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impossiblesuitcase · 1 year

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Mutually Moronic Marriage - part 8.

The next month, Cinder wouldn’t have had time to gloat anyway.

Cress was staying at the palace while she fixed the security with Kai at the helm as her biggest supporter. Thorne was more than happy with the stay, citing his injury as an excuse for well-deserved R & R and pampering from palace staff.

Cinder oversaw some of Cress’s work until she couldn’t put off her empress duties any longer. She didn’t even have time to head down to the mechanics. It was always the trick to calm her down, and without it, she was anything but calm.

It was the day before the State Opening of Cabinet. Tomorrow, the emperor and empress would stride through the Grand Imperial Hall in full regalia and deliver speeches on the government’s plans for the year. Cinder would announce her economic bill at the ceremony.

There was plenty of time to work on it, she had told herself with each passing month. So much time that she postponed meetings and lowered her weekly work quota for other more pressing issues. The security had to be fixed as soon as possible!

Ergo, the bill was now behind schedule. Kai had offered to help, but she’d dismissed it.

“No, no.” Cinder slashed her stylus across her port, erasing a long line of text. “It’s domestic,” she muttered, “not international trade routes.”

It was 11:24. Cinder had one last dress fitting before dinner. She’d cancelled her lunch plans with Kai—having a hurried bite in her office—giving her approximately five hours and thirty-six minutes to iron out the draft before submission at 17:00.

No stress, right?

The document was littered with scribbled notes and crossed-out paragraphs, tiny words and rainbows of coloured markers blurring together, causing the onset of a migraine.

She gulped down some water. It was not a miracle cure.

Reasoning that a moment-long break would help more than it would hinder, Cinder set down her port and found herself staring at the holographic pictures of her wedding day.

Many of the early protests against her becoming empress were for her priorities. Selene is too concerned with human rights, they argued—she’ll ignore the economy. Selene cares more about cyborgs and Lunars than regular Earthens, she’ll fail to protect the rest of us.

Cinder wanted to scream at it all. Of course she wanted to help cyborgs and Lunars. Of course she cared about the economy and every single citizen of Earth just the same.

But empresses weren’t allowed to scream.

“To be honest, you will never be loved by everyone—”

If Cinder failed to submit the bill in time due to her own poor time management, those critics would appear correct.

“—I’ve decided that I should start caring more about the opinions of the people that I love—”

All her public disasters. Every humiliating newsfeed digging into her every fault. Her body. Her personality. Her marriage. She had taken Kai’s advice; she so firmly tried to ignore it all, convincing herself that where it counted, she would make it count.

Her politics. Her outreach. Her compassion.

Oh it counted all right. The counting clock of her deadline, because she hadn’t done what she had assured everyone and herself she would.

“—And if they love me back, I won’t be afraid to make mistakes—”

Maybe she could take Kai up on his offer to help…

Tick, tock.

Tick.

No. She’d accepted this. She had to see it to its finish alone.

Just as she began to rub her temples, the door to her office made a loud, shuddering sound. The light at the ID scanner blinked and fell black.

She slammed her eyes shut. It was probably a trick of the light. Or maybe a power outage? But, peeling her eyes back open, the wedding portraits were still projected on her wall.

Cinder heaved out of her chair and crept forward. When she flashed her wrist under the scanner, the door stayed shut.

A second headache was forming.

The old-fashioned internal lock still clicked open with ease, so she wasn’t trapped. Cinder poked her head out.

The guards stood solemn in the hall, the windows cast sunbeams onto the floor. Nothing appeared amiss.

Rubbing at her shoulders, she dragged herself back to her desk. A painful swallow of saliva left a lump in her throat.

11:31, five hours and twenty-eight minutes left.

The moment she sat in her chair she bolted right back up.

———

“—because they’ll help me.”

———

The guards did nothing as Cinder jogged down the hall for the first door in sight—a maintenance cupboard.

She scanned her wrist. Nothing happened.

What had Cress said, that if you controlled one central door, you could control every door in the palace?

“No, no, not now!”

Cinder thrust her wrist under another two ID scanners with the same results. She sprinted back to her office to hastily lock it.

“Kyung-sik!” she panted, flailing an arm at the nearest guard. “Are our lockdown procedures in place?”

The guard in question seemed surprised. “O-of course, Your Majesty.”

“Then why aren’t the speakers going off?”

Understanding dawned on his face. “I see what you mean, Your Majesty. I’ll look into it.”

Kyung-sik left as she raced towards the elevator. None of the other guards accompanied her—a wise course of action, she thought, so they could evacuate everyone else.

Her mind churned. Terrorists? Another thaumaturge?

Cinder established a commlink with Cress. Six seconds of unanswered rings was too long for her patience. Her retina switched to Kai. Kai, I’m heading to the codebreak point now. Get everyone out of the palace.

What’s wrong? came his reply. I’ll meet you there.

No. The lockdown procedures aren’t working, focus on that.

She shut off the link. It was a stifling trip down the elevator with no way of anticipating what lay on the other side. But it was quicker than the stairs, and she wouldn’t risk losing a second.

The elevator opened to a flurry of workers at the same time a loud voice from the speakers met her ears. Yes, thank the stars—Kyung-sik had gotten the lockdown warnings going, though she couldn’t hear over the workers’ droning Your Majesty’s. It grew so loud that Cinder had her audio interface dull the speaker’s chant. With their eyes still on her, she pointed to the ceiling. “Follow the directions.”

Cinder tried to weave through the crowd, but as one line of staff parted for her, a new line would appear with respectful and very-poorly-timed bows. She stumbled over apologies and warnings on autopilot until she broke through, then belatedly recognised one man in particular.

“Wait! Yanlin!”

The familiar mechanic turned back to her. “Y-yes, Your Majesty?”

A new idea nibbled at her mind. She waved him over.

“Is something wrong?”

They rounded a corner with curious eyes darting their way. “Someone has gotten to the codebreak point,” she explained. “The doors have shut down.”

“Yes, I know. The head of staff told us about it last wee—”

“We have to disable the intruder’s connection to the mainframe. Cress wrote programming for the new ID scanners to protect the doors, but it needs to be activated first. You installed the scanners, do you know the access code?”

Yanlin’s mouth fell open and worked a few times to form trepidatious words, “Your Majesty, we never installed those new scanners.”

Cinder stumbled over her flats. “But I organised for all the parts to be sent to you.”

Yanlin slowly shook his head. “We didn’t receive anything.”

Her confidence wilted. Surely she had ordered them. She recalled visiting the mechanics multiple times and working with them—

Actually, she hadn’t helped. She’d worked on her own projects and given the others instructions for when the scanners arrived.

The more she concentrated on that promise, the more she doubted that she ever fulfilled it. She glazed through receipts on her retina for an order of Heston Model 3.1 scanners.

No, she had never ordered the parts, even if she had imagined that she’d done it.

Her face fell. “I’m so sorry, Yanlin, this is my fault.”

“It’s fine, Your Majesty, I know you’re very busy.”

“No. It is my fault.” The blueprint of the palace overlaid her vision. They were close to the medical wing. There was still a way…

A pang of guilt struck her sternum. This wasn’t Thorne, who had her next ten moves already mapped out before she even made her first. This wasn’t Wolf, whom she could trust to throw into battle and come out the other side with only a few scuffs. This was just a staff member, a nervous, bumbling mechanic whom she had put in danger by not doing her job.

Kai had been right. Cinder wanted to do things herself. She wanted to go after Dolion without any guards. She had wanted to change the security herself. That’s why she’d promised to fix the scanners, even prior to knowing the true scope of their security issues. Now was the worst time to start relying on others, but he was her best bet.

“Yanlin, I’m sorry, but I need you to do something.”

“Anything, Your Majesty,”

She cringed. “Don’t sound so eager. We have to sever the connection at the codebreak point itself, but the intruders could still be there. I can’t fix the system and fight at the same time. Can you disable it while I fend them off?”

Yanlin looked awed by the assignment, and bizarrely not afraid of the whole deathly intruders. Maybe Cinder had misjudged him when she thought him skittish.

“Uh, like I said, Your Majesty, anything.”

A list was forming in her head as they moved. Fight. Yanlin disables the codebreak point. Kai evacuates everyone. I might be dead, but if not, keep fighting until everyone’s out.

Staff were walking towards the medical labs, even with the speakers still going.

“Go!” she urged three women in lab coats. “Go to the meeting points!”

They exchanged quizzical glances and gradually turned around. Cinder had to do that for a dozen more people before she even left the hallway.

The more people she redirected, the more replaced them. Yanlin wasn’t walking fast enough, and there was no way that everyone would be evacuated at this rate.

It felt like the time with Dolion. She was struck with a memory: him laying on the concrete, hearing her say that she would never again put people into danger for her. She would deal with the problem herself.

And he had smiled.

At the time she thought it delirium, after all, she’d just tortured his mind, but retrospect was didactic. He knew something like this would happen again. When the situation arose, Cinder would make the same decision, and it would backfire, and people would suffer.

He had lost, yes. But she hadn’t won. Because all he cared about was gaining justice, and his justice would be her guilt. If she had followed through with her promise, they could seal off the threat while everyone fled the palace.

But she hadn’t, and now Yanlin and Kai and everyone in this palace was in danger.

She couldn’t make the same mistake again.

“Wait here, and tell everyone that comes through to evacuate,” she told Yanlin.

She back-tracked to the elevator lobby, finding people milling about and four guards stationed motionless along the walls.

“I need your help.”

———

Cinder sent most of the guards to escort staff outside. That was the protocol in the event of an evacuation, but she recalled that there was a lack of management, and with it, a lack of training.

Stars, she’d promised she was going to look into that, too...

The last guard tailed her and Yanlin to the codebreak point. Cinder raised a finger to her lips. Her other hand gestured for the guard to ready his weapon.

They took quiet steps though no sounds of life could be heard; the grand mahogany door was still stately and still shut.

Whoever had broken in must have controlled the doors from here and then left to infiltrate the security control centre. It occurred to Cinder now that Kyung-sik would have had the alarms turned on from that centre.

Good news: It was still guarded.

Bad news: The invaders would then be returning to this point to gain full control of the palace.

She addressed the guard. “Make sure no one approaches from this end.”

He nodded as Cinder guided Yanlin forward. She pointed to the metal box next to the door. “Wrench the panel open.”

“I’ve never had a guard escort before,” he was whispering in awe.

Cinder snapped her fingers in front of his face, and felt a little bad when he flinched.

Yanlin sheepishly reached for his belt holster but came back empty. He patted down his pockets. “Sorry, I was on my lunch break, I didn’t bring all my tools.”

She crouched by the box, resigned. The guard would tell them if anyone approached from behind, but beyond the door was unprotected. “Okay, um…I’ll deal with this, while you break into the door’s manual lock and seal it off.”

Yanlin moseyed on over to the door. Nothing had happened yet, and that was somehow more blood-curdling than an outright attack. It meant something was coming.

A red line flashed over her wrist as the box scanned her ID chip. Access Denied. Again. Access Denied. Access Denied. Access–

What was the point of being empress if you couldn’t even get approval in your own–

Wait. Cress had removed the ID chip function, as per Cinder’s request. Her heart tore between annoyance and approval.

As she had done weeks before, Cinder smacked her foot into the box. A shock of pain raced up her shin, and although it now featured a sizable dent, it remained closed.

She swivelled around, hoping Yanlin was having better luck only to find him slowly comparing different plier sizes with the lock. Oh yeah, no need to rush.

As if she’d prophesied it, footsteps began to pound along the floor on the other side.

Cinder gritted her teeth and shoved the correct plier into his hand, grabbing a larger one for herself. “Lock. The. Door.”

The tip of her finger opened so her screwdriver could emerge. With a quick dig at the panelling the pressure caused the seal to loosen. Cinder wedged the pliers into the crack and peeled it open. Inside the panel lay an inset for a universal connector cable.

Bile rose to her throat. There was little she hated more in the world than having to connect herself to a device. It was so inhuman. It made her feel like nothing more than a software system. But she swallowed her rising panic attack and switched from the screwdriver over to the cable and plugged it in.

The footsteps grew in volume.

“Have you locked it?” she pleaded.

Yanlin dipped his head in apology. 30% loaded. “Uh, not yet, I’m much slower without all my tools.”

Voices joined the footsteps, one gruff and one feminine and loud.

Cinder vaulted upwards, trying to reach the door while still connected to the box in vain. 65%. If she could help him lock it…but it was too far for her to reach. Eventually her jarred leg began to scream at her for leveraging too much weight on it.

A bomb ticked in her head.

100%. She bit back a grateful sob and hurriedly brought up the menu, searching for the killswitch.

The footsteps came to a stop. Yanlin hadn’t locked the door.

Disable automated transfer proceedings?

Enabling the killswitch, she tore out the cable and pushed Yanlin away. “Go!”

“P-pardon?”

To the guard stationed at the end of the hall, she yelled, “Get him to safety!”

She spun around and shoved her metal fingers into the lock, halting its turn. It was successful for seconds until whoever was on the other side used so much force that she flung her fingers away, lest they snapped off.

Backing up, she jutted out her stiletto knife and braced herself.

They were not intruders. The woman had disappeared, leaving Torin alone.

Cinder jumped, lowering the blade. “Torin! What are you doing here?”

Torin placed his hands behind his back. “I came to ask you that, Your Majesty. Your guards were concerned when you disappeared twenty minutes ago.”

“Did something happen?” Kai asked.

She hadn’t sensed him approaching from behind. Neither had Yanlin apparently, as he jumped and brushed back his lank hair with sweaty palms. “Your Highness, uh, Majesty!”

Speaking of Yanlin, it appeared he hadn’t put in much effort to run away to safety…

Cinder’s thoughts floundered through mud. Why wasn’t anyone panicking? Why was Kai still here, when he should be leading the evacuation?

Kai peered at her. “You said you were coming here. What for?”

Before Cinder formed the question, she heard her name being called. “Cinder! Thank you!”

That feminine voice that she’d heard earlier was now recognisable as Cress. She launched into Cinder with a tight embrace.

“Er, no problem?” Cinder patted Cress on the back. “But we still have to get everyone out and—”

“I couldn’t find the fault but it appeared just now when you rerouted the doors. The scheduled shutdown was useful after all, thanks to you!”

Cinder’s mouth hung open.

Kai stepped forward. “Torin, would you escort Darnel-dàren to the security centre so she can get the system back online?”

Torin bowed and led Cress away, steering her clear from walls as she blindly marched ahead, absorbed by her port.

In the newfound silence, Yanlin’s timid voice squeaked, “Your Majesty, may I take my leave now? My coworkers are expecting me.”

Cinder lifted her jaw. “Right. Of course, Li-jūn. Thank you for your help and putting yourself in dang—um, for inconveniencing yourself to assist me.”

“It was an h-honour.”

Just as he began to scurry away, Cinder called, “Yanlin?”

He startled like a sparrow caught in the oncoming path of a maglev train.

“I’ll order those parts in for you, ASAP.”

His mouth parted in an oh. With a hushed thank you, he hastened away to the guard faster than before.

Kai and Cinder were alone in the grand, beautiful hallway.

“The scheduled shutdown?” she murmured.

“Remember? Cress needed to restart the mainframe to find the errors in the system,” he prompted. “The palace advised everyone that they must use the doors manually for an hour.”

Cinder racked her brain, both organically and artificially. “...I didn’t know about that.”

The ticking bomb in her throat subsided into a metronome beat. It was Kai, she realised, tapping his foot against the hardwood floors. The drumming mixed with some other unintelligible noise, and Cinder allowed her audio interface to normalise. It finally brought the chant over the speakers to an audible level.

‘All automatic doors are disabled for a drill. This is not a lockdown. Use the manual system until the drill ends. All automatic doors—’

“You thought someone was breaking in, didn’t you?” Amusement trickled down his face, his relaxed posture, his crossed arms.

She fisted her hands on her hips. “How would I know otherwise? I wasn’t given notice.”

“I told you about it.”

“What? When?”

“At dinner on Tuesday night. After the meeting on Friday. Before bed on Sunday. At breakfast this morning. I reminded you.”

Vague recollections of Kai talking to her at those times helpfully re-emerged. She had had her thoughts fixated on different wordings for the bill, and had let his words pass by her.

The memories came easily to her now, and perhaps if she’d held her horses earlier and concentrated, she would’ve recalled them. Alas, Cinder hadn’t held her horses. Now the reins had slipped from her hands and the stallions were galloping away, far from reach.

“Oh.”

“But, if you did think someone was breaking in, why’d you have to come here? You said you installed new scanners so that the palace wouldn’t be affected by the codebreak point.”

Cinder shifted from foot to foot. “I forgot to.”

Kai hummed with the realisation.

Procrastination, forgetfulness, breaking promises. She was exactly like her husband.

Her eyes met his. He smiled deviously.

“I know what you’re thinking,” she groaned.

His tapping stopped, as did the chanting speaker. It now changed its tune: ‘Thank you for your cooperation in this drill. All regular operating systems will return shortly.’

She hung her head and relented, “Go on, you can say it.”

The smile grew.

“Love, you are a moron.”

“Yes, I am,” she conceded.

He draped an arm over her shoulder. She collapsed into his embrace. Her panic and terror melted with the warmth of his chest.

“Now, would you like me to help you finish the draft by the deadline?”

“Please.”

———

The Annual Peace Ball was never to be peaceful again, though Cinder guessed that it never had been in the first place.

No, there were no more threats of war or attacks by crazed soldiers or thaumaturges and Cinder certainly never let her ring out of her sight. But the ball itself would always be chaotic with jovial music and stuffy rich guests and the loudness of her awesome, weird friends.

It wasn’t peaceful, but it was fun.

Kai helped her finish her economic plan just in time. Despite burgeoning fears that it would be ridiculed and rejected, politicians and citizens alike took it seriously. She ordered, delivered, and personally helped install the promised ID scanners, and Cress’s work was brilliant; the palace was, if anything, overprepared for any threats.

For so long, Cinder had had to rely on others just to survive. And she still had to: in life-or-death scenarios, in empress duties, in emotional struggles. It wasn’t an act of defeat to ask for help. That sort of courage could be nothing but a strength.

The only other mishap to occur at a peace ball was on her eleventh year. Tressa had garbed her in a large skirt to conceal her growing baby bump, though it was all for naught. Cinder was handed an alcoholic beverage unknowingly and Kai snatched it away with a whispered “it’s alcohol,” before drinking it himself.

That whisper wasn’t quiet enough, apparently. Journalists read his lips and put two and two together, because if the empress wasn’t drinking, she had to be pregnant.

It wasn’t the way she’d wanted to announce it, still Cinder held her tongue when Kai apologised profusely to her. Never again would she berate him over a mistake when she was probably doing the same twice over.

If they were equally beloved and hated by the world, trying to please everybody would only be self-sabotage. Instead, they could focus on those they loved. Then they would grow, make mistakes and learn, and mess up and start all over again.

They were bound to make plenty more. After all, they both had their moronic moments.

But they loved each other anyway.

Notes - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

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Yay!!! Thanks for reading. I worked on this for quite some time so I’m happy to get it out there.

And there will be a bonus drabble next week! ;)

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forgottenyear · 11 months

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[tw: blood / gore - clearly marked sections]

I got the attic storage space completed before the end of year two of the project. I need to move things from the basement to the attic, to make room for the new CNC Mill. The new machine arrived on Tuesday, just after I finished in the attic. I assembled that yesterday, and now I need to tune and to calibrate it.

[this part (one paragraph) may be a little disturbing because my kitty has cancer]

Everything is slowed because I have to give my little kitty tummy rubs. Her tumor is now visible on her left side and can be felt on either side. But she still gets around and has good and bad days for eating. I try to be available when she needs me.

[this part (the next three paragraphs) is very likely disturbing and a bit gory]

On Sunday, as I was installing the attic ladder, the spring-arm that helps to lift the ladder into the attic slipped and my head was in the way. It was not especially painful after the initial shock. I did not lose consciousness and I was not sick, dizzy, or confused after, but the amount of blood was so ridiculous. I got cleaned up and dressed the inch-long cut on my temple, then I went back to work in the attic. (Not be gratuitously gory, I did leave out a bit.)

Tuesday night, as I was changing the bandage, I noticed some redness around my eye. By Wednesday morning, yesterday, I had a bright red ring around my eye. I got in touch with my doctor’s office and they wanted me to go to urgent care for x-rays. At urgent care, they explained that x-rays do not show enough, and that even if they did detect a minor fracture, there is nothing they could do for it anyway. They did poke and prod to be sure there was no cause for worry and said it is a good bet that I do have a fracture. They explained that it is not unusual for a head wound to take a couple of days to find its way to an eye. They also told me that it should continue to get worse until the weekend, and then it should start slowly getting better.

Today I had sort of a cats-eye effect with a neat little sweep on the outside corner of my eye. The whole eye socket has been puffy. I cannot wait to see what is in store for tomorrow.

[all is clear as far as the goriness goes]

I shut down within seconds of seeing the first gory indication that this was more than just a bump on the head. My partner is not good with emergencies, so I was co-con while the unfused part took over.

We mostly went back to our usual roles in the system on Monday and Tuesday, but Wednesday was difficult again. I think we are still mostly co-con again.

Being co-con during projects is nice. Being co-con during emergencies is uncomfortable. I would not change the arrangement because the unfused part is better at this stuff than I am. But it is uncomfortable.

It is possible that it would be more uncomfortable without the unfused part, since they appear to have a greater tolerance for pain than I. And now it makes sense why it hurt only briefly.

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dailyaudiobible · 2 years

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10/12/2022 DAB Transcript

Jeremiah 19:1-21:14, 1 Thessalonians 5:4-28, Psalm 82:1-8, Proverbs 25:9-10

Today is the 12th day of October, welcome to the Daily Audio Bible. I am Brian and it is great to be here with you today, as we gather every day, take the next step forward together in the Scriptures. And our next step forward leads us back into the book of Jeremiah in the Old Testament and then we’re working our way through Paul's first letter to the Thessalonians in the New Testament. We’re reading from the Christian Standard Bible this week so, let's dive in Jeremiah chapters 19, 20 and 21 today.

