#rainy days fanfic
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RAINY DAYS | JEON JUNGKOOK - PART ONE
summary: your life choices left not only yours, but jungkook's heart broken in peaces. now you're back in town, and just like pluto, even if it's cold and dark, he tends to orbit around his sun forever.
➣ pairing: jk x f!reader
➣ genre/au: exes to lovers; angst; slow burn; fluff; smut (eventually).
➣ 3.4k words
warnings: e2l. oc broke koo's heart :( but she did not mean it. they both overthink too much. jk is such a pet dad (BAM IS HERE YAY). oc is a confused mess. mutual pining. cursing. a lot of angst (sorry!). jungkook is a simp, head over hells crazy about oc. fluff bc why not. tae is bitter asf but he's right on this one. jk is the best boy I WANT HIM!!!!!!!!!!
song inspo: rainy days — V
wish I knew how to find the way right back to you, on rainy days like
part one | part two | drabble one
“I can't take it anymore,” Jungkook says as he stumbles for the seventh time on his feet walking around the living room “I’m losing my mind, Bamie.”
The dog looks at his owner with his head pointed sideways as if he understands what he’s been sorrowing about for the past 10 minutes. The rain pours angrily outside the apartment, Jungkook sighs as he realizes talking to his big ass puppy won’t solve any of his problems.
“She’s like, 5 min away from us, Bam! I should text her, right?”
He looks over his phone again, your instagram story is open and a picture of a window full of raindrops is seen — he knows where you’re at, you’ve both been to that coffee shop over a hundred times for the past years now. Can’t remember the last time he’s been to that place ‘cause he couldn’t stand the thought of being there without you. Now he’s wondering, wondering, wondering. Wonders if you’re back for real this time. If you are alone. If you are thinking about him too. Wonders what would happen if he just replied your story right now.
@jeonjk97: heard it’s the best caramel macchiato in town 👍
No— that’s too lame. Quickly erases the message.
@jeonjk97: want a ride home? it’s pretty bad outside.
Throws his phone on the sofa as he realizes he doesn’t know if you would accept his offer, doesn’t know if you’re sharing an apartment with Lola again either. Realizes he doesn’t know anything that’s been going on with you for a while now. More than what you let your 897 followers on Insta know too, at least. Blames himself for it, but knows it was for the best. Misses you like a fucker anyway.
“I should just call her.”
He picks up his phone, then also realizes he deleted your number months ago so he wouldn’t call you whenever his drunk ass thought it was the right thing to do.
“For fucks sake, grow some balls, Jungkook” he whines angrily at the air purifier as if it is the source of his problems. “Okay, Taehyung will know what do.”
He calls his best friend quickly, and prays Taehyung picks up before he grabs his car keys and drives himself to the colorful little cafe at the end of the street. Remembers how much you loved that place and the cookies they served. One caramel macchiato with extra topping and two medium chocolate cookies. You always ordered the same thing. Every damn time. Said it was in you, to never let go of the things you loved. You let go of him anyway.
“Jungkook-ah! Why are you calling? I told you I can't go out—“
“She’s back in town.” He cuts Taehyung abruptly and suddenly the other line is mute as well. Probably doesn’t believe it’s happening just as Jungkook didn’t believe himself minutes ago.
“Man, are you sure? Like, back for real?” he says, and Jungkook swears he can hear the disbelief in his tone from the other side. Yeah, he knows Taehyung is full of his late night calls to talk about you. Knows he is the one that’s been listening to it for months now —besides from his dobermann, of course— he’s the one who gets it, ‘cause he’s the only one who feels bitterly betrayed too. You were one of his best friends and yet, he didn’t knew your plans to move out from Busan as well.
“Aish, I’m not sure hyung. But she posted a picture a little while ago at the cafe down the street.” he blurted out, “Can’t even think straight now, man. You think she’s back for the holidays?”
Taehyung wondered for a little while. It was still August, Chuseok was weeks later. He didn’t say it out loud, but it wasn’t like you to drop work for so long, even if it was to visit your hometown. Nevertheless, he didn’t want Jungkook to get his hopes up. He knows how he is. Doesn’t want to see his friend’s heart breaking all over again.
“Mmm. Maybe, don’t know.” he sighed out loud “I thought we agreed to unfollow her after the second month.”
He hears Jungkook’s sad chuckle on the other side of the line, “Yeah, we did.”
Taehyung knows Jungkook wouldn’t bring himself to do it tho, and now he just confirms it. Being a little bit more resentful than Jungkook gave him the motivation to do so, but it doesn’t mean he hasn’t been missin’ your ugly face.
“Ok, so I need you to refresh my mind now. Tell me something so I won’t step outside that door right this second and make a fool of myself.” Jungkook continues to talk as if he’s been charged on 220W. And maybe he was. His heart has never beaten so fast for the past twelve months. His hair is all over the place from the countless times he grabbed it since he saw your photo. The tip of his fingers are tingling. Yeah, maybe he’s been electrocuted or something.
“Go.”
“What?” Jungkook says in disbelief. Doesn’t think he hears straight, ‘cause Taehyung would be the last one to say such a thing.
“I said go, Jungkook.” he sighs for what it seems to be the tenth time on the phone call. “I know you need this. You haven’t been yourself for so long now. You two have to talk properly at some point.”
“Ay, how frustratin really—” he tsks.
“For real, man. Go. Now.” he firmly says “What’s the worst she can do, leave?” Jungkook senses the bitter words coming from Taehyung’s mouth. He knows he’s not mad at you, just hurt. Knows Taehyung would forgive you in a heartbeat if you said how sorry you were for everything that went thru. Wonders if he would forgive you that easily too. But he knows his friend is right. He needs closure. Needs this.
“Yeah. Right.” he bites his lips and looks around. Sees Bam looking at him, as if he’s expecting an action from him too. “I’ll talk to you later, bro. Thanks.”
He turns off the phone and grabs his car keys tightly. Yeah, he’s doing it. Won’t think too much, it’s better this way. He will get in the car, drive for 5 minutes. Enter the coffee shop. Order. Pretend he doesn’t know you’re there. Eventually look over the spot he knows you’re at, the same table over the corner where you two always used to sit together, by the large window. Grab the coffee and go over casually, ask how you’ve been. Offer you a ride home —to your parents, probably, since you moved out from your apartment on the neighborhood for a while now. Say it’s because of the rain, he knows you hate to ask for Ubers on the rain. Didn’t trust just anyone driving on bad weather. Such a smart girl. He misses the shit out of you.
“Damn, ok. Pack it up, man.”
He calls Bam to his house and watches as the dog quickly follow his lead, as if he knows Jungkook is too anxious to play around right now. “Dad will be back soon, okay? Behave.”
And so he checks out his hair one last time on the mirror at his bathroom and goes before he changes his mind.
The drive is pretty quick. It’s actually a route he does walking, but it’s still pouring rain so he’s carrying on. On a rainy day. To a coffee shop. To get a coffee he could have made at the comfort of his home with his own little coffee machine. But it’s okay, he will just play pretend for this time.
He stops the car and just realizes he forgot his umbrella. “Are you fucking serious, Jungkook?”
Great. Brilliant. He feels so fucking dumb right now.
Thankfully, due to the cold season he was wearing his black sweatshirt and sweatpants so the rain wouldn’t do so much damage. He quickly got off the car and ran inside the cafe.
Surprisingly, it was full for a rainy night. Perhaps everyone had the usual thought; too lazy to make their own foods, they step out to grab something warm on the best coffee in the neighborhood.
Jungkook plays the script on his head over and over again as he whipes his hair side to side like a fluffy dog to get rid of the water that soaked it a little bit.
He looks ahead to the counter and his mind goes blank as he sees you over there now. At the little chair on the middle of the cafe. You seem lonely, messing with your hair a little bit, making a braid with a single tiny lock. It’s an old habit to make time pass, and Jungkook hates he remembers every little detail about you. His heart now has stopped, dropped to his knees. He really misses you.
“Bee!” the waiter calls, and Jungkook recognizes the nickname. Knows it’s you, ‘cause he’s the one that gave it to you years ago. Used to call you bee just to make fun of you, ‘cause you’re such a sweet tooth. Never met someone that loves sugar more than you do, so he started to call you that since you two became friends.
He watches at the end of the waiting line as you get up, straight your hand and pick up two cookies in a little pink plate. Chocolate chips cookies. Your favorite. His favorite as well.
You start to eat slowly so he averts his eyes. Doesn’t want to be catch staring and look like a fucking weirdo. It’s not like he drove here to see you. Talk to you. Not at all, the coffee here is great.
Finally the line walks and it’s his turn. “One black coffee, please. No sugar.” He says softly and suddenly feels his neck start to tingle. Knows you just realized he’s here, and you’re staring at him. Pretends he doesn’t tho, so continues to talk to the waitress as she asks who she would call when it’s ready “JK.” he says, then turns around to look for somewhere to sit and wait for the order. Looks over the table that you originally were, the one you posted a photo of. Then realizes now there’s a couple there, laughing together and taking pics of each other. He knows you. Knows you most likely offered the clingy couple the table, cause the house is full, and you wouldn’t take the table just for yourself. Even if it meant you would end up eating by the counter on the little puffed chair, you loved to drool over the pastries anyways.
