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Whispers of the Heart Dracule Mihawk x Fm! Reader (Part 5)
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Chapter 4 in the building y'all!!!! I just needed to see my Buggy.
Part 1 can be found: Here
Part 2 is right: Here
Part 3: Right over yonder
Part 4 right here baby!
Don't be afraid to send me any requests my loves and if you are waiting for the next installment I have another Mihawk story:
*Shadows of the Blade (Dracule Mihawk x Assassin reader)
Chapter 3/4 is where it gets good.
You all voted so here is chapter 5! We get some of Mihawks POV again!
ON WITH THE SHOW!!~
______________Chapter 5: A Gathering of Friends__________________
[Name] found herself standing on the soft sands of a secluded beach, the rhythmic lull of the ocean waves creating a soothing backdrop. The moonlight painted the scene in silver hues, illuminating the world in an ethereal glow.
Beside her stood Mihawk, his presence both commanding and comforting. They walked in companionable silence for a while, the only sounds being the gentle lapping of the waves and the occasional call of a night bird. Finally, they reached a small, intimate cove where Mihawk had set up a modest picnic. A simple but elegant spread of fruits, cheeses, and wine awaited them.
"Tell me," Mihawk said, his deep voice breaking the silence as they settled onto the blanket. "What are your thoughts on love?"
[Name] looked into his golden eyes, feeling a mixture of warmth and curiosity. She took a moment to ponder his question, her thoughts drifting to the many forms of love she had witnessed and experienced.
"Love is complex," she began softly. "It's not just about passion or desire. It's about understanding, trust, and sometimes sacrifice. It's a bond that can give you strength but also make you vulnerable."
Mihawk nodded thoughtfully, his eyes never leaving hers. "And do you think it's worth the risk?"
Before [Name] could answer, the dream began to fade, the edges of the cove blurring and dissolving into a haze. She woke with a start, her hand instinctively reaching under the pillow where she knew Buggy kept a knife. In one swift motion, she grabbed it and threw it towards the direction of the voice that had stirred her.
"Well, I see you're still as fun as ever," a familiar voice remarked with a hint of amusement. Blinking the sleep from her eyes, [Name] focused on the figure standing at the foot of the bed. It was Alvida, her curvaceous form outlined by the soft morning light filtering through the porthole. She was smiling, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Alvida," [Name] sighed, a smile tugging at her lips. She relaxed, her heartbeat slowing down from its initial adrenaline-fueled pace. Alvida sauntered over, smoothing [Name]'s hair with a gentle hand.
"Buggy's making breakfast," she said, her tone softening. "I thought I'd come and wake you."
"Thanks," [Name] replied, sitting up and stretching. She glanced around the room, her eyes falling on Buggy's closet. "Do you mind if I borrow a shirt?"
"Go ahead," Alvida said, stepping back to give her some space.
[Name] slipped out of bed and walked over to the closet, pulling out a loose, comfortable shirt that belonged to Buggy. As she slipped it on, her gaze fell on a small stash of photos tucked under Buggy's pillow. Curious, she picked them up, sitting back on the bed to examine them. The first few photos were of Buggy and Shanks, their youthful faces beaming with joy, the pictures clearly having been taped back together after being torn apart.
She smiled at the sight of them, their camaraderie evident even in the still images. Then she found a photo that made her pause. It was of her, Mihawk, Shanks, and Buggy, much younger and full of life. They stood together, arms around each other, (Or at least Mihawk had rested his hand on your hip before Buggy freaked out) their smiles wide and genuine. She ran her fingers over the image, tracing the faces of her old friends and recalling the memories they had shared.
The details in the photo were vivid: Mihawk's intense gaze, Shanks' carefree grin, Buggy's exaggerated expressions, and her own younger self, caught in a moment of unguarded happiness. The edges of the photo were worn, showing signs of age and frequent handling. A wave of nostalgia washed over her, mingling with the remnants of her dream. She couldn't help but smile, despite the bittersweet tinge of the memories.
"You okay?" Alvida's voice brought her back to the present. [Name] looked up, meeting Alvida's concerned gaze. She nodded, slipping the photos back under the pillow. "Yeah, just... reminiscing."
Alvida smiled gently. "Come on, let's go see what Buggy's burnt this time."
[Name] chuckled, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. She stood up, giving Alvida a grateful look. "Lead the way."
As they left the room, the scent of butter cooking wafted through the air, mingling with the promise of a new day. You decided to keep that memory you dreamt of to yourself.
You and Alvida made your way down the narrow hallway of the ship, the creaking of the wooden floorboards accompanying their steps. The scent of something delicious wafted through the air, making your stomach rumble in anticipation. As they entered the kitchen, the sight that greeted [Name] made her stop in her tracks. Buggy stood at the stove, a spatula in hand, flipping pancakes with a surprisingly deft hand. The counter was a mess, flour and batter splattered everywhere, but the smell was unmistakably enticing.
"Christmas day in the morning!" [Name] exclaimed, her eyes wide with delight. Even though it wasn't Christmas, the sight of Buggy cooking her favorite breakfast filled her with an unexpected warmth.
Buggy turned around, a grin spreading across his (for once) bare face. "Good morning, [Name]," he said, stepping over and planting a quick kiss on her cheek. "I figured I'd surprise you with breakfast."
[Name] felt a blush creep up her cheeks as she smiled back at him. "You certainly did. I thought you gave up cooking."
"Don't get too excited," Buggy said with a chuckle, handing her a stack of plates and cutlery. "Why don’t you set the table while I finish up here?"
As [Name] started arranging the plates and silverware on the small, rickety table, Alvida leaned against the counter, watching Buggy with an amused expression. "I never thought I'd see the day when the great Buggy the Clown is flipping pancakes."
Buggy rolled his eyes, though a smile played on his lips. "Don't make a big deal out of it, Alvida. Even a captain needs to eat."
Alvida smirked, folding her arms. "Oh, I'm not complaining. Just enjoying the show."
Buggy flipped another pancake, his movements fluid and practiced. "You just wait. These are going to be the best pancakes you've ever had."
"Bold claim," Alvida retorted, raising an eyebrow. "Let’s see if you can back it up."
[Name] couldn't help but laugh as she finished setting the table. The banter between Buggy and Alvida was a familiar and comforting sound, one that made the Big Top feel more like a home. As she placed the last fork down, she noticed Buggy sneaking glances over his shoulder. "Something wrong, Bugg's?"
Just as Buggy was about to serve the first pancake, a familiar voice echoed from the doorway. "Well, isn't this a cozy little scene?"
[Name] turned abruptly, her heart skipping a beat. Standing in the doorway was none other than Shanks, his trademark red hair and jovial smile instantly recognizable. He leaned casually against the frame, his eyes twinkling with amusement, and a basket of smoked salmon on his arm.
"Shanks!" [Name] exclaimed, a mix of surprise and joy flooding her. "What are you doing here?" You practically jumped over the table and threw yourself in the arm of the other man you could call your brother. He received you with much vigor, his warmth flooding into your bones and causing you to sigh out contently like a pleased cat. Shanks grinned wider, stepping into the kitchen while balancing you and the fish basket with an easy grace. "I heard there were pancakes. Thought I'd drop by and see for myself."
Buggy groaned, though there was a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. "Of course you'd show up now, you red-haired freeloader."
Shanks laughed, the sound infectious and warm. "Can't help myself, Buggy. You always did know how to make a mean pancake." Alvida raised an eyebrow, looking between Buggy and Shanks with a smirk. "This just keeps getting better. Should I set another place at the table?"
"Yes, please," Shanks said, moving to give [Name] a quick squeeze before setting her down. "It's good to see you, [Name]. It's been too long." [Name] let her arms remain around Shanks' middle, feeling a surge of affection for the man who had been a part of her life for so long. "It's good to see you too, Shanks. You always know how to make an entrance."
As Shanks and [Name] settled at the table, Buggy began serving the pancakes, each one a golden, fluffy masterpiece. Alvida helped distribute the plates, and soon the small kitchen was filled with the sounds of clinking cutlery and happy chatter. Buggy took his seat, looking around at the familiar faces with a satisfied expression. "Well, dig in, everyone. Let's see if these pancakes live up to the hype."
[Name] took a bite, the warm, buttery flavor melting in her mouth. She closed her eyes, savoring the taste. "Christmas day in the morning indeed," she murmured, smiling at Buggy. "These are amazing, Buggy."
Buggy's cheeks turned a faint pink, and he ducked his head slightly, clearly pleased with the compliment. "Glad you like them," he muttered.
Shanks chuckled, taking a large bite of his own pancake. "I have to admit, Buggy, these are pretty fantastic. You've outdone yourself." Alvida nodded in agreement, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Looks like you've got a new calling, Buggy. Master pancake chef." Buggy waved a hand dismissively, though he couldn't hide the grin on his face. "Alright, alright. Enough about the pancakes. Let's just enjoy breakfast."
As they ate, the conversation flowed easily, filled with laughter and the occasional teasing remark. For [Name], it was a moment of pure contentment, surrounded by people she cared about deeply. The memories of past adventures and the bonds forged over time made this simple meal feel like a celebration. While the last pancake was devoured and the plates were cleared away, [Name] leaned back in her chair, a satisfied smile on her lips.
"Thank you, Buggy. This was perfect." Buggy looked at her, his expression softening. "Anything for you, [Name]." Shanks raised his glass, a twinkle in his eye. "To friends, old and new. And to many more breakfasts like this one." "Here, here," Alvida chimed in, lifting her own glass. They all clinked their glasses together, the sound a harmonious note in the morning air. For [Name], it was a wonderful to finally have the men she called her brothers by her side and the only other woman she could trust to keep an eye on them.
'Coming here was the right decision after all.'
As the breakfast plates were cleared away and the remnants of their meal were tucked into the sink, the conversation took on a more relaxed, leisurely pace. Shanks, ever the instigator, leaned back in his chair and fixed [Name] with a mischievous grin.
“So, [Name],” he began, drawing out the words with exaggerated casualness, “tell us more about your little crush on Mihawk.”
[Name] felt her cheeks heat up immediately, and she rolled her eyes in a futile attempt to deflect the attention. “Oh, come on, Shanks. Do we really have to go there?”
Buggy, who had been sipping his coffee, nearly choked with laughter. “Oh, absolutely. This is prime breakfast conversation material.”
Alvida smirked, leaning forward with keen interest. “Yes, do tell. How did you get tangled up with that stoic swordsman, again?”
[Name] groaned, burying her face in her hands. “You guys are terrible.”
Shanks laughed, a rich, infectious sound. “We’re just looking out for you, like good big brothers should. Besides, it’s not every day we get to hear about someone actually catching Dracule Mihawk’s attention.” He tried reaching for Buggy's hand before the Blue clown slapped it away with a loud "Whap". However, that didn't deter the red head next to him. If anything, it caused Shanks smile to get even wider.
Buggy nodded, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Yeah, you must have some sort of magic charm. The guy’s as prickly as a cactus stuck in someones ass and about as sociable as one too.”
[Name] sighed, but there was a hint of a smile on her lips. “Fine, fine. If you must know, it’s not like I planned it. It just… happened. We do actually like living together, and he’s surprisingly thoughtful when he wants to be.”
Shanks raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Thoughtful, huh? That’s a side of Mihawk I’ve never seen. Must be something special about you, [Name].”
Buggy chuckled, leaning back with a smug look. “Oh, definitely. She’s got the magic touch, alright. I’m just surprised she hasn’t run him through with his own sword yet.”
[Name] shot him a playful glare. “Oh, please. He’s not that bad. And for your information, we do typically travel and stay in the same areas together.”
Shanks leaned forward, his expression earnest but still laced with amusement. “So, what’s it like being in a relationship with the world’s greatest swordsman? Do you two spar with each other, or is it all moonlit dinners and quiet conversations?”
[Name] laughed, shaking her head. “A little bit of both, actually. He’s intense, but he’s also got this softer side that he doesn’t show to many people. It’s… complicated, but in a good way.”
Alvida’s eyes softened, and she reached over to squeeze [Name]’s hand. “I’m happy for you, [Name]. You deserve someone who sees you for who you are.”
Buggy, not one to let the moment stay too serious for long, leaned over and nudged [Name] with his elbow. “Just promise us one thing. If he ever gets too serious or brooding, remind him that you’ve got a whole crew of big brothers who are more than willing to knock some sense into him.”
Shanks nodded vigorously. “Absolutely. We’re always here for you, [Name].”
[Name] smiled, feeling a warm surge of affection for the people around her. “Thanks, guys. That means a lot.”
Buggy, ever the clown, couldn’t resist adding one more jab. “Just make sure he knows that if he breaks your heart, he’ll have to answer to us. And believe me, we can be pretty creative when it comes to payback.” "Oh yeah, the blue waffle clown and a drunk flirt, so scary!~ HEY! He kicked me!" You kicked Buggy's shin back before the room filled with laughter, the sound echoing off the walls and mingling with the morning sunlight streaming through the windows. For a moment, [Name] allowed herself to bask in the warmth and camaraderie, grateful for the bonds that tied them all together.
As the laughter subsided, Shanks leaned back in his chair with a satisfied sigh. “Alright, enough about Mihawk. Let’s talk about what’s next for us. Adventures to plan, seas to sail…”
Buggy grinned, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “And plenty of trouble to get into, I’m sure.”
[Name] felt her heart swell with a mix of excitement and contentment. No matter where life took them, she knew she could always count on these moments of joy and camaraderie with the people she loved most. And that, more than anything, made her feel truly at home.
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Meanwhile, Dracule Mihawk stood at the bow of his sleek black ship, the winds of the Grand Line whipping through his hair as he stared out at the endless expanse of the sea. His mind was consumed with thoughts of [Name], her presence lingering in his thoughts like a persistent melody. He had never been one for sentimentality, but there was something about her that stirred emotions he had long thought dormant.
As he sailed toward his destination, Mihawk found himself contemplating his next move. He had sought out Zoro under the guise of training the young swordsman, but in truth, he had been searching for answers—answers to questions he couldn’t bring himself to voice aloud. He needed guidance, someone to help him navigate the turbulent waters of his own emotions.
"And what of her?" Mihawk murmured to himself, his gaze fixed on the horizon. "What role does she play in all of this?"
The sea offered no answers, only the rhythmic crash of waves against the ship's hull. But Mihawk pressed onward, his resolve unwavering. He knew that he had to confront his feelings head-on, no matter how daunting the prospect may be.
Mihawk stood on the deck of his ship, his expression unreadable as Zoro approached him, a curious glint in his eye. Perona hovered nearby, her arms crossed and a scowl on her face.
"What's going on, Mihawk?" Zoro asked, his tone serious. "Why are we really heading to the Red Line?" Mihawk's gaze flickered towards Zoro before returning to the horizon. "We're going to seek answers," he replied cryptically. "There are matters that need to be addressed." Zoro frowned, sensing that Mihawk was evading the question. "Answers? From who?"
Before Mihawk could respond, Perona huffed impatiently. "Stop beating around the bush, Mihawk. We all know why you're really going to the Red Line."
Mihawk raised an eyebrow, his gaze shifting to Perona. "And why is that, Perona?" Perona's eyes narrowed. "Because of [Name]. You can't hide it forever, you know." Zoro's eyes widened in surprise, his gaze darting between Mihawk and Perona. "What? What does [Name] have to do with this?" Mihawk sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's complicated, Zoro. There are feelings involved—"
"Feelings?" Zoro interrupted, his voice incredulous. "You mean... romantic feelings?" Perona nodded emphatically. "Exactly! Mihawk has been pining after [Name] for ages, but he's too stubborn to admit it." Mihawk's cheeks tinged pink, a rare display of embarrassment. "Perona, that's enough. This is not something to be discussed so casually." Perona rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. Like it's not painfully obvious to everyone except you."
Zoro shifted uncomfortably, feeling like an awkward bystander in the midst of their conversation. "Um, yeah. I think I'm gonna go train," he muttered, edging away slowly.
Mihawk sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Zoro, wait." Zoro paused, looking back at Mihawk expectantly. Mihawk hesitated for a moment before speaking, his voice soft but firm. "Yes, it's true. I have feelings for [Name]." Perona's eyes widened in excitement, and she let out a delighted squeal. "I knew it!" Zoro blinked in surprise, a blush creeping up his cheeks. "Uh, I'll just... go train now." As Zoro hurried off, Perona turned back to Mihawk, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Well, now that you've admitted it, what are you going to do about it?"
Mihawk sighed, his gaze drifting out to sea. "I suppose we'll just have to see what the future holds." Perona grinned, linking her arm with Mihawk's. "I can't wait to see how this unfolds."
As the ship sailed towards the Red Line, Mihawk couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation building within him. And so, with a sense of determination that belied his stoic demeanor, Mihawk set his course for the Red Line, where he knew he would find the one man who could offer him the insight he sought: Red-Haired Shanks.
It was a journey fraught with uncertainty, but Mihawk pressed onward, his resolve unwavering. Along the way, fate saw fit to throw him an unexpected curveball in the form of Vice Admiral Garp, the legendary Marine known far and wide as the Hero of the Marines.
Their encounter was brief but enlightening, Garp’s gruff demeanor belying a wisdom that Mihawk had not anticipated. The old Marine spoke of love and loss, of the fleeting nature of time and the importance of seizing the moments that truly mattered. It was advice that struck a chord with Mihawk, resonating deep within his soul.
"As always, Garp, your words are both insightful and cryptic," Mihawk remarked, a rare hint of amusement in his voice.
Garp chuckled, a twinkle in his eye. "Ain't that the way of it, lad? Sometimes, you gotta read between the lines to find the truth."
As they conversed, Mihawk couldn’t help but notice the presence of a few familiar faces among Garp's company. Sitting at a nearby table were Luffy, Ace and Sabo, their laughter ringing out as they regaled the old Marine with tales of their latest adventures. And beside them sat Uta, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she teased the two brothers mercilessly.
Their reunion was a bittersweet one, the weight of their shared past hanging heavy in the air. But amidst the laughter and the banter, Mihawk found himself feeling strangely at peace, as if for the first time in a long while, he was exactly where he was meant to be.
As their conversation turned to more serious matters, Garp mentioned something that gave Mihawk pause. “You know, Mihawk,” the old Marine began, his voice grave, “the civilians think [Name] is dead. Ax-Hand Morgan has been searching for her, but so far, he’s come up empty-handed.”
Mihawk’s brow furrowed in concern, his thoughts turning to [Name] and the danger that seemed to follow her wherever she went. “I see,” he murmured, his mind racing with possibilities. It was a sobering reminder of the dangers that lurked in the shadows, dangers that threatened to tear them apart.
But even as the weight of the world bore down upon him, Mihawk felt a glimmer of hope stirring within his heart. For in that moment, he thought about what it would be like to have [Name] by his side. As they disembarked from the ship, Zoro shot Mihawk a sideways glance, his expression unreadable behind his usual stoicism. "So, where to next, Boss?" he asked, his tone casual but his eyes betraying a hint of curiosity.
Mihawk cast a brief glance over his shoulder, his gaze lingering on the bustling streets of the port town. "I have business to attend to," he replied cryptically, his voice low and measured. "You two are free to do as you please."
But to his surprise, Zoro and Perona exchanged a meaningful look before nodding in unison. "We'll stick around," Zoro said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "You might need our help."
Mihawk arched an eyebrow in mild surprise, but said nothing as he led the way through the crowded streets, his mind already turning to the task at hand.
It didn't take long for them to reach their destination—a quaint little bar tucked away in a quiet corner of the town. As Mihawk stepped inside, he was greeted by the familiar scent of stale ale and the low murmur of conversation. It was a far cry from the opulent halls of his castle, but there was a certain charm to the place that Mihawk found oddly comforting.
As he made his way to a secluded corner of the bar, Mihawk motioned for Zoro and Perona to join him, their presence a silent reassurance in the face of what was to come.
It wasn't long before Shanks made his entrance, his trademark grin lighting up the room as he sauntered over to their table. "Well, well, well, if it isn't my old friend Mihawk," he said jovially, clapping the swordsman on the back in greeting. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
Mihawk's expression remained impassive as he gestured for Shanks to take a seat, his gaze unwavering. "We need to talk," he said simply, his voice devoid of its usual edge.
Shanks raised an eyebrow in surprise, but complied, settling into the seat opposite Mihawk with a bemused smile. "Talk about what?" he asked, his tone light but tinged with curiosity.
Mihawk's eyes locked onto Shanks'. "I have acquired certain affections for your sister."
Shanks blinked, the smile slipping from his face as he processed Mihawk's words. "You're serious," he said, leaning forward slightly, his tone now serious.
Mihawk nodded. "I am. These feelings have been growing for some time now."
Shanks rubbed his chin thoughtfully, a myriad of emotions flickering across his face. "And what do you plan to do about it?" he asked, his voice carefully neutral.
Mihawk exhaled slowly, his gaze never leaving Shanks'. "I intend to pursue her, but I felt it necessary to speak with you first. Out of respect."
As Mihawk and Shanks delved into the depths of their conversation, memories of the past resurfaced like specters from the shadows, haunting and bittersweet.