Commentary:

Okay, so we concluded first Thessalonians today, in our reading, which means obviously we have new territory tomorrow and not so terribly new. Second Thessalonians is on deck and we'll talk about that tomorrow. But as we finish first Thessalonians, we see something that is a common characteristic in Paul's letters, he likes to list things out. Like, not just one example of something, but many examples of something so that the point is quite clear, but also so that it's comprehensive and helpful. And so, sometimes that these are lists of things that are to be avoided like the plague like, totally stay away from these things. Sometimes they’re characteristic of what we’re living into in our what our lives should look like. And often there's a couple of lists there we can contrast and go okay these things, remember when we were talking about clothes and our wardrobe, like somethings you cannot wear together, they don't go. Some things you can't mix together in your life because they won't work. So, first Thessalonians concludes with…with a list. So, let's take a look, “we ask you, brothers and sisters to give recognition to those who labor among you and lead you in the Lord and admonish you and to regard them very highly in love because of their work.” Okay, there's something we should do. “Be at peace among yourselves,” that’s something we should do. “We exhort you brothers and sisters, warn those who are idle,” something to do. “Comfort the discouraged,” again, something to do. “Help the weak. Be patient with everyone. See to it that no one repays evil for evil to anyone. Always pursue what is good for one another and for all. Rejoice always, pray constantly, give thanks in everything, for this is God's will for you, in Christ Jesus. Don't stifle the spirit. Don't despise prophecies. But test all things. Hold on to what is good, stay away from every kind of evil.” And so, wrapped up in this paragraph that brings first Thessalonians to its conclusion, we have a list of things we should do and we have a list of things we should not do. And this is the guy that has told us, there's nothing we can do to achieve salvation. So, and we, and I'm not denying that, I'm just saying but also, even though there's nothing we can do to achieve salvation, it should transform us to the point, like our faith is what we believe but living our faith or putting our faith into action, is what we do with it. And there are a couple ways that we can look at lists like this one. One, we can read it and look for the places where we struggle. For example, we could read from first Thessalonians today that we’re supposed to be patient with everyone, and we can think heck, I'm not patient with anyone. And then we could realize we got some work to do in the area of patience, and that can, that can compel us forward or that can heat condemnation upon us, where we feel like, I'll never, I’ll never be patient, I’ve never been patient, I’ll never be patient. I'm gonna fail at this. I'm an awful person. That's not the point, though. Godly conviction is important, that's where our conscience comes in. When we’re stepping into something that we know for sure is wrong and we do it anyway, we should feel conviction about that inside of ourselves, as children of the most-high God and correction from the Holy Spirit. But we can look at these lists and go, I'm a failure, I’m a failure on so many levels, I'm a failure, and walk away from anything like this just feeling like the Bible is speaking the truth to me, it is rightfully condemning me and so I am therefore condemned and I will walk around in condemnation, feeling like trash and a failure from this point forward, because I can't live up to these things. Or, we can look at the list like this and realize, this is what I am becoming, because of Jesus. This is what things are supposed to look like. And if I collaborate with that and move in that direction, then step-by-step, day-by-day, I get to become like this because this is what Jesus looks like, these are the things he avoided. These are the things he embraced, I get to become that and all I need is an open heart and to be paying attention and I have a bit of self-discipline and I can collaborate in becoming what I am supposed to be. And so, let's look at this list again with that in mind, this is where my life is heading. This is what I get to become, this is what I am to live into, this is the work of sanctification in me. And so, Paul says, give recognition to those who labor among you and lead you in the Lord and admonish you and regard them very highly in love because of their work. If you hate your pastor, if your pastor's message is what you have for Sunday lunch every day, by simply trashing your fellow congregants in the leadership of your church or anyone else that you consider to be in leadership spiritually in your life. Then we can look at this and go okay, I have some work to there, to do there. But we can also realize, this is the natural flow of my life. This is where things are headed. And so, we continue. “Warn those who are idle, comfort the discouraged, help the weak. Be patient with everyone.” This is what we are living into, this is what we get to become. “See to it that no one repays evil for evil to anyone. Always pursue what is good for one another and for all.” So, like even that last statement, is a statement essentially against being completely self-absorbed and selfish, which doesn't lead anywhere good. But we realize, this is where our lives are headed. When we are in collaboration with the Holy Spirit's leadership in our lives. “Rejoice always, pray constantly, give thanks in everything, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus. Don't stifle the spirit, don't despise prophecies, but test all things. Hold on to what is good, stay away from every kind of evil.” This is the trajectory of our story. This is what we get to become. This is what we are becoming. And so, we can read these lists and feel conviction because we’re failing in certain areas. But we can also realize, that doesn't have to be the rest of the story. This is the roadmap for where the stories going. I get to learn to rejoice always, it's part of my relationship with God. I get to pray constantly, I am never out of touch with the Lord, His presence is with me always, at all times. I get to give thanks in everything, I get to learn how to do that, even for things that would've sent to me over the top. That would've been the last straw, I can find gratitude even in those places. I get to be transformed like that, because of Jesus. That's good news because we all know our deficits and we work really, really hard to cover them. It’s tremendously encouraging to understand we’re not the only one in the story. This isn’t just our personal struggle that we’ll never overcome. The Holy Spirit is invested into moving us from darkness to light, from death to life, we get to become these things. Let's rejoice. Yes, there is work to do in all of us, thank God the work is being done, unless we are just simply rebelling against the change that the Holy Spirit brings in our lives. And one of the things we should know intuitively but also clearly in the Scriptures is that that doesn't work. We won’t rebel against the Holy Spirit and then harvest the fruit of the spirit in our lives. If we want the fruit of the spirit to be very evident in our lives, then we will have to collaborate and move in that direction. And the good news is, that our faith is moving us in that direction. If we’re not determined, to simply not follow the way, the path.

Prayer:

So, Holy Spirit, come into this we pray. It is such good news to know that You can transform what we cannot. Your power is vastly beyond our own and where our strength ends, Yours is barely even begun. All we have to do is rest and flow with where You are leading and going. And we see in letters, like this one from Paul, what that's going to look like. We understand, we fail at this a lot. But what it is such a comforting piece of good news to know, that we we’re never going to be successful on our own anyway. This is what we get to become because of You in our lives. And so, we take a deep breath and exhale it in relief, the utter relief of it. We get to become like You, unless we are absolutely determined to become anything but. And we get to see clearly where both of those choices will lead us in the Scriptures and we choose You, we choose light, we choose life, we choose the good news. Holy Spirit come, and lead us into all truth. We pray in Jesus’ name we ask. Amen.

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Prayer and Encouragements:

Hello, my wonderful DAB family, this is Rosie, also known as Great to Be Free in Jesus. I'm calling in today with a prayer request for my grandson, Daniel. I know I’ve called and asked for prayer for him, two or three times at least. He called me yesterday, wanting me to come pick him up. He says, someone had beat him with something like a baseball bat, which is something that has happened many times because the life that he has chosen to live. I told him I couldn’t come pick him up because I was working. But I know, what I'm going to do, if he calls me like that again. I'm going to tell him the only way I will come pick him, is to take him to get help. Because he told me yesterday, he didn’t have anywhere to go. So, it was very heartbreaking for me to not go get him. But I learned from my daughter, that I would only be enabling him, and I don't want to do that. So, please pray that God will get a hold of him and protect him. I love you, my DAB family. God bless you. Bye.

Hi, this is Jenny from Central PA. I’ve been listening since January 1st of this year. And I’m just so grateful for this family. The lady with the bed bug situation, I came across 2nd John 1:5 and 6 from the Passion Translation and I felt the Holy Spirit wanted me to share that with you, so be encouraged. People On the Water from Indiana, you shared that you’re suffering from depression and you’re opening a men’s life group in your college, and I just want to tell you, I can sense the fire of God inside of you. And I know that many men will be impacted with the ministry. And I see that even in, you know, through your depression, how God is using you and I just declare victory over your life, and you are more than a conqueror. Val, with your shoulder pain, you are a beautiful soul and I’m praying for supernatural healing and I’m trusting the Lord is gonna come in your situation. And the lady that called in with the pastor that was in Germany that had a car accident, I just pray that all of us together would agree as touching this one thing, that healing would come over his life. And the man who, Brian was one of your groomsmen, I just want you to be encouraged. I want to tell you, trust in the Lord and know that He resurrects the dead in the word of God, we see brings life to bones. So, He can surely resurrect your marriage. So, I pray the resurrection power over your marriage. I plead the blood of Jesus and that the covenant made 30 years ago, would still stand. And the man whose wife is pregnant and lost two children, I just wanna say that He sees you, He loves you. And I just decree that your wife’s womb is blessed and fertile. Love you DABers. Blessings to all. From Jenny, from Central PA. God Bless. Bye Bye.

After hearing the nameless gentlemen who requested prayer for his marriage, I was reflecting on my own separation from my husband, 5 years now. And realizing the need for prayer is really the restoration of the relationship between each individual and God. Because once that happens then the restoration of the relationship, here on this earth, can take place. So, Father, I lift up every person who has ever called in or is out there listening, who has gone through a crisis of their marriage and their relationship Father. And I pray that You would restore each individual to open their eyes and have a relationship with You God. A relationship that transcends all other relationships. And in that, Father, we ask healing in this physical realm of their relationship with one another. Thank You, Lord Jesus for that opportunity and that Spiritual healing that can take place, Father, in our lives. We just give You the glory. In Jesus name.

Hello, this is John Ransom calling from Budapest. I just wanted to let you know that about a month ago now, I’ve been meaning to call earlier. There was one day where two or three calls were about praying for our children and for the youth, both in the United States and around the world. And I’ve been meaning to call so, let’s go right to prayer about this. Abba, in the name of Jesus, I come before You, with the entire DAB family and we know it’s a critical hour in the world and it’s so important that we cover our children, our teenager, preteens, and young adults with a canopy of prayer and with the blood of Jesus for protection. We have been lax in this, we have been lax in understanding how important the youth leaders are, the Sunday Schools are. You know, as a matter of fact, we sing the praise to You and then, in many churches, the kids go off and we feel like, okay, well somebody’s got them and that’s the end of the story. But Father, we also lift up, especially the Youth Pastors, the song leaders, the activity coordinators. Also, those youth leaders that are there counseling the children one-on-one, they’re building those relationships, so that these kids have a safe person to talk to, along with their parents, of course. And Lord, we ask You to completely strengthen them. Give them the status they deserve. Give them all the support. Help us to remember to pray for those who take care of our children. And Lord, we ask You also, to rescue our children from all of the dangers, be they spiritual, threw the Satanic movements, pedophilia, then also the drugs of pentenyl and the mobbing and the bullying at schools. And You would fill them with the power and the presence of Jesus and just make them immune to the terrible messages from this culture. And we ask of this in the name of Jesus. Amen.

Hey DAB family, this is Jeramiah, God Gives Good Gifts. And I could just use your prayer right now. I’m a trucker for UPS and I’m over the road right now. I’m headed to Sioux Falls, South Dakota. And I haven’t been here in almost 40 years. It’s where I visited my dad when he was in the state penitentiary when I was just a little boy, at 8-years-old. I have an 8-year-old son now. And just getting flooded with a lot of pain and just remembering a lot of the abuse that I went through. And it’s just, I’m having a hard time facing it. And even though it’s so long ago, it’s still is in there. And I know a lot of you guys understand that, that we go through hard things and other people’s choices can really cause us a lot of pain for our life and really break our hearts. And I’m just asking for your prayers of strength and healing. And that I would be able to go to a new level in my forgiveness for my dad and my mom. And that God would just continue to heal me, continue to make me a father that He wants me to be. And thank you so much for your prayers. I listen every day and I pray for all of you. I love you. And I’m so grateful that I can just bare my heart to you. So, God Bless you guys. Jeramiah, God Gives …

Hello DAB family, this is God’s Tree, for I have many branches but I’m rooted in the word of God. I’m coming to you this evening asking for a prayer request for my little cousin, she goes by the name of Ty. She has suffered with Juna Diabetes all her life and she struggle; she’s spent 75% of her life in hospital. And she’s 29 now and she had a stoke on dialysis today and she stopped breathing. They were able to resuscitate her but at the same time she got a call from the hospital, saying that, she has a pancreas and kidney transplant on the way. So, they stabilized her tonight. And they’re air lifting her to Charleston. And prayerfully, she would get this transplant and she would be healed totally on this side of glory. Our families really emotional right now. We’re all praying for this little girl so that she could have a full life. She’s never had normal things that other teenagers have had experiences, cause she stay sick all the time. So, I ask You to send Your angels God, be with her tonight and her mother and her father. And I pray God, that this transplant will take, and it would make her whole, Lord. And I also pray God, for the soul that was lost because, providing this transplant. May You bless that soul and bless that family as they grieve for their loss Lord. But let them see Your glory in Ty’s life. Please pray for her. Please pray for her. We need all the prayers that we can get right now. Bless this little girl. I thank you. God Bless you and I continue to pray for you.

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Where is the cursed blog? I'm having an existential crisis. What happened to it?

The cursed blog is exactly where I left it lmao I just don't post anymore because it was very time consuming and I couldn't focus on anything else anymore so I had to take a step back. It's not over though, it'll be back

#witchy's ask booth #I was planning to have it active again like a month ago actually but y'know things never go and planned #I was like 'I wanna finish this fanfic I know I can do it I know I can get it posted at the end of july'#WELL LOOK AT US HUH #like jesus christ is it still even worth it. I hate that I have to ask myself that #yes. yes it IS worth it I like that story and I love the cursed blog #but when the summertime blues gets in the way it's hard to pretend it's not there #and let me complain for a second. just today the temperatures are like 37 degrees and I have no air conditioning. I can barely breathe #the fan does nothing except giving me a cold in the middle of fuckin July #and if the heat wasn't enough what really kills you where I live is the dampness in the air. everything is so sticky #you can barely breathe and you get angry w everyone bc of that bc it's SO frustrating #I can't even stand up for fuck's sake everytime I risk to just. have a pressure drop and end up face down on the floor #so yeah excuse me if I can't really do anything productive the environment where I live has decided to attack me personally #today should be the last day of the heatwave so hopefully tomorrow is gonna rain down the armageddon as it's supposed to be in mid-august #hopefully I'll get some brain cells back and idk write a goddamn paragraph of my story???#I swear that fic is like holding me hostage lmao I can't do anything else before I finish it #like this is taking the piss I just want to get over w it I long for the day I'll finally post it. it'll be so liberating #and that's what untreated adhd will get you to #anyway yeah the bastard blog will be back as soon as I'll be allowed to exist this has been a psa

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skirt chasers — drabble iv

THIS IS A SKIRT CHASERS DRABBLE - FIND THE OTHERS HERE ! SUMMARY Jungkook was a man. A skirt chaser. He could only withstand so much torture before he broke, and seeing your gorgeous, smooth legs on display after so many weeks of starvation awoke an ancient being inside of him. WARNINGS JK POV!!!, attempted solo masturbation, k*ssing, jk’s extensive knowledge of pornos, grinding, cunnilingus, face sitting, spit kink, light choking, praise kink, self nipple play, a love for boobies, unprotected sex, use of the pull out method, i love u kink, its kinda hinted tht oc has a somnophilia kink? not rlly but tagging just in case -_- RATING m (18+) WC 6.3k this can't even classified as a drabble anymore wtf

NOTES i have had this in my drafts since may 3. it is december 21. everyone point n laugh. anyway i very much love stimbo sc jk and i think he’s very cool so here’s a whopping 6k of the inner mechanisms of his big nerdy, college hottie brain <3

He doesn’t notice you’ve drifted off until he’s three solid paragraphs into his semester-long research paper. “Babe, can you toss me my charger it’s over…”

Jungkook swears he’s gonna take every single one of those stupid skirts and burn them to ashes. They had done their duty well, had given him the girlfriend of his dreams, but now they were just pushing their luck. What was once the epitome of a cute and sweet girlfriend, has now become the bane of Jungkook’s existence. He loathed them, he hated them, he could go twenty million decades without ever seeing them again because the torture they inflicted upon him was borderline inhumane.

Holy fuck, he knew you were gorgeous— hello, he was your boyfriend, thinking you were gorgeous was very high on the list of requirements you searched for in someone of his position —but he’s absolutely positive that you’re probably the sexiest woman he’s ever seen in all his twenty-two years. And Jungkook’s seen a lot of porn. Like, a lot.

He can’t help himself. Before Jungkook knows it, he’s rolling his desk chair over to where you’re sprawled across his bed, skin so soft where it presses against his pillow, lips so plush, and he’s pretty sure there’s a tiny, tiny droplet of drool begging to escape from between your puckered lips. Normally, he’d tease you to hell and back for this, knows how flustered you become when he catches you off guard, but today he lets it slide in favor of focusing on something else about your dozing form.

It’s the soft curve of your hips from where you lay on your side, smooth legs tucked close to you, and that goddamn pleated skirt giving you absolutely no protection from the eyes of the world around you. Luckily, he made sure to lock the door to his room when you came over today. And he’s almost positive Taehyung isn’t home anyway. So there’s no potential roommate to see you here, cuddled against Jungkook’s teddy bear, blue lace panties tucked between your folds.

They were his favorite.

Adorable and soft, and he knows that particular style— the cheeky kind —is your preferred style, because it’s the one he sees almost every time the two of you fuck. Seamless, because you hate when they tug against your skin, and baby blue simply because it was your favorite color. He can’t recall the last time they had been so exposed like this.

God, how many times had this same situation occurred? You dropping by to encourage him to do his homework, before eventually falling asleep and leaving him to his own devices. A lot of times, Jungkook guesses, because each and every time you wake up and nab one of his protein bars from the stash by his bed. Jungkook’s gone through four boxes in the last month.

But how many times had this happened with you in a skirt? Never. This was a rarity.

As the year progressed and yours and Jungkook’s relationship reached new levels of intimacy and adoration, Jungkook is sad to say the skirts had begun appearing less and less. It was winter and, unlike the furnace that was Jungkook’s body, he’s pretty sure you were a cold-blooded reptilian at this point, always leeching off of him for warmth. So since you couldn’t stand the cold, the skirts slowly faded into the background, replaced by Jungkook’s second favorite: the leggings.

He was no complainer, Jungkook respected your decisions! He wasn’t going to pressure you into wearing those cute tiny skirts he loved so much just because it fueled some PornHub-esque fantasy in his brain, especially not as a harsh winter descended upon you and the days became colder. He would not risk a sick girlfriend in the name of a horndog daydream.

But holy mother of pearl, Jungkook was a man. A skirt chaser. He could only withstand so much torture before he broke, and seeing your gorgeous, smooth legs on display after so many weeks of starvation awoke an ancient being inside of him.

Sure he’d seen them every time you guys fucked— duh. But this was not the same. It was different, seeing the tender skin of your inner thigh when he knew you weren’t trying to, your skirt stuck between you and the bed as you shifted about. It was different, knowing he could so easily have you, just flip up the skirt and tug your underwear to the side, not having to worry about fighting your leggings or skinny jeans down your legs. It was different and it was good, so painstakingly good, to have you in the skirt, but the worst part was Jungkook couldn’t even do anything because you were fucking sleeping.

He’d subconsciously pictured you like this for weeks, sprawled out on his sheets in the flimsiest clothing and ready for him to just slide right in, but Jungkook was a good boy—you’d told him as much just last week when he’d paid the bus fare for that ragtag group of teenagers, smiling up at him like he was your entire world. Was he sometimes a little too mean, a little too wild? Yes. But at his core, Jungkook lived for your praise. He couldn’t just stomp on that title you’d so lovingly bestowed upon him, a title he’d worked hard for since!

Furthermore, even if Jungkook wasn’t a good boy, to touch you in your sleep just seemed wrong. You’d mentioned in passing once that you wouldn’t mind as long as it was him (“I’m yours,” you had purred at some party, hand crawling down his abdomen, “your doll, remember?”), but Jungkook couldn’t bring himself to when you were so vulnerable and just… not there. It wouldn’t feel right to use your body when you weren’t awake, and no amount of encouragement from you would change his mind.

So he does what all good boys do and prepares himself for a quick, self-administered handfuck.

Sue him, his girlfriend was hot!

It’d been a little over two weeks since the last time the two of you had fucked, and it was mostly his fault; clinicals and research papers had practically consumed what little free time he had in his schedule. And if Jungkook remembers correctly, he wouldn’t be that lucky this upcoming week either. Something tells him your period was approaching.

Jungkook doesn’t know what type of sorcery you’ve done to him, but in the time you’ve been dating, it’s become increasingly more and more difficult to nut without you. Whether that be fucking you, listening to your voice, or just imagining your pretty face in his head, you held a monopoly over Jungkook’s libido, one that he feared you’d never let go.

He had years stacked on years of browsing PornHub and Brazzers, can recall experiencing some of the craziest orgasms of his life while watching some girl get fucked. All things come to an end. Ever since he started dating you, not even his favorite video could make him hard anymore. Oh, how the great have fallen.

But with your blue panties before him, his cock hardens by the minute, nearly doubles in size when you move about and sigh a heavenly sound. Frankly, he doesn’t feel bad jerking one off to the thought of you. You were his girlfriend! He knows that you know that you’re the main character of all his right-handed adventures, and you’re not going to be mad at him for jerking off to you now. In fact, Jungkook imagines you’d be mad if he’d woken you up just for some frenzied quickie. This way, he’s blowing off some steam and you’re getting an extra ten minutes of napping. Everyone wins.

He’s barely tugged himself out of the confines of his sweats when a soft mumble of his name has his soul leaving his body. “Kook?”

“Baby,” he exhales, immediately tucking himself back into his underwear before moving closer towards you. You roll onto your back, skirt useless as fuck, he thinks, as it sprawls around your waist. “What’s up?” he murmurs, voice gentle, a hand carding through the nape of your neck because that’s how you always wake him up. Jungkook would be a liar to say it wasn’t one of the best feelings in the world.

You say something, but it’s a mess of gibberish and too quiet for him to understand, before turning on your side again and shuffling closer to him. Jungkook smiles, runs the tips of his fingers over your cheek, before moving to caress your back, massaging some feeling back into your muscles. Some more mumbled words, but this time he deciphers them as something along the lines of “c’mere.”

He chuckles, ducking down to kiss your cheek. “Don’t wanna interrupt your nap, baby,” he hums. “Go back to sleep.”

You whine in protest, suddenly catching his hand in yours. “Please,” you sigh, eyes fluttering open, but they’re unfocused as you gaze at him. Jungkook clenches his teeth. Technically he should be working on that twelve page research paper, and even just trying to jerk off right now would have been a huge setback. Crawling into bed with you, where you’re so sinfully laid out for him to take, would completely offset his plans until tomorrow. He had to be a responsible student here.

“I really gotta finish my paper…” he says, trying to let you down as gently as possible, flashing you an apologetic gaze. He thinks he has it in the bag, and your extended silence almost has him rolling back to his desk, when you suddenly snap into action.

“But what about your dick,” you murmur, and Jungkook chokes.

“My what—?” he splutters, voice a little too high.

You say nothing, craning your neck to release a series of cracks, soft huffs leaving your lips. Jungkook’s on edge the whole time, eyes following the movement of your neck, the hypnotizing expanse of skin that bares itself to him. “Saw your hand down your pants,” you say, eyes blinking open, and though they’re droopy with sleep, at least you can hold them open this time.

Jungkook laughs nervously, rubbing a hand against the back of his neck in embarrassment. “You saw that?” A soft hum. He wants to die. “Ah, baby, don’t worry about it. Know you’re tired, so just nap,” he sighs, caressing the back of your head once again, and he thinks he’s finally convinced you so he lets his guard down.

You moan softly, and he’s almost entirely sure it’s one of those waking up types of sounds, the ones you make when you’re stretching around the bed in the morning. “Want your cock.”

Jungkook swears he’ll die, right here, right now.

He groans, lowers his head to rest on the mattress. “Jesus, fuck, baby,” he huffs, has to count to ten to will the stirring of his slowly hardening cock away for the second time that day. “Don’t say stuff like that when you’re half asleep, please.”

You ignore him, the hand that had been wrapped around his wrist tugging him closer. You barely succeed, muscles still so weak, but Jungkook humors you and rolls his chair right beside your head, where he ducks down to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Noooo,” you whine when he draws away too quickly.

A laugh blossoms in his chest, and Jungkook proceeds to rain down a series of kisses on your pretty face before he can stop himself. You melt under his touch, his affection, and Jungkook adores the way your body is so soft and pliant like this, back arching towards him after he places a hand on your waist.

“Come here,” you urge, voice a quiet plea. So soft, so needy.

Jungkook malfunctions for just a second before he’s clambering over you on the bed, manhandling your body until you're both on your sides, facing each other, with you pressed tightly to his chest. Even with your hands brushing up and down his back in the way that sends every nerve in Jungkook’s body tingling, and your leg thrown over his hip, some stupid part of him convinces himself you’re just cold, trying to warm up after walking around campus in that tiny little skirt all day. He cuddles you as best as he can.

And even with his dick twitching in his pants and his caveman instincts yelling at him to thrust up into your inviting core, Jungkook remains as professional as someone in a relationship can be when in bed with their lover. He’s so stuck on his self-control that he almost doesn’t hear the snort you muffle against his neck.

“What are you doing?” you laugh, reaching up to pinch his cheek. Jungkook blinks, eyes wide like a doe caught in headlights. “Are we gonna fuck or what?”

He chokes. He doesn’t even try to muffle his reaction like other times, because the way you’re looking at him and the heel you press against the back of his thigh preoccupies his thoughts instead. Your hands are still tracing along his back, melting him with your dainty touches. “Baby?” you question after he’s been silent too long, distracted by the way you use that hooked leg to tug your bodies closer.

“You… you’re still asleep,” Jungkook says, though it’s definitely a question.

You scoff, a smile curling around your features. “Mm, definitely not asleep,” you tease, and shift to push him onto his back, wiggling on top of him until those baby blue panties are pressed against his quickly hardening member. “Why? Wanted to touch me when I was asleep?” you continue, and Jungkook’s eyes nearly burst out of their sockets.

“No!” he exclaims, hands clutching your hips in alarm. He can tell he surprises you, because your eyes go wide for a brief second. “Never…” he mumbles afterwards, looking away from your imploring gaze. “Only like you when you’re awake.”

You sigh, pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek that makes his heart flood with adoration for you. “You’re a good boy, Jungkook,” you say back, just as quietly. “A blueprint for the perfect man.” Another kiss, this time against the corner of his mouth that makes Jungkook’s hands twitch against your sides.

