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Hey! I took so much time to answer I’m on holidays now :’) feels so weird to have that much free time in may… If you’ve had the appointment by now, I hope it brought good news (or, I suppose, as good as possible in this situation) and if it hasn’t happened yet, I hope it’ll go well. I wish I could help you with that, but at least I’m glad our correspondence is bringing you joy :)
Honestly, there might be a lot of them, but I don’t really do anything with my OCs, they just float in my head lol. Sometimes I draw them or I talk about them, a few have Pinterest boards for how they'd dress or toyhouse pages (I wanted to create TH pages for everyone but I don't have art of most of them so it's not happening anytime soon unfortunately) and one or two are used in other stuff like Cécilia who I used to play in a DnD campaign and is now an NPC in another campaign, but mostly they're just there for me to have silly little fantasies about. Meredith and Cécilia are for general stuff, a lot of projecting, thinking about QPRs and fun flatmate stuff; Alex, Laë and Adrien are for cute romance stuff, sometimes more spicy stuff if I'm in the mood, or soulmate AUs; Ophelia has problems with her parents and adventures with Oswald; Aster is all the dramatic stuff but also boring work things that he gets to be all 'drinking wine in your cool chair at 1am' about; Alex also gets a lot of family bonding and shenanigans since I gave him a big family (it keeps extending... I gave him one more sibling and a few cousins since last time and I'll probably keep adding to it...) The only one I really actually use is Cécilia, because while I don't play her anymore my friend started another campaign in the universe of the one where I played her in, so I’ve given them my opinion of what she would say when they’ve asked. Mostly I create them for the sake of creation, because inventing a little guy and doing whatever you want with them is like playing with dolls or petshops but you decide what they look like hehe.
The 'drawback' with making all of my OCs for daydreaming purposes is I tend to gravitate towards characters in a very - set? period? Like, you know how fandoms tend to have specific moments at which they prefer to write characters, before or after they change a lot, when they're still alive, when they're still talking to another character? Not all fics use this 'ideal state' of characters of course but like, you'll see a lot of Obikin set during the Clone Wars but Ahsoka's still there, or a lot of Johnlock before Sherlock fakes his death in S2, that kind of thing? It's like the characters have a default state? Well mine are all kind of like that, and there's not a lot of story around it. They almost all live in the same world at the same time, so at best they'll have a past where they became who they are now, but they're all a bit stuck. Meredith grew past a lot of her insecurities, Cécilia has a goal of becoming powerful and cool but it's for a very distant future, Laë Alex and Adrien are dating and they're young but they probably won't break up, Alex's sister's kid is going to be a toddler forever, etc. They're all relatively nice and doing okay, because I personally don't daydream about people being mean and suffering, but that makes them a little flat sometimes haha. A bit like we’re seeing them at a set point in the story, but never going forward, only seeing them at the beginning/middle/end of their story but not the rest. Which is why characters for a story sounds so interesting to me! If you put them in a story you need to know where they start and where they end and how they change in the middle, there's a few moments where they're at their 'ideal state' and then they keep going, and that's so cool! Though that must mean you’d be creating them very differently, less ‘what are their vibes’ and more ‘what’s their fatal flaw’
Right right right, the amatonormativity is there and I think it would be a little funny to throw poor Reil in all of that. The conflict between “Jedi don’t form attachments” so being aro is ‘useful’ because that does eliminate a type of attachments, but also still being surrounded by people who date and swoon over crushes and have romances (because personally I’m firmly team ‘attachment is when it’s too extreme, Jedi are allowed to have fun as long as it doesn’t interfere with their duties’ so I imagine romances are a thing, whether they end quickly or they manage to last.) And yesss making characters a bit like you is so so cool!! Tbh I can't believe I first thought about giving Meredith a boyfriend because she's the most self-insert of my OCs! Though even back then I knew that would just be wrong so I didn't and then I realised some stuff about myself haha. I also thought I wasn't aro because I'd like some kind of life partner and romance is fun, which wasn't helpful lol. But yeah I’ve seen the sentiment of ‘I thought being aro/ace was hating/being completely oblivious to all that stuff and I was okay with it/got it fine so that meant I couldn’t be aro/ace’ and 1) mood 2) good example of why it’s so important to talk about those definitions because, I’m so glad to see those identities talked about more.
The OC post hadn’t been written but I think you’ve seen it by now haha. I don’t post anything besides +/- finished art on my artblog, so for anything OC related it’s on my main in the ‘wow i have an ocs tag now’ tag!
The vampire OC is Meredith, she's my little self-insert <3 Technically you could argue that since both her and Cécilia are really similar to me and they're not-dating-but-also-not-not-dating it's a bit weird but hey who cares. She's 52 and a potioneer/alchemist, she has a cat called Theo, a lot of friends, long hair and skin problems, she's aroace and she owns her own shop. Since she's a vampire and she has sensitive skin most of the time the only parts of her body not covered by clothing are like, her hands/fingers and her face more or less, she wears a lot of long sleeves turtlenecks and tights/trousers. That's not actually how I wanted to dress when I was younger, I said that because she also wears relatively poofy skirts and cool gloves and ballgowns and boots and jewellery and mostly dresses in black and red and dark colours, which IS closer to what I wanted to dress like (and still do tbh. How lucky she is to have an actual adult job that gives her money to pay for cool clothing and accessories...) Most of my OCs dress in styles I love actually, whether it's the guys who are literally just a guy and dress like that (the graphic tee/hoodie + cargo pants, a singular pair of sneakers and one vest that's too light for the winter, you know the type? Literally just a guy. Love that vibe I’m obsessed with it for some reason) or the elaborate dresses or the hair colours I can't really do because I don't want to bleach mine, or the clothes sharing or the jewellery or the gay poet/pirate shirts, they're all dressing super cool and I wish that was me 😔 Sometimes I'll imagine what my OCs or my favourite characters would wear in my wardrobe and it's very fun, I keep meaning to draw that and then I never do lol
Yeah I mostly act like cringe is dead because I don't really have interactions with people who still believe in it, but I do have a few anti mutuals (though coming out as liking Snarry got one of them to unfollow me so...? That's something? Don't know if it's positive or not but it happened) I don't actually know if you're mutuals with Alex @/storm-of-feathers since I saw you reblog from them but if you are, then you too have the pleasure of having anti mutuals :D Don’t know if you’d already noticed that or not, sorry if that’s how you’re learning about it? tbh after I answered your ask about Tomarry I expected the inquisition once again but apparently either those mutuals weren't online or I was right to tag the post because nothing happened. It does get kind of taxing to avoid talking about specific things or refrain from reblogging posts I like in case the few people who wouldn't approve see it. But at the same time I really don't like change so I'm not really doing anything about it since both of them aren't bothering me about it like 99% of the time.
Yeaah the Knights are just no fun :( I’m glad fandom is there to make something with the fun material the canon writers are just leaving there unexploited, but I also wish canon was just good on its own. Though I guess that does change things in terms of the fandom… I finished watching Gravity Falls a while back and it’s a very good show, so I was a little afraid of going in the fandom, as opposed to things like Star Wars where I knew that if I got into it I wouldn’t even hesitate throwing myself in the fandom. I don’t really know how to explain that, but (and I say that without any negativity towards people who like different stuff than me, they’re doing their thing I’m doing mine y’know) when canon is good and works on its own, it’s different to apply the same ‘fandom lenses’ to it. I read things casual fans wouldn’t even think about, but when it’s for like, HP or SW, it’s whatever, because canon doesn’t really feel like it’s going to explore the stuff it sets down anyway. Whereas with things like GF, canon IS exploring what it sets down, it has a clear message it’s communicating well, and coming in with for example some completely out of left field ship feels different. Anyway :’) I guess I could start getting into stuff that’s good to avoid the problem of canon sucking, but then I’m not getting as much weird fandom stuff, and that’s full of pearls and really interesting stuff I love, so heh
You don’t sound like you’re putting down your writing! I do get what you’re describing, not on a writing level but on a general language level, and I’m glad to know I’m not the only one haha. I learnt french and english through osmosis but my grammar is really bad and as you said, I know what would sound right and what wouldn’t, but not why. I don’t really feel like working on it personally though, so props to you for that, I gotta admire the dedication to actually improving yourself through work haha. I’m sure the exercises’ll pay off and you writing will be even better! (also 15 years is a lot, that kinda hit me but whoa you’ve been writing for a whiile) (and I realise I didn’t say a lot about this, I don’t quite know how to put that in writing but you can imagine the equivalent of listening and making little noises to let you know I’m following)
The GwtW essay might or might not come, I got a 18.5/20 on the ‘exam’ I read the book for (only counted as 8% of that class’ final grade but still) and the teacher told me I should try developping my thoughts and writing the full essay I didn’t have enough time to do. I’ll have to see how motivated I get, I’ll tell you if it ends up happening! Though I was a little turned off by the vibes Rhett and Scarlett give off at the end, I love me a nice little fucked up relationship but their vibes were just hitting too close to home (derogatory). I’m also considering a thing about my absolute forever favourite fic, Pacify by chickenpets, because it’s just. It’s just good. Except it’s the one that got people to send me panicked asks about my morality so yeah :’)) (it’s like. Snarry with some underage, an interesting dynamic and BDSM, but also super well written and it hit 700k recently and every time I think about it I want to go read it again)
Also also how’s the Tomarry going hehe? Recommending you all those fics got me to reread some I hadn’t touched in a while and *dreamy sigh* Don’t think I’ll be going back to canon anytime soon though, because by that point I know it well enough to tell you all the little details even if I haven’t read it since I was like 13 :’)) Your comment about Dumbledore made me think about the morality of putting the magical baby of her sister on the doorstep of Petunia Dursley though. Personally I see him not as a good or a bad person but as someone who by the point of the wars with Voldemort just did what had to be done. He didn’t explicitly want to give Harry a shitty childhood to make him more malleable like you’ll see in certain fics, it’s just that Harry had to be protected and the blood magic was already there. Also he probably expected Petunia to have grown up a little since her childhood when she was super jealous of her sister, and tbh why wouldn’t he? Yeah giving Harry to people you know nothing about is a bad decision, but sometimes you believe in the good in people (in most cases) and – well there are times when turning a blind eye to a situation is helpful, and when you feel responsible for the wizarding world… Like he’s not really a good person, but he wasn’t doing it to be evil? He just had flaws and a past and responsabilities. But also yes Harry Potter is fucked up if you analyse it from an adult’s POV because it’s a children’s book and obviously in the children’s book it’s not fun if Harry isn’t put in situations no good guardian would make possible :’)) God Harry Potter will never leave me. Like I’ll be able to give you a little speech on Severus on autopilot at 82 in retirement home :’)) just, forever etched into my brain whether I want it or not.
ANYWAY sorry Harry Potter was my thing for so long it’s ridiculously easy to get me to monologue about it for hours. Hope you’re doing well and having fun, sending you love <3 (and if you’re not, then I’m sending you even more)
Hello hello! I hope your holidays are going well! It must be wonderful having so much free time after classes! My appointment went well, though there's still no official reason for why I can't hear as well anymore lol. Supposedly it's actually a processing disorder? But I have to be evaluated for that now, so I have to wait until I can have that evaluation before I'll know anything more substantial.
Listen, I absolutely love every aspect of these asks. It's so much fun to get to really dig into things! And your insights and thoughts are always so well put, it's genuinely a pleasure every time you're in my ask box!
Wow okay the thought you've put into your OCs! You're right, I do create my OCs from a standpoint of "how do I get this character from point A to point B," so it's so fascinating that you've got this consistent point of reference for yours. Like, with my OCs, especially the ones I make for the purpose of filling out my cast (or in the case of my original novel thing, for the purpose of being the cast), I need to think of them as these works in progress, because that's what they are, they're constantly being affected by the actions of the other characters and their surroundings and the workings of the universe I'm writing in. I can remember always struggling with certain aspects of one-shots because how does one demonstrate the way a character changes in only one scene? And then when I switched to writing longfics (and ultimately novels, now), suddenly my writing clicked.
And, your OCs all sound incredible! It must be so wonderful to have this consistent cast of characters for all your needs and purposes. If you ever do manage to make the toyhouse pages for everyone I'd love to see it! You really have a way of emphasizing who a character is at that point in time, it's absolutely amazing how you do that!
I'm also firmly on team "Jedi can have some fun but not the extreme attachments that Anakin had going on." But yeah, I also want a life partner and I agree romance is incredibly fun to do! That stuff all requires a really good conversation up front with whomever you're gonna be doing it with though (and here I am, giving life advice like I'm not only 23 lmao but) if you've got the right person (or people) it can be a wonderful arrangement. I've been with my partner for a year and a half and with my boyfriend for just about nine months, and genuinely having a relationship with people who are similarly on the aroace spectrum has been so much fun.
I was going to explain how my relationships worked and then realized that's a little weird of me, even for tumblr, so I deleted it and um you're getting this instead lol. But yeah! Qprs and "romantic" relationships where all parties understand that the romance isn't something y'all are able to feel are really fun! Highly recommend!
I saw the OC post! Your OCs are so cool, just saying, like my dude, that's so so cool!
Omg please draw your OCs or characters in general wearing outfits you have or outfits you want!!! This is just a random thing, but I swear Luke Skywalker would look incredible in one of those 1950's shirtdresses. And the just a guy aesthetic, that's how I dress rn lol! Granted, once I get top surgery I'm going to finally buy the 1950's style dresses I've always wanted to wear but didn't pass enough to, but the just a guy vibe is incredibly fun to do!
Yeah so when I went from being a Zelda blog to an obikin blog in 2021, a bunch of my anti mutuals unfollowed me (which, good for them for having the maturity to unfollow instead of me needing to block them), and those that didn't ended up getting into obikin along with me. I did notice Alex was an anti, I'm not mutuals with them though I was following them for a while. I'm not anymore, one too many vagueposts about anti rhetoric got me to unfollow them, but yeah. I'm pretty open about what problematic stuff I ship (at least, in the Star Wars fandom), so if people follow me after seeing my bio that's kinda on them, and if they start shit I just block them. I'm still unlearning the whole being hesitant to share what ships I'm currently into from the hellscape that is the main Zelda fandom (and from my 2016 experiences with anti-reylos), but I've started to get better about it finally. It really helps to have like-minded mutuals tbh.
Oh, so what you're saying with Gravity Falls reminds me of this one thing I read somewhere a while ago! Basically, you can tell how good a canon media is by how much you (/general you) want to read/write fic for it. If its good but has lots of room for improvement, you're more inclined to look for fic, but if its really good and you can't see anywhere it could be better, you won't want to look for fic because it's all right there in canon! Obv ymmv, ofc, as with all things, but I've found this to be true for a lot of my own fandom experiences. Ofc there aren't any medias I can think of for myself off the top of my head, but when I do write fic or search for fic it's because I didn't like some aspect of canon or another, and really wish it had been different in whatever way!
I'm glad what I was trying to describe about writing was making sense! Thank you for listening, I really appreciate it. And 15 years is a long time, but like, I've been writing since I was like 8, so that's how I arrived at that number lmao. I was telling stories from the time I could talk, I just didn't start writing them down until I got to be 8, and that's where it all began! Little 8 year old me didn't even know I'd be writing like this though, little 8 year old me just wanted to keep my siblings entertained for our parents :)
Oh yeah I love a good fucked up relationship omg, but I'm sorry it hit so close to home like that. Okay so Pacify sounds amazing, I'm going to give that a look, thank you for mentioning it (insert eye emoji several times I'm on desktop and have no idea how to do that from here lmao). I'm sorry that you got panicked morality asks about that, wtf, that's so fucking rude of them. I checked the tags out on the whole series, and this seems so tame considering some of the tags I've seen for other stuff? And like, maybe I'm tainted from delving into the wonderful world of dead dove as a writer plus no longer having anti mutuals, but sheesh. Antis really don't have better shit to do? I hope you can get back to the fic someday, it looks really good and you deserve to have a good time reading whatever you want!
I had to take a break from the tomarry because I ordered the 7 books (from a thrift store, obv, we do not support R*wling in this household) and it's been over a decade since the last time I read them and I needed the refresher. I've just started Goblet of Fire, and I've only had my hands on the books for 8 days, and omg. The tomarry brainrot is real. And my old drarry brainrot is back, and I have to tell you I'm down for snarry too now!