"Do you remember when Buggy introduced you to her?" Shanks asked, his voice tinged with a hint of nostalgia. "Smaller than a dust mite and fiercely strong. She was quite the character, wasn't she?"
Mihawk couldn't help but chuckle at the mention of her name, a fond smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "How could I forget?" he replied, his voice soft with reminiscence. "She was a force to be reckoned with, that's for sure."
Shanks nodded in agreement, a wistful smile playing on his lips. "I still can't believe she managed to outsmart both of us," he mused, shaking his head in mock disbelief. "That woman was something else."
Mihawk couldn't help but laugh at the memory, the sound ringing out like a bell in the quiet confines of the bar. "Indeed she was," he agreed, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "But I suppose that's what makes her so captivating."
"She's something special, isn't she?" Shanks remarked, his gaze lingering on Mihawk with an intensity that bordered on scrutiny.
Mihawk nodded in silent agreement, his thoughts drifting to the woman who had become his constant companion, his confidante, his... everything. "She is," he agreed quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "And I would do anything to keep her safe."
There was a gravity to his words, a solemnity that hung in the air like a shroud as they sat in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. But amidst the uncertainty and the doubt, there was a glimmer of hope—a hope that no matter what the future held, they would face it together, bound by bonds stronger than steel.
But it was also when the conversation turned to the future that things took a decidedly somber turn. "What if she wanted to leave?" Shanks asked quietly, his gaze piercing as he locked eyes with Mihawk. "What if she wanted to return to a life at sea?"
Mihawk hesitated, his mind racing as he considered the question. It was a possibility he had not allowed himself to entertain, a fear that had lurked in the darkest corners of his heart. But now, faced with the reality of the situation, he knew he had no choice but to confront it head-on.
"If that's what she truly wanted," he said at last, his voice barely above a whisper, "then I would have no right to stand in her way. But I would be lying if I said it wouldn't hurt."
There was a heaviness to his words, a weight that hung in the air between them as they sat in silence, each lost in their own thoughts.
Shanks leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "You realize this isn't something to take lightly, Mihawk. [Name] is... well, she's special."
"I am fully aware," Mihawk replied, his voice firm. "And I do not intend to take this lightly. My feelings for her are genuine."
There was a moment of silence as Shanks studied Mihawk's face, searching for any hint of insincerity. Finding none, he finally nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Well, if anyone can handle her, it's you. Just don't break her heart, Mihawk."
Mihawk inclined his head slightly. "You have my word."
Shanks chuckled, the tension in the room easing slightly. "Alright, then. Guess I'll have to get used to seeing you around more often."
Mihawk allowed a rare, faint smile to touch his lips. "Indeed."
As the two old friends sat in companionable silence, the weight of the conversation lingered between them, a silent acknowledgment of the new path Mihawk had chosen to take.
Shanks fiddled with a gold chain around his neck, his fingers tracing the delicate links. "You know, Buggy isn't going to like this."
Mihawk's eyes caught the glint of the chain before he rolled them, exasperation clear on his face. "I truly do not understand how the two of them could be so close."
Shanks smirked, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Watch it now, Hawk Eyes. That's how you fucked around and found out the last time."
Both men chuckled, the shared memory lightening the mood. Shanks stood, stretching slightly. "Well, I need to make a phone call. Excuse me for a moment."
Mihawk nodded, watching as Shanks walked away, the gold chain catching the light with each step. As Shanks disappeared from view, Mihawk allowed himself a moment of contemplation, the weight of the conversation settling in. Whatever lay ahead, he was ready to face it, knowing he had the support of an old friend and the resolve to follow his heart.
Mihawk sat quietly at the bar, his drink in hand, contemplating the conversation he had just had with Shanks. The dim light of the room cast shadows across his face, highlighting the intensity of his thoughts.
The door to the bar swung open, and Zoro and Perona walked in, their expressions determined. Zoro spotted Mihawk and headed straight for him, Perona following close behind.
"Mihawk," Zoro said, his voice carrying a hint of excitement. "Perona and I have decided we're going to stay with Luffy for a while."
Mihawk raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Is that so? And what brings about this decision?" Zoro smirked. "We have our reasons. Let's just say it's time for a change of scenery." Perona nodded enthusiastically. "Besides, I miss annoying those idiots. It'll be fun." Before Mihawk could respond, the door burst open again, and the full Strawhat crew poured into the bar, filling the room with their lively chatter. Luffy led the way, his trademark grin plastered across his face.
"Hey, Mihawk!" Luffy called out, waving energetically. "What are you doing here?"
Mihawk raised his glass in a silent greeting, his eyes scanning the familiar faces. Along with the Strawhats were Uta, Ace, Sabo, and Law, each adding their own unique presence to the gathering.
Nami was the first to notice Mihawk's contemplative expression. "What's going on, Mihawk? You look like you've got something on your mind."
Usopp grinned, nudging Sanji. "Maybe he's in love or something!"
Sanji raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Who would have thought? The great Hawkeye Mihawk, in love?"
Robin's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Is that true, Mihawk? Do you have feelings for someone?"
Mihawk sighed, knowing there was no avoiding the onslaught of questions. "Yes, it's true. I have feelings for [Name]."
The room erupted into a chorus of excited chatter and encouragement. Luffy, in his usual exuberant manner, jumped onto the nearest table. "That's awesome! You should tell her!"
Nami nodded, a knowing smile on her face. "Luffy's right. You shouldn't keep your feelings to yourself."
Zoro crossed his arms, grinning. "About time you made a move, Mihawk."
Uta chimed in, her voice sweet and teasing. "Just be honest with her. She deserves to know."
Ace clapped Mihawk on the back, his grin wide. "Go for it, Mihawk. Life's too short to hold back."
Sabo nodded in agreement. "You'll regret it if you don't take this chance."
Law, standing off to the side, gave a rare smile. "It's not often we see you vulnerable, Mihawk. Use that to your advantage."
Perona's eyes gleamed with mischief. "Just don't mess it up, or I'll never let you hear the end of it."
Even Chopper and Brook joined in, offering their support. "You can do it, Mihawk!" Chopper cheered, while Brook added, "Love is a beautiful thing, yohoho!"
Franky, flexing his muscles, gave Mihawk a thumbs up. "Show her your super side, Mihawk!"
Jinbe stepped forward, his deep voice steady. "Matters of the heart require great courage, Mihawk. We believe in you."
Mihawk looked around at the enthusiastic faces surrounding him, feeling a mixture of amusement and gratitude. Their encouragement was unexpected but not unwelcome.
"Alright," Mihawk said, his voice steady but filled with determination. "I'll tell her."
The room erupted into cheers, the Strawhat crew and their honorary members celebrating Mihawk's resolve. As the noise subsided, Mihawk felt a sense of clarity and purpose. Whatever challenges lay ahead, he knew he wasn't alone, and with that, he slipped out the back of the bar to find the Blue haired Freak she loved so much.
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As the bar's atmosphere buzzed with excitement over Mihawk's revelation, Shanks excused himself to step outside for a moment. He felt the vibration of his den-den mushi in his pocket and answered it, recognizing the familiar voice on the other end.
"Shanks," Buggy's voice crackled through the line, sounding both hesitant and urgent. "I've got something to tell you about [Name]. She confided in me earlier."
Shanks leaned against the wall, a smile playing on his lips. "What is it, Buggy?"
Buggy cleared his throat, his tone shifting from urgent to slightly embarrassed. "She... she mentioned Mihawk. I think she might have feelings for him. She seemed really serious about it."
Shanks chuckled softly. "Funny you should mention that. I just had a talk with Mihawk. He confessed he's got feelings for [Name] too."
Buggy's eyes widened on the other end of the line. "You're kidding. Mihawk? The guy who treats emotions like they're some kind of disease?"
"Yep," Shanks replied, still smiling. "Seems our sister friend has managed to break through that icy exterior of his."
There was a brief silence before Buggy spoke again, his voice softer. "You should come over, Shanks. I think it’d be good for us to be here for her, you know, in case things get complicated."
Shanks couldn't help but tease, his grin widening. "Aww, does the clown prince miss me?"
"Shut up, you red-haired idiot!" Buggy snapped, his voice going up an octave. "This isn't about us. It's about [Name]. She deserves to be happy."
Shanks laughed heartily, the sound warm and genuine. "Alright, alright. I’ll be there in the morning. It’d be nice to see her settle down. And you know what, Buggy? It’s nice to see you care so much."
Buggy huffed, trying to regain his composure. "Yeah, well, don't read too much into it. Just hurry up and get here."
"Will do," Shanks promised, his voice softening. "See you soon, Buggy."
As he ended the call, Shanks felt a sense of anticipation. Tomorrow promised to be an interesting day. He re-entered the bar, catching Mihawk's eye and giving him a reassuring nod. Mihawk returned the gesture, understanding the silent message. With friends and family by their side, the future seemed a little less daunting.
Meanwhile, Buggy sat by [Name]'s side as she slept, watching her peaceful expression. Pulling the covers up to her chin, he felt a strange mix of protectiveness and hope. "Oh babydoll, you don't even know how much we love you." With that, he turned the lantern down and lay down to sleep with his hand on his chest to play with the golden chain that rested underneath his vest.
With Shanks on his way and Mihawk ready to make his move, things were about to get very interesting.
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how about A5 w/ kevin?
I like how Kevin's default state for drawing him is just "wow, that tall child looks terrible!" lol
#honkai impact#kevin kaslana#Fun story (?)- I just took a picture of my hand and traced it for this#I think Kevin is the character I draw the most consistently?#Man needs a nap
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SX Seoul Series | Jungkook Entry 💜 Bubbles (Part 1)
PAIRING: Jungkook/Reader
SUMMARY: You're back in town and your first stop in a night out with friends is a new club: SX Seoul. You had no plans, but when you see your ex, everything changes.
WORD COUNT: 11.6k
GENRE: Exes to lovers, smuuuuuut, angst, making up
RATING: Explicit
WARNINGS: exes, explicit sexual content, in public, oral, slight degradation and rough cause you are both hurt
PARTS: [1] [2]
(You can also read it on AO3)
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You smiled at the bouncer on your way inside the club and brushed a strand of dark hair behind your ear. Your group called you to follow as you got lost looking around the newest club in Itaewon. It was purposefully dark with red neon lights in wavy lines flowing in the direction of the dance floor but not before a huge sign with black and white stripes coaxed your attention with promises expanding over the several floors: SX.
“Come along.”
You smiled at your best friend and followed her and her friends to a reserved club area not too far from the bar. The Tech House music was making your ribcage hum comfortably and you sat on a couch before she turned to you again.
“I know the bartender on our side tonight! I’ll go say hi for a second!”
You nodded and watched her go as you took the space around you comfortably. The other girls were chatting, cross-checking who was there tonight and who they knew. You were used to hanging with girls like them — fun and wild at parties and clubs. You didn’t know them because you’d been away for a while, but you trusted your dearest friend to keep good company around.
Either way, you were there to have fun and enjoy being back home. You took a deep breath, the familiar scent of sweat and alcohol latching itself onto your skin before you even contemplated dancing. Everyone else was already doing it, flowing like a perfect wave in that crowd and you’d join them soon enough.
The lights were flashing all around to the generous beat making you tap your foot, and you contemplated getting up without waiting for your best friend when you saw him. Fully dressed in black in a way that avoided light and dancing so closely with a girl your guts burned with furious jealousy.
“Right? I’ve heard about him,” a girl gushed to your right. “He’s very hot.”
“You’re joking, look at that sleeve,” another one replied and your eyes immediately traced his arm. It was fuller now. “I wanna ride that bad.”
“Do you think he has other tattoos?”
“I’ll tell you tomorrow,” one answered and they all giggled and laughed around. Your eyes never diverted from him or the way he was dancing with that girl, firm hands gripping her waist over a sparkly deeply cleavaged top.
“But you know, I’ve heard he fucks without kissing. Without even acknowledging you.”
Finally, your eyes turned to the girl sharing all the gossip and you wondered how she knew that.
“First-hand experience?” You asked with a teasing smile, just making conversation. They didn’t have to know how truly interested you were in knowing.
“No,” the other girls turned to hear more and you could see they were all charmed by the picture the girl was conjuring. “Not my kind of thing.”
The other girls teased her reply for a moment while you paid them little mind.
“Yeah, right. Look at him,” another one laughed openly.
“He’s fucking sexy and has this cute smile,” one said almost wantonly. She was possibly voicing everyone else’s thoughts. “Face it, who wouldn’t want to touch those curls?”
“He can get any girl on her knees.”
“And a bad boy? Get serious. We’d all be lining up.”
“What if he changes?”
“What if we’re the one?”
They all giggled except you, starting to regret not having a drink in your hand.
“Guys like him don’t change.”
“Actually,” the girl with the gossip leaned forward. “Rumour is he was in a committed relationship and that when she dumped him, he did a one-eighty and never dated seriously again.”
Your friend neared you all with a tray of shots and a wide grin, “Who’s not dating seriously?”
“Whoa, what a bitch,” one replied, leaning forward to grab a glass.
“Who would waste that?”
“If I could tap that, I’d hook him around my little finger.”
Your best friend looked at you quizzically and you just twitched the corners of your mouth. You grabbed a shot glass as well while the gossip girl explained everything to your best friend. In an instant, her eyes shot to yours but you were purposefully avoidant.
“What’s his name anyway?” One of them asked, turning her back so they could toast.
“Jeon Jungkook.”
Your eyes immediately fell back on him and you ignored your friend’s worried looks. You cheered with the girls to a good and steamy night and drank the shot without much thought. It burned on its way down, but you were already burning from before, so no biggy. Who cared who he danced with, you were there to have fun too.
Your best friend called your name with a tinge of worry and all you did was smile, “I’ll go grab another round.”
You got up and adjusted your short strapless dress to make sure it covered your ass before trying to get in between the crowd to reach the bar. You didn’t have to go that far, but you couldn’t control your curiosity. As you moved in closer, you could see how he seemed taller, more built, and so buff. He had let his hair grow longer and it curled wildly around his ears, giving him an edge you found yourself liking a lot. Your lower belly was tingling already as you eyed him with hunger, especially those firm hands.
You were so hot that you were sweaty and by the time you leaned against the bar, you finally noticed something wasn’t right. The girl he was with was waving something small and flat between two fingers that she hid very quickly, and whatever it was got him angry. You knew that disgusted lip pull, and it made you smile.
He turned away from the girl and you instantly faced the bar, giving the whole scene your back. You were curious, hot, and bothered by the mere fact that he was there, that you got to see him, that there was a possibility that you would talk. It had been a while. You shouldn’t be curious, but the tingly sensation down your stomach wasn’t interested in shouldn’ts.
It was then and there that you almost took a deep breath and committed to not look his way the rest of the night. Your curiosity shouldn’t be enough, the girls gossiped way too much so you had all the information you could need, and there was really no need for your paths to intersect.
But fate wouldn’t have you choose that road tonight, it would seem. You turned to the side, curious as to where he would be, and you smiled. There were only two people in between you and an outstretched arm with a full sleeve over the bar counter. He was too close to be ignored, and you just couldn’t.
You made your way to him and luckily the two people between you had just gotten their drinks and were ready to leave. Jungkook didn’t notice you getting near because the bartender was listening to his order and you just leaned on the bar counter by his side.
“Order for me too, will you?”
He turned to you and his face was worth a million words. His lips parted to make way for air, but he wasn’t breathing, and that was when you noticed the lip ring. His skin was perfectly immaculate, the sweetness you’d recognize anywhere in the tender swell of his cheeks. Higher, his normally lovely eyes were wide in shock as he took in your presence. His eyebrows twitched and you noticed another piercing, which along with the new ones on his lip made you smile as you leaned to support your head on your hand. He was still figuring out if you were a ghost while you were in wonderland, wondering what had happened to all that sweetness.
“Here you go,” the bartender placed a whiskey cola on the counter and you turned quickly before Jungkook could react.
“Can you get me one too, please?”
You were already waving your credit card and the bartender acquiesced without wasting a beat.
It was the moment Jungkook needed to grab his drink and shug half of it like he was dying of thirst. Or maybe he just really needed a drink after seeing you.
“Thirsty are we?” You asked, reaching for the glass from his hand and taking a couple of sips while never breaking away from his darkened eyes. The ice-cold drink had you blinking for a second, thankful for the refreshing sensation down your chest. “You always liked them sweet.”
You placed his glass near his hand again before turning to smile at the bartender retourning with your card and your drink.
“You’re here.”
It wasn’t a question and if you weren’t interested in reading his lips, you might have missed it. So you smiled, letting the nostalgia fill you up in a nice kind of way. You had missed the little twitches of his lips while he mused or the way he scratched his nose bridge softly when he was embarrassed or at a loss.
“I am. How are you?”
His eyes were focused on the drink and he scoffed at your question, reaching to drink the rest of it. That was the first time you doubted this could end well. There was a bitterness in his features that dragged yours out of the deepest corners of you where you wished it would remain buried.
“Why are you here?”
Your lips twitched, “New club in Seoul.”
He sneered, “There were many new clubs in Seoul over the last year. Never crossed you before.”
“You know I wasn’t here.”
Your eyes locked and yours had all the meaning they could have. You weren’t in Seoul, so you couldn’t have crossed ways before. But you were here now.
He looked down and licked his lower lip while kicking the bar pensively. You let him process the fact that you were there in the flesh while you drank. When he looked up at you again, you caught his eyes and passed him your drink. He took a second but he grabbed it, turning to the bar to down it while you leaned into his ear.
“Dance with me.”
He looked out of the corner of his eye at you and you pulled back, waiting. You weren’t as crazy as anyone could assume, you knew the options. He could outright laugh in your face and move away like you were a plague, and it would hurt, but you would understand.
You kept your eyes locked on his, riding that heartbeat as you waited. You also knew that he could take you up on that offer, dance with you, and who knew what else. And it wasn’t as much as for the mystery, or a challenge, or anything of the like. You didn’t want him for any of those vain reasons. You wanted so much more.
He gave you a short nod and placed your empty glass next to his, with only the ice left. You gave him a cheeky smile before turning to go deeper into the crowd, far away and in the middle so that your best friend wouldn’t see you and advise you to be wise and think twice. What could you tell her; the moment fate challenged you with the chance of meeting him, you instantly lost.
You never turned back to check if he was following, you just assumed he did. You stopped with the flashing lights, sweating bodies, and thrumming music all around you, and you closed your eyes. You wanted his hands on you, his arms around you, his waist so close you’d be indistinguishable. You craved his presence, slick pooling at the thought of it alone.
So when two firm hands grabbed your waist and pulled you back flush against a firm chest, snaking arms holding your stomach and going up your sternum like they owned you, all you could do was freefall into him, releasing a moan that you knew he could have never heard, but he surely felt.
He hid his nose in your hair, lulling you two to the beat, and you melted against him. He was always a good dancer, the way he rolled his hips to guide yours reminding you of far sweeter times. His hand reached your chest and rested there, and you thanked the dark, the loud music, the crowd, the alcohol, the moment. It was in those moments that the deepest desires came out, hiddenly safely away. Only the two of you knew: how he was brushing his nose and lips on your neck, and how you were grabbing his arms to close around you tighter.
“When did you come back?” His lips were so close to your ear that a wave of shivers ran down your neck.
“Two days ago.”
His arms around you had you losing yourself further and further. You couldn’t care less what the music was or where you were. All you wanted was that chance and you were greedy.
“Are you alone?”
You sank your nails into his skin, “Youngjoo is here.” He didn’t react but you knew he would remember your best friend. “Are you?”
You forced the words out of you. You almost didn’t want to know, especially after what the girls were gossiping about. Maybe they were wrong and he was dating someone seriously. But then he would have never been dancing with that girl before, so maybe the rumors were true. And on that end, you had very mixed feelings.
He didn’t answer but he didn’t move away either. You loved everything as it was: every inch of his skin glued to yours, his lips ghosting your neck, his hands seconds away from groping you and making you beg.
But eventually, you needed more. You needed an answer. You’d beg, gladly, but not if he had his thoughts on someone else.
So you turned in his arms, the short dress allowing you to easily glue your bodies together as you hid near his ear. “Answer me,” you cooed, brushing his neck with your fingers until you were embracing and grazing his scalp with your nails. You leaned the side of your face on him, his sweat not bothering you for an instant. It reminded you of what it was like to feel him that close while on his lap. When he would fuck into you, sweetly and strongly until every breath was a moany whimper, and you buried your fingers just like that to keep him close. His delectable scent would invade you then and envelope you tightly in everything Jungkook-related until all there was left was his coarse words tensing the coil in your—
He breathed near your ear and you lost your breath, sighing instantly after when he said nothing.
“Answer me,” you asked again. This time you nuzzled his ear and pressed yourself even closer, “Tell me what I want to hear. Tell me you’re by yourself, that you have no plans, no one waiting at home, nothing stopping you from doing this,” you let out all your deepest desires, carried out by the close and delirious moment.
His hand was pressing up your spine and nape as you spoke until it latched onto your hair but it didn’t pull you away. You had moved by yourself to be as close as you could, breaths fanning each other’s faces as you waited for his reply.
