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dracowars · 3 years

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hii was gud! so i saw that you’re kinda new here (no means to offend), but i loved what you wrote so i wanted to request smth very very cute, fluffy and loving - like being in bed with draco in his room (where you basically moved in), waking up in his arms, cuddling under cosy blankets etc. just like huge loving bf vibes would be noice! take your time and don’t stress about tho - i hope you like the request, and you should deffo add whatever you’d like to :)) thank you sm, big big kisses xx

sunrise, kisses and pancakes | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x reader

word count: 1,4k

summary: where y/n spends a cuddly morning with draco

a/n: thank you for requesting <3 i am in such a christmas mood already, it is not normal lol

warnings: none

universe: harry potter

The sunlight gently shines through the certains into the darkened room. Fine grains of dust are flying through the bundled sunbeams. The nature outside has already woken up, the birds happily singing and chirping. The warm rays fall onto your face, tickling the tip of your nose. Mumbling, you scrunch your nose and softly exhale as you slowly fall out of your dreamland and back into reality. You rub your eyes tiredly, slowly opening your eyes. The sun's rays dazzle you briefly before you can get a clear view.

A pleasant breeze, that entered through the window that was left open yesterday, drifts throughout the room and even though you are warm, you cuddle more under the blanket and into the heat source in form of your boyfriend, who lays closely next to you. One of his arms is looped over your waist and he breathes peacefully, his head close to your neck. With a small smile on your lips, you turn around, careful not to wake him up of his deep sleep. When you succeed, you stare at him, taking in every tiny detail of his facial features, your legs still tangled under the covers.

You brush one of your strands out of your face and place your cheek on the back of your hand, palm laying on the pillow. You can't believe how lucky you are to wake up to this sight every morning since you basically moved into Draco's dorm room a few weeks ago. You have always spend most of your nights here anyway, so why not just bring all your clothes and belongings into his room? Your roomates definetely did not blame you.

Draco's hair is tousled from sleep, his lips a crack open. You can faintly hear his adorable snoring, the smile on your face only enlarging. Eventually your gaze wanders from his face to his upper body which is only slightly covered by the duvet. You gently place it more over his bare shoulders and lightly touch his warm skin with your fingertips, smiling to yourself as he immediately shows reaction.

You start to slowly draw patterns on his upper arm, goosebumps spreading over his smooth skin. Draco growns softly and pushes his head further into the pillow, his hand on your waist unintentionally pulling you closer to him. A short giggle escapes your lips before you stroke over his hair, here and there playing with a strand between your fingers.

Draco breathes out enjoyingly as your fingertips slide over his cheeks, tracing the structure of his face, trying to memorize it forever. After doing the same movement for a few minutes, in which he still has not opened his eyes yet, you place your lips against his, giving him a loving kiss. The corners of his mouth curl up, but he quickly hides his smile, pretending to be still asleep.

Of course you noticed and therefore softly kiss him again and as he still does not answer afterwards, you start showering his whole face with kisses. You place the butterfly kisses on his forehead, on the tip of his nose, on his chin and several on his cheeks. At some point - probably when you literally started kissing every inch of his handsome face - he can't help but let out a giggle and you stop, smiling at him when his eyes finally flutter open.

"Good morning, gorgeous", his raspy morning voice greets you while he closes one eye again, blinded by the bright sunlight. He runs his hand through his already destroyed hair, breathing out deeply. "Good morning yourself, sleepyhead. Already awake?", you tease him playfully and trace patterns over his skin again, but this time on his bare chest.

He catches your hand in his and stops your movement. "Who wouldn't sleep longer when they are treated so lovingly?", he smiles at you, intertwining your fingers. "Well, you are not very good at pretending to be asleep then", you comment, holding back a laugh. "Is it not a little too early to make jokes?", Draco grumbles, adjusting the pillow beneath his bedhead and closing his eyes in an attempt to relax a bit longer.

"It is never to early to make fun of yo-", you giggle but get interrupted as Draco suddenly pushes you into the mattress, tickling you through. "Ah! Stop it!", you scream out loud, laughing, and try to get him off you, without success. Your lower body is caught between his thighs and there is no way to escape him now. Abruptly he stops after a few seconds. "Do you want to say that again?", he warns you, his hands still dangerously close on your waist, threatening.

When you do not answer him and just try to get your breath under control, he starts tickling you hard again, showing no mercy at your fits of laughter. You try to fend him off with your hands and even get hold of one of his, but he then immediately presses it against your pillow next to your head. "Do you want to wake everyone up with your screams?", he rebukes you, shaking his head in feigned disbelief, before suddenly giving you a taste of your own poison by being the one to shower your face with lots and lots of kisses now.

Draco falls back on his side of the bed, giving you hardly any time to breathe as he immediately takes your face in his hands and continues with the butterfly kisses, placing them all over your face, even down your neck. He smiles against your skin as goosebumps cover your body. As you are just starting to enjoy it, he bites you once all of a sudden and then lies down normally again, as if nothing happened. "Oww! That hurt", you gently smack his chest, running your hand over where he bit you.

Draco just looks at you with that stupid grin on his lips. Before you can make a snarky remark, he beats you to it. "I love you", he says out of nowhere, catching you off guard. Your pretended aggressiveness vanishes within a matter of seconds and you instantly get soft, your heart briefly skipping a beat. Speechless you search for words, but Draco quickly bends forward, catching your chin between his fingers, and gives you kiss.

After the short kiss he leans his forehead against yours and gently smiles at you, then wraps his arms tightly around your body and and leans back into the mattress with you, hugging you tightly. Satisfied and with a smile on your lips, you snuggle closer to his warm body, your head on his chest, and wrap both of you in the blanket. Meanwhile, he is just calmy playing with your hair.

"I love you too", you respond under your breath while listening to his heartbeat. In response he just kisses your hairline and continues running his hand through your messy hair. Because of the frequent movements you slowly feel tired again, closing your eyes. A comfortable silence fills the room and you can feel his slow breath against your hair, his gentle touch sliding over your skin.

"Do not fall asleep again, darling", he slightly nudges your side causing you to open your eyes again. "I am not sleeping. I am relaxing", you mumble, your hand sneaking around his waist. A hoarse giggle comes from his direction, his chest vibrating under your head. He quietly murmurs to himself, something you are not able to hear, and then goes back to caressing your hair. Your eyes automatically close due to the touch, which does not last very long though as a familiar feeling in your stomach area arises.

"I want pancakes."

"Pancakes?"

"Pancakes."

"Why pancakes?"

"Why not pancakes?", you snarl, turning your head to look at him. "I do not need to have a good reason to want pancakes. I just want them."

You look each other deep in the eyes for a few seconds before bursting out into laughter. "All right, my dear", he smiles, his hand cupping your cheek. "Then I guess we have to get those pancakes for you and your so very hungry stomach."

Ignoring his comment and happy that you will get what you want, you quickly kiss him and stumble out of bed, pulling Draco, who tries to defend himself at first, after you.

And these are the exact kind of moments that are your absolute favorites: cozy mornings with the love of your life. You could never imagine to ever spend a morning alone, without him by your side, again.

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nagisa-shiota-worthy-shit · 3 years

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Star Signs and Loving Gestures

Karmagisa week 2021 day 4 prompt: Stars AKA: stargazing date

wordcount: 1693 (may be posted to AO3 later)

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Karma had thought of pretty much everything. When he’d initially informed Nagisa of the stargazing date he’d planned, he figured it would be a mess like many of their dates ended up being. Something as simple and intimate as stargazing was something that didn’t come natural to Karma and Nagisa. Sure, they’d ended up cuddling together and watching the sky before, but it had been spontaneous, and not the entire date.

Yet, there they were, laying down on a blanket on a small grass field, bodies as close to each other as was possible while still remaining comfortable. Karma had remembered to bring food and drinks, even being so responsible as to make one of those options fruit. Nagisa appreciated that. As nice as unhealthy snacks were, he was the kind of person to eat a lot of fruit just because he enjoyed it. Karma had made fun of him for that before.

“Can you pass me a strawberry?” Karma asked, pointing towards a container just out of his reach.

Nagisa handed it to him with a smile, “Being healthy?”

“No,” Karma scoffed, “I brought nutella to dip it in. Literal heaven.”

Yeah, that was just about what Nagisa expected. It wasn’t like Karma never ate fruit, when it came to strawberries he almost seemed addicted at times, but this wasn’t the time of day for his boyfriend to pull up the healthy options. Nights to Karma Akabane menat snacking and gaming time, where convenience went above health.

It didn’t matter, just meant there was more fruit for Nagisa. And that’s what was most important. Karma had brought it for him. It was nice and considerate of him. He couldn’t help but feel just so happy in that moment, knowing how in love he was with his boyfriend and how much he loved him back, with a nice starry sky to decorate their evening.

“It’s so pretty,” Nagisa sighed, unsure if it was just a thought or something he wanted Karma to know, “yet so simple looking at the same time.”

It was a clear night, warm and comfortable, in the middle of the summer. The day had been terrible, but that was over now. The sun had taken the worst of the heat with it as it had gone down. Now, all was perfect. The star were visible, and Nagisa was comfortable in simple jeans and a t-shirt. He’d brought a jacket, still, just to be sure.

“How cute and romantic would it have been if I looked up romantic stories written in the stars beforehand?” Karma asked, “In the constellations, I mean.”

“But you didn’t?”

“Hell no.”