Looking back at this from an adult's perspective is pretty wild too. The first two books were marketed as children's books, but 3-7 were YA back when they were released, and my library even had book 7 alone in the YA section up until a few years ago when they finally moved it down to children's to be with the rest of the series. All this context because, I've been reading adult fiction and horror for the last decade, when I wasn't reading fanfic. And reading children's books for the first time in that long was a goddamn shock (affectionate), but it was really fun to pretend for a bit that I was just a kid on the 8 hour drive to our vacation cabin again! Once I got to Prisoner of Azkaban I felt a lot more comfy with the writing style, but YA is much closer to what I'm familiar with than outright children's, which I'm ofc grateful for. And omg, this series meant so much to kid!me, and I forgot how wonderful it was, and all the current discourse with it (while justified) has really tainted my recollections of it. Yes there's so much ableism and racism and homophobia, but that's what fandom is for, isn't it?
(I'll be honest, as someone who's still got a foot in a fandom such as Hetalia, I see no issues with being in a fandom for a problematic media; and my personal opinion is that I'm not comfortable consuming canon unless necessary for such a media, and if I must consume canon then I buy it secondhand so that the creator doesn't get my support. I have no interest in the HP movies, nor the books past Deathly Hollows; and if I ever do have a point where I'm interested in them, again, I'll just by them secondhand. And if I may add, I've recently started getting involved in professional published and to-be-published author's groups, as a means of encouraging myself to work on my original novel, and you'd (/general you) be incredibly surprised to see how they all interact with and around content that's incredibly problematic for whatever reason and how they interact about authors who are horrible people such as R*wling. It's been very interesting to see such things from a professional, irl pov instead of just fandom. But anyway, that's my views on the topic just so we're all clear fuck R*wling <333 I also hope that all made sense lmao thanks for letting me express that I've been needing to say it since getting back into the fandom)
But okay my opinions on Dumbledore. That opinion from the other week was 100% warped by the last decade in fandom without any interaction with canon on my part. Having read books 1-3, I can see a lot of my old opinions and admiration for Dumbledore still being applicable today, in fact I even suspect a lot of my opinions of death and dying could have come directly from Sorcerer's Stone where Dumbledore talks about Flammel deciding to give up his immortality. And you're right, it's hard to apply adult lenses to a children's/YA series where if the guardian figures were "adequate" for lack of a better word, we wouldn't have any story at all. So I'm kind of reading this from a, "if I were still a kid again how would I interact with this" perspective, while also maintaining my, "as an adult how would I write these characters being in their 20s (or whatever age they are when Harry, Ron and Hermione are mid-20s)" perspective. It's been helping a lot to have my reactions split like that lol. I think my current annoyance with Dumbledore is that, how dare he let Harry go back to the Dursley's now, knowing how abusive they are to him? And I understand (from memory, ofc), that there's the mother's love protection, but I suppose from an adult's perspective, particularly an adult like how I am, I can't quite get it. I do take back what I said about Dumbledore being a horrible character though. He's got his past, and his reasons, and he's been fighting this war longer than any of the characters in this series have been alive for the most part. Obviously he'll be flawed in ways I won't be able to understand, and that's how real people are, so ofc I won't always get it. It's interesting, I think, being an adult and remembering how fondly and in awe I'd look up to Dumbledore, and now as that adult wondering how he could make some of these decisions. None of this is meant like, rudely or anything btw, just v interesting and v looking forward to rereading the rest of the series and forming further analyses!! Thank you for getting me onto this <33
When I finish the last book, I would love to hear that essay about Snape please (once again insert eyes emoji)!
And yeah, Harry Potter was a big fandom for me at one point so I def get it! I've found it's the kind of fandom that almost everyone has been in at one point, and most of us always go back at certain points in our lives. I'm really lucky that I get to be rereading it now, I really needed this right now with everything going on, so thank you so much Ram <333
Everything is going much better now, thank you for all the love! And right back at you, all my love to you and may you have a lovely day when you see this <333
#im not going to tag any of the ships in this i dont want it to appear in tag searches lmao#and if people have a problem with me talking about any of this id appreciate it if they came to me off-anon so we can talk it out :)#im always happy to be educated about whatever topic#including fandom discourse if need be!#cant promise ill have the energy for such things right away though. ofc#i kinda do have chronic fatigue lmao#but yeah#hey Ram ily#thank you for this#this made my day
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Hey Lizzie… was wondering if you would do spicy prompt 122 and action [SPANK ] with reader x dom Neteyam?? It’s fine if you don’t want to, totally up to you!
Ily 🫶🏾
Neteyam x Reader
Warnings: nsfw, slight dom Neteyam
Neteyam’s eyes dance over your form hungrily, sharp teeth catching his lower lip as he watches your ass shake with each rough thrust of his hips.
He’s got you bent over on all fours, hard cock ramming into your slick pussy as his long fingers press into your lower back, keeping it arched for him. The sudden urge to try something new sparks within him, and he can’t help but run a hand along the swell of your hip, palm rearing back to land a firm smack against your ass.
You jolt forward with a surprised gasp, heat prickling the skin of your cheeks at the lewd action. His head tilts back, eyes closing as a low moan rumbles his chest at the way your pussy clenches around him.
“‘Teyam!” You chastise, though the stinging pleasure has your lower belly fluttering.
He does it again, just to watch you bow against him, your hips rocking back to meet his thrusts.
“Fuck, Y/N.” He groans, pushed closer to his release with every spasm of your cunt.
“This feels dirty…” Despite your weak protest, you can’t help but wiggle your hips a bit, inviting another spank.
“That’s because it is, baby. Come on, I know you like it. I can feel you squeezing me like such a good girl.”
His palm caresses your reddened skin gently, a possessive growl filling the room as he continues rutting into you at a steady pace.
“Do it again.” Your voice is small, a bit embarrassed as you whimper the quiet plea.
He grins down at you, eyes sparkling with renewed desire.
“Atta girl.”
#neteyam sully#neteyam drabble#neteyam smut#neteyam sully x reader#neteyam sully smut#neteyam sully x you#neteyam sully x y/n#neteyam x reader#avatar 2#avatar smut#avatar way of water
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bucky barnes oneshot
the white cat part 2
bucky barnes x fem! reader
alpine turns out to be the best matchmaker (sorry nat ily)
a/n: a part two? slay very short and sweet 🫶 also short note this time hope you enjoy unless you wanna hear ab my weird dream: ok so like a week ago i like literally lived out three years and i met a guy first year in college while majoring in astronomy and we started dating and he was super sweet and got me flowers and one time it was snowing and we danced on the lawn, but anyway it was my junior year around christmas and i was in the library studying for finals and he came in with daisies and take out to help me but THEN I FUCKING WOKE UP WTF? still mad
the white cat pt. 1
The first date had gone perfectly. Bucky had shown up at the animal shelter right on time, and you had changed in the bathroom to a more date-appropriate outfit. A Japanese steakhouse, a bottle of champagne, and a walk home later, you’d both been eager to schedule another. And three more.
So now, you’re sitting in a back corner of a café (date number five, for those keeping track at home), trying to not stare too hard at the man in front of you.
“Coffee is so much better, holy shit,” he mumbles. You’d recommended a caramel frappuccino, though you’re now mildly convinced he may run off to date it.
“Yeah?” you laugh. “I bet a lot of things are better now.”
Bucky nods, watching the way the corners of your eyes crinkle when you chuckle. He likes that you don’t avoid the topic of his past. Contrary to popular belief, not every moment of his early life was horrible.
Just most of it. Like, seventy years out of one hundred. 70%. Could be worse.
He pulls himself back into reality. “Temperature control? Best thing that’s ever been invented.”
“Oh, really? I’d say modern electronics-“ You gesture around, where students are typing away on laptops and groups of friends are showing each other pictures. “-but I could be biased.”
“Don’t shit talk the flip phone! It works well enough for me.”
“Oh, no. No shit talking here.”
When both of you finish your drinks, you walk Bucky back to his apartment, even though he definitely doesn’t need any extra protection. You enjoy the trek up the stairs you’d normally loathe, and reaching his door makes a weight sink in your chest. He opens it a crack.
Before you can even say goodbye, a white blur races out, ramming into your leg and making you stumble.
Right into Bucky.
“Shit, sorry!”
“She normally isn’t like this-“
The two of you speak at the same time before your eyes lock, breathing syncing as your thoughts both race and stop entirely.
His thoughts race. ‘Is five dates enough to kiss? Probably, right? But it was different then- this isn’t back then, dumbass! Okay, but what do I do? God, she’s pretty this close. Do I lean in? I should lean in, I’m taller than her. Curse you and bless you, Alpine, I’ll get you some Fancy Feast after this-‘
And you only have one thought.
‘Fuck it.’
Pulling him in, your last and only thought leaves the moment your lips touch. His hands hesitantly settle on your back and waist, relaxing when you sigh.
The troublemaker responsible nudges you again, albeit much gentler, purring up at you.
“Hey, Alpine,” you greet, scooping her up. She stretches out and turns limp in your arms. Shit-eating brat. You love her, though. “So, um…” You trail off, but the silence isn’t doesn’t linger for long.
Bucky opens the door fully, nodding inside.
“Would you wanna come in for a bit? Not that you have to, but-“ The way he grins and darts his tongue out across his lips is more convincing than you need. “-your call.”
White ball of fluff in your arms, you agree wholeheartedly.
“How about a movie?” you ask, stepping inside.
Bucky shrugs as you let Alpine down. “I’ve got a list of some Sam told me to watch.” The cat runs to the couch like she knows you’ll end up there.
“We can start there.”
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Night Hours
Mob!Bucky x Reader
Run-through: Bucky wakes you up in the middle of the night because he can’t sleep, and he knows you can help with that.
Themes: fluff, smut
a/n: just a little something before i get started on my assignments ily.
You sensed movement behind you. Followed by a strong, muscular arm circling around your waist and pulling you into a warm, taut chest.
You waited, waited for the pair of soft lips. And eventually, they found their way to you; kissing your shoulder, along your neck, your jaw and behind your ear. You felt a warm, soft puff of air fanning the side of your face and you stirred, pushing your butt back into the warm body behind you.
You heard a soft groan. “Are you awake, baby?” His sleepy voice asked, deep and chest rumbling as he spoke.
Fuck, that voice itself was your undoing. It took you a few seconds to open your eyes and blink away the sleep and the first thing you noted was the way his fingers were slowly tracing imaginary shapes on your skin. You immediately knew where this was headed.
“Bucky… it’s two in the morning.” You stated.
He chuckled softly, leaning in closer to press a kiss on the shell of your ear. You shivered and he noticed. “So you are awake.”
You couldn’t help but melt under his touch. “No, you woke me up. There’s a difference.” You were quick to reply.
“Whatever. But now that you’re awake....” he trailed off as his hand lowered, and lowered until his fingers found themselves in between your legs again.
Your body came alive instantly, recognizing his touch. Your back arched against him, pushing your butt more into him. Just a few hours ago, you both had fucked until you were worn out and now here he was - insatiable still.
“Bucky…” You meant for it to come out as a reprimand but it came out as a pathetic moan. Behind you, Bucky chuckled again as he slowly, lazily pushed his knee in between your legs, separating them as his fingers explored your skin.
“Hey,” he nipped at your shoulder. “I can’t sleep, and all I want is for my wife to give me some warmth and love, and attention, is it too much to ask?” He asked, lips brushing against your skin.
You sighed, leaning more into his touch, your body betraying you by grinding your hips against his hand, urging him to give you more. “No it’s not…” Your voice was barely a whisper.
He hummed. “That’s what I thought.”
“Whatever. I’m too lazy to move though. Help yourself.” You murmured as you slumped back against him, wanting his touch more than anything but you were also tiptoeing on the fine line between fighting to stay awake and giving in to sleep.
Oh. He was more than happy too. “Thank you, baby.” He kissed your ear again and parted your thighs even more as he pressed his naked lower body against yours, sliding his cock inside of you. He groaned once he slipped his cock all the way in and you whined in pleasure as he filled you up.
You waited for him to move but he didn’t. Just the length and size of him stretching you deliciously. He was completely still, except for the delicate movement of his body as he breathed in and out. You, on the other hand, were desperately trying to get some friction. Just something, anything.
You moved your hips forward a little bit, and then moved back, his cock sliding just an inch or two in and out of you as a result; making you moan shamelessly. You did that again, and again and despite it all, he refused to move.
Your sleep was chased away by your desire by now, you were desperate. For him, his cock. A dark chuckle from him sent shivers down your spine.
“Look at you, like a little kitten in heat. Desperately trying to fuck yourself on my cock.” Arrogant words, followed by a gentle kiss on your shoulder. You trembled. “Didn’t you say you were too lazy to move? What happened now?” You could hear the triumph in his voice.
You should’ve known. Your husband and his wicked games.
“Please…” You whined, knowing you couldn’t win this one. You needed him, bad. “Buck, please… I need you.”
He cooed, mocking you. “Aww, are you begging for my cock, baby? At two in the morning?” He clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “You shameless, absolutely incorrigible and insatiable woman…” he teased as he licked along your neck, his hand moving gently in between your legs again; rubbing slow, deliberate circles around your throbbing clit.
You were an absolute mess; his hands, his words, his cock - too much all once. You begged, please, please, please. And he chuckled at each one of your pleas, earning more and more out of you as he teased you until you were wide awake with nothing but filth on your mind.
He still wasn’t moving, kept his cock snug inside of you. His self-control was something you admired. He could be desperately craving something, anything, but he would still find a way to have someone, anyone, offer it up to him on a platter as though he had been entitled to it for the moment he laid eyes on it, or even thought about it. Your husband’s power to take control was truly remarkable.
And right now, even though he wanted you, he wanted you to want him even more. He wanted you to shamelessly beg for it. He needed to hear you begging him to fuck you however he desired.
Your pleas were getting louder, and louder.
He murmured, “Shh, baby. The guards are gonna think you’re in trouble…” he paused, smirking against your skin, “Or worse, they’re gonna know what an immoral woman you are, begging for my cock at two in the morning.” And you could hear the cockiness in his voice, because that was exactly what he wanted. To make it seem like you were the one who had desperately woken him up from deep slumber at two in the morning just because you were hungry for his cock.
You let out a strained moan which sounded a lot like a growl, and Bucky was amused. “I hate you sometimes.”
Your husband chuckled. “Is that so?” He found that rather funny. “Is that why you’re hopelessly trying to fuck yourself on my cock? Is that why my name is falling off your lips like a prayer? My God, you must loathe me entirely.”
He moved just the tiniest bit and your face burned when you realized just how wantonly you had moaned for him. You whined and pushed back into him, unable to take it anymore. “Buck… baby, I’m- I need you. Please, please… I don’t care that it’s two in the morning, I need you to fuck me. Right now.” You sounded like you were on the verge of tears, which you might have been because you were frustrated.
He chuckled, knowing he’s won. “Anything for you, my love. Anything.”
Bucky grunted as he moved out of you, and in less than a few seconds he flipped you onto your front and lifted your hips up in the air. He slid inside of you again, effortlessly. And the two of you moaned in unison as he filled you up again, your walls already gripping him tightly as if they could hold him in if he tried to tease you again and leave you hanging.
You swore as Bucky moved his hips against you, slipping in and out of you with ease. Soon, he was slamming into you; his movement animalistic and unrestrained. Gone was the Bucky who had just spent the past half an hour teasing you until it felt like you would lose your mind, this Bucky was relentless, taking what he wanted how he wanted it.
“Buck…” You whined, trying to meet his thrusts but you gave up because you knew that would be futile. So you just let him pleasure you. Bucky slammed in and out of you continuously, moaning and grunting in the process. The tears finally fell as the pleasure became too much to handle; and you felt a familiar pressure forming in between your legs.
“You feel so good, baby…” Bucky murmured as he increased his pace; ramming into you mercilessly. Your thoughts were a mess yet again as you felt your vision getting blurry with each passing second. You squirmed in pleasure as both his hands gripped your hips, pulling you into him, hard, each time he filled you up.
His cock reaching all your sensitive spots, Bucky knew just what made you tick and he used them all to his advantage; rendering you completely open to him, in more ways than one. He fucked you, not bothering about the fact that both your moans and groans must have filled the house by now.
He didn’t care, all he wanted was to make you scream his name as loud as possible. Simply because he could. He sped up, rocking his hips harder against your; his hand reached around to grab your throat gently. He squeezed gently, speeding up into you. You gripped the bed sheets as he pounded into you.
Your walls constricted around him, hard enough to make him go faster.