He slowly looks the other way. Knows you’re on this direction so he has to be careful. You’re looking down. Seem sad all of the sudden and he just wants to hug you. For fucks sake. This is harder than he thought.
He sighs again as he realizes the only spots available are the 2 chairs on your right. He chooses the one that’s a little bit far just to be safe.
As he walks down, his chest tightens a little bit more. Now he doesn’t know what he’s doing here. It was a bad idea. Doesn’t even remember what the plan was at the first place.
He can smell your perfume as he walks past you and it’s like someone punches his stomach. Your sweet smell fills his nostrils and he just wants to be closer. Shove his nose on your hair like he used to. Then go down your neck and feel your skin respond with little goosebumps as he moves along it softly. Damn it. Jungkook wants to curse the life out of you but he can’t even bring himself to be mad right now. Only knows he misses you. Your touch. Your kiss. You.
Finally he sits and pretends as if he didn’t notice you there, continually looking over his phone as if it’s the most interesting thing in the world trying to figure out what to do next.
“JK!” The waitress calls him and he’s put out of his own world, looking up right away. You seem to be startled too as you look directly at him. You two look at each other for what seems to be minutes in a trance. You give him a tiny smile. He gives one back.
“JK!” he hears the call again and pulls himself out of the trance, going to grab the coffee from the waitress who’s on your left side. He pays for it and looks at you again. You’re still looking at him. Kinda unsure on how to act, he figures. It’s okay, cause he doesn’t know how to either.
As he sits, now on the chair closer to your right, he looks straight ahead and takes a gulp of the coffee. “Fuck!” he curses and pulls the coffee cup away as he burns his tongue with the damn thing.
You laugh thru your nose and his ears rapidly catch the sweet sound he used to hear all the time. Looks sideways to you, “Funny, huh?” he feels the air a little bit less heavy now, and he’s relieved.
“You just never change, Koo.” you say, still with that damn smile on your face he adores so much. He can’t take his eyes off of you. Realizes he never got over you, not even for a second. Probably never will.
“Don’t call me that.” those damned butterflies on his guts as he digests what you’ve said. You know it’s his favorite nickname. Knows only you call him by it. Knows he melts alway with this shit everytime.
You’re staring at him like that. So pretty. Soft brown sparkly eyes he missed so much. Now they seem to start hardening. “I’m sorry.” You say with a broken voice, and he feels the air shift all over again in a matter of seconds. Doesn’t know if you’re apologizing for the sweet nickname. For leaving him. For not calling. For not coming back. For everything.
“How’s everything?” He tries to ease the air back again. “It’s been a minute.”
He sees the corner of your lips tremble a little bit and you gulp. His chest pangs. Wonders if he did the right thing by pretending you never existed for the past months now. Just wants to make up for all the time both of you lost.
“Yup, it has.” You reply after a while. “I’m doing okay. What about you?”
You look up at him like everything is okay. If he didn’t know you, he would believe you were. But he knows better. You can’t hide anything from him, really. At least that’s what he thought. Knows he could be wrong, just like he was a year ago too.
“Cool. I’m cool.” he licks his dry lips and starts to think about his next move. Mind starts to blow up, a trillion thoughts at the same time and he’s back at it again. Can’t put his neurons to work properly. You’re actually right here in front of him, how is he supposed to?
Seems like you’re struggling yourself too. He doesn’t know if you’re trying to come up with an excuse to leave right now, or trying to find a subject in common as well.
You stare at your now half eaten cookie like it’s the most valuable thing in the world. The other one is already on the bag to go. You probably were planning on taking home to eat when the late night sweet crave hits you, like he remembers. Will put it on the microwave so it gets warm again and take a cup of milk with you, like you used to. Turn on netflix and watch one of those lame cooking programs, ‘cause you loved to waste your time watching people losing their heads to make giant chocolate sculptures. He secretly loved watching it with you. It’s the reason he watched every episode back and forth while you were away too.
“Is Bamie okay?” you murmur, now staring at your coffee cup with a little smile, thinking about the little puppy. Remembers how energetic and loving he was. Just like Jungkook. “You haven’t posted him in a while now.”
His tongue feels bittersweet again. He’s somehow happy knowing that you’ve been catching up with his life throught social media, even tho he disappears once in a while. At the same time, he’s sad. You could have been there for Bam. Should have, since you are the one who came up with the idea in the first place. Said he needed a little friend to match up with his chaotic energy. He ended up convinced and adopted the little guy. You always tended to get the best of him. Promised you’d help him to take good care of the baby, but only spent three months with Bam. Still, it’s like the puppy knows something is missing. Every night he looks over the door at any noise, like he’s expecting you to come throught it. Just like Jungkook used to do for the first months back then.
“He’s great, actually. Bigger than I expected him to be. Eats like a fucking bear.” he giggles a little remembering his big boy. “He’s loud too. Don’t know how the neighbors still haven’t ganged up against me to kick us out of the apartment.”
You giggle alongside him imagining the chaos those two must have been doing together. “I figured. You always have spoiled him too much. Told ya he would get bad habits.”
“Hey! You spoiled him too!” he throws it right back. Remembers how you used to let Bam sleep with the two of you on bed. It took him months to break that habit from the puppy’s routine.
You look up at him and smiles. Bright now. You know he’s right. You’ve treated that puppy like it was your own son. Kinda misses the three of you together like a big happy family.
Suddenly a loud thunder is heard and both of you look out the foggy window at the same time. The sky is even darker now, angrily pouring rain like it’s the end of the earth. The coffee shop is emptier. Everyone outside your bubble must’ve realized that it was no longer safe to be out in the streets. But here you two are. Letting time pass by, enjoying each others presence even if it’s kinda weird. Kinda sad after all these months apart.
Jungkook knows it’s time to act. Step up and do what he was planning since he left home. Can’t bring himself to. Is too scared you will say no. Too scared you will let him down again.
“I think I should get going.” you say softly wrapping up what is left of the cookie and putting it on your bag over the counter. “The weather is getting worst.”
“Want a ride home?” Jungkook quickly says before he looses the sudden courage. Sees you're taken aback so he continues, “I know you won’t be able to catch an uber or taxi right now.”
You still wonder a little bit. Jungkook’s anxiety is bubbling up again as he waits your answer. Why can’t you accept a simple offer? You can’t stand the thought of being around him? Do you hate him? Perhaps you don’t want him in your life ever again. You want to stay like this. Just be somebody that he used to know.
And that’s what scares him the most.
“I brought an umbrella” you finally say. Jungkook frowns. Knows you have no umbrella with you, he would’ve seen it by now.
He puffs. Knows it’s bullshit, but won’t call it. “Right. Suit yourself.” Then he gets up, forgets his full coffee by the counter, now cold. He feels fucking cold too. Already regrets coming to this stupid cafe, in this stupid weather, for no stupid reason. He takes his sweatshirt off and puts it over his head so the rain won’t get to him this time. Opens the door.
“Jungkook! Wait!” you suddenly say. “I actually didn’t.” you say pouty, coming up to him.
He doesn’t say anything. Just takes his sweatshirt, puts it over your head instead. He was wearing his taegeuk warriors jersey underneath it, will definitely get soacked but can’t bring himself to care at all. Just cares about you. Holds the glass door for you just like old times. You look up at him with your big doll eyes and he can’t do anything but look back. It’s like you want to talk through them. He wonders what’s going through your pretty little head right now. Probably overthinking too much, just like he does.
“C’mon," he softly says "Let’s get you home.”
yayyy there it goes! my first ff ever i'm so happy <3 this was supposed to be an oneshot but i got carried away and wrote more than i expected so i had to cut it off hehe
also, please be aware that english is not my native language so i’m sorry if there’s any typos 🥹
i'll upload part 2 soon! if you want to be tagged pls comment under the post :) thanks for reading xx
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Remember that one scene where Arthur is training with Merlin and Merlin is fighting for his life while Arthur repeatedly knocks him on his arse? I can’t remember what episode but it was early in season 1.
I like to imagine Merlin starts being sarcastic with every hit in hopes it’ll piss Arthur off enough to storm off and leave him alone. It backfires when Arthur starts replying and it turns into a venting session.
Like, Uther said some dumb shit about Arthur? Merlin starts a fight about it.
The knights can’t follow orders? Merlin is disobedient enough that Arthur starts yelling about how dangerous it is when his men don’t follow orders.
Arthur’s feeling bad about someone he couldn’t save? Merlin makes him see why he’s doing enough by arguing with him about it and reminding him that he’s only human.