You waited and longed, and tried not to rub your body flush against that familiar warmth that you were craving like the air you breathed. Unmistakably, your body betrayed you by leaning closer and closer until your noses grazed briefly, and that was when you felt the pull. His hand pulled your head back by your hair and you opened your glistening eyes, teeth deep into your lower lip with utmost desire, only to find his dark eyes and rigid expression. And that was enough to shake you and put out in the open everything you wished had stayed hidden: he was angry.
Suddenly, you remembered very well the last time you saw him. How much it hurt him, and you. How much of a coward you had been. How much you didn’t deserve a drop of his attention, let alone his time, touch, or warmth.
He let you go slowly as memories you thought no longer haunted you came rushing back, making you swallow a lump. And you smiled, because how could you not? He was angry, so very clearly, and you deserved it.
Your bodies were finally separated and despite the happiness in your chest at having had the chance to see him, your knees were weak and your legs wobbly. You couldn’t do this.
“I’m sorry,” you voiced, hoping that your expression conveyed how much you meant those words. For now. For before.
And you turned to leave with a deep breath. Were you running away? Yes. In a way, from the anger you created in him and the regret in yourself. From the chance of being rejected head-on, which you knew you had coming but you had never been the brave kind, so you couldn’t face it. You could even agree he deserved to have the pleasure, but you were far too selfish to let him have it. No. You’d remain the bitch who dumped him and couldn’t face the consequences, which was exactly why you were leaving.
It was chilly outside but it didn’t matter, you were too hot from all the emotions — the excitement and the shame and regret. You stepped to the street where you knew that among the cars stopping and passing you’d eventually catch a taxi dropping people off and took out your phone to text your best friend that you were leaving.
You had just hit send when someone grabbed your arm and you offered resistance, ready to fight whoever dared to try to grab you and—
Familiar dark eyes faced you back and you instantly let your body fall to his chest. His jawline was still firm as he clenched it, angry eyes stiffening his face, but you still let yourself get drawn in like a magnet to a polar opposite. You knew he was mad, knew he had reasons to hate you, despise you, treat you worse than the girls he fucked without kissing or acknowledging, but fuck were you—
He stepped back and dragged you along and you offered no resistance. You had no idea where he was taking you as he walked you down the street tightly by the arm, hiding his grip between you as you walked. You looked up at him, ignoring if you’d trip and fall with such high heels. He looked angry, and you cursed yourself for thinking it looked hot as hell on him.
He pulled you into a dimly lit back alley that led to a residential area and stopped you just behind a hidden corner covered by a parked car. Your back hit the wall and you looked up at him while grabbing the chain strap of your bag over your head so it wouldn’t be in the way.
That thought repeated itself — he looked hot as hell. You didn’t like that he was angry with you, but that tension on him was sexy as fuck and you wanted to be the one to relax him. To let him take out his frustration on you until he was vulnerable and sweet like you always remembered him.
Those were the thoughts in your mind when you raised your hands to touch him but he slapped them away harshly. You didn’t have time to react about it though because a second later he caged your face in his hands and crashed his mouth to yours, pressing you between him and the wall.
The cold wall was nothing when you were burning inside out. His mouth was hungry on yours and you paid him back in kind, getting your tongue to meet his just as eagerly. Your hands gripped his shoulders closely while you tried not to let the lightheadedness get you, but it was too late. All you wanted was happening right now, you’d keep kissing him and reaching for him until the end.
His hands lowered to your curves as his lips trailed down your jawline and you moaned when he squeezed your chest harshly. You pulled him closer, you wanted it all, and when he humped his erection to your hip, all you could think to do was beg.
“Yes,” you breathed, feeling how hard he was through both your clothes, from head to base. “Fuck me right now. Please.”
His lips quickly came to yours, if to shut you up or not you couldn’t tell. Either way, he gave you enough space to reach his waist, unbutton his pants and grab his cock firmly. He rutted your hand with wanton groans into your neck, and you felt like the world was yours. If you could have him, then you wouldn’t complain or whine ever again. If that thick cock would stretch you again like you wished so badly, then you’d shut up about everything wrong in this world because absolutely nothing would be wrong ever again.
Maybe he heard your prayers because suddenly he grabbed your hips and tapped them for you to instinctively jump on his lap. You supported yourself on his shoulders while he kissed you and let you play with his lip rings, rolling your tongue over them. Meanwhile, you could feel but not exactly know what he was doing at your waist level in between your two bodies. Only when he put the condom wrap near his mouth so he could rip it open with his teeth did you realize there was a good reason to interrupt your make-out session.
You let him have his focus while he put it on, lazily brushing your lips over his forehead, right until he searched for your panties only to rudely pull them to the side and push himself inside you almost instantly. You groaned with a hint of a whine at the burn, but soon he made you jump on his lap, piercing his cock fully into you and you let your head fall back. Fuck, had you missed this.
You didn’t have time to let the pleasure reach every corner of you, but your enjoyment was not cut short. His hips snapped into yours and your chin dropped, eyes hooded when you realized that was how you were going to get him. He did it again, grabbing your shoulder and hip into place and the corners of your mouth twitched. You almost smiled before biting your lip as he started a paced rhythm that didn’t give you a second’s rest.
His angry eyes were on you as the slaps echoed into the night along with your stifled moans until you couldn’t care. Who cared if someone found Jungkook fucking your brains out? You wanted him to, dreamed of it, remembered it, had wished on all your lucky stars you would one day get to feel that way again. And now? Fuck if you cared who caught you. That thick cock ramming into you was the sweetest thing—
He grabbed your hair to pull your face to kiss him and you kept on moaning into his mouth. His tongue didn’t meet the reception he wanted, and you blamed the way he was fucking into you so hard you couldn’t even focus on breathing. Maybe it aggravated him or it just gave him his next idea, but in a second he was kissing down your neck, which had you grabbing his head close so he would keep going.
Suddenly he yanked the upper part of your dress and as it didn’t have stripes, the elastic gave in and let the fabric slide. He did the same on the strapless bra, not stopping his hips for a second, until your chest was out in the open, bouncing with every thrust.
He buried his face between your tits, licking and bitting for a moment in which you knew you were dripping slick down both him and you and you fucking loved it. Your haze was so up in the clouds you couldn’t be bothered to come down until he did something that shook your heart.
He tightened your legs around his waist, leaned in an angle so he could hold you firmly against the wall, and fuck you in a way that rubbed your clit just like you loved it. Instantly, the way he dragged over it and reached deep inside with his cock had you moaning breathlessly. Then he straightened up, carefully perfecting his movements until your mouth was open and you were jumping on his lap with him to the best of your abilities. He knew he had you in the right spot, you were squirming but desperate to stay close, moaning and completely lost, trying to sink your nails into his skin but weak to the sensations leaving you adrift. He reveled in that, with such pride swelling inside him he didn’t know what to do with himself aside from grabbing both your tits and squeezing them harshly.
He felt the way you tensed around his cock and he knew he had you. With every snap of his hips, your eyes closed further, your moans became breathy, and your legs pulled him more in. He knew he could squeeze you to the point it bruised without as much as a whimper, but he stayed clear from doing it, taking pleasure only in the way his cock was so deep inside you that he knew you’d never forget it.
You took your hands to his over your chest and then it hit you that only he could do you like this. Only he knew every little thing that you liked, only he knew how to grope and squeeze without hurting you, only he knew exactly how to fuck you into oblivion every time. Because it was him.
Fuck, it’s him. After so long—
You tried reaching for him, but your hand dropped to his shoulder as you let the orgasm shake you and steal away your inhibitions if there ever were any. You closed your eyes and felt his body press closer to you, almost as if to hide you from the world as you moaned and cursed him for releasing you like this. He fucked you through it, then hid in your neck when it came to his, grunting and holding you tightly. You grinned and petted his head when he stilled, blissful with having him tucked deep inside you again.
Until he cursed into your neck and you weren’t sure if it was out of giddiness, delight, relaxation, or relief like it would have been for you, or if it was because he was pissed at himself.
When he let you down a bit more abruptly than you anticipated, you were left only with a stronger doubt.
He turned to the side to get rid of the condom and you took the time to put your bra and dress back in place. When he turned back to face you, you had already grabbed your bag from the floor and were just looking at him. Your lips twitched — he looked so fucking handsome with that spark in his eyes.
He cursed, then ruffled his hair for a moment before looking at you again, “I’ll take you home.”
You pulled your hair neatly back and pursed your lips, “I’m staying at Youngjoo’s. I don't have a place yet, so we… wouldn’t have privacy.”
He openly snorted, “You're assuming I want seconds.”
You sighed with a light shrug, “Isn't that what we just did?”
His derision fell through as his features hardened again but you didn't budge. You did what you did and didn't regret it for a second. You were both adults and he followed you, there was no point in pretending you didn't want each other. That was what you asked for and what he had given you, whether that made him angry or not.
But you didn't want to antagonize him. You gave him a short nod, “It's okay, I can—”
He clicked his tongue and gave you a dry look before giving you a nod to follow him. You considered for a second if you should — if it made him so angry, maybe you shouldn't. But tonight you were giving 0 fucks about shouldn’ts. You were doing what you wanted and what you wanted was your hands on him for as long as possible.
So when he stopped next to a red motorcycle and opened the seat compartment to get you a helmet, you smirked. You wouldn't tell him, but you missed exactly that — hugging him while he sped between every single obstacle and your hair flowed behind you with the wind. When you were free to go mad fast but remained safe as you could only feel with him.
He sat first, putting on his helmet expertly and starting the motor in a well-rehearsed move. You had seen him do it before when you were still together, but there was a certain magic in seeing that even if he changed, some things didn’t.
He leaned his head ever so slightly to glance at you and you smirked, finally getting on behind him and gripping him firmly. Maybe you shouldn’t, but you were feeling daring — and he looked back. He checked on you, despite the derision and silences. You took the small win.
“You remember where Youngjoo lives?” You ask in a bit of a shout as he is looking at the road to finally get on it.
He didn’t answer you, but seeing the direction he took, you immediately assumed he remembered. And with this, you allowed yourself to just lean closer, wrap your arms tighter around his torso, and relax. Inhale his scent unapologetically by sticking your face into his shoulder maybe a bit too much; the helmet was big and he surely felt it. Palm his chest and torso over his jacket; you hoped he wouldn’t get too distracted. You were petty, knowing he wouldn’t be able to stop and get angry with you or snap your hands away. Knowing this was perhaps the last chance you’d ever have to touch him, so you did. Wrong or right, it didn’t matter to you. You’d remember this later and all the little sensations and you’d be happy you did.
You were lulled by his warm body and the drum of the motor raging on, so you paid little attention to where he was going. All you knew was that when he stopped and pushed a button for a communal garage to open at the foot side of an apartment complex it was not Youngjoo’s place.
He rode more softly through the cars parked underground until he found his spot and stopped. You didn’t ask questions, you didn’t need to. You stepped out of the bike and handed him your helmet, and he took it and put it back, the both of you quiet. You made sure to remain quiet and you followed him, small as a mouse, into the elevator lobby, then inside one where he pressed the seventh floor, and even when the doors closed with only the two of you there.
Your mind was roaring on about him bringing you to his place and the only reason he would have to do that, and your chest would soon explode. With every passing minute ever since you laid eyes on him, it felt like you were living a dream. Only in dreams did you think you’d ever have the chance of being near him, so no matter what, you were winging it. Living the moment, even if all of this turned out to be an angry fuck, you’d gladly get on your back.
He typed the code to unlock an apartment door and you followed him inside, cheekiness left outside in the night right before you got into the bike and decided to make the most of your time with him. He threw the motorcycle keys on a table you couldn’t see because it was dark and turned on the lights, making you hold your breath. He had moved to that place, that much was certain, but even his space didn’t remind you of Jungkook as you expected it to.
You had only taken the step to peep into his home, you meant to turn back and take your shoes off as it was respectful to do, but he was a step ahead. You stepped out of the way to exchange places with him right after he got his jacket on the hanger, but he had something else in mind. His hands followed your movement to your waist, and as soon as you looked up, eager lips were searching for yours.
You instantly melted against the wall, hands raising to run through his hair as you let yourself dive into that contentment again. While you were relaxed, he was clearly impatient. His palms traced your curves in wide but quick movements, so firmly you knew you could have already been naked, he was learning the same. His tongue was inside your mouth almost as quickly as his body pressed to yours, stealing your thoughts and any possibility you ever had to change your mind. Not that you would, and you were sure he knew that. Your hands were gripping him close, your breathing was heavy and dragged and you weren’t fighting his kiss in the slightest, on the contrary. Your tongue was inviting him, your body was arching to expose more skin, you were taking what you could and you’d give whatever he wanted.
But then he broke the kiss and looked down, forcing you to stop as well. You looked at him under wanton fluttering lashes only to find him with that same stiff and reticent expression you had seen before.
Your first heartbeat stung — you could guess why he was hesitating and there was nothing you could do about it now.
The second revolted you — you were there, weren’t you? In his house? He brought you here, so why worry? Why hesitate? Why overthink?
The third got you annoyed — if he was that hesitant, why bring you there in the first place? Why bother?
The fourth rilled you up, and that was when you spoke, “What’s wrong?”
He refused to look up at you but never moved away.
His breathing was calming down and you spoke without thinking, “Changed your mind?”
His eyes finally moved to yours and you saw his anger. And again, like a well-rehearsed exercise, all you could think was how you were right there.
“I’m here,” you said quietly, reaching for the curling strands of hair under his ear.
He didn’t move, eyes fixed on the corner of your lips, and you knew he was forcing himself to stay like this.
“I can leave,” he finally said. “You can sleep here and I can leave.”
“Why?”
He finally looked up at your eyes as you let your head fall back to the wall in a languid movement.
“This is your place, why leave?”
His jaw tensed and you could swear you saw a vein pulsing.
You sighed, “You brought me here so here I am. What do you want to do? Fuck me until morning? Gladly. Just sleep? I’m sure you have a big bed. Drink until we pass out? I’m down. Talk?” His eyebrows twitched and you nodded. “Not sure how that would work, but we can. Or not. I won't say another word if you don’t want me to. Just stop this internal struggle of yours. Do what you want to do.”
You were as comfortable as could be between him and the wall and just waited for his decision. Your eyes stayed on his pensive expression, taking in the little details before going down to trace his wide shoulders and biceps. He was definitely more buff and you wondered if it changed things a lot or—
“You can shower first.”
He backed away from you and you couldn’t help your expression sobering up. He looked almost apologetic, hiding something deep inside while showing you something you could only call a mask.
But you knew him. All those women thirsting after him, wishing they could make him smile and fall for them didn’t know him like you did. For better or worse, all they had were rumors while you had memories.
So you nodded and stepped towards the bathroom, but not before turning around midway, “Please don’t leave.”
The look you gave him was enough — pleading whereas his eyes flickered with an emotion you had not yet seen on him. But even if you wanted to press it and ask, you didn’t. At the end of the day, it was still his choice and you were well aware of it.
You took a calming shower, cleaning the sweat and alcohol from your skin with a shower gel that smelled of him and wondering what your next step should be. You ended up deciding that if he had left despite your request, you would call a taxi and go back to Youngjoo’s. You honestly hoped as you toweled yourself that he would tell you to leave and be clear about it instead of leaving to give you space at the expense of his comfort.
You glanced around the bathroom and ignored your discarded dress and heels in the corner, searching for something else instead. Your eyes fell on a black tee thrown over the laundry basket but that didn’t quite make it in. You grabbed it and brought it to your nose, shutting your eyes instantly with a longing grimace — it smelled of him. You couldn’t bring yourself to admit the mess of feelings that his very existence created in you, but the tears in your eyes were enough.
You quickly put it on, looking at yourself in the mirror. He always enjoyed oversized clothes, which on you looked like two of you could fit. Your lips curved as you smoothed the fabric over your stomach, his scent gracing your senses every time you took a breath. Nothing beat that comfort.
You turned to leave the bathroom and hoped to find Jungkook still there. You hoped he’d let you keep the tee, though you wouldn’t be opposed to taking it off if it would be replaced with his strong arms—
The scent of coffee hit your nose quickly once in the living room and your brow furrowed. Not because it was coffee, Jungkook liked coffee, but because when you neared the kitchen, your guts twisted. On the counter, you saw a fuming mug and the cinnamon smell instantly teared you up. That plus the bottle of soymilk and the honey pot pushed to the back told you many things: he had those things he never really drank before laying around, he remembered your favorite latte, and he made it for you.
Your eyes jumped to his back; he was looking outside the kitchen window and by the intense coffee scent around him, you knew before he turned that he was having a black expresso.
He looked at you and your guts turned; all you could do was look into his eyes while your fingers gripped the hem of his shirt on you. You were tearing up in a way you couldn’t control, everything was too much. He didn’t leave. You were there, in his life, in his home, wearing his clothes, having your favorite drink that he prepared for you because he still remembered how. That meant he had to care, even if just a little, and you didn’t know what to say but—
Your chin trembled but before you voiced anything, he finished his coffee, put the empty cup in the sink, and passed you to enter the bathroom. The door merely clicked closed and you covered your eyes, trying to reel your emotions back in. You stepped to the counter to grab your coffee and as soon as the taste hit your tongue, your heart shook, creasing lines between your eyebrows as you teared up.
You didn’t want to have hope, but your stupid heart was turning a deaf ear. You never had hope before, you knew you fucked up and never handled things properly, and for the way you hurt him, you knew you didn’t deserve any kindness. You scoffed at yourself and drank more to have the comfort of that warmth down your chest as if it came straight from him. You knew and it made no sense but you were still there and you were willing to delude yourself for a moment longer.
So you took your mug and the opportunity to look around while you heard the shower noise faintly in the background. His place was bigger now and you looked around with a smile on your face. He had the same black leather couch, the same grey bean bag, and the same shoebox by the entrance. The fact that he had a projector screen instead of a TV made you smile, he spoke for ages that he wanted to do that if he ever moved out. But as you took in the rest of the place, your smile broke a little.
On the corner, there was a barbell weight set, dumbbells, a pull-up bar, and resistance bands. He used to work out before, but now you knew why he looked bigger — he definitely worked out more now. You pursed your lips with the sweet latte comforting you as you sipped it slowly; you didn’t want to think about why he was making that effort.
You moved on to peep at his desk, interested in what he was working on, and you stilled. He still had his gaming keyboard, mouse, and desktop, but now he had books about photography on the desk. He always liked photography and filmmaking, but the new camera and microphone spoke volumes about what he was working on at the moment. You searched around for the easel he’d always have with a recent work in progress or his sketch notebook but you couldn’t find them, and so you pressed your lips. You loved it when sketched you, always when you least expected it, showing you beautiful versions of yourself you only started believing because of him.
You finished the coffee, eager for the sweet trace to link you back to him — you wondered what happened to—
You turned when you heard the bathroom door opening, you never noticed he had stopped showering. Your thoughts tripped over themselves at the sight of him: wet raven hair ruffled by a towel you couldn’t see, dark eyes set on you as if he wanted to make sure he was seeing right, soft golden skin covering wide shoulders and swollen arms, chest, leading to firm abs that were always there, but not as marked. Your eyes lowered, but the black towel was hanging on to his hip like you could only envy.
You raised your eyes to find him serious, looking at you, tense features on a tense body.
“Thank you,” you smiled at him, waving the empty mug before placing it down. You swallowed a lump at the view of him walking towards you, despite his demeanor. “It’s my favorite—”
You weren’t startled when he grabbed your head and crashed his mouth to yours. You were praying for it to happen, and the burn running down your chest from the way your mouths tried to consume one another had you melting instantly. You wanted him, you weren’t hiding it, and whatever way he wanted to touch you worked as long as he did. As long as those lips pressing yours covered all of you. As long as his tongue fighting yours soon spelled your pleasure at his whim while his fingers pressed marks only he could trace on you.
Your hands moved to those wide shoulders that had your knees wobbly and he pushed them away before forcing your head up to face him better. He wanted your focus on your kiss only and you didn’t mind, but the temptation to grab him and scratch him was overriding your senses. You tried again, but this time he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you with him. You gripped his shoulders for support, finally sinking your nails in the soft muscle just like he was taking small bites out of your bottom lip.
Your ass hit something and when he pushed you on it, you just briefly freed one hand to throw whatever was on the dining table behind you off to have some space. You moaned with the bites he was leaving down your neck while you focused on keeping him close with your legs wrapped around him. He fumbled with the tee shirt to get his hands on you and quickly grabbed your chest in a push-and-squeeze motion that had you moaning and humping him. Fuck, you missed this. No one could ever mess you up like he could, you always turned into a whimpering wet mess with him.
He scratched down your stomach to your hips, squeezing them harshly, then pulled away. He grabbed the hem of the shirt and you raised your arms instantly to let him strip you.
He stepped back and threw the shirt on the floor, hungry dark eyes eying you from head to toe.
“Fuck, look at you.”