A soft moan tears itself from his throat, fingers digging into your hips as you slowly roll them against him. The heat emanating from your core seeps past the thin barrier of his sweatpants, makes his cock twitch in his boxers. He knows how it feels inside of you, has your body memorized like the back of his hand. But it’s in moments like these that he finds himself aching for you, desperate to feel the fluttering walls of your pussy, the pitiful whimpers that fall from your kiss swollen lips. And, well. The skirt makes it all too easy.

He places two hands on the backs of your thighs, runs them up until he’s pushing your skirt up over your waist. You pull away from his lips with a sneaky little smile, pointer finger stroking down the side of his face lazily. “Mm?” you tease, leaving a coy little peck against his mouth. “Now you wanna touch?” Jungkook rolls his eyes, snaps his teeth at your wandering finger when you draw it too close to his mouth. The giggle you let out is so damn precious, makes him want to put you in a glass case and never let anyone else touch you. Coincidentally, it also makes him want to rail you into the mattress until you cry.

“I’ll fucking ruin you, doll,” he settles on murmuring, subtly pushing you down against him. A soft giggle. Jungkook knows it’s your favorite nickname, even if you won’t admit it. He's the only one allowed to call you it, something about his intentions being pure or whatever, he’s not really sure. Anyway, you’re still so cute and soft on top of him, blinking slowly and prettily, so he’s dragging it out a bit, hoping you’ll become more alert in a few more minutes.

As sleepy as you may be, you never miss out on a chance to rile him up. “As if, doll,” you retort, his nickname for you rolling off your tongue seamlessly. It sounds heavenly, sparks this weird emotion in him that he never considered before. Him, a doll? No way. But there’s something about the sweet lilt of your voice, the starry-eyed gaze you level him with, that has him throwing all reservations aside. Put him on a shelf and call him Barbie, because he would be anything you wanted him to be.

Anyway, Jungkook’s sappy thoughts last all of two seconds before he’s rolling you over, successfully trapping you beneath his body. “Oh, so scary,” you feign, hands fluttering to clutch at your chest.

He glides his hands down your body, let’s them trail over your hip and down the side of your thigh. “Don’t get sassy with me,” he warns, thumb peeking beneath the hem of your skirt. Jungkook really wants to burn the piece of fabric this time, because after all that time it spent torturing him with its halfhearted attempts at covering you, it chooses now to do it properly.

Hands are thrown around his shoulders, the overwhelming scent of your perfume and body wash tickling his nose when you pull him in for another kiss. “Or what?” you purr, irises swirling with lust. “Gonna use your manly man strength to hold me down?”

He shushes you with a kiss, slow and languid just how you like. Your taste is familiar, feels like coming home, so Jungkook can’t be blamed for getting too carried away. It starts gentle— it always does. But then a tiny mewl gets stuck in your throat, the following moan swallowed by his tongue, and Jungkook nearly loses it. He nips at your bottom lip, waits patiently for you to open up for him, and when you do he wastes no time diving in. Your tongue against his is slick and wet, makes the most lewd sound. Your little sharp intakes of air fill the gaps, shuddery breaths that Jungkook takes as a good sign.

He strikes while the iron is still hot.

It’s amidst your lazy kissing that he secures his hands around your waist, two reassuring squeezes thrown your way before he’s abruptly rolling onto his back again. “Kook!” you squeal, clutching at the front of his shirt. A pouty frown paints your face, sleepy eyes narrowing him with a rather unimpressed look, tainted with the barest hints of confusion.

Jungkook grins, reaching back to yank his pillow out from beneath his head. “On my face,” he commands suddenly, and you snort.

“What?” you ask a little incredulously, leaning back to level him with an even more lost expression. “Since when do we do that?”

Jungkook shrugs. “Since I decided twenty seconds ago,” he answers rather bluntly. You still don’t look too convinced. It’s not a position the two of you have ever tried. You’re a little on the sappy side, always like to look at his face while you fuck, hold his cheeks in your palms, kiss him sweetly. On the one hand, Jungkook totally gets it; he’ll proudly admit that the sight of your orgasming face paired with your fantastic tits have done him many favors these past few months.

However, Jungkook is a lover of head. Giving or receiving, it’s very high on his list of sexual acts and whoever invented oral deserved all the praise in the world. Not only did you look drop dead gorgeous with his cock in your mouth— tears trailing down your cheeks, drool clinging to the corners of your lips —but you also looked absolutely sexy receiving it.

Kinda.

Probably.

Okay, so maybe Jungkook can’t really say, considering he always has a hard time catching a glimpse of your face when he’s down there licking and slurping your clit like a madman. Which is what leads him to this exact moment, an experiment weeks in the making. Jungkook has a theory that needs to be tested. “Please ride the fuck out of my face,” he tries, hoping the polite tone will win you over.

He’s met with an eye roll. Still, you’re kinder than you let on. “Okay,” you give in, and Jungkook will remember your heroism for the rest of his life. “But only because being on top is empowering.” He just barely contains an over-enthusiastic fist pump into the air, settling on a rather modest smile that has you leaning down to kiss him again. You reach for the zipper on the side of your skirt. “Just let me—“

“The skirt stays on,” he says quickly, hand on your wrist to stop you from removing his most favorite article of clothing.

“Baby,” you say, giving him a rather serious look. “It’ll cover your face.”

“It won’t,” he urges, reaching for the buttons on your blouse instead. Jungkook has had one too many encounters with tops like these, and has long since learned not to tear them apart like a crazed psycho. As much as he loves the sound of your buttons scattering across his bedroom floor, he can’t say he’s too fond of the scolding he inevitably gets afterwards. Anyway, the shirt comes off and so does your bra, leaving your tits in his face, tiny skirt on your hips. “Get up here,” he murmurs, ushering you up his body until your knees are pressing into the mattress right above his shoulders.

If it was up to Jungkook, he would have just grabbed your hips and shoved his face against your pussy. Luckily, it’s not, and your common sense shines through just in time. “One sec,” you say, and then finally, finally, the blue panties come off.

And then it’s just Jungkook and your glistening pussy.

“Holy fuck,” he groans, taking the opportunity to wrap his arms around your thighs. You squeak when he pulls you closer, hand instinctively reaching for the front of your skirt to hold away from his face. The view from here is heavenly, just your swollen clit, gorgeous tits, and shy face.

The muscles in your thighs are a little stiff. Or maybe you’re just nervous. Jungkook isn’t sure, all he knows is that it takes one encouraging tug for you to finally sit on his face. He doesn’t even register the surprised gasp that leaves your throat because he’s too busy tasting your pussy from an all new position. And it’s absolutely amazing.

Something about the position, having you carefully poised above him, does something to Jungkook. He likes to think he knows your body inside and out, knows what makes you melt and what makes you scream. He knows just how to lap at your cunt until you’re cumming, and how many fingers it takes for you to really feel it. But it’s like having you in this position changes all of that, rearranges all the tidbits of information Jungkook has spent months collecting.

(Jungkook is a meticulous man; he’s got a near perfect GPA right now that was the direct result of his carefully crafted note-taking techniques. Whether or not he abused the power of his perfectionist learning abilities to master the mechanisms of his girlfriend’s libido was no one's business but his own.)

One kitten lick against your swollen pearl makes you buck forward, clit brushing against his nose. Jungkook can’t remember you ever doing that on the first lick. “O- oh my—,” you cry, all airy and whiny. Your hand is pressed to the wall behind his bed, the other bunching the front of your skirt just above your mound. He’s rather happy to learn that, just as he’d hypothesized, this position does give him a better view of you.

He’s graced with the sight of your face, twisted up in pleasure. It’s the stereotypical eyes squeezed shut, lip caught between your teeth look. But there’s something different about it knowing that he’s gotten this reaction out of you with his mouth alone.

Jungkook quickly repositions you over him, tugging you back until his tongue is lined up with the front of your slit. You’re so warm down here, make him feel like he’s drowning with your heady scent alone. Tentatively, he lets his tongue dip between your folds, the very tip nudging your swollen clit. A moan tears itself from your throat, the hand that had been flush against the wall suddenly jumping forward to bury itself in his hair. “Oh- oh, fuck,” you shiver, hips jolting forward once more.

You taste good on his tongue, the arousal that coats your lips is sticky and sweet. When he laps his tongue along your folds, quivering hole to stiffened bud, you let out a sob that resonates deeply within Jungkook. And also Jungkook’s cock, which stirs beneath his trousers in excitement. What was once the focus of his mission, a quick handfuck to sedate himself before finishing his research paper, has long since been forgotten. It’s for the greater good, he tells himself, blinking up at you from between your thighs.

Eye contact lasts for exactly three seconds before you’re looking away bashfully, the fist clutching at your skirt trembling against your tummy. You’re so fucking pretty, Jungkook’s heart can’t take it.

And so he sets out on a mission to make you cum as soon as possible, abandoning his slow kitten licks in favor of suctioning his lips around your clit. “Kook,” you wail, tugging at his hair. Whether you do it purposely or not, Jungkook is a little shocked by how good the pain feels. It’s not an emotion he can ponder long, because then you’re using that same grip in his hair to tilt his head backwards, jerkily moving over him.

It’s rough and sudden, the buck against his face, but Jungkook loves it. The drag of your pussy against his lips, the wet glide of your juices smearing across his chin and Cupid’s bow. It all feels so good, and the fact Jungkook is getting a front row seat to the absolutely torn look on your face is just the cherry on top.

Jungkook has seen you make a lot of faces. He’s seen you shiver and drool as he nails you into your bed. He’s seen you sniffle and sob as he slowly fucks you in a rose petal filled bubble bath (a six month anniversary special planned by yours truly). He’s even seen your mirrored reflection fall apart as you bounced away on his lap in front of a mirror.

He’s never seen you like this before.

Needy and desperate, moaning his name softly, practically humping his face in your greed. Tiny skirt clutched against your waist, tits bouncing as you hurriedly grind against him. He has half the mind to burn this scene into his eyelids for the rest of his life.

He’s given up on doing anything with his tongue, simply sticking it out for you to do as you wish. Normally, he’s not a huge fan of letting you do things yourself. After all, Jungkook was your boyfriend. Making you cum was his job. But you’re moving so fast, so frantic, in your mission to cum. So Jungkook sits back and lets you go to town on his mouth as a series of moans spill from your lips.

And then something unforgivable happens.

Jungkook will admit it: he’s staring at you almost a little too dreamily, heart eyes and all. He thinks you’re fucking hot, taste like heaven and have these absolutely delicious boobs bouncing up and down. He’s a little distracted by your glorious figure that he doesn’t notice one crucial bit of information.

Your hand.

The desperate need to cum has your muscles weakening, thighs moving at a latent pace, and, much to Jungkook’s horror, hands trembling. It’s your own pleasure that lets the unimaginable happen: your skirt flutters down. Your grip on it loosens and before Jungkook knows it, the sight of your pretty face and nice tits are gone, snatched away before his very eyes. Even your wet cunt is impossible to see, his world suddenly shrouded in darkness.

Leave it to Jungkook to foil his own horny plan with, well, his horniness. If only he wasn’t so hopelessly in love with the image of you in skirts. Maybe then he could bask in the beauty that was you riding his face.

He acts fast, reaching for the material before he can miss out on anything. But the angle is weird, and without Jungkook’s hands holding your hips, you’re left weakly rolling forward instead. And he’s not the only one frustrated with this turn of events, your face quickly returning to its normal composed form as you level him with a frown. “Everything okay?” you pant.

Everything was not okay, but Jungkook isn’t sure how to tell you that without ruining this delicate moment. So he tries to show you with actions instead, releasing the skirt he’s got in his fist and letting it flutter over his face again. You giggle. “I told you so.”

It takes more willpower than he’d like to admit to pull away from your wet folds, pulling off with a lewd sound that has you biting your lip as you gaze down at him. “I told you so,” he mimics, a little mean but you don’t take it to heart. “Hold your skirt up.”

You hum, the grip on his hair loosening as you push away his dark locks instead. “Mmmm,” you hum. “No.”

“No?” he repeats, actually really scandalized. Okay, so he’s a little spoiled when it comes to you— it’s not his fault! You made him like this, conditioned him to think that you would always give into his every whim because you were just so sweet and considerate and wanted him to be happy. And Jungkook also wants you to be happy, and in his opinion, being happy right now means having him fuck your pretty brains out for ever getting sassy with him.

“I don’t listen to men,” you tease, followed by a cute little nod, skin still a little warm from your looming orgasm. Jungkook takes advantage of your tiny moment of weakness, and strikes like a viper.

A girlish squeal leaves your lips, hands stretching outwards as he knocks you backwards onto the mattress. “Jungkook,” you gasp, sprawled out artfully, beautifully, over his sheets now. He doesn’t waste a second longer, crawling over your body until you’re a shivering mess beneath him.

Hand against your throat, the other blindly reaching for the front of his sweatpants. “What is it, doll?” he drawls meanly, reveling in the way your eyes roll back when his newly-freed cock lands against your slit. A choked gasp leaves your throat, lashes fluttering wildly until Jungkook loosens his grip.

You’ve done a nice job riling yourself up, lips squelching wet and loose when he runs the tip of his cock along them. Your knees are pulled up for him, spread perfectly for him to fit between. You’re so good for him, Jungkook feels a little bad for how hard he’s going to fuck you now.

The sympathy doesn’t last long.

Once upon a time, you had been the epitome of a cute and sweet girlfriend. Had picked him up from class, encouraged him to do his homework, wore these cute little skirts around campus. Deep down inside, Jungkook knew everyone else was jealous of him— you were just so pretty and cute, a girl straight out of everyone’s dreams.

Until he sunk his horny claws into you. Jungkook will be the first to admit he spends a little too much time browsing porn sites— he’s a man, cut him some slack —which had never caused him any problems before. Even when the two of you were just friends (pining ones at that), you had never seemed even remotely affected by his extensive pornographical knowledge. It was a known fact among your friend group that Jungkook’s best friend was his right hand.

But then, of course, you started dating Jungkook and it was like a save file of all his horniest fantasies was downloaded directly into your brain. Which leads him to this.

“Spit in my mouth,” you shiver, got these huge, watery eyes pointed his way. His cock twitches.

There’s a little groan that tears itself from his throat when he leans forward, cock sliding along your folds, to grasp your chin between his fingers. “Open,” he commands, and you do. Your lower lip quivers, tongue pressed against it as you wait for Jungkook to spit down your mouth. He can’t say he regrets letting you peek through his porn stash, not when it leads to this, you whimpering at the hot glob of saliva he shoots down your throat. “Filthy,” he pants, memorizing the movement of your throat when you swallow like the good girl you are.

Before he can write another twelve sonnets about that dazed look on your face, he’s roughly grabbing at your thigh. You whine, limbs so pliant beneath his touch, letting him hike your knee over his forearm as he tugs you closer. “Fuck,” he groans, reaching down to align himself with your quivering hole. You’re still so wet, make the most lewd sound when he sinks into you. Not that Jungkook really hears it, the sound of your strained moans practically drowning everything else out.

“Fuck,” you cry, one hand clutching at his forearm, the other toying with your breast. It’s a magnificent sight, and Jungkook is suddenly feeling a little cocky when he realizes he’s the only one who gets to see this. It’s this presumptuous nature that fuels the first round of thrusts into your cunt, fast and full. He makes sure you feel every inch of him, tip to base, as he pistons his hips forward. “J— Jungkook,” you pant, back arching beneath him.

You take it so well, walls sucking him in every time he draws back out. “I’ve got you, doll,” he moans, hiking your leg further over his shoulder. Every roll of his hips has your tits bouncing back and forth, lower lip as well with the dopey, open-mouthed look you got on for him. And the damned skirt that got him here, fucking you with a punishing pace, sits perfectly around your waist. He has half the mind to take it off for you, briefly wonders if it hurts, but just looking at it reminds him of about thirty-seven pornos he’s seen. So it stays on, works alongside your lovestruck face to actively rewrite all those pornos anew with you starring in them instead.

It sure helps when you start your usual mindless babbling. “I love you,” you gasp, face screwed up in pleasure. “I- I love you so much.”

He’s contemplating doing a study on you and your weird mid-fuck confessions. You do this a lot, and while Jungkook doesn’t mind, it sure does leave him curious. “Love you too, baby,” he says anyway, repositioning his arms so he can hold your waist with both hands.

“Really?” you ask, voice so whiny, eyes brimming with tears. From emotion or your need to cum, Jungkooks not sure. (Hence the need for a study!)

Another brutal thrust that has you moaning loudly. “Really,” he reassures you, glancing down to watch his cock sink into your hole as he picks up the pace. Your arms are practically limbless, and his stomach is beginning to feel tight. The end was soon. “Love your pretty little face.”

Another whine, your fingers pulling at your pebbled nipples. “M- My pretty face?” you whimper, blink these long lashes up at him. They make Jungkook go a little mad, bring on a wave of jackhammer thrusts that cut your moans into choppy little cries instead.

“Prettiest girl I know,” he groans, not once stopping the movement of his hips. You’re quivering like a leaf beneath him, your entire body locking up as Jungkook guides you toward orgasm. “A fucking doll, baby— so beautiful for me,” he praises.

It’s exactly what you want to hear— secretly, Jungkook hypothesizes that you’re a little bit of an attention whore —crying out when he slows to a grind against you. Each roll of his hips has him rubbing over your swollen bud, leaves you trembling until you’re eventually unraveling beneath him. “Oh- Oh, fuck— Jungkook—“ you sob, writhing beneath him as you cream his cock.

Your tits look amazing, nipples stiff from your arousal and all the attention you’d been giving them. Your features soften, gasps framed by your pillowy lips. As Jungkook has said before, your pretty face was the most dangerous weapon.

He manages a few more pistons of his hips, mostly for reputation sake, before he’s eventually pulling out. His right hand, once the sole hero of his solo sessions, makes a valiant return now as he jacks himself off over you. It takes a few harsh pulls of his cock until he’s spurting his jizz over you, painting your tummy and your tits in white ribbons of cum. You flinch, a tiny whimper leaving your throat at the mess he makes. “Fuck,” he groans one last time.

When it’s over, you have the audacity to shyly pull down the front of your skirt. As if your tits aren’t out and about, but Jungkook pretends he doesn’t see it. Instead, he channels his energy into peppering your face in kisses. “Best girl,” he praises, even though he knows you hate the nickname. “My beautiful feminist queen.”

A pinch against his cheek. It hurts like hell, but he endures it for now, still very much in love with your performance today. “Get me a towel,” you huffily ask, uncomfortable with the jizz sticking to your tummy, as if he didn’t spit in your mouth a few minutes ago.

His research paper is waiting for him at his desk, the materials he’d spent weeks collecting waiting to be typed up. But his girlfriend is so soft and sleepy, asking him to stay for another nap.

There was never a choice.

#networkbangtan #bangtanhq #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook smut #jjk♡#jjk smut #jungkook fic #jeon jungkook fic #jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook x reader #bts smut #bts fic #bts jungkook #mine #skirtfic

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supernova-cas · 3 years

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so @itsinjustbeing made this post and @mochadean added the tags and I wrote a little thing about Dean studying for his GED.

The humidity surrounded him like a thick coat, seeping into the kitchen through the window screens, barely held at bay by the old fan whirring about two inches from Dean’s face. He wiped at his face with one hand, the other pushing down at the page he was reading, trying to stop the flapping page from flying away and taking the prep book with it. He was just on the verge of finishing the chapter, pen between his teeth as he ran his finger down the page when he heard the car pull up. Within moments he was up, the book flipped over and shoved far away from him, his own hands around a half-assembled rifle. By the time the screen door slammed shut he looked, for all intents and purposes, like he was just taking care of his weapon.

It was a moment before he heard the tell-tale sound of Bobby’s thick boots scuffing the floor and he sagged slightly, the tension draining out of him even before Bobby came into the kitchen and spoke

“You can put that down, boy, it’s just me.” He came in, groceries on one arm, a takeout bag on the other. “Brought dinner. Get your shit off the table and we can eat.”

“Thanks.” Dean put the rifle down sheepishly, and picked his book back up. He piled it up with the notebook he’d been writing in, the three different pens and the odd blue highlighter Bobby had found in a drawer somewhere that made up his studying tools. He dropped them down on the couch before coming back to join Bobby.

They ate in a comfortable silence for a bit before Bobby spoke up.

“I told you this morning. Your dad’s halfway across the country, he’s not coming back for another few weeks. Trust me, there’re plenty of jobs up there, and he’ll want to take them.”

“Yeah, I know.” Dean answered around a mouthful of food. “I know that, he called last night.”

He’d picked up the phone, listened to John tell him about the job he was on, coughed a few times into the phone to try and make it convincing. Bobby had been skeptical of his plan at first, pretending to be sick to get the few weeks off without John realizing what he was doing. But Dean knew his father well enough to realize the moment Dean wasn’t going to be helpful John would be happy to drop him on anyone who’d take him, and understood him well enough to know that despite Bobby’s comments to the contrary Dean’s father wouldn’t get too worried when that sickness extended longer than a week or so. He chalked it up to his father wanting him to be tough. Trusting that Dean could handle whatever came after him, be it vamp or virus. It was a sign of his father’s trust in him and of course that only made what he was doing worse.

“So, there’s no reason to go throwing books about.” Bobby said.

“Yeah, I know.” Dean repeated.

Bobby looked like he was going to say something else but thought the better of it. Neither of them was very good at talking, but both of them understood the full unsaid conversation that hung in the air between them. Dean looked away, around at the cluttered room, down at the scratched table, anywhere but Bobby’s face. They lapsed into their regular silence until it settled again, back to comfortable.

Dean crumpled the trash up when they’d finished, throwing it out while Bobby took out a six pack and took one out. Dean reached for one, getting his hand slapped away.

“You done with what you wanted to do today?” Bobby asked in a tone that made it clear he knew what the answer was going to be.

“No.” Dean said it anyway, slumping back in his chair.

“Well then.” Bobby stuck the rest of them in the fridge.

Dean rolled his eyes but retrieved his books from the couch anyways, setting himself back up at the table and trying his best to refocus. It was hard, his mind kept trying to run in a million different directions, all directly away from the path the book was trying to take him. He’d been doing alright before but his mind had taken the break as a cue to shut down all functions responsible for understanding the numbers on the page and how he was supposed to be solving them.

This was why school was Sammy’s thing.

Still, Dean wanted to do this. He didn’t know why, knew he could never defend his case for it, but Dean wanted his GED. Even if right now his brain was fighting him about it. It wasn’t that he was stupid, he picked up on most the lessons in school easily enough when he was able to attend and even studying on his own, when he was able to keep his head down, when he got really drawn into the material, he was able to do fine. But now, suddenly he was faced with the practice questions and half of what he thought he’d known had flown right out of his mind. Fuck. Maybe he was stupid.

He sighed, flipping back through the chapter, trying to pin the knowledge back down, lock it up so it couldn’t fly away again. He was vaguely aware of Bobby working the phones in the background, his voice melding into the rest of the background noise, mixing with the old fan, the creaky chair he kept moving about in, the mosquito who was always just out of reach. Suddenly that whine was all he could focus on, unable to force his attention on anything else. He reread the same paragraph twice without taking anything in, the persistent droning impossible to ignore. He pushed his chair back, determined to find it and put an end to it. He tried to swat it but it was quick, darting out of the way every time. He waited another moment, until it seemed settled on the table before he swung his book down, crushing it with a loud, heavy thud!

For a moment there was blessed silence.

“Dean? What’s going on in there?” Bobby called from the other room.

“Nothing!” he answered back. “Mosquito.”

“So ya killed it with a hammer?” Bobby asked, coming back in. He took a moment to take in the scene. Dean, standing above the table, frustrated frown still on his face, the book slammed down onto the table face down, the back flipped over to reveal the past owner’s graffiti. He stared for about a second before he picked up the book, shut it and put it aside. He walked over to the fridge and took out another couple of beers, offering one to Dean.

“I didn’t finish.” Dean said.

“You’re finished for tonight.” Bobby said, gesturing for him to take it.

“You don’t think I can keep going?” Dean asked.

“I don’t think you should. You’ve been at it all day; you’ll be at it tomorrow. You’re not getting anything more done tonight.”

Dean took it wordlessly, stepping out of the kitchen out onto the back porch. Bobby followed after, sitting on the bench pressed against the wall.

“This is stupid.” Dean said finally. “This whole thing, me trying to study for this, lying to my father, it’s stupid. I can’t do this. I shouldn’t be doing this.”

Bobby waited until he was finished, taking a long drink.

“You done?” he asked. “With that little pity party of yours?”