And Arthur knows what he’s doing, he catches on eventually and will occasionally walk up to Merlin, push his shoulder only enough to be annoying until Merlin stops whatever he’s doing, then Arthur will just say “Fight me.” and Merlin will either say something he knows will get Arthur angry or he’ll throw a punch he knows Arthur will block and they’ll start sparring. (Merlin learns to fight eventually, neither of them realise it’s happening until he sucker punches a bandit and he’s out cold)
Anyway, it becomes something they do to help Arthur vent his frustrations.
The best part? It works.
So Arthur sees Merlin upset. It goes on for about a week when Arthur realises what’s going on. He sits down next to Merlin on the floor one night, nudges his shoulder like he would if he wanted to fight, and says, “why are you upset? It’s not like you’ve got anything to worry about.” In a purposefully taunting way.
Merlin scowls and keeps working, and Arthur tries again, “Really. All you do is follow orders. It’s not hard.”
And so Merlin looks up, clearly angry until he sees what Arthur is trying to do, so he puts down what he’s doing and starts fighting back, “no, just exhausting when those orders are given by a prat.” Or “Maybe if I had a day off once in a while.” I don’t know, I suck at dialogue.
It goes on for a while, until they get too close to the issue, Merlin snaps, tells Arthur he’s a dick and sobs, yelling about magic, and the great dragon being manipulative, loosing his father, loosing Freya, Gaius lying to him about his father and thinking Uther is a good king and a good man, and literally everything else that’s gone wrong.
Arthur pulls him in and hugs him, then tells Merlin they’re fighting together from here on out. It takes a while, but they work it out.
There’s plenty of “fights” about Arthur feeling betrayed by Merlin keeping secrets and Merlin being mad at his situation in Camelot and then being frustrated that he can’t get himself to feel angry at Arthur (I’ve got a half baked character analysis for Merlin and Arthur’s codependency somewhere in my drafts. I’ll come back to it eventually.) but they’re okay and they figure it out and end up stronger for it.
I’m holding back on sharing the major character death/dark!Arthur angsty alternate ending for this, but let me know if you want to see it :)
Edit: Part 2 - (the angsty alternate ending)
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Hot Chocolate
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Mostly fluff
Words: Just over 700 words
A/N: Welcome to day 2 of Flufftober. Alternative Prompt: Hot Chocolate. Hope you enjoy! Thanks @flufftober
The sound of thunder booms in the small apartment, windows rattling at the display of nature's power. Your clothes are dripping with rainwater, causing your whole body to shiver.
"Here you go, doll. Why don't you climb in the shower and get warm while I grab you some clothes? I'll set them on the counter for you," Bucky says as you enter his apartment.
A hot shower sounds divine. "What about you? You must be freezing too?"
"I'm used to the cold, I guess years in cryo can do that to you. Plus, I have the serum, so I'll warm up fast. I promise, as soon as you jump in the shower, I'll change into dry clothes. But you need to warm up quickly. I don't want you to get sick."
"You're so sweet, Bucky."
The lines by his eyes crinkle as he gives you a soft smile, "I have to take care of my best girl, don't I? I plan for you to fall madly in love with me, so I need to keep you healthy for the next hundred years or so."
"Hundred years? That might be pushing it, you'll get tired of me eventually."
"I doubt it, doll." He leans down and kisses you slowly, making you feel so cherished that a tremor runs down your spine.
Hasty, he breaks the kiss and turns you towards the bathroom. "Shower now, babydoll," he growls, mistaking your shiver for being cold. He gives you a gentle nudge and watches as you leave with a smile on his face.
When you enter the kitchen, you find him stirring a pot over the gas stove. "I'm making some hot chocolate, have a seat on the couch, and I'll join you as soon as it's done."
"Mmm, I love hot chocolate, especially with weather like this. I told Steve the weather was going to cause issues with our mission, but the idiot didn't listen," you huff as you sink down onto Bucky's soft couch. You pull your socked feet under you and stare at the gorgeous man in the kitchen. How did he manage to look so sexy in a soft jersey, sweatpants, and socks? It should be a sin to look so good.
"Of course, doll. Steve should have known that the car we stole would break down miles from home and leave us stranded in the rain. He's Captain America, he should think about these things!"
Laughter bubbles out from you, Bucky is so adorable! "Exactly!"
Bucky pours the hot chocolate into two cups and then hands you one as he falls down onto the couch next to you. You take a small sip and then groan in delight as the taste explodes in your mouth. "OMG, Bucky! This is delicious!"
A small blush appears on Bucky's cheeks at your words. He still struggles with accepting compliments, regardless of whom they're from. "Thanks, my mother always had this idea of a decadent hot chocolate recipe that she wanted to try when the war was over. I remembered bits and pieces, so I tried to make what I thought she would have liked. This was the result."
Your heart bleeds for Bucky. Every day, you discover something new that was taken away from him in some way. You knew without asking that he never saw his mother and sister again after he joined the war. He was either too busy fighting Nazis or he was a captive of Hydra.
"I'm sure she would have loved this, Bucky. It's so chocolaty, rich, and creamy, it's to die for!" You take another sip and moan again at the amazing taste. It was like drinking melted chocolate but better. "Jeeze Bucky. I don't want to sound weird, but I think this might even be better than se-"
Bucky cuts you off before you can finish your sentence. "Don't say that, babydoll, or I'll have to prove you wrong, and we're not at that stage in our relationship just yet," he says with a smirk as he looks down at you.
"Fine, but I'm holding you to high standards, Bucky. Especially after this hot chocolate."
"Duly noted." Bucky laughs as he pulls you into his side and wraps his arm around you, making you forget about the drink in your hand.
Well, almost.
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Homelander x fem!reader
Listening to the rain together
The drumming of the rain against the windows of his penthouse has been something Homelander has grown to love. The sound of rain on a window or on a roof had been a distant confusion within the lab, heard but never seen. An unknown from the mysterious outside he never had been allowed to see until his debut. Sure, the doctors had tried to explain it to him. They'd shown him videos and images, but he'd never been allowed out to experience it. Not until his first day in a crowd, when he'd fled and been exposed to the yawning blue of the sky.
It had cracked open later that day, after he's run off. That endless sky had cracked open, and water had poured down as if by magic. He'd been soaked through by it, bhut it had felt cleansing. The sky had cried with the child-god in its own way.
Now Homelander can watch nature rage on unobstructed from his bed. The beating of the rain and lightning flashing is just as untamed as the first time he'd seen it. Magical in a way only nature can be.
It thrills him as much as it soothes him, the constant patter of rain drops becoming a relaxing thrum that helps dull the clamor everything else his ears pick up. Even the colors of his penthouse feel muted under the grey haze of the sky. The perfect scenery for a nap. Which is exactly what you're doing.
You'd insisted this was an ideal time for a book and cuddling. Swore up and down that you wouldn't doze off, yet here you are. Asleep. His lips quirk up, recalling your insistence that this time you'll keep your eyes open. The only lie he'll let you get caught in, because it means Homelander can memorize every detail in the soft, grey light.
You're tucked in against his side, back towards him and head propped up with your book discarded atop the pillow. Your breathing is slow and measured, chest rising and falling with each deep breath. There's that content curl to your lips with them slightly parted. Pure temptation sprawled beside him, utterly content and trusting of the monster you're nestled against.
Yes, he's grown to love rainy days.
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Nothing But Sincerity
Fic O'Ween Day 6: Rainy Day, inspired by a Day 3 art piece by @tobi-tobi-tobi that was shared on the server! Coops credit to @lumosinlove, fest cred to @noots-fic-fests <3
Sirius made a disappointed sound and clicked his tongue behind his teeth. “Practice got cancelled.”
“Oh, no,” Remus said, pulling his socks off. “Thunderstorms?”
Sirius nodded; their thickest blanket slid easily off the back of the couch. “Dangerous roads and flood warnings.”
“Man, that sucks.” The kettle gave a soft snick as Remus put his slippers on.
“I was really hoping to go today,” Sirius agreed while he kicked the far fleece edge down over his feet. Outside, lightning cracked from the gathering clouds.
“Sounds like we can’t make plans with the guys, either,” Remus called from the kitchen, where he was pouring a marinated pork loin into a baking dish.
“Oh, mais non. Can’t ask them to drive in this. How are we going to survive?”
The squeak of the oven door cut off Remus’ soft tutting. “It’s been ages since we had the house to ourselves. Evening practice is the only thing I was looking forward to today.”
Sirius hummed his agreement as the DVD tray snicked shut. He made it back to the couch just as Remus dried his hands on a kitchen towel, and left one side of the blanket conveniently flipped up while he laid down again with a long, satisfied exhale. “This is going to be really difficult,” he mused.
The Great Pumpkin Waltz rose to the very corners of the room like an exhale over thunder. Remus reached back and pulled his shirt over his head, then slid beneath the blanket and splayed himself across Sirius’ front, kissing a smile into his mouth. “Jeez, Captain, I can’t think of a single thing to do with a rainy-day recess.”