Nagisa shook his head, laughing ever so slightly. This was just about what he was used to from his boyfriend. Not that he minded, it was part of this very specific charm Nagisa had grown to love. Besides, he’d put in enough effort in planning the rest of the date. He could deal with no romantic stories in the stars.

“I can tell you about zodiac star signs though.” Karma added.

“What?” Nagisa looked confused, “Like when you’re born and stuff?”

“Yeah, well,” Karma shrugged, “I can point some of them out in the sky, if you want.”

It sounded interesting enough to Nagisa. He was a little surprised Karma had done enough stargazing to be able to find the zodiacs. Then again, he did say he could point out “some,” so perhaps he only knew a few. Nagisa wondered which ones he knew.

So, he let Karma talk, point at the sky, and explain which signs were where. It was a little confusing at times. Nagisa recognized a few of them, although he was unable to locate them in the sky himself, but sometimes seeing the patterns in them was a little hard. When Karma was pointing out capricorn, his own birth sign, Nagisa was just full on confused.

“Am I supposed to see a goat in that?” He asked.

“A sea goat, yes.” Karma nodded. The way he said it made it sound like he thought he’d said something logical.

To Nagisa, it had been the furthest off from that. In what universe did the words “sea goat” make sense colloquially? Last Nagisa checked, goats didn’t live in the sea.

“first of all, sea goats aren’t a thing,” Nagisa spoke matter of factly, “Second, that is a triangle.”

Now, Karma shook his head. He rolled his eyes, a gesture Nagisa didn’t appreciate, and then returned looking his boyfriend in the eyes. The look in his eyes was as stupid as his gesture had been. He looked like he was patronizing Nagisa. Nagisa made sure to glare at him in response. That toned down Karma’s expression a little.

“It’s a mythical thing, first of all,” Karma corrected him, “Secondly, it’s a little more abstract than that, wise guy.”

Nagisa still didn’t see it, but he accepted the explanation for now. He wanted to ask what a sea goat was, but he did not want to be patronized again. So, he kept quiet, and looked back up at the stars. All he saw when looking at the capricorn sign was just a triangle. He wondered who ever made up these so-called drawings in the sky. Mentally, he made a note to do some research on it later.

Because it was so late, he had gotten a little tired by that point. It wasn’t like he’d done too much during the day, but he still had been awake for a rather long time. The coziness of cuddling with Karma wasn’t helping that mood. Karma had such a nice and warm body temperature, like a large, personal heater for Nagisa.

He cuddled up a little closer to Karma, resting his head on his shoulders, and grabbed ahold of Karma’s hand with his own. For a moment, time passed in silence, the two of them connected just like that, the sky full of stars watching them. Then, Karma spoke up and ruined what was once a beautiful moment.

“ewl I just realized you’re a cancer.”

Nagisa couldn’t have moved away from Karma faster, moving back so he could look his boyfriend in the eyes. Genuine disgust, that’s what he saw. He hadn’t started laughing yet. He’d better start laughing soon. Even if Nagisa didn’t think this was remotely funny, he sure as hell hoped Karma had intended it that way.

“Excuse me?!” Nagisa looked appalled at his boyfriend.

“Your zodiac,” Karma responded, still not laughing, “You’re a cancer.”

The point was, Nagisa knew that. Of course he knew his own zodiac sign. And the problem… Well, the problem was that Karma was saying it like it was a bad thing. Nagisa didn’t think it was. He didn’t see how being a specific zodiac made him a better or a worse person. Karma, however, seemed very opinionated on it, and his opinion didn’t appear to be anything Nagisa would like.

So, he just stared at him for a moment again, unsure what to say about the matter. Then, he shook his head in an attempt to organize his thoughts. He had to ask for more information. There was always a chance he was misinterpreting this. He’d better be misinterpreting it.

“I know that,” Nagisa slowly said. “Now can you tell me why that would be disgusting?”

Karma blinked. He pursed his lips as he scanned Nagisa’s face. Nagisa was sure the annoyance was clearly portrayed there. Whatever Karma was about to say next, it better be thought through very well. Karma seemed to understand that sentiment very well, considering he actually took the time to think about his words before answering the question.

“Cancers are known for being moody and emotional,” Karma finally said, “You know, like, they take stuff very personal.”

“I don’t do that.”

“You’re… literally doing it right now.”

Now, Nagisa was silenced for a moment. Surely he wasn’t making this about himself, Karma was. Karma had started by calling him out for being a cancer. Well, Nagisa himself had been the one to take the comment seriously. And, he himself had been the one to take the description to himself rather than just a stereotype Karma was explaining.

No, that didn’t matter. What mattered was that he wasn’t like that. Anyone could be emotional, given the right circumstances. Just because he reacted with a lot of passion, and the moment happened to already be about him personally, didn’t mean he was giving in to stereotypes. A zodiac didn’t define Nagisa.

“They’re also known for being gifted in understanding people’s feelings and thoughts, not too far off from your assassin skills.”

Shit, so maybe Nagisa was a little bit typical for a cancer.

“That stuff is nonsense,” Nagisa argued, “purely coincidental.”

There was a silence, followed by the sound of Karma’s laugh. Nagisa didn’t understand what was funny. What he said had been pretty logical. Whatever star sign you were born in didn’t influence who you were as a person. Nagisa would stand by that argument. Why Karma’s response to that idea was to laugh, was something only Karma could really explain.

“I never said I believed in it,” Karma simply said.

“You sure acted like it,” Nagisa pouted once more, “Your sense of humour is bad.”

Karma simply shrugged, and Nagisa figured he may as well drop the subject. At least now he knew Karma didn’t actually judge him for the day he was born. That would have been a weird argument to ruin a relationship with. He tried to release the issue with a deep sigh, and returned his eyes up to take in the wonders of the sky.

Eventually, Karma forced himself closer to him again, once again taking back the hand Nagisa had ripped away moments earlier. Nagisa let him. He, too, wanted to go back to the more romantic mood they’d been having. Soon enough, he felt like they had gone back to that, and the previous conversation was merely a past joke. The comfort of hugging his boyfriend as they looked at a pretty view made everything much better.

“For what it’s worth,” Karma whispered, “You’re my favourite cancer.”

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storiesnobodyreads · 5 years

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Hard To Be Loved 5

PART FIVE

Characters: Tom Holland x Reader

Story: You are Tom Holland’s girlfriend, afraid of being in the spotlight. Your concerns are proven right when a crazy fan starts stalking and threatening you. Will your relationship with Tom stand, and are you in real danger?

A/N: this is part 5, as promised, on sunday! let me know what you think!! lots of lovee

Warning: curses

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4

“Can I say it?” Chris asked, voice higher pitched than usual.

The ones who understood, so mainly the founding Avengers, all sighed in desperation. Clearly, Chris had attempted to do this before. The rest looked around a little confused. Jeremy Renner answered for the sake of the group, “God, Evans, Just get it over with!”

“Alright,” Chris cleared his throat. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, he was Captain America. “Avengers…” he spoke, voice low and deep and serious. “Assemble!”

*****

The meeting with the Avengers passed by awfully quickly. Even though you had in fact met all the wonderful actors plenty of times before and even considered them as more than just acquaintances, it took your breath away to see them all in the same room. Tom was looking around wide-eyed and in awe, seeing his childhood heroes every way he turned. Unfortunately, the atmosphere had been serious and tense.

Because yours and Tom’s reputation was on the line here.

Every one of them had agreed to post something on social media, a picture with either Tom or you or both, making a statement about privacy and respect to this couple.

It triggered you that you didn’t know anything about Rebecca except her first name. You wished that the actors could have tagged her in their posts, unleashing the storm of rage from the fans upon her. Or perhaps it would be the other way around, and you would be burned to the ground for exposing an innocent person to the world of paparazzi. No matter what, it pissed you off that Rebecca was ruining your life and you didn’t even know her last name. She knew everything about you and Tom.

Hours passed and eventually it was actually quite fun. After a while, however, it became time to go back home and have dinner. Lots of hugs and manly embraces were exchanged.

Sebastian Stan held you a little longer as he was hugging you. “Stay strong, kid,” he murmured.

“Man, I’m like the fucking Hulk,” you grumbled in his chest.

Seb’s low laughter made you shake. “Good.” He held you at a distance, rubbing your arms. Suddenly, the smile vanished from his face and his blue eyes sparkled sadly. “I really hope you don’t get your heart broken.”

His words stung.

“Well, I’ll let you know if I do,” you commented, trying to laugh light-heartedly, but truthfully you felt as if you chest was as heavy as the entire fucking world. “I do expect you to bring my chocolate if something goes wrong.”

“Of course,” Seb nodded firmly. “For now, though, let’s believe that everything will be okay. You do have the Avengers on your side, you know.”

You made a face. “I guess that’s kind of cool.”

After that, more encouraging phrases were thrown at you and all your heroes told you to stay strong. It should make you feel more prepared, less frightened, however, the fact they all so seriously cared so much made you only the more concerned that this was massively messed up.

Tom found you when most of the cast was leaving. “Love,” he smiled, smoothly taking your hand. “Everything’s going to be okay. Right?”

“Right.” You couldn’t quite tell whether he was comforting you or you were comforting him.

Robert Downey Junior joined you by your side, wrapping a supportive arm around you. “Well, kids, I’d say this was a success. Now I suggest you two go out for dinner. Or order pizza and watch movie. Have a nice night together. Sound like a plan? Then I can start debating which picture I’m going to post.”

Tom stared at his mentor. “Please don’t post an embarrassing picture of me.”

Robert’s eyes shone mischievously. “I’d never do that, Tom.”