“It’s not a pity party!” Dean turned back to face him. “I can’t even study properly, couldn’t even finish the section today.”

“So, you’ll finish it tomorrow.” Bobby answered. “You’ve been studying non stop since you got here, got your head bent over that book and takin a break right now aint gonna undo that. It’s just gonna let you focus tomorrow.”

“And if it doesn’t? If I fail, and this whole thing was just a waste?”

“Then we’ll do this all again I guess.” Bobby shrugged. “Listen boy, you’ve had a lot of stupid ideas. This is one of your rare sensible ones, don’t go screwin it up now by just giving up.”

Dean just shrugged, cracking open his beer and sitting down next to him. Between the two of them hung his agreement, his apology and his gratitude. Between them hung Bobby’s support, his acceptance.

Tomorrow he’d keep studying. Next week he’d take the test. And then it’d be over or they’d do this all again.

#my writing #mini fic #char: dean #char: bobby #'family don't end in blood' - sam dean and bobby #spn #spn fic #mine

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chronicallycrow · 3 years

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Cards.

Fandom: Cookie Run

Character(s): Cinnamon Cookie

Ship(s): Cinnamon/Reader

Word Count: 2,166

TW: Uhh,,, tarot reading? If that sets anyone off?

Notes: Hey, Cinnamon, thanks for being the character that got me out of my "I'm writing 1k words or less" fic phase./j Anyway, this started as an idea I mentioned on my main - Black-market tarot reading Cinnamon. It ended up a lot cuter than I thought it would, and made me write a HELL of a lot more than I have in a LONG time. Oh, and, I use he/they pronouns for Cinnamon! They alternate every paragraph. And, once again, I'm sorry for the weird formatting, mobile tumblr and all. Again, I don't currently have access to a computer.

The City of Wizards was an interesting place. It always had a specific feel to it, and it was always somehow shrouded in darkness yet bright. Saying you loved this place might have been an understatement. There weren't many people who lived in the town anymore - Some people thought no one did - But you knew there were people, and you knew exactly where to go to find them. And that's what you were currently doing.

You strolled through the city, looking for one place in particular. It was near one of the further corners of the town - A small little magic shop that sat inbetween two buildings that were vacant. You could miss it if you didn't know what you were looking for - The sign, with that ever-so-slightly too fancy font, fit into the rest of the town, and the windows being full of little trinkets did as well.

You turned on your heel and turned the door knob, immediately being hit by the scent of incense and cinnamon. You walked into the shop and closed the door, calling out, "Cinna?" A hum came from behind one of the shelves, and out appeared the devil themself, Cinnamon. "Hey!" You stated simply. They smiled at you and returned your greeting before asking, "Do you need anything, or are you just here to look around?" Either was fine by them - And you knew that. There was many a day where you'd sit in the shop or just look through what Cinnamon had in stock.

"Well, I-' He seemed surprised you actually wanted something, but not in a bad way. "I was actually wondering if you could-- Give me a reading? With your tarot cards?" He was a bit taken back, but seemed pleased with your request. "Of course! Right this way." He did that over-dramatic cape swish thing. It always reminded you he loved to entertain people when he did that. You followed him to a small room in the back where he did readings - Few people knew about it, but of course few people came in the near vicinity of his shop.

A table sat in the middle with some boxes and a mat laid on it. Cinnamon sat down on one side and gestured you to sit in the chair on the other side. You'd never actually gotten a reading from them, but apparently they were actually pretty good at it. They opened a box and pulled out a deck of golden-edged cards, the backs were purple. They tapped at the sides, before looking at you. "What do you want to know?" "My love life-" You blurted out before anything else. You covered your mouth, wide eyed. Why had you said that?! Cinnamon seemed to be amused by this and let out a soft laugh before beginning to shuffle the cards.

He did the card-fan thing. "Pick a card, any card!" You let out a soft laugh before grabbing one. He placed it face down on the table before shuffling the cards some more. He pulled and shuffled a handful of times, ending up with a spread of six cards. He flipped over the card you'd pulled. The card read, 'The Fool.' "This card," Cinnamon began, picking it up and turning it towards you, "represents you. It's a card that means new beginnings and new possibilities. It can also mean impulsiveness. The Fool is..." Cinnamon glanced up for a moment, before looking you in the eyes. "The Fool is a free spirit who doesn't know exactly what they want, but is willing to try anything to find the right path." And with that, he placed the card back down onto the table.

They flipped over the next card; it read 'The Magician.' "This card represents the person who... You're going to be with? Who you like? This is the other person." They turned it towards you. "You're a magician." You joked, giving a soft breath of a laugh. Cinnamon's face turned a soft shade of red from your comment, but continued on. (Little did either of you know that little joke was closer to the truth than either of you could think right now.) "It symbolizes being original, and confidence and skills. They might be extremely confident in their actions, and they're probably skilled in something." You placed your chin in your palm, staring at the card, then at Cinnamon.

He went to the next card. It read 'The Lovers.' "This card represents you and that person's bond." He stated. "That's good, isn't it?" He nodded in response before starting, "This card represents, well, love. It can also mean trust and harmany." "But I'm not in a relationship with anyone?" You mused. He shrugged. "You probably already know them and just trust them a lot. You two are probably already really close." You nodded, but something pulled at your conciousness. What if your joke was actually true? If he was the one representing the magician? "Hey," He waved a hand infront of your face, "Are you alright?" "Yeah, sorry- Go on." You sat back, and he turned over the next card.

The card read 'six of cups.' "This is your past with them, it represents nostalgia and, in this case, an old friend." You nodded, humming. "It seems like you two have known each other for a long time and trust eachother a lot." They stated simply. You traced a circle on the table with your hand. It was suddenly very hard to look at Cinnamon.

He turned over the next card. There was one more after this and you'd be done. It read 'two of cups.' Cinnamon let out a soft laugh. You tilted your head, actually meeting his eyes for a second. "This is your future with this person. The two of cups represents happy relationships and love. When you two get into a relationship it'll be a good one. I'm jealous." He said jokingly. You let out a small laugh. Your face was hot.

They finally turned over the last card. It read 'King of Wands.' "This card is advice for you." You tilted your head again, murmuring a soft, but non-demanding, "Well?" "I think in this context it's telling you you should be honest with them and tell them. It represents honesty and charm." You blinked. Cinnamon looked at the spread, then bagan to put the cards up. You looked down at your hands for a minute. Be honest? You hadn't excepted that. You didn't even realize you were-- Of course you were. Cinnamon was your closest friend. They stood up, snapping you out of your own thoughts. You stood as well. "Do you need anything else?" They asked, walking towards the door. "I don't think so- Here, let me-" You dug around your bag for a minute for your wallet. "No, it's fine-" "Are you sure?" They nodded.

You two got out into the main part of the shop, and you realized the time. It was dark outside by now - Actually dark. "Hey, Cinna?" He looked at you. "Can I spend the night - It's- It's gonna be dark out and I have to walk home. I don't think that's safe." Without thought he spoke, "Of course- Let me close up shop and we'll go upstairs and make dinner." You nodded and decided to look around while he did so. You found the two shop cats, one a black cat and one an orange cat. "You have cats?" You called. He walked over to you, kneeling down to pet one of them. "Yeah! I thought you knew?" You shook your head. "This is Pumpkin," He pointed towards the orange one. "She's new, so she doesn't have a name yet," He sighed. "Maybe you can name her later?" You nodded, "I'll see what I can come up with." With that the two of you headed up the stairs to Cinnamon's apartment.

It was a nice little space. You'd been up here before, but you'd never actually spent the night. They went into the kitchen while you looked around, eventually landing near Cinnamon Bunny's cage and giving them some pets. Cinnamon's apartment always smelt nice. They always smelt nice - It was that soft smell of a pastry shop that used a lot of cinnamon. They seemed to have the stuff everywhere, but you weren't going to complain too much - Unless it was another one of their shows where someone got too close and sneezed. Sometimes, in practice, when you'd watch them, they'd sneeze and mess up their tricks. You found it endearing.

"[Y/N]?" Cinnamon called. "Yeah?" "Food's ready." You walked into the kitchen. He'd made a full meal for you two, and honest to Millennial Tree it looked amazing. It tasted even better. You'd had Cinnamon's cooking on occasion, but never an actual meal made by him. As soon as you two had finished the oven beeped. He looked pleased. "I preheated it, if you want to make something for tomorrow morning?" You nodded, and followed him into the kitchen, placing your plate and silverware into the sink. He pulled out a series of things from multiple cupboards and cabinets, then grabbed out aprons and handed you one.

You two ended up making a mess while baking. There was flour everywhere, but you two were both laughing. They ended up getting two brooms, and you swept up the mess you made. Once that was done they looked over the both of you. "We should get cleaned up," they laughed. You nodded, before realizing something. "Cinna, I don't have-" "You can borrow some of my clothes." They hummed. You nodded, and they went off to get some, shouting back at you, "You can go take a shower if you want, I'll bring them to you." You did exactly that.

You felt much cleaner once done with the shower. He had left you a shirt that looked like it would be too big for him (or you) and a pair of sweatpants. You put them on, and were immediately ingulfed by that soft scent of cinnamon. You tried your hardest not to bury your nose in the clothing, instead leaving the bathroom. You were met with Cinnamon sitting on the couch, playing around with a deck of cards. You sat beside him, watching his hands as he played with the deck. "Are those alright?" He asked, flicking one card around. You nodded, letting out an "mh-hm." He got up then, and glanced at you. "I'm gonna go take a shower, too. I'll be back."

You ended up trying to do the tricks you saw Cinnamon do with the previously mentioned deck of cards. You failed at every one of them, but it gave you time to waste. Your mind did end up drifting back to the reading earlier. Cinnamon had to feel the same way, right? If the cards were anything to go by, they had to. You sighed and put the playing cards down, staring up. You then realized that you'd have to be sleeping on the couch - Not that you really minded. You knew they didn't have a guest room or an extra bed. Before you could get too lost in your thoughts Cinnamon appeared again. They were wearing about the same thing as you. The oven dinged. Convenient.

"I'll sleep on the couch and you can have the bed, by the way." He'd stated, as if he'd read your mind earlier, while pulling out the pan of cinnamon rolls. What else did you think he'd make? "No, I can- It's fine." You replied. He shook his head. "You're the guest, you should get the bed." He was pouring a light sugar icing on the rolls. "I-" Be more confident, the cards. "We could just-- Share the bed? Its big enough for that, right?" Cinnamon glanced at you, before letting out a small sigh. It was hard to tell if it was of content or annoyance that you didn't just take the bed alone. "Yeah, it is- That's fine."

Once the rolls had been fully iced and put in the fridge you two headed to Cinnamon's bedroom and got in their bed. You faced away from eachother, at least at first, but you decided to, again, take what the cards said, and turned towards them. Their back was facing towards you. "Cinna?" You murmured, shifting closer to them. They let out a hum, glancing back at you. You suddenly felt extremely hot. No going back now. "I-" You took a breath in. Dammit. Say it. "I think the cards were talking about you??" Why was that a question. They let out a small laugh and turned towards you. "I know." They responded simply before pulling you close to them. "Goodnight." And with that, they closed their eyes and drifted into sleep. You stayed there, dumbfounded for a couple of minutes, before just accepting it and murmuring a, "goodnight" back and getting to sleep. You two could properly talk this out in the morning.

#cookie run #cookie run ovenbreak #cinnamon cookie #crob #ovenbreak #cr ovenbreak #fanfiction #fanfic #x reader fanfic #x reader #cookie run x reader #AM writes

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kuroosmikasavolleyball · 3 years

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Like A Disney Movie But Awkward

Abendrot

(n) the color of the sky when the sun is setting; a certain afterglow.

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

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a/n: there have been so many delays(I’m so sorry), but this is the final part! I hope you enjoyed this series. It’s kinda wonky because it’s my first one but in the future, it’ll def get better. Let me know what pairing you want to see next!

Part 5 summary: (Y/N) can’t get the sunset or Cedric out of her head, so she asks him to go watch the sunset with her. Totally just like friends, right? After falling(literally) in love and a bit of advice from the twins, (Y/N) has everything she needs to confess. But will she? (I mean no shit it’s a happy ending)

pairing: cedric x fem!reader (in ravenclaw)

genre: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 1.1k

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The excitement that was brought along with the weekend and the quidditch games was gone when Monday struck through. Most teachers were understanding enough on Friday to lessen the workload, but Snape still assigned a 6-inch paragraph on Golpallot’s Third Law. The twins laughed at (Y/N) when they heard what homework Snape gave since they weren’t in Potions class anymore.

Cedric announced, well actually, scratch that. Cedric told the twins and (Y/N) that he was going to enter the Triwizard Tournament; Fred and George announced it to basically the entirety of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff.

“Maybe I should’ve kept it a secret until I actually entered.”

Cedric whispered to (Y/N), who was currently by the pond with the three boys.

“I think I would’ve been offended if you didn’t tell me.”

“Duly noted. Now, what are we supposed to do for Charms again?”

Chuckles rose and (Y/N) leaned over to check Cedric’s textbook.

“Since it’s water we’re handling, we need to research and take notes on a way to breathe underwater.”

Fred’s head suddenly popped up from the draft advertisement for Weasley’s Wizardly Wheezes(3W), “That sounds cool, no? Breathing under water. I reckon we’ll have sprouted tails and gills if I try that spell. Do tell though; how do you cast the spell?”

Cedric laughed, “It sounds like you’re going to test that spell no matter what the consequences. I think there’s one about some sort of weed you have to eat, and maybe you can do transfiguration on yourself, or..”

The rest of the afternoon was spent on doing work and lazing around. (Y/N) had an idea about seeing the sunset again now that she fell in love with it. It was addicting.

(Y/N) tiptoed behind Cedric after spotting him outside near the courtyard. She quietly reached for his arms and suddenly shook him in hopes of scaring him. It worked, sort of..he turned around and jumped simultaneously, tripping over (Y/N) and landing on the floor, grasping her to prevent too much damage.

They both groaned as the pain shot through their backs, Cedric quickly scrambling off of (Y/N) to avoid her seeing his blush getting crushed by him.

“Ugh..remind me to never scare you again.”

They both laid on the grass, no energy to get up from the slightly too close situation they were in.

“Anyways..are you free tonight?”

Cedric cocked his head, turning to look at (Y/N) to see her already gazing at him.

“Um..except the fact that we have classes tomorrow and should probably sleep early, yeah I’m free. What do you have in mind?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to see the sunset… with me. I saw a glimpse yesterday during the game and I think I have a good spot to see the view. You up for it?”

“..Definitely. The sunsets near the quidditch pitch are one of a kind.”

“I know right?! Bring your broomstick.”

After finishing all her work and rushing out the Ravenclaw room when Kimball told her to use protection, she bumped into George and Fred.

“Woah, where are you going so quick?”

George dramatically pretended to faint. “Are you..sneaking out? Freddie, catch me. We’ve finally turned little Ms. Follow The Rules; I couldn’t be more proud.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes playfully. “I might be..what’s it to you?”

“Ok defensive queen. We can’t find Diggory anywhere and we were about to ask you, but I think I know why he’s missing now. You guys finally confessed??”

Why is it so easy for her face to heat up?

“Oh, god no. We’re just going to see the sunset.”

“Then I guess you wouldn’t mind if we joined you both, right?” Fred snickered.

“No! ..I mean.. ugh fine, you guys win. I want to tell him...”

“Aw look, she’s in love. Don’t worry, pretty boy is hooked on you.”

“Shush..I have to go…thanks.”

She zoomed past, thankful to get away from the boys towering over her intimidatingly. After a quick stop to the quidditch locker room, she met Cedric and they snuck out of the exit near the gardens.

“Where are we going?”

“Just follow me.”

Out of instinct, (Y/N) grabbed Cedric’s hand and pulled him towards the field. She mounted her broom and told Cedric to do the same. They flew to a hilltop not too far from the quidditch stands and heard chuckles behind her when Cedric found out what she was planning.

“Here’s the lucky spot; I think it’s high enough to see the sunset clearly.”

The sky had already become a mixture of the most compassionate shades of orange and blue. Cedric produced a blanket that was magically folded in his pocket and they sat, conscious of the closeness.

“It’s so ethereal… and weirdly calming.”

Cedric wanted to say that (Y/N) is way more ethereal and calming, but he kept it to himself.

The sun touched the horizon and started sinking into a sea of warm tones. Cedric glanced towards (Y/N), seeing the beauty in front of them as a reflection in her eyes. He wanted to tell her, so badly. But the fear of messing up everything held him back until his thoughts vanished when she turned her head towards him too.

“I’m cold.” (Y/N) grumped with a slight smile.

Cedric’s arms had an irreplaceable feeling to them and (Y/N) wished time would stop. She did have feelings for him anyways…

“Hey I have to tell you something.”

“Go ahead.”

“(Y/N)..I’ve wanted to tell you..but I don’t really know how to.”

“Can I say it first?”

“Wait what??”

“Wait, were you not going to say..oh my god did I misunderstand..shoot I- “

Frantic speeches were then cut off by a soft touch of lips. A simple warmth spread through both their bodies immediately into a rapid fire of feelings.

Cedric pulled away.

“So you were thinking the same thing as me.”

They both laughed as their cheeks heated up and they looked at the sky again. The sun has now almost completely disappeared into the dark abyss of mountains.

(Y/N) broke the silence. “You know, I thought of you during the game..and a lot of other times. *chuckles* Because the sunset kept coming up in my mind, and I remembered when you told me a word for this..view.”

“Is that why you wanted to come up here? I just thought you wanted a bigger gesture to say something..I’m just glad I had the same words in mind.”

“I like you. A lot. Sorry, I just wanted to say it.”

“I like you too. Way more than I thought earlier because I was scared, but now..yeah.”

(Y/N) grinned and a mutual understanding passed through their eyes; before wasting another second, they kissed again. Slowly and gently, as the sky turned darker.

Cedric whispered against her lips. “You’re my abendrot.”

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extra a/n: lol this was so much like a disney movie ending pls- I’m going to start writing angst,,,

#cedric x y/n #cedric diggory #cedric x reader #cedric imagine #cedric diggory fluff #abendrot series #fred weasley #george weasley #fred and george #harry potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter masterlist #harry potter fluff #x y/n #cedric fanfiction #cedric #bts #harry potter series #cedric diggory series

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mintymiknow · 3 years

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Trust Fall - ch. 9 | Lee Minho

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Pairing: Lee Minho/Lee Know x Reader

Summary: Are you ready to open up to Minho, or does all the effort and time still remain futile in an attempt to open your heart? Something between the two of you begins to shift, but are you ready?

Genre: Secret agent/spy au, romance, angst, action

Word count: Approx. 5k

Warnings for this chapter: The mc talks about death/someone dying, but nothing is described in graphic

A/N: Surprise! Here’s another update for the series. I seem to have underestimated my current semester...I’ll be way busier in the coming days and weeks, so updates might take longer than usual now. So sorry. To make up for it, here’s ch. 9 with some swoon moments. I hope to update more, but in the case I get swamped with work, I do apologize for delays. Anyway, enjoy this for now! Again, take note that the scientific and medical things mentioned here may not be accurate or realistic, so don’t take them to heart or something hahaha!

[A/N: the italicized parts are essentially a flashback or recollection of events until the paragraphs become un-italicized again!]

After having your cut disinfected and cleaned in the medical wing - by yours truly, of course - you then proceed to the other medical room where Minho went for treatment. You’re just about to approach the door when you hear muffled voices - Minho and Seungmin.

“You got pretty beat up this time, huh?” Seungmin muses, “Last time you were injured to this extent was what? When you and Jeongin went in blindly into the den of gangs last year?”

Minho laughs tiredly, “Yeah? Well, her safety was my priority this time.”

“Romantic.” the doctor teases before comically letting out a grunt as Minho presumably smacked his arm or whatever.

You feel heat rising to your cheeks, but you shake any weird thoughts away and steel yourself. No time for useless and fluttery “feelings”. You and Minho were being professional, that’s it. You open the door to see Seungmin givin the agent the usual instructions for cleaning and taking care of the injuries he received from the fight prior. Afterwards, he turns around to leave the room, eyes finally falling on you.

“Hi, y/n. Were you able to find the things to tend to your wound?” Seungmin offers a smile.

You nod and smile back, “Yes, thank you.”

“Alright.” the doctor says, approaching the doorway, “Glad you’re safe.”

You give him a soft hum before stepping out of the way so he could walk. Once Seungmin leaves the room, you turn to Minho who is much too preoccupied with looking at the bandages on his torso. It was as if he was too bashful to look you in the eye - were his cheeks actually a shade of pink right now?

He probably knew you were outside when he said things to Seungmin but realized too late that you were just behind the door. If that were the case, why was he embarrassed? Again, you shove those thoughts to the deepest crevice in your mind.

Slowly, you approach the agent and clear your throat. “Are you ok?” you ask timidly.

Minho hums, finally looking up to meet your eyes. They’re tired, you can tell, but the glimmer in them doesn’t waver; you wished you were like that too. “This is nothing.” he replies, nodding his head towards you, “I should be asking you that question.”

You nod, releasing a heavy sigh; that’s all you do in response, and Minho drops the conversation all together. He stands up, lightly patting your shoulder as he walks past you. “Get some sleep, y/n. You need it.” he says.

“So do you.”

“I need to report to Jung.” the agent says flatly, putting a new shirt back on, “I’ll be fine, stop worrying.”

“I’m not worried.” you nearly pout, narrowing your eyes in exasperation.

At this, Minho has to stifle a teasing chuckle, “Fine, whatever. Just get some rest, alright?”

You nod, and Minho takes it as his sign to leave, walking out of the medical room with his hands shoved in his jean pockets. You watch him leave, trying to comprehend why your heart was beating so fast all of a sudden.

You're brought back from your daze when one of the lab equipments rings with a slight dinging sound, alerting you that a test had just finished. You unintentionally jolt in surprise, blinking your eyes a few times to regain your composure. You then glide the wheeled stool over to the far end of the table to retrieve the paper that had printed from the test equipment.

“Hmm.” you hum to yourself, scanning the sheet of paper with your eyes.

You continue to tinker with the red substance from the vial, running tests and combining it with other chemicals to observe specific reactions. You note everything down, unceasingly performing experiments. At some point, you combine the red substance with a few formulas before adding in a drop of liquid from the original serum Cle was currently trying to produce - this was the same serum you had kept hidden from the agents from way back.

As you glue your eyes to your experiment, they widen in surprise as some sort of chemical reaction happens. The liquids combine and fizzle for a few seconds; the red formula mixes with the bronze liquid of the serum, turning into something more copper-like. However, the warm-colored swirls begin to disappear, drastically changing the mixture into a faded yellow color akin to very diluted urine - the liquid was now essentially transparent, save for the subtle tint of yellow.

Your mouth opens slightly, leaning closer to make sure your eyes weren’t deceiving you. If this is what resulted from what you were conducting, that meant you were super close to finally finding the solution. What about that red liquid was so special? You wanted to find out, so you grab another petri dish to put drops of red liquid in, getting ready to examine it under the microscope.

That is, until the door slides open, and a familiarly smooth voice says, “What are you up to?”

Your heart leaps out of your chest, eyes wide as your body tenses. Unclenching your jaw, you swivel in the stool to face the handsome agent, “Going through the samples we got from the last mission.”

Minho hums, eyes scanning the items on the lab table. “Where are Jisung and Seungmin then? Why are you alone?” he asks.

You shrug, “I work better when I’m alone. Please just trust me on this.”

Minho raises an eyebrow before sighing as if he were too tired. Well, his face was still littered with injuries, so you assume he still was tired. “As much as I’d want nothing but to speed things up, you are supposed to be working with your team, y/n.” he says.

“I know.” you start, gesturing around the table, “But I’ll give all my findings and reports to them after. I always do.”

Minho looks at you in a deadpan manner but decides to let you off the hook. Instead, he asks, “What did you find then?”

“Well…” you trail off, still unwilling to tell him everything - just in case, right? You continue, “I have a very big feeling - and I am confident - that these substances are key substances to formulating a solution. Just...give me more time to study them.”

“Good enough.” Minho offers a small smile before playfully flicking your forehead, “Now, I came to tell you to rest. Jung wants you to accompany us on another mission.”

“Why am I needed?” you glare, rubbing the area on your head where he flicked.