Perhaps Sirius broke first, but Remus wasn’t far behind. Laughter overwhelmed the first few lines of the movie—enough that Sirius had to rummage around for the remote and rewind to the very beginning, despite the best efforts of tiny kisses to his neck to distract him. Remus’ back was warm under the long pass of his hand. He buried his nose in the soft curls just above Remus’ ear and took a deep breath, then let it go, so their weight sank into the plush cushions below them.
“I don’t want to do anything at all.”
Remus kissed the side of his neck again. “Cheers.”
“Why do you do that?”
“Do what?”
“Kiss me there.”
“Cause I love you.”
“Well, yes, but why there?”
Remus shrugged one shoulder and shuffled the blanket up around his neck. “Easy access. Right height. Beauty mark. Stop talking, don’t you know I’m trying to watch the movie?”
Sirius swatted him under the thick fleece, but he just laughed. “You’ve seen this a million times.”
“It’s October and rainy, baby. Charlie Brown was made for this.”
“Hmph.”
“Hmph. You sound like Dumo.” He pulled a face and Remus grinned, nuzzling into the scruffy part of his cheek. “Hedgehog. Wanna come chop some broccoli with me?”
Broccoli did sound nice. Crispy and smoky on the ends, the way Remus liked it, if they put it in now and let it roast with the pork. Sirius let his arms come up around the broad curve of Remus’ ribs and rest heavy on each measured inhale. A peek over his shoulder toward the dim kitchen; he couldn’t tell whose legs were whose beneath the blanket. “Ouais, sounds good.”
“Hmph.” Hot air puffed over his throat. “Well, now I don’t want to get up.”
“Hey, I didn’t suggest broccoli.”
“I know, I know, but now I have to.”
“Non.”
“Non?”
“Nothing you have to do tonight.” His thumb had settled near the base of Remus’ ribcage for a few quiet strokes. “You love this movie.”
Remus seemed to ponder that for a moment. His heart thudded the calm rhythm Sirius had grown accustomed to falling asleep to. “We’ll pause at the Red Baron,” he finally said. “Then broccoli, super quick.”
“Mhmm.”
Sirius fully expected the Red Baron to pass them by without a twitch of movement. But true to his word, Remus paused the movie, and sat up with monumental effort. “Up, up, up.” Each word was punctuated by a pat to Sirius’ bare chest. “Let’s go, five minutes.”
“I can’t move.”
“I won’t get up by myself.”
“Non, I can’t move,” Sirius snorted, tugging at Remus’ thighs where he straddled his lap. “Up, up, up, loup.”
“No, I’m comfortable,” came the half-laugh, half-groan as Remus braced his hands on the armrest for a sleepy-cat stretch. He blinked slowly at the television a few times, as if it would save him from his self-imposed torment. Sirius poked him in the belly, just to be helpful.
They managed to make it to the kitchen, but not after much hemming and hawing and old-man joint pops from them both. “I should not be creaky at 28,” Sirius sighed, pressing his hands above his head with a yawn before moving to the fridge.
“You want rice, Old Man McGee?”
“Yeah.”
“Good, I already turned the—” Remus gestured at the rice cooker. “—thing on.”
“Rice cooker. It’s literally in the name.”
A kiss popped against the corner of Sirius’ mouth like bubblegum. “Aren’t you supposed to be chopping broccoli?”
“Hey, hey, wait, come kiss me again.”
He didn’t have to ask twice. Remus spun on his heel with pleased interest written all over his face and backed Sirius up against the countertop, paying no mind to the fresh box of butter between them. His hands moved softly over Sirius’ hips, just above the band of his pajama pants, before settling on his waist as he pressed up for a kiss. His wedding ring was cool on Sirius’ skin. Moonlit rain pattered against the kitchen window. The storm would probably lash the house later, but Sirius didn’t think either of them would be awake long enough to notice or care.
#remus lupin#sirius black#coops#sweater weather#vaincre#lumosinlove#my fic#fanfic#fluff#fic o’ween 2023#rainy day#thunderstorm
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Onceler x Reader Fluff!! (rainy day)
neutral pronouns :D
for @pinkystarwberry !! hope it turns out alright <3
ignore this i got it off google i have no clue who to credit ^^
You woke up to the sound of rain pattering on the windows of the Onceler’s wagon. You’d been staying with him every now and then after coming across him singing and dancing with a bunch of… barbaloots in the truffula forest? It was a strange sight for sure, as you had just been taking a walk that day only to witness such a beautiful scene. The truffula forest of course, not the Onceler! You didn’t have any feelings for him at all… Back then at least. The two of you had started dating after many weeks spent together supporting his thneed business. It hadn’t gone anywhere yet, but you were sure it would eventually. Probably. Sure hope it doesn’t go overboard and cause massive destruction to this beautiful forest!
Turning to face the interior of the wagon, you rubbed your eyes and stretched. The Onceler was probably already in town advertising his invention.
But it’s raining, isn’t it? So he wouldn’t be out… Does that mean?
Suddenly you catch the scent of something sweet in the air. Is that…
“Good morning Y/N! I made pancakes. Way too many actually. How many do you want? There’s gotta be tons leftover I won’t be able to finish.”
The Onceler was standing by his little makeshift stovetop, flipping pancakes and humming a silly tune. He was still wearing his blue and yellow bunny pajama set, but with an apron over top. You hadn’t noticed it before, but the apron was covered in little pink hearts.
“I didn’t realize you’d be home. Usually you aren’t back until a few hours after I’ve woken up. Maybe i’ll have… P/P/N?” (preferred pancake number. i don’t judge, i won’t pick for you! also can be pee-pee-nut if you prefer.)
The Onceler handed you a plate and flipped your pancakes across the room into a graceful stack on top. He then picked up an already pancaked plate and walked over, sitting beside you on the bed. The rain was coming down harder now. It must have been around noon, but it was still as dark out as it would be in the middle of the night. You noticed a flash out of the corner of your eye, and suddenly…
CRAZH BANG BOOM OH NO!!1!1!
The thunder surprised you, and you screamed a little, jumping from your place on the comfy orangey-red sheets. Onceler was startled too, but not nearly as much. You fell back into his arms, knocking your pancakes all over the place.
“Oh no… I’m so sorry Oncie. The two bites I had were really good…”
“Don’t worry about it Y/N! I did tell you I made tons.”
The Onceler sliced a piece with his fork and put it up to your mouth. You were hesitant and a little embarrassed, but ate it. CRASH BANG OH ITS MORE THUNDER HOW TERRIBLE!! You jumped a little again, this time closer the Onceler, and nuzzled your head into his chest. He reached for a blanket and wrapped it around you both. You looked up into his pretty blue eyes, and he planted a kiss on your forehead.
“It’s okay, Y/N. I’m here. The storm should calm down soon.”
He sliced another portion of his pancakes and fed them to you, stroking your hair and giving you occasional kisses anywhere he could reach. The two of you spent the rest of the evening cuddling, eating pancakes, and listening to the rain.
hope that was okay for my first fic! boy am i glad the onceler is real and i actually just made up the miserable life i’m living. i’m so glad i’m getting the physical contact i need! i love being healthy!! KEEP THE REQUESTS COMING I NEED IT
#onceler#fanfiction#fanfic#the lorax#the onceler#greedler x reader#greedler#onceler x reader#the onceler x reader#lorax fandom#fluff#fluff fanfic#fanfic fluff#onceler fanart#rainy day#someone please give me tips on how to have a good summer when i already know i’m gonna spend the whole thing mourning my breakup
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It's been long since i last posted! Since we still have another two weeks before the next chapter, here's a one-shot to keep us company. Enjoy 😉
It had been raining the whole afternoon, something that was missed off by the weather forcast. The ever-ready Loid marched the road to the subway with his umbrella.
"I guess I have no choice..." He quietly mumbled as he decided to go by one of his shortcuts to cut off his time of travel.
With quick but careful steps, he walked through isolated alleyways. Nothing seems to be out of ordinary until he passed by the old closed-down shop.
"Yor?!"
"Loid?"
By rare instance, he ran into Yor who was taking shelter from the rain.
"You're taking shelter here?"
"Yes. I didn't bring an umbrella. I didn't know it will be raining this afternoon." Yor replied.
Loid thought that Yor would be home by now that's why it surprised him to see her. He wondered how she ended up there.
"My work at the hospital ended later than usual so I got off just now. How about you? How long have you been stranded? How did you ended up here?"
"Actually, I wanted to borrow some books from the library so I went there but it was already closed. And then it started to rain before I could make it to the station."
"Maybe we should get going. Anya is probably home by now. We have to go home quick and prepare dinner. Let's hurry so we can still catch the train." Loid said with a glance on his watch.
"But I don't have an umbrella."
"We can share mine."
Yor stared at Loid with widened eyes.
"Share? But..." Her voice trailed off.
She thought if by agreeing to it would mean intrusion of Loid's personal space. Is the umbrella even big enough to cover them in the first place?
Loid must have noticed her hesitation.
"Don't worry, it's big enough for us." He said in reassurance.