“You’re going to do it, I can tell,” Tom sighed.

“I would never!” Robert exclaimed, hitting his hand against his chest as if he was truly insulted that Tom would dare think such a thing. His face broke into a smile, clapping Tom on the back. “Now get out of here. I’ve seen enough of you two. We’ll all see each other at the Superhero Party in tomorrow, right? Not everyone is going, but I am confident that the youngest members of our team will be there.” He expectantly lifted one eyebrow eyeing you and Tom.

Tom grinned, “Absolutely.”

*****

That evening, everything finally felt kind of fine. Tom had ordered New York pizzas and and had opened up a bottle of red wine. You and Tom were lying on the couch, eating pizza, drinking wine, watching the new Sandra Bullock movie Bird Box. It was a good, cozy night. Tired as you both were, you curled up in each other and enjoyed each other’s warmth. Tom had his arm around you, drawing patterns on your back.

You period had begun the second you had returned from Robert Downey Junior’s house, and although you knew timing couldn’t be worse, you were also infinitely relieved you hadn’t leaked through your pants in front of all the Avengers. Having your period, emotions were at your all-time high and cramps soon became your enemy. Therefore, having Tom softly massage your lower-back and every now and then pressing a loving kiss into your hair, was the best thing you could wish for.

The two of you went to bed early. Tom had filled a special pillow with hot water to keep your uterus heated and lessen the pain. It wasn’t a night of many words. His actions spoke louder than his words anyway. Even though Tom regularly told you he loved you and how beautiful you looked, the main way he showed you how much he truly loved you was by his actions. He knew your period pain was intense the first day and did everything he could to make it easier.

In bed, you curled up into his side. He was cold, perhaps because you were practically a living furnace right now. Softly, you whispered, “Thank you for taking care of me. I know that’s probably not where your mind is at right now. Sorry.”

Tom kissed your temple. “Are you kidding? You’re the most important person in my life. And it’s not your fault that periods exist.”

“That’s true, I guess,” you murmured, appreciating the gentle way Tom was stroking your hair, fingers tracing over your sensitive skin. “I love you, Thomas. Very much so.”

You cradled your head on his chest, listening to his breathing. His steady rhythm slowly carried you to sleep, forgetting the pain in your back and belly.

Very much so: that was your thing. The first time Tom had told you he loved you, he’d said it rather fast and hesitantly, too scared of your reaction. Um-I-um-love-you-Y/N, he’d brought out. You’d apologised: sorry, didn’t catch that, babe. He’d taken a deep breath, fixing his sleeves nervously. I. Love. You. You’d kind of heard him the first time around, but didn’t mean to be the idiot who misunderstood such an important sentence. Your cheeks were redder than tomatoes, heart racing in your chest. Really? Tom had nodded. Very much so.

Tom’s chuckle rumbled underneath you. “I love you too,” he yawned. “Very much so.”

*****

The next morning, you didn’t feel much better. Cramps and nightmares about Rebecca had kept you awake. You remembered how Rebecca had texted you to break up with Tom and it would all be over--especially after how sweet he had been to you, this simply wasn’t an option. You should have broken up with him, of course. For the sake of his career. For the sake of Spider-Man and the millions of people who loved the character.

Tom was no longer in bed, which surprised you for a second, before you spotted the time and saw it was literally one o’clock in the afternoon. You’d woken up multiple times, but since your day had no agenda, you had decided to continue sleeping.

You grabbed your phone from the nightstand and scanned Rebeca’s last text message from yesterday: I saw the police in your home. Don’t think it’ll be easy to catch me. You know nothing about me except my first name, and I’ll destroy this phone immediately. You keep underestimating me, you whore. Stop thinking you’re so much better than me, or this will end very badly for you. Break up with Tom now, and I might leave you alone.

Letting out a deep sigh, you rolled over to take up the entire bed. It hardly felt real to you anymore. You’d experienced too many emotions the past couple of days; you were exhausted. You considered going back to sleep despite knowing it was 1 P.M., when the delicious smell of bacon and eggs hit you. Tom must be cooking breakfast, or lunch, for the two of you.

Cute.

Tom was fucking cute.

The bubble that exploded in your chest drove you to get out of bed, pull on a sweater from Tom and your sweatpants and Tom’s happy socks. Sauntering into the kitchen, you found Tom was wearing a similar outfit. He was busy with the bacon and didn’t hear you come in. You stood leaning against the wall for a bit, admiring him for who he was.

Finally, he did turn around. Seeing you, his face lit up. “Hey lo--”

You attacked his with a hug, firmly wrapping your arms around his neck. “Good morning, you wonderful human being. I’m super hungry.”

Tom was laughing. “Yeah, you probably should be after sleeping fourteen hours.”

You shrugged, letting go of him. “I expected to be going into hibernation, so really this is not so bad.”

Tom studied you. “You look like you could use more sleep, actually.”

“Gee, thanks, babe.”

“I’m sure you’re still just as beautiful on the inside,” Tom smirked teasingly, pulling you closer.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you hummed, “I’m looking so flawless right now. Like damn, even I would date me.”

“Can’t think of a single reason why anyone wouldn’t want to date you,” Tom agreed with a smile.

The two of you had lunch together. The bacon was perfect and the scrambled eggs were just how you liked them. After eating, despite it being perfect, you were struck with an after dinner dip. You found yourself reluctantly yawning.

Tom eyed you suspiciously. “How can you still be tired? I swear if you’re going back to bed, I’m going to punch myself in the face.”

“Don’t do that,” you smirked, “Not in that face. I like that face.” You changed the subject, aware that you most definitely were going back to bed within a couple of minutes. “What are your plans for this afternoon?”

“I’m meeting Haz to go to the gym,” Tom told you excitedly. “And then I’ll go to the supermarket ‘cause we don’t have any food for tonight. So I’ll be back at like five.”

You nodded. “Sounds good.”

“Your plans?”

You shrugged and flashed a mischievous smile. “I’m going to sleep,” you answered truthfully. “I’m tired as hell. But then I’ll have enough energy for the Superhero Party tonight.”

Tom tilted his head. “Okay, fair enough. I do need you to be awake tonight.” The unsaid meaning of that sentence lingered in the air: because what if Rebecca might do something?

“I’ll be so awake, you won’t even know what’s happening to you,” you promised. “But for now, I’m going to bed.” You wiggled your brows. “Join me?”

Tom was on his feet faster than you could say please.

*****

Tom was gone when you woke up. You guessed he’d gone to the gym after you had fallen asleep in his arms. A fluffy blanket was wrapped around you burrito-style, and by your head you found your favourite book and hot chocolate with marshmallows that had unfortunately cooled, but the idea was sweet. You wanted to see if he’d sent you a message, but your phone was out of your reach and you didn’t want to ruin his carefully crafted burrito. Therefore, you stayed in your position for quite some time, warm and comfy, thinking about how adorable Tom really was.

Tom came back home a little later than he had promised, around 5:30 P.M., carrying three bags filled with food. Face white. Eyes empty.

You tried to kiss him hello but he sort of dodged your gesture with a swirl and ended up patting you on the shoulder politely.

Huh?

Something was wrong. You felt it immediately. What had happened? Had you done something wrong? This morning he’d been warm and fluffy, and now it was the complete polar opposite.

You cooked together, and you attempted to quip back and forth, joking around like the two of you usually did, but Tom was unusually quiet. His responses were dialled back to: “Uh-huh.” and “Yeah.” Which made it hard to have a conversation.

“How is Haz?” you asked.

“Fine.”

“How was the gym?” you asked.

“Fine.”

“Yeah, what’d you train?” you asked.

“Just the regular.”

“Is everything okay?” you asked.

“Ya.”

“Sure?” you asked.

“Ya.”

Dinner was made and smelt pretty good. You set the table and was thinking so hard your brain was whirring, spinning, until anxiety was crippling you. Anxiety was always quick to come to you when you were on your period, and also when you were being threatened by a psychopath named Rebecca. You and Tom sat down at the kitchen table, and you got nervous simply by the fact Tom refused to look you in the eye.

You watched Tom take a deep breath. “Y/N,” Tom said.

Oh, god. Just from the way he said your name, the light quiver in his undertone, you could tell this was going to be a serious conversation. You looked at him, cocking up one brow.

He swallowed thickly. “I was thinking...”

“That’s never a good sign,” you murmured sarcastically.

Tom blurted out his thoughts before he could change his mind. “Maybe you shouldn’t come to the Superhero Party. I mean, it’s going to be lots of people, from Marvel and DC and really anyone who has anything to do with superheroes. There’s going to be so much media attention and interviewers and paparazzi. I just... with everything that’s been going on, I don’t want you to be a victim to that. It might trigger you, you know?”

You frowned. You didn’t know whether to feel heartbroken that Tom didn’t want you by his side, or to deem it sort of sweet that he intended to protect you. “Tom, that’s very... thoughtful of you,” you brought out, blinking heavily, still unsure of how to respond. “But I... I want to support you. We can’t really let Rebecca have that kind of impact on our lives. She’s just one girl. She can’t keep us away from the things we’d usually do.”

You didn’t understand the look on tom’s face: the glimpses of panic in his brown eyes, combined with misplaced determination. “Well, love, that’s true for our personal lives,” he argued with a growl. “But this is just too public. Too much media. I don’t think it’d be a good idea.”

Something in his eyes made you straighten your back, an uncomfortably chill running down your spine. “Is this a discussion, Tom, or have you already made your decision?”