The closer he felt his release coming and the filthier his mouth got. “This pretty little cunt is mine. Mine, you hear me?” He spoke, almost growling and causing goosebumps to erupt all over your body. “I’m gonna wake you up in the middle of the night just to fuck you,...” he groaned at how his filthy words made you clench harder around him, “Because I can.” Bucky pounded into you harder than before; the sounds of your skin slapping one another resonated around the modest room.
He took you higher, and higher, and higher until you felt more tears escape your eyes. “Baby…” you were breathless, unable to form coherent words as he fucked you silly.
He knew what you meant. He always did. “Go on, baby. Cum for me.”
You let the pressure build inside you, before simply letting go, unable to hold back anymore. More hot tears streamed down your face as Bucky kept pounding into you, your eyes rolled back and you moaned out loud as you came. He didn’t slow down as you felt your orgasm wash over you, chasing his own.
He came with a loud groan, filling you up with his cum yet again. He remained still for a moment, feeling your creamy walls clench violently around him.
His. All his.
He gasped as he pressed you down on the bed before spooning you again, your bodies still connected. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he caught his breath. With his cock still buried in you, you could feel his racing heartbeat; both against your back and against your sensitive walls.
He kissed your shoulder over and over again, finally pulling the covers over the two of you. You searched for his hand and placed your warm one on top of his, and he almost purred into your ear at the simple, affectionate gesture.
“I’m sorry I woke you up, angel.” He murmured into your head. “I just… needed you. I’m sorry.”
You smiled, allowing sleep to finally take over you. “It’s okay, baby. It’s okay, I love you.” You mumbled, “Now please get some sleep.”
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Hello! This is my first time making a request like this so I am pretty shy about it and I apologize if anything sounds weird... >///<
May I please request some soft dom Tamaki smut, with a timid female reader who feels insecure about her body (and herself in general)? Perhaps with some reassurance and comforting words from Tamaki as he makes love to the reader, if that is okay?
Of course, you do not have to if you do not want to/do not have time/are not comfortable/any other reason, I perfectly understand. Thank you very much, have a lovely day. <3
𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙼𝙴 𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻 𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙲𝙸𝙰𝙻..
Tamaki x Fem!Reader
A/N- Sooooo i decided, to make Y/N a virgin- Okay before you get on my case, I had valid reasoning. Lovely person requested a timid, shy, insecure Y/N so the only valid thing to do was make her virgin I’m sorry! i really liked this prompt because Tamaki is already a shy baby :) nEways ⚠️REQUESTS ARE OPEN⚠️
TW: This Fic contains themes such as virginity losing, sex (duh)the reader has a vagina/breasts and just plain lovey-dovey shit <3 if any one these themes bother you please do not proceed. Minors DNI thank you.
You and Tamaki were having one of those cuddle make out sessions that you always had. By always I mean like once in a million years because you and Tamaki were the shyest, most sweetest babies.
Tamaki didn’t always have time off, but since you were feeling extra insecure lately, Tamaki took his time off and spent it with you. Now, you would never tell Tamaki if you were feeling insecure—he would just figure out by himself.
The way you would avoid him, asking him if he thought you looked nice, never saying no even though he knew you didn’t wanna do something. The man knows everything.
“Is everything okay Y/N?” Tamaki asked in a concerned tone.
How would you put this? I wanna try having sex? no, too forward for you.. “I-Ive been thinking lately..about um us..” You mumbled.
Tamaki shook his head and cupped your cheeks in his hands. “What about us?”
You cleared your throat and glanced into nothingness as you spoke. “I wanna...I wanna try having sex with you!” Your hand was brought up to your mouth as you tried to hush yourself.
Tamaki’s eyes grew wide once he heard the word sex. Did you really want to have sex, let alone lose your virginity to Tamaki of all people? Now tamaki was having those sad thoughts.
“A-Are you sure bunny? W-We don’t have to do that..” You cut his words off with your own, “I want to,”
Tamaki, the shy baby he was, started to rub your hips hesitantly. He wanted to make you feel good, as it was your first time and he wasn’t all that experienced. His hands slowly trailed up your torso and you stopped him.
Your eyes were teary and you shook your head. “Tama I- I don’t know if I want you to see me like that yet...” You trailed off as Tamaki cupped your cheeks again.
“Hey, it’s- it’s okay. I bet you’re really beautiful anyways,” He kissed down your neck and pulled your bottoms down, as well as your undergarments. “Um.. I’ve never really...” You hushed him and reassured him.
Your fingers tangled in his hair. “Just... we could go slow today alright?”
He immediately rushed at your reassuring words and pulled his sweatpants down. “Oh- Oh,” He yelped a bit and frantically got a condom he prepared for this moment from his nightstand and slipped it on. “I wanna make you feel really good bunny.” He hummed.
You didn’t know whether or not to submit yourself but you did anyways, spreading your legs happily for him. “Tama..” You whined. “What if I feel bad?”
Tamaki covered your mouth. “Shhh, it’s okay, i bet you feel heavenly.” He slipped his finger into your dripping pussy and got you adjusted to the stretch bettors thrusting them slowly.
The feeling was too much, your face was red and hot and you were begging for more friction in between your legs. Tamaki seemed to notice this and thrust his fingers faster.
“You like that? Bunny, don’t you love what i’m doing to you?” He mumbled to you while hovering over your warm body.
All you could do was whine and nod, spreading your legs as far as they could go. “You want me inside already? You didn’t even let me stretch you out.” He cooed and pulled his fingers out with a erotic popping sound.
You couldn’t even form a thought before he thrust into you, making sure to be as soft as possible for you.
He waited until you were fully adjusted to the stretch and started to thrust. “God- you like that?” He grunted. The sound of your little mewls and skin slapping filled Tamaki’s room. “So...tight, If i relax i could just cum—“
You nodded to his words, your voice getting a little louder as you told him you was gonna cum soon. Tamaki shook his head at this and grabbed your wrists with one hand, circling your clit with his thumb on the other hand. “You can’t cum, not until I say at least!” He thrusted more, trying to make this experience the best for you, he pulled all the way out and rammed his hips into you. “Look at you, doing so well on Tama’s cock.” He cooed.
You couldn’t help but clench around his dick, reaching your orgasm before him. He didn’t care, he only cared about your pleasure but dirty thoughts filled his mind as he bucked his hips and reached his orgasm soon after you.
The tightening was too much and he called your name repeatedly as he hunched over you. Tamaki pulled out and sighed, looking down at you. “Are you okay? Was it too much?” He rubbed your hips and whispered.
You just nodded and yawned, pulling your boyfriend down into a hug. “Yeah..Yeah im okay, I love you.” You smiled tiredly.
Tamaki let out a sigh of relief as he disposed of the condom and cuddled you. He could clean up in the morning.
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A/N- OK SOOOOO I TOTALLY FORGOT I HAD THIS- I quickly finished it on mother’s day and I wrote it in mobile so if it has any mistakes please lmk. I’ve had a stressful week and I just love this prompt and i feel like i could’ve done better- ANYWAYS IM GONNA SLEEP NOW ILY GUYS-
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Worth It
~Notes: Oof, I know I have so many prompts in my inbox and I appreciate them so much! But I wanted to write something after dinner in dedication and a gift to the lovely Remus-John-Lupin!!!!!!!<3<3<3 I love you RJ and I appreciate you and your friendship so fucking much, so this is just a strange little gift from me to you in thanks for how kind you’ve always been to me since I joined this crazy fandom, ILY and you’re my favorite slag!!!!
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Sirius silently reminds himself that he in fact likes Lily, he thinks she’s a total knock out and is happy that his brother is finally getting to date the girl of his dreams. He likes her damn it,! And one does not commit battery to folks that they like.
Assured that his pure irritation won’t bleed through his words, Sirius tries again in his most charming of inflections. “All I want is his number.”
“No,” she repeats, casually steadfast while poking at her salad— Not even bothering to flick her gaze up at an increasingly irate Sirius.
“Why are you being so fucking difficult!”
“Why are you still bitching about this,” she counters, finally giving him her undivided attention, even if it’s her glaring at him like she’d like to skewer Sirius on a stick.
“Hey guys, let’s chill.” James tries to mediate, laughing awkwardly between the pair of them, hand raised in concession and glasses going a bit skewed.
They promptly ignore him.
“I like him. What is so difficult to understand Evans? Aren’t you like supposed to be some brainiac or some shit?”
“It’s been like two months Black,” she says pointedly, grip on her fork tightening while her mouth curls unpleasantly. “That’s way past your ordinary infatuations, so why the hell do you still even care.”
Sirius bares his teeth, pinning her with a glower that once made an old school yard bully of Regulus’s actually piss his pants. So of course Lily doesn’t even flinch. “He’s cute.”
“You’re a dog.”
“You’re being a total ass.”
“And you’re a bastard.”
“But you love me though.”
“Just barely.”
“So you’ll give me Remus’s number?”
“Dream on.” she says with a lofty sniff and haughty flip of the hair, discarding her barely eaten lunch before swaggering over to where a group of her friends from the STEM club are sat, including Alice Flores and Dorcas Meadowes.
“Guess you’re back to square one Pads.” James says, unhelpful as fuck, so Sirius only flips him off before snatching back his calculus homework from a pitiful looking Peter.
“Fuck this.”
.-
Sirius thinks of himself as a reasonable sort of guy.
He isn’t one for holding grudges or obsessing over perceived slights. He’s brilliant whether he’s playing linebacker on the field or taking a exam in class.
For fuck’s sake, Sirius can be plumped down in any and all social situations without warning, and can have the room eating out the palm of his hand within the first five minutes.
In layman’s terms, he’s decent and driven and downright charismatic. Mix this all together, and well Sirius thinks he’s a pretty fantastic fucking package— if he does say so himself. He can have his pick of the lot, truly. Especially when walking down the halls flocked by his best friend turned second brother on one end and little Petey, who’s a great hype man, on the other. So its only poetic justice that the one person who’s been able to swallow up all his attention is the one person who doesn’t even give him a second glance most days.
And that’s fucking ridiculous.
This is ridiculous! He is fucking ridiculous! No, record scratch. Remus fucking Lupin is the most ridiculous part of this all!
Remus lupin with his delightfully disheveled hair the color of gold and his crooked grin that’s everything darling in the world, and his big doe eyes that sometimes flare with green specs when he’s especially passionate in class or when he’s chatting with Lily in the halls. Remus lupin who’s only just moved here to Murray Hill from a small town in southern Illinois and who toppled Sirius’s world upside-down while he was at it.
The first time they met was completely on accident.
It was the week before classes began, and Sirius had only just come back from his family trip to their villa in Rome, and he was only meant to meet James at the coffee shop that Lily was working at now. They were suppose to head to the city and go out drinking to celebrate the start of their senior year. Sirius was suppose to find a nice, college aged girl to fuck because he’s given up on the boring lot that infests Hogwarts these days. It was suppose to be easy and fun and he was suppose to stay stringless and unattached as ever.
But that didn’t happen.
Instead, Sirius walked into the Howling Moon and was met by the sight of the most lovely, most gorgeous boy he’s ever met. Hand to God, it felt like one of those slow motion moments in a Romantic Comedy when the disgruntled, wayward lead first sets their eyes on that love interest— the one to out shine all others, the one who turns everything inside out and makes it all glitter gold.
“Hey there,” Remus had grinned like the fucking sun, slipping the pen from his ear and hand poised over the cups lining the counter. “What can I get ya?”
“Oh, erm— Yeah. Just a caramel macchiato, iced.”Sirius’s ordinarily smooth baritone almost fucking cracked while ordering, and Remus’s beautiful eyes had glittered.
“Would’ve taken you for a dark roast sort of guy.” He said, and Sirius swears that it was playful and flirtatious and a little mischievous too.
Sirius was in love.
“I’ve been known to partake in sweets, you know, if they catch my eye,” he replied, eyes lingering meaningfully up and down Remus’s slighter frame.
“What a come on,” Remus had laughed, head thrown back to show off his long neck and Sirius was so fucking gobsmacked at how it quite literally sounded like all the most splendid instruments woven together.
He had ducked his head, so unordinary bashful but so beyond pleased. “What can I say beautiful, you bring it out of me.”
“”Cute.” Remus had chuckled, cheeks going a fetching red and scribbling down the order. “Definitely one of the more interesting one liners I’ve gotten today.”
Sirius ignored the flare of jealousy over that, considering that he hasn’t gotten to even kiss him yet, and he should probably take this slow if he doesn’t want to screw it up. “Has anyone of those bastards mentioned how your eyes put the brownies on sale to shame?”
“No one as hot as you if I’m being honest,” Remus retorted, ringing him up and sinking his teeth into his plump bottom lip. And fuck, Sirius knew he was in trouble from then on.
They had talked for over half an hour about nothing at all in that tiny bistro while Remus was busy exchanging the coffee pots for a fresh batch and rearranging the baked goods, and it was amazing.
Sirius has always been someone who couldn’t sit still, who had to be fluttering all over the place to feel like he was actually headed somewhere, like he was getting something finished. But for the first time in too long, just sitting there, still and silent and besotted while Remus chatted about his hometown and moving half way across the country and his eccentric mother— Well Sirius felt completely balanced, completely calm. He felt like just as long as Remus was their chatting with him and smiling in that beguiling way of his, that Sirius could actually breathe without pressure. Like he knew what it meant to have a center.
So of course, right when he decided that he was going to snatch him up— to ask him out on a date before anyone else from their shitty class filled with degenerates and dick heads could— Lily of all people had swaggered in, and gave him a caustic sort of glower that plainly said, keep the fuck away.
Ordinarily Sirius would’ve completely ignored her warning, would’ve unashamedly and excitedly chased after the cutest fucking boy he’s ever laid his eyes on with an absurd sort of zeal. But he under estimated just how much sway Lily was able to cater with Remus in the few weeks they worked with one another before he had met him. So instead of starting off the year with a brand new, insanely pretty boyfriend wrapped around one arm, Sirius has just spent the past nine weeks pining like a fucking love sick loser. Like he was starring in some cheesy John Hughes movie from the damn 80s!
And this will not do, this is not all right, not okay at all.
Sirius needs to figure out a way to get close to Remus, and outside of Lily’s overbearing claws. Something that only Remus likes, that Sirius can partake in to prove himself worthy.
As he promenades down the hall towards his free period, Sirius creates a mental check list of the things he knows Remus enjoys.
Remus enjoys poetry, and Sirius knows that he’s part of the school’s award winning Forensics team. But they meet during the football practices so Sirius couldn’t even try to impress him in that arena until the spring. He also knows that Remus likes history, that he’s going to end up majoring in classics in University, but Sirius really doubts his ability to memorize the Iliad in the matter of a few hours— He’s good, but not that good.
“Jesus fuck is this hard,” he mutters nastily to himself, tugging at the ends of his dark hair before ramming straight into a display outside the southern wing of their preparatory school’s building.
He winces, not so much for the throbbing in his toes, but because of Marlene’s snappish attitude when he makes it so that the table shakes.
“Keep your head out your ass Black,” she scolds before going back to filing her nails. And Sirius is about to snipe right back at her— That is until he catches on the bright poster adorned with small rainbows and the words, GSA FOOD DRIVE spelt out in large lettering.
And oh!
“Eureka!”
“Pardon?” Marlene asks, nose wrinkled indelicately as she eyes him like he’s about to puke on her brand new Doc Martens again like last weekend. Holy shit, she should really get over it by now.
But Sirius is smart enough and tactful enough not to mention his thoughts on the matter, only smiles down at her with pure elation. “Marls, what if I said I had a brilliant idea to help our lovely GSA.”
“I’d accuse you to only doing it to try and get in Lupin’s pants since he’s our new VP.”
Sirius grapples for his chest, feigning indignant. “You pain me my old friend.”
Marlene snorts. “Tell me I’m wrong.”
“That’s neither here nor there.”
“So are your chances with Lupin.”
“You’re a sick fuck McKinnon.”
“What do you want from me you gnat.”
“Let me help with the fundraiser.”
“What’s in it for me?”
“I’ll tell Lily to get Meadowes to notice you?”
Marlene glares at him now. “We’ve been fucking for like a month you prick.”
“Oh— Erm, then for some of that good old Bi unity?”
Marlene suddenly looks so very shrewd and Sirius hates how every fucking woman in his life could eat him whole for breakfast. “Absolutely not.”
“Fine, what the fuck do you want.”