Minho answers, “It’s a ball or gala of sorts, and Jung thinks your credentials will allow us easy access into the VIP guest list. Hyunjin somehow managed to come up with some esteemed political cover too.”

You cast your eyes to the floor, involuntary shivering at the thought of having to go on another mission. The last one wasn’t the most pleasant one after all.

The agent isn’t blind to your apprehension; he completely understands and sympathizes with you, in fact. He then reaches a hand out to rest on your head, lighting ruffling your hair. “I promise no harm will come your way.” he gently smiles, but there’s a confidence to it as well, “I’ll keep you safe, promise.”

You look at him with furrowed eyebrows. His eyes still hold their distinct mysteriousness, but you can clearly see the swirls of certainty and warmth in them. It prompts a small blossom of trust, blooming within the dark corners of your heart. You end up sighing and nodding your head, “Fine.”

“Good. Get rested; we leave tomorrow at 4:00 PM.” he smiles once more before making his leave so casually.

You glare and pout, thinking to yourself, “That stupid agent...”

You bite your lip, glancing at your phone laying on the table before your eyes quickly shift to the vial of the now nearly transparent liquid from your tests and experiments.

With a sigh, you squeeze your eyes shut, “This will be the last, I promise.”

Minho doesn’t really understand why his cheeks are so flushed right now as he stands in front of your bedroom door, hand poised to knock on the surface. His eyebrow twitches nervously, but he steels himself and proceeds to knock either way. A few seconds pass, but you don’t respond. Surely, you were back in your room at this time right? He did tell you to rest.

Minho knocks again, sighing when you don’t respond once more. “Dr. Song?” he calls, but no reply.

“Y/n?” he tries, but alas, nothing again.

He didn’t want to resort to it since he knew you valued your privacy, but his mind went into overdrive at your non-response. He scans his own ID in your door’s digital lock, a beeping sound ringing lightly before the lock makes a clicking sound. The agent slowly pushes the door open, being cautious just in case you were dressing or in the shower. When he’s sure you’re not even inside, he sighs and visibly relaxes.

He looks around the room before looking at the photo in his hand. He was supposed to return it to you from the other day it dropped from your notebook, but he had forgotten. Now that he remembered, you weren’t in your room. Minho ended up thinking you were still with Jisung, so he got his phone and navigated to send you a text.

Coincidentally, he received a text from you at that moment.

Song y/n: Agent Lee, I’ve gone out for dinner and coffee. I also told Chan in advance, so please don’t worry. I’ll be back right after.

Lee Minho: Is that so? Are you alone?

Song y/n: Yes, but don’t worry, I didn’t go far.

Lee Minho: Fine

Afterwards, the agent goes to his conversation with another fellow agent and texts him.

Minho: You let y/n go out?

Chan: Uh...yes. Why?

Minho: Chan…

Chan: Haha, I know Minho. But there’s no harm in it, right? Maybe she got sick of the cafeteria food. She promised to be back soon anyway. Remember...trust her.

Minho: I know but still. Now isn’t the time.

Chan: If you’re so worried, go after her. Lix can track her phone for you.

And without a second of hesitation, Minho leaves your room and heads straight to the tech department in search for a certain freckled agent.

Meanwhile, you’re seated in front of a familiar face, eating cheesecake and drinking coffee. The figure chuckles, an amused smile on his face, “Cheesecake isn’t dinner, y/n. You need more than that.”

You sigh, raising an eyebrow, “We’ve had worse things for dinner in the hospital, Hyunbin.”

The male doctor shrugs, smirking, “Admittedly, that’s true.”

“Well, I didn’t call you here to lecture me about dinner habits.” you laugh, leaning forward on the table.

“You miss me?” Hyunbin jokes heartily.

You laugh a bit louder, shaking your head, “Hardly.”

“Alright then little miss doctor.” Hyunbin playfully wiggles his eyebrows, “Why did you want to meet?”

“I have something to tell you.”

“Oh?”

You sigh, slightly deflating in your seat. “It’s about work. I can’t tell you all the details right now, but I needed your input because you’re still better at chemistry than I am.” you lightly chuckle.

Hyunbin chuckles as well, crossing his arms, “That I do not deny. Well, fire away. What do you need?”

“My job right now requires me to...test certain formulas, and one particular formula I managed to dig out was for fluoroantimonic acid - you know, the strongest acid.” you start to explain, careful to say parts of the truth, but also not everything, “I mixed something in the formula, and the overall structure changed. It was barely an acid afterwards.”

“Polytetrafluoroethylene.” you both say in unison.

Your eyes widen in curiosity, and Hyunbin can’t help but chuckle, “PTFE is used for storing superacids such as fluoroantimonic acid, right?”

“Yes, exactly.” you nod enthusiastically, “So, I am right in concluding that that particular chemical reaction happened because of the PTFE...right?”

Hyunbin hums, leaning back on his chair, “I believe so. In liquid or powder form, I think PTFE is more than enough to create such reactions in superacids.”

You release a sigh of relief, leaning back on your chair as well, “Amazing.”

Hyunbin laughs, tilting his head, “What’s wrong?”

You shake your head and laugh, “It’s just a relief to know that I’m doing an...alright job in work.”

“You always do, what are you talking about?” the male laughs.

“Whatever.”

For the next few minutes, you and Hyunbin then converse and catch up with each other, reminiscing about memories in the hospital and so on. After about 30 minutes, Hyunbin excuses himself as he needed to get back to his shift. You also explain that you have to head back to work. When the male doctor leaves the coffee shop, you step out a few minutes later.

You’d be on your way back to HQ, but a certain black-shirt-wearing male with his arms crossed blocks your path.

You curse in your mind.

“Minho.”

“Y/n.”

The agent glances sidewards, nodding his head towards a figure that had just entered his car. “So...dinner alone, huh?” he says a bit hostile.

You sigh, closing your eyes, “I know what you’re gonna say, so don’t bother. I’m sorry I lied, but I knew neither of you were going to let me have dinner with him.”

Minho sighs, lips twisting into a disappointed frown, “You could have tried.”

“We both know what your answer is gonna be.”

“What did you guys do? Talk about?” Minho then shifts the conversation.

You don’t bat an eye as you answer the male, “Hospital stuff. Catching up on how work was in Gongjak. Talking about old memories we miss.”

Minho hums, unfolding his arms, “And speaking of memories…”

The agent then pulls something from his wallet, handing you a small photo. Your eyes widen upon landing on the picture, and when you take it from the agent, you look at him in confusion, “How…”

Minho’s expression softens, though you know he’s still a bit annoyed. “I think you dropped it the other day in the lab. Not sure how though.” he explains.

You slowly nod, eyes glued to the polaroid photo, “Oh. Thank you.”

“The guy is obviously your friend, but who’s the other woman?” Minho asks, “Must have been close for you to go all the way here to meet with Dr. Kang to reminisce on stuff.”

You glare at the male, appalled by the callous tone in his voice. “Yes, we were very close as a matter of fact. Closer than sisters.” you huff out, willing your tears to retreat.

Minho glances at his watch before sighing, “Want to take a walk?”

“What?”

“You look like you need the fresh air.” Minho offers an apologetic smile.

“Ok.” you say softly.

And so you and Minho end up casually walking along a nearby park, letting yourselves relish in the calming wind and basking in the moonlight.

“Hyunbin or Dr. Kang and Ahn Hyejoo - the woman in the picture - were my closest friends in Gongjak.” you suddenly say, quiet enough for only Minho to hear, “After I left SKZ, the three of us started working in Gongjak at the same time. Basically, we entered the hospital together.”

Minho looks at you earnestly, choosing to listen quietly. It wasn’t everyday you’d actually open up, after all. You continue to speak, eyes filled with a certain gloominess, “Hyunbin came from a smaller hospital at that time, and Hyejoo had just finished her training or residency. The three of us had similar shift times and worked in the same hospital floors or area, so eventually, we became friends. As you probably know, I had a difficult time opening up to other people after SKZ, but those two managed to help me through it.”

“Dr. Kang is still in Gongjak.” Minho treads carefully, “Where’s Dr. Ahn?”

“She’s dead.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.” you smile sadly as if remembering a distant memory, “She got into an accident but somehow, her heart survived. So...in a way, she’s gone, but I know her heart was donated to someone who needed it so somehow, she’s still alive. It’s weird, but that’s the world of medicine I guess. No matter what happens, us doctors keep people alive as best as we can.”

Minho can’t help the smile that curls at his lips, specks of adoration and warmth swimming in his eyes as he looks at you. You’ve both now made it back to his car, merely standing by the passenger’s side. The wind howls by, scattering strands of your hair across your face. Minho chuckles softly, reaching out to tuck the stray strands behind your ear; his fingers ghost over the shell of your ear, and you can feel the warmth of his skin.

Your heart hammers in your chest as Minho looks down at you; his features are softened by the soft glow of the moon, and you can’t help but think about how ethereal he looks right now. The male agent’s lips curl into a smaller smirk, “I guess Jung was right.”

You tilt your head, accidentally leaning into Minho’s hand by your ear. He then chuckles, smirk replaced by a small smile, “You certainly are one of a kind.”

And then his hand is gone, and he’s walking towards the driver’s side. You stand there, speechless at his actions and gape like a fish. “Hey...Lee Minho!” you stutter.

“Get in the car, Dr. Song. We should get back and rest.”

“I want to strangle you.”

“How cute.”

Mission day commences, and you and the other agents have gathered in a luxurious function hall in yet another five-star hotel. Apparently, a Cle agent was attending the gala to meet with a prospective serum buyer. The agents needed to infiltrate the Cle person’s hotel room where, as per intel, his papers and plans were being held.

Minho, Jeongin and Chan were to loiter in the gala hall, eyes scanning the crowd for signs of the target. Changbin and Hyunjin would handle getting into the room when the time was right. You were there to ease suspicion as your credentials landed your group a place on the VIP list.

So here you were, dressed in a pretty white dress, hanging back by the wall and sipping some champagne with the three agents. Chan sipped on his champagne glass as well, sighing, “I want this whole mission to be over so we can celebrate and drink champagne comfortably in HQ…”

Jeongin chuckles, “You say that during every mission.”

The eldest agent shrugs, “My point still stands.”

Minho smiles, adjusting the vest of his three-piece suit. “But you’re drinking champagne now.” he laughs.

“Barely taking sips.” Chan laughs, “We’re on duty, so we can’t risk too much alcohol.”

Jeongin then smiles, clasping his hands together, “Well then, time to split up.”

Chan and Minho nod, and before you know it, the three agents are scattering amongst the crowd. Chan goes towards the other end of the hall, blending in by talking to two women who more or less giggle at everything the dimpled man says. Jeongin heads over to the refreshments table, pretending to be knowledgeable on all the wine as a middle-aged man approaches him. Slowly, the orchestra begins to play some classical music, and the gala-goers are either ballroom dancing or engage in conversation amongst themselves.

Minho takes the champagne glass from your hand and places it on the tray of a waiter that passed by. You look at the agent with a tilt of your head, and he smiles, “Shall we dance?”

“I’m a horrible dancer.”

“Just follow my lead.”

You pout at the male, but he merely laughs and takes your hand, smoothly dragging you to the area where other guests are dancing. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close much to your surprise. His other hand gently grasps your own, giving it a light squeeze. Without much choice, you squeeze back as your other hand rests on his shoulder. Soon, you’re both smoothly swaying to the music.

“I’ll admit that I wasn’t expecting agents to know how to dance as well.” you playfully jab, “Are you trained to do everything in existence?”

Minho smirks, “Not exactly. We just pick up on it especially on undercover missions.”

“I think I’ve watched too many James Bond movies.” you tease.

“Oh? So you like those debonair types, huh?” Minho teases back.

You scoff, rolling your eyes, “I’m just trying to see if they depict agents accurately.”

“50/50.” Minho laughs, “Do you want me to start acting like James Bond?”

You raise an eyebrow playfully, “And end up with me in your hotel bed? No thanks.”

The agent laughs again, playfully pinching your cheek, “Why, what a mind you have, dear doctor.”

“It’s true! Have you not watched any of the movies?” you laugh while trying to defend yourself.

You aren’t sure how the conversation moves along, but somehow, you both end up talking about the previous mission - the one where he had gotten hurt to protect you. While dancing to the orchestra’s music, you don’t miss out on how Minho pulls you closer, giving your waist a very subtle squeeze.

“You know…” he trails off, “I’m rarely a shaken or anxious person, but the day of that mission, I was genuinely frazzled.”

“Why?” you ask quietly.

“Because it’s my duty to keep you safe as an agent of SKZ” is what he wants to say - to pretend he doesn’t genuinely care and hide everything under the guise of obligation.

But he lets something else slip past his lips just this once.

“Because I was afraid you’d get hurt.” he says while staring directly into your eyes.

You feel the heat rising to your cheeks, but you try your best to remain calm. “Isn’t that...normal for people you’re working with in your field of work?”

“As skilled as people think I am, anything is possible. The people that attacked us could have killed me and hurt you. Taken you hostage or brought you to Cle.” Minho starts, “I didn’t want that.”

You hum, “Is this what Jeongin meant when you’re nicer and much more caring than you seem?”

Minh chuckles airily, and suddenly, all other noise is drowned out. “This is me showing you the side of me that only Chan and the rest are privileged to see.”

“Why though?” your voice nearly wavers as you notice how Minho lets go of your hand, both of his arms now around your waist.

“Because I trust you.”

You gulp, slowly but surely wrapping your arms around his neck. “Why?” you repeat your question, afraid of his answer. Or worse, afraid of his decision.

“Because I can.” Minho answers with confidence, “I want you to know that I trust you so that you can trust me as well. I don’t even need you to trust the whole of SKZ. Just me, Chan and the other boys at least.”

You nod, but before you can speak or make any response, Jeongin speaks into his communication device, and you can somehow tell he’s grinning as he does so, “Target spotted. Shall we set the plan in motion?”

“Got it. We’re on standby now.” Minho says, looking past your shoulder to observe the crowd.

Somewhere in the room, Jeongin has managed to engage in conversation with their target, a bit too enthusiastically talking about the wine in their hands.

“I do prefer white wine.” Joengin laughs with practice, “Lighter and sweeter, you know?”

The target hums and smiles unknowing, “Perhaps, but red wine is much better suited for meat.”

“Oh, steaks and such? You’re a man of fine dining, I see!” Jeongin laughs, “Expensive taste.”

“Hardly. I just see it in cooking channels all the time. Makes me really hungry honestly.” the target points out before sipping his red wine.

Jeongin nods, but afterwards, Chan arrives at the scene and pretends to trip, thus dowsing his own glass of red wine on their target. The eldest agent feigns innocence as he gasps and repeatedly apologizes, “I am so sorry, my goodness! Sorry about that, mister!”

Jeongin pretends to watch in shock, grabbing a bunch of table napkins and dabbing it onto the spilled area on the target’s white dress shirt. “Oh dear, oh dear.” Jeongin sing-songs.

The target awkwardly laughs, gently pushing the two males away from him, “Don’t worry, um...I’ll just get changed. It’s just a stain. I have some clothes in my room, so if you’ll excuse me.”

With that, the target hurriedly makes his leave, and Jeongin smiles a bit too mischievously. “Target is on his way.” he says into his device.

A few seconds later, Hyunjin and Changbin speak into their own devices, “Got it. We’re on stand-by.”

Silence ensues as your dancing slows, no longer ballroom dancing but just subtly swaying to the music. Minho’s arms are secure around your waist just as yours are around his neck. Somewhere along the way, you rest your head against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat - steady just like he always was. Minho rests his head on top of yours as well, allowing himself to melt and relax with you in his arms.

Never did he think he’d let himself do such a thing. If Chan and Jeongin could see this, they were probably stifling their snickers.

“Minho.” you suddenly say, voice barely above a whisper.

“Hmm?”

“I...have to tell you something.” you say, unconsciously hugging him closer.

You can feel Minho nodding for you to continue, so you slowly lift your head from his chest to look at him. Your eyes quiver and you have to swallow a ball-sized lump in your throat for you to gather the courage to speak again.

“I’ve been hiding some findings and results from you and the team.” you admit, closing your eyes guiltily, “And one or two vials of evidence.”

You expect Minho to scowl and glare at you coldly, maybe drag you out of the hall to lecture you once again. You, however, do not expect him to hold you closer, inching his face closer just to whisper between yourselves. “I’m not surprised, y/n. I had a hunch that’s what was going on.” he says, and you can swear you hear a sense of amusement in his voice.

You open your eyes to look back at him, furrowed eyebrows expressing your surprise. “I’m sorry, what?”

“You’re not the best liar, y/n.” Minho chuckles, “Though of course you aren’t. You hate lying. I sort of knew all along that there were things you were hiding from me, but Chan asked me to be more understanding of your reasons, and I trust Chan more than anyone, so I decided to listen to him and wait for you to admit it yourself.”

The look of embarrassment that flashes across your face puts a cheeky smile on Minho’s lips before he shifts into a more serious expression. “I do have to ask why though.” he says.

You sigh, looking down at the floor. You’ve both now stopped dancing altogether, merely standing in each other’s arms amongst the busy crowd of guests. “I didn’t know who to trust with this information. The things I’ve discovered could potentially put an end to this Cle serum issue, but I just...couldn’t risk it.”

Minho continues to look down at you expectantly. You clear your throat and bow your head lower, “Sorry, I know you just said you trusted me.”

You feel fingers on your chin, lifting it up to bring you face-to-face with the male. Your eyes meet Minho’s, and there’s some sort of cosmic dance between you two. With raised and expectant eyebrows, Minho whispers, “I’ll let it slide for now since you told me this soon, but please, y/n, refrain from doing that ever again.”

“I know. I’m sorry again.”

He sighs, nodding in acknowledgement. Another blanket of silence covers the two of you despite the orchestra still playing music and other guests chattering with each other.

“Thank you.” Minho suddenly whispers, and it only dawns on you now that he’s mere centimeters away from your face.

He’s so close that you feel his breath mingling with yours, the tips of your noses barely touching. His hands rest at the small of your back, but there’s a certain pressure to his touch as if he was restraining himself from something. Your breathing comes to a stop as does time, and your grip on his broad shoulders tightens. Both your eyes are lidded as you stare at each other; you can tell his eyes have landed on your lipstick-covered lips, and the agent can deduce the same for you - your eyes are definitely caught up in looking at his own lips.

Something in your heart booms - or maybe snaps - and it would seem the same for Minho because he’s leaning closer, eyes now closed as he closes the gap. You shut your eyes as well, preparing yourself for the touch of his lips on yours.

You soon feel the ghosting touch of his lips grazing yours, sending a jolt of electricity up your veins. But just as soon as your lips barely touch, the sound of his communication device going on surprises both of you, and you abruptly pull away from each other.

Embarrassment floods both of you; your cheeks are a shade of deep pink as Minho’s ears turn bright red. Clearing his throat, the agent listens to what his fellow agents have to say. “Target apprehended. We’re in his room. 1117.” Hyunjin says slyly, and it probably was because he was smirking.

“On the way.” Jeongin and Chan say simultaneously.

Minho turns to you, all remnants of flusteredness now gone. “Let’s go.” he says, grabbing your wrist.

But you stop in your tracks, hesitation evident in your body language. Minho understands why, so he offers you a small smile. “Y/n, this time, I promise. No one will harm you. I’m there, Chan’s there, Changbin’s there. Just stay with me, ok?” he says softly.

You eventually nod, answering him by giving him a small smile. Minho flashes one more warm smile before moving his hand to interlace his fingers with yours. With that, you both calmly proceed to the elevators to meet up with the other team members, his hand never leaving yours.

It’s all too familiar.

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So it's been four days so here's part two 😁 Just wanted to say a huge thanks to everyone who read/liked/commented/reblogged the last part! It was such an amazing response, especially given it was my first time posting my writing here, so thanks for all the love you shared 🥰🥰

Heads up, this part is actually part one from Elain's pov. Initially I wanted to continue from where the last part left off in Elain's pov, but as I was writing the background, I realised I'd written too much to just skip when Az gets to the estate and cut straight into a continuation of part one, so I ended up rewriting the whole thing in her view. So there's no new elriel moments, but you'll get a lot of new stuff anyway 😅 I would've said you don't have to read this part to understand part three, but when I was rereading the later parts a few hours ago, I realised there's some stuff that alludes to things in this part, so I strongly recommend you don't skip this 😅😅

Also, wow, some of my fave paragraphs I've ever written are in this part 😁 Bonus points if you can find them; there are four I'm thinking of in particular 😉

Word count: ~ 3.1K. Lemme know if you'd like to be tagged/removed 😊 Next part up in two or three days 😊

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Ashes from the Deep

Part II

It had been a pretty uneventful day as Elain worked through her new plant textbook. Feyre and Rhysand had decided to spend the weekend away at the mountain cabin, Cassian and Nesta were away doing things she wished not to think of, and Mor was at the Winter Court.

Amren had only been round in the mornings, probably to check Elain was still alive. She'd glance round the living room, examine some of those fine crystal glasses in the display cabinet and then leave. There was no difference today, though Elain always felt Amren's scrutiny upon her even when that muted silver gaze was directed elsewhere; perusing Rhys' wine collection had become a tired ruse.

So besides preparing and taking her meals with Nuala and Cerridwen, Elain had spent her afternoon with her book, making notes and copying drawings. The twins had gone off on some errands, so she'd wandered into the garden at some point to tend to her many plants, telling them how lovely they each were. The crocuses looked particularly stunning this autumn day, their pale violet colour breathing life into the shades beneath some of the trees.

With her book, she'd identified new weeds, digging into the soil to rip some pesky ones out. Sometimes she didn't want the help of a tool; sometimes she needed to feel those roots on her bare skin.

Harvesting the carrots and beetroot was also on the agenda today, along with seeding for some spectacular displays next year. She'd been collecting the seeds from some of her summer blooms, like those soft clouds of baby's breath, saving them to replant. These she sowed directly into ground she'd prepared days before, her fingers digging into the crumbly clumps of earth.

Autumn onions she'd plant tomorrow, perhaps. Feyre always remarked on how their strong taste complimented meats well, so Elain wanted to harvest some fresh for her sister for once. It'd take a few months of waiting, but there was little else better than picking out and eating food one had grown with their bare hands and the essential ingredients of love and care.

Setting her book on the patio table, Elain surveyed the garden. It was a good day's work. Plants watered and sown, weeds uprooted, and hands sweaty and soiled, Elain was proud of what she'd achieved today. There were no distractions, nothing to take her from the one thing she always found satisfaction in.

After a long shower, she found herself back in the garden with a cup of tea and a blanket. The sunset washed the sky in a blaze of red and orange glory before it yielded to the cool tones of twilight then night. Elain sat in silence, hands wrapped around her mug. How long would it be until someone's arms were wrapped around her, until she felt the warmth her sisters finally had?

Silly, these thoughts. Immortality stretched far ahead, there would be time to develop that companionship. Months and years were but a heartbeat in the life of a High Fae. She wouldn't even notice the years pass.

Or so everybody else kept saying.

With her tea finished, she perused the book of recipes she'd borrowed from Nuala. Some recipes jumped out, ingredients for which she'd been growing for a few months now. Pumpkin pie sounded especially delightful, the gourd having almost darkened and hardened to ripe quality just a couple days ago. They should be ready for harvest tomorrow.

A chill wind sent Elain inside to prepare and have her dinner in pleasant silence. Even her mind was quiet tonight. After washing her dishes, she stood by a bay window, fingers idly tapping the windowsill.

Faelights bobbed like tiny lamps, dotted through the garden. The full moon was now high in the sky, its ghostly glow illuminating the datura flowers she'd seeded half a year ago. She pulled on her blanket and went out again for a better look at those gorgeous blooms, the petals opening only at night.

Elain couldn't be happier she'd found seeds of a triple-flowered variety. They'd grown to produce large trumpets, three layers of petals ruffled against each other. Somehow she thought of her sisters as she crouched and stared at the flowers, each layer so similar, yet fighting for space and breath as it unfurled before another. It was only when they were all fully open that they could sigh along the night breeze as one, an ethereal song of togetherness, tinged with notes of poignancy, only heard by those with the will to look deeper.

The white petals were stained with velvet violet, a true vision in her garden. While the others had given her passing compliments on the flowers, Azriel had seemed stunned the first time he saw them, citing them his favourite of all the plants Elain had grown so far. Something about their shape and contrasting colours, he'd mentioned.

She smiled fondly at the memory, where his eyes sparkled as he reached for one of the soft petals.