A hard glare passed over Tom’s expression. “I think it’s the best decision for you not to come, yeah.”

You could feel yourself shrink under Tom’s gaze. It was highly unlike him to portray this dominant character and act as if you were his subordinate, his obedient wife. He was never like this. He was always kind and happy and bubbly and ready to communicate and converse to find the best solution for both of you. It was so badly out of character that a piece of your soul crumbled. Just for a bit, you couldn’t recognise the man sitting opposite you.

You tried to swallow your tears away, feeling them burn dangerously close to the surface. Goddamn, you hadn’t been able to stop crying since Rebecca entered your lives. “Oh. Okay. Whatever you want, I guess.”

Tom’s jaw tensed. “Yeah.”

“Yeah.”

Tom didn’t say anything else. He reached out as if he intended to hold you, comfort you, but halfway through the gesture he seemed to change his mind and pulled back.

What a lack of love.

You felt painfully empty, gaping hole in your chest, making every heartbeat ache through your whole body. This was the end then. This was the end of your healthy, loving relationship, wasn’t it?

The two of you finished your plates in silence. Despite having lost your appetite, you shoved the food down your throat to leave the table as soon as possible. As soon as your plate was empty, you rose to your feet. “You should get dressed, then. I’ll clean this.”

Tom offered, “I can help--”

“You should get dressed, Tom,” you repeated.

Tom moved up, now matching your height. You refused to cry. You weren’t going to show him that you were stupidly girly enough to start crying over the fact he didn’t want you to come to the Superhero Party. Any other day, you wouldn’t have cared and wished him all the fun in the world. But now, it felt like a statement. “Y/N,” he tried to say.

“No, I think you’ve made your point,” you interrupted. “Look, Tom, I totally get it. I understand you. But I was looking forward to going to this party together. It just hurts a little, is all.”

Tom stared at you, shoulders hanging, eyes glistening. His cold determination vanished like snow in the sun. “I’m sorry,” he brought out.

“It’s fine,” you dismissed your own pain like it was nothing. “You should get dressed for real. I need a little time to myself right now.” You knew very well that if this conversation was going to last any longer, you wouldn’t be able to hold back the tears.

“I’m sorry,” said Tom again.

But actions speak louder than words.

*****

Tom got dressed. Suit and tie, just like the Infinity War premiere though slightly less formal. Whelms of perfume coming of him, he smelt fresh and ready to conquer the universe.

From the couch, you gave him a small smile. “You look handsome,” you commented flatly.

“Thanks,” he murmured unenthusiastically. “Have a good night, love.” He didn’t look you in the eye. Didn’t kiss you good night.

What the fuck was wrong?

“You too,” you whispered quietly, watching as he swirled around and marched out the door of your apartment that now suddenly felt chilly and abandoned. The front door slammed shut loudly. You flinched. And then Tom was gone. Just like that.

*****

You had ordered pizza and was drinking red wine, lying on the couch, watching Brooklyn 99 on Netflix. Any other day, it would have been a perfect night. Last night it had been a perfect night--but that had been with Tom. Everything was better with Tom.

It didn’t help that you were on your period and in pain and tired and stressed and emotions were cruel.

Your phone was buzzing continuously but you weren’t very interested, convinced that it was Tom texting you. Or perhaps you were only hoping it was Tom, and you didn’t want to be disappointed again.

After a solid hour, and three Brooklyn 99 episodes later, you finally decided to check your phone.

Well, it wasn’t Tom.

Hundreds of messages from friends and family and, strangely enough, Tom’s colleagues. The amount of attention you got was weird. You were used to seeing Tom’s phone blow up like this but not yours. “If this is because of Rebecca, I swear to god...” you whispered to yourself, panic clouding your judgement.

What if something was wrong with Tom? What if she’d hurt him as punishment for you not responding to her text message?

Harrison, Zendaya, Laura, Jacob, your good friends from high school, even Sam, Harry and Paddy, Robert Downey Junior, Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans and so many more had called you and texted you. You were confused, because at least half of those people should be at the Superhero Party and shouldn’t be focused on you.

First, you opened Harrison’s messages.

Harrison: Y/N, where r u?

Harrison: Tom didn’t say where you wereeee so text back plz

Harrison: Lol don’t think you’re here, why not??

Harrison: Ummmm I don’t mean to mess up your relationship and all, but I’m your friend too, and Tom is here with another girl?

Harrison: PleASe don’t say you broke up

Harrison: REPLY TO ME Y/N PLEASE

Harrison: Who is this girl????? Tom is ignoring me what the fuck

Harrison had sent a photograph, secretly taken from the back of the room and dramatically zoomed in to show Tom in his suit, side by side with a red-headed girl. Rebecca. It was actual fucking Rebecca. You couldn’t quite see Tom’s face, but Rebecca’s face was clearly visible: widely laughing, having the time of her life.

“What the fuck, Tom?” you brought out. Your heart skipped a beat, the earth tilting as you looked at the picture, its meaning boring through your chest like a sword. The end of the world would have hurt less than this.

So this was how Tom Holland betrayed you.

*****

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prettymuchimagines · 6 years

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celebration of life [b.a]

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You might as well as crawl in a hole because that’s how your day has gone so far. Not sure of the reason that caused it to be so terrible, but it was definitely something. It could’ve been the whole weekend that you spent in Provo, Utah.

THURSDAY

Your grandpa had passed away on Monday and you were expected to attend the visitation and funeral. So you had to call in for a sub to cover your shift for Friday through Monday.

Sprawled out like a starfish over your bed, you think about all the clothes you need to pack for your trip. Leaning over to reach into the drawer of your bedside table, you pull out a notepad and pen.

What to Pack: two black dresses, heels, sweatpants, t-shirt, iPhone, charger, wallet, makeup, curling iron, bra, underwear, headphones, toothbrush, toothpaste, hairbrush, deodorant, shampoo, conditioner, glasses, hair ties, coat, beanie, blanket, pillow.

Exhausted by the list you made, you begin to draw small flowers all over the pad of paper. You glance over at the clock and notice it’s only been three minutes since you’ve last looked for the time. Deciding that your boyfriend would be on a break right now from work, you walk out on your balcony while dialing his number on your brand new iPhone X.

Five rings later you hear his voice. “Hey Brand-” you say excitedly, to hear a voice. “Oh, hey Edwin. He’s busy isn’t he?”

Edwin lets out a sigh as he replies to your question. “I’m sorry y/n he won’t stop until he gets the routine perfect. Want me to tell him you need to talk to him? I’m sure he’d stop to chat with you.”

“No, don’t bother him. Once he’s free just tell him that I called. It’s not important.” With that you hang up the phone and sit on the silver weaved chair, hands resting under your chin while your elbows are on your legs.

You can’t help but think about how you wish Brandon could come with you on this trip. Although you know he’d drop everything to come, you don’t want him to give up work for a funeral for a person he’s never met.

Eventually you have packed up a bag or two, loaded the car and fell asleep on the couch in the living room. You were way too tired to walk up the stairs and down the hall to the cozy mattress covered with blankets.

FRIDAY

Loud beeping blares across your house from the kitchen. Your iPhone is buzzing on the counter while Open Arms plays over the speaker, indicating it was time for you to wake up.

Slowly you trudge over to the kitchen like a zombie, eyes closed as you search for the phone as if you were blind. After what feels like ten minutes of the song playing, you get it silenced.

An hour later, you’re dressed and filled with the remaining amount of Captain Crunch from your pantry. Double checking your house for all the items you'll need for the trip, you glance at the phone to find you’ve got no missed calls.

Getting into your car, pulling out of the drive you decide to try Brandon again.

“Hey beautiful. You’re up really early.”

You smile to yourself, driving down the road. “I’m leaving for a trip for 4 days, so that’s why I’m up early.”

“Where are you going?”

“Grandpa’s funeral.”

“Oh honey..... I’m so sorry. You need some company and support?”

“Babe I am driving there, plus you have loads of work to get finished. I’ll be fine.”

“How long of a drive is it?”

“Nine hours.”

You hear him sigh and stay silent for a few seconds. “Y/n I care about you more than my work. Come by and I’ll be ready to go with you.”

Shaking your head as you reply, “Brandon, I’ve made up my mind. I’ll go by myself. I love you, bye.”

With that you hang up and begin the 9 hour drive to Provo, Utah.

Pulling into the hotel parking lot at 8pm, your eyes are drooping low and yawns become longer after each one. Looking over at the cups in your car, there are 3 empty Starbucks coffee cups. None of the caffeine has worked, leaving you tired and miserable.

All the joints in your body feel stiff and sore. It’s currently been raining for the past 4 hours so heavily, using an umbrella doesn’t even prevent you from getting wet.

Successfully, you check into your hotel room and bring the luggage into the room. There sits a bouquet of roses with a note, bottle of moscato wine, and chocolate chip cookies.

Dearest y/n, get some rest and relax. I love you so much and wish I was with you right now. Glad you made it safe and I can’t wait to see you when you get back. All my love, Brandon.

SATURDAY

Today was the visitation with so many family members, it’s hard to keep track of how you are related to all of them. Your brothers were on their way today, so they’d be missing the visitation but present for the funeral the next day.

“My how you have grown!” an elderly woman walks towards you.

“Hi...” you say kindly but hesitantly.

“I knew your mom and dad when they were your age. I’m your Aunt Jaclyn.”