“You cover Fabian’s costs for the goods when we go to that rave for 2KBABY in January.”
“Eh, didn’t you guys use to fuck?”
“Yes. But I don’t see the connection?”
“He won’t even give you a discount on the good shit?”
“Oh he does,” she leers, blue eyes glinting wickedly in the hallway light. “But I’d rather see you pay full price for’m.”
Sirius glares down at her, and repeats himself. “You. Are. A. Sick. Fuck.”
Marlene just lies back in her seat and returns to manicuring her nails. “Well if cheekbones isn’t worth the bother?”
“Fine,” Sirius all but growls out. “But we do this my way.”
“Scout’s honor handsome,” she absolutely beams, and Sirius reminds himself that this is all for Remus and that’s worth it at the end of the day.
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It’s a week later, right before Thanksgiving break hits, and Sirius is sat in front of the cafeteria, smirking at the line of mostly pink faced girls and a few others amongst their midst, who have all queued up in front of him. A dollar in each of their hands, though he does see that a few have fives and even tens or more, and he doesn’t know how to subtly tell them that all he’s promising is a quick peck of his lips, and absolutely no other groping— including of his legendary ass or admittedly perfect abs.
“You’re just really enjoying yourself, aren’t you.” James hisses besides him after the latest girl— a blonde sophomore who’s decked out in Lulu Lemon for their only non uniform day of the week— scurries off. “Just a ego trip.”
“Jealous Jamie darling?” Sirius boasts, tipping back on his chair while Marlene collects the cash from the next five in line so that they can clammer closer towards him.
“I can’t believe all of them want to kiss you,” Peter marvels, round eyes completely in aw.
“I can’t believe you think this is how to get Remus’s attention,” Lily interjects huffily, lips set in a moody pout while perched on James’s lap to Sirius’s left.
“I bet you would’ve been in line if you weren’t dating Jamie here.” Sirius counters, smug as all get out, and laughing when all Lily deigns as a adequate response is her middle finger.
Sirius is on cloud nine. He can’t believe he didn’t think of this sooner! Remus loves all this shit, from the club to the charity. This is perfect! This basically guarantees that he’ll finally get a good smooch on him. And once their lips finally touch, Remus will surely feel the swarm of butterflies in his gut just like in those Harleyquin romance novels his cousin Narcissa would always read with a dreamy look on her face during their various Family vacations.
“You’re not gonna get him this way.”
“He’s not gonna know what hit’m Evans,” Sirius retorts, completely self assured.
.-
One should never bet against Lily Marie Evans.
Sirius knows this now. But he still hates it with the passion of a thousand burning suns.
By the end of the lunch hour, Sirius’s earned over sixty bucks to the GSA’s fundraiser fund, and absolutely zero potential boyfriends who look like golden angels and make Sirius’s knees weak.
“I told you,” Lily says in that sing-song sort of voice that is so not appreciated right now. “Remus is not the type to kiss you in front of a huge crowd and after like a bunch of others. That’s not his style.”
Sirius is moody as all get out, and he’s irritated that he’s just wasted five dozen perfectly fine kisses on folks who aren’t Remus, so he doesn’t bother to hide his irritation when he gripes back at her, “Then tell me what the fuck is his style.”
Miraculously, that actually proved enough to get Lily to slow down her stroll, and cock her head curiously at him. “You actually care.”
“What the fuck have I been trying to tell you Evans!” He nearly shouts.
“I just thought— You know. That it was a game.”
Sirius’s face goes stoney, and he juts his chin away from her. “It’s not always a fucking game, all right. It’s not a game with him— I like him. I like Remus.”
“Oh,” Lily says very quietly, her face pulled in a thousand different directions before settling on something akin to solemn. “You should go to the music room for your free period today.”
Sirius quirks a brow at her, frowning while he asks, “Why?”
“Just trust me S,” she says, reaching over her hand to squeeze his forearm.
Sirius watches her walk off, hand in hand with James, and he feels a strange twisting to his heart when he imagines a very similar image— only with him and Remus and punctuated by plenty of kisses to the cheek, and jawline and lips too.
.-
The music room is towards the back of the school, in a separate building along with the theatre and main auditorium.
The early autumnal chill lashes against Sirius’s face while he makes the track to the room, continuously chanting to himself that he actually trusts Lily and this is gonna be worth it if there’s a merciful God up there.
Once Sirius clammers in doors, he rubs his cold hands together, and shakes out his hair.
The first thing he hears is the soft strumming of a guitar, and finds himself in front of the music room after following its melodic toon.
Through the window he can spot the form of Remus bent over the instrument, his thick curls getting in his eyes and his steady hands plucking a few chords as he sits cross legged atop the piano.
Sirius feels his heart lodging in his throat at the sight of him, so beautiful and perfect and warm looking in that scarlet sweater. And he knows in his bones that this is some sort of unspoken blessing that Lily’s given him, so with a deep breath, Sirius opens the door and strolls in.
Remus starts slightly, going flushed once his eyes catch on Sirius’s own.
“Oh Sirius,” he greets, the corners of his mouth tipping into a smile that doesn’t ring true. “You pulled away from the haram?”
“That’s a bit much? Calling them a haram,” Sirius says cooly, hitching up besides him and swinging his long legs. “I just did it to help you.”
“Oh— Yeah,” Remus nods. “The GSA appreciates all the help we can get.” His words are quiet, and he’s rinsing a hand through his curls, so Sirius can tell that he’s a bit nervous. And it’s impossibly cute, but also not on. He doubts that he’ll ever get his kiss if Remus won’t even look at him in the eyes.
Gingerly, Sirius sets the pad of his pointer finger beneath Remus’s chin, lifting his gaze upwards. “Not the GSA— Though I appreciate the club’s work and your part in that.”
“Oh,” Remus says again, lips pursed and his throat pulsing when he swallows down. “Then—“
“I did it for you Remus,” Sirius repeats heatedly. “I did it because I’ve been mad for you since ever meeting you in August, and I can’t get your fucking face or name or lips or ass out of my head. And I thought that if maybe I pulled a dumb stunt like that, you would actually kiss me along with the lot of those idiots who can’t even hold a candle to you.”
“M—My ass?” Remus questions, voice going pitchy and face bright with emotion.
Sirius laughs, booming and bombastic. “You have the best ass I’ve ever seen Remus Lupin and it’s really obscene.”
Remus shoulder checks him, looking down and then back up through his lashes at Sirius and it’s a sight Sirius wish he can keep with him for the rest of his days.
“So you thought I’d want our first kiss to happen after you’ve just made out with half the school?”
Sirius grimaces, bending down so that their lips are only inches apart. “Listen, I can be a complete dumb ass on occasion.”
“Don’t forget arrogant.”
“Okay, fair.”
“And brash too.”
“Right.”
“Also you tend—“
Sirius places a soft hand over Remus’s supple lips, glaring teasingly at the other boy, who’s grinning like the cat who’s caught the canary, his eyes teeming with laughter.
Remus Lupin is going to be the death of him, Sirius knows it.
“Listen Lupin, I’d like a shred of self respect here, so I can actually muster up the courage to ask you out on a proper date already.”
Remus perks at that, so Sirius moves his grasp.
“You wanna ask me out?”
“Depends…. You wanna continue that little rant until I’m blue balled and gutless.”
“Hmm,” Remus inches closer, setting his hand over Sirius’s on the piano. “Nah, I think I’d rather do this.”
He leans forwards and Sirius barely has enough time to gather his bearings when he feels Remus’s mouth over his own and it’s literally every starlit promise and sugar burnt secret and sunlit afternoon all rolled into one. And Sirius feels his heart thud an uneven staccato when he grabs for either end of Remus’s waistline and plunges his tongue into his own and he lets himself get lost in the overwhelming feeling of it all.
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Baby’s Breath [pt.8]
Pairing: (idol!dad!) Jungkook x reader
Genre: angst / fluff /smut
Wordcount: 8.1k
Plot: Sometimes one reckless night is all it takes to completely turn your life upside down.
But what if you can’t even trust your best friends to keep your secret?
Warning pt.8: drama, awkward!jk ( a hard fave), just some baby fluff if you squint.
A/N: so it’s been a long time since I last updated BB (I’m kinda nervous tbh) but now that KF is finished, I’m finally getting back to it. I hope someone still reads this but probably not lol. As always, feedback would be nice, my loves! 💕
I wanna thank @struggleofarmy for always helping me :( D. you are angel, without you I’d probably never write anything and ily 💕
The car came to a halt; she watched as Jungkook hastily unbuckled his seatbelt and stumbled out of the car. He felt the need to run - to run as far away from his life as he possibly could but his legs gave out when his feet sank into the sand, falling to his knees. He didn’t even try to get up, cowering down as he hid his face in his hands.
How was he supposed to feel okay again? His whole life took a complete 180; the universe had pulled the carpet from underneath his feet as he had tried to make things right for his little family. Not for one second did he have any bad intentions, he just wanted everyone to be happy but it all backfired.
All this hurt inside his chest really sucked the energy out of him; from day one the other members had looked after him, comforted him when he needed them, he had learned everything he knew from them and for them to betray him like this, was too much for him to handle. His heart was crumbling to pieces, bits floating in his body - and he knew they would never find their way back to repair the cracks.
Why did they have to betray him like that? He always tried his best to make them proud, and although he knew he wasn’t perfect, he was there for them to comfort them, to cheer them on, to listen to their worries.
Was it all his fault that they went behind his back? Did they only care about themselves and their career and not at all about his happiness? His right hand balled into a fist, repeatedly hitting the sand.
His stomach churned, when his mind wandered off to the headlines when people eventually found out about him leaving the group, bile forced its way up into his mouth. He didn’t want the fans to hate him for leaving but for the first time in a long time, he had to put himself first. He wanted to see his little girl grow up, he wanted to be there on her first day of kindergarten and school; he wanted to go dance recitals and pick her up from school. He wanted to sing her to sleep and comfort her when she was upset. He wanted to help her blow out her birthday candles and see her eyes light up when unwrapping presents. He just wanted to be there for every important moment in her life; even the small ones that people always tend to forget but he seemed to remember those the most.
The thought of being a father had scared him to death when y/n had confessed to him that she was pregnant but now he would’ve given everything to turn back time, just so he could be there for her; holding her hand through all of it - he had been too weak, too selfish back then. But maybe it wasn’t too late to make things right, he would be there for her, for his daughter, no matter what; even if it meant to give up his dream.
He would be okay as long as he could be with them.
“Kookie…” Y/n said softly, her hand rubbing circles on his back. “Baby…hey.” She managed to pull him up, his eyes were puffy and red from crying, lips quivering, she brushed his hair from his face. “It’s cold, we need to get you somewhere warm, okay?”
But Jungkook didn’t feel the ice-cold breeze that was seeping through his clothes, everything inside him was numbed to protect the last bits of his heart from breaking.
“No..” He yelped, his voice too weak for any real protest but to his surprise, she sat down next to him.
“Okay.” Carefully she wrapped her arm around his torso. “We can just stay here for a bit.”
Shakily he exhaled, as his eyes closed more tears seeped from them without his consent. Her fingers intertwined with his, his head was resting on her shoulder as he listened to the calming ocean waves hitting the shoreline.
At that moment he knew that everything would be okay again; they could start over and be happy together- they would fight all the odds that were against them. No one was going to keep them apart; not his company and not his brothers - he so desperately tried to push them to very back of his mind. If he just stopped thinking about them, they wouldn’t be able to hurt him any further.
With his sleeve, he wiped the tears from his cheeks, eyes still fixated on the ocean.
“I-I’m sorry I dragged you out here…” He whispered after a little while. “But we had to go, we couldn’t stay in Seoul. They were going to separate us again.”
“Who?”
“The others told the boss about you and me and he told me I wasn’t allowed to talk to you ever again because it would ruin my career…” Deeply he sucked in a salty breath of air to stop the hiccuped sobs that were piling up in his chest. “He threatened to stop giving you money if I broke the rules and I just snapped…” He trailed off, trying to find the right words to describe what had happened a few hours ago.
“I yelled at them…I pushed Jimin, I didn’t care that I hurt him…I just wanted to know which one of them rammed a knife in my back and wanted to take you away from me again…” Closing his eyes to stop the tears from escaping again, he tightened his fingers around her hand. “I-I just can’t believe they would do this to me, they are my family.”
“You know they love you, Kookie. They just wanted to protect you, don’t be too hard on them.”
He pulled away, shaking his head. “No, they don’t deserve it. They wanted me to be miserable again, they wanted me to go through all this pain of losing you again.”
“I don’t think that was their intention, they worry about you and they only want what’s best for you.” She tried again to make him see that others were just looking out for him but he ferociously shook his head once more.
“Then why can’t they accept that you’re what’s best for me?”
She didn’t say anything, only taking her bottom lip in between her teeth; not wanting to make him feel pressured when he was so upset, knowing him well enough to be sure that he would come around sooner rather than later. He had to forgive them, after all, they were a big part of his life, one screw up surely wouldn’t ruin the bond between them.
For a little while longer she let him rest, just listening to the ocean, hoping that it would wash away his sorrows.
“Kookie…” She mumbled, shifting in her spot trying to suppress the shivers that were about to riddle her body. “Can we go back to the car? We need to check on Soo-Yun…”
“Oh, yes. Yes, of course.” Within seconds he had gotten up and also pulled her to her feet. “Let’s go.”
She smiled, holding her hand out for him to take. Carefully he intertwined his fingers with hers, following her to the silver SUV.
“Why did you leave her in the car?” The question was burning on the tip of his tongue.
“I- it’s too cold for her and she was sleeping, so I didn’t want to wake her up. But I-I also wanted to give you some time alone…before I went to check on you…” She rambled, not looking at him.
Without giving it any thought, he stopped in his tracks, pulling her back to face him. His shaking hands cupped her face, thumbs gently caressing her cheeks before he crashed his lips onto hers; the tingling sensation of her warmth making his heart flutter. He knew it would be too soon to say those three words that held so much meaning but he needed her to know that he was still in love with her - hoping she would feel the desperation that had been caged up in his chest.
She pulled away, cherishing the warmth his hands provided on her cold skin. “What was that for?”
“I’m just happy to have you back in my life. I really missed you.” He knew, he’d be able to blame the cold air for tinting his cheeks and ears red in embarrassment.
Clutching his sweater, she got on her toes to peck his lips once more. “You’ll have such a hard time getting rid off me now…”
He puffed up his cheeks, letting out a grunt. “Can’t believe you’re making me say those things…”
“What things?”
“Cheesy things…” He tilted his head. “You know I’m not good at that.”
“It’s okay, you can always just text them to me if that’s easier for you.” She winked, before turning around to open the car door. “She’s still asleep, thank goodness.”
Jungkook peeked over her shoulder; Soo-Yun was still sound asleep, the tiniest snores he had ever heard, leaving her mouth. “Can you believe we made her?” He said in awe, still having a hard time wrapping his mind around the fact that he took part in creating the most beautiful little girl he had ever laid his eyes on.
“Well, yeah she was inside my stomach for 9 months and gave me a really hard time sleeping. She was a night owl just like you…”
His hands subconsciously wandered to her shoulders, gently applying pressure. “I should’ve been there for you, I’m sorry.”
“You’re here now, that’s all that matters.” Her hand closed around his on her shoulder. “Kookie, please stop feeling guilty, you didn’t know.”
“If I- I should’ve reacted differently and none of this would’ve happened.”
She turned around, now cupping his face. “Listen, I’m not mad at you and I’ll never hold it against you so please stop apologizing. You’re going to be a part of her life and that’s all I ever wanted for her.”
He nodded, feeling tears brimming in his eyes - hoping that eventually, the overwhelming feeling of guilt would subside.
*
“Okay, the tank is filled up.” Jungkook shivered as he got back into the driver’s seat, rubbing his hands together for warmth. “Where do you want to go?”
“I don’t know, I was thinking we could go to my place in Jeonju but…” She trailed off, tracing the rim of the window to her right.
“We shouldn’t. I’m sure that’s where they’re going to look for us first.”
“I mean, my parents’ house is not too far from here…” He muttered, finally revealing to her what he had wanted to do ever since he had left the dorm. “It’s only a little over an hour to Busan…”
“Don’t you think they’ll come looking for you there too?”
“Probably yeah but do you have a better idea? At least my parents can help us and it would be easier to take care of Soo-Yun there instead of hotel rooms and they could meet you…finally”
She scrunched up her nose. “Okay, yeah…let’s go to Busan.” Not able to bring herself to crush his newfound sense of positivity, she agreed.