Her hand lashed out to grab his wrist. 'Don't touch them; the leaves and stems are highly poisonous.'

His brows rose. 'You wouldn't think that at first sight. But they're beautiful, Elain. Truly magnificent,' he said, his smooth voice so low, a voice that was night given sound. And how befitting, as even those datura flowers seemed enraptured by his presence, one shy petal finally unfurling towards him.

She beamed at him. 'They like you. Flowers like it when you talk to and compliment them - but these ones haven't given me the same reaction as they have to you. I think they really like you, Azriel.'

His answering smile was heartbreakingly tender.

A few more seconds passed before she realised she still held his wrist. She silently let go.

It was a shame she'd have to dig out the datura shrub and move it inside for the winter; it did look magnificent in the moonlight.

The sky shifted past its midnight velvet, and still Elain crouched, admiring the flowers. She shivered in the night's chill. The stars above twinkled and glistened, cold and distant as ever, yet stunning - infinitely more striking than they'd ever been when she was human. A thousand different colours sparkled in that vast expanse, the moon a phosphorescent queen in the centre of her court.

The Night Court truly lived up to its name in the wee hours of the day. Its opulence never failed to mesmerise her; the enhanced Fae eyesight was at least one thing she was grateful for from this body.

Her eyelids became heavy and she yawned. Why was she still out here? It was late into the night; she should be in bed by now. But the night was so beautiful and it was so quiet and she wanted to appreciate it all just once. Just once without the expectations of others, without having to wear that miserable smile all the time.

Of course, it didn't look miserable, which is probably why almost nobody ever bothered to look deeper into Elain. She should be used to it by now, but it still felt - wrong. That most overlooked her so long as she wore a smile. That most didn't think her capable of feeling the utter bitterness and loneliness she had once seen so plain on her sisters' faces.

And in acknowledgement of her sisters' hardships, Elain didn't fault them for not looking, for not seeing her. To see past the thick blanket of darkness in one's own mind was a trial in itself. But it had been years since the war now. And still they didn't notice.

They didn't notice that Elain was being shredded from the inside out.

It was almost laughable. But not funny enough.

No, it was not funny that people still treated Elain like a child, that people wanted to keep Elain in some weird impasse of a stage between child and adult. She'd thought finally carrying out her duty and giving her hand in marriage would show everyone that she was growing up: Elain Archeron, middle born but first married. Of course it was still on her own terms, to a man whom she'd loved. A man who'd seen her through the rubble of her family's lives. But she'd overall hoped doing what was expected of her would be enough.

Clearly not. She didn't even know who she was any more. Did she ever? Everything she'd once yearned for, gone. That fragile human life would soon be just a speck on the horizon of her past.

She sighed. Rebuilding herself was going to take a long time.

But what would she have to do for people to see her, to listen to her? Throw a rage? Fall into a drunken stupor and break a few dozen bottles?

She definitely could, but those were not her. She was Elain Archeron. And so she would wait. Patience wasn't a bad thing at all; she saw it on the shadowsinger's face all the time, that tranquility and calmness she so wished to feel inside.

Azriel. Her heart softened as he entered her mind again, and she dug her fingers into the soil, if only to occupy her fidgety hands. As sure as the chaos of her visions these days, there was a mess of butterflies related to him she wasn't willing to show. Or understand.

Elain and the spymaster? Now that was laughable. Truly laughable. He was wise and patient, while she - well, everyone already thought her a child, and though he listened like no other around her, surely even he couldn't glimpse the adult she so desperately wanted everyone to see.

No, it was foolish to entertain the idea of a relationship with him. No matter how much he saw.

No matter that he was the first to see her since Graysen.

Elain exhaled. She stifled another yawn, smoothing out the soil, then brushed her hands clean. She wrapped the blanket closer around herself and stood. Twinkling stars and velvety darkness and -

There, a knot of shadows materialising at the far edge of the garden, collecting and swirling into a larger mass before Azriel himself stepped out and sagged against a tree. His shadows whirled and obscured him, a dark fire with him burning at the core.

Elain's voice left her throat before she even thought to call him and she ran over to his figure slumped in the dimness.

She couldn't help but say his name again as she neared. 'Azriel!'

Those beautiful hands fiddled with a Siphon, but he looked even worse up close. Fatigue dragged at his body, a second weight to all the muscle and armour he already had to carry. Sweat and dirt clung to him, his hair. At least the shadows were parting, swallowing each other and misting away as they often did around her. Perhaps she should ask someday why they did that. But not today, not when his breathing was so laboured.

She raised a hand - to do what, she had no idea. She couldn't just touch him right now. 'You don't look okay.'

Something else limned his features as he huffed a light laugh and said, 'I'm fine, don't worry.' His voice was raw, so starkly different to its usual icy smoothness. It was common for him to guard his emotions, but in his state, this kind of thinking was just unhealthy. What would it take for him to be honest with her?

'You don't have to pretend with me, Azriel,' she said, lowering her hand. She studied the ground, embarrassed that she'd come up to him. What could she even offer in her pathetic childlike state when he was so clearly affected by his mission right now?

His hand rose. Her heart faltered, she had to do something, and she blurted, 'Can I wash your hair, please?'

His eyes widened, his entire composure crumbling. It wasn't often that the shadowsinger looked startled, but Elain was far too shy to show that she quite liked the effect her question had on him.

'You want to wash my hair?'

His face was so exquisite, it hurt to look at it. His eyes would be even worse; it wouldn't be the first time she was rendered speechless by their kind gaze. A myriad of colours swirled in their glistening depths - gorgeous greens and brilliant browns, all so natural and rich, if only she could look at them long enough to find their matches in the garden around her. Though, his eyes were an entire spectrum of colour in their own right. How would she ever pick out each and every shade?

And if she somehow did have the courage to meet his eyes now, what would she see of herself in their reflection?

A lovesick puppy? A doe-eyed, fearful fawn?

No, she didn't want to know.

So she swallowed and focused on his hair. Perhaps this Fae eyesight was a curse, for even his hair was shockingly fascinating. Only flat black from a distance, the faelights bobbing about the trees highlighted layer upon layer of silky raven locks up close. His hair was so dark it seemed to absorb the surrounding light. Mud stained one side of his head, and it was an effort to keep her hands from brushing it away, so she said, 'I'm positive that's mud and you shouldn't sleep with that in your hair. It'll only take a few minutes.'

He ran a hand through his hair, clumps of dirt falling out.

'You've managed to get some on your face, too.' There were light specks of mud and blood across his face, a more noticeable patch along his cheekbone, thrown into sharper relief by the faelights and his own weariness. Was that a cut beneath the patch? And another on his temple?

She leashed her arms.

What had happened? He wore the signs of a fight, but why would he come here when he knew Elain was the only one home?

His eyes bored into her face, but she refused to meet them. He seemed to lean forward then, stumbling.

Ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous that he wouldn't even acknowledge he was in need. Azriel rarely stumbled. Any fatigue Elain had felt just a while ago was now burrowing down a little longer. Her voice was firm when she spoke. 'I'm washing your hair. It'll help relax you into falling asleep.'

His brows rose, but if Elain stood there one more moment she wouldn't have the courage to do anything for him. For herself - she could take care of someone else. She could do for Azriel what she hadn't done for Feyre all those years as a human.

And for Azriel, she could tend to the male who'd provided her with comfort and safety in this world of distress and danger.

So she pulled him along, clenching her jaw and refusing to look back. Her heart hammered in her chest but she continued, hand wrapped round his armoured arm. Her hand slid down to his wrist but just as she was about to replace her grip, he grabbed her other hand and pulled her into him.

The shadows instantly began to ensconce them, dozens of those cool tendrils twining like vines. The estate loomed huge before them, and Elain gripped Azriel's hand tighter.

'My bathroom,' she said. Beneath the low whisper of those shadows, her blood thrummed, her heart so painfully obvious against her ribs now. It would be a wonder if the spymaster wasn't aware of it. Though she did hear another flutter above, right by her ear. But as expected, the shadows made quick work of their journey and she didn't have the chance to dwell on it further.

Now out of the comfort of Azriel's hold, Elain set down her blanket and made to grab a chair from her bedroom. His dark presence was so overwhelming that she exhaled lightly as she entered the room and took the chair. She dragged it to the sink, avoiding his gaze, and pulled a towel, soap and a large jug from the cupboard by the door.

As she settled the soap and jug on the sink, she dared a glance at him. He was still clad in full armour, those black scales gleaming like obsidian over his skin, his Siphons glistening jewels across his body. 'I think you'll have to collapse your armour for this,' she said.

He inclined his head and tapped a Siphon, those scales lashing back into each other with cruel elegance. They were a mirror of their master: cold, controlled and unyielding, forged from scintillating darkness. He was a night sky riddled with stars; light existed if only one bothered to look for it.

Azriel's great wings righted themselves as he stood straight, now looking smaller in just his black tunic and trousers. Something about him seemed vulnerable without the armour, so Elain breathed, 'It's beautiful, all of it.' The hulking armour, the classic simplicity of the tunic and trousers, and the male who wore them all.

He was just so wonderful, Azriel. An enigma that could see her own. Her heart clenched.

Azriel rustled his wings, colour blossoming on his cheeks.

Elain blinked and pulled the chair out a little. 'Please sit.' As he sunk down, she rested the towel on his shoulders, hovering her fingers above his forehead. Her body tensed and her fingers remained suspended. It was like a spark of tension flickered in the space between their skin, teasing her, tempting her, taunting her.

After all, she'd offered to wash his hair, an act that would certainly require touching. But why was she so hesitant? She'd touched him before - kissed his cheek, even. Although that had been in the heat of adrenaline, a mark of her gratitude where a simple thank you wouldn't suffice, not for risking his own life for hers.

This was - what was this?

She finally lowered her fingers through that tense spark, pushing his head back against the sink. It was exhilarating, this contact, but he lowered his wings, shifting on the seat. Elain moved into the space he gave, turning on the tap as he went still. Just as her body was taut, taut as the skin of a drum.

She checked the water. Warm. It was time to start.

Azriel was looking up at her. Something like yearning swirled in his eyes.

He looked so tired. It made her heart ache.

'You can close your eyes,' Elain whispered. And he did.

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dragoqueen · 3 years

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5 Times Bucky Helped out Peter + 1 Time Peter Returned the Favor

Summary: Peter may or may not be one of the best procrastinators there is. Which leads to some tricky situations when he has patrol late in the night and school in the morning. Luckily, Bucky is there to help him out.

Words: 1790

Alright, so maybe procrastinating on his homework by going on patrol wasn’t the best idea when he had a 3 page paper on WWII due the next day. But, in his defense, he had already created a plan for it. The thing could practically write itself at this point, and if only it could. The real problem was that he left it on his desk, and he didn’t remember half of it.

So here he was, sitting at his desk in the dark, with a single lamp on, a large mug of coffee to his right, and a computer with a blank google doc pulled up, the blinking cursor reminding him of every second gone to waste of him not getting any work done. His eyes were dry from staring at the screen for a good half an hour, and he was about ready to give up and just accept the terrible grade.

Suddenly, a noise from the hallway pulls his attention away from the computer. Footsteps slowly approach his room, though his spidey sense doesn't alert him of any danger. A mental arm slides through the cracked doorway and slowly the rest of the door opens to reveal Bucky, blinking from the sudden exposure to light. Peter quickly turns the brightness on his computer down before turning back to the man who had already taken a seat on the bed. “What are you doing up so late?” he asks gruffly, though Peter can sense the well-meaning-ness behind the question.

“Forgot I had a paper due tomorrow. It’s kinda important, can’t miss it.” he answers.

“You know you’re supposed to do that kind of stuff over time, properly. That way it turns out nice. What’s the paper over?”

“World War Two heroes.”

He lets out a soft snort, “well that should be pretty easy. You have two of us living with you.”

“Yeah, but all of my research is currently sitting in my desk at school and this is due tomorrow! It’s going to take at least a few hours to write this.”

“Peter, you can’t be doing this. A growing boy like you needs his rest. Especially you, being a growing spiderling and all.”

“I know. I’m sorry if I woke you up, I’m just trying to get this done as quietly as possible. I already made a cup of coffee to keep me up so I should be fine, and I promise I’ll go to bed when I’m done if you want to go back to sleep.”

“No. I’ll help you. Research will take too long, I’ll provide information and fuel. Stay here.”

Bucky stands up, ruffling Peter’s hair before exiting the room. Peter awkwardly sits there, his chair angled towards the doorway, as he waits for Bucky to return. He’s just barely fighting against sleep when he hears Bucky’s footsteps approaching the room. Ha makes an attempt to sit up more, but decides to just prop his head up with one hand.

Bucky pov

Bucky gives the kid a smile when he sees him. He was super adorable, and was definitely worth protecting. He’d pulled plenty of all-nighters before, mostly just from nightmares and his body refusing to sleep. His mind always returns back to his time in the army and with HYDRA. He’d only told Steve about these nightmares, and typically they’d get through it together. Especially since Steve had trouble sleeping as well after being frozen in the ice for so long. However, Steve hadn’t been up when Bucky’s body refused sleep, and he’d seen the light in the baby spider’s room. One thing led to another and here he was, handing him a large pitcher of ice water, a cup, and a plate containing four ham and turkey sandwiches cut into triangle halves.

“Here’s the deal. You’re going to work and I’ll answer any questions that you have. If you finish at a reasonable time, I’ll make you a huge breakfast in the morning as a celebration. What hero did you choose? Steve… Peggy…?”

“Oh, actually Mr. Winter Soldier White Wolf Bucky Barnes, sir. I chose to write about you.”

“Me…” Bucky’s baffled. He hadn’t viewed himself as a hero in the slightest. Especially with all of the Winter Soldier… stuff. Even during the war he was more of a sidekick than anything. One of “Captain America’s” many accomplices. The kid was sweet though. “I… okay. I guess helping you with this thing is going to be easier than I thought. Umm… What kind of information do you need, kid?”

“One paragraph has to be general information about your life before the war, like where were you born, where did you go to school, what was your childhood like, etc. The second one has to be what was your contribution to the war, what you were mots known for, etc. And then the third one is about your affect on others and our everyday life, which is more based on me than research I need for you. All and all, pretty easy. Especially with your help, Mr. Bucky Barnes, sir. My research hadn't resulted in a lot of stuff because it's a "controversial topic at school," the kid actually used air quotes. He's so precious. "But, I did you anyway because you're really cool and more people need to realize it. Sorry if I ranted a bit there."

“It’s fine kid. Like you said, this shouldn’t be too hard. Also, you can just call me Bucky.”

“Alright Mr. Bucky. Let’s get started? I can just write down the information I need and then you can go to sleep-”

“Nope, we’re in this together. I’m staying up as long as you are so better get started.”

“Oh… alright then. I’m going to write a quick thesis and then maybe ask you a few questions based on the different paragraphs, if that’s all right?”

“Perfectly fine, kid.”

Peter writes out a quick thesis he’d been mulling over as he’d stared at the blank screen for so long. He thought it actually wasn’t half bad. Then, he begins filling in information on Mr. Barnes’ (he was still planning on calling him that in his head) childhood, adding in a few fillers here and there to make the essay fit the guidelines. Every once and a while he’ll take a long gulp of water or take a bite of one of the sandwiches. They were really good.

By the time the kid has gotten to his conclusion paragraph, he’s nearly fallen asleep multiple times, and the plate of food has long gone, though Bucky had continued to keep the pitcher full for the kid, despite his reassurance that he didn’t need it. Like heck he did. Finally, kid types the last sentence and turns it in, slumping over his desk on top of the recently closed laptop. Bucky chuckles, and grabs the dishes from the desk, assuming the kid would move to the bed by himself. Once he’s returned to make sure he’s asleep, the kid’s passed out, still over the desk. Bucky picks the kid up and moves him to the bed, Peter only letting out a small sigh in his sleep as protest. He pulls the covers over him before closing the doors behind him, moving back to his own room after finally feeling tired.

Steve’s sitting at the edge of his bed when he returns, looking slightly worried. He grins when he sees his husband return, scooting over to allow him to sit down. “Sorry I wasn’t up, you know you could’ve woke me up, right?”

“I know. But I didn’t want to disturb you. After all, you looked so peaceful,” he teases. “And anyway, the kid was still up doing an assignment.”

“He get it finished?”

“Yeah, helped him a bit. Gonna have to make him breakfast in the morning as a reward.”

“Well aren’t you the parent.”

“Shut it punk. I want to sleep.”

“Alright.” They both return to the bed and end up passing out almost instantly.

Bucky wakes up first the next morning, surprised to get some of the best sleep he’s gotten in a while. As promised, Bucky makes a large meal, fit for the endless void of food that was caused from the family of spies, gods, super soldiers, and other assorted bottomless pits. For the rest of them he whips up some pancakes, bacon, and eggs. However, for Peter he makes a couple of chocolate-drizzled croissants (a favorite of the spiderling) a chocolate flavored smoothie (with a bit of coffee mixed in for energy), and a small bowl of assorted fruits.

Soon after the foot is done the team begins to trickle in at their own pace. Pepper and Natasha are up first, having breakfast together with a cup of coffee before moving off to their assorted morning duties. Sam, Clint, and the twins appear shortly after, fighting over the biggest pancakes like children. In the middle of it Steve appears, giving his husband a kiss on the cheek before sitting in between the two squabbling children. Sam and Clint give one last glare to each other before settling with the food on their plates. Tony and Bruce were at a science convention meeting, so they were currently at a hotel in Washington. Strange had taken a visit to Kamar-Taj, so he too was absent from their breakfast. And Thor, Loki, and Carol were all off-world.

Finally, the spiderling made an appearance, solidifying his child-like being by rubbing his eyes with his fist, blinking into the chaos of the morning. FRIDAY automatically dimmed the lights as he walked in, alerting everyone of his presence. Various greetings were exchanged as he sat down at their abnormally large table for his breakfast. He looks at Bucky curiously, to confirm that his breakfast would be a satisfying reward, his eyes growing bigger than they had thought humanly possible when the tray of food was set before him. “Wow, thank you Mr. Bucky. You really didn’t have to do this!”

“Hey! How come the kid gets a special breakfast?” Clint complains.

“Because the kid actually works hard for things in life, and this is a reward for him. Now eat up Peter, Happy will be here to pick you up in about 20 minutes.”

Peter nods his thanks before digging into the meal. It tastes even better than he could have imagined and by the time Happy comes to pick him up, he’s eaten it all and feels fresh and prepared for the coming school day.

When he returns from school he happily tells everyone in the tower of how his teacher really enjoyed his WWII essay and had him read it aloud, which earns himself a proud smile from Bucky.

#bucky barnes #buckybarnes #peterparker #peter parker #avengers #spiderman #superfamily #5+1 #5+1 fic #fanfiction #fanfic #avengers fanfiction #avengers fanfic

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alisoncooper · 3 years

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42 Distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead.

The hours kept passing in their rigid, monotonous way, as was its nature - dragging its nails down the plasterboard of the office, so the emptiness echoed through the chamber and made Adam feel as restless as a child listening to the uncomfortable squeak of chalk in a classroom.

Truthfully, he could've left hours ago. Nothing was physically stopping him from going now, even. He could pick up a few beers on his way home, pop into that Chinese takeaway on the corner that has the fishbowl full of chewy mints on the counter, and enjoy the precious few hours of the Bank Holiday that remained.

But when he tapped his polished shoes against the thin carpet and looked up from his phone towards the muffled cursing coming from behind Fergus' closed glass door, he resigned himself to staying a bit longer. After all, Chinese, beers, and shit TV were more fun in the company of someone who...well. Someone he didn't hate.

The corner of Adam's mouth turned up for a split second before it fell again as he watched Fergus clutch his auburn hair between his fingers, his face cast down at his desk. When was the last time Fergus had gotten up from that chair? Or made himself a fresh coffee? Or had gone for a piss, for that matter?

Maybe Adam ought to do something about that? Not the piss thing, but the too-busy-working-to-actually-take-a-break thing. And he had a plan that he knew worked at least eighty-seven per cent of the time.

After making a fresh coffee, Adam pushed on the door handle without knocking, his presence barely making Fergus draw his eyes from the paperwork littering his desk. He grunted his hello as Adam placed the fresh cup beside him.

"How's it going?" Adam asked, knowing the answer already. "IT not managed to fix the system yet?"

"No, they're about as useful to me as a strap-on is to a nun," Fergus grumbled, suppressing a yawn and rubbing his forehead.

Adam grinned as he stepped up behind Fergus and pressed his hands to his shoulders. "I bet nuns could do a lot with a strap-on," he pretended to ponder, dropping a kiss to Fergus' crown. "Most of them are dirty fuckers anyway."

But Fergus didn't answer beyond a sigh, a reshuffling of his papers, and a cry of, "seriously, how fucking long does it take to fix a fucking network outage?!"

"Relax," Adam said with a shrug, pressing his face against Fergus' hair. "This shit will all be here tomorrow. Fuck it off for tonight, and let's get out of this hell-hole and get a Chinese."

"I'm a bloody minister, Adam," Fergus said through his teeth, "I can't just fuck work off whenever I like."

Pressing a carefully placed kiss on Fergus' temple, he shrugged again. "Of course you can. Mannion does it. What's the point of being a minister if you can't just fuck things off from time to time?"

"Well, thankfully, I'm not Mannion, am I?" he pointed out, noticing how his shoulders were beginning to unwind under Adam's firm touch. "Go home, Adam. I'll catch up with you later."

"No, it's okay...just stop for half an hour, yeah? Relax."

"I won't be able to relax if I leave it. I would've finished fucking hours ago if IT got off their fat fucking arses and actually did something around here."

Adam nodded solemnly and pressed another warm kiss to Fergus' temple, lingering there for a second before sliding his arms over his chest and pressing his hands to Fergus' sternum. Even through their layers of starched clothing, Adam could feel the steady beat of Fergus' heart. "Maybe they'll have fixed it by the time we get back?"

"I doubt it," Fergus sighed hopelessly, turning his head towards Adam. "I'm sorry it's another wasted Bank Holiday."

"It's not totally wasted," he answered, dipping his face lower to kiss Fergus' jaw beneath his ear, smiling as Fergus shifted slightly in his rickety chair. He kissed there again, not giving his boss a chance to shake him off.

Striking through a paragraph with his Parker, Fergus muttered, "I know what you're doing, and it's not going to work."

"I'm not doing anything," Adam said.

"You're trying to distract me, but the longer you try to do that, the longer I'm going to be here."

"Well, if you won't take a break, at least kiss me back, and I'll leave you alone," countered Adam slyly.

Fergus shook his head, doing his best not to smile. He was a serious politician with serious work to do, and he did not get distracted by trifling affections. He just didn't.

"I haven't got time to play games, Adam," he insisted. "Get out before I staple your fucking lips together."

Naturally, Adam didn't listen. Instead, he decided to pepper several kisses over Fergus' jaw and neck, travelling down to his shoulder.

"Fucking knock it off!"

"It's for your own good," he quipped, leaning away from Fergus to turn his chair, so they were facing one another. Now he could see just how rose-tinted Fergus' face had become, but whether it was from frustration or fluster, he couldn't be entirely sure. "As your adviser, I advise you to take a break or give me one kiss to leave you alone."

Fergus narrowed his eyes and wrapped his fingers tighter around his pen, regarding the glint in Adam's eye with suspicion. "You promise you'll leave if I kiss you?"

"That's what I said."

Feigning great reluctance, Fergus leaned forward, kissing Adam with a sincere softness that said, "thank you for trying. Thank you for staying. Thank you for caring about me like this. I'm sorry I've ruined another day off. I love you. I love you."

Adam cupped Fergus' cheek, running his thumber over his cheekbone like Fergus was made of fine porcelain, sighing peacefully into his mouth.

Maybe it was Adam's surprisingly calming influence, perhaps it was exhaustion catching up with him, or maybe it was the promise of a warm evening cuddled on the sofa with food that would make him feel shit tomorrow, but Fergus pulled away with a blissful smile - his IT troubles far behind him.

"Alright," he said gently. "I'll fuck this off for today-" he gestured to his desk -"but you're paying for the Chinese, and I want to watch BBC Parliament."

Adam rolled his eyes with a groan, unable to hide his smile. "Actually, maybe you should stay here after all."

"Sorry, but your distraction technique was just too great," Fergus said solemnly, pulling Adam to him by his burgundy tie.