"W-Well then..."
And so the two of them stepped out of the shelter and carefully walked the drenched street. Loid held the umbrella while Yor held his briefcase. At first they were able walk just fine but Yor is slowly walking out of pace.
It finally dawned on her that their closeness under the umbrella is making her uneasy.
She knew that there's nothing wrong with sharing an umbrella together. But she wondered if it is a mandatory thing for couples to always share an umbrella, despite only doing this for the first time. They are a couple, though a fake one at that. Yor told herself that she ought to get used to having to share and doing things together. That this is also part of a married couple's normalcy.
While Yor thought of all these things, Loid tried to keep up with her walking pace. In doing so, he could not avoid brushing against her shoulder. He did not think too much of it but he thinks that he is still fine with this proximity. So far, he's been able to match up with Yor. But when they reached the end of block, Yor suddenly took a wrong footing on the cracked pavement and almost tripped. In a flash, Loid's hand grabbed Yor by the shoulder and pulled her close.
"Oops! That was close! Be careful on your steps."
"T-Thank you, Loid. And I-I'm sorry!"
The sudden gesture certainly saved Yor from being hurt and drenched but it did no good to her current state of mind. She was about to combust from anxiety and embarrassment. She could feel the pressure of Loid's hand despite her thick coat. Loid again noticed her reaction.
"Are you o-"
Loid was cut off by a low rumble. Then came a sudden gust that blew the rain against them. The rain poured stronger.
"Let's stop there for a while."
"Okay."
They hurried to the turn of the street where they stopped outside the nearby establishment. They were barely sheltered but it was better than walking in the strong downpour. Loid kept his umbrella open to add protection from the rain. Then he turned to Yor.
"How are you, Yor? Are you alright? You look feverish."
The man didn't know that Yor's feverish countenance had nothing to do with fever at all. The few minutes they spent close together under the umbrella felt longer and Yor was relieved to be freed from the queasy feeling she had to endure.
"No, no, it's nothing! I'm fine... How about you? You've been holding the umbrella for me. Aren't you drenched?" Yor tried diverting the question.
"I'm okay. I'm not that wet."
"It seems like we're stuck again... How about if I go home first? I can just run all the way-"
"No, Yor! You can't risk getting sick. It will be safer to wait for a little while." Loid protested and thought for a moment if Yor really meant to run all the way home.
"But no one is with Anya."
"Anya is with Bond. They are probably having fun together watching cartoons. Besides, she can be more independent than you might imagine." Loid reasoned, trying to convince himself too at the same time.
"I hope so."
After that, silence ensued and only the rain can be heard. The rain is giving no sign of faltering. Loid and Yor start to feel the dampness through their coats. The both of them are rather confident on their own that they won't get sick even if they dashed out in the rain. But so as to not worry the other, they opted to stay put.
Quickly, more and more people took shelter with them. And as the place became more crowded, Loid and Yor had to adjust closer until they're practically stuck together. Yor felt the agitation coming back again and Loid also realized his own uneasiness.
What felt like an hour was only a mere span of fifteen minutes. It's been only fifteen minutes since Loid and Yor walked through the rain under the same umbrella.
It was only a short time. But they both knew that it will take more than a strong downpour to wash the memory away.
#spy x family#sxf fanfic#yor forger#loid forger#sxf#loiyor#loiyor fanfic#twiyor#yeyeyey#i still hate rain and flood right now but I'll surely love a rainy day chapter focusing on loiyor 🤩😍
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I like fanfics where Inuyasha and Kagome are caught in inclement weather, seeing them all cozy together. I was wondering if you had a list of fanfics where our favorite couple is caught in bad weather?
Hello Anon -
You have unknowingly asked for a Mod Favorite list because our Fic Finders had so much fun putting this list together for you. This list is a mixed bag for setting and rating, and while predominantly one-shots does include a few multi-chapter stories that feature inclement weather. Happy reading!
Snow Route by @superpixie42 (M)
Inuyasha thought he had the best idea for a surprise for Kagome. They would spend the longest New Moon night of the year (aka the worst night of the year) together in the market village inn, therefore turning a terrible night into a wonderful night. Except nothing ever goes to plan does it?
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The Breath of Death by @roseheartwhitefox (E)
He should have seen the warning signs. The sudden chill in the air. The slow but steady increase of the wind as it shook the trees and blew the snow, completely obscuring his vision, burning even his tough hanyou skin with cold. The rapid pacing of the clouds through the sky. The fact that there were no animals out in the forest, despite it being the middle of the day. He had lived through it once before, and should have seen it coming.
A blanket scenario story featuring Inuyasha/Kagome. Takes place during the final act. Rated for explicit content.
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Summer's Snow by @heynikkiyousofine (T)
A freak snow storm in summer and only one bed? What's Kagome to do.
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Snow Bound by @petri808 (M)
College roommates Sango and Kagome along with Sango's boyfriend Miroku and his roommate Inuyasha head to a cabin in the mountains for a vacation. Chapter 3-5 contain sexual content.
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The Last Stop by BanksDelivers (T)
In a world where demons are ostracized by society, Inuyasha has only his pride and the clothes on his back to his name. When Kagome offers him a place to stay during the approaching storm, will he take a helping hand?
Or, that story where Inuyasha is a stubborn idiot and Kagome has to rescue him.
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The Bus Stops Here by @neutronstarchild, @fawn-eyed-girl (T)
At 6:04pm, while he was waiting to take the bus home, she would appear. He lived for those moments, waiting at the bus stop together, trying to build up the courage to talk to her. When the day finally came, she was late. And it was raining. And it was all he could do to keep her from catching a cold. But finally, they were traveling in the same direction, together.
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His Hands by @quickening (K)
Thunderstorms are inconvenient most times, but the rare opportunity to closely study a grouchy hanyou is too good to pass up ... especially when said hanyou insists on sleeping on you. Fair's fair, right?
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Rain by @lavendertwilight89 (E)
Inuyasha and Kagome get caught in the rain after they had taken on root-head. Inuyasha finally wants to talk.
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Chasing The Vortex by @neutronstarship @ruddcatha @mickisketch @fawn-eyed-girl (E)
Inuyasha knew what happiness was. It was him alone with a tornado, because tornadoes were predictable, and simple. And being alone meant no more getting hurt. Then Inuyasha’s Ph.D. advisor dropped the ultimatum on him: to host a plucky photographer from Chicago to help get their weather institute funded, or else.
Kagome Higurashi, for her part, couldn't wait. She’d always wanted to chase tornadoes, and wanted to see how close she could get to one, to get that perfect shot. And lord knew the chaser needed the help! And for that week stuck together in tornado alley, it’s not just the debris that’s flying.
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Fortune Favors The Bold by @mamabearcatfanfics (M)
"Dai-kichi! The person you await comes from a distant place. Be bold! It would be good for you to send them a message." Kagome smiled as she traced her fingers over the printed fortune, picturing a dog eared boy with white flowing hair and amber eyes. Inuyasha definitely fit the description of ‘comes from a distant place’ – you couldn’t get more distant than five hundred years into the past. But what sort of message would she want to send him?
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Shiori no Yoru by ColhanTheDeviant (T)
Kagome falls victim to hypothermia, can Inuyasha save her? My first blanket scenario!
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When It Rains by @dawnrider (E)
Modern AU: Kagome gets caught in the rain leaving work. Cursing her luck, she tries to wait it out. Her luck takes a strange turn when she runs into her crush from college. None other than Yash Inukai. And he's very pleased to see her...
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Hold On by @lavendertwilight89 (E)
Inuyasha and Kagome get caught in a storm. Can he help her stay warm?
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Stranded by @keizfanfiction (E)
Kagome's car dies in an empty parking lot, she's freezing her ass off, and Sango isn't picking up her phone. Help comes from the most unlikely of sources, and after some heated arguing, childish name calling, and some pretty fantastic sex, Kagome is--what--hey waiT JUST A MINUTE NOW--
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The Blizzard by ananova (M)
Facing a snow youkai, Kagome and Inuyasha are separated from the others. Inuyasha is injured, and they are lost in a snow storm. How will they survive?
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Mine by jaygirl987 (E)
She was so beautiful and pure.
And his.
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Base Instincts by ImaniJoain (E)
When Inuyasha is lost to his youkai half, Kagome must find a way to convince him to return to himself.
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Many Glowing Moons by Woodrosia (M)
Oneshot. Kagome is a promising young priestess training to become the Shikon Miko. On the fateful moonless night of her biggest challenge, she comes across a mysterious, handsome stranger in a cave. An incredibly passionate tryst follows.
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Night Giggles by SamuriFish (K+)
On a summer rainy day Inuyasha and Kagome get stuck in a cave. Somethings bound to happen. inukag oneshot!
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RAINY DAYS | JEON JUNGKOOK - PART TWO
summary: your life choices left not only yours, but jeon jungkook's heart broken in peaces. now you're back in town, and just like pluto, even if it's cold and dark, he tends to orbit around you forever.