Jungkook leaned over the middle console to kiss her cheek. “I’m just going to let my brother know that we’re coming.”
Forcing a smile onto her face, she nodded. It didn’t feel good; she didn’t want to burden his family with her presence and surprise them with a grandchild they didn’t know about. It made her stomach feel queasy as her leg bobbed up and down nervously. She knew his parents had known about their relationship but they had never met and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to meet them under these circumstances.
“Ah, I hope my mom has some food for us, I’m so hungry.” He beamed as he started the car up again - it was almost like he had forgotten all his troubles at the prospect of seeing his family and she couldn’t help but softly smile at his excitement.
Every now and again her eyes drifted off to Naver Maps on Jungkook’s phone on the dashboard, focusing in on the small timestamp that disclosed their time of arrival at his parents’ house; the nauseous feeling still swimming in her stomach, was slowly rising up in her throat.
“Is everything okay? You’re awfully quiet…” He muttered, not averting his gaze from the road. She wanted to lie and tell him that she was fine but her mouth betrayed her before she could bite her tongue.
“I’m nervous.”
“Why?” Judging by the tone of his voice, it didn’t occur to him that it was a weird situation and that everything that had happened on that day felt simply overwhelming.
“I’ve never met your family…and under these circumstances - it’s just making me nervous.”
“Ah, they’ll love you, my parents are really cool. You don’t have to worry about anything. They will be so happy to finally meet you and Soo-Yun and Junghyun is really excited that we’re coming.” For a brief second, he smiled at her, his right hand leaving the steering wheel to give hers an encouraging squeeze.
“Okay…” She mumbled, forcing a smile onto her face. Maybe Jungkook wasn’t aware of the implications of him bringing her and their daughter to meet his parents; maybe he was in over his head and he couldn’t think straight.
“I’m being serious! Please don’t be worried, I know my parents will be over the moon when they meet you.”
“Sure yeah…” But before Jungkook could try to calm her down, even more, Soo-Yun started whining in her car seat. She turned around, simultaneously sending a prayer up to the gods for the distraction. “I think she’s hungry.”
“How do you know?”
“I can just tell from the way she cries…” Shrugging her shoulders, she fished the small box of crackers from her bag that Jungkook had bought at the gas station.
“Really? Do you think I’ll be able to do that too?” He wondered, watching his daughter munch on one of the wheat crackers in her hands in the rearview-mirror.
“Probably, yes.” Turning back around, she offered the box to Jungkook. “Do you want one?”
He nodded his head, and she held one up to his mouth so he wouldn’t get distracted from driving.
“I’ll have to feed her when we get there…”
Jungkook handed her his phone without warning. “Text my brother that we’ll be there in 15 minutes and let him know that we’re hungry.”
She gulped down the lump in her throat when she quickly read the Kakao chat, even in writing he sounded really excited to go home and although he only mentioned a surprise to his older brother, he seemed just as happy that his little brother was coming home for a little while.
*
Jimin let out a disgruntled noise when he sat up in bed, his back was still sore from when Jungkook had pushed him. His hand automatically flew to apply pressure to the bruise that decorated his skin next to his spine.
“Jungkookie…” He mumbled to himself, as he got up, his face scrunched up in pain and he slowly waddled down the hallway to the youngest room. He had locked himself in and wouldn’t come out or make any noise, even after Jin had told him that there were leftovers in the fridge for him if he wanted something to eat, Jungkook had stayed quiet.
Jimin knew he was hurt; someone had stabbed him in the back but he couldn’t help it - his heart felt heavy for his little brother. He just wanted him to be happy and so did the other members but to Jimin’s dismay, Jungkook’s behavior had left a sour taste in their mouths.
He had stayed up until the early hours of the morning in hopes of catching Jungkook sneaking into the kitchen which would have given him the perfect chance to talk to him and maybe straighten things out, but it never happened. His feelings must have been seriously hurt if he shut them all out completely.
Carefully Jimin knocked on the door. “Hey Jungkook-ah, are you awake? Can we talk?” He asked his voice piping up in hopes that some sleep would’ve helped to calm things down and make the youngest act more rationally and maybe he would be willing to listen. But he got no response, so instead, he pressed his ear to the wooden door, trying to hear if he was awake yet.
“Screw it…” His hand slowly pushed down the door handle and to his surprise, it actually swung open. “Jungkook-ah?” He asked again, taking a few steps into the room, his eyes looking for the raven-haired boy but his bed was still made and he was nowhere to be found. The first thought that popped into his head was that Jungkook might have gone to the gym to release his anger lifting weights but his gym shoes were still lying on the floor next to the black backpack he always carried around.
“Something’s not right…” Jimin crossed the room, inspecting the wide-open closet. A few hangers were sticking out, others were scattered on the floor. It was very unlike Jungkook to make a mess of his closet, yes his room was always a little messy but he kept his closet remarkably tidy, even color-coding his shirts.
“Jimin-ah, what are you doing?” Hoseok’s voice made him spin around, only to see his roommate standing right behind him, a coffee mug in hand. “Where’s Jungkookie?”
“I don’t know, I wanted to check on him but he wasn’t in here…”
“Maybe he went to the gym?” Hoseok suggested, shrugging his shoulders.
“That’s what I thought too but something is very off…” Jimin let his eyes wander around the room. “You see all the hangers?” He mumbled absentmindedly when his eyes fell on the small collection of backpacks in the corner. “His army backpack is gone…”
“What? How do you know?” Hoseok peeked over his shoulder.
“He always keeps his bags there and it’s the only one missing…” Jimin’s mind was racing, making his heart rate speed up. “I think…hyung...I think he left…”
“Maybe he just needed to get out for a bit to clear his head? I’m sure he will be back soon.”
Jimin nodded, not wanting to worry the older boy but a bad feeling was stirring up in the pit of his stomach. No matter how bad their fights had been in the past, Jungkook had never left, not like this at least - making him feel sick.
*
“Look, that’s where my friend Kangdae from school lives. We used to go to Taekwondo together.” Jungkook pointed at a house as they drove past it in the dark. “And that’s where I fell because I was wearing Junghyun’s skates and they were too big and I scraped my knee pretty badly.”
She couldn’t help but chuckle at how happy he was to be back home and to share a part of his life with her that she had only ever heard him mention a handful of times. He always said that he didn’t have a lot of memories from home and that his life as a trainee was more memorable to him but it was heartwarming to hear his little recollections of his childhood in Busan.
Fondly she ran her fingers through his hair. “You’re so cute…maybe you can show me around and tell me more stories…” She suggested, earning an enthusiastic nod from him.
“I’d love to, we can take Soo-Yun with us…you know so she knows where I grew up.”
“Oh! I-we didn’t take the stroller with us.” She gasped, wanting to slap herself for forgetting one of the most important things.
“Don’t worry, we’ll just buy one.” Even in the dark car, his eyes twinkled like stars in the night sky and everything seemed okay for just one moment.
Jungkook turned the engine off. “That’s my house…” He proudly announced, gesturing to the modest house on the right side. “Oh, I gotta text my brother…” Quickly he grabbed his phone when the door opened.
In a daze, she watched Jungkook getting out of the car as fast as he could and running up to his brother. After unbuckling her seatbelt, she slowly got out of the car but hesitantly stayed still next to it, wanting to give him and his family a moment of happiness before she had a chance to ruin it.
“Mom! Dad! Come here!” His brother called over his shoulder before ruffling Jungkook’s hair. “I haven’t told them you’re coming.”
Moments later his parents appeared in the doorway and his mother let out a squeal, pulling her son into a bone-crushing hug.
“You look so thin.” She scolded him lovingly, cupping his cheeks in her hands before her eyes narrowed and she could feel goosebumps travel down her skin when their eyes met for the first time.
“Ah, right. I-…” Jungkook paused, rushing to her side. “Come on, they won’t bite you.” He mumbled, only holding her hand a second before he let go.
“I want you to meet y/n.” He grinned, gently nudging her to take a step forward to properly meet his family but he immediately left her side again.
“It’s very nice to meet you.” Forcing the corners of her mouth upwards before she bowed, her legs wanting to run in the opposite direction.
“Y/n…” The resenting tone of his mother’s voice was petrifying - she knew that she had broken her son’s heart into a million pieces over a year ago.
“Nice to finally meet you.” Junghyun smiled, the all too familiar crinkles around his eyes forming but before he could say anything else, his mother stood in front of her, hands on her hips, a stern look on her face.
“I don’t want a dirty girl like you around my son. Leave.”
Y/n’s eyes darted from Junghyun to Jungkook’s father who was silently pressing his lips together, perhaps he didn’t want to argue with his wife or maybe, he wanted her to leave as well - it was posing more than difficult to read his facial expressions.
She felt awful, her heart falling from her chest down to her stomach; she knew that coming here was a bad idea - why did Jungkook think that his family would welcome her, the girl that hurt him so badly, with open arms?
“Mom, I think it’s a little too late for that…” Her older son chuckled when footsteps were heard right behind them.
“I’m assuming you don’t want to meet your granddaughter then…” Jungkook slowly walked up to them, Soo-Yun propped upon his arm, the other tightly wrapped around her as she held onto his neck. Her big eyes wearily evaluating the tense situation. “We can go somewhere else, all three of us need to be welcome, mom.”
“Gr-granddaughter?” His father repeated in disbelief, staring at the small child in his youngest son’s arms.
“Yes, this is your granddaughter.”
“Aw, she’s so cute.” Junghyun made grabby hands at his niece, waiting for his brother to let him hold her.
“She surely gets her beauty from her uncle!” He made cooing noises at her. “Yes, you do. Ah, she’s so cute, my heart.” Soo-Yun giggled, as he held her closer to his face to get a good look at her and her hand grabbed a chunk of his hair. “You are the prettiest little girl.”
His mother cleared her throat, trying to regain her composure; still not fully able to wrap her head around what was happening.
“Are you even sure she’s yours?” She addressed Jungkook while side-eying the baby, who was happily babbling along to the cooing and kissy-faces.
“Mom, just look at her. She looks just like Jungkookie!” Junghyun held his niece up to his mother’s face and her expression softened immediately.
Although she was hellbent on disliking the girl that broke her son’s heart, she couldn’t deny the fact that this little girl looked so much like him when he was a baby - from the little button nose down to the big brown eyes that she had always adored on her son.
“I know, I hurt Jungkook when I broke up with him and I understand that you don’t like me but…”
“Y/n, don’t.” Jungkook interrupted her. “Mom, she’s mine and if you can’t accept y/n or Soo-Yun then we’ll leave. I thought you’d be more understanding but I guess, I was wrong.” Without waiting for an answer, he took his daughter from his brother before turning around to go back to the car. “Let’s go.”
“Mom!” Junghyun’s tone was pressing, fearing that once Jungkook left, he would never come back.
“Wait!” His mother called out. “You can stay here.”
“Are you sure?” He raised an eyebrow, trying to figure out if his mother was being sincere or not. “Because if you’re not then we’ll…”
“I am. You’re all welcome to stay.” She cut him off, an ounce of panic straining her hoarse voice.
Almost immediately, Junghyun took his niece back into his arms before disappearing in the house. “You know, you should forget about those uncles back in Seoul. I’m your real uncle…”
“Thank you.” Jungkook mumbled, pecking his mother’s cheek before his dad wrapped his arm around his shoulders and led him inside.
Hesitantly she followed them, making eye contact with his mother in passing - she still didn’t look happy but she forced a smile onto her face.
It was awkward to be at his parents’ house, she just didn’t feel like she belonged; she had anticipated his mother’s reaction but seeing his brother and father playing with her daughter on the couch made her feel a little less on edge. Maybe his mother would eventually warm up to her; she could only try to imagine how shocked and overwhelmed she felt.
“Can she talk?”
“No, not yet, still waiting for her first word.”
“Soo-Yun can you say Halbi…Hal-bi…” Jungkook’s dad tried to encourage her to call him grandpa but the little girl just eyed him curiously before he started tickling her and her cute giggles echoed from the walls.
“Come on, I’ll show you around.” Jungkook whispered, taking her hand as he pulled her out into the hallway and up the stairs.
“I’ll start making dinner for you.” His mother called from the kitchen, where the rattling of pots and pans could be heard.
“If you need help, let me know.”
But she didn’t respond and as they reached the top of the stairs he came to a halt. “This is my parents’ bedroom…” He pointed to the left. “Next to it, is the bathroom and that’s Junghyun’s room, which leaves us with my room..” He opened the door last door on the right that had a few paint chips missing.
“Cute…” She commented, trying to suppress a giggle as she walked around the room. It still very much looked like a kids room, posters on the wall, ribbons from sporting competitions and comic books filled the two small shelves on the left wall.
“I’m never really here, so they just left it like this. Last time I was here, I wanted to change it but I never got around to it…” He sat down on the bed that was clearly only fit for one person. “Plus if I changed it, it just wouldn’t feel like my room, you know?”
“I get it.” She sat down next to him.
“Are you okay?” Feeling his eyes on her, she turned her head.
“Yeah, it’s just a little much but I can handle it, don’t worry.”
“I know but we’re safe here and my mom will come around. She’s just…she knows I had a really hard time after we broke up, she’s worried.”
“I understand, if I were in her shoes I’d probably react the same way.”
He nodded, pinching his bottom lip between his index finger and thumb. “I’ll talk to her, I want you to feel comfortable here.”
“Thank you.” She smiled weakly and out of the blue he pressed her down into the pillows, innocently planting little kisses to her lips that she wished would last a little longer each time. His hand softly traveled up and down her waist, slowly disappearing underneath her shirt when his lips left hers to trail down her neck, the tip of his nose brushing against her skin.
“Kookie it tickles…” She whined, kicking her legs lightly but he didn’t care, covering every inch in butterfly kisses.
Someone coughed, making them pull away from each other.
“Hyung.” Jungkook felt his ears heat up; he let himself get carried away - it wasn’t easy to stop when he felt like he had to make up for all those months they were apart.
“Mom says dinner will be ready in half an hour or so but I can just tell her you’re busy…” He winked, making his brother jump to his feet.
“No, hyung! No, don’t tell her, please.”
“Calm down.” He patted his shoulder. “But - I never thought I’d see you with a girl in here, dreams do come true.” He wiped away a fake tear, earning a slap to his arm from Jungkook.
“Stop teasing me.” He pouted, stomping his foot just like he would when they were kids.
“Where’s Soo-Yun?” She interrupted their bickering after checking her watch.
“Downstairs with dad, he’s playing peek-a-boo with her.”
She nodded. “Would it be okay if I took a shower?”
“Of course, I’ll go get our stuff from the car and Soo-Yun.”
“Thanks.” Smiling at both of them, she excused herself to the bathroom.
Junghyun followed his little brother downstairs to the car.
“Is everything okay? The other day you told me that you were really busy with practice and now you’re here…” He trailed off while lifting the suitcase from the trunk.
Jungkook wanted to lie and pretend like everything was fine and that his heart wasn’t painfully contracting in his chest every time he thought about his other brothers back in Seoul but he couldn’t.
“Not really, hyung. Something happened, something really bad happened…”
“What’s going on?”
He wanted to tell him that they betrayed him, that he yelled at them and that he hurt Jimin but the words got caught in his throat; he wouldn’t believe him anyway. “I-I don’t want to talk about it right now…”
Junghyun watched him as he got the purple plush puppy and the car seat from the backseat; he knew his baby brother was deeply hurt, his eyes drooping in sadness but he didn’t want to press the issue. Jungkook would talk when he was ready.
“Let’s go free your baby from dad’s grasp.”
“Is it that bad?” His eyes widened.
“No, it’s actually really cute how he plays with her.”
“To be honest, I thought mom would be the one to…”
“Give her some time, she’ll get used to it. You know, when we heard how upset you were from Jin…” He paused when he noticed the tortured expression on Jungkook’s face at the mention of his member’s name. “Mom was really upset as well, she wanted to go to Seoul to take care of you, you’re still her baby and now you have a baby, I think she just needs to process everything.”
He nodded, pressing the button on the car key to lock it. “I hope so, I really want mom to like y/n and Soo-Yun…”
“I’m sure she will, don’t worry. When did you find out anyway? You haven’t been with her in over a year.”