A subtle line showed between your eyebrows; his tone was abrasive in a way you weren’t familiar with. But the way he stepped back between your legs while getting on his knees was much more in line with what you knew. Him in a praying position tracing your skin with open-mouthed kisses while he groped and scratched every inch of you was one of the reasons you couldn’t forget him. You couldn’t let go of what it felt like to be desired by that man. The thought alone had you wet and whimpering, the only difference was that now you’d experience it again after only dreams and hopes.
His mouth kept tracing kisses on your inner thighs, just like he knew would drive you crazy, but you didn’t whine about it. No, you wanted it to last. Whatever he’d give to you, you wanted everything. You weren’t beyond begging, but you wouldn’t just with a little bit of torture. No, you knew how that mouth would move on you, how his tongue would lap at the perfect rhythm. You could wait for perfection.
He slapped your ass on one side, opening your leg further with a whimper from you. He repeated the motion on the other side and only then did you notice you were squeezing him between your legs. It made you smirk as you looked down — you could see his dark eyes with a few wet hair strands over them, the hint of teeth as he grazed your sensitive inner thighs. He could spank you all he wanted, you wanted him to. So you smiled and pressed your lips, clearly telling him that you’d keep your mouth shut.
He bit down, getting a deep moan from you. You were clenching around nothing, dripping with slick, and you were sure he noticed.
“Since when are you so patient?”
He sounded annoyed and you giggled wantonly, so fucking amused you couldn’t help it. “I’m patient when it’s worth it.” You could feel his hands pressing your skin, going to the swell of your ass to squeeze, and you nearly sighed. “I wouldn’t dare rush perfection.”
He scoffed but dropped his mouth on you instantly, having all your cockiness evaporating on the spot. He ate you like only he did, grabbing your squirmy self still while he made out with you. His tongue lapped at your clit in a fixed rhythm that you couldn’t explain and seconds later you released every square inch of air from inside your lungs with a deep moan. He knew you liked a stable slow rhythm, but keeping your thighs in place was irking you. It was right there! If only he’d let you move. Just a centemeter right— No! Just one or two to the left and you’d be lost to those sensations you hadn’t felt in months.
You whimpered, but you couldn’t talk while he did that to you. You reached for his hands on your hips and squeezed them, both looking for support and for a way to be free. His humming to your core had you sucking in a breath, but what broke you were his words.
“Stay still, bubbles. Let me get you there.”
And he licked you faster, keeping pressure on you with his mouth that had you whimpering and tensing up like a coil about to spring. Every lap of his tongue increased your tension, pitched your moan, and stole your breath, to a point you thought you’d explode. You sat up in your tension and grabbed his hair, ecstatic. It was him with his face half buried in you, eating you, getting you there, calling you by your pet name like nothing changed.
That thought alone pushed you to the edge and you hopped on the train. Steadily and surely, Jungkook would take you there just like he promised. Just like you wished.
So you started moaning louder, half derailed, “Fuck, baby. Fuck, you’re so good.” You could barely breathe, but you wanted him to know how much you loved this. “Take me there, please, I’m—”
Your voice broke because you suddenly were cold. You were panting and shocked, but your first instinct was to look down at him and loosen up your grip on his hair.
“Are you okay?”
He faced you and stayed silent, with your slick covering his nose, mouth, and chin while his digits dag at your hips. Your worry was clouding you, having your hand brush his cheek in search of an answer that only came when he stood up and turned away. Then, you blinked to reality and looked down and around. You were confused. Not because he stopped, but because he insisted on staying quiet and to himself.
You got up and were about to speak your mind when you saw that the towel had fallen to the ground. That gave you the impulse to walk up to him and look down shamelessly — he was so hard he was pointing at you. You raised your eyes and found his on yours, darker than before. He was tense and angry, that was clear, but he was hard, having rubbed his hand over his face to clean your slick off him. But then, why was he licking his lips and his lip rings, where your taste was probably stronger?
You took a deep breath and placed your hands firmly on his shoulders, pushing him steadily. He let you, walking back at your will until his calves hit the sofa. You tapped his shoulders once and he sat down. His hands were on your hips and started tracing circles absentmindedly, and you leaned closer to pet his hair. His sweet caresses were enough to soothe you, to become sure of something you weren't sure you had the right to be sure of. But it didn't matter — he chose the wrong night to be indecisive. You were willing to choose for you both.
You kissed his head before getting on your knees in between his legs. He gave you a dark cold stare and with anyone else you might have cowered, but not with him. You waited a moment with your hands over his legs, but he never gave you clear permission, incentive, or rejection. So you took the option that suited you best and leaned in.
You trailed your lips over his soft and built thighs, kneading the firmness with a whimper caught in your throat. You kissed closer and closer, releasing sighs left and right and paying little to no mind to what he would think of you for it. You both had always been like this: crazy for one another, praising and worshiping as quickly as you would use and abuse. You had never had another relationship like it, before or after, and to say you missed it would be an understatement.
But you weren’t going to sob over past mistakes right now. No, what mattered now was to not make a stupid mistake like not kissing, licking, and scratching every inch of him until he either begged or complained or you lost it.
You moved ever so closer to his crotch but stopped by his balls first, giving them wide-tongued licks that had him sighing. You glanced up to see his eyes closed, wet hair dripping down his shoulders, and the first hint of relaxation from him. That’s it, you coed in your mind. Fuck did you miss seeing him falling apart, you craved it and you’d do it.
You kept licking and kissing and as you moved up his shaft it occurred to you that it didn’t matter that you hadn’t come. It didn’t matter if he had given up or even why. You weren't opening your mouth around his tip and licking it with hunger because you wanted something in return.
You moaned as soon as that taste hit your buds and your thoughts became a blur. You bobbed your head mindlessly, drooling over him, using the expanse of your tongue on his tip, taking whatever you could no matter how because you fucking missed it. That taste, that hardness, the hand that came to grip your head but remained light as a feather, and finally, you looked up. His eyebrows were knit in pleasure with his mouth agape, tongue peaking through, and licking his lip ring while grabbing your head in a firm yet loving gesture — that was it, the prize. He was finally relaxed as you bobbed your head and drooled all over him and the perspective of making him weak exhilarated you in a way that had you going harder, firmer, stronger. You didn’t notice, but you were breathing in between his cock touching your throat, your cheeks stayed hollowed, and your hand accompanied your every move over his shaft while you played with his balls. When his precum invaded your mouth, all your thoughts went out the door.
You gripped his cock firmer and moaned all over it, adjusting your posture to focus even better. Fuck, did you want his taste in your mouth. You touched yourself to the thought of it before, of him, but now being there on your knees with his grunts finally adoring your ears, your focus was all on him. You could come later to the memory of that very moment, all he had to do was let go and shoot warm ropes of cum down your throat.
But he recoiled away and guided your head away. You had no idea if he pulled your hair, but you knew he never asked you to stop. The only sounds out of his mouth were grunts of pleasure and you had seen his face — he was on cloud nine with you. He liked it, he was weak for it, for you and the way you did it, so why?
You looked up, an arched eyebrow quizzically raised, but he had his bicep covering his eyes while his chest heaved up and down. You were done with him stripping away everything you wanted from you, so you got up and got on his lap with a knee on either side of him. You thought he might have shooed you away or told you to get off, but no. His hands went instantly to support your hips and you were even more irked.
“Why?”
He opened his eyes and the stiffness was back to his pleasant features. That had you pouting with tears in your eyes. Maybe you could figure out why, but you didn’t care — you leaned forward and brushed his cheek gently. He brought you there, he wasn’t rejecting you, pulling you away, or anything like that. It was time he made a decision.
“Why push me away?” You insisted, letting your nail graze his sweet cheek gently. He recognized that tone in your voice, and that was why he answered.
“I was about to cum.”
“So?”
He didn’t answer, his eyes only hardened, and you looked down at his erect cock between you. There were so many things you could say, and so many paths to choose from. You could get angry, whiny, blow him anyway, ride him, and you considered every option. But you kept reverting to that anger behind those beautiful dark eyes. And as you both faced each other, you knew why he was mad — because you hurt him the year before. Because what you were doing was maybe a source of conflict, it sure could have been for you as well if you didn’t still…
Well.
Your expression softened as you leaned to close your lips near the skin of his forehead, “Take it out on me.”
He didn’t move or respond and you just dragged your lips soothingly over his skin in small peppered kisses.
“Please,” you whispered. “Take it all out on me. I want you to.” You dragged your nails up his neck and he leaned his head forward. “I need you to.”
His hands gripped your waist as he seemed to hide in your chest and you sat closer to him. You petted his beautifully longer hair, still wet under your touch, and sighed when he pressed your back to keep you close. You smiled and kissed his head, taking that as a yes. So you waited like that until he decided how he would do it.
Your answer came when he glued his mouth to your chest and started nibbling down until he caught a nipple. You didn’t hide your sigh — he was a tits kind of guy and he always loved yours, worshiping them in every sense of the word. And you had always loved him for it and for the way he could leave you a moaning mess with his attention there only.
So you hissed and sighed with his mouth, tongue, and teeth driving you insane. To return the favor, you reached down in between your bodies and found his rock-hard boner. Your spit was drying, but not yet, so you jerked him off gently through your pitchy moans.
You could feel him twitching in your hand. You knew he loved your tits and got lost in licking and biting them. You knew he got crazy when you played with him at the same time, playing with his weakness while truthfully wanting nothing more than for him to play with all of you.
So you leaned down by his ear. “Come on,” you whispered in a low tone. “Take it out on me. Do it.” You gripped him a bit harder, earning a stronger bite from him that had you instantly hissing and clenching around nothing. “I want to feel you.” Your hand never stopped and he seemed to be listening to you — only his tongue was moving. “Hard. Deep. Fuck it all out on me.”
You buried your nose in his hair and waited, never stopping your hand on him. You’d prefer he fucked you senseless, but even jerking him off would be nice if that was his mood.
But you doubted it was, and indeed, it wasn’t. He let go of your abused nipple and faced you for a second. He didn’t comment on anything you said, he only grabbed you firmly by the hips and stood up, taking you with him.
You gasped mutely and hugged him strongly, only to realize that he was carrying you without an ounce of effort. He was truly stronger, which could mean he would fuck you harder—
He dropped you on his bed, making you whimper and your tits bounce around, then moved away. You sat up, worried about him just leaving, but then you tilted your head. He was adjusting a full-body mirror that was purposefully facing another wall to show the bed. You saw your reflection on it and mused over why he had that mirror set like that and took the time to change it.
He neared you while rolling a condom and you looked at him, breath slowing with the perspective of what would happen now. He traced a hand down your hip and you laid back, but he immediately gripped both your sides and turned you around. You puffed, half annoyed half melting at being handled like that, and got on all fours for him. You thought he’d toy with you and you’d patiently wait for what you wanted most, but he didn’t. He instantly put his cock at your entrance and you groaned, gripping the sheets with the desire bursting through you.
“You want it?” His tone was quiet but sure, almost cold. His hand struck your ass but you only gave him a gentle moan. “Get it then.”
You bit your lip and moved back, opening your mouth with the familiar stretch that had you curling your toes. You went slowly, thankful for his resistance that allowed his cock to brave more and more, inch by inch, until you felt full. You knew he wasn’t totally in, and he reminded you by jerking his hips once until he bottomed out. You gave him a little whine and he chuckled.
“There. Didn’t think you had forgotten how I fucked you a second ago, but I’ll remind you.”
He snapped his hips into yours and you knew he wouldn’t be gentle, but you didn’t care. He was doing what you asked, finally connected to you, giving you the pleasure of your dreams. It didn’t matter if he was treating you roughly, you asked for it. You wanted it, you needed it. Him, his anger, anything he would give you.
“Look at you,” he grunted before gripping your ass better. “I haven’t even started.”
You opened your eyes and tilted your head to face him through the mirror. You gave zero fucks about how vulnerable you were, needy, greedy, whimpering, and begging for more even though you knew how much more could come. No, you looked at him. At his focused expression telling you this wasn’t as easy as he made it seem. At his flexed abs, tense thighs, and buff biceps. At his hand on your ass, squeezing. At his eyes moving from yours to verify your position — not only if you looked good, but at your knees and elbows sliding. For your comfort. It had to be, right?
You were tucked in his grip, so when he went harder, you had nowhere to go. You took his hips slapping against you and moaned loudly, abandoned to the feeling that only he fucking you could tear out of you.
“Can’t take it?” His voice was mocking. “How’s that?” You couldn’t coherently answer. “Are you that desperate for a proper dicking?”
“Wasn’t that what you did before?”
You barely got it out but he heard you, not stopping for a second. “Clearly wasn’t enough. Your boyfriend must be doing a really sloppy job.”
His voice was tense, you wondered if bitterness was in the mix, but you were too high to think about it.
“No boyfriend. Maybe that’s the problem.”
His hand struck your ass so hard you whimpered a cry. In a second, he was rubbing that area and gripping you closer, fucking you harder. It made you see stars and you couldn’t get enough.
“So whiny,” he grunted, “so needy.”
You scoffed. He was the one fucking you as hard as possible.
“Do you always moan like that?” You felt his nails on your asscheeks. “Any cock can get that noise out of you.”
You grinned, “No, only yours can.” You expected another slap but it didn’t come. “Never met anyone who can fuck me like you.”
He smacked the other asscheek harshly and gripped you so hard that the constant hit of his cock deep inside you almost short-circuited your brain.
“But you searched.”
He was speaking between gritted teeth, but you were in no condition to notice. “So did you. Fucked how many right here, on this bed?”
He smacked your ass again, but looking through the mirror you could see he wasn’t just angry now. His eyes were closed as if in pain. But you were too rilled up to stop.
“Looking for what? Any tight cunt?” He was getting sloppy and you couldn’t shut up. “Or did you really think anyone else could get you this desperate?” You fucked yourself on his cock against his rhythm and you could swear he growled. But who cared, he was snapping his hips to yours again. “Why so quiet?” His hand striking your ass had you arching for him, but not quieting down. “Tell me. Do you cream yourself this easily with—”
He pulled your hair, forcing your back to arch and take him deeper. Your mouth opened, instantly melting in ways only he could cause until you shivered when you felt him near your ear.
“No.” You opened your eyes in his silence to find him looking at you through the mirror. If your opened mouth spelled how deep he was buried inside you, then his eyes told of how desperate he was. “Only you do this to me. Only you drive me this fucking crazy.”
He connected his nose to your shoulder despite ramming into you wildly and grunted together with you. You couldn’t stifle your moans, your curses, or your prayers. But you yelped when suddenly he let you go and rolled you over. He got between your legs and immediately slid inside, earning a sigh from you and a plea.
He pulled your legs over his shoulders and leaned down over you, seeing your eyes widen. You extended your hands, what for you weren’t certain, but he grabbed them and pressed them to the mattress on either side of your head.
His hips restarted their rocking and you moaned desperately. You squirmed, and moaned, and said his name, and begged, and squeezed his hands, and all the while he never stopped fucking you. He was sweating, it was dripping over you, but you couldn’t care. All that mattered was that he was as deep as possible inside you, torturing you with how good it felt, and you were there for it. Loving every moment.
“Fuck— You’re so deep—”
“You like it?”
His tone was gentle, almost as if he wished for nothing but to please you. You were lost. You wished for nothing else but him.
“Yes— Yes—”
You were desperate, at the edge of your emotions with tears in your eyes and he saw it. “Tell me what you want.”
“You!” Your answer was instantaneous, at the end of a moan. “You, fuck, please, you, just you—”
“I’m here.”
You gripped his hands and anxiety crossed your features for a moment, “Please.”
He kissed you, relenting his rhythm, only to whisper to your lips, “I’m here, bubbles.”
You opened your teary eyes to look at him and your heart shook. His eyes were sweet despite the pleasure and effort mingling in his features. He was looking at you, really looking, really seeing you, and he was there. He wasn’t taking it out on you anymore, he was really with you, like he once was.
You didn’t want to delude yourself, but the way he continued, staying close to your face to peck your lips and your cheeks, was swelling your heart too much to be contained. You moved with him, lulled by that movement you longed for for too long. That thought alone got you on the right tangent and you made sure to tell him through moans, looks, and your hands in his. He nuzzled you, sweat dripping down, and answered every plea and moan with signs of his own pleasure.
You let it grow inside you until you knew you couldn’t be contained, and neither did you want to. You opened your mouth to tell him and nothing came out, but he got it.
“Come with me.”
He grunted his words before kissing you and you whimpered and moaned your overwhelming pleasure without breaking away. He groaned into your mouth and pressed your lips firmly when you were both done, panting, sweaty, and spent.
You didn’t think about what would happen after that; truthfully, you wished time would stop. For a moment you believed it could be true — he stayed inside you with his mouth on your neck just suckling as you enjoyed his weight over you. You were drifting away, so utterly relaxed, happy, and fulfilled.
Until he pulled away and your heart cracked.
You couldn’t open your eyes immediately, you weren’t ready to face it again, not after the way you were just together. But when you finally opened your eyes, you were surprised.
Jungkook looked tired and sleepy, but that was it. He was extending his hand for you and you grabbed it. He pulled you up and dragged you to the bathroom, pointing at the toilet and turning to handle the condom. You peed but your mind latched onto nothing, you didn’t want to ruin that bliss.
He took your hand again and pulled you back to bed, opening the sheets before pushing you gently with an arm around your waist. You sighed and leaned back into him. He was holding you to his chest as he covered you both with a sheet and you could swear that was all a dream. All of it.
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oh shit! i made a book.
remember back in september when i said i was going to learn bookbinding. well! weeks of trial and error later, i've finally finished my very first bind! as some of you might have seen in past posts, i decided to focus on my 90k zolu mermaid/mafia au the sea makes bones of bodies and now here we are!
the bind itself is a relatively simple 320 page cased-in flatback with a fabric spine and lotka paper covers and endsheets, but i decided to use it as a "test book" to learn a little bit of everything. so! it features hand-traced gold foil on the cover and spine, a hand-beaded bookmark tipped with a genuine shark tooth (iykyk), and what im calling "cookies and cream" speckled edges (lol)
ive posted some screenshots of the typeset already so i wont go too crazy, but im actually pretty happy with how it looked all put together!! i sewed my signatures together too tightly, i think, so it kind of wants to flop closed (rip) but i tried to take some pictures of how it turned out!
i have a ton of pictures of the text body itself (and fun things like the playlist page, the title pages, etc) but this post is already long enough, haha.
the absolute best, best, best part of this whole project was a huge, wonderful, amazing surprise from @fluffyartbl0g that brought the whole project together!!! they were sweet enough to send some incredible art (!!!!) that i sewed into the front and back!!!
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overall, i learned so much and i took a ton of notes so i'll (hopefully) avoid some of my beginner mistakes when i do this again. i already have three more versions of the text block printed out and pressing right now! >:3c im going to keep practicing with this story for at least three more binds (because i want to get my technique down and i have some new ideas i want to try), and then switch to typsetting ocean theology and attempt a thinner 40k bind.
shoutout to renegade publishing for their wealth of technical help, and a big huge thank you to the dumbass zone for watching blurry videos of me flipping through printer paper at 3AM and just generally being so, so supportive while i learned all these new skills. you guys are the best!!
now... on to the next one!
EDIT: i've been asked for the typeset, so if you are interested in binding this yourself, you can find all the files here!! :D if you do make your own copy, i would love to see!!! PLEASE TAG MEEE!!!! :DDD
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Teething Triplets
pairing: Husband!Dad!Chris x Wife!Mom!Reader
summary: Chris finds himself in trouble alone with teething triplets and Y/n saves him with offers of a sleepover (Dilf!Chris)
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Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate
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“y’all look like your daddy, too cute” Y/n cooed watching her three 8 month olds in the bath tub with their daddy. Chris clad in swim shorts sat at the end with all of them between his legs, a soft smile on his face as he gently poured water over Noah’s head first. “What bout me honey? Am I cute too?” Chris smirked tilting his head up, his lips puckered out for a kiss, only for the triplets to attempt to mirror him and want a kiss from their momma too.
“Sorry baby, my little tots get theirs first” Y/n giggled bending down over the side of the tub and kissing each Noah, Jacob and Isabella; all of them flailing around happily once their momma kissed them and tickled their sides to release those heavenly giggles. “Now for you daddy” Y/n smirked kissing her husband quickly but passionately on the lips, pulling back once they felt water being sprinkled at them.
“Awh you don’t like momma kissing daddy?” Y/n pouted seeing all three triplets were pouting with their eyes as big as saucers, their hands holding onto Chris’ leg hair harshly making him wince out. “Let’s just shampoo their heads and get these monsters ready for bed” Chris groaned prying their small fingers off his legs.
Grabbing their johnson baby shampoo, Y/n and Chris lathered them all up, smiling at how they all looked with shark spikes in their hair. “Okay wait let me get my camera babe” Rushing back into the bedroom Y/n grabbed her polaroid, running back and ushering them all to pose. Noah and Jacob did the typical grumpy pout as their pose, whilst baby Isabella cupped her face with her hands like an adorable little princess.
“Hey let us get a picture too baby” Chris whined pulling his wife closer to the big tub, kissing her cheek as she took a selfie picture of them both, wide smiles all around the bathroom. The triplets now preoccupied with their marvel bath toys, the water sprinkler they had and their,,, Daddy’s leg hair.