➣ genre/au: exes to lovers; angst; slow burn; fluff; smut.
➣ pairing: chef!jk x veterinarian!reader
➣ 8.9k words
warnings: e2l. oc broke koo's heart :( but she did not mean it. they both overthink too much. jk is such a pet dad (BAM IS HERE YAY). oc is a mess. mutual pining. a lot of angst (sorry!). jungkook is a simp, head over hells crazy about oc. fluff bc why not. drinking. jk has a big dick. teasing. cursing. orgasm denial. fingering. breast play (jungkook is weak for tits). clit play. squirting. multiple orgams. hand kink. choking kink. oc loves tattoos, oral (f. receiving). unprotected sex (don't!!!). spitting. lots of prasing. confused feelings.
I can feel your touch, I remember your kiss, 그 말은 아팠지 and I miss you
part one | part two | drabble one
You run to the car once he gets inside and unlocks the door. Immediately you turn on the heater and the radio at the same time. It all feels natural, like riding a bike. The start might feel rusty, but once you get your feet on the pedal, your brain will take you to memory lane. It’s like you’ve always been there. Like you’ve never left.
Jungkook just stares, and then you realize what you’ve just done. “I-I’m sorry. Just thought you’d be freezing. And… old habits.” you stumble over the words and looks straight ahead with your eyes growing bigger from embarrassment. “I’m sorry.”
“‘S’fine.” Jungkook cuts you off before you start babbling again. Won’t admit he wanted you to do that. This is one of the things he misses the most. Ordinary stuff. You, taking care of him. You, choosing one of your favorite Justin Bieber's songs on his playlist so you two can sing it all loud on the way home. Just you. Being there.
“I’m at my parents tonight, by the way.” His stomach drops. he expected it, but it still hurts. It’s a bad sign. You’re leaving again soon. Just like you did on Christmas last year. Spent 3 days with your family and went back to Australia like nothing happened. At least that’s what he heard from Taehyung, ‘cause he wasn’t here to witness it. He had travelled with his parents back then. But now he‘s here, and he can hear his heart start cracking again just by the thought of it. He’s dumb. So fucking dumb.
“That’s the reason I didn’t want to bother you.” you sigh “I wanted to surprise them but they went to my aunt’s today. Some family celebration I’m not aware of.” you continue as you look past the car window “I found out when I got there and everything was locked up. So I decided to go to Lola’s but found out she was out with Jin for the weekend too. So I just left my baggage at her door and came to the cafe to spare some time ‘till my parents get b— I’m sorry, I’m just babbling shit as usual”
“Just go on, I’m listening” he says. Usually he’s the one talking thru his elbows but knows you do that when you’re nervous too.
“Right. So, you can drop me off at my parents and I’ll get my stuff tomorrow at Lola’s, if that’s okay.” you look back at him now “I’ll wait till they come back home.”
“Have you lost your mind back in Melbourne?” he says looking at the road with a big frown displayed “Not gonna leave you alone by your parents door. In this fucking weather. I’d never do that.” he sighs “You know me better than that, Bee.”
You freeze as you hear him calling you that. Just like he did minutes ago when you called him by his nickname. It’s bellow the belt and he knows it. Probably the reason he said it at the first place. Or not. Maybe it’s just force of habit and he doesn’t even care about that nickname anymore.
“We’ll get your baggage and head to mine. You can stay and call your parents. Wait ‘till the rain calms down and I can take you there.” he says and waits to hear a no from you. But you stay quiet. “Or you can call an uber. Whatever you want. Okay?”
“Okay.” you say, still a little bit unsure. Doesn’t want to bother him. Mess with his plans for a friday night. Your parents house is kinda far from here. You say nothing anyway, ‘cause you also think it’s the safer way out of this situation right now.
He helps you pick up your stuff at Lola’s and head to the other apartment complex two streets away. The ride back to his house is quick and calm. It’s a one-song-away route. A route that is very known by you. You’ve been there so many times, it’s tattoed in your brain. Think you could find your way back there even if you’re blindfolded.
Finally the two of you reach to his door, and you can already hear some sniffing on the other side. A few more seconds and an aggressive scratching follows. Jungkook opens the door and gets in with your bags.
“Hey, buddy. Dad’s home.” You see the now giant dog lick his owners hand, then he looks at you and it’s pure euphoria. He runs fast and puts his big paws in front of you. The next thing you know you’re with your ass on the floor, feeling how much he missed you as he continually licks all over your face swaying his tail from side to side.
“I know baby, I know.” you giggle “I missed you too!”
“Bam! Behave” Jungkook says startled by the way the puppy reacted to you. Quickly leave your bags on the corner of the living room and comes to your rescue. “You can’t just hoop on people like that, man. You’re too big!”
“It’s okay, he’s just a giant baby.” you say as you get up again and start caressing his plain caramel fur.
“You okay?” he asks looking you up and down to see if you hurt yourself.
“Jungkook, I’m fine. You know I deal with animals all the time.”
He softly nods. Yeah, of course he knows. It’s the whole reason you left him anyways. For a fucking job offer. At some big ass veterinary hospital five thousand miles away. Out of the blue. Like he meant nothing to you. And just like that, everything goes back to him and he gulps away his anger. Doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable right now. You just got here. Can’t be okay with the idea of you leaving already.
So he just calls Bam and leads him to his separated room, where his food and little house are, alongside all of his toys. “Stay here a little bit, buddy. I’ll bring you out later okay?”
It’s like Bam understand every word he says, as he goes inside his little house and lays down “Good boy.”
Jungkook decides to put some dry clothes before he goes back to you. Takes a little while to choose one, but denies it’s because he wants to make a good impression. Ends up with a plain black t-shirt anyways.
He’s back to the living room and sees you looking around the house with curiosity. It is quite different, you think. Not in a bad way. It’s more sophisticated. The new furniture gives that vibe. All grey-ish. You like it. Matches him and his Chef persona. His kitchen is gorgeous as well. So many more pans that before. One of each size. You still don’t know the bare minimum about it. They all do the cooking and that’s all.
“You hungry?” he asks, realizing you stopped your inspection at the kitchen but never left.
“Kinda.” you say, and right away your stomach growls loud and calls you by your lie. “Okay, very hungry.”
You both laugh and Jungkook starts to pick up his utensils. One of his biggest pans. A big ass spoon. A cutting board. You lost count of how many things he puts on the table.
“Need a hand?” you say, just to be sure. You both know you’re terrible at the kitchen. But you’re at least able to cut some vegetables.
“‘S’fine. You’re probably tired from the flight. Go take a rest.” he says already on multiple duties over the kitchen. You have no idea what he’s cooking, but trust him anyway. He knows what you enjoy like the back of his hand. Knows what you love to eat, and knows you love his food more than anything else in the world.
So you just hum, silently agreeing with him.
You sit up at the couch, and realize it’s a new one too. It’s a big one, and still has that smell like a recently unfolded present. You turn on Netflix. Wonder if you’re too comfortable at this house when you shouldn’t. Are you two going to be friends now? Did he forgive you? Or is he just being kind?
Trying to clean your head for a little bit you pick up your favorite tv show: School of Chocolate. It’s kinda addicting. You know Jungkook claims to hate it but secretly loves it. He always used to argue when you put it in and ended up seated alongside you mesmerized with those big ass sculptures.
“Fuckin’ waste of chocolate.” he suddenly says back in the kitchen. He is able to see the tv from there as well, but he’s concentrated on cutting some bacon anyways. “And some of them can’t even do the easiest tasks. Ends up looking like dog’s poop”
“Are you spoiling me? I didn’t watch this episode yet!” you scream looking back at him “Can’t believe you watched it before me” you giggle “I’m probably the biggest fan of the show.”
“It came out yesterday” he quickly replies “you’re such a fake fan.”
You just puff, feeling insulted by his words.
“Just admit you only watch it ‘cause you think the Chef’s hot”
“Amaury is not my type” you pan back instantly but quickly regret it. What the fuck are you thinking, flirting with him? God, you’re so stupid. He must hate you right now. Definitely will kick you out hungry and cold on the street at any minute now. But Jungkook doesn’t say anything. Maybe he didn’t hear it. If he did, he just plays dumb. Continues to prepare whatever he is cooking and leave you to watch it.
On the kitchen, Jungkook’s heart is beating thru his ears. Can’t believe he heard you. Heard you flirting. If it was a year ago, he would drop the dinner and go towards you. Kiss your smart mouth and laugh with you. Say you better not adore any Chef more than you adore him. Pull you back to the sofa. Kiss your pretty waist and take dessert before dinner is even served.
But he can’t do that. ‘Cause you’re not his anymore. You’re not part of this reality anymore. His reality. You live in a whole new country now and he wouldn’t survive letting you in again knowing you’d leave him anytime soon. So he just shuts it down. Pretends he didn’t hear anything, ‘cause it’s better this way.