“A couple of days ago…” Jungkook’s voice was really quiet, almost inaudible when he followed him back inside. Slowly but surely the sinking feeling in his stomach told him that what had happened back in Seoul must have been a result of Y/n being back in his life.
She wrapped the dark blue towel around her body before she took a closer look into the mirror - she was a tired mess, even a steaming hot shower wasn’t able to hide the bags under her eyes.
Faintly she heard Jungkook’s voice coming from his room when she walked back, it was a higher pitch than usual when he sweetly talked to Soo-Yun.
“Are you sleepy? Oh right, your mommy said you were hungry earlier. I’ll get the crackers, wait.” She watched how he clumsily reached for her bag and rummaged through it to find the small carton.
“It’s okay, I’ll feed her now. It’s almost time for her to go to bed anyway.” She announced herself, crossing the short distance from the door to the bed.
“Ah, perfect. Would it be okay if I jumped in the shower real quick? I feel like I have stand stuck everywhere from earlier.”
“Sure.” Pressing his lips to her forehead, before he grabbed clean clothes and disappeared in the bathroom.
“Are you hungry?” She sat down, picking her daughter up to place her on her lap. “You’ve been such a good girl today but it’s almost bedtime, princess.”
Soo-Yun usually demanded to always be fed on time, she just loved to eat and snack all day, although she was a bit fussy when it came to vegetables, cucumber being her favorite by far but before bed and once during the night, she still wanted milk.
Naturally, her chubby little hands reached for the towel that was standing in the way of her dinner, once she had cradled her in arms like she usually would.
“I can’t wait for you to only eat solids.” She cooed, gently pushing her daughter’s hair from her forehead when the familiar sucking noises started.
For a moment she watched her drink, the little eyelashes fluttering shut before she busied herself on her phone. Three messages from Jihoon and two missed calls were amongst the messages from her sister and brother in law wondering where she was. Quickly she replied to the latter, not wanting them to worry but Jihoon was a different story. They weren’t dating- they had kissed a handful of times but only ever after she had cried to him about her struggles with Soo-Yun and to her they were just good friends; maybe she was trying to fill the void in her heart that Jungkook left but to him, they were clearly more than friends. Before she could type out a reply to yet another ‘I miss you’ message, she heard a gasp.
Looking up from her phone, she saw Jungkook standing in the doorway, staring at her with his mouth open, only in his underwear and a t-shirt.
“I’m so sorry, I’ll go…” He covered his eyes quickly, wanting to give her some privacy but his body had turned to stone. There were too many thoughts rushing through his head to sort through them. To say that he was embarrassed was an understatement, he could feel himself starting to sweat profusely, his cheeks burning up in a crimson red.
“You don’t have to go, you can stay…I don’t mind.”
“No, no…I’ll go…” He wanted to turn around.
“Kook, are you embarrassed?” She raised her eyebrows, not fully able to banish the amused tone from her voice.
“I-I…” He stuttered, still not looking at her, just wanting to hide somewhere until she was done.
“You don’t have to be, it’s normal. Babies have to eat too.”
“I know that…” He mumbled, dragging his feet over to the chair by the small desk. “I just thought…she was eating food and you didn’t have to…" Ungracefully he gestured towards her, not wanting to say the word breastfeeding out-loud.
“For the most part, she eats regular food, yes, but she still likes her milk in the evening and at night…just like you, you love milk, so that’s something you have in common.”
Jungkook scrunched up his nose, his ears were on fire and he still couldn’t bring himself to look at her.
“If you have questions, just ask…”
He didn't even have to think twice, there was one question predominantly pushing its way forward in his brain. “Uhm, you know…the other day when we, you know…I did that too and nothing came out…”
She burst out laughing, earning a disgruntled noise the baby in her arms.
“I guess, you were just lucky. I should’ve warned you, I’m sorry.”
Throwing his head back, he let out a whiny cry. “Yes, you should have. That would’ve been weird.” Suddenly his head snapped back and he was directly looking at her, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. “You know, I was wondering why your boobs were a little lopsided”
“Just like your balls.” She shrugged, shifting her focus back to her daughter.
“What? Are you serious? Is one really bigger than the other?” He leaned forward, trying to inspect his lower region through the black fabric of his briefs.
“You’re an idiot.” Rolling her eyes, she reached for a pillow, aiming it directly at his head.
*
“You did what?” Hoseok whispered yelled, although it was just him, Yoongi, Namjoon and Jin who were at the dorm, while the two youngest were out looking for the maknae. Jin nervously hid his hands inside his pink sweater when he ever so lightly nodded.
“I can’t believe you two were the ones that told on Jungkookie.” Hobi’s face was pulled into a grimace of contempt. “So he was right. Unbelievable…”
“Well, it was mainly Namjoon who did the talking, I didn’t say much….I couldn’t….” Jin tried to defend himself, still feeling the heavyweight of guilt resting on his shoulders.
“Doesn’t matter, you were his accomplice!”
“I thought, I was doing the right thing.” Namjoon covered his face with his hands. “He was so happy but I knew that if management found out later, it would be a lot worse for him, them…all of us.”
“That was not your decision to make. You did stab him in the back.”
“Hoseok-ah, he just wanted to help and it won’t do any good or change anything if you keep scolding him now.” Yoongi crossed his arms. “I don’t condone what you did but I get it. We all worked too hard to have this potentially ruin everything. You had good intentions but it blew up in your face.”
“You should’ve talked to Jungkook first, I’m sure, he would’ve understood what’s at stake here.” Hoseok lowered his gaze.
“I-I really only wanted to do what’s right. I didn’t think he would listen to me and I thought, he would understand if the boss told him that he’s making a mistake.”
“But he always listens to you, you should’ve been the one to knock some sense into him.”
Namjoon let out a heart-wrenching sigh. “I know that now…”
They fell silent for a moment, where they all succumbed to their thoughts. It was the first time that a fight between the members had gotten so out of hand that one of them ran away and didn’t come home.
“We have to make sure Jimin and Taehyung don’t find out what you two did, they will take it to heart.” Yoongi muttered, his thumb pressed against his bottom lip before he sunk his teeth into the already tortured skin - if things didn’t start to look up again soon, he’d never be able to break this terrible habit.
*
Dinner had been awkward, to say the least; not once had Jungkook felt this strange and out of place in his parents’ house, even the light-hearted conversations his brother had tried so hard to hold, faded into silence very quickly.
Y/n was sitting on the floor in his room, watching as Soo-Yun peacefully let out little snores in the car seat.
“Do you think she’ll be comfortable enough in this thing the whole night?” He wondered, carefully eyeing his daughter, feeling bad that it was too late to get a proper bed for her to sleep in. “Maybe we should have stayed at a hotel for the night…”
“It’s not ideal but it should be okay for one night, don’t worry too much.” She turned around, now kneeling in front of him. “How’s your hand?” She inspected his knuckles, that had slowly started to bruise.
“It’s a little sore.”
“What did you do anyway?”
“I might have punched a wall…” He trailed off, watching her mouth open in shock.
“Jungkook, what? Are you serious?”
“I was angry, they were still lying to me. I-I just needed to do something and it was better than hitting one of them.”
“You know there’s pillows or punching bags for that so you don’t end up with a bloody hand.”
Letting out an airy chuckle, he cupped her face and moved in closer. “Thank you, what would I do without you?”
She smiled against his lips before they connected sweetly when suddenly the door opened. Quickly they pulled away from each other, his mother scrunched up her nose, holding extra bedding in her arms.
Crudely she walked over to the bed. “Here, help me put this on. Your father is bringing the air mattress in a few minutes.”
“Air mattress?” He repeated with a dumbfounded look on his face. “But we don’t need it, we can just sleep in my bed.”
She let out a sardonic chuckle through her pursed lips. “You two are not sharing a bed. Evidently nothing good comes from that.”
“Mom!” He protested, feeling a sting in his heart from the snide remark aimed to hurt his and y/n’s feelings.
“Jungkook-ah, I don’t want to hear another word.”
Silently he nodded his head as he started helping his mother with the bedding.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” Y/n offered, when his father walked in, carrying the old air mattress.
“No, I think you’ve done enough already.”
Quickly Jungkook looked at her, mouthing ‘sorry’ before stuffing a pillow into its designated pillowcase.
“Honey, where do you want me to put it?”
“Hm, over there, in front of the bookshelf.” His mother instructed her husband after making sure there would be enough space between the mattress and the bed.
“Here’s a fitted sheet for you.” Coldly she handed it to y/n, shooing her husband to the door. “Don’t stay up too late.”
“We won’t. Goodnight.” Jungkook wanted to close the door behind her but instantly his mother pushed it back open.
“The door stays open!”
“But mom.” He whaled, feeling like a little kid again that was being treated unfairly.
“If you insist on closing it, you can sleep in your brother’s room, then y/n can have your room all to herself and close the door if she pleases.” She smiled sweetly, her eyes drilling into her son’s, letting him know that she didn’t appreciate his behavior.
“Fine.” He mumbled, just pushing the door a little so it wasn’t fully open. “Is that okay?”
“No.”
“But mom, y/n has to feed the baby later, please…”
“Just for tonight.” She caved, turning to leave. Impatiently Jungkook waited for his parents’ bedroom door to close before he sat down on his bed again.
“That’s unbelievable. I’m not a kid anymore.”
“It’s okay, at least you don’t have to sleep in Junghyun’s room.” After finishing putting the fitted sheet on the air mattress, she sat down on it.
“But still, we’re not teenagers anymore. We’ve already done it, there’s no need to keep us apart.” Groaning, he let himself fall back, hitting his head on the wall. “Ouch, I forgot how small his bed is.”
“See, maybe it’s good that I’m sleeping over here.”
“You’re not sleeping on that old thing. You can have my bed and I’ll sleep on the floor.”
“I don’t mind, you can really sleep in your bed.”
But Jungkook wouldn’t budge, he got up and grabbed the end of the air mattress, dragging it over, right next to his bed before he lifted her up with ease to make her sit on the bed.
“Ah, much better.” He smiled, sitting down cross-legged.
“You know, your mom will be mad if she sees this.”
“I don’t care, I want you to be comfortable and I can sleep pretty much anywhere.” He pulled the duvet over his legs. “Do you need me to set an alarm for when you have to feed her?”
“No, my body now wakes up by itself at 2:30 am…fun, right?”
“That’s usually my bedtime.” Jungkook watched her, as she tried to get comfortable in his bed, pulling the blanket up to her chin.
“We can stay up if you want.” She yawned, her eyes already hooded with sleep.
He simply shook his head, reaching for the light switch of his desk lamp.
“No, it was a long day. I’m glad when it’s finally over.” Rolling onto his side, he closed his eyes. Maybe tomorrow would be different, maybe tomorrow would be a better day where he didn’t have to think about his brothers at all; his priorities had shifted so fast that maybe he would be able to forget about them just as quickly.
“Kookie?”
“Hm?” He hummed drowsily, wanting to open his eyes when she didn’t reply but then he felt her hand underneath his duvet, searching for his; their fingers intertwined. His body relaxed instantly into the mattress, and although he couldn’t sleep in the same bed, it was more than enough to know that she was there, holding onto his hand - and heart like she always did.
*
Namjoon was pacing up and down in front of the sofa; his hands were clammy so he repeatedly wiped them on his sweat pants.
“Can you please sit down? You’re making us all nervous.” Hoseok’s eyes were glued to the clock on the wall, his pupils moving rapidly as they kept up with the seconds that passed.
“Sorry, I’m just…” The leader was cut off when the two youngest members hurried into the room. “Did you find him?”
Taehyung shook his head. “He’s not at the gym, nor is he with any of his friends…”
“They could be lying and are covering for him.”
“I doubt it, hyung, most of them said that they haven’t heard from him in a while.”
Jimin slumped down on the floor. “He’s not responding to messages and when I try calling him, it goes straight to voicemail. Have any of you tried calling him?”
All of them pulled their phones out but every call ended with a disappointed sigh.
“Voicemail.” Jin mumbled, dropping his phone to massage his temples.
“He’s just mad and needs to clear his head, he’s probably with y/n.” Yoongi tried to reassure his members but even he couldn’t entirely ignore the uneasy feeling inside of him.
“I tried calling her too earlier but the same thing happened.”
“Well then we know that he told her what happened, that’s something.”
“It’s not, we still don’t know where he is and if he’s okay.” Taehyung sat down next to his best friend.
“I’m sure he’s fine and will be home soon.” Yoongi tried his best to sound hopeful, only to earn a sad look from both boys on the floor.”
“Maybe we should call the police. It’s been over 24 hours…”
“But Jungkookie is not missing…”
“Yes, he is! We don’t know where he is and that makes him a missing person!” Jimin protested, determined to find the youngest.
Namjoon cleared his throat. “We can’t call the police, but we can tell one of the managers what’s going on. They have to know.”
“And what are they gonna do about it? If we can’t find him, they won’t either.” Jimin threw his hands up in despair. If only Jungkook would have talked to him; he was sure that he would’ve been able to calm him down and make him stay.
Was this just part of a plan to make them all feel bad or had the youngest been so heartbroken, so upset that he couldn’t stand living with them anymore?
They would never turn their backs on him but Jungkook had just walked out of their lives.
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hey ram! i usually see you hyping up other members of this community so i wanted to hype you up! your positive comments and constant encouragement really means a lot to those around you! even though we only see you through the internet, your wonderful personality totally shines through in the way you act! keep doing what you do! :}
AWWWWWW WHAT I APPRECIATE THIS SO SO MUCH???? You guys goin out of your way to send such lovely stuff I am so,, sob sob sob ily all sm ok
I really really hope u creatives on here feel encouraged by the silly tags n the like me and other people add because I’ve just? Literally never seen such a tightly knit and lovely community before and I know the encouragement that I myself have gotten is just. BEYOND nuts god
#IM SO GRATEFUL FOR ALL OF U YOU DONT EVEN KNOW#THANK YOU AGAIN FOR THIS THISIS SO NICE UAAA#.askers#.bleats#.hooooooneydiskies
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Hey Tomas. You said you do typesetting. I imagine that includes trying to find good fonts, having favourites etc, so do you... perhaps... want to talk about those? If you have an interest in them? Because I'm not into typesetting but I do love going on like dafont and trying to find good fonts that fit my OCs. Which, as a side consequence, also means sometimes in the street I go oh hey that's written in Little Lord Fontleroy, which I kid you not has happened thrice now with that exact font. People love it I guess?? At least it's not Papyrus or god forbid Comic Sans :') anyway yeah fonts. Do you have favourites. Do you want to share.
OH OKAY SO
first hi, I'm sorry this took so long to respond to, I've kinda been in the hospital and then recovering from a fatigue episode so I'm so sorry for how long this has taken, ily Ram thank you for your patience <3
Brief history on why I'm learning typesetting: I really want to have printed hard copies of all my favorite fics. Nothing more fancy than that. Then, the more I dove into fanbinding with the help of @renegadepublishing and their server, I also discovered the wonderful world of fandom history and preservation! And now that I'm active in a local queer sci-fi/fantasy group too, it's become even more important to me to print the fics I love. I'm currently learning to primarily typeset because I'm a little restricted on funds, so I'm going to get as much typeset as I can so that when I can finally afford the materials to print these fics, I'll be able to just print and bind all at once, y'know?
So the font I use the most has to be EB Garamond! I got mine from google fonts, but I just searched for it and I'm not finding it? It's not really my favorite per se, but I use it the most for the majority of the typesetting I do. It came recommended in @armoredsuperheavy 's Ao3 fic to fanbound book tutorial, which is my basis for all the typesetting I do at this time. (I wish I had actual examples to show off, but I haven't actually printed any of my typesets yet, and I wont print them until I can actually bind them y'know?) I've found it to be a good all-purpose font to fit a variety of fics, and it's looked just as good on my BotW fics and Star Wars fics as it does on knitting patterns!
My favorite font though would have to be Aurebesh Droid by StormtrooperOnWeekends! It's so smooth, especially for an aurebesh font, like bro it's so aesthetically pleasing!!! There were two others that I saved, specifically because they were for fics that needed a different vibe than that one did: Aurebesh Hand by Cinematic Captures and Aurebesh by Pixel Sagas. Aurebesh Hand was perfect for my obikin fic, and I saved the general Aurebesh font just to be on the safe side in case I ever needed a good all-purpose aurebesh for whatever reason.