Once they had gotten each baby into their respective towels, lotioned up and clad in diapers and onesies. It was finally time for beddy byes. With Isabella and Noah in Chris’ built arms and Jacob in Y/n’s arms, they tucked them into their beds, but within seconds they had all cramped themselves into Noah’s side by whimpering out for their usual sleepover; the triplets hated sleeping without the other for now.
“Well hopefully if they sleep well, we can have our own fun time momma, maybe have another set of-“
“Chris! Don’t even say that, you’ll manifest it” Y/n whimpered turning on their bunny nightlight, watching her three babies turn on their side and hug each other as tight as possible; there was barely enough room left to breathe with all the stuffies on the bed too. “Is there something so wrong about finding my wife absolutely gorgeous when pregnant?”
Chris smiled clutching his wife’s hand tightly, pulling her shorter stature back to their shared bedroom, which also was full of plush animals for when the kids decided they wanted to sleep with momma and daddy. Pushing them off the bed Chris gently laid his wife down, hovering over her, soft loving smiles on their faces as their hands started wandering.
“Ya know Bella would kill you if she saw you pushed bluey off the bed right?” Y/n laughed kissing up his neck, her fingers tracing over her name and her babies’ names tattooed over Chris’ chest, her heart pounding with so much love. “Ah well as long as her momma doesn’t tell her, we won’t have to worry will we? Come on baby, it’s been weeks, m’missin ya so much”
“I know honey, been neglectin you haven’t I?” Y/n whispered with her lips ghosting over his, his hands lingering underneath her silk robe as her hand palmed him through his pyjamas pants; both of them panting the more heated their kiss got, their tongues meeting out in the open. “What the shit?” Chris suddenly broke away sitting up right, both of them sighing when in an instant a loud cry came from down the hallway, the cockblockers. “You wait here baby, i’ll go see what’s up”
“Babies what’s wrong? have a bad dream” Chris whispered seeing all three of his tots sitting up right, all hugging onto each other as they cried into their onesies. Sitting onto the edge of the bed, Chris brought all three onto his lap, all of them nuzzling into his chest and grabbing onto it for dear life.
Their nappies weren’t dirty, they weren’t hungry so what was going on? Lifting up Noah to face level, he tucked him into his neck seeing as he was crying the loudest. Noah was a complete sucker for cuddles, just loving the warmth and love he got from his daddy and momma; so Chris knew this was the best way to comfort him, but for some reason his cries still didn’t subside.
“OW” Chris exclaimed suddenly feeling his little bugger take a chomp out of his cheek, suckling onto his skin whilst chewing on it like it was his favourite baby food. “What the fahk” Chris whispered to himself watching his baby boy just chew on his cheek, trying to pry him off before suddenly, he felt another mouth latch onto his pointer finger. They were teething.
Then he thought, where’s Isabella, who was sitting there also red-eyed watching her brothers chew at her daddy as if he was some chew toy. “Bella, don’t bite daddy, ya hear me?” Chris said warningly watching his little girl come closer and closer, her mouth wide open and ready to chomp, now her small mouth was closing in on the arm wrapped around Noah’s body. Here we go…
“Gotcha baby, knew they’d start their munching soon” Y/n whispered grabbing Isabella from behind, before she could even bite down on her daddy’s arm, immediately placing a pacifier full of cold breast milk into her mouth; watching on as her mouth just bopped up and down cutely, her cries subsiding to quiet sobs and hiccups as she clawed onto her momma to snuggle in tight.
“Mama please tell me you have more of those amazing devices” Chris whimpered trying to pry Jacob’s mouth off his finger, the poor little boy just in so much pain from teething. “Of course, have a special one just for Jacob” Y/n smiled pulling an airplane themed paci out of her robe pocket, setting down Bella onto the bed, she grabbed Jacob gently and popped the cool tasty dummy into his mouth.
“Now get this bugger off, he’s practically eating me alive” Chris motioned to Noah who was busy try to bite at his cheeks, watching as Y/n swooped in, her hand carefully prying his mouth off and giving him his penguin paci, all three babies now more or less calm. “You’re amazing ya know that? How’d you know what was happenin?”
“The baby monitor babe” Y/n laughed pointing to the camera settled in the corner of the room, a camera they used whenever the babies were down for the night or were napping. Jacob and Noah sat peacefully between their daddy’s thighs, both their hands fisting his shirt to keep him from standing up, their big puppy eyes looking up at him.
“Oh hell” Chris sighed feeling his heart break seeing all three babies now pouting up at him not wanting him to leave them, he hated how each of them had his wife’s features, making it even harder for him to say no. Y/n on the other hand saw Chris in all her babies, seeing the perfect mix of them both in three tiny clones. “M-maybe they can stay with us tonight? We did get an extended bed for a reason daddy”
Y/n cooed picking up Isabelle, her pacifier cutely bopping away with her growing teeth, her hands wrapped around her momma’s neck clearly ready to go to bed with her. “You read my mind momma, let’s go to bed” Chris sighed happily picking up Noah and Jacob in each arm, all three babies now smiling around their paci realising they’d be sleeping with their momma and daddy in their big, nice, warm snuggly bed.
Within seconds of entering the bedroom Bella instantly started whimpering, pointing to her baby bluey that was on the floor, from earlier’s shenanigans. Y/n gasped playfully, “Oh no poor Bluey” pouting she picked up the stuffy, handing it to her baby girl who hugged it dearly to her chest, nuzzling her head into it.
“Night night loves, momma and daddy love you so much” Y/n said softly kissing each of them on the forehead, hugging her boys who were still in Chris’ arms.
“My heart is going to burst from how cute they are” Y/n whispered setting her down onto the plush mattress, watching as she rolled over to her older brothers who were on the other side of the bed. “My heart already bursted, like four times, one for you and one for each of our tater tots” Chris smiled putting a pillow onto the edge where the babies were, also setting up the baby fence they had installed on that particular side, for nights like these.
“Stop it you, the babies are here, so no play time tonight” Y/n giggled hitting his shoulder as she slid in beside her babies, her arm hugging over all of them as they all hugged onto each other; Isabella scooting closer to her momma’s chest. “Can’t help it, still feels like it’s the first day I met ya” He whispered against the shell of her ear, his arm stretching over her waist and as far over his sons as possible.
“I love you Chris, thank you for this, all of this” Y/n whispered reaching for his hand and intertwining them together, “I love you so much more Mrs Evans, so much more and the little family you gave me. N’ maybe we can discuss having another-“
“Shush Evans”
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Mending a Family 24/?
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I'm not too proud of this chapter. It feels a bit disjointed, but I needed certain things to happen to progress the story a bit. Sorry if it's not my usual standard of writing. Let me know what you think
Dick was with his siblings. They were playing with Mar’i. Soon, she would start school, and he was terrified of letting her go alone.
She was his baby; she was too young.
Tim came up to him, holding a cup of coffee. Dick frowned at his younger brother. Tim had the audacity to smirk and take a sip. His bags were prominent. The brothers stood next to each other in silence for a while. Dick watched as his little girl floated in the air and her aunts and uncles chased her.
“I found some footage of Jason close to the Canadian border.”
Dick straightened. He knew his younger brother was alive thanks to the present he had sent Alfred.
“He had a kid with him.”
Dick turned toward Tim, surprised.
“What,” he asked.
“Yeah, the kid was four or five, maybe six, but I doubt it. Barbara and I found the footage a while ago, but I didn’t know how to bring it up. I haven’t found any more traces of them, but I think Jason crossed the border.”
Dick turned to Mar’i. Did she have a cousin?
Why was he feeling betrayed when he had kept Mar’i away from Jason?
“Give me a moment,” Dick said, walking away from Tim. He took out a phone and called Roy. He was surprised the man had picked up.
“What do you want, Grayson?”
“Does Jason have a kid,” he asked without preamble. He wanted to catch the other man off guard. A surprised person was most likely to tell the truth.
“I have no idea what you mean, Grayson.”
“Listen, if Jason has a kid with him, we deserve to know.”
“You don’t deserve to know shit about Jason. You guys abandoned him. How about you leave the man alone, and you and your whole family get therapy? I hear Dinah has some openings.”
Roy hung up, and Dick still hadn’t gotten his answer. How was Bruce going to take this? Should they even tell him without more evidence? What if Jason had a kid and left because he didn’t want the family around his child?
Mar’i’s laughter seemed to haunt him.
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Danny pouted as Jason took pictures of him. He looked so cute with his little backbag.
“Daddy, are you done yet,” Danny whined.
“Almost, kiddo, just one more picture, please?”
It wasn’t fair for daddies to have puppy eyes.
It was Danny’s first day at school, and his dad was going overboard with the first-day pictures. Jazz couldn’t help but smile.
“We’re gonna be late,” Danny said. He didn’t care about being on time but wanted the torture to stop.
His dad had enrolled him in a school for gifted children. He would be taught in French and English. Danny knew he would hate it. Well, he would only have to deal with it for one semester, and then he could bow out of preschool.
Daddy drove him to school.
He suddenly felt nervous when he saw the building and all the kids entering.
“It’ll be fine, chum,” Jason told his son. He felt his little boy’s anxiety. “Do you want me to walk you to your classroom?”
Danny nodded. He took his daddy’s hand, and they walked into the building. Jason introduced himself to the teacher. She seemed nice.
“Okay, kiddo, you’re gonna be brave, right?”
Danny nodded. He had never been away from his dad. What if something bad happened?
“It’ll be fine, darling boy.”
His dad hugged him, “Now, go and have fun.”
Danny let go of his dad. He looked back one last time before entering the classroom. It was colorful. The five-year-old in him liked all the colors and toys. The sixteen-year-old in him cringed away from the noise. It was tough being two ages at once.
Danny sat by a girl with glasses and blonde hair.
“Bonjour, je m’appelle Sarah. Comment t’appelles-tu?”
“Sorry, I don’t speak French,” Danny said.
“Hi, I’m Sarah. What’s your name?”
“Danny,” he said. The girl smiled at him, showing that she had missing teeth. Oh, Ancients, were his teeth going to start falling out soon?
“Nice to meet you, Danny.”
Danny took a deep breath. If he would be here for the next few months, he might as well make a friend so he wouldn’t be lonely.
Danny smiled at the girl, “Nice to meet you, too.”
“Okay, class, let’s get to know each other,” the teacher suddenly said.
Danny sighed; it was going to be a long day.
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Jason sighed.
It was going to be a long day. He didn’t know how dependent he had gotten on taking care of Danny.
Now that his little boy was gone, he didn’t know what to do with himself. He went back home and spent the day with Ellie.
He kept the phone close in case the school called.
He never imagined how long the day would be without Danny around. Is this what every parent had to deal with when their child went to school?
He knew school was good for Danny. It would help entertain him, and it would be easier to make friends. But, God, he was missing his little boy!
Ellie giggled at him as she threw her baby food on his face.
“Now, Ellie, we don’t waste food.”
The little girl gave a toothy grin. Jason couldn’t help but smile back.
“Maybe you should go out on a walk,” Jazz came and said suddenly.
“What, why?” He got another spoonful of baby food, and Ellie gladly bit into it. Her little teeth left marks on the spoon.
“You need to learn to deal with Danny being away. Maybe find a hobby to do. You’re not going to feel better staying indoors.”
“I’m fine,” Jason said. Ellie had finished her food.
Jazz rolled her eyes and took Ellie with her. Great, now what should he do?
He went outside and sat on the porch. Suddenly, the phone rang.
Jason picked it up before the second ring sounded.
“Hello,” he said, feeling scared. What if something had happened to Danny?
“Hey, Jay, it’s me.”
Jason felt himself relax at Roy’s voice.
“Hey, Roy, how you been?”
“Good, good,” Roy’s voice trailed off.
“Is something wrong? Is Lian okay?”
“Yeah, Lian is good. How are the kids?”
“Great, Danny started his first day of school today.”
“Oh, ouch, I remember Lian’s first day in preschool. It was tough.”
“I have a feeling you called for something,” Jason said after a moment of silence.
“Dick called me earlier,” Jason tensed again, “He asked me if you had a kid. I didn’t tell him anything.”
Jason sucked in a breath. Dick knew, which meant that Bruce would know soon. Would he have to move again? He didn’t want to lose his son!
Jazz came out with Ellie in her arms, frowning, “What’s wrong?”
“Do they know where I’m at?”
“From what I can tell, no. Look, I don’t think you should worry, but I had to tell you they knew about Danny.”
“Yeah, thanks, Roy. You’re a real one.”
“Take care, Jay. I’ll keep my ears to the ground.”
“What’s wrong,” Jazz asked. She sat by Jason; even Ellie looked concerned.
“My old family knows about Danny. What if they come and take him away from me?”
Jazz put her hand on Jason’s, “Hey, look at me. Neither Danny nor I will allow anyone to break up this little family. Besides, Raven has shielded us with spells; they won’t find us. And if they do, we’ll kick their butts.”
“Thanks, Jazz.”
They sat in silence, each contemplating the future.
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Your mxm idea generator is back at it. hear me out, what if the reader was a homocide detective and all the overworking on a case and having to keep it to himself just gets to him, how would his mate react to finding him like that?😭 (zamn this is so specific i’m sorry💀) and as always love you and your works keep up the amazing work🫶
Long Nights
Pairing: Wolf x Reader
Word Count: 2175
Summary: This is your job, your livelihood. How else could you live your life without death and murder? This is all you pretty much know. So when you're beat tired from a long, long day, you head straight to bed. Wolf was gone. Somewhere in the universe. You were left to sleep countless nights in an empty, cold bed. But this was life. Nothing else would stop you from getting into that bed.
Author Note: Never apologize for these great ideas you send my way! I love all of them. This one was fun to write. Sort of gives me ideas to write an actually story about it. Do I have the time or energy? Probably not unfortunately.
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The first few days of a case are the most important. It’s crucial to collect all and any data possible to further along a case. As a homicide detective, you know this. Through and through. Yeah, you’ll still complain in the solitude of your office or back home. Nothing a cup of coffee or a can of Red Bull can’t fix to keep you up another few hours or so.
A yawn interrupted your thoughts and progress. Your head shook to clear any leftover of exhaustion still in your system. A heady can of Red Bull has helped you for the last hour, yet it seems to be wearing off so soon. Maybe, you needed another one. There was still a lot to do until you could go home and collapse for a couple of hours. Your eyes shifted over to the mini refrigerator in your office.
Or was this your sign? The countless hours, sweat, blood, and tears poured to find the murderer have worn you down. It was far beyond rubbed you raw and bloody at this point. You take a gander at the clock to find out what time it was. Big hand over the two while the small hand rested on top of the seven. Shit. It was morning. Not much light peeked through your closed blinds.
The streetlamps nearby didn’t have enough energy to fight its way into your office. Morning. How long have you been here? Had to be… at least… fourteen hours at the office alone? That didn’t account for the time you took to head over to the crime scene once more.
Yeah, there’s pictures of the night it happened. There’s something different about being there in person. Get a feel for the area, the surroundings. See what the murderer saw. Get an idea on how it was done. What he done to kill two average people in cold blood.
Take a moment. You leaned back in your uncomfortable office chair and filled your lungs with air. It was held on for a few seconds before it was released. Twenty-five days and counting. There has been little on revealing the killer. It was clearly planned well and executed down to the minute details. Not a trace of him has been found. Just the fact there were two bodies and stab wounds that littered them. It was clear it had been personal.
The killer had taken his time, was comfortable with his area, to kill these two people. Similar to the well known case of ‘The Nightstalker’. This murderer had sat down for a bite to eat at the dinning room table. It wasn’t a cantaloupe. Instead, a watermelon. Still, no fingerprints of sorts. You hoped to any one who would listen this wouldn’t become a serial killer case. You didn’t need another one of those. Not after Wolf had found you buried in your work.
Kind of like right now.
Wolf. Your heart panged at the thought of him. Away. Somewhere in the universe. Without you at his side. Someday though. You might grow the balls to join him out in there. Where it probably wasn’t safe for you. But not today. Or tomorrow
Twenty-six days. That’s when you last saw him. The day before this whole shit-show hit the fan. You woke up to find your phone buzzing off the night-stand with your commander’s name on the screen. Off you were. To work. More death and blood spilt. You groaned and leaked back in your chair. It bounced with the movement. Your brain screamed to finally get home, to go home and sleep till six o’clock. Wake up and come back here.
Without Wolf. Again. Fuck, you can’t do that. Not when you’re in this kind of state. You were going to cry yourself to sleep once more. Why did he have to leave without you? Go on to save the universe one infestation at a time. You didn’t even know if he was alive. There was no real way of knowing. He can’t give any true day of return. Somedays, it could be an overnight trip. Others, weeks.
This one is becoming weeks. Again. Without him to warm your side. Or wherever you pass out on top of him. You sighed, head leaned against the back of your chair. He’ll come back. He always does. Then, he can give you the support to continue this dreadful case.
Horrifying. A father and daughter erased from earth. Gone with just a bullet to each other their heads. But this killer had to make it fun. Like any other one. You rolled your neck, popping the joints that lined it. Another day in this messed up city. You should really leave with Wolf. Make off with him and live out the rest of your life out there. Together.
Your knees cracked as you put weight on them. A cringe passed over your features at the sound. Either you’re getting old, or that was a sign to move around more than a couple of bathroom breaks. None of matter though. You made the decision to find go home. Despite the fact you’ll be alone another night. You knew your body needed the sleep to continue this day. Sleep it was.
Everything from closing out of tabs, locking your room, and making your way out of the building was all a blur. There wasn’t a coherent thought between your eyes. Which lead you to make the horrible decision to drive home in this condition. Thankfully, the drive home wasn’t long. Just enough to make you complain along the way.
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A cool breeze washed over his hot scales as he stepped into the dark apartment. Dark, cold, and quiet. All the things he didn’t want to find. Worst of all, your scent – one he’s been craving since he left – was distant. You hadn’t been here in almost the cycle of your planet’s sun. Where have you gone? Where are you? Why have you been gone for so long?
It was unnatural to feel this way for his kind. That didn’t stop his heart from twisting in its cage. His hands didn’t shake like yours did though. Instead, his breath grew a hair shaky. One you had to listen for to know it was happening. He didn’t let it best him. He took more steps into the main living space and took note of the area.
Disarray. Blankets not folded. Plates of old food sitting on the table. A few clothes strewn across the place. It didn’t smell clean or well-orderly. What has happened to cause this?
Wolf, himself, wasn’t perfect by any means. But he understood what a clean station and living space meant for himself. A pristine work space offered him a greater outcome of his job. If everything was put back to where it needs to be, he can find it faster. He stared at the main living area with furrowed brows.
His hands twitched at his sides. A whispered calling ordered him to pick up. Something nice for you until you came back. You would come back to a clean home. Then he question what has occurred while he was gone to remedy it.
As the Yautja reached for the first unfolded item to clean, a jungle of keys had him stopping. From the many times he’s been here, at your apartment, he’s learned the cues, the sounds of the apartment. Most of the people here have a set schedule of work. Not you though. He’s been awoken to your phone ringing to either an alarm or work calling you in the middle of night.
First that happened, he smashed the device. It had disturbed both of your sleep. When you start to yell at him out of frustration and exhaustion from only three hours of sleep, he learned not to do that. You needed that device to function at your job. Like his own weapons to kill.
He perked his head up, tresses swaying as he listened. Heavy, uncoordinated footsteps slugged their way over to your door. It didn’t sound like you. He activated his cloak and waited in the middle of your living room.
The keys smacked against the metal doorknob. The one key you needed to get into the hole wasn’t working. Each try, it scrapped against the golden doorknob. Without fail, it didn’t go in. You made a soft, frustrated cry and rested your forehead heavily against the front door. All you wanted was you bed. Though, lonely, it would be better than that damn chair at work. How anyone thinks those are comfortable… Fucking crazy.
That sound. Then, your smell waft into the room. Fresh but… something was wrong.
Immediately, Wolf dropped his cloak and marched over to the door. Within two long strides, the door finally opened to reveal… you? Similar to the state of your apartment, yourself wasn’t well kept up. Hair, greasy and a mess in the low light coming from the hallway. Your clothes were wrinkly and smelled heavily of you. Like you wore them to bed and rolled out looking like that.
You trudged inside, lanyard tossed haphazardly to side. They crashed loudly on the counter, momentarily hurting his hearing. Wolf flinched before shaking his head. He waited, slightly to the side for you to react. He had been gone for longer than he wished.
Nothing. Your feet dragged across the hardwood floor. Each slide created a horrible squeaking noise that usually would have you scrunching your nose. Except, your face was blank. Eyes vacant. Dark patches of skin hung below them. He’s seen this before on you. It was rare, thankfully. But he knew what was happening.
He softly trilled at you, as not to startle you. Yet, you kept moving. Slowly but surely enough, you make it past the threshold of your bedroom. The apartment door left wide open. First, he closed it and locked it. Then, Wolf followed quietly behind you, calling your name.