A couple of minutes later dinner is ready. He made your favorite dish. Coincidentally he had some vegetable broth ready-made in the refrigerator from Wednesday and the idea came up in his mind. He’s finishing the details and hears you entering the kitchen.
“Where do you put the plates now?” you softly say looking up at him.
“Above you, on your left.” he points out and you go for it right away. Picks up the cutlery and puts everything on the dinner table. His chest pangs, ‘cause it’s just like old times. You used to do this a lot together. Almost every weekend. Or whenever you crashed up at his. He loves to spoil you with his food. Kinda his love language, he figures now.
He grabs the wine from the refrigerator. One of your favorites. He remembers this too. You’re not a big fan of wine but this one is so sweet you can’t refuse. You’re a sweet tooth after all.
“Mmm. Red wine. The sweet one. What are we celebrating?” you play around as you sit. Jungkook doesn’t know what to say. Won’t admit he bought it thinking about you. Thought he would drink a whole bottle and you’d disappear from his mind like magic.
You didn’t.
“This one was sitting for a while here, gotta get rid of it. Swear nobody likes this shit but you, Bee.”
You try to ignore the nickname again. Tell yourself he only said it as a joke. The wine is sweet. You like sugar. You’re like an annoying bee. Everyone gets it. You’re just like any other bee. Not his Bee.
“Right. I’ll take this one with me then” you giggle softly.
Jungkook now is back with the huge pan and puts it in the middle of the table. By the smell of it, you’re guessing what it is. Your stomach too, as it growls again even louder than before.
“Are you starving yourself?” Jungkook jokes when he hears your hungry system.
“Haven’t eaten properly since I left home.” you giggle a little embarrassed but you can’t bring yourself to care much. Every once in a while you just forget to eat. You know it’s a bad habit and you’re trying to change that. Jungkook used to be your reminder. You used to eat so well when the two of you were together. Your rough routine made you have cookies for breakfast and sandwiches for lunch. Quick things to match up with your quick schedule. But Jungkook took care of you. Sent messages thru the day reminding you to buy something. Drink water. Often sent food to your job. Sometimes he would cook himself and leave on the refrigerator so you could take it with you on the next day. You miss being taken care of. You miss being with him.
“You mean you haven’t eaten real food for more than 15 hours?” he says, now upset. “For God’s sake, Bee. You can’t do that.”
You could get sick. Could pass out in the middle of the street. Could hurt yourself. He can’t bare the thought of you getting hurt, and it really upsets him.
You sense the change in his aura so you quickly change de subject. “Fuck off! you made risotto?”
Jungkook just hums, pouty. Still angry at your self-destruction actions. Angry he can’t do anything about it. Puts a good portion for you and for him in the plates. Beautifully arranged just like he does at the restaurant. Knows you like to take pictures so he follows your concept blindly. Guess you’d like to save in the memory lane.
And he guessed it right. You grab your phone instantly and take a couple of pics, but you won’t post it. Will keep it just for you.
“Where’s your glass?” you say after observing he only brought one glass to the table.
“I said I would take you to your parents, dummie.” he plays around, but he’s serious. He won’t drink and drive. His mom would cut his balls out. Your father too.
“Shut up, I can take an uber later. Get yourself one.”
“No, I really don’t mind.” he says stubbornly.
“If you don’t drink, I won’t drink either.” you pouty say and he wonders. Flips his piercing with his tongue for a second. Doesn’t want you to go home with an uber late at night. He will figure something about later. Maybe he can drink half of a glass and then sober up so he can drive you. Just know he can’t resist that face of yours right now, so he gives in a heartbeat.
“You’re the devil.” he chuckles and grabs a glass for himself. Pours a little bit for the two of you. “You’re lucky I like this wine with risotto.”
Then you two start eating. You make your silly little dance with your shoulders. Always do that when you enjoy the food. Jungkook thinks it’s the cutest thing in the word. Best reward he could ever get. Would cook every day and every night to see you this happy.
“This is so good.” you hum away “you’re the best of the bests. The most talented chef in the world. You’re gonna be a superstar someday.”
“Ani.. Stop it!” Jungkook shyly says, his two hands on his face hiding the bunny smile you know he’s carrying.
“I mean it. You will be.” you take a sip of the wine and continues. You know he likes to downplay himself. “I’m talking 3 Michelin stars restaurant.”
“One sip and you’re already talking nonsense.” he giggles. Knows it’s your way of thanking him for the meal but he just can’t take complements like a normal person. Is too shy, even with you.
“Shut up. I’m a big girl now. I could drink this bottle up and still rap to an Eminem song.” You laugh away and Jungkook just follows. Both of you know it’s bullshit. You’re a terrible drinker. Two glasses in and you would be giggling every 3 seconds.
The two of you just stay like this. Talking nonsense. Bickering. Laughing away. Jungkook doesn’t know what time is it, but the rain is still pouring outside. A little bit less angry now, but still. The bottle is almost empty. He doesn’t know when you both stoped counting how many glasses you’ve drank. Doesn’t care anyway. Just wants to spend more time with you like this. Like there’s no real life outside that door. Like you’ve never left. Like you never will.
Eventually Jungkook takes the now empty pan and the two glasses to the sink. Hears you picking up the plates and seconds later you’re by the sink as well. He goes out to pick up the empty bottle of wine to throw it in the trash. When he comes back to the kitchen, you’re already washing the dishes; Drunk and hapilly humming the song you eventually put in between the dinner. Swaying away your perfect molded hips. Jungkook’s mind is fuzzy. Can’t think straight. But he knows damn well he can’t blame it on the wine. He would be like this even if he had no alcohol. You’re the one intoxicating him.
“What are you doing?” he murmurs softly behind you, just above your ear. You can feel his hot breathing and it makes your skin instantly hot too. The damn butterflies you feel every time he’s near are awake again. They’re anxious. Excited.
You turn half of your face to him and say “I’m helping you, silly. I know you hate this part.”
Jungkook gets a little bit closer. Doesn’t touch you, but he can smell your perfume more clearly now. Takes another step and he is able to smell your shampoo too. Strawberries. He loves it so much. Always have.
He can’t hold you, otherwise he won’t be able to let go. So he puts his hands around you, grabbing the corner of the sink. “You don’t have to, baby” he husks “I’ll take care of it tomorrow.”
You’ve got goosebumps, but you pretend. Pretend hearing him call you that didn’t almost give you a heart attack. Pretend you did not listen to his complains too, and keep washing everything. You’re almost finished. Then you can sit down. Maybe talk. Tell him everything you couldn’t a year ago. Tell him everything you need to tell him now.
But then, you feel his nose on your hair. Caressing throught it. It’s an old habit of his. You know he likes your shampoo, and you’ve never changed it.
“You smell so good, Bee.” your mind is going wild. Don’t know what you should do. You can’t fake it anymore. Blame it on the wine, but the last thing you want to do is to have a conversation right now.
You finish the dishes. Clean your hands and tries to think straight. Gives up.
“Jungkook…” you softly say.
And just like that, he comes a little bit closer. His buffed chest on your back now. “Mmm?”
He can’t hold it back. He misses you like a fucking junkie and you are the drug on display. Right at his face.
Meanwhile, you lean into his body. Your eyes are closed like you’re trying to get out of your foggy mind. Trying to do the right thing. He thinks this is the right thing. Does not care about breaking his heart tomorrow. He can deal with it later. His heart needs you now. He can just pretend for a little and everything will be fine.
So he closes the little gap that still exited between the two of you. Grabs you by the waist and looks down at your face. Waits for you response. You open your eyes instantly, and all he sees is red. Lust. Passion. Need. He knows those eyes. And he knows that’s what you’re feeling, ‘cause he feels it too.
But he’s still careful. His hands roam all over your body when he kisses your cheek softly. Feels his lips tingling with the sensation. Takes it to your neck. Knows exactly where your sweet spot is, and that’s what he aims. Takes a little while there now. Sucks a little bit. Your skin feeling hot under his lips. He drags his tongue slowly over the same spot. Hears you hissing and feels proud. Feels his cock throbbing too, happy with the sounds you make.
Jungkook softy turns your head and your lips are almost touching. You’re so close you can feel his breath like it’s your own. Your lips are begging you to go forward, but you’re scared to screw things up. So you bite your lip back.
“Fuck it.” he says and takes the first step. Holds your face with his palm and crash your lips together. It’s like you’re both starving for years as you sigh relived when your tongues meet. The kiss is passionate. Your lips molding each other, dancing together like they’ve never stopped. Like they’ve always done. Like you’re made for each other. You can’t get enough of him. He can’t get enough of you. So many feelings flowing thru a simple kiss. So you just go on and on and on. Deepens it, if it’s possible. Arms wrap around his neck, your fingers lost on his soft locks. Want him to know how much you care about him. How sorry you are. How much you miss him.
And he gives back. Kisses you like it’s his final act on earth. Kisses you like a starved man. Kisses you like you’re everything to him until he feels his lungs failing him, so he backs up a little to catch a breath.