Now for other fonts that I'm utterly in love with! I highly highly recommend you check out the work of Dieter Steffmann on dafont, who's been going through and digitizing old blackletter fonts. I'm a sucker for blackletter, like, omg, so to have a resource like this is so cool! And I haven't yet gotten to use the majority of these outside of dropcaps, but I'm hoping that I'll have more opportunities in the future!
So I'm still just at the beginning of my font exploration, as you can see! I'll take any recommendations you have, if you don't mind sharing!
#ahhhh#it feels so terrifying @ing this super big blogs omg#like#ahhhhhhhh#but anyway hi ram ily#thanks for the ask!!!
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Love on me, darling
Cowboy!Sigma x Gender Neutral AFAB Reader.
Summary: Your sweetheart boyfriend who is also a cowboy has always been gentle and patient with you. You tell him you’re ready.
Warnings: Smut, oral sex (male receiving), descriptions of female genitalia. Pre-established relationship. Honestly this man is just happy to be with you, and he’ll make you feel good :) (also there’s mentions of male and female birth control, wrap it before u tap it guys pls u save so much future trouble by keeping it safe)
A/N: Ok so i have so many followers and notes on my other fics that I’m yelling nonstop. TYSM ily guys. My Mafia AU is on the way, it’ll be a multichapter thing too. I’m just slow and college is yeeting me into the 5th dimension, bare with me here. Hope you enjoy this :D
When you suggested taking things to the next level with your boyfriend, you didn’t expect him to pull a 180 on you.
Siebren is a sweetheart of a man, a true gentleman to you. He’s always been sincere to you, and that’s one of the things that won your heart.
That, and maybe his cowboy hat too.
Both of you were relaxing on the front porch of your house, one you inherited from your family.
This house was the reason you met Siebren. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.
It all started with his cute charm and gentle aura pulling you in, convincing you for a date.
It was several dates that followed that one. Fun fact: You kissed him on your first date. Which was a gamble, but a well played one.
Because he kissed you back.
As you two were cuddling together on your surprisingly large sofa out in the front porch, you were on top of him, his arms holding you securely over his chest, his hat neatly sitting on the top of the back rest of the furniture.
This was perfect.
Though, honestly speaking, you wanted to take things a little further.
Who in their right mind wouldn’t? It’s your seven-foot-tall hot boyfriend we’re talking about. Seeing his tight jeans and button up shirt being wrapped around his body has always left you so hot and bothered.
You would wonder if he did that on purpose.
But no time like the present. In order for things to progress, you have to ask him.
“Hey, Sieb?”
“Mhm?”
“I wanna go further with you.”
His voice was riddled with drowsiness, “You sure ‘bout that, baby?”
“I am. Can I be honest with you?”
“I’ll always be here to hear you out, schatje.”
“I want to have you fuck me right here.”
That made Siebren open his eyes fast. His hands went from your waist to your ass, gripping it. As you looked up to look at him, he caught your lips in a small kiss.
“Are you sure you want to do it here? It’s out in the open. I don’t mind, but I want to make sure you’re comfortable.”
“Yeah, right here. I wanna ride you sitting here. I want people to see us.”
Siebren groaned softly as he sat up, accommodating you on his large lap in the process. “Kitten’s a freak. Didn’t expect that one,” he pulled you in to kiss your sensitive neck.
And at that point he was grinding against you, starting to make his length known. You grinded back at him just as hard.
He up and took your top off with ease, kissing your chest and softly biting your nipples, pulling them with his teeth as you mewled softly under his ministrations. He was getting hard as he kept rutting his hips under you, soft sighs coming out of him.
You had your hands to support you as he marked you up. The cowboy always had make people knew what was his. He raised his head to kiss you again.
“Take off your shorts, sweetheart. I wanna see what you got for me,” he pulled at your lower lip as you pulled away to take off your shorts and underwear. Siebren unbuttoned his plaid shirt, exposing his strong chest. He unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down to his ankles, pushing his briefs off too.
Well.
You didn’t expect him to be that big.
You also didn’t expect him to look this good.
Your mouth watered as he stroked his length some more, getting ready for you. Though, you decided to help. Kneeling in front of him, he stopped stroking himself, knowing what you were doing.
“Go ahead, (Y/N). I wanna see what your adorable mouth can do for me.”
You grinned as you grabbed his length gently, kissing the head of it, passing your tongue over the slit, prodding at it.
He sighed out in relief and tension at the same time. His large hand went over your head to gently card his fingers through your hair, encouraging you to go further.
After playing around a bit, you finally took him into your warm, wet mouth, tongue rubbing at him he slid into it.
He groaned softly as the sensation got to him. That’s until you started to suck on him, and bob your head, making him gasp out in pleasure.
“Fuck—That’s it baby, that’s it,” he chanted out softly. Your mouth felt too good.
You used your hands to stroke at what you couldn’t take, and to fondle his balls. He started to buck his hips a bit, he was panting out loud under your ministrations. You began to hum around his cock, and it made him tense up in response. You were teasing him.
“Wait—stop. I don’t wanna blow my load like that on you,” he moaned out.
You took mercy on him, and stopped.
“Get over here,” He patted at his lap, as his hard length resting at his belly button.
You went and straddled him, he responded by taking a hand and passing it over your wet cunt, enjoying the feeling of your nectar coating his large digits. “You’re all wet for me, huh,” he mentioned this in a pondering manner, to which you kissed him.
“Yeah, all for you, make use of it,” you replied.
“Damn, sweetheart’s getting bossy. Better get to it.” He inserted his fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean.
You aligned his length with your wet heat, and with his help, you slowly slid down on him. But he was nearly too big to handle.
“Give me a minute, Sieb.”
He kissed your forehead, “Take all the time you want, darlin’. Jus’ wanna make you feel good.” His hand rested on your hips, your body at his reach. You were gorgeous in his eyes.
After a minute or two of accommodating yourself with his length inside of you, you were ready. So you began to lift your hips, and sliding back down, to which you both moaned in relief.
You took a faster pace, as Siebren gripped your hips.
You were struggling to keep pace though. So Siebren decided to help. Bucking his hips up, he easily took control, and began at a easy pace. This felt much better.
“Siebren, go harder,” you sighed out.
He took that order to heart. He then switched to a faster, harder pace with his hips. His hands assisted in making sure you felt him deep, ramming into your smooth insides. You easily buried your face into his warm chest, your arms grabbing at his upper arms, moaning at the blissful feeling of being fucked.
You began to feel that impending orgasm, as he thrusted into you, grunting quietly, “You feel so good, darlin’—fuck, I’m getting close,” he groaned.
“Same -ah- here,” you whimpered out.
“Say my name, beg for it, beg for my cock to make you cum,” he ordered.
”Siebren! Please—I want to cum, and then feel you finish inside me, please Siebren!”
That made him go faster; changing his angle to hit that special spot, inducing you to scream out in pleasure as he quickly drove you over the edge.
Your cunt’s walls pressed around him as he found his own release inside of you, his rhythm erratic, and sloppy as he rode out his orgasm.
After both of you calmed down, Siebren gently lifted you off his softening length, sitting you on his lap and taking a near blanket on the couch to cover you and cradle you in his arms, as you were too weak to move.
“I’ll clean you up in a minute, love. I’m just trying to gain strength,” he chuckled softly as you looked up at him with a blissed out expression.
He realized his mistake though. “Oh my stars. I came inside of you, I’m sorry,” he apologized profusely.
You laughed in response to his worried self, “Babe, I asked for it, you delivered. Besides, don’t we both have birth control?”
Siebren’s eyes glittered in realization. Burying his face in your neck, “I do. I forgot. Still, we didn’t discuss me filling you to the brim,” his hand went inside your blanket and passed over your opening, which was leaking his cum.
“We’ll be fine. Next time we could use a condom if you want. Though, I love having your cum inside of me,” you teased him.
“Keep talking and I might make sure you’re full of it, sweetheart.”
You kissed him after that.
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Hey there, hi! I love seeing you on my dash!! It always makes my day better! How's your day going? What's your zodiac sign? Favorite candy? Favorite emoji? Favorite song? Favorite singer/ artist/ band? Favorite quote? Favorite season? Sweet, sour, spicy, or savory food? Favorite game to play? Favorite article of clothing? Comfort item? Gummy bears or gummy worms? ILY!! Sending love!!! 🖤🖤🖤Xoxo
Hey??? Sorry it’s like just now 1 am and I can’t sleep so I’m on Tumblr??
My day was fine at first but got worse there’s a whole post about that somewhere.
I’m an Aries, the ram.
Fav candy is probs heath bars. Or sum with caramel.
Fav emoji is probs ✌️, cuz gay.
Fav song is either The King by Conan Gray or All You Wanna Do from Six.
Fav singer is Melanie Martinez.
Fav band is Queen.
Fav quote is probs ‘‘You only love her when you let her go, and you let her go.’
Fav season is deffff Fall. Pretty.
Sweet, sour, savory, or spicy food? Savory.
Fav game is ‘‘What’s today hyper fixation?’ Or I spy?
Fav clothes. Damn. Either my black sweatpants or my black dress.
Comfort item is def any pillow. Gimme a pillow and I’m good.
Gummy bears cuz you can bite their heads off. Or the sour worms. Only the sour worms.
Love you too, Viv. Go to sleep.
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Talis ilysm my darling. Congratulations! 🎉 👀 easy A - I freaking love that movie ❤️
AHHH BABE!! ILY 💗💗💗
Finn was smiling at her over the table even as her heart sank and she started internally praying to every god she could think of for a way out.
“Um. What are you talking about?”
“The deal, right? Do I pay you now or later?”
The thing was, idiot that she had been, she thought Finn had asked her out as a friend, or maybe on a real date - not to make a deal with her.
She really hadn’t meant to become the queen of taking virginities and doling out street cred, but sometimes life be like that. First it had been Jasper Jordan, who was so desperate for people to stop teasing him about being a high school senior still in possession of his v-card that Clarke had offered to tell people she’d taken it. It wasn’t like it was a big deal, it was just sex, and she’d never understood the obsession with knowing if other people had or hadn’t done it anyway. He was so grateful that he made a special batch of moonshine for her which was now half-finished and hidden under her bed.
Then it had been Monty, who had been frustrated at the rampant homophobia in the guys locker room at his bisexuality to the point where he wanted to pretend to be straight, just for a little while. Jasper mentioned her name and she pretended to date him for two weeks, and now the three of them were pretty good friends considering how they started.
But somehow word got out, and as is wont to happen with school rumour mills, it got mixed up. Half the school knew about her willingness to pretend for a friend in need, or cash, and the other half just thought she was a raging slut.
She’d never really cared about what everybody else thought of her; most of her life she’d been labelled the “princess” or the “know-it-all” so she learned to stop caring about mean labels pretty quickly.
Now she was sitting in a diner across from Finn and she suddenly felt blind-sided by it. Because the two factions of school rumour had become so turgid that there was now more than one person who thought Clarke was literally just a prostitute - selling herself for money. This was, of course, not helped by Echo Espion, who at this point seemed to be openly telling people Clarke was a whore.
Clarke pushed her plate away, suddenly not hungry. “I’m not like that, Finn.”
He frowned, seeming genuinely distressed by her sudden change of humour. “What do you mean? It’s not a secret, Clarke, everyone knows.”
“It’s not true.” She said, firmly; end of discussion.
Yet, for some unfathomable reason, he continued. “I’m not, like, judging you or anything. I’m paying too, it’s not like I think I’m better than that.”
“You know what, I think I’m done with dinner.” She slid to the end of the booth. “You should probably lose my number.”
She was halfway across the carpark when he cornered her, grabbing her wrist. “Hey, I paid-”
“-Collins, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” A deep voice cut through Clarke’s pounding heartbeat in her ears and she spun around to find Bellamy Blake standing by the bins, his uniform half-untucked. She’d forgotten he worked here.
Finn didn’t let go of her arm. “None of your business, Blake, don’t you have some customers to annoy?”
“Nope.” He said, eyes trained on Finn’s fingers around Clarke’s wrist. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”
“Why would I?”
Bellamy folded his arms and took a menacing step forward. “The lady said no already, jackass. So it follows that you would then find someone else. Someone who actually wants your pathetic ass.”
Finn straightened, puffing his chest out. “I pay, she puts out, everyone knows that.”
It was the wrong thing to say. Bellamy drew his fist back but before he even had a chance to strike, Clarke had jerked her leg up and rammed her knee into Finn’s dick. He doubled over, looking up at her in shock and pain.
“I slipped,” she shrugged, stepping away from him.
She turned her back on his glare and started walking towards her car, acutely aware that Bellamy was following her.
“I can take care of myself, you know. It’s a pretty well-lit carpark.”
“Actually, I was hoping I could get a ride,” he said, and they both knew he was lying, that his bus would be arriving soon, but he ended up in her passenger seat anyway.
They drove in silence for a while, until they both started to speak at once. He apologised but Clarke rolled her eyes at him and he smiled.
“Sorry. I was going to ask if you needed directions.”
“No, I remember the way.”
She hadn’t been to his house since middle school, back when she was friends with Octavia and she had the biggest crush on him it was possible to have. But she and O drifted apart and when Bellamy graduated, two years old than Clarke but only a year ahead because he had to take a break to take care of his mother, she didn’t really think she’d see him again. Yet he seemed to always be around, at parties, after school, at that restaurant. He was still friends with a lot of people from her grade, because of Octavia, and everyone he was friends with had graduated a year before him, so it made sense. Didn’t make it easy for her to pretend her crush was past-tense though. Especially when he came to her rescue in a dark carpark without prompting and then pretended he needed a ride home just to make sure she got safely to her car.
She tapped her fingers on the steering wheel. “Hey, you know I’m not a prostitute, right?”
He made a face. “I wouldn’t care if you were, there’s nothing wrong with jobs in the sex industry as long as you’re safe.”
“Yeah but... you know I’m not, right?”
“Yeah, Clarke.” He smiled softly at her and it was suddenly really hard to keep her eyes on the road. “I knew the second I heard about Jasper and you. I asked him about it and he basically confirmed my suspicions, and then suddenly half the student body was claiming to have slept with you, and you bought a new laptop, so.”
“Hey, I needed that laptop, for science.”
“What science?”
“...art.”
He snorted. “Sounds about right.”
She pulled up in his driveway but he didn’t get out. Instead, he leaned over and turned the engine off, holding her gaze.
“You’re okay, right? I know you don’t care about your reputation and I know you’re annoyingly noble so you’ll keep doing it even if you get hurt as long as you think it’s helping other people, but... I don’t want you getting hurt. You deserve better than people thinking they’re entitled to sleep with you just because of some high school rumours.”
“I really want to kiss you.” She said.
Out loud.
He blinked. “Uh. That’s not really the response I was expecting.”
“Yeah, well, I’m unpredictable.” She frowned, eyes darting to his lips. “I don’t just want to kiss you now, because you’re being nice to me. I’ve wanted to kiss you for years, since back when you hated me. I just... I’m not scared of telling you anymore.”
“Wait, you like me?!” His mouth fell open. “Seriously? But Echo told me...”
“Echo told you? Echo your ex-girlfriend who notoriously hates me and is currently telling the entire town that I’m a call girl? That Echo?”
“Ah. Yep.” He scrubbed a hand down his face in frustration. “I’m just... you like me?”
“Stupid amounts.” She admitted. “Really, just... stupid, ridiculous amounts.”
“God, do you have any idea how much I like you?” He asked, shaking his head in disbelief. “I’ve been wanting to date you for years and I didn’t know how to ask and then you just come right out and tell me you want to kiss me. If I’d have known it was that easy to say I would have said it years ago, but it always seemed so hard.”
She shrugged. “I like you. And you still look at me like I’m normal even when the world thinks I’m sleeping with people for money. You’re worried about me, even though I got myself into this situation. It just sort of slipped out.”
“I should have let it slip out years ago.” He scolded himself.
“Probably.” She hummed.
He reached over and took her hand carefully. “Do you really wanna kiss me?”
“Yes.” She said breathlessly.
“It’ll cost you,” he teased, and she smacked his chest in annoyance, but she was already leaning in and they were both smiling and when their lips touched Clarke could forget that anything in the world existed outside of that moment in her shitty car in front of his shitty house, with the nicest guy she’d ever met.
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hurloane “I won’t forget this moment.” 👀👀
((“These are going to be very short fics!” I said. You know, like a liar.))
“It’s like sex. You do it often enough and eventually the thrill wears off.”
“Pfft.” The noise might have been derisive or might have been amused or both. It was hard to tell, muffled as it was under layers of polystyrene and fiberglass. “I seriously doubt it. Just because you’re above it all doesn’t mean I have to be.”