Each time you didn’t react, he said it louder and louder and louder. To the point, your neighbors could hear him. You finally stopped and blinked slowly. Those lifeless eyes of yours met his. He watched a drop of recognition rolled through you. It wasn’t heavy or thorough by the looks of it. You just smacked your lips together and made a popping noise with them. “Huh. Oh, hey,” you greeted, voice gravelly and dry.
For the first time, Wolf didn’t know what to do. All he could do was watch as you collapse face first into the bed. The heavy, long sigh that escaped your body had him moving towards you. His own sigh breathed into the air as well.
In the dark of your room, the Yautja slowly flipped you onto your back. You would be thanking him later. Next, the thick boots that covered your feet were pulled off. They were gently placed next to the bedroom door. After that, came your dirty clothing. Those were tugged off of your body and thrown into your hamper. He took note of how full it was becoming. A project he’ll take on later when he knows you’re taken care of.
In one of your jean pockets, Wolf pulled out your phone. The bright light hurt his eyes in the dark room. He was quick to turn it off before it come make any noise. Wolf could survive you yelling at him for turning it off the next time you woke. For now, he’ll ensure you get sometime to yourself, away from that job of yours.
Don’t get him wrong. He’s highly proud of you and what you do among your kind. Slightly similar to what he does for the Yautjas. Yet, when he sees what it does to you. It pushes you past the limits of the ooman body. It doesn’t even seem like you care that it does either. A good hunter knows his limits, what he can and can’t do. That’s why his last hunt took a bit longer to complete. Or else he wouldn’t be here right now.
Some days, he truly wanted to pick you up from this damn planet and take you far away; show you what the universe has to offer for even a ooman like yourself. Then, maybe you’ll join him at his side. He would give you anything you wanted to have you stay.
Wolf scooped you up from the bed and crawled on top of sheets. With a skill that only a Yautja could harness, he used his foot to scoot underneath the blankets. Your body was carefully placed upon his torso, chest to chest with him. Your face buried into the crook of his neck, as if hiding away from something. Wolf let an arm drape over your back, fully securing you to him.
You melted into his body, lax and malleable. A gentle, rumbling purr began in his chest, vibrating across your skin. He was more than relieved to be back with you. More than you’ll ever know.
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Hi there
I know you said you don’t do requests and I suppose this isn’t technically a request but I’ve been wondering if you’d ever write something with Ivan Drago and a female reader who’s insecure about her body (this is kind of a self insert ngl). Like, how would he act? Would he constantly assure her that she’s pretty and would he pay special attention to certain parts of her body she doesn’t like during lovemaking? I’d personally love to read something like that but it’s totally up to you if you wanna write it.
Keep up the good work, love your stories btw ❤️
Omg hell yes! (Why didn't I think of this?) I'm insecure af so this is also self insert af on my part. Enjoy!
Headcanon/Preference # 32
Picture & Gif NOT mine.
Year posted - 2023
*So I've got this coworker that I get along with well. And he's a muscly guy that's into plus size women, and we've talked about that sorta stuff a lot. So I'm using his insight about why a guy like that, would be attracted to a bigger girl. He'll never see this but hey shout out to him. Also a real story might just come out of this in time, but for now enjoy these headcanons.
✨Ivan loves his plus size sweetheart~
🌹 When Ivan first met you he was immediately drawn to you like a magnet. He'd never seen a woman like you in Soviet Russia, and you looked like a pure goddess in his eyes.
🌹 When he finally got the chance to touch you for the first time. He was instantly smitten, your so soft and squeezable. He's not used to that, and he's finding that he's obsessed with the contrast.
🌹 Once you're together Ivan will spend hours worshipping you from head to toe. Every single inch of you is paradise to him. But his favorite part? Your soft tummy.
🌹 There's just something beautiful about your soft plump belly. It's his favorite thing to caress and kiss, and often times his favorite place to lay his head. And one day he hopes he'll get to see it swell more with his child.
🌹 On a bad day when you were feeling particularly down about your pudgy body, Ivan took the time to explain to you why he loves your supple body so much.
🌹 Everything in his life until now has been hard and rough, from his work, to his home life, his environment, and so forth. Finding you was like an oasis to him.
🌹 When you try comparing yourself to his ex-wife, he immediately stops you. Making you chuckle by telling you she was like a skeleton, and nowhere near as cozy and lovable as you are.
🌹 During intimacy Ivan shows you what love making really means, his words of praise, his adoring touch that leaves fire in its wake, and his hunger to show you just how much he wants you makes you dizzy.
🌹 If anyone says anything bad about you while Ivan is around, odds are he'll kick there ass, or at the very least he'll berate them. Ultimately making them apologize no matter what tactic he uses.
🌹 If he's not around, and only learns about it when you break down and tell him about it. He's pulling you into his arms and assuring you that they don't know a single thing about what their missing with someone as amazing as you. (Making a mental note to scare the shit out of them next time he sees them.)
🌹 You got stretch marks? Ivan will trace them idly, and commit them all to memory, mapping out the span of them as if it were vital.
🌹 Got cellulite? He'll caress every inch, nuzzle into it, and all around worship it. Explaining that it makes you more you, and that much more beautiful.
🌹 Not a big fan of how pudgy your face is? Ivan is cupping your cheeks. Looking into your eyes with so much love, as he tells you how cute your chubby cheeks are. And to him you are still small, as his hands can easily cup your cheeks.
🌹 Got big boobs? He fucking adores them, he adores you! There big and round and soft, the perfect place to lay his head at night when you cuddle. Plus there fun to play with not gonna lie. (and not just sexually, but that's a plus too.)
🌹 Not a fan of the size or shape of your butt? Are you kidding? Ivan is obsessed with smacking your ass every single chance he gets, doesn't matter who's around or where you are!
🌹 Worried you'll never fit in his shirts? Haha that's funny! Ivan is huge, you'll fit in his shirts just fine. Maybe not swimming in it, but it'll fit comfortably.
🌹 Ivan grows obsessed with making sure you're well fed, and simply watching you eat. It makes him feel like he is providing for you well, and that makes him very happy. (Plus you look adorable when you do a happy little food dance.)
🌹 Once he convinced you to sit on his face, though you had agreed anxiously, you still refused to actually sit down, and instead hovered over him. That wasn't gonna fly, so Ivan pulled you flush against his face, and gave you the best head you've ever experienced in your life.
🌹 Anytime you act as if you'll crush him, maybe saying he'll strain or hurt himself picking you up. He'll prove you wrong again and again, when he just hoists you up as if you weighed nothing. If anything he takes those worries as a challenge, and he'll never fail in proving you wrong.
🌹 The first time you wore a sexy lace piece for him, he was practically drooling. Needless to say the lace was ruined in his nearly feral haste to have you. But he happily bought you more, a lot more.
🌹 Within a year of being with Ivan, and him chipping away at your insecurities. You become the confident goddess you were meant to be! And he's so fucking proud of you, he's always showing you off, and praising you.
🌹 Ivan doesn't want you to change for anyone, not even him. He loves you just the way you are, it's what drew him to you in the first place. And he's beyond honored for not only getting to love you, but to show you just how sexy you truly are.
Buy me a coffee sometime? ☕️
(Click the coffee for my Kofi link, IT'S NOT NECESSARY BTW.)
*Hope this was satisfactory!
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Hi it’s me again lol!!! I thought about a new (and the last one cause I feel like I’m bothering u ooff)
When reader meets for the first time Jo’s cat MINT <3
Like jo suggested that after school the reader will come to his house for the first time to meet his cat!!!!!! And also mb his mom and older brother (?) he never talked about his dad before so like I don’t know about him lol.
Anyways I thought it will be cute hehe
If u not familiar with Jo’s cat here’s a link to one of his pics!! https://twitter.com/n1chochill/status/1535097430273925129?s=46
Fun fact!!:) Apparently mint is with Jo since Jo was 6 years old!! ^_^
Also I hope I’m not annoying u too much haha:) have a nice day
WHISKERS AND WHISPERS ┊ asakura jo
PAIRING ┊ non-idol!jo x f!reader
GENRE ┊ fluff , high school au
WC ┊945
WARNINGS ┊ jo gets jealous (? idk im bad with warnings) , jo and reader kiss shockers?! , awkward dialogues (plz im trying.) , not proof-read, lowercase intended (like always)
SYNOPSIS ┊ you and jo have been dating for almost a year, and one day after school, jo invites you to his house for the first time to meet his beloved cat, mint. however, mint ends up stealing your attention, leaving jo feeling a little jealous. because of this, jo goes to great awkward lengths to regain your focus and prove that he's just as captivating as his cat.
A/N ┊ this request is so cuteee, i did not know jo had a cat until i saw this req 😭 so when i tell you how i literally ran to twt after i was done reading it LMFAOO (and youre not bothering me at all btw!! keep sending more requests if you have some in mind ^_^) also i wasnt sure if jo’s cat was a girl or a boy so my apologies T_T
as the school bell rang, signaling the end of another day, jo’s heart raced in anticipation. today was the day he had mustered up the courage to invite you over to his house for the first time. the thought of introducing you to his beloved cat, mint, filled him with both excitement and nervousness.
jo approached you with a shy smile. "hey, would you like to come over to my place? I want you to meet someone very special."
intrigued by his invitation, your curiosity got the better of you, and you eagerly agreed. holding hands, you walked side by side towards jo’s house, a trace of excitement lingering in your hearts.
upon arrival, the door swung open to reveal jo’s older brother, who greeted you warmly. nervously scratching the back of his head, jo's shy voice introduced you to the family. "this is my brother. he’s the one who took all the embarrassing childhood pictures."
your laughter mingled with his, and you shared a knowing glance as jo’s brother playfully warned you to be prepared for an onslaught of embarrassing stories.
the living room radiated with warmth, and the air buzzed with anticipation as curiosity sparked within you. you followed jo's lead towards a cozy corner, where a sleek gray feline rested regally on a plush cushion.
jo’s eyes shone with a mixture of pride and adoration as he introduced mint, the feline companion who had captured his heart long before you had. "this is mint. she’s a little shy, but she’ll warm up to you soon."
you extended your hand gingerly, allowing mint to approach at their own pace. with silent grace, the cat circled you, their entrancing gaze connecting with yours, as if evaluating the new presence in their domain.
lost in the cat’s captivating presence, your attention became enraptured by mint’s charm. jo, couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy as the focus seemed to momentarily shift away from him.
with playful sarcasm laced in his voice, jo interjected, "oh, you know, i’m just glad that mint’s giving you the attention i strive so hard to get."
your eyes met his, a mischievous grin on your lips. "sorry, jo, looks like I'm falling for your cat instead."
jo’s determined resolve kicked in, and he decided to take matters into his own hands. he orchestrated a series of "accidental" encounters, positioning himself in moments he hoped would divert your gaze from mint.
he stumbled over furniture, intent on capturing your attention, but the intended result only brought forth laughter and more endearing moments. in his pursuit of proving his captivating qualities, jo managed to embody both clumsiness and charm.
finally, jo grasped a toy in his hand, waving it subtly to inspire a playful response from mint. the cat's focus shifted towards jo, their playful antics captivating your gaze once more.
with an exaggerated pout, jo sighed dramatically. "looks like it's still mint who has your heart."
unable to resist his adorable jealousy, you closed the distance between you, your touch light against Jo's arm. "oh, jo, you have my heart. but mint definitely has a way of stealing the spotlight."
the atmosphere shimmered with warmth as jo’s tender eyes met your own. in that moment, you understood that beyond the quirks and the jealousies, what truly mattered was the unspoken connection shared between two hearts.
mint had woven a tapestry of affection, further intertwining the love that already flourished between you and jo. in their presence, you had come to appreciate the qualities that made jo so uniquely lovable.
now, you’re sitting on jo’s porch, you glanced at your phone, waiting for your mom to arrive and take you home, while jo rambled on about how he wasn’t “jealous over his cat”.
his words spilling out clumsily in an attempt to convince both himself and you that he wasn't the slightest bit jealous of mint stealing your attention. "oh, no, not at all, y/n. i’m perfectly fine being an afterthought compared to your relationship with my cat. i mean, who needs affection when mint is in the room, right?"
you couldn't help but smile, seeing through jo’s words. with a mischievous glint in your eyes, you placed a finger gently on his lips, effectively silencing his rambling. before he could protest, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his, capturing his surprise.
when you pulled back, you chuckled, intertwining your fingers with his. "oh my god, jo, you don't have to pretend you're not jealous. It's okay to feel that way. but trust me when i say that you have nothing to worry about. i love you for your awkwardness, your sweet nature, and yes, even your adorable bouts of jealousy. it’s all part of what makes you, well, you."
jo’s eyes softened, the tension leaving his board shoulders. a mix of relief and vulnerability reflected in his gaze. "thank you, y/n, i’m just glad to have you by my side, even if there's a cat stealing all the attention."
you smiled, squeezing his hand gently. "remember, jo, my heart belongs to you. no matter how fascinating mint may be, it's you who captivates me the most."
in that moment, the weight of jo’s worries melted away. the warmth of your love embraced him, and he found solace in knowing that he was enough, even with a charming gray feline lurking around.
#&team#&team x reader#&team scenarios#asakura jo#asakura jo x reader#asakura jo fluff#asakura jo smut#&team jo#&team jo x reader#&team jo fluff#&team jo smut#jonillaa
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WTD Drabble - Troy x Saeed
For @moodmusicmonday’s Luck of the Draw. My draw was Because You Loved Me by Celine Dion.
Warnings & A/N: Didn’t got too literal with this song prompt but love the idea that my Saeed would find stupid and not so stupid things for Troy when out scouting because gift giving is his love language and he would definitely want to do this because Troy surprisingly chooses to love him each and every day. Anyway, I’ve not finished WTD yet as I just picked it up again and I’m only on chapter six, so forgive any errors in canon compliance.
He looked out over the gardens, thriving in the late summer light, and counted the garden gnomes that dotted the rows of vegetables. Silly little things that brought a smile to his face each time he discovered a new one.
It had been a joke between them at first. Saeed asking Troy about them when he saw a faded and torn ad for them in an old gardening magazine. And Troy telling a story with a fond smile on his face about his neighbor maybe having some from back before. Slowly, week by week, and month by month Saeed found new ones to joined the ranks among their garden at Olympus.
Anything to see you smile, Saeed had said to Troy.
He glanced at the book in his hands, flipping it over and chuckling at the cover. A cheesy sci-fi series that was missing books two and five with the most gaudy cover on it that looked little like what the pages contained, but that he enjoyed nevertheless.
Book one had been his father’s from before the end of the world. It was the only thing he had of his family any longer. Books three, four, six, and seven were lined up in the bookshelves of their bedroom.
A fond chuckle escaped him as he thought about the little inscription Saeed had placed in each and everyone them upon giving them to Troy.
Anything to see you smile, Saeed had said.
So many little gifts that meant so much to Troy. If they talked about something from back then, Saeed made sure to find it or at least have one of the other scavenger teams keep a look out for it.
Hand held video games that didn’t work anymore, and he would never be able to play but in his imagination as he mimicked what he had read they sounded like. A fun game of make believe. Fashion magazines that meant little to him, but whose glossy pictures of people in absurd clothing and ridiculous looking hair and makeup in the most unnatural of colors, fascinated him. Comic books, crosswords, word searches that once would have been used to pass the time on road trips now found their place in a large basket in the corner of their room for this lazy rainy nights spent before the fire.
What must the world have been like back then? they would always ask each other and imagine.
Rather dull without your smile, Saeed always concluded.
The sun dipped below the tree line as he looked out at the perimeter patrols, barely visible in the growing dark.
They should have been back by now, he worried the corner of his lip. His mind wandered to places he knew he shouldn’t let it. But the past always seems to come haunt you in those moments of weakness. He didn’t understand why Saeed was insisting on going along on more of those scavenger excursions and that too worried him.
He shook his head free of those nightmares and climbed into bed with his book, reading until the light faded along with the words.
It was later than they had planned on returning but the chance for those farm tools had been worth the risk, Saeed sighed as he entered the still room.
He took the book from Troy’s hands and set it on the nightstand and pulling another two from his pack, placed them atop his father’s copy. He climbed into their bed, lying on his side, head resting on his arm, as close as he could get without jostling Troy so he could watch him sleeping.
Softly he caressed one of his exposed shoulders, tracing random curves on Troy’s skin in a gentle attempt to let him know he was back.
“You’re late,” Troy mumbled.
“Yeah,” Saeed smiled. “Took a bit of a detour on the way back from the city, but it was worth it.”
Troy opened his eyes.
“And before you ask, yes, everyone is safe and sound back here.”
“Good,” Troy replied with a yawn. “What was so important?”
“Farm equipment we can put to use. Some spare parts. Good stuff. Now go back to sleep,” he whispered and placed a soft kiss to Troy’s head.
“Did you get everything we needed from the city?”
It had been a dangerous trip venturing into territory that was as infested as cities tended to be, but the supply list was desperately needed.
“Yeah, we did. Even got a surprise for you too,” Saeed grinned.
“You need to stop risking that,” Troy scolded but smiled at the possibilities.
“Never!” Saeed scoffed. “It’s worth it to see you smile.”
“Don’t be stupid. My smile isn’t that great,” Troy said and flashed him a devastatingly perfect smile.
“Don’t give me that. You know exactly what that smile does to me. And you know I can’t actually see you smiling right now, right?” Saeed laughed.
“Ah but I know you are remembering just how perfect a smile it is,” Troy said and Saeed could hear the pleased smirk.
“Go to sleep.”
“Only if you give me a kiss,” Troy said.
After fumbling and laughing in their blind attempts to find the others lips, they settled into each others arms. Saeed listening to Troy’s even breaths as he feel back to sleep.
“There’s nothing I wouldn’t risk for you,” he whispered.
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All Choices Tag: @storyofmychoices @peonierose @aallotarenunelma @inlocusmads
#choices wtd#troy hassan#troy x saeed#mmm luck of the draw#i like to live dangerously and so do not edit please forgive any mistakes#also so this is late my life is a hectic crazy mess right now and this is beyond hasty thing i did in between doc appts with my pop#so anyway it’s done it’s here it’s posted but don’t read to closely 😬#my drabble#my oc: saeed mendis
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THIRTEEN DAYS OF CHRISTMAS
Not sure what to do with yourself during these strange few days between Christmas and New Year's? Are you a fan of Next Gen Harry Potter fanfic?
Relive the holiday spirit with thirteen days' worth of fun, festive Next Gen goodness — seasonal one-shots for each of the thirteen Weasley-Potter grandkids (including Teddy, of course). All chapters feature artwork by the lovely, talented @thecatisdrawing. 🎄 ❄️ ❤️
READ ON AO3.
⬇️ Chapter Breakdown Below the Cut ⬇️
Day 1: Victoire
Genre: Romance/Family
Song Prompt: Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas
Snippet: Victoire turned to smile down at her own mug of cocoa. It was bright yellow and ceramic, clearly homemade, uneven and chipped in a few places—one of the mugs Teddy had nicked from his grandmother's kitchen, when he and Victoire had first moved to Islington all those years ago. Painted untidily across the surface, in purple capital letters, was the word 'DORA.'
For a long moment, she gazed down at the mug, gently tracing her fingers over the messy handwriting. She could picture it vividly—a little girl with bright purple hair, perhaps as small as Isaac, her face scrunched up in concentration as she smeared letters on clay with a too-big paintbrush. Victoire pressed her lips together against the lump that emerged in her throat. She knew, in her mind, that they had lived—she had seen the photos, the Order of Merlin medals, the gravestone in Hogsmeade, and she'd heard the nostalgic stories from her parents, aunts, and uncles—but to Victoire, they had always felt most real when she tried to picture the mundane parts of their lives. The life they could have lived.
It probably would have been a lot like hers.
Day 2: James Sirius
Genre: Romance
Song Prompt: Cold December Night
Snippet: "I've got a date."
Somehow, that got her attention. She didn't look up from her report, but she briefly stilled, her quill pausing over her parchment.
"My cousin Louis sorted it," James continued in a rush, eager to capitalize on the short moment of her awareness he'd snagged. "His wife heard I was single again for the holidays and took pity on me. She's set me up with one of her old school friends from Beauxbat—"
"I should send this poor girl a letter," Alice cut in sardonically. "Warn her what she's gotten herself into."
He waggled his eyebrows at her. "You're just jealous you won't have me here in the office all month."
"You know, I am jealous. Jealous that she hasn't met you yet."
Day 3: Dominique
Genre: Romance/Family
Song Prompt: What Are You Doing New Year's Eve?
Snippet: She swallowed, averting her gaze from Victoire's. Inexplicably, her thoughts drifted to Malcolm—to his easy smiles at press conferences, his teasing winks and his large hands ruffling her sweaty hair after matches, his friendly nods as he bought her and her teammates drinks at after-parties. She thought of the way her stomach erupted in knots every time he caught her eye, of the white-hot pulsing in her gut when he laughed at her sarcastic jokes—and she thought about how he never seemed to experience even an ounce of the upheaval that overwhelmed her when they were together. Not once had his relaxed grin faltered.
"I just…it's not like that, Vic," Dominique said finally, despising how small her voice sounded. "It's never been anything but bloke-y between us—I mean, for fuck's sake, he asked me to help him find a birthday present for that Ballycastle Beater he was dating last year," she added witheringly.