Your mood grows worse, saddened by the thought of your parents. They passed away in a car crash with you 7 years ago. Your mom passed away at the scene of the crime, your dad not making it successfully through surgery. You however, were able to walk away with a broken rib and a few bruises. Nothing that time couldn’t heal, but your heart for sure would remain broken for years to come.

“Honey, I’m so sorry.” your Aunt reaches for your shoulder.

You turn your body, dogging her effort to comfort you for bringing up your parents. Shaking your head, you walk outside and dial a number. You stay silent when you hear his voice answer the call.

“What’s wrong sweetie?”

You stand there, freezing cold in the sleeveless dress with heels in the rain. Even though you’re under the awning, you still get hit with a little bit of rain.

“I can’t even talk to these people. They bring up mom and dad, and I---”

“Take deep breaths. You're going to be alright. I knew you’d be worried so I bought a ticket and I’m at the airport, heading your way now.”

“You didn’t have to come B. You have so much work.”

“Y/n stop.” he raises his voice at you a bit. “I’m always going to put you first and no one will ever tell me that I have to choose work over you, because I will always choose the latter. You’re my everything. Let me be there for you.”

“I love you Brandon.” Eyes are closed as you lean against the brick exterior of the funeral home.

“I love you too Y/n. I’ll be there in about five minutes.” He says reassuring you, letting you hang up the phone when you’re ready.”

People keep giving you hugs, teary eyed as they tell you how sorry they are for your loss. You’ve realized how much water your eyes can hold, you’ve been silently crying tears the entire time. No matter how much you wanted to run out and not come back, because the pain was too much to endure - you didn’t. The man of your dreams came to your rescue, knowing you needed him to be there with you. He continues to squeeze your hand or rubs your lower back to let you know he’s still there.

“You’re so beautiful.”

He kisses your cheek, hand on your leg as you drive back to the hotel. You remain silent, afraid you’d begin crying all over again if you even spoke a syllable. Replying to Brandon, you shake your head while focusing on driving.

“I got my bags, you don’t need to carry them for me.” Reaching for his bags out of your hands, taking them in one hand and holding yours in the other.

Quietly you two walk into the lobby, into the elevator to the 15th floor and down the hall to room 528. You place the navy blue card against the reader above the door knob, waiting for the green LED light to grant you access to your room.

“I see you’ve enjoyed the wine and cookies.” he mentions with a smirk, as he begins to untie his periwinkle pin striped tie.

Sliding your heels off, along with the zipper down your back. You remove the dark clothing in exchange for an oversized t-shirt that you stole from Brandon and a pair of your running shorts.

He discards his white button up shirt, black dress pants, and belt. Putting on sweatpants and a loose-fitted shirt. “Let’s get you to bed. You’ve had a long day. I’ll take you out to breakfast tomorrow morning.”

“But they have a free breakfast here.” You softly say, laying down with closed eyes as you begin to drift off to sleep.

“I know but I want to treat my princess to a breakfast.”

“I can’t argue with that.” you smile, moving closer into your boyfriends arms as you both fall asleep.

SUNDAY

Today was a blur. Your brother made it in safely from Illinois and met you at the home for the funeral service. Brandon took you out to a much needed breakfast. The oatmeal the hotel served you wasn’t giving you enough energy for the day. Many people came to the service this morning, which made it seem go slower for some reason.

Brandon was with you the entire time, not leaving your side. You didn’t mind it because if you were being honest, you wanted him to stay with you the whole time. You didn’t want to be alone during this weekend.

Your brother came just for the service and then had to head back home. His wife was very pregnant and she couldn’t fly being 8 months pregnant. Being an over-worried dad-to-be, he wanted to get back home to her incase of anything that would happen in his absence.

Brandon wouldn’t discuss with you about driving arrangements. He told you he would drive while you could relax. Having him in the car made it more enjoyable and kept you awake during the nine hours. Stopping at small local diners, getting some souvenirs, and taking the long way with scenic views. You didn’t mind that the two of you made it back to Los Angeles in 13 hours. The time you spent in his company was well worth the extra hours.

Wanting to take a day to de-brief from all the events the weekend held, you took Monday off. He’s awake already, making your coffee in the kitchen with your usual cereal of Berries Only Captain Crunch.

“Thank you again for coming out. You made it much easier to get through.”

“I’d do anything for you. You can’t get rid of me that easily. I’m madly in love with you y/n and I plan to be by your side for the rest of our lives.”

SOOOO that is the end of this one shot. Let me know what you think about this!! Really enjoyed writing it as it aimed close to the heart. My grandpa passed away five years ago the day before Valentine’s Day and my grandma passed the same day as him this year. It’s been a rough week/weekend with long distances to travel, seeing family I haven’t seen in forever, and all the emotions that are tied into celebrating the life of a loved one.

Anyways, this is what I wrote about since I really was not in a mood to deal with anything today from the lack of sleep and being drained emotionally.

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singingunderthecurtain · 7 years

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Together For Real (ChanyeolxYOUxKris) Mini Series 4

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Author: @julietsoddeye AU: Canon/EXO Universe Genre: Angst | Fluff Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader x Kris Trigger Warning: Distrust, Feeling of Betrayal, basically some angsty stuff. Word Count: 2,021

Plot: You, an EXO manager, developed a dangerous relationship with Kris and one day he suddenly left EXO and it left you devastated. For some reason, you found yourself being in a relationship again with one of the boys. And it’s Park Chanyeol.You set boundaries with him, but he shamelessly breaks all the rules making you want to run away.

October, 2016

Channie: Hey Bae. ♥ (Seen 00:34)

You: Really? Chanyeol, really? (Seen 00:35)

Channie: Isn’t that what kids say nowadays? :P I luv you bae! ♥ (Seen 00:36)

Channie: Hey! (Seen 00:37)

Channie: YAH! (Seen 00:39)

You: What?! (Seen 00:40)

Channie: What r u doing? (Seen 00:44)

You: UGH! I’m trying to sleep it’s almost 1 AM. (Seen 00:45)

Channie: Don’t sleep yet. I’m on my way home now. (Seen 00:46)

And by home, he meant your very small apartment. You didn’t reply to his text anymore since you know he’ll still go to you no matter what. Chanyeol has been going home to you for a year now. Almost every single night and day, unless he’s really busy. By now half of his wardrobe is in your house, which pisses you off tremendously because you have no more space for your own clothes.

Your relationship is limit-free, but not exclusive. You told him he’s free to go and date anyone he wants, he told you that you’re the only one he needed. And you, on the other hand, tried dating a few times, which pisses Chanyeol off a lot but he can’t do anything about it or you’ll get angry at him. No one stood out though. All of the guys you dated were either too boring or too strange for you so you just stopped trying altogether.

You’re still young anyway; you decided to just enjoy Chanyeol’s company while he’s still into you. You’ll never know when he’ll get tired and be done with your bullshit and finally leave you for a much deserving girl, and he could have anyone he wants. He’s Park Chanyeol; any girl will die to be loved by him.

You know you’re hurting Chanyeol but you don’t know why you keep doing it. He’s a really nice guy, a much nicer lover than Kris will ever be if you were being honest with yourself. He treats you well, gives you flowers and showers you with gifts, hugs and kisses, and love, he’s great in bed and not to mention he lasts very long and lets you finish first. A gentleman through and through.

You find it really weird that he keeps taking your shit though and is okay with it. Maybe he’s a masochist who gets off with you being a fucking jerk to him. Or maybe he’s gone crazy with his line of work and lack of sleep so he lets you treat him badly.

As you were slowly drifting off to sleep, mind in drowsy shambles, you hear the code of the door’s digital lock was being pressed indicating Chanyeol’s return. You shake your head and scratch your eyes to wake your mind up.

“Hey, are you still up?” Chanyeol spoke gingerly as he closes the door softly to not make a loud sound if ever you’re asleep.

“I’m still awake.” You say as you stood up from the bed you share with Chanyeol meeting him halfway, greeting him with a warm and tight hug. You give Chanyeol affection from time to time because he deserves it and he never fails to grin with his stupidly cute face whenever you give him the time of day.

“I have to show you something.” Chanyeol excitedly squeaks as he drops his bag and scoops you up in his arms, jumping on the bed with you yelping and giggling silently. You both bounce up and down on the mattress and he gives your lips the biggest and wettest kiss ever.

“What is it?” You yawned as you ask.

“My collaboration with Far East Movement is finally out.” Chanyeol flashes you his pearly whites as he fish for his phone in his sweatpants pocket.

“Oh wow, let’s hear it.” You yawn again and closes your eyes.

“Don’t sleep!” He complains, with the same aegyo he shows you whenever he doesn’t get what he wanted.

“I’m not sleeping, just closing my eyes.” You say with another yawn, opening your eyes again to see him staring at you.

“It’s okay we can watch it together tomorrow if you’re really sleepy.” Chanyeol smiles as he attempts to turn off his phone but you stop his actions with your hands.

“Let’s watch it now.” You insist and he complies. The song started with a smooth voice of a woman who you recognized as Tinashe and your mouth drops a little bit and a smile crept across your lips. You like Tinashe a lot and Chanyeol knows it.

“Oh my gosh Tinashe, really? “ You say excitedly and Chanyeol’s Cheshire Cat grin widens. “Did you meet her by any chance?” You asked enthusiastically as you tighten your cling on Chanyeol’s torso with your legs intertwined together with his; inhaling his oddly comforting scent of fused sweat, laundry detergent, and cologne.

“Sadly, I did not.” Chanyeol answers and you purse your lips into a pout.