#sorry this took so long #apparently i can't write anything under 1k lmaoo #anyway thank you!!#the thick of it #adam kenyon #fergus williams #otp: tweedletwat and tweedleprick #my writings

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Stressed Out

Pairing - Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary - While trying to complete a final essay, a very stressful Y/N snaps at her boyfriend.

Warnings - None

Word Count - 1064 words

Shoutout to @spenceneedsahug for the idea!

And and all imagines/fanfics/blurbs are written solely by me so please don’t steal work and post it without my consent. Happy reading!

Growing up I always wanted to lived a well balanced life but here I was living the most unbalanced life I could possibly imagine. I worked two jobs, along with completing my third year of university through online classes. Working two jobs and completing online school didn't sound so bad, at first.

From Spence

Hey baby, just wrapped up the case and we're on the jet. We should be home in a couple of hours. Can't wait to see you. I love you! xx Was the text I received a few hours ago.

My boyfriend Spencer texted me that him and his team are on their way back home from Los Angeles after being away for a week on a case. Spencer always felt bad for never begin around, I always assured him that I was fine and that his job needed him more then me. He always disagreed with me on that topic. But in this very moment I wanted nothing more than to wrap my arms around him.

But here I am, coming home from a 10 am to 6 pm retail job to be faced with loads of notes and a blank word document. I sat on the floor of Spencer's study room surrounded by notes and several coffee cups. I was majoring in Political Science but this one specific course was kicking my butt; POLSCI 2M03 - Governance, Representation and Participation in Democracies. I had to write one final essay for the semester and then I would be done my third semester of university.

I had notes scattered everywhere I didn't even know what I was doing anymore. My eyes scanned my textbook for the millionth time rereading the same paragraphs hoping to pull out some useful information. I rubbed my temples as I felt a headache slowly starting to take over my brain. I shut my textbook and grabbed the coffee cup and walked to the kitchen. I poured myself, god knows my 10th maybe 11th cup of coffee of the day. I always made fun of Spence for drinking too much coffee but him and I both knew that I took the crown for that.

I grabbed a granola bar from the pantry and headed back into the room.

"Okay, you have to focus. Come on, you can do this." I told my self as I stared at the word document that only had my name and date on it. I sighed and started typing the first thoughts that came into my head after all the readings I read. I was so into typing I didn't notice when the front door opened and when Spencer entered into the study. My eyes didn't leave my laptop as my fingers continued to type out my thoughts as they flooded out.

"Hey baby." Spence whispered, softly rubbing your shoulders as he leaned to the side and kissed your temple. "Come on, let's head to bed."

"Hey. I have to finish this essay." I motioned towards my laptop screen.

"Baby, it's really late. Besides, you know I don't like sleeping alone." Normally I would drop anything to jump into bed with Spence. When I didn't respond, Spence started to kiss down my neck, slowly making his way down to my shoulders. "It's late and you probably can't concentrate anyways."

"Spence, please not right now." I pushed him away slightly.

"This will still be here tomorrow. Come now." He stated, as his lips connected to my neck again.

"Spence please! I have to have this finished by tomorrow. If you are tired then please go to bed! I will join you once I'm finished. Just leave me alone. Now, please leave!" I snapped. Spence was taken back from my outburst. I felt him pull back and he lingered for a bit before walking out.

A couple of seconds later as soon as I heard the bedroom door close I sighed.

"Ugh, crap! No!" I muttered knowing that he was hurt by my sudden outburst. Spence was right, I can't concentrate anymore, my brain felt fried. I turned off my laptop, shut my books shut the lights and headed into the bedroom.

The room was dark expect for the small light from the night light. I climbed into bed and sat criss-crossed from Spence, his back was facing me.

"Love, I'm so sorry." I knew that he was awake. "I've had a really long day and I didn't mean to snap at you." I felt the tears following. He stayed silent for a few seconds. "Please, don't go to be upset at me." As soon as those words followed, Spence sat up and turned on the lamp beside him.

He pulled me for a hug and rubbed my back as I sobbed into his neck. "Shh, you're okay. I'm here."

"I-I'm sorry." I sobbed, the words barely above a whisper.

"I understand baby it's just that I miss you when I'm away. When I get home I don't like seeing you like this. It breaks my heart."

"I know you don't and I'm sorry."

"I know this is crunch time for you right now and it's hard." I pull back and Spence smiles. "Statically speaking, lack of sleep and over working yourself can cause high blood pressure, a unhealthy eating pattern and have negative impacts on your lifestyle. A study by Stanford and Harvard business institutions found that working for too long can increase your chance of mortality by at least 20 percent." I smile as it was music to my hears hearing Spence spit out random facts. It was one of my favorite things about him.

Spence wiped the remaining tears and leaned in for a soft kiss.

"Love I'm really tired and I just to want to cuddle with you." I say.

"I know, come here beautiful." He laid on his back, as I rested my head on his chest, wrapping my right arm around his torso.

"I love you so much." He kissed my temple as I shut my eyes.

"I love you too."

#spencer reid #BAU #criminal minds #spencer reid fanfiction

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ugh-such-a-simpbitch · 3 years

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Holding onto You

Tyler Seguin x Jamie Benn

WARNINGS: 18+, very much 18+, smut, masterbation, bdsm, barebacking, oral, pegging, restraints, slight humiliation, little bit of fluff, I think that’s it just good luck.

Requested: yes? Anon said they’d read my fic if it’s seggy and benn making out so I gave y’all horny bastards more than y’all asked for 😂❤️

Word Count: 6.7k

This fic takes a bit in place of Tyler’s time in the hospital and through his recovery process. What started as thoughtful visits turned into a kindling romance full of secret passion. I hope you guys enjoy!

I do wanna quickly note, if the paragraphs look weird that’s cuz my writing was long in each paragraph and tumblr was like “that paragraph was to big for us to handle” psh yeah but I’ll show you something else big you can’t handle. It’ll make my paragraphs look like nothin 🙄 anyways, ENJOY!

It was the 2020 off season, and as we all know Tyler had to undergo surgery and therapy for his hip and knee. It was dark, miserable, and for the most part a lonely time for the golden boy. It wasn’t until he visited that brightened up Tylers day. Though he felt shameful being seen in such a vulnerable state, it was good to see his closest friend come around to help encourage and cheer him up. “What are you doing here? Don’t you have anything better to do like oh I don’t know ANYTHING?” Tyler said playfully. “oh please I could be anywhere right now if I wanted to.” Said Jamie. It had been a while since the last time they have seen each other, so this visit was very special to Tyler. Seeing his teammate struck a chord within him, it made him feel like he was special. Not like how everyone else sees him, but special in the eyes of the people closest to him. Jamie had always been there for Tyler through thick and thin, but this time it was different. “I don’t know if you’re allowed to have this but I got you some candy to snack on while you’re here.” “Why thank you Jamie, I’ll be sure to eat these later! You really didn’t have to bring me anything, you know that right?” “Yeah but I figured why not, you could use a little pick me up even if that’s just some m&ms really. You’ve been here for so long the team, including me, are rooting for your comeback whenever that may be.” In that moment Tyler felt a rather confusing feeling. He wasn’t sure if it was hope or the lack of. He was desperate to recover and do what he loves best with the guys. Hearing what Jamie said really made him feel good for a moment till his thoughts colluded and made him feel like a holdback. “Ty, I know that look on your face, what’s on your mind?” “It’s nothin really, nothin important.” He says. “No, don’t do that! Don’t do that thing where you say it’s nothing but you know deep down something is bothering you. Don’t shut down on me, we never keep anything from each other!” Jamie said sternly. Hesitantly, Tyler readjusts himself from where he is laying, Jamie helping him get comfortable, after a deep breath, he starts to open up. “I don’t think I’ll actually fully recover. I don’t think, with everything I’m having to deal with right now I just don’t think that I’ll ever get to be 100% with how I used to be. I’ll only be a setback once I’m back on the ice, that is if I ever get to get back out there...” “Could you be more dense? Of course you’re gonna recover! You’re going to comeback better than ever! It doesn’t matter how long it takes, you will come back and everyone is going to be so excited even if you still have some kinks to work out. I know it seems hard now, but you got this okay segs? No matter what you’re coming back, I’ll make damn sure of it.” Tyler couldn’t help but to actually feel encouraged, he felt warm inside. A feeling he hasn’t felt in a long time. He had been pent up in the hospital for so long there was so many emotions inside him he could never work out, but with Jamie, oh Jamie, how he makes everything feel so crystal clear. After a couple hours have passed, the nurse comes in and says it’s time for Tyler to eat, so the boys say their goodbyes and how Jamie will come by again if not tomorrow, next week. As he sat alone in the room he had adapted to finishing the grilled chicken and mashed potatoes he was given, Tyler looks over at the box of m&ms his friend has given him. He grabs the box and holds onto it with a smile on his face, not yet opening it, he embraces the box of hard shelled chocolate and falls into a peaceful sleep.

As Jamie had left his best friends hospital room, he makes his way down into the lobby, then to his car. He starts up the engine, but takes a moment to himself as he takes a deep breath in and shed a couple tears of sympathy. As he dries his slightly wetted eyes, Jamie pulls himself together, turns on the radio, and starts to drive back into his big empty home to await the next day. Jamie pulls up into the driveway, and parks his car taking his time to go inside. It wasn’t that long of a drive home, but this one felt a little more tingly than normal for Jamie. He is depicted as this manly guy that you should never mess with and he’d be damned if he allowed anyone to see him show his soft side in front of someone he isn’t fully connected with. The only person he has ever shown his soft side to was Tyler, and Tyler respected Jamie for that as he promised he wouldn’t share that information with anyone Jamie didn’t feel comfortable with. Even though he preaches it to Tyler, Jamie can shut down and build walls. He doesn’t really like to show emotion in front of anyone, he isn’t comfortable doing so. Again the only person that makes him feel like he can be truly him, is Tyler. As miserable as Tyler is being alone at the hospital, going through all these rehabilitation treatments, nobody has come to think of his good ol’ pal Jamie to see how he’s handling it all. The man sulks every night just counting the days, hoping his best friend returns to the NHL.

As he enters his home, Jamie decided to make himself a simple sandwich. As the silence runs in on him, his mind starts to wander, going to places he didn’t think even existed. It dawns on him as to what he was thinking about and for a split second actually liked what he was seeing, but he quickly shut that thought down. Jamie was a single man, but it didn’t mean he had needs. Sure he could take the easy route and just hire a hooker, but he wanted something more. To experience something more than just pity sex. He could obtain any woman he wanted, but deep down as nice as these girls were, he still didn’t feel complete. Jamie finishes his sandwich and decides to clean up and take a hot shower to blow off some excess steam. He turns on the faucet and allows the water to fall. He’s feeling more needy than usual, but he was too tired to call in for another girl to defile. He decided why not jerk off to memories of previous nights he found exhilarating, and maybe add a bit of fantasies in his mind. He undresses and steps into the shower, muscles loosening as his length starts to harden. As he starts to pump himself, his mind thinks about how he was on top of the black haired woman in fishnets named Stephanie, completely ecstatic as her screams filled the room and her cunt dripping in fluids soaking the bedsheets completely. Then he thought about the other night how he had the same girl folded over on all fours as he pounds her viciously from behind making “steph” shake crazily, as well as how he had a Blondie named Jessica pinned up against the wall and her eyes in tears begging for a slower pace, but then something changed. Jamie’s mind wanders into fantasy and his best friend enters his mind. He tried to shake it off, but after many failures he allows his powerful curiosity see where it takes him. As he slows the pace of his strokes he lets his conscious wander. “Fuck Jamie you’re going to make me cum~ I don’t think I can hold it in anymore! Fuckkk I can’t do that here! You’ll make me buy you a new one and that’s expensive as hell! OW JAMIE YOU DID THAT ON- mmmmmmm just like that baby.” Jamie hardens even more at these thoughts and his strokes move more faster and faster. He groans at his excitement as he starts to peak. Sinning in his thoughts he thinks of all the things he could do to his best friend, and that threw him overboard. Groaning and moaning loudly, Jamie cums all over in his shower, more than usual. His orgasm touching him in every cell in his body tingling up and down his body and on his cock. Tip to shaft, all he feels is a beautiful sensation. Coming back to reality, Jamie realized what he just did and pondered all night because of it.

A week later Jamie comes back to visit Tyler, this time bringing him a Victor E Green plushie “to keep him company.” The pair had kept in touch since the last time they saw each other, but Jamie had been a little dry and distant, although his one man show says otherwise. They chatted again for another couple hours, Jamie sharing some stories from previous practices. “HE DID NOT DO THAT!” Tyler yelled. “I’m serious! Ask him yourself! Pavs wanted to test the kid and Robo couldn’t stop to go back to the benches and tumbled over the barrier! You should’ve been there!” After a few moments of silence after Jamie had realized what he had said, he proceeds to speak first. “Do you get worked up in here at all? Like I know it’s a stupid question but what all do you do, other than lay In bed in here.” Tyler inhales, “ ummm well lately I’ve been working on walking on my own, and doing light exercises. Ummm well of course I watch whatever is on tv, I make sure I watch all of our games and heh some special wrestling on my phone working other parts of my body if you know what I mean!” “Just had to be cheeky didn’t you Seguin?” The boys laugh at each other’s remarks. “Dude go get you some food and come back, come dine with me tonight, we can watch the raptors play.” “I don’t know Ty it’s getting kind of late and-“ “ PLEAAAASSEEEE FOR MEEEEE YOUR BESTEST OF BEST FRIENDDDDDDD!!!” “Okay okay! Stop yelling or we’re going to get in trouble!” Jamie says while laughing. “There’s a McDonald’s down the street, I’ll pick some up and come back,” Tyler tries to interrupt, “don’t worry! I’ll smuggle you some chicken nuggets you child.” About 20 minutes later, Jamie comes back to see Tyler just getting his dinner for the night. Tyler puts the raptors on and Jamie sits back in the recliner that is in Tyler’s room. As the boys begin to eat, Jamie passes Tyler the chicken nuggets he promised to give him. “Yayyyy thank you!” He says with the biggest grin on his face. Tyler had been stuck with hospital food for a while now, Jamie bringing him the chicken gave him the most happiest feeling, since it brought a sense of normalcy back into his life. Though his time in the hospital was starting to feel like his new normal. After the game was over, Jamie stretches his legs and proceeds to start telling Tyler good bye. Saddened, Tyler gives his best friend a hug from his bed and messes with Jamie’s hair. They both laugh about it for a moment till they collected themselves. Jamie leans over and gives his friend a kiss on his head, gives him a pat, and proceeds to go home to end the night. As random as it was for Jamie to kiss Tyler on the head, it felt normal, and it didn’t bother them one bit. In fact, they both liked it. Tyler looked up at his leaving friend, gave him a smile, and proceeded to say good night. The night was over and the pair made sure to keep seeing each other after that fun night they had. Some nights Jamie would actually stay the night in Tyler’s room. He would sleep on the couch by the window and leave a little late in the morning after breakfast to go to practice. From what started to become a once a week visit turned into every other day visits, and it was the best time for both boys.

As the months past and Tyler’s release from the hospital, Jamie frequently will come over to make sure Tyler is alright and is comfortable with where he is at. Tyler’s sister were already there to help their brother, but Jamie’s help was really a reassurance on his part. One day, the girls were out and Jamie came over to take care of Tyler. Jamie insisted that they go out and take some time off to relax, but deep down it was just an excuse to be with Tyler alone for a couple hours. Tyler was at the point where he can walk on his own and skate lightly, but his sisters being there was just insurance to make sure he doesn’t accidentally hurt himself. Tyler wasn’t aware that Jamie was coming over so he thought why not take a load off and have some primal relief. Tyler had already got started and it wasn’t until Jamie walked in on him that had caught him off guard. “Well geez Jamie if you’re gonna watch you might as well put in the work and do this for me.” He said in a playful seductive manner. Jamie couldn’t help but to feel himself start to harden up beneath his shorts from Tyler’s remarks. He wasn’t sure if he was joking are if he actually meant it. “Oh please don’t act all shy now, you know you’ve thought about it and you know you want it, so come over here and finish me off.” Tyler wasn’t the type to make demands but deep down he wanted Jamie to touch him. He had secrets he never told anyone, but he was willing to take a risk with his long time best friend. “You’re not the one who gets to make the demands.” Jamie says a he lunges forward and kisses Tyler very passionately and without hesitation. The two men felt themselves both harden up as Jamie proceeds to caress Tyler’s cock. He starts slow and switches the pace of his strokes, catching Tyler off guard yet again. “Mister Tyler Seguin thinks he can make the demands? No sir I don’t think so. You’re lucky that you’re pretty and that I like you. Maybe I’ll go easy on you if you behave yourself.” Tyler didn’t think he can get harder than that, but he did and he was extremely turned on by the possessiveness and this dominating side of Jamie. He couldn’t help but to push for more. “Fuck Jamie I didn’t think you’d have anything like this in you. I can’t help but to wonder what else you have up your sleeve.” Tyler felt exhilarating, he craved so much that he didn’t even know where to begin with what he wanted to do, and Jamie was the same way. Tyler pulled Jamie in close and started to kiss him even more with more emotion in every kiss he made. He even started to kiss down onto Jamie’s neck and even took his shirt off. Tyler had already been shirtless before Jamie’s arrival, but deep down he wanted Jamie to see his skin exposed. Jamie starts to pump Tyler even faster which makes him even harder underneath his shorts. Tyler didn’t think it was fair that this was all going towards him, so immediately he pulled Jamie’s shirt off and shorts down and exposes his hardened length and proceeds to touch. “Fuck Jamie I didn’t think you liked me this much!” “Oh shut up Seguin you’re the reason why I’m here in the first place, now start working.” “Jamie Benn, all star captain who’s hooking up with his best friend. Sounds like a juicy scandal!” He teases. “Keep talking and I’ll shove my cock deep into your mouth. I’ll give you juicy.” Jamie couldn’t handle with what Tyler was doing to him. This is the first time either of them are doing anything like this, but they can’t help but to dive into their temptations. Jamie on top, the pair can’t keep their mouths off of each other and each has a hold on the other just going to town. “Fuck Jamie keep that pace! You’re going to make me cum!” Jamie then uses his free hand and puts it around Tyler’s throat. Maintaining eye contact he then says, “Not till I tell you to. Got it? Lemme hear you give your word.” Tyler was feeling too ecstatic to even get the words out. “I said let me hear you give me your word!” He says as he tightens his grip around Tyler’s throat slightly. With precum dripping from his tip, Tyler spits the words out. “I won’t cum-

until you tell me to!” “That’s what I like to hear. Good boy following instructions.” With them both fastening their strokes, kisses getting sloppier and sloppier, the two were almost at their peak. Their groans filled the room and they were so close. They were both leaking and each took a moment to taste the liquid that was laying on their hands. Tyler took it upon himself to make sure when he got his taste to make Jamie lose it. Sucking every spot that had Jamie on his hand, not missing a single spot, Jamie just about had it. Jamie proceeds to open up his mouth, about to speak- “Tyler! We’re home!” The boy’s instantly started scrambling putting back on their clothes, pretending the last 35 minutes they were experiencing never happened. “We’re in here!” Tyler shouted. The girls walk in and stand by the doorway. “Y’all are home soon” Jamie said. “Yeah, we went to go pick up some coffee and hit the spa, but by the time we got to the place they were really busy.” Said Cassidy. “There was a whole party in there, we decided we’ll just relax here at home, maybe go swimming.” Said Candace. “Well have fun I guess.” Tyler says while laughing. The girls walk away but when the guys thought they could take a breath, Cassidy runs back into the room and asks, “did something happen in here?” Tyler simply told her no and shoved her away. “Okay okay! Mister Defensive! I’ll leave y’all alone!” Even though they were so close, it was probably the most fulfilling experience both boys have ever felt in their lives. A life changing reality check, but it felt so right. The way Tyler had Jamie pushing for more, and Jamie giving into Tyler’s needs while doing what he does best, this was the best thing for the both of them. Even though they didn’t finish off the rest of the day, you knew that this was a new addiction that they never want to get sober for.

It had been a while since the two last hooked up in the golden boy’s bedroom, but it didn’t mean they didn’t talk about how they felt, and established some boundaries if they were to allow this fling to last on. Of course there were the occasional make out sessions that nearly took them back into the bedroom, but they wanted to go slow before jumping back into something that big. Tyler has been working more and has actually gotten to skate some more with the guys. He was almost 100%. Jamie and Tyler were hanging out a lot more lately, and a lot more touchy too. Cassidy had been noticing the differences with the two, so she took it upon herself to ask them if they wanted to join her for coffee after practice. The boys said sure, so after practice they meet Cassidy at a nearby Starbucks in downtown Dallas. They ordered their drinks and sat at a table in the back. The barista comes by and gives them their drinks, and her number to Tyler on a napkin. It had a little note saying “text me!” with a heart on it as well. Tyler looked up at the girl and gave her a nice smile as she walked away. Jamie looked over feeling the jealousy form into his veins. Tyler looked over and notices that within Jamie and gave him a look of reassurance, to then Jamie relaxes. Cassidy clears her throat and begins to speak. “I know there’s something going on between the two of you, and don’t even try to deny it, the day when Candace and I were going to go to the spa, yeah there was a different energy and I KNOW that there’s something goin on, so spill.” Jamie and Tyler look at Cassidy, then at each other, and back at Cassidy. “BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” The two started busting out laughing, and almost in tears with what Cassidy had said. “You think there’s something going on between me and Jamie?” “Yes! Look at y’all! Especially just now! Seriously I want to know the truth!” The boys started laughing even harder. “Oh please, Tyler tell me right now if there actually isn’t anything going on right now. If you really mean it you’ll ask out that barista who gave you her number right here right now.” Jamie and Tyler both tense up. Tyler looks over at Jamie and back at his sister feeling attacked and unsure what he’s going to do. Is he going to tell his sister about the secret relationship with his best friend, or is he going to get into one to prove a false point to keep the secrecy alive? “Cass, just cuz there isn’t anything going on between us doesn’t mean I actually want to ask that girl out.” “Come on ty, look at her, she’s blonde and absolutely GORGEOUS! How could you not want to ask her out?” “Well from the sound of it, it seems like you’re the one interested in her eh? Maybe I should give you her number! Since you’re the one acting like you’re the one wanting to share something.” “That’s not what I-“ “I- I- what? How does it feel when someone close to you starts making assumptions about something that big in your life? Yeah not fun is it?” “Ty, I’m sor-“ “Save it, I don’t wanna hear it.” Jamie steps in. “Tyler, chill, it’s fine. She’s just curious. I know you’re doing this so I’d be comfortable, but I trust your sister enough for her to know. So it’s alright, you can tell her.” “Tell me what? -gasp- SO THERE REALLY-“ “shhhhhhh keep it down, we don’t want the whole world to know!” “Sorry! Sorry!...so there really is something going on between you two?” Tyler begins to speak. “Yeah, your speculations were right, I just hope you haven’t spread anything about it to any of your friends?” “Oh no you’re good! They’re completely oblivious. But like have y’all two you knowww did the do?” “Why is that relevant?” “I DONT KNOW! I’m just curious! I’m just now finding out my only brother is hooking up with his best friend and kept me AND everyone else in the dark about it! So can you blame me for wanting answers?” “Okay! We’ll tell you everything! Just chill out! Or I’m ordering you a decaf young lady!” The trio sat at the table for a good long hour, catching the young girl up with all of the things Tyler and Jamie kept in the dark. When they got through, they went

their separate ways as Cassidy had to meet up with some of her friends and the undercover partners were on their way to a secret date that will end in Tyler staying the night.