"He was dating a Ballycastle Beater?" Victoire asked with interest. "Ooh, was it that one Aunt Angelina always complains about—Violet? No, Vivi—"
"Vic! Focus!"
Day 4: Roxanne
Genre: Romance
Song Prompt: All I Want for Christmas Is You
Snippet: "I just don't know why…you want to marry me," she said at last; the words left an odd taste in her mouth, and Roxanne realized, faintly, that it was the first time she'd said them aloud. She clenched her jaw to keep her tone steady. "I don't understand why you want to sacrifice all these things that—that you probably never imagined a relationship without—all these things that, if you'd had drinks with a different girl in Hogsmeade…you'd probably have by now."
Henry's eyes were wide. "Roxanne, I don't—I have never once—"
"If you'd gone to Hogsmeade with Cecilia Hyslop, you might already be married! You might be buying a house in Maida Vale and having twins in three months!" she cried, her voice cracking. "Why can't you just admit it?"
"Because I don't imagine my life with Cecilia Hyslop!" Henry said loudly. "I never fucking have!"
They were both breathing hard. They looked at each other a second longer; then, in unison, they lunged forward and kissed fiercely.
Day 5: Albus Severus
Genre: Romance/Family
Song Prompt: (There's No Place Like) Home for the Holidays
Snippet: "My parents might never forgive me if I take your dad's name," he said dryly, glancing past Emily at Zacharias's table. "Difficult as I've made things on Dad over the years, I think I'll draw the line at that."
Emily pressed her lips together against her amusement. "Fair enough."
Albus shook his head, tangling his fingers in Emily's long, dark hair. For a few moments, they sat in contented silence, and he found himself basking, as he always did, in the quiet ease. Everything with Emily had been like that, from the beginning, uncomplicated in a way nothing else had ever felt to him.
Dad had told him once, during one of their Mind Healing sessions, that things had felt like that with Mum, too, back when they were at Hogwarts together. After all the times in his moody teenage years that Albus had wished he could be less like his father, he was nothing but grateful now that this was something they shared.
Day 6: Molly II
Genre: Romance
Song Prompt: Last Christmas
Snippet: The shop assistant smiled bemusedly, but he leaned down and heaved the enormous gramophone into his arms again. "Will you be wanting some music as well?"
"No need," Molly said quickly, walking behind him to the clerk's counter. "I'm sure my aunt has something I can borrow for Christmas. But, er—thanks—" she glanced at his name tag, "—Desmond." Frowning thoughtfully, she cocked her head to the side. "Irish name, isn't it?"
Desmond set the gramophone down on the counter. "Dunno," he shrugged. "Cardiff, born and raised." As he said it, the lilt in his accent became more pronounced. "My mam just liked the name—from that beetles song."
Beetles song…Molly stared at Desmond, her mind so blank that she couldn't have rubbed two thoughts together if she tried.
Fuck. If this was an official work call, she would have been out a job before Christmas.
Day 7: Lucy
Genre: Romance/Family/Friendship
Song Prompt: Please Come Home for Christmas
Snippet: "Three years…" Lucy crossed her arms. "It doesn't seem like much now," she said quietly, "but what if he gets—bored?"
Molly frowned. "Has he given you that impression?"
"Well, no, but—"
"Has it seemed like he's looking elsewhere? Keeping his options open?" Molly asked, sounding angry.
"What? No—!"
"Has he been acting shifty? Working late? Throwing out his post? Cutting his hair differently?"
"No—fucking hell, Mol! Of course not…" Lucy trailed off, eyeing Molly with disbelief. "How the hell do you know so much about it?"
Molly snorted, but Lucy thought she saw her sister's expression shutter for a brief second. "I read too many of Mum's sappy Enchanted Encounters novels when I was a teenager—those books always expected you to be shocked the protagonist was about to uncover a shitty boyfriend in the second chapter instead of a surprise proposal."
Day 8: Lily Luna
Genre: Romance/Family
Song Prompt: Angels Among Us
Snippet: Lily took her husband's hand and together, they made their way into the cottage's cozy sitting room, where Dad had already lit a fire in the fireplace and was now settling into his armchair. Heart racing a little, Lily took a seat on the sofa opposite her father. She felt Jax squeeze her fingers.
"So," Dad smiled across the coffee table at her. "To what do we owe the pleasure?"
"Well…" Lily said slowly, exchanging a half-glance with Jax. "We have some news."
"News?"
Lily jumped.
Mum had appeared in the sitting room doorway, and there was an expression of mingled hope and fear on her freckled face that was painfully familiar—it was an expression that Lily too had worn, off and on, for the past two years.
Day 9: Hugo
Genre: Romance
Song Prompt: Blue Christmas
Snippet: "They're all happy and coupled up," Hugo continued bitterly, swilling his drink in his glass. "They don't need me ruining the vibe."
"Hmm," Edgar said slowly. "You know, you sound like a bit of an idiot."
It took a few moments for the words, spoken so plainly, to permeate the hazy curtain of firewhisky around Hugo's brain. At last, he spluttered, sitting upright and gaping at the barman. "Excuse me?"
Edgar was unfazed. Bracing his tattooed arms on the counter, he leaned across the bar toward Hugo. "I bet your family would love to have you, even with all your whinging. Any of 'em reach out?"
Hugo felt his ears burn with heat, and he glowered at the man, opening his mouth angrily—but no words came out. Oh, they had reached out. Of course they had—one could expect nothing less from his enormous, noisy, nosy family. His mum, Rose, and Lily wrote every day, and Roxy and Henry had started popping by his office in Diagon Alley during lunch, as though they could irritate him into coming to their place for Christmas.
Day 10: Freddie
Genre: Friendship/Family
Song Prompt: Happy Xmas (War Is Over)
Snippet: Every year, for as long as he could remember, Freddie Weasley had spent the evening of the twenty-third of December at Oliver and Katie Wood's cozy cottage in Inverness. His parents called it the annual reunion of the best Gryffindor Quidditch team ever. Freddie preferred to call it an excuse for his parents and their friends to unblushingly work their way through twelve bottles of wine.
Every year, the little gathering played out in exactly the same way. Dad and Lee would start the evening off by testing a new joke shop product on someone—usually Uncle Harry. ("Don't worry, Harry, it won't kill you," Dad would say. "And even if it did, you'd just come back," Lee would add.)
It would take four glasses of wine, precisely, to reduce Mum, Alicia, Katie, and Auntie Ginny to a group of gossipy schoolgirls. The four women would spend the rest of the night giggling furiously whenever their husbands so much as looked their way.
And every, single year, at some point during the night—usually the halfway point, once he'd imbibed enough alcohol—Oliver became very emotional over his last Quidditch match at Hogwarts. He'd spend at least fifteen minutes sobbing into Uncle Harry's collar.
Day 11: Louis
Genre: Romance
Song Prompt: Noël à Paris
Snippet: "Vairy funny," she muttered, a small flush rising up her cheekbones as she brushed a curl of sweaty red hair back from his forehead. "You 'ave a fever—I do not know if you should see your family tonight."
"I'm not," he whispered gruffly. His eyes fluttered at the feel of her fingers stroking gently through his hair. "My parents and sisters are in Marseilles for Réveillon."
"You did not go with zem?"
"I'm on deadline."
"Why not your grandparents' 'ouse in England, zen?"
"I'm on deadline," he repeated.
"Zat is starting to sound like an excuse."
"It sounds better than 'I'm pining alone because the girl I fancy has ignored half a dozen of my letters,' doesn't it?"
Day 12: Rose
Genre: Romance/Family
Song Prompt: I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus
Snippet: "Hey," Rose said quietly, reaching out and taking his hand. "Where's this coming from? We're hardly ancient, Scorpius—we're wizards. We've got decades ahead of us."
Scorpius's jaw clenched. Rose peered at him closely, pressing her lips together against the sudden tightness in her throat.
They did not speak often of his mother. Her untimely death had devastated Scorpius—and his father—so thoroughly that Rose could not bear the pain it caused him to remember the many things he had loved about her. Albus had met her a few times, had been there for Scorpius in the very worst days of their third year, but Rose had learned of Astoria mostly in bits and bobs, in odds and ends of old, fond memories—and it had become clear to her, over the years, that the joyful, persistent, fiercely loving man she'd married was every bit Astoria's son.
She was certain that Astoria had loved Christmas, too. That she had roused her grouchy husband in the middle of the night to help her wrap presents for their son. That she had dreamed of many Christmases she'd never made it to.
That Malfoy Manor had become a much quieter place in her absence.
Day 13: Teddy
Genre: Romance
Song Prompt: This Christmas
Snippet: It took Teddy a good five minutes to realize that the pounding racket in his head was not, in fact, his brain attempting to escape his skull. Rather, it was coming from outside the comfort and security of his closed eyeballs—from the front door of his flat, to be exact. By the time he had come to his senses enough to recognize the sound for what it was, his best friend Travis had begun adding to the din by banging on the wall that separated Teddy's bedroom from their flat's shared bathroom.
"Get the bloody door, Lupin, or I'll bring my hangover into your room!"
Normally, Teddy might have argued. But after seven years of friendship, Teddy knew not to take Travis's threats—or nausea-filled hangovers—lightly. With a long, loud groan, Teddy slowly dragged himself out of his quilts and began staggering down the flat's dark hallway, grumbling under his breath all the while.
"Fucking hell…Boxing Day…some of us like a lie-in…"
Running a hand through his disheveled green hair, Teddy pulled open the front door. His jaw dropped.
"Vic?" he gasped. "I—I thought you were in France!"
#hp fanfic#harry potter next generation#harry potter next gen#hp next gen fanfic#holiday fic#christmas fic
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The Obey Me! Characters, MC, and the 2022 Planetary Alignment
A/N: Hey guys! Here's another OM! hc that I made featuring the 2022 planetary alignment that happened earlier. Only this time, all of the characters are included. Because this hc will get too long, I will divide it into three parts. Oh boy, I'm still stoked about the rare astronomical event that just happened today. My astronomy-loving heart is jumping with joy! Aaaaa!
So I hope you will find this hc enjoyable as I do.
Summary: Astrophile and Astrophotographer MC witnesses the rare planetary alignment with their favorite OM! character.
Genre: Fluff w/ a tinge of crack
Warning: This hc is a self-indulgent fictional work. I'll be using June 24 as the date of the alignment because today is June 24 here.
MASTERLIST
Part Two: The Royals
Part Three: Purgatory Hall Crew
The Brothers:
Lucifer
June 24. The date is circled in his calendar. The reason why? Because of the planetary alignment, of course. Now, Lucifer's not the type of guy who would cancel all of his work just to witness an astronomical phenomenon in the human world. Then, why did he cancel all of his plans? Well, long story short, when you asked him to join you in the human world to observe it and saw your enthusiasm about it, he just couldn't say no to you. You're just too adorable and he doesn't have the heart to see you get sad just because he said no.
So you two went up to the human world, slept early, and set the alarm before sunrise. Did you prepare your telescope? Your camera? Did you bring the blankets? Good. Oh, and don't forget to wear a jacket 'cause it's chilly outside. The two of you went to an open field so there are no traces of light pollution from the city for a better view of the predawn sky. He internally chuckled when he saw your face light up at the sight of the alignment and when you started to babble about your hobby. You two should do this more often, he thought. He'll ask for a copy of your photos once you finished developing them.
Mammon
You want your favorite demon to join you in the human world to do your hobby together? And it's him?! Ha! Suck on that, dear brothers! He will downplay it to hide his excitement, although his brothers could totally see through it.
With Lucifer's consent, the two of you went to a beach in the human world. To avoid light pollution from the city, you said while unpacking the telescope from its case. With your camera in hand, you started taking pictures after pictures when the most awaited event appeared in the predawn sky. Mammon watched you adoringly as you started jumping in glee because of the planetary alignment. The image of you smiling brightly under the starry and dimly lit sky will forever be etched in his heart and memory.
Days later, you gave Mammon a copy of a photo you took. He swore he felt his heart do a flip when he saw what was in the photo. It was him looking up at the sky and there was a handwritten note on the back: "Thank you for coming with me. I had a lot of fun. - MC" And there's a heart drawn beside it! Ah~ the things love does to one's heart.
Leviathan
The two of you were in his room playing video games when you asked him. "Hey, Levi. Do you.. wanna go to the human world with me? There's this astronomical event that's going to happen in a few days and I wanna ask you if you want to see it with me." What?! Y-you want h-him to go with you to the human world to stargaze?! I-isn't that like a date?!
"Well, if you would consider it a date then, yes?" Oh, shoot. He said it out loud. AAAAA!!! Leviathan.exe has stopped working. You have never seen Levi blush that quick before. "It's okay if you're uncomfortable with the idea. I'll just--" "No, wait!" Levi stopped you mid-sentence. "I-I.. I'd be h-happy to.. g-go with you."
Your face lit up at the sound of his response, Levi swore he could see sparkles form around you. "Really?! Aaa! Thank you, thank you, thank you! Now go start packing. We're going to leave tomorrow. I already got the go signal from Lucifer, don't worry." That statement snapped him back to reality. "Wait... Tomorrow?! What do you mean tomorrow?!" He watched as you laughed nervously while you looked at the floor.
"Well, the cabin we're going to stay in for a few days is pretty far from the city, and I wanted to surprise you so, yeah..." Levi stood still at his position as his soul slowly left his body. He's... going to.. spend a few days with you? Alone? In a cabin, far from the city? Oh my Diavolo, someone catch this poor boi's heart!
Safe to say that he's pretty quiet throughout the whole journey. But the time he spent with you in that cabin was one of the best moments of his life. And the pictures you took are so breathtaking. You've got to teach him how to take pictures like that. It'll be useful for his future cosplay endeavors.
Satan
A chance to join you in your hobby? Alone, without his annoying brothers around? Of course, he'll love to go with you. I mean, this is a one-time opportunity for both of you, right? There is no way he'll let that chance pass before him. He never told you this, but he genuinely enjoys it when you tell him all about your hobby. It's an honor for him to help you with it.
The two of you decided to see the planets in an astronomical garden. Don't worry, if the garden's full of people, he'll help you find the perfect spot for you to take your pictures without the light pollution from the city ruining the scene. He'll even help you prepare your equipment once you reach your destination. So, if you're looking for a handy helper, he's your guy.
Satan had already seen the conjunction many times throughout his existence but this is the first time he's been excited about one. This one is special because you're here to witness it with him. And the sunrise view after it is just like it's taken out from a romantic novel.
Asmodeus
"Hey, Asmo" you called the Avatar of Lust who was doing his nails in the common room. He looked at you with a teasing and inquisitive look. "MC? What is it? Do you need some of my attention today?~" "Uhh... no? There's something I wanted to ask you about." Asmo raised a brow. If you're not craving his attention, then what is it that you need? "Are you... free tomorrow until the 24th?" He paused, "Hmm.. let's see..." He closed his eyes for a moment then opened them again. "Well, yes. Why do you ask?"
He could see your eyes glimmer slightly from joy. "Well, I was wondering if you wanna stargaze with me to the human world. But we're not really going to look at the stars but the planets. So I guess we're going to planet-gaze?" You were cut off by a squeal from the fifth born. "Of course, I wanna go with you! But, why ask me now?" You gave out a light chuckle. "You see, there's going to be a rare astronomical event that's going to happen this month. All of the 5 visible planets in the solar system will align, and the best time to see it is on June 24, and I'm planning to take a photograph of it. I'm going to regret it if I miss this huge opportunity."
"Say no more, sweetheart. When should I start packing?" You let out another chuckle at the sight of the demon's excitement. "It's best if we start packing tonight so we could leave early and have spare time to prepare the equipment." He quickly rose to his seat, making sure that his nails are already dry to start packing his bags. "Oh, Asmo. One more thing. We need to wake up really early on the 24th. Is that okay with you?" He smiled. "If I get enough beauty rest, then yes."
Asmo is, to say the least, awestruck at the view before him. The sight of the starry, predawn sky, and the sight of you, smiling beautifully and enjoying the scenery before your eyes. For a moment there, he thought that you were the most gorgeous creature ever lived in the three realms, more gorgeous than him, even. He'll ask you to take a photo of him, and if you decided to join him on one, he'll think that it's the most perfect picture he has ever seen.
Beelzebub + Belphegor
The three of you were hanging out in the attic, as usual. "Hey guys," Beel looked at you inquisitively while Belphie didn't budge an inch from his spot. "Do you remember the astronomical event that I was talking about last week?" "Well, yeah. I mean, you did talk about it nonstop for a whole week. Just like how Levi is with his hobbies." Belphie replied sleepily.
"Well, that event will be happening on the predawn of the 24th. And I wanna ask you guys if you want to observe it with me." You eyed the twins hoping they'll agree.
Beel swallowed the food he was eating before answering. "I'd like to go with you." You felt your heart fill with joy. The two of you simultaneously looked at Belphie, who was uncomfortable with the sudden attention and opened his eyes fully. He scoffed, before looking back at you. "As if you even need to ask."
With euphoria rushing to you quickly, you mindlessly squeezed the twins in a hug. "Yeah, yeah, you're happy, we get it. Now, can you please let go? It's getting kind of hard to breathe." Belphie tapped your shoulder lightly. "Oh, sorry. I got a little excited for a bit." "But..." Your attention readily went to the ginger head beside you. "Is Lucifer gonna allow us to go to the human world?" You froze. You haven't thought about that. "Don't worry, I'll go ask him." You said as you rose from your seat to go to the eldest's office.
With the promise of finishing all of your school work, Lucifer permitted you to go to the human world with the twins. The predawn of the 24th was one of the best moments of your life. You've always enjoyed doing astrophotography, but now, you've enjoyed it more when your favorite people were beside you while doing it.
Wooh! That was really long. And this took a lot of time to write, I didn't know if I could even finish it today (╥﹏╥). Anyways, Part 2 and 3 will posted shortly so stay tuned! -Cookie
#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me headcanons#obey me x reader#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#obey me mc#obey me fluff#astronomy#planetary alignment 2022#cookie writings
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Bumbleby Week DAY 7 - AU Day
Here we are day 7 @bumblebyweek-blog with AU and definitely took some inspiration of the John Wick films and Bullet Train (great action movie) for this little AU. Absolutely a candidate for some more continuations when my muses hit, but until then I hope you’ll enjoy the story.
Blake was surprised at how easily her infiltration of the mansion had been. Her handler, Funnel, had mentioned that four other thieves had been thrown at this place by the customer. At first, she had assumed it was a trap. She knew she had slighted many in this world and not just by inconveniencing the. Many places had people that would spend their entire lives to see her dead.
Yet none of her own scouting could reveal such a trap, and her initial insertion had revealed why the others had failed their contracts. Atlas Arms robots, a whole networked set of their Chess series, that would give even experienced housebreakers a run for their money. Blake however had dealt with such security measures, even besting the more dangerous Suit and Die series of automatons. However, this type of security didn’t come cheap and not without knowing someone connected to Atlas Arms. This would be another that would probably list her on their shitlist and a dangerous one if they still held such potential influence once her theft was found.
Blake didn’t really care though, she hardly ever cared these days. If the target was someone rich she was always game to take from them. Most times it was just something that didn’t even belong to them in the first place. Plus it was always fun to watch the news reports as these assholes tried to explain despite all the security they bought why they still got something stolen.
Still, she had to get the item first, and honestly, she wondered if she was in some sort of lovers’ quarrel, as the item she had been told to take was a simple locket. Oh, sure it could have held codes, blueprints, or even a deadly poison. However, the fact that its supposed location was in the main bedroom within an actual closet, if Funnel’s intel is correct, pretty much confirmed it was just an expensive piece of jewelry. Which suited Blake just fine, it was easier to get rid of a trace in such a theft.
The sudden appearance of a Knight forced Blake to shove her thoughts down as she shot to the hallway’s ceiling. Using all four limbs she anchored herself and continued on to the master bedroom. She knew the room would be empty, the resident here had left for a long-term business trip and Blake’s own stakeouts had shown that the cleaning staff left long before sundown. It was easier then for the roving robots to simply operate on kill patrols during the night, letting their higher functions rest.
Sticking to the ceiling as she inched closer to her goal, Blake easily evaded any other surprises. Once she reached the spot above the bedroom doors she dropped down silently. With a quick flick, she sent a camera wire through the door’s crack. Seeing the room empty she swiftly made her way through. After another scan of the room, she made her way over to the closet and began to search for the jewelry box. Funnel had given her a detailed picture of the box, a blue and gold encrusted piece with a simple flip-lock. Blake was almost surprised when she found it right in the open on a shelf. Wary of a final trap she flipped it open.
Emptiness greeted her and for once she knew she had been had. A soft step alerted her of something’s presence. She waited with bated breath, her right hand slowly drawing one of her knives. The steps stopped and Blake felt eyes peering at her back.
“You know I’m never going to get tired seeing you in your work outfit,” a familiar voice quipped, filling Blake with a tide of emotions. However, she pushed that all down violently, letting the violence color her words.