Out of habit, his hands start caressing your back into tranquilizing motions making you relax even more. Both the warmness of your body heat and the soothing music he’s playing for you was slowly lulling you to sleep. You weren’t sure if you finished the song or not, but you wake up a couple of hours later with Chanyeol silently snoring. His face nuzzling on your chest, arms and legs gripping securely around your whole body. You absentmindedly smile and caresses his head of hair soothingly making him shift slightly in his sleep and to bury his face in your chest even more.

A few days later you remember to listen to the song again and as the song progresses, Chanyeol’s verse finally came.

Love is a high, we feelin' alive, you Lovin’ the size, you ride this flow I give you more you feelin’ the flow, you never let none of them bring down the vibe Hustle to win, we be livin’ in sin, making us two of a kind New road, babe we got temples to build Ain’t no haters can step to our grind We got that empire mind, Together slowly, let’s climb up (That be freal) A moment with sincerity Try to feel it, close your eyes (That be freal) You be the bank on my side, nothing but dimes Let’s make a deal, Gradually feel, dream and reality If you hold my hand, together freal

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The song was on repeat for the whole day as you do chores. It was your day off from work and Chanyeol was not around to distract you so you took advantage of it and did some laundry and clean up a little bit around your small but cozy apartment.

November, 2016

It was a very slow day at work, it was only one in the afternoon but it felt like you were in the office for more than 8 hours already. Your boss was on a business trip overseas and you can slack off if you want but you chose to do some paper works instead because you didn’t want new projects to overwhelm you in the next few weeks. Some of your coworkers were dicking around the office, some weren't even present, probably out and about doing personal stuff. While you, on the other hand, was being a fucking awesome office employee that you are. You know you will be laughing at your colleagues in the next week to come, hustling and cramming with work when your boss gets back.

“Have you heard that new Kris Wu song?” You overheard one of the interns say, making you stop your typing. You aren’t surprised about hearing his name anymore since the interns talk about EXO and the three estranged members a lot in the break room during lunch hours. One particular girl is obsessed with Chanyeol and she didn’t even know that her trainer, a.k.a you, was her precious Oppa's real-life lover.

“I haven’t yet!” The other intern says.

“It’s all in English, I don’t really understand much but it sounded really cool.” She reiterates.

“What’s the title of the song?” The other asks.

“July. It’s weird I don’t even understand why it’s July.” The mention of that month made you freeze in place. Because that was your birth month. Goosebumps suddenly prickles the skin of the nape of your neck, a cold and sharp pang shoots right at your chest all of a sudden.

You immediately grab your phone and earbuds, darting towards the door to egress from your department office. You reached for the emergency exit and sat on the stairs as your hands keep trembling. It took you a few minutes before you were calm enough to draw the unlock pattern of your phone.

You click the Youtube app and typed in “Kris Wu July” on the search bar. The page loaded immediately and the first video that pops up shows a thumbnail of Kris wearing a hat with the initials “K W” on the front. You click on the video and the song started with a high pitched techno sounding instrument. His hair was white, looks good on him though, you thought to yourself. And the sight of him, after a lot of years, makes your heart beats fast. It’s not that you weren’t allowed to look up his activities, but you told yourself not to, to help yourself move on from him and his crippling memory. Chanyeol helped a lot by diverting your attention to him and him only.

I've been looking for a reason To have you in my arms Where you wanna be Never had a woman so pure Glad to have you right where you wanna be Talking 'til the morning we don't need any sleep I hate it when you go to work Laying 'til the sun down it feel like a dream I hate it when we go to work You should be here…

Baby, Baby, I Doing what feels right Baby, Baby, now Tell me what you wanna say Show me how you feeling, babe Show me how you feeling, babe

You've been looking for a reason To have me in your arms Where I wanna be Give you what you need and no more Glad to have you right Where you wanna be

Talking 'til the morning we don't need any sleep I hate it when you go to work Laying 'til the sun down it feel like a dream I hate it when we go to work You should be here

Baby, Baby, I Doing what feels right Baby, Baby, now Tell me what you wanna say Show me how you feeling, babe

You know this ain't rocket science Get what you got coming to ya I know what you like You know that I'mma keep it coming uh Something 'bout this Moët got you in the mood Say you got a situation Tell that other guy to move

Easy, I may have to call in work, girl How I'm s’posed to lay this work, girl This shit way too good to function I'm like Jordan when it's crunch time We at Nobu when it's lunch time I'mma get up out your way, girl But only if we spending some time, sometimes

Baby, Baby, I Doing what feels right Baby, Baby, now Tell me what you wanna say Show me how you feeling, babe

Show me how you Show me how you feeling, babe Show me how you feeling, babe

The song ended with the same techno sound with a slow fade. It was a blur and you didn’t exactly know how to react, your whole body was numb from all emotions. You get back to your desk and did your work robotically for the whole day. Thankfully nobody noticed your sudden change in the aura, you were grateful that there was a lack of people in the office that day.

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hadiden-lavellan · 7 years

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Can't stop won't stop here's another one @sakurabunnie

Everyone left Hadiden alone. The elf knew why, knew that he had made everyone avoid him. Bull had tried to come over once, join him for drinks, but Hadiden had glared, growled, and bluntly said no. One of the few words that Hadiden had been willing to say. Let. Varric tried to sit with him, figure out what was running around in his brain, but Hadiden hadn't allowed it. He literally took Varric's drink, drank it, and went to finish his own. The dwarf was stunned by Hadiden's actions that he got up without a word and hadn't spoken to the elf. Hadiden didn't care. Not really. He hadn't cared since he had retold Josephine what had happened when he, Maxwell, Varric, Cassandra, Hawke, and Stroud fell into the Fade.

Josephine had asked Hadiden to sit down, to explain everything that happened. And he did. He told her about the Spirit of the Divine, reclaiming his memories, Cassandra nearly taking his head off when she found out about his magic (which he then called a meeting for the inner circle), the Nightmare Demon, and leaving Stroud behind. He retold every detail he could, describing his fears, the fear of his companions, and the gut wrenching decision he had to make in leaving Stroud. After that, after the meeting and coming clean about his magic, Hadiden couldn't really remember.

He was on his... eighth...? No ninth.. wait, his tenth drink. The mug was almost empty. He was going to need another. Maybe he'd try a stronger dwarven ale. Or one of those Tevinter wines. The wines were piss weak and wouldn't have any sort of affect unless he had about six. The ales usually take three or four before he was seeing double. It was when he started forgetting which drink he was on that meant he was drinking right. He wanted to forget, needed to forget. What he had seen in the Fade was too much, too much for abnormal person to understand. But having witnessed the amount of demons he had, all his fears coming to life, having the exact reaction he expected from Cassandra and nearly dying, he needed to forget. He needed to forget the look of Stroud's face as he and Samuel had run past, run to jump out of the Fade while the Fear demon's pet killed Stroud. Needed to forget the look of distrust that Cassandra gave as Desire protected him against the Seeker's sword. He had to forget the memories he was forced to reclaim, knowing now that he was not a real hero or prophet. He was fraud, a fake, a Dalish trying to play a human's part. He wanted to forget.

The barkeep didn't say anything as Hadiden ordered another drink. What happened to his last? Was it really empty. Creators, it was almost like the drink was leaking out the bottom. What drink was he on? One.. two... three, four... fi..si..... seven... eigh, nin, ten, eleven... twelfth.. thirteen? No. No this new one made fourteen. Hadiden groaned as he took a drink. Qunari ale. The kind that Bull had him drink after they defeated their first dragon. And the dragon after that. And after that. And Creators was it strong. Hadiden couldn't help the coughing fit he had as the liquid went down his throat. It hurt but it hurt in a good way. It'd make him forget.

"Maker, how many have you had, Love?" A voice asked. The elf didn't turn, just slumped against the bar and shrugged. Count them, Hadiden thought. That's how many.

Strong, warm hands were suddenly around Hadiden's wrist, making him release the drink. He didn't fight back, not really caring to. He didn't fight as the person lifted him off his stool and threw his arm over his shoulder. Hadiden tried to grip to the fabric but just slouched against his carrier. His legs hardly worked right, and he was more or less dragged out of the tavern. He'd be there tomorrow night.

The cold air of Skyhold hit Hadiden like a boulder. He wanted to go back into the tavern, sit by the fire, curl up, and sleep. But no. The human dragging him thought otherwise. Creators damn him.

"Lord Trevelyan, is the Inquisitor all right?"

Oh. It was Maxwell. That's why he called him Love. Who was talking to his human?

"He's had one too many drinks. Could you run to his chambers and draw a bath? Preferably a hot one. It'll take me a minute or two to get him up there to sober up."

Hadiden didn't want to sober up.

"Right away, Lord Trevelyan."

"Come on, Hadiden. You have to use your legs," Maxwell said, trying to walk to the main Skyhold building. In full honesty, Hadiden tried. He didn't do well, but he tried. It's when they reached the stairs that Hadiden stopped. Luckily for Maxwell, a certain Tevinter came hustling down the stairs to lend a hand. Both humans managed to get Hadiden up the stairs (he wasn't very heavy, just very drunk) and up to his chambers. When he was placed on the small sofa, Dorian wished the two a goodnight and specifically Maxwell a good luck.

Maxwell wasted no time as he stripped Hadiden down. His room wasn't horribly cold, but colder when his clothes were off. He was going to protest, honestly, but just gave up. It'd come out all Elvish anyways. He let himself be lead to a basin and gently dropped into it, allowing the warm water to consume his form. Hadiden's eyes began to close, feeling tired and content. Why had he been drinking again? Who even made the bath? Why wasn't Maxwell in with him? Maxwell liked to join him in the bath.