Jamie and Tyler both went back home after their encounter with Cassidy to get refreshed and dressed for the date night they had planned. They of course told Cassidy that’s what they were going to do tonight so she insisted Tyler call her when he’s out of the shower so she can help him pick out clothes. He reassured her it wasn’t going to be something big, just a simple dinner, a couple beers, and some relax time back at Jamie’s house. Cassidy was still hellbent and persistent on having her brother call her, so he said fine, he would call her later. “Alright little miss fangirl, I’ll call you later. Now stop being weird and go hang out with your friends!” “Byeeeee I love youuuuu!” They all said their farewells and parted ways. Jamie and Tyler had carpooled, so Jamie dropped Tyler off at his place. Tyler goes inside his house and is greeted with 3 glorious fur babies. Tyler lays his bag down by the door and heads up stairs to shower. Jamie said he would come pick him up at 6:30, it was already 4:39. Tyler saw he had some time so he heads into the shower and freshens up. After he got out, he put on some clean boxers and went ahead and dialed up Cassidy since he promised to call her when he was out of the shower. It took a couple rings until she answered. “You actually called!” The young girl said happily. “Well yeah, you’d kill me in my sleep if I didn’t.” “I would not! That would be a waste of a kill! Now, show the closet!” Tyler flipped the camera and showed his sister the clothes in his closet. He already informed her that he was just going to wear some shorts, but she can pick an appropriate shirt for tonight. After a couple of minutes had passed the young girl decided on the all black tshirt and the black button up shirt with a tiny white pattern embroidered everywhere. “Alright, I gotta get ready. Thanks sis!” “Have fun dork!” Tyler hangs up the phone, and proceeds to dress himself accordingly. He went back into the bathroom to brush his teeth again, fix his hair, and spray some cologne. An hour had already passed by so Tyler started packing a backpack. He added the usual extra clothes and his personal items in the bag. There really wasn’t much he needed to take since he was staying only for the night. Tyler was all set and ready so he decided to feed the dogs. Candace was supposed to come over to watch the dogs, she had already texted Tyler saying she was 5 minutes away from his house. She was aware that he was staying the night with Jamie, but she didn’t know the whole itinerary. Cassidy was also going to drop by to help her sister, but it wouldn’t have been till later when she will show up. 6:30 rolls around and with a Jamie on time, he pulls up to the driveway. Candace still wasn’t there yet, but she wasn’t too far away from the last she spoke to her brother. Jamie walks into the house and is greeted with a kiss from Tyler. “Hey, Candace is almost here she’s going to watch the dogs for me tonight.” He said with a grin. “Alright. We can wait here a bit till she shows up, it shouldn’t be that long right?” To his demise, Candace pulls up and comes in the house. “I’m here! I hope I didn’t make y’all wait that long!” “It’s okay Candy, I just got here.” Jamie told the girl. Candy was Candace’s nickname, just like “Cass” is Cassidy’s. “Well, y’all go do whatever it is y’all are gonna do and have fun tonight! Don’t worry I got this, and Cass should be coming over later as well, so yeah we got this! Go have fun!” “Alright alright bye! I’ll see you tomorrow!” As Candace gave her brother and Jamie a hug, she shoved them out of the house and closed the door behind her without even looking back. She had a long day at work and she knows that the dogs are well behaved, so she was going to have herself a self care night along with her sister whenever she gets home as well. Candace was more responsible than Cassidy. She had more of a mom feature while her sister was more young and spirited, but the two complimented each other like yin and yang.

Jamie and Tyler drive off and are on their way to dinner. They drive to an In n Out burger up north on the belt line. They went in and ordered some burgers and some fries, got their drinks, payed, and went to station themselves in a booth in the back of the joint. They made some small talk throughout their time there and while they ate. After they were through, the boys cleaned up after themselves and left to go back home. The drive was a little lengthy, but it wasn’t like a little music that couldn’t help. Tyler controlled the music, as that’s the only thing he’ll actually get to control. He started to play Montero by lil nas x, and turned up the volume. Jamie started laughing as he isn’t quite fond of the song, but turned to Tyler and watched him dance in his seat, screaming the lyrics. “CALL ME WHEN YOU WANT, CALL ME WHEN YOU NEED, CALL ME IN THE MORNING, ILL BE ON THE WAY~” Jamie started laughing out loud on the verge of tears from Tyler’s actions. He loved seeing Tyler do outgoing things like that, it made him feel happy and grateful that he even has Tyler in his life, just this time he feels even happier. “You’re crazy you know that right.” ”Yeah but I’m your crazy and you adore it!” He wasn’t wrong, Jamie loved everything about Tyler, he really did adore him, even if they have only been together for a short amount of time. Jamie turns onto his street and proceeds to pull into his driveway. As everyone gets out, he took it upon himself to carry Tyler’s bag in for him. It wasn’t the first time Tyler has been to Jamie’s house, but this time it felt like it was the first time all over again. Jamie runs upstairs real quick to put Tyler bag in his room, then runs back down. Tyler was already sitting on the couch, starting up Netflix so the two can watch a movie. Jamie goes into the kitchen to give Tyler a beer while he quickly runs back to the blanket and towels closet for some blankets just in case of any of them get cold. Jamie lays the blankets on one of the recliner’s he has and sits on the opposite end of the couch from Tyler. “So what do you want to watch.” Tyler asks. “Mmm doesn’t matter you can pick the movie.” “ALRIGHT!” After a couple minutes of searching, Tyler stumbles over a movie he absolutely loves. “BACK TO THE FUTURE!” “Alright alright, we’ll watch it again!” As the movie starts, the guys had already downed one beer, but craved for more theater type foods rather than alcohol. Jamie popped up some popcorn and brought in some sodas, as Tyler helped him and grabbed a blanket from the recliner. “You’re cold?” “Just a bit yeah, it’s all good though.” “Come sit over here by me babe.” Tyler scuffled over moving his drink and popcorn over by Jamie and cuddles up into the arms of his lover and progressed to watch the movie. They were already midway through the film till Jamie spoke up. “Why is he trying to fuck his mom?” “Honestly I don’t know.” “She’s not even that hot.” “Jamie! Rude!” “What!? I’m just saying! If anyone is hot it’s you!” Jamie starts to run his fingers through Tyler’s curls. “Well I think you’re hotter.” Tyler leans towards Jamie and gives him a long kiss. As Tyler was going to pull away, Jamie immediately pulls back. Kissing him harder and passionately. Jamie was hardening up and fast. Tyler notices and climbs on top of Jamie. “Damn baby you must’ve liked that didn’t ya?” He says while he slowly starts to rock his hips onto Jamie, making him start to harden up. The energy shifted from cute and comfortable to lust and adrenaline filled real quick. “You’re really asking for it aren’t you hun?” “Maybe...what are you gonna do about it love?” In an instant, Jamie flipped Tyler onto his back, turning off the tv, and removing his shirt all in the process. “I’m gonna fuck you up if you keep talking to me like that baby. So what’s it going to be? Slow and steady? Or fast and crazy?” Tyler was ecstatic, he honestly wanted Tyler to go a little crazy on him, he wanted to be dominated, he wanted what they didn’t finish off the first time. Tyler kisses Jamie and bites his lower lip after pulling away.

“Crazy it is then. I sure hope you can handle it baby, there’s no going back from it.” Jamie takes off Tyler’s shirt and throws it on the ground while kissing him. He picks Tyler up and carries him into his bedroom and throws him onto the bed. Shutting the door behind him Jamie takes off his shorts as Tyler does the same. Jamie on top he starts kissing Tyler deeper and deeper, even slipping some tongue every once in a while. He pulls Tyler’s boxers off and starts to touch him. He starts to massage the tip and trickle his fingers up and down his partners shaft making him tense in pleasure from the touch. Jamie then pulls his boxers off as well, exposing himself to Tyler and pull him onto his knees on the floor. “Since you wanted to play big shot and run your mouth, start sucking.” Tyler looks up at Jamie with glee as he licks up his length all the way to the tip and back down. As Jamie groans, Tyler works his way nipping at the tip and slowly wraps his mouth around Jamie’s cock. Tyler was taking his sweet time until Jamie grabbed his head and shoved him down further forcing him to take in more of him, and a lot faster too. It got to the point where Jamie stood up and started thrusting himself into Tyler’s mouth making him gag and drool all over his face and on Jamie’s cock. Jamie pulls himself to admire Tyler looking like a hot mess on the floor. Catching his breath Tyler tries to take Jamie back in, but Jamie wouldn’t let him. Instead Jamie sets Tyler back on the bed and spreads his legs apart. Jamie starts to do the work by taking in as much of Tyler in his mouth as he can. Tyler started to moan a lot especially at the pace Jamie enforced. “Goddammit Jamie that feels so good! Just like that baby! Anymore and you’ll make me cum!” After a few moments Tyler getting close to his peak, Jamie stops and raises himself up to kiss Tyler. Re-enacting a previous encounter, Jamie puts both hands on Tyler and has him laying flat on his back while Jamie straddles on top. “What did I tell you last time?” “What do you mean babe?” “No I know you remember, What did I tell you last time” tightening the grip just a bit, Tyler answers. “No cumming until daddy tells me to.” “That’s right baby, no cumming until I tell you to, so that means if you’re about to cum, you tell me immediately okay? Or else there will be punishment to pay.” Removing his hands and replacing them on the bed, Jamie starts to kiss Tyler’s neck and proceeds to suck on his skin making sure he leaves marks on his lover. Jamie then gets up and pulls out a box full of some restraints that he’s dying to use on Tyler. He turns Tyler around on his knees and facing away from him. Jamie then wraps himself around Tyler kissing him from behind as he started to pump Tyler’s cock sending him into a flurry. Tyler was trying to find a place to grab a hold of, but Jamie had other plans. Jamie grabbed the handcuffs from the box and grabbed both of Tyler arms, and put them behind his back. Cuffing him, Jamie keeps his lips on Tyler’s neck. “Is that too tight for you baby?” “No babe, feels just right.” Jamie starts to continue what he was doing before, making Tyler spread himself further into the sheets loving what Jamie was doing to him. “Jamie! Baby you’re gonna make me cum! I’m about to cum!” Jamie then stops his motions and moves Tyler to face him and start sucking on his hardened length again. While Tyler was working his mouth, Jamie pulled out a bottle of lube, getting ready to use it. He pulls Tyler off of him, and turns him around spreading him out on all fours. Jamie then opens up the bottle of lube and starts to squirt the liquid out all over his length, and on Tyler. Jamie crawls behind Tyler and starts to whisper in his ear, “if it’s too much for you to handle just let me know baby. I want you to feel good okay.” Taking a moment, Jamie inserts himself into Tyler, pegging him from behind bareback. He takes his time as they both of them start to moan excessively. Jamie continues to push himself more forward, adding more lube every once in a while to make his insertion easier.

Finally, after achieving to insert himself fulling into Tyler, Jamie starts to thrust. Holding onto Tyler’s cuffed hands, Jamie starts to ease into the pace. “Goddamn Tyler, who knew you’d feel so good on my cock like this. Baby you’re my addiction. How’s it feel now? Is this what you wanted? For me to fuck you from behind like this?” Tyler tensing at the new refound pleasure he is met with, he attempts to talk. “Fucking hell Jamie! Goddammit! Ahhh, faster baby! Hell if I can’t walk right in the morning, people will just say it’s my knee, so just do it! Don’t hold back!” The permission Tyler just gave Jamie was like walking into a tigers cage dressed in meat. In an instant, Jamie pulls Tyler up with a hand at his throat and the other at his hips, Jamie takes the open invitation and starts to unleash his inner animal. The pace started moving faster and faster. The bed started to shake and move to the rhythm of the thrusts. “Fu-uu-uu-uck Ja-aa-aa-mi-ie-ee, im go-onna cu-uu-uum no-oo-ow!” Jamie then pulls out, removes the cuffs, repositions Tyler on his back, then recuffs Tyler but moving his hands above his head. Jamie then reinserts himself more easier this time, and goes straight back to work. Jamie was almost at his peak as well, every thrust, every bounce, every slap, he was inching closer and closer. “Goshh...fuckkk...Tyler, you can cum now!” As both boys reach their peaks, they are both dripping in each other’s white colored icing. Jamie pulls himself out and finishes cumming on top of Tyler. Taking a finger, Jamie swipes some of Tyler cum off of his stomach and proceeds to taste. “Sweet, as expected. You’re my sugar rush.” “Lemme get a taste!” Tyler kisses Jamie’s get a taste of himself. To his delight, he finds Jamie’s statement to be true, then decides to take a taste of Jamie. “Heavenly bliss baby.” Jamie does the same to Tyler as he had done to him. “Damn right, it’s very blissful. How do you feel babe?” “Like I’m the luckiest guy in the world.” “Haha I could say the same thing right now.” Jamie gets up and brings a wet rag to clean the both of them up. Afterwards, Jamie throws the rag on the floor somewhere and proceeds to take the hand cuffs off of Tyler. They both then got underneath the sheets and cuddled with each other for a little bit. Tyler looks up at Jamie and proceeds to speak. “I could stay with you forever you know?” “Yeah, I think I’d like that a lot.” “I love you.” “I love you to Tyler, so much.”

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This Christmas pt2

John Wick x Reader

Masterlist This Christmas Masterlist

London It was the second day of the conference and Y/n had spent most of the day in John’s suite, giving his speech one final proof reading while he went over some paperwork. Outside of the hotel and the center where the week long event was being held, Y/n hadn’t really seen much of the expansive city, much too busy with work to do anything else. At first, back in New York she couldn’t really fathom why John would need her in London with him, but it had only taken the first evening to clear that whole matter up. Being there wasn’t just about five days of sitting in a auditorium listening to speeches and having meet and greets afterwards; there were cocktail parties with investors and potential clients, leadership luncheons, training sessions and a host of other work related events and while she wasn’t directly involved, Y/n could see how navigation would be made easier when there was someone to help with keeping track of the calendar and preparing material.

It was boring though, at least for Y/n, and somewhat dispiriting, especially when every time she looked out the window or went downstairs to the lobby, all she was reminded of was the holiday she wouldn’t really be celebrating that year. On her last call with her mother, she’d encouraged Y/n to call its quits, a job was no good if it was making you unhappy and a boss that couldn’t care enough to give you week off after you’d been a perfect employee for the rest of the year just wasn’t worth the fuss. But Y/n knew that she’d never actually bring herself to leave, despite everything, John had become a huge part of her life and she cared about him, probably a tad more than she should.

“Are you finished with that?” Y/n’s head snapped up at the sound of his gruff baritone, coming from the armchair near the electric fireplace. He had one arm laid on the upholstered arm of the sofa and one of his ankles was crossed over his knee while he held a pen in his left hand, absently tapping the pages as he awaited her answer.

Using the joint of her thumb, Y/n pushed up her glasses, trying to ignore how the way the sleeves of his dress shirt, rolled up to his elbows, made his arms look bigger or how the way he had the top buttons undone had somehow added to how smoldering he usually was. John was her tough as nails boss, it would have significantly helped if he looked the part instead of looking like he’d just materialized from the page of a fashion magazine. “Uh...yeah, almost,” as she shifted on the long sofa, tucking one jean clad leg under herself while tugging on the hem of her grey sweater, Y/n forced herself to look away and pick her jaw up off the ground, “I can read faster or-”

“No, it’s okay. There’s still some time, don’t rush yourself,” he was so nonchalant and much more relaxed than she was used to him being. John was always so tightly wound that sometimes it was hard to believe he hadn’t snapped yet. Though, that evening, in his hotel room with the roaring fire ablaze and nothing more than a pot of room service coffee shared between them, he seemed softer.

Simply nodding with a tight smile, Y/n bent her head to continue with her reading. Her eyes scanned each line in search of any error and she was wholly focused on the task at hand, trying her best to not pay John any mind, not even when he stood from his seat, making his way over to the nearest window, slipping his hands into the pockets of his black slacks. “It’s snowing,” he broke the silence again, musing absently.

Once again, Y/n looked up, that time to find that he was still looking out the window. Nervous as hell about the sudden shift in his demeanor, yet still trying to welcome the new found side of John, Y/n stood as she finished the final paragraph, going over to meet him at the large window, sure to keep some space between them. Sure enough, white flakes were making the slow, picturesque journey to the wet sidewalk, while in other places, like on the lawn of a gated park across the street, it had started to gather, creating a blanket of white around the decorated trees. “It is,” Y/n hummed, still looking outside, “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

He shrugged and Y/n barely noticed when John spared her a lingering glace, only to turn away before speaking, “I guess it is,” an awkward silence was traded between them, and Y/n was pleasantly surprised when John was the one to break it, “What’s your favorite?”

“My favorite?” Y/n furrowed her brows, turning to throw him a curious glance, “I don’t think I understand.”

“Your favorite winter, I mean; here, New York, somewhere else. Where’s your favorite?” He clarified and Y/n was finding it hard to believe that he actually cared. John had never, not even once, asked about anything remotely personal, she didn’t even think he knew when her birthday was.

“Oh,” huffing a brief, wistful chuckle, Y/n barely thought on it, knowing her answer almost immediately, “Connecticut, you know, back at home,” John didn’t appear to have a response, and not yet ready for their little moment to be over, Y/n threw the question back to him, “What’s yours?”

“Madrid,” he noted coolly, “Not a lot of snow most of the time, but it’s quiet, easy to stay away from the fuss.”

“The fuss?”

Scrunching his nose, John nudged to everything outside; the colorful lights intertwined on the branches and around the trunks of trees, the decorations in storefronts and evening running along street lamps, “All of this. It’s not really my thing.”

“I know,” she glanced at him, and surprised to see that he’d just looked at her, their eyes meeting unintentionally, “But maybe you just haven’t given it enough of a chance.”

Shaking his head, John sighed heavily as he started retreating towards his bedroom, “You wouldn’t understand,” with another audible exhale, he closed his hand over the brass knob, “The symposium starts in an hour, we should get ready to leave.”

“Of course,” Y/n frowned. She was eager to know what exactly she wouldn’t understand, but John had changed the topic so quickly that it was obvious the matter wasn’t one he was going to elaborate on. “Let me just organize your things.”

She was still in the process of putting John's stuff together when he reemerged shortly after, that time with his hair neatened and wearing a suit jacket, button left open to show off the pinstripe tie he had paired with his dark shirt. Through her lashes, as she checked his devices to see if they’d have enough power for the rest of the evening, Y/n eyed him as he shrugged on a thick navy coat over his suit, subsequently slipping his key card into one of his pockets.

“You should take a scarf,” Y/n blurted out, wringing her hands together anxiously the second the words fell out of her mouth. And then, when John didn’t catch on, she extended, “It’s cold out,” already, she’d started moving towards the bag he’d left on the love seat, rummaging through until she got a hold of a plain black scarf. Giving it a once over as she approached him, Y/n tried to hide the fall in her expression at its plainness, proceeding to stand on her toes and drape it over his neck anyways, “You wouldn’t want to catch a cold,” she said softly, still leaning in so she could fix and adjust to suit.

John stiffened her touch, his frame going rigid and his face more unreadable than usual. He didn’t say it, but Y/n knew that even if they were standing close and her hands would occasionally brush his shoulders carelessly, he was doing his very best to ensure he didn’t touch her. “You didn’t have to,” he breathed uncomfortably.

“I know,” she smiled faintly, finally stepping backwards to admire her work, “But you’re stubborn, so I wouldn’t want to risk you not listening,” tentatively, she reached out, brushing away any lingering fault on his shoulder, “There,” she pulled away, “All set now.”

“Thanks,” John sighed, avoiding her gaze, “Ready?” He shuffled past her, narrowly keeping his distance, going to collect the rest of his things as Y/n shrugged on her stylish fleece coat.

“Yeah,” Y/n lingered in the foyer, her eyes going wide after a moment, “My phone!” Y/n declared, hurrying over to where she’d left it charging at the small, round table near the window they’d been standing at just a short while ago.

Just then, three short, unhurried knocks at the door had John pulling it open to reveal Robert on the other side, dressed far more casually than John was. “You’re not on this one,” John noted hastily, his mind, as it always did, immediately going to work.

“I know,” Robert beamed, pocketing his hands in his coat, rocking back and forth on his heels, “I’m here for Y/n.”

“Huh?” Confused, she looked up from where she’d been stuffing her charger into her handbag, “What?”

“You can’t just take my assistant whenever you feel like it,” John scolded defensively, folding his arms, “Y/n is working tonight.”

Whistling lowly, Robert shook his head, “First of all, she’s not just your assistant, she’s Y/n, life outside of you and all that, and second, she’s been working all day. What do you need her to do anyways? Hold your hand and walk you to the conference center?” At the mention of hand holding, John’s face went beat red, though Y/n couldn’t tell if he was embarrassed or angry and Robert didn’t give John a moment to let them know, “Look, I’m sure you can manage without her for a couple hours, I just want to take her ice skating.”

“Ice skating?” Suddenly excited, Y/n perked up, more jubilant than he’d ever seen her, “That would be amazing! I swear, I’ll make up the hours tomorrow, or whenever you need me to,” she approached John, her doe eyes hopeful as she clutched her handbag in anticipation.

Wincing, John gnawed on his lower lip as he debated her request. The wait seemed to go on forever, and right before he gave his response, Y/n was actually starting to worry that he’d say no. “Fine,” he grumbled, rolling his eyes, “But only this one time.”

Flinging herself into his chest, Y/n grabbed John into a hug that undoubtedly caught him off guard, “Thank you,” she mumbled into his neck as she stood on her toes, only noticing that he had hugged her back just as they were untangling. “Good luck with your speech,” giving his arm one last squeeze, and feeling heat in her cheeks rise at his slightly softened expression, Y/n finally pulled away, half way out the door with Robert, “And I’ll see you tomorrow.”

By the time John had returned to the hotel, he was beat. All he wanted was to flop into bed after a hot shower, though, as appealing as the prospect was, he’d first have to drag himself out of the town car and through the golden framed doors of the entrance. Immediately upon entering, he breathed a heavy sigh of relief; even if it wasn’t his room, it was still far warmer than his few minutes spent on the sidewalk.

Slowly, he trudged past reception, ignoring all the fluff and frill of plastic green garlands, the huge tree in the center of the lobby and the shiny, colorful decorations that were inescapable at every corner. Most times it was irritating, but there was the rare occasion, like that night, where seeing them stung a bit more than it annoyed him and John didn’t want to admit it, not even to himself, but he had a feeling that it had something to do with Y/n’s absence.

He’d wanted her at the conference that night, not just as his assistant, but more so as the only person in his life that actually cared about him. Of all the meetings and gatherings that were being run that week, John had wanted her at that one the most. In his mind, he’d rationalized it by trying to convince himself that it was what made sense; Y/n had helped him write that speech, she’d sat in his office late at night, listening to every draft and she’d even acted as a sounding board for ideas that he wanted to test. Y/n had been with him for every part of it, until the very end, when all he wanted was to see her face in the crowd.

But of course she’d chosen to spend the evening with Robert, who could blame her? John knew himself well enough to know that his employee was definitely much better company than he was, and the way her face had lit up at the mention of ice skating, he’d really be the Grinch if he took that away from her. And the last thing John wanted was to be the recipient of another one of Robert’s taunting jokes.

With a heavy sigh, John was finally stepping out of the elevator having reached his floor, only to run into someone he didn’t particularly feel like having a conversation with. “Hey boss,” Robert nodded politely as he drew closer from the left side of the hall, still dressed the way he was when he’d picked up Y/n earlier, though with hair wind tousled. “How was your big speech?”

They were headed in the same direction, so really, John had no way of escaping the mineral chit chat. “It was good,” there was no way that John was going to let Robert know that it might have been better if Y/n were there; he might tell her. Worst yet, John was pretty sure that Robert had taken some sort of romantic liking to Y/n and he didn’t want to intrude on that. “How was ice skating?”

“Like you care,” Robert shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans, scoffing lightly, “Though, if you must know, it was great. I had fun, and I think Y/n did too,” they were nearing the end of the hall when Robert stopped, rummaging around in his coat before producing his key card, “Well this is me, I’ll see you for the brunch tomorrow. Good night.”

He’d already slipped the card into its slot, and John had just started walking off, when a nagging thought had him halting with a wince and turning, “Why ice skating?” There were so many other places that he could have taken Y/n if he wanted to impress her; one of the many upscale restaurants, the London eye and the list went on but still, Robert had chosen something as juvenile as ice skating and she’d gotten so excited.

Shrugging, Robert smiled tiredly, “She goes with her family every year. They go to the local rink, spend a couple hours and get cocoa after. And I don’t know, she just seemed a little down about not getting to do that this year, so I thought I’d take her, see if it would cheer her up.”

As John listened, his mind went back to that faraway look in her eye and Y/n’s soft, wistful smile when she’d mentioned that her favorite place to spend winter was back at home. Then he hadn’t known well enough to look for it, but maybe she had been upset. Had she been down for the entire trip? Was he really that selfish? John hadn't meant to be, and that certainly wasn’t something he wanted to take up with Robert, “Oh, well…..good. ‘Night Robert.”

As he walked off, John barely heard the other man’s response; he’d already started sinking into deep thought. With his head down cast and his brows furrowed, he let his mind tick away; he was going to make it up to Y/n, somehow.

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