“Something you want Xiao-Long?” her eyes matching the hostile tone in her words.
“Oh Blake come on,” Yang said as she leaned against the doorway, radiating smugness. She looked great, the suit fit her well and her face was much more lively than the last they saw each other. “Can’t I wish to see a friend?”
“We are not friends,” Blake hissed, flashing her dagger. Yang’s smile instantly vanished as she went back to professional, a small mercy but a look that was easier for Blake to look at.
“Well then how about a job opportunity,” Yang asked taking a step forward, her prosthetic arm drifting toward her waist.
“Kind of in the middle of one, so no thanks,” Blake quipped as she tried to plan an escape though her eyes kept meeting Yang’s
“Blake come on,” Yang pressed as she took another step forward, “you knew this was a trap, you’ve been taking traps the last two years,”
“Good to hear that the agency is doing its best to keep tabs on me,” Blake replied icily.
“Blake you're driving yourself off a cliff,” Yang pushed forward, “this isn’t sustainable--”
“So I should just head back with you then,” Blake hissed, anger now blooming on her face “be the good little asset that helped you then?”
“You know it wasn’t like that,” Yang whispered as she stood inches away from Blake, “It's going to be different, I stake my life on it,”
“You always do,” Blake whispered back, closing the gap between them, “it’s what drove me crazy,” and with that, she pulled Yang into a kiss. Oh, the memories came flooding back as Blake tried not to lose herself in the moment. It was hard, especially as Yang threw everything into the kiss, which made Blake’s next choice all the harder.
In a brief moment the two separated to breathe, Yang barely caught the word sorry exit Blake’s lips before Blake slammed her kneepad straight between Yang’s legs. Pain flooded Yang’s nerves, and before she could give thanks that she wasn’t a dude, felt Blake slam her elbow into the side of her head. Disoriented she stumbled to the side as Blake blitzed out. Running just like always, but this time Yang was ready for that. Thrusting her brain’s signals to stay down out of her head, she quickly tore off after her former partner. She would not lose her again.
#bumblebyweek2022#Bumbleby#RWBY#RWBY_AU#RWBY_Hidden_World_AU#Blake_Belladonna#Yang_Xiao_Long#Former_Lovers_Maybe?
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Fic: Alive - Part 14
Summary: Aidan traced the thin chain around his neck, rubbing the infinity pendant between his fingers. No longer a symbol of their everlasting love, it was something he touched in anger when he thought of Sage. It was the only thing of hers that still remained with him after eight years, the last possession which still connected them together. When he 4did find Sage again, and he would no matter how long it took, he planned to destroy the pendant - and her.
Taking place across two timelines, Alive tells the story of Aidan and Sage, high school sweethearts driven apart by who they are and where they come from. Once enemies then lovers, their relationship runs full circle when they meet again in the present, now prepared to destroy each other.
My Masterlist (contains links to previous parts)
Now...
Aidan rang the doorbell at the Woods residence. As he waited for someone to answer, a mixture of nostalgia and sadness materialised in the pit of his stomach. When he was younger this home had been a haven for him, an escape from the fear and dread that was always present in his own house. At one point Theo had even given him a key, and Aidan had come and gone as he pleased. Then, Sage left him. After that, this was the last place he wanted to be. Reminders of her lurked in every corner, haunting him, eliciting pain and despair.
The door opened, providing the distraction he needed from reminiscing about the past. Maria, the Woods' housekeeper for as long as Aidan could remember, greeted him with a friendly smile.
"Aidan darling, how are you?" She enveloped him in a big hug, which he returned with full enthusiasm. As expected, she began to scold him almost right away. "It's been ages since you've stopped by."
"If you weren't so busy with all your boyfriends, maybe I would visit more. You know how jealous I get when I see you with other men."
"You'll just have to accept I'm too hot for one man to handle."
His lips formed into a pout. "Ah, keep breaking my heart, why don't you?"
"I seen your picture on some gossip blog the other day." Linking her arms through his, she led him into the living room. "You had some girl with you that looked like she hadn't eaten in months. Holly something or other."
"No need to be jealous, Maria. You're the one who owns me body and soul."
"Oh, please," she scoffed.
Aidan chuckled. "Did you get the birthday present I sent you?"
"Where do you think I'm going to wear fancy earrings like that?"
"To our date, obviously." He flashed a wicked grin, knowing full well he was about to earn a disapproving stare. "Just that and nothing else."
She smacked his hand lightly. "Behave yourself, boy."
"Where's the fun in that?"
"I hope you been taking good care of yourself and not running around like a hooligan."
"I can do both."
"Hmph." Giving him a thorough look-over, she turned around. "Let me get you some cookies. I just baked a fresh batch."
"No, it's alright. I'm actually here to talk to Thomas."
"Mr. Woods," she corrected, facing him again.
Aidan smiled, this was a conversation they had exchanged many times. "Sorry. Anyway, he around?"
"In the den. He just finished dinner a while ago." She kissed him on the cheek. "Don't forget to say goodbye to me before you leave."
Aidan smiled and made his way down the hallway, pausing for a moment in front of Thomas's office. Stay calm, he reminded himself. As much as he wanted to demand an explanation for why Thomas was hell-bent on keeping him from Sage, he couldn't afford to lose his temper. Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the closed door.
"Yes?"
He slipped inside, plastering on a fake smile. "Hey, Mr. Woods. Can I talk to you for a second?"
There was a surprised glint in Thomas's eyes. "Of course."
Aidan strolled in and took a seat in front of Thomas, noting how much the other man had aged recently. The last time their paths had crossed a few months ago, Thomas hadn't looked this fatigued. Stress had taken its toll on his face with dark circles evident under his eyes, his once black hair now peppered with grey.
"How've you been, Aidan?"
"Same old."
"Been in touch with the kids lately?"
"Yeah. I was with Cat last week, and I'll probably visit Theo soon."
"He speaks to you more often than he does me."
"Ungrateful brat."
Thomas smiled. "So, Aidan, what can I do for you? I know you're not here to pay me a social visit."
Aidan debated continuing their charade of camaraderie, but he was tired of playing nice. Leaning forward, he leveled Thomas with a keen stare. "Cat mentioned something interesting when I was with her."
"What would that be?"
"Apparently you've been paying the detectives I hired to give me fake info on Sage."
A thick layer of silence fell over them, the tension reaching a pitch high. Neither spoke. Aidan kept his gaze trained on the older man, taking in any nervous movements Thomas may exhibit. There were none.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Thomas finally said, breaking the silence.
"I think you're lying."
"That's unfortunate."
"Why would you want to keep me away from Sage?"
"Maybe because my daughter is better off without you," Thomas fired back, all pretense of civility dissolved between them. "Everyone always assumed she was a bad kid, but I knew she wasn't. You were the source of most of her troubles."
Aidan sneered. "Pretty convenient to claim her as your own when she's not around to need anything from you."
"I don't need to justify my actions to you."
"Maybe not, but it's about time someone called you out for your shitty parenting skills."
"And you think you're qualified to do that?" Thomas retorted. "What would you know about being a parent? You spend most of your time embroiled in bar fights."
"Which should tell you I meet a lot of assholes." Aidan lifted his eyebrow in disdain. "And I definitely know one when I see one." He flashed a smug smile.
"Get out. Now."
"You can't hide her from me forever. I will find Sage."
"Why? So you can make a mess of her life again?"
"I cared about her more than you ever did."
"Obviously she didn't feel the same way or she would have contacted you by now."
As much as Aidan wanted to wipe that condescending look from Thomas's face, there was no denying the truth. If Sage gave a damn about him, she would never have abandoned him, but she had – after repeatedly lying about her feelings until he'd truly started to believe she genuinely loved him.
"Get out," Thomas threatened. "Or I'll have the cops escort you out."
"Oh, good. They love me over at the station." Thomas didn't react to his sarcastic words, instead continuing to glower at him. "You look like you're about to have a heart attack. I'd hate for that to ruin Theo's day." He stood up, saluted Thomas with a flippant smile, and sauntered to the door. Before leaving, he turned to look at Thomas one last time. "I'll let Sage know you said hi." Aidan walked out, slamming the door behind him.
Maria was waiting for him in the hallway, her face covered in anger. "What is wrong with you, boy? Why would you talk to Mr. Woods like that?"
Irritation surged through him, but he curbed his tongue.
"You need to treat him with respect. And why you still looking for that girl? All she's ever done is bring trouble to this family. Things were great between Mr. And Mrs. Woods before she came along."
"How great could it be if a sixteen-year-old girl was able to ruin it?" Aidan snapped.
"Don't speak to me in that tone."
"Fine, I won't. As long as you remember Thomas isn't perfect. He's the one who fucked around, had a kid, and then treated her like a charity case instead of taking responsibility for her."
"You need to leave. And don't come back until you've learned some respect."
"It's too bad you drank the kool-aid, Maria. I always thought you were smarter than that."
He walked out of the house with long strides, determined to get away from all these hypocrites. Even after all this time, it still burned him up to hear people disparage Sage. She was the scapegoat for the Woods family, with everyone finding it easy to blame the bastard daughter rather than analyse their own actions. And the fact that Sage hadn't been meek or docile but a fighter who refused to take any of their shit lying down had only aggravated them further.
It had been the same way in high school. It was Sage who was bullied repeatedly for being new, for being Muslim, for being the fucking antichrist as far as everyone was concerned, and when she retaliated the authorities blamed her instead of investigating the truth.
While he understood why Sage ran from all these assholes, what he couldn't comprehend was her running from him. Throughout their relationship she had always maintained they were best friends, each other's support system, and they'd always have one another's back – but it had all been lies.
Despite his trust issues he'd fallen in love with her, and she'd deceived him in return. For that he could never forgive her, and she would pay.
*****
Then...
While Sage was pulling out her history textbook from the locker, someone's fingers grazed her back. By the time she turned around Aidan had already walked past her to join his buddies at the opposite end of the hallway. She observed him for several minutes, watching while he goofed around with his friends. Sadness rippled through her. Never could she hang out with Aidan in school, sit together at lunch, or hold hands like a normal couple – not as long as Cat and her minions were around. They made her life a living hell as it was, doling out hateful, racist comments that were slowly chipping away at her confidence; Sage didn't even want to consider how much worse their behaviour would get if they discovered the truth.
"Fantasising about torturing Aidan?" David teased, joining her.
A part of her felt guilty for lying but she played along anyway. "How did you know?"
"Pretty obvious. If looks could kill, he'd be dead right about now."
Sage quirked her eyebrow. "Killer glare would be an awesome superpower to have, don't you think?"
"Totally." David turned to her. "So is Aidan still giving you a hard time?"
"You know what they say. Once a jackass, always a jackass."
"Yes, but what a pretty jackass he is."
She rolled her eyes at David's breathless tone. "Come on, fanboy. We have to get to class."
"I know."
Heading towards their classroom, they turned the corner to find Cat and the rest of her clique standing a few feet away from the entrance. Sage stiffened at the sight of them. When Cat noticed her, she whispered something to her friends and they all broke out into laughter – except for Tish.
It had been a few weeks since their fight, and today was the first time Tish had shown up in school. Her face was still swollen from the nose surgery. She glared at Sage with contempt in her eyes but that wasn't the only emotion emanating from them. There was also fear.
"Come on, don't pay attention to them," David said.
"Don't worry." Determined not to let them get to her, Sage held her head high and walked past Cat and her friends. Of course they snickered louder, calling her nasty names. She ignored them but couldn't help noticing Tish hadn't engaged in the rest of the group's antics. Why was Tish not being her usual vicious self? Was she really that scared? A part of Sage was glad for it; however, guilt flowed through her almost right away. She didn't like eliciting fear in others, not even Tish; the thought of it made her stomach churn.
Sage gave herself a mental shake, reminding herself this was all temporary. Tish didn't matter, neither did Cat. In a few months she would graduate and finally be free. Free to make her escape from Thomas and the rest of his family, and free to be with Aidan without any fear of repercussions. Until then she simply had to curb her temper and stay out of trouble.
*****
Later that afternoon Sage pushed the door open to the girl's bathroom door, wondering if Aidan was already here. Not many people used this bathroom as it was located on the third floor, near the teacher's lounge. As soon as she stepped inside a pair of arms encircled her from behind, startling her.
"Hey," Aidan whispered in her ear, stippling the back of her neck with kisses.
She grinned. "Hi."
"So you did get it. I wasn't sure when you didn't text me back."
"Text? What text? I'm only here because I felt like going for a stroll." They sauntered forward until she was leaning against the counter with his body pressed tightly behind hers. She met his eyes in the mirror, smiling softly as he dropped a kiss on her shoulder. His fingers slowly and expertly made their way to the buttons on her top, undoing them. "Nice touch with the out of service sign."
"I know." He beamed proudly. "No one will interrupt us now."
"Interrupt what exactly?" Turning around, she looped her arms around his neck. "I'm here to talk, nothing else."
A shadow of a smile played across his lips. "Liar." He trailed wet kisses along her jawline while his hands remained busy unbuttoning her shirt. "You don't want to talk."
"So why did I come?"
"You haven't yet."
A soft chuckle escaped her lips. "Proud of that one, aren't you?"
"Not really. You walked right into it."
Watching him while he knelt in front of her, his lips lingering on her chest and tongue stroking her skin, his hands doing things that were slowly starting to drive her wild, she laced her fingers through his hair and dropped a kiss on the top of his head. "Aidan," she half-groaned, half-murmured, heat unfurling throughout her body like wildfire. She pulled up his sweater from the back, splayed her fingers across his skin. He felt hot, ready; she ached to feel him inside her.
He picked her up suddenly, placed her on the edge of the counter. She circled her legs around the back of his thighs and simultaneously reached for his zipper when he pulled his lips away. Cradling her face in his hands, he peered at her, his golden gaze shining with dark intensity. "What's wrong?" she asked.
"I have something for you."
She raised her eyebrow. "Is this something in your pants?"
"Yes, pervert." He grinned. "But it's not what you think."
"What is it?"
He pulled out a small jewelry box from the back pocket of his jeans. There was a strange glint in his eyes which aroused her curiosity further. "I hope this isn't an engagement ring," she teased, reaching for the box. "I want to be able to get into a club without a fake ID before I get hitched."
"Shut up and open it."
Inside the box lay a necklace which bore a striking resemblance to the one Tish had stolen from her. Sage realised almost instantly it wasn't a replica, like the one Thomas had bought to bribe her, but the actual necklace Layal had owned – the broken link was still held together by a small safety pin. She picked it up, stared at it for several seconds, trying to wrap her mind around it. "This is my mom's. The one Tish took."
"I know."
"How did you get it from her?" He hesitated to answer; the sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach worsened. "Aidan, how did you get this?"
His jaw clenched with agitation and he took a step back. "What difference does it make?"
"What did you do?"
"You really want to know?"
"I'm asking, aren't I?"
"I paid someone to hack into her phone, found some stuff she doesn't want anyone to see."
"What kind of stuff?"
Aidan locked eyes with her again but there seemed to be no trace of the boy she loved at that very moment. Instead he was cold and menacing – a stranger. "Videos of her fucking most of the football team. Nudes. Amateur porn collection of her own work. Unfortunately, not as hot as it sounds."
"And you threatened to show it to people if she didn't give you my chain back?"
He stepped forward, his eyes boring into hers. "I promised her it would go viral if she didn't."
Oh God. She felt sick. No wonder Tish had seemed so afraid of her. "How could you do that, Aidan?"
Taken aback by her words, his gaze turned steely. "Do what? Find a way to give you back your mom's necklace? You were miserable! I watched you cry over it for days and it tore me up on the inside. And that bitch hurt you. She broke your finger, remember that?" His eyes brimmed with frustration and he paced back and forth in front of her. "She took something from you that you loved. She's been a fucking bitch to you! I wasn't going to let her get away with it."
"This is wrong, Aidan."
"Fuck you!" He levelled her with a hostile stare. "Don't pretend to be some kind of saint – you're not! I know you. You're a fighter. Like me. You don't just take shit from others. You always fight back."
Fine, he was right about her – about them – but this was different. It was wrong, very, very wrong, and she felt it with every fibre of her being. Unable to look at him any further, she averted her eyes away from him.
"You're all I've got, Sage, and I won't let anyone hurt you. I'll protect you no matter what. Even if it makes you hate me."
"I don't hate you."
"That's hard to believe when you won't even look at me."
The anguish in his voice broke her heart but she remained silent. Truth was this angry, cold, hateful facade of his terrified her. She'd been exposed to this side of him in the beginning; although, since then, he'd always been sweet and wonderful with her. That darkness, however, was still there and lurking inside him, and now that it had made a reappearance she had no idea what to do.
The air was thick with tension. He was waiting for her to say something, anything, to assure him things between them were okay. Few seconds later, when she still hadn't spoken a word, he walked out.
To be continued...
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Shh... I kept staring
👩💻 Art wasn't my concentration, but I loved reading about it. Including the below story. Thing is, if I were the artist, I'd prob poke fun at the activists wrecking oil paintings as its statement. Think of it as: 'Silence.' An amazing work which cannot be stopped. More will come.
🗞️ Personally, I stand in solidarity with Haaning, partly because what he did was funny, but also because he was following in the footsteps of a long line of pranksters. The most infamous ‘blank canvas’ work was created back in 1953, when Robert Rauschenberg obtained a drawing by abstract expressionist William de Kooning, and then erased it until only a few, almost imperceptible traces were visible on the canvas
👩💻 The staring title isn't a joke. If it were, that would be messed up for an epileptic like me. Ohh our chihuahua just stared ats blood dripped from my mouth. It proved to my uncle that the dog was mostly a happy bodyguard doorbell.
Serious though, I do look at things just like I do with clouds when pointing out patterns. BTW I'm not on 💊🚭 when I catch these things.
💬 A nurse pulled me out of a closet while I was waiting in an overfilled ER. No biggie for me bc the closest had stucco walls I imagined stories on. (She took me to a diff closet and handed me a puke bag.)
Lesson: Read more to strengthen your imagination than you can picture being somewhere else no matter where you are. Doesn't work for NGT process or someone trying to pull your toenail off 🚫 ��.
👩💻 Was I too real for you there? Sorry, I've been 📖 more 📚 on learning to socialize.
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25.09.2023
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I'm just talking, feel free to jump off at anytime...
Hey, thanks for reading. Even if you only read up to here, thanks.
Anyway, so I am working on something. Im finally up to the first big pump in my story. Lily is about to awaken her powers by complete accident and I have been REEEEEEEEEAAAAAALLLLLLYYYYYY have been waiting to get to this point.
Lily doesn't have much access to magic. At least not yet anyway. Well, through complete accident, the poor girl gets hit by a big ol' magical energy burst.
The previous chapter to this one, The unposted chapter 10, I introduced Lily's departed grandmother. She died a few years prior to the start of the story and Lily missed her passing. Not because they were fighting or anything. Just couldn't make it before she passed on. The two were close and she was the most supportive of Lily's rockstar dreams. The fact she missed her haunted Lily.
Well Lily is about to find out that she is a being known as a Quila[Coy-LA]. Basically people who draw their magical power from the living spirit of the world. That means they are incredibly powerful naturally with access to magic normally people don't. Quilas are more a myth due to some forgotten history. Unknown to Lily, being a Quila is a hereditary trait and the last Thorne to be born as a Quila was...
You guessed it, Lily's grandmother! She was born under the needed conditions, namely being born under strange circumstances. Now when I say strange, I don't mean good or bad. Just strange or unusual. She is the only female child of her siblings as well as the only single birth [She has 10 twin brothers with her being born between the 2nd and 3rd set of brothers.] There was no trace of elemental energy confirmed it to Lilac. That's why Lily has a name that starts with L.
Okay, sorry I kinda got lost in the weeds. So yeah, Lily gets hit with a magic nuke and gets knocked of her body. Yes, knocked out of her body. During this state, the rabbit...fuck Lily is an anthropomorphic rabbit I have a picture around here somewhere. Anyway, the rabbit sees the hidden item that caused this to happen. I'm not going to go into the thing rn but lets just call it a magical windchime...because it is. There, in this black all encompassing void, she hears the voice of her grandmother before seeing her appear holding the chime.
I want to play with her softness and vulnerability. She's a rambunctious, loud, fun loving and irreverent. She has very few regrets in life and believes life is too short to dwell on things. The moment she sees the ghost of Lilac, all the confusion of the moment melts away and its just teary-eyed calls to her. The two speak a little until:
"I'm sorry I can't be here with you. I was so happy to know you carried our gift," Lilac closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She held the chime up as the whispered chanting started again, "Know that, while I may not be by your side, I am always with you my little bulb."
"What? No..." Lily stammered out as she felt her feet leave the floor of the void. She repeated her last word as more hot tears poured from her eyes, "Please, Memaw! Please!"
Lilac flinched at the sorrowful pleas while trying to stay focused on the matter at hand. Gathering her thoughts, Lilac spoke the echoed phrases in full and clapped her hands, letting out a powerful crack.
This sends Lily's soul hurdling back into her body and kicks off the arcane furnace resting in her chest.
Thanks for listening. I just needed to get it out. I appreciate your time.
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