"There's no sense into trying to talk to you right now. You're still very drunk. I hope in the morning we can talk, even though I know your head is going to hurt," Maxwell said with a sigh. Hadiden let his head tilt back to look at his human. He was frowning. Why was he so sad? Maybe he got a letter from his parents like Dorian did. Maxwell didn't like his parents at all. Hadiden didn't like them either.

But he said nothing. Time quietly passed on as Maxwell helped clean Hadiden up. He rubbed soap into his dirty hair and scrubbed his shoulders clean. Hadiden didn't protest, didn't argue at all. He let it happen and allowed Maxwell to clean him. When Maxwell felt he was clean, the human lifted Hadiden out of the basin and dried him with a clean clothe and then dressed up. Hadiden felt a bit of joy when he was offered one of Maxwell's night shirts. It was too big and cozy as could be. He didn't argue as he was lead into bed and instructed to sleep. Sleep meant forgetting because sleep brought Hadiden to the next day, which meant more drinking.

The sunlight hurt. It made the pounding in Hadiden's head worse. He tried to cover his face with his blanket and realized it wouldn't work. The sunlight wasn't making his head hurt. The drinks. Too many drinks. Slowly, ever so carefully, Hadiden sat up. If anyone could see him, they'd surely laugh. His shirt was hanging off one of his shoulders, exposing the skin to the brisk cold. His hair was more of a mess than usual, sticking up every which way. The bags under his eyes were dark and heavy, and his facial expression looked like one of a mabari. He wasn't happy for the day to have found him.

"No, he's doing better.... asleep.... Yes, Dorian helped carry him up here with me... Reschedule his appointments to tomorrow. I won't be allowing him out much... Yes, thank you Josephine."

Hadiden heard the voice and knew Maxwell was at the door. He watched the staircase and waited for the brown locks to appear. It took a moment, but slowly, Maxwell came walking up. He looked startled to see Hadiden awake, but he offered a smile and walked to the bed, sitting down in front of Hadiden. The smile he wore looked hurt, as if he was reading a sad book.

"Finally up, I see. How'd you sleep?" Hadiden shrugged. Maxwell's smile fell. "Not talking still? Hadiden, I know something is bothering you. We've been over this, you can tell me anything. Like what happened to your cla-"

"Don't," Hadiden said. His voice was hoarse and strained. Maxwell perked up at his voice, hearing him speak.

"Then what's the matter?" Maxwell asked, reaching out to place his hand on top of Hadiden's. The elf didn't move away.

"I'm not the Herald. It's all been a lie." Hadiden stopped a minute. Word vomit. It was all going to come spilling out now. "I'm not the Herald, I'm not the Inquisitor, I am barely myself. I'm a fraud, a lie, a killer. Everything everyone believed, about Andraste choosing me, being sent by the Divine to fix everything, challenging Corypheus. It was all a lie and I played a part in it all. Had I not been at the Conclave, Stroud, the Divine, my clan, so many innocent mages and Templars, would not have died. There's so much blood on my hands all because everyone forced me into a role meant for a human. I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't be taking this title, trying to command armies. I... I don't even deserve you, Maxwell. Everything I am is now a lie. I don't even know what to do anymore and I just want to forget it all happened."

Hadiden hanged his head, trying to relieve some of the pounding and to keep his emotions in check. His head hurt as if his whole room was covered in red lyrium. Maybe all those drinks weren't the best decision he made. They hadn't gotten rid of the memories, only hurt him in the morning. He'd do it again, though. He'd take as many drinks he needed to forget.

But Maxwell was frowning and gently squeezing Hadiden's hand; reassuring, comforting. "You can't believe all that, can you?" Maxwell asked. Hadiden nodded.

"Hadiden, have you seen all you've done since taking the position as Inquisitor, as being the Herald? You put a halt to the Mage Rebellion, helped get rid of a Tevinter Magister in Redcliffe, saved all those mages from being made Tranquil. You closed the Breach, brought the crumbling Empire of Orlais into a peaceful state, if possible. How many lives were saved by ending their civil war and bringing those three together to rule? And what about Crestwood? You brought justice to those that died for a disease they couldn't cure. You rescued all those scouts in the Fallow Mire. You helped the people of the Emprise de Lion, stopping the Red Templar slavery. And what about the Dalish in the Exaulted Plains? You helped them. And in the Emerald Graves you helped Fairbanks. Adamant wasn't fun, but you found out what was corrupting the Wardens and put an end to it, putting a hole in Corypheus's plans. And we still have so much to do. You've done so much good and helped so many people."

Maxwell paused. Hadiden figured he hoped Hadiden would look up, to acknowledge he was right. Hadiden didn't know if Maxwell was right or not. But Maxwell continued.

"As for us? I don't understand why you believe you don't deserve me. You're a kind hearted man, brave and strong, definitely easy on the eyes," Maxwell jokes. Hadiden huffed a quiet laugh. "You've helped the people that have needed it most and did the right thing by what you believe. You're helpful and charming, beautiful and the most amazing man I've ever met. Do not degrade yourself and believe you don't deserve me. I'm a mage that was kicked out of his family, and you gave me a family."

Hadiden's bottom lip quivered as he listened to Maxwell. What Maxwell was saying had to be right, and it hit Hadiden hard. His heart wanted to believe him, wanted to believe every word. But his brain wouldn't allow it. But Hadiden ignored it. He ignored his protesting brain as he moved to sit in Maxwell's lap, hugging him. He buried his face into the human's shoulder and himself to be comforted by the man. Maxwell wrapped his arms around the elf, holding him close.

He continued to assure Hadiden that everything was going to be okay, but the elf stopped listening. He focused on the rise and fall of Maxwell's chest, his breathing, the heat he was radiating. His words were true, Hadiden knew deep down. He trusted Maxwell not to lie just to boost his confidence. For now, Hadiden just wanted to find his comfort in Maxwell instead of the multiple ale mugs he had been using.

He was going to be okay.

#hadiden lavellan #maxwell trevelyan #hadiden x maxwell #dragon age inquisition #bunnies oc #I got an idea and I wrote it #can't stop me won't stop me #little ficlet with Inquisitor hadiden and companion maxwell

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The Sweetest Perfection

Pairing: Jiraiya/Orochimaru/Tsunade

Rating: Mature

Warnings: None. Just mild smut and fluffy goodness

Oneshot drabble inspired by @nikkxb regarding the “on a mission and there is only one bed” trope as applied to the Sannin. Enjoy!

Yes, the title refers to the song by Depeche Mode.

Yugakure seems to be a far more exciting locale than any other place that Team Hiruzen has been sent on a mission thus far. They have been assigned a relatively simple stakeout and assassination operation, and their target is set to arrive tomorrow, but the inn that they arranged to stay at for the night at has been overbooked, and they find themselves without lodgings. There is some kind of seasonal festival going on throughout Hot Water Country, and scores of travelers have flocked to the unexpectedly tourist-friendly hidden village, so vacancies are especially scarce.

After an evening spent going from hotel to hotel searching for a place to stay, instead of enjoying the nightlife, Tsunade manages to find them a room. But their relief quickly becomes immense dismay as they open the door to discover that the tiny room only has one bed. A luxuriously soft bed, with fine linens and fluffy pillows. The sight of it alone is incredibly inviting, as all three are exhausted after having completed two back to back missions, followed by several more days of rough travel. None of them are particularly interested in giving up the first bed they have encountered in that time.

“You know, you guys could always just be gentlemen and let a lady have first dibs…” Tsunade suggests, and Jiraiya groans. Orochimaru merely sighs and blinks disinterestedly at the both of them, content to let his teammates haggle it out before he adds anything to the argument. A surprising number of conflicts have been settled by just letting them bicker it out.

“Sorry, Princess, but no. The floor is hard, there are no extra bedlinens, and I would kinda like a shot at a good night’s sleep before our target arrives tomorrow.” Jiraiya argues grumpily.

His emotional state is rarely swayed from anything other than constant cheer, and Tsunade, suddenly feels quite selfish, knowing that the men are just as tired of sleeping on the ground as she is, and they too deserve a bed for the night. To their surprise, she quickly relents.

“Fine. It’s a big bed, and it’s just one night. I’m sure we’ll all fit.”

At first, none of them can easily relax. The initial dilemma of who should sleep next to whom is easily dealt with by virtue of the fact that Tsunade does not entirely trust Jiraiya to keep his hands to himself. Orochimaru prefers not to have covers ripped away from him in the middle of the night, so he separates the two of them, opting for the spot in the middle. So long as he’s warm, he rarely moves in his sleep - his teammates have seen this and consider it an oddity, but useful in this circumstance, they suppose.

What Tsunade, Jiraiya, and Orochimaru don’t talk about is the fact that they have been dancing around the inevitability of touching each other for the better part of the last two weeks, trying to pretend a certain incident had not happened. A certain incident involving a night of drinking, which led to an impromptu game of drunken truth or dare, which led to a certain three-way makeout session that could have progressed to much more had one of Jiraiya’s one-night stands not paid an unexpected visit to his apartment. All three blamed the alcohol for their actions that night, even claiming to not remember much of what occurred, but tension has been shimmering along the surface of their interactions for the last couple of years. There is a thread of attraction weaving a more complicated pattern of feelings between the three of them, and the alcohol just gave them the push they needed to act.