Sloane shrugged and did not respond immediately. The late sun’s rays splintered into spikes as they hit the edge of the steel garage door. They pricked the corners of her vision and made her eyes sting until they watered. She turned away from it to look at the small woman whose head rested in her lap. Her raven mask created blind spots at the edges of her vision, a black frame encircling the world, so that she could not see all of the halfling at once. Not that she would’ve gotten a good look regardless. The Ram still wore the bone-white visage of her namesake over her face. Horns curved backwards from the top of the glaring skull to curl around her slightly pointed ears.
This level of contact would not have been feasible months ago, when they had only just begun to race together. In the beginning, Sloane had tensed even at the accidental brush of their greasy knuckles as the Ram passed her a wrench. But she had been forced to get used to it. There had been enough of holding ice packs against one another’s bruises and burns, enough all-nighters when they fell asleep slumped against each other while working on the wagon, enough celebratory embraces after they had flown over the finish line both smelling of blood and sweat and dust. Touching between the two of them was, by now, nothing out of the ordinary and nothing especially meaningful.
At least, Sloane told herself that. She could even believe it up until the moment when they actually touched. Somehow, she always forgot just how it set her off tingling whenever they made contact.
“I’m just saying,” Sloane went on, “winning races is always great and all, but the adrenaline rush isn’t always there after awhile. You won’t always have the novelty of it.”
The Ram shook her head. “I don’t believe it,” she said softly. “Not for me at least. You can never quite remember just what it’s like until you’re there in the thick of it, you know? The way the wind feels in your hair and the way the cheering drowns out everything else. You just can’t replicate it. I don’t think so, anyway.”
Maybe, for the Ram, that would indeed be true. She was hungry for life, in a way that Sloane had seldom seen in other people. (Maybe because the Ram still believed there was a lot that life could offer her.) Her racing moniker–although not befitting the unified goth corvid aesthetic that Sloane had so carefully cultivated–was well chosen. She didn’t race against their competitors. She charged toward the western sun and tried to outpace it so that it would never set on her. The other racers were just in her way.
Sloane’s eyes had started to drift down to the Ram’s toned arms, where freckles dusted the skin like snowflakes that had yet to melt. She caught herself trying to trace their pattern, trying to memorize the exact curvature of the muscles, and viciously chastised herself. That would only lead to self-torment. She had tried, in the past, to scan crowds for the Ram, searching for halflings with the same body type and slightly springy gait. But she had never found any quite like her, and there was no point anyway, and she didn’t know why she even bothered. Both had agreed to the utmost discretion from the very beginning. They would not acknowledge each other outside of the track and the garage. Personal lives were to be discussed in only the vaguest of terms. And no taking off the masks.
“And hey,” said the Ram, “your experiences are not universal. Maybe you’ve just been having bad sex.”
“Hey, fuck you!” Sloane shot back, hoping she could hear the smile in her voice. “I’ll have you know I have fantastic sex on a very regular basis.”
“Right. That’s why you’re in here with me almost every night working on the wagon.”
Sloane snorted. “Well, there’s the pot calling the kettle black. If I’m not getting any, you’re not either, are you?”
“We’ve both been busy, I guess,” she murmured, drumming her fingers lightly against Sloane’s thigh. She felt almost unbearably sensitive, all of a sudden, nearly ticklish.
“Yeah.” Sloane swallowed. “Yeah, we have.”
The Ram’s chest expanded as she inhaled and seemed to just keep inhaling. She held the breath for a long time, as though waiting for some sort of cue to release. For her own part, Sloane’s muscles were knotting as she waited in the hot silence.
“Raven,” the Ram breathed at last.
“Yeah, Lamb Chop?”
She snickered, and for an instant the tension ebbed. “I’ve told you that’s the dumbest fucking nickname possible.”
“I think it’s fun.” Sloane hoped her nervousness did not leak through her teeth. “You know, like the little sheep puppet? You ever see that thing? Everyone loves–”
“Can I kiss you?”
The words came out so fast and sudden that Sloane had to take several moments to process their meaning, then several moments longer to try to convince herself that she had simply misheard. But no. The Ram was sitting up, now, and turned toward her, fixed on her.
Sloane stared, and considered it lucky that her face was covered, because she undoubtedly would have looked like a complete fucking moron otherwise. After a time, she was able to pick up her jaw and use it for speech. “Uh. No?” She shook her head quickly. “I mean–we can’t, you know?”
“No one kisses with their eyes open anyway,” the Ram murmured. There was something strained in her voice. “We could just close our eyes while we had the masks off. There’s no catch here, I swear on whatever god you like, there isn’t. Just this once, just for a second, I…I just want to know what it’d be like. But…fuck, I can’t believe how stupid this is. I’m sorry. If you don’t want to, I–”
“Wait, no, I…” Sloane thought, or rather did as much thinking as she could with her mind buzzing. It was, in fact, a stupid idea to expose herself like that. Idiotic, in fact. A completely pointless risk. And nothing, nothing, not the diamond necklaces tucked away in the aristocrats’ safes nor the finish line near the cliff had ever tempted her more. Nothing had ever seemed more worth it.
Sloane grabbed the beak of her mask. “On three?” And the Ram nodded.
She squeezed her eyes shut before she pulled the mask off, then reached out, blindly, carefully. Her palm settled on a strikingly warm, soft cheek. She felt the gentle breath of a contented sigh blow against her, just brushing her neck. She tried to take a note of every sensation, document every detail in her mind. She wanted to grab these few moments out of time and hoard them for herself, relive them again and again, have them even in the privacy and darkness of her own room.
Her thumb ran over the Ram’s cheekbone. Then, after a moment’s wondering, she moved her finger up to brush, as lightly as possible, over the eye. She made contact with the delicate closed eyelid.
The Ram chuckled, and it sounded the way a steaming cup of coffee felt. “You don’t trust me after all this time? I’m not going to peek.” She took Sloane’s hand and placed it, carefully, over her own forehead. Sloane could feel the featheriness of the Ram’s eyelashes and the slight movement of her eyes against her palm. Everything about her was hot and close and real.
Sloane tasted her and knew that she would never forget this moment.
((Hi this like barely followed the prompt and is three hours late but I hope you like it anyway!!! Thanks for asking as always ily.))
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Prompt : Rescue
requested by @zldane ur a genius n ily man ❤︎
She returns to the infirmary not long after supper and clean up. They had made their camp just outside of Zofia Harbour, a short detour for more supplies. They’ll leave tomorrow morning and continue onwards to Desaix’s fortress.
Faye plays with the bows at the ends of her plaits, securing them in place. Her hair is still wet from the wash, her hands red and dry from the cold water and old soap. “I’m back,” she says.
There’s someone in one of their cots, splayed out like they’re asleep. Faye frowns as she recognizes their lazy archer, Python, passed out.
“Hello Faye,” Silque says quietly.
“What happened to him?” She asks, glancing at the archer.
Silque’s natural thin smile turns into a small frown. “He found our stash of wine.” She says. “I left only for a few minutes, and when I returned he had drank the entire thing... He didn’t know that it was old and past it’s prime.”
“I hope the stomachache teaches him a lesson.” Faye says in a loud and bitter voice. She throws a glare towards him. “Do we have any more?”
They haven’t seen a Shrine for a while, so surely they’ll pass by one sooner or later. Silque has always reserved alcohol to offer to the Idols they pass by. The elder cleric shakes her head, the edge of her headdress swaying. “No. I need you to do me a favour.” She says, turning to an old and worn bag sitting on a stool. She pulls out a coin purse and hands Faye a few silver marks. “There’s a tavern by the wharf. I know you’re of age, so I need you to buy a bottle of wine.”
Faye’s gaze flickers to hers. “It has to be me?”
“I have to stay here and care for him.” Her gaze turns to Python, a forced frown on her face. “If the tavern keep won’t give you one, say it’s an offering to the Earth Mother. And let them know that you’re one of her servants.”
“Right. I’ll do it.” She says, picking up a staff from the basket by the doorway.
“Go now, night will fall soon and we leave tomorrow morning.” Silque says.
Faye leaves their small camp and follows the cobblestone path leading into the harbour. The silver marks clink quietly in her little brown pouch. Zofia Harbour is pretty, it’s large and beautiful port connecting to the tiny island in the south and the pathway to the eastern continent of Archanea.
A few homes that are all closely built beside each other line the pathway. Lanterns burn bright, more being lit as she walks. The market stalls that line the path are being cleaned out, stray cats following the smell of old fish. She clutches her staff tightly, her knuckles turning white as she finds a large sign with the name of the tavern.
The door is left open and she can see that the inn is slowly filling up. People stand at the bar and fill up tables, gossiping, playing card games and betting money. A sight of depravity, wickedness. She thinks of the other devout followers on her path—like those in Celica’s army—not daring to set foot inside the walls of such a sinful place.
But Silque must’ve been inside a tavern before. Faye thinks. And she’s the most devout person I know.
Still, she wonders if Mila will punish her. She is a cleric now, supposedly bound to faith and the Mother’s will over anything. It’s not the first time she’s been in a tavern, but it’s still not a comforting place to be, especially after being blessed as a cleric.
She takes a step inside, the floorboards creaking loudly. It’s an old building, the walls are lined with casks filled with wine and ale. The smell of sweet and bitter alcohol and comforting food meets her nose, bringing her back to her youth. She remembers going to Ram’s tiny tavern and fetching her Father for supper a few odd times. Standing at the doorway, holding it tightly as she called for her Father to come home to a good meal after a long day of work. Her grip on her staff loosens with the memory.
It’s just before the rush hour, when fishermen and lumbermen from the mountains call it quits and come to relax with an ale. She even catches sight of a few women, also betting in the games and drinking ale. She remembers her Nana ranting on and on about Ram Wine and how sweetly bitter it was, but Faye’s never had a taste for the bitter.
She approaches the front bar, catching the tavern keep and a bartender. “Excuse me,” she says in her strongest voice, summoning all the courage she can. “I’d like to buy a bottle of wine.”
The bartender, an older man with tired eyes, looks her over with disinterest. He turns away from a cask, holding a half-filled ale in his hands. Her eyes flock to the foamy head top, almost looking like a cloud. “You drinkin’ it all here?”
She shakes her head. “It’s an offering to the Earth Mother.” She says. “I’m a cleric of Mila.”
“Sure you are.” He says, unconvinced. His brow is knotted in a hard line, a frown across his face. He turns away and with a flick of his hand tries to shoo her. “We’ve heard that line thrice today. Go somewhere else.”
“But I am a cleric. See?” She says, holding up her staff. Her fingers touch the inscribed scriptures. The tavern keep, an older woman with her hair in a bonnet turns around with annoyance on her face. Faye can only assume that they’re married, and not happily.
The woman turns to the bar, leaning over to glance at Faye’s staff. “Don’t be rude to a paying customer,” She chastises under her breath. A thin smile comes across her face. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you, Sister.”
Faye nods thankfully, bringing her staff closer to her person again. The tavern keep frowns in the direction of the bartender before escaping into the back.
Her gaze flickers around the tavern. She catches a young, white-haired man sitting at the other end of the bar staring at her with a smarmy smile. She guesses that he’s a fisherman; the stench of salty fish and ocean air that lingers around him. She stands stiffly, turning her gaze to the wood of the bar.
“Hey Sister cutie, over here.”
I shouldn’t have looked, she thinks, quickly finding something else to focus on. She frowns, gaze settling on the chipped and stripped wood of the bar. She can see his shadow moving towards her, his tanned arm resting by her hands.
She moves away uncomfortably. He throws a few marks on the bar. The coins roll in front of her hands as she pulls back. “Let me buy you that bottle of wine,” He says. His voice is different, the hint of a Novis dialect. “We can go and drink it together.”
“No thank you.” Faye says as strongly as she can.
“Your goddess won’t mind,” The fisherman says, smirking. “besides, she drinks enough of it in her temple.”
“I don’t think she’s interested in you,” says the bartender. He doesn’t meet her pleading gaze.
“Say, you’re far from the Temple of Mila. You serve her there?” He asks, leaning closer. She moves away, her eyes catch the door that opens. She catches sight of a familiar face, eyes widening. “Hey Sister, I’m talking to you.” He says, his voice growing annoyed.
“Cato, lay off.” The bartender warns. He doesn’t do anything brash, just a lame reprimand. Faye can only assume that he’s a regular.
“What’s your name?” He asks.
“I don’t have to tell you.” She says, internally quaking.
“Feisty! How’s about a deal?” He says. “You tell me your name and I buy you that bottle of wine.”
“I said no thank you.” Her clutch around her staff tightens as she hits him in the shoulder. A few of the other patrons look up as she stumbles away, holding her staff in front of her as a guard. The fisherman lurches forwards, causing her to wheel backwards with a gasp. She feels a strong grip around her shoulders, causing her to jump. Her brow furrows as Tobin pulls her close into his side. The cape of his uniform hinders her vision for a moment. She stares up at him with a bewildered gaze.
“Hi darling, everything good?” His voice is forced, the words coercing her into playing along. She glances up to him, grabbing a fistful of his cape to regain her balance.
“I’m fine.” She says quietly, unsure of how he got there so quickly. Her face burns with a blush from being so close. He glances to her hand and takes it gingerly. His fingers lace between hers.
He gives her a smile. “Good. Have you got what we need yet?” He asks, his brown eyes checking over for any injury. She’s just shaken up. His free hand is on the hilt of his sword and the fisherman must notice. He glances over his shoulder, a frown on his face.
She thinks of how much of an idiot the fisherman must be, but is silently thankful for it. Her grasp loosens as the tavern keep emerges with a dusty bottle. “Here you are dear,” she calls. Faye passes over a handful of silver marks.
Tobin eyes the fisherman, who wears a frown and stares into his ale. She thanks the tavern keep and turns back to him. The mercenary takes her hand again, pulling her close once more and leading her out of the crowded tavern.
The sky is dark, lanterns lighting the way out of the harbour. The top of her staff glows faintly in the dim light. Their hands are still clasped loosely together, the flush still adorning her cheeks. She stares at them for a moment before pulling hers free.
“You okay?” He asks quietly, glancing to her.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” She says, taking a deep breath. She runs her hand down the bottle, dust flying away in the salty air. She hangs her head. “Thank Mila you were there.”
“Alm said he saw you going into town. We both thought it was weird.”
She looks up, flush turning into a wine-red blush. “Alm was worried?” She asks.
“Yeah. He suggested I follow.” He says. “I’m glad I did.”
“I’ll have to thank him.” Faye says with a thin smile on her face. She sneaks a glance at him. He stares at the stone path, his lips turned into a frown. “And thank the Mother for sending you to my rescue.” She says softly. “Thanks Tobin.
He rubs the back of his neck. The edges of his lips turn up into a smile. “No problem. Gotta look out for each other right?” He says. He pulls his hand away from his neck, taking the bottle from her hands. “So why did you go out so late?”
She stares at the ground. “Silque said we needed more wine for the offerings to Mila.” She says bitterly adding, “Python drank the last of it.”
“So she sent you out at night?” He asks, brow furrowing. “Bad timing.”
“I didn’t realize it would get dark so quickly okay?” She says. She tucks her staff into her elbow and rubs her face tiredly.
He stops walking. “You sure you’re fine?” He asks, gently moving one of her hands away from her eyes. He lowers it, flushing as he realizes how close he is.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” She says. Her hands drop from her face as she sighs. She gives him a smile that makes his cheeks glow pink.
“I-If you ever need another partner for a wine run, just call me.” He says, quickly looking away.
“I’ll only think of you,” she says as they walk back to the camp.
He lingers slightly ahead of her, gaze on the ground. She thinks of his warm hand in hers and hurries her pace. With careful measure steps, she catches up and lets her hand brush against his for a moment. Her hand catches the edge of his sleeve, tugging gingerly at it as they walk. She notices his wide eyes glance down, then to her. Slowly, his palm opens, her fingers lacing between his again.
#fanfiction#fe#ru writes#faybin#enjoy... that forbidden ship in the beginning bc i love them.........#i hate how tropey this is but i love it i love it theYRE JSUT KIDS OKAY THEYRE JUST KIDS#i really dig... merc!tobin n cleric!faye all right#THIS IS WAYY TOO LONG TUMBLR GOT MAD AT ME#also say hi to cato... hes my shit son i wuv him#prompts
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