The bed is indeed large, but there is not quite enough space for the three teammates to lie side by side without some form of bodily contact. Jiraiya is ridiculously tall and broad, and no matter how they adjust the way they all lie there, someone’s arms or legs are brushing in some way. Exhaustion wins out eventually and it no longer matters. Fresh from baths, with satisfied bellies after a hot meal, they doze off within minutes of one another. Or so it seems.

Jiraiya’s arm falls across Orochimaru’s waist as he nods off. The snake user is discomfited by the contact at first, but the fact of the matter is that it actually feels quite nice, and Jiraiya is incredibly warm, radiating heat and the soft scent of woods and earth. Orochimaru almost feels more cozy than when he is tucked in his favorite spot under the kotatsu at home, so he deems it acceptable, and tries to ignore the slight trickle of excitement creeping down his spine when Jiraiya shifts, cuddling more closely against his side.

Tsunade lies still for the most part, though at a certain point she turns to snuggle into her pillow, but ends up resting her head against Orochimaru’s shoulder instead. Her hair is loose, falling in shimmering strands around her face, and she smells sweet, like spun sugar and vanilla. He has never been one for liking anything sweet, but on her it’s enticing, and he is suddenly very uncomfortable. He is painfully aware of the both of them, and sleep does not come easy.

By the time the light of dawn is filtering in through the glass balcony doors, Tsunade is only hazily aware of two things; the languorous warmth of an entirely too pleasant dream in which a lover wakes her with a kiss, and how comfy she feels snuggled up against him, with her face tucked in against his throat, wrapped securely in his arms. The skin against her cheek is warm and petal soft, scented with something familiar and soothing, like lavender and spice. Tsunade brushes her lips across the fluttering pulse point, and he stirs. Fully conscious, she immediately realizes that this dream lover is a real man, her teammate in fact, and that she is dangerously close to waking him up in a precariously sensual position.

Orochimaru is already awake, but adept at pretending otherwise. With Jiraiya curled against his back and Tsunade in his arms, he does not want to admit to himself how wonderful it actually feels to be embraced by the both of them. When she practically kisses his neck, it sends heat throughout his face and his belly, and he struggles to force his breath to remain deep and even, regulating his pulse, and desperately hoping she won’t notice. Thankfully, Tsunade seems to be oblivious and taking liberties; her fingers card through a wayward lock of Jiraiya’s shaggy white hair that has somehow fallen over his shoulder, before doing the same with his, sending spidery little shocks of sensation along his scalp. Precisely the reason he has always hated (secretly loved) having his hair touched by others.

Then Orochimaru feels the heat of Jiraiya’s mouth pressing against the juncture of his neck and shoulder, while large hands skim his waist reflexively, and he gasps openly as Jiraiya sleepily murmurs an unintelligible but certainly saucy endearment. Tsunade freezes against Orochimaru’s neck, and he opens his eyes to see her trying and failing to feign slumber once more except it’s too late, and she knows she is caught. She draws back just enough for her honey colored eyes to meet his incredulous golden stare.

“Ah, um…good morning,” Tsunade says softly, her eyes fixed on the adorable blush that has stained his cheekbones a vivid scarlet. She can feel his heartbeat racing, and he wets his lower lip, drawing her gaze there instantly. She has a faint recollection of just how soft his lips actually are, how they feel pressed against hers, while another, rougher, pair travels down her neck…

“Good morning,” he responds, as if testing the words, or saying them for the first time.

“Mmm, good morning!” Jiraiya cuts in happily, “Kami, this is damn cozy. Who knew you would be so cuddly, Oro?”

Orochimaru goes very still, and for a moment none of them move, talk, or breathe. It is utterly quiet, and Tsunade can feel her own heartbeat thumping in her ears.

“Are we really going to act like we aren’t all enjoying this?” Tsunade blurts out. “We can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen.”

“Pretending what didn’t happen?” Jiraiya asks blithely.

“Stop that. You know exactly what I am talking about. Or did your booty call that night manage to make you forget?” Tsunade sits up in a huff, and the men shift away from each other, following suit.

“No, she left after you did.”

“Ha, so you do remember! Why lie about it? I mean, seriously guys, was it really so bad?” Tsunade is turning several shades of red at this point, and chewing at her bottom lip nervously. Orochimaru’s eyes dart between each of his teammates, and he grits his teeth, reluctant to answer.

“Not at all. In fact, it was amazing. I would have gladly had my wicked way with you both had we not been interrupted.” Jiraiya’s low voice ends on a seductive purr, and he smiles, but this smile is anything but innocent. It is sultry and a tad bit dangerous, the smile of a man who knows exactly what he wants, and that he is about to ensure that he gets it.

“Now what makes you so certain that that would be the way of it?” Orochimaru finally snaps.

“Because, beneath your prickly facade, dear Oro, is a grumpy, attention-starved pussycat who just needs to be stroked the right way. You know I could have you purring in no time.” Jiraiya leers close to Orochimaru, who visibly gulps, taking a halting breath.

Jiraiya’s dark eyes shift to Tsunade, and he reaches out a hand to smooth loose strands of her hair back away from her face.

“There is nothing better than the way the two of you feel in my arms and beside me. Why wouldn’t I want to take the ultimate plunge - heh - and see where it leads us? You are both just so damn stubborn, I didn’t want to be the one to push if you did actually regret it.”

“I…didn’t-don’t regret it. I just don’t want our team dynamic to change,” Tsunade says meekly.

“Nor do I. It seems too much like playing with fire,” Orochimaru whispers, staring at his hands.

“Well, truth is, out of this whole world, you’re both my most important people. I can’t believe I am actually saying this, but I’d rather just stay your teammate, beside you, protecting you, watching your backs, than have something like sex cause a rift between us. We–”

His words are cut off quickly as Tsunade hastily leans forward across Orochimaru’s lap, and crashes her lips against Jiraiya’s. His lips are dry and hot against hers, and it is a graceless, fumbling sort of kiss, but by the time they break apart, they are both flushed and panting hard. They draw back to see their other teammate staring at them, visibly shaken, and practically vibrating with want, but as usual he is too obstinate to admit it.

“I want this. I want us. And I really don’t think we should deny what feels natural. What do you think, Oro?” she asks, meeting his wide, golden eyes. “I mean, I have thought about this for a while now, and that night… everything felt so right. Seems wrong to let that be the end of it. Could we maybe just see where it leads?”

“Only if you’re both sure it’s what you really want,” he says quietly, looking at them both in turn, quickly realizing that Jiraiya and Tsunade are each grinning from ear to ear. His heart gives a violent little flip within his chest, and he feels his lips quirk into an answering smile in spite of his attempts to remain neutral.

Tsunade immediately laces her fingers through his silky black hair, intentionally tickling against his scalp, and as he gasps, she seals her mouth to his, kissing him hungrily. When the tip of her tongue presses past his lips, it is as though a dam breaks within him, and Orochimaru is flooded with the same relentless craving that was set free before that last time they were together like this, albeit with the help of a great deal of alcohol. His arms close tightly around her soft, yielding form, but it isn’t enough. He wants Jiraiya too, and grabs at the other man’s shirt, pulling him closer, and kissing him hard. Before long, all three are trading feverish kisses, and touching as much of each other as they dare.

They are above all things, a team, and they have always worked together as a perfect unit; the exhilarating task of loving one another is no different. In quick succession, each one of them is subject to the unrestrained affections and curiosities of the other two. Laughter and delighted sighs fill the air between them as hands wander in eager discovery, and pajamas are tugged away, traded for the joy of actually embracing skin to skin. Fingers, lips and tongues map the secret places of each others’ bodies, until pleasure zings through each of them, building until every action between them becomes more and more desperate.

None of the trio are virgins, but there is something about this encounter that feels like they are experiencing everything for the first time, as though their other partners were but a pale imitation of what lovers could truly be. Every sensation is sharply vivid and intense, and when their bodies are truly joined in a rush of slick, tight heat and hardened flesh, they rapidly find themselves careening toward the apex of pleasure and falling headlong over the edge, one after another.

The three teammates return to themselves in an exhausted pile of entwined limbs, sweat-drenched skin, and tangled hair. Gentler kisses are exchanged as they disengage from one another and rest more comfortably, with the covers drawn up over their naked flesh once more. Tsunade feels completely and utterly relaxed, tucked snugly between both men, her men now. It is warm and comfortable in this space, with Jiraiya spooned up against her back, and her head resting against Orochimaru’s chest, listening to him breathe. Sleep comes easily, and they all rest peacefully for another hour, until the alarm clock that they had set the night before goes off with a shrill ring.

Their mission is a swiftly accomplished success, and in many ways they seem more unified, as though they are more in sync with one another than they have ever been. Perhaps it’s because the awkwardness surrounding their mutual attraction to one another is now gone and they are all more focused on their responsibilities than they were before. Whatever the case may be, the success of their mission has dashed away their lingering doubts, and all three are in favor of exploring a future together as more than just friends or teammates.

The journey back home to Konoha is almost too easy, and since even at their worst they travel far faster than other teams, the few mischievous detours they take into the woods together do little to prevent them from arriving on time. At home, they make no attempt to hide their newfound relationship from anyone, as they remain an effective team. When they move in together a month later, no one is surprised.

In the end, everything may be different between them, but nothing has actually changed. The love that they each already bore for one another is just freely and openly expressed, and it brings a sense of joy and purpose to their lives that wasn’t there before.

It also gives Jiraiya plenty of inspiration for his novels.

#sannin #jiraorotsu #my fanfics #naruto fanfiction #lemony lemonade

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