“I think—“ you start saying, but suddenly you stop. His tattooed hand grabs your throat. Doesn’t strangle you, just puts it there. Caresses it. Let you know that he has made up his mind. That he knows all your weaknesses — that being one of them. He knows how to make you feel good and he’s silently now begging you to give in too.
“Don’t.” he husks and now squeezes your neck. Just enough to make that little spot in your brain tell you’re pleasured by the action. You gasp and let out a broken moan as he continues, now adding little love bites on your shoulder. His bulge growing behind you. So you finally do what you’ve been craving for the whole night.
Jungkook feels you start to rub your ass on his crotch slowly, but firmly. “Shit, baby.” He moans. Feels so fucking horny. Can’t remember the last time he was this hard. Thinks he will nut his pants like a fucking virgin if you keep this up. But he doesn’t care. Wants more. Wants you. So he starts to roll his hips too, meeting you halfway.
“Jungkook” you say with that pretty tone of yours. He knows you. Knows what you want, but he needs to hear it.
“What is it, baby?” he whispers against your ear now. The hand that was in your throat now travels south. It teases you. Goes around your breast. Acts like he will, but does not touch it. He wants you needing. Wants you begging.
“Please.” you say unquiet.
“Use your big girl words, Bee.” he plays around. Sucks your ear lobe. “Say it.”
“Want you to touch me.” you finally say.
“Good girl.” he husks, then turns you over. Grabs you by your waist and sits you on the counter. Puts himself between your thighs. Pulls you closer. Looks at you with his pretty big eyes. Wanting. Expecting.
“Kiss me.” you say and he wastes no time to do so. Kisses you again. Even more fervently than before. Wants you to remember. Bites your lower lip and sucks your tongue. Knows it drives you crazy. You moan into the kiss and he mirrors you. Feels pleasure seeing you this turn on. Wants to keep doing it till he’s fucking six feet under. Feels so blessed seeing you like this after all this time.
You grab his thick hair, pining it like you know he enjoys and he hisses into your mouth. His fingers dig deeper on your skin and you know it’s gonna leave marks.
“You drive me fucking insane.” he says as you pull away, looking at you with half his eyes open, lust exhales from all his pores. You give him a little smirk in return. Loves seeing him like this. All needy. All yours.
He takes back the control. Now he’s the one pulling your hair and you let out a loud moan from the pleasure. You love this. Your core is aching, pussy clenching around nothing trying to get some relief, so you know your body loves it too;
His mouth quickly follows your now exposed throat and kisses it. Sucks. Bites. Leaves tiny nips all over. Does whatever he wants with it, ‘cause he knows it gets you soaked up. Just thinking about it makes him needier so he starts to unbutton your pants, looking back at you to make sure you’re okay with this and you give him silent nods with that pretty little smile on you face.
He wants this moment to last forever, so he takes his time. Looks down on you ‘cause it feels like forever since he last saw you like this. You’re wearing a pretty lacy pink underwear. It’s like you want him dead. “Fuck you.” he says, still looking at your covered pussy with the cute underwear. You giggle a little bit. Knows he loves pink on you, says it enhances your skin color.
The hand that was on your hair starts to explore, travels across your throat and gives one final squeeze as he kisses your lips, bites it down, lick the swollen lip as the hand continues to go down. Takes a little step back and pulls up your shirt. Quickly gets back where he belongs and his lips are on you chest. Little pecks all over it. Teasing. Savoring. Jungkook claims himself a butt guy, but he swears he could happily die between those tits.
Both of his hands are on your covered breasts now. He cups them and starts to salivate with the view. Needs to suck it or he will die. So he takes off your matching bra and instantly puts his lips around your nipple. Sucks it like an obsessed man. Growls as he feels it harden against his tongue so he bites it. Wants to hear you scream from pleasure and so you do.
“Jungkook! Fuck!” you say as you arch your back, giving him more access to your tits. One of your hands grab the corner of the sink for support, the other is pinning his dark locks like your life depends on it. With his right hand Jungkook rubs the neglected breast. Slaps it and pinches the hard nipple across his thumbs. You let another loud moan and you can feel your pink underwear sticking. “Koo..”
And then he looses it. Can’t hear you all needy, calling him that. Does something to his mind and his dick. Knows it is rock hard under his pants right now. He has to do something about it, but the only thing he can think of is you. Giving you pleasure. Make sure you remember how good he is to you. Make you never want to leave again.
So with that in mind he kisses his way down. Kisses your pretty belly. Get on his knees and open your legs. Kisses your inner thighs. Looks over and you’re biting down your lips, looking like a fucking sex goddess. He’s crazy about you. Thinks he might as well fucking die if he can’t get this view for the rest of his life.
He goes a little further, aiming to the sweet spot between your legs. Put his nose on it so he can smell you. “Fuck. Missed this pussy so much.”
You whine at his words. You missed having him like this too. Heart thrums against your ribs when you sense his face closer into the warm of your cunt. He puts the underwear aside and licks your dripping folds just once. Slowly. Wants to savor you like fine wine. Groans when it hits his taste buds. “Swear this is the sweetest thing i’ve ever put my mouth on.”
You giggle, ‘cause you know he’s exaggerating. Such a Jungkook thing to do. “That’s big coming from you, Chef.” he looks back at you and smirks. “You don’t believe me” he leaves one bite on your thigh as a retaliation for not believing his words. Then gets up again. Grabs the back of your head and kisses you. It’s all messy. Wants to show you how sweet you are on his tongue. How addicting it is.
Suddenly he breaks the kiss and looks at you. Puts his fingers on your lips. “Open.”
You love his dom persona, so you obey immediately. Take his fingers like you know will get him imagining things. Licks it, slowly. Shows him what you could be doing on another part of his body. He takes this as a challenge. “You’re a tease, aren’t you?”
He won’t let you get away, tho. Finally strips you out of the underwear and takes his wet fingers down your cunt. Presses your swollen clit, rubbing his thumb over it painfully slow and suddenly you don’t feel like playing anymore. “Jungkook, don’t tease me.”
And for once he does as you ask without second thoughts. Puts his fingers inside your tight pussy and starts pumping inside you. You meow like the pretty kitty you are. “S-shit.. so good…”
He takes his pace, goes faster and his dick twists on his sweatpants with the sloppy sounds the movements take out of your pussy. His fingers are soaked up as he feels you start to milk them, chasing your high.
“P-please don’t stop. Oh my g-good!”
And then he does. Kinda feels wicked when you open your now teary eyes as he pulls out but he swears he will make it up to you. “I hate you.”
He just giggles and gets on his knees again.
“Want my dessert now.” he huskily whispers.
Before you notice, your thighs are on his shoulders and his face is on your pussy again. He’s eating you out like a literal dessert. Licks your folds with his hungry tongue and gets you moaning like crazy. “Could eat this pussy every fucking day.” he says, then puts his tongue flat on you clit. You know the drill. Have done this so many times before and just the thought of if gets you dripping even more. “Ride my face, baby.”
And so you do. Grab his hair with both of your hands and hold him on the perfect spot. He starts to move the tip of his tongue on your nub and you match his movements with your hips. Both of you get more and more turned on as you grind yourself further into his face.
“So good, baby. Shit…” you whimper and he moans into your clit when he hears your words. Puts his lips around it. Bites it. Suckes like his life depends on it. You don’t stop your hips from chasing your high, nudging at his nose and it’s the final act for you to come undone. “Jungkook, fuuuck!” you scream and pulls his hair tight when the pleasure wave washes you. You keep riding his face slowly and he gives your pussy kitty licks prolonging your high. You sigh relieved. He keeps drinking your sweet slickness till the last drop. Moans tasting your juice like it's the very first time. Takes his face back and he’s all covered in you, from his nose to his chin. It’s the hottest thing in the world.
He cleans himself with the back of his hand and suddenly picks you up bridal style, heading to his bedroom. You're taken by surprise, but you love when he manhandles you.
"What are you doing?" you ask still a little big foggy with the afterglow.
"Taking you to inaugurate my new bed" he giggles a little bit.
"Jungkook! That's disgusting!"
"I want your smell on it, what’s wrong?" he says naturally, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. You don't want to get your hopes up 'cause you still haven't talked, but he's not making it easy for you.
You look up at him and just can't hold your stupid smile back. He's so gorgeous. The most beautiful man you've ever seen. His pretty little dimples are peeking 'cause he has a little smile on his face too. You realize you love every little detail there is about Jungkook. His beautiful moles; the one on his chin, on his neck, on his cheek. The tiny scar he got from a silly fight with his brother. His bunny teeth. His big, beautiful starry brown eyes. Yeah, you're never getting over this goof. It's humanly impossible.
So you just accept your fate. Whatever this night might bring, you’ll go for it. Heartbreak or healing. There’s no going back now.
Jungkook puts you down on his bed and just stares at you by the end of it. Still fully clothed, also wears that silly smile on his face. Gosh, he’s so fucking perfect.
You just grab him by his t-shirt and pull him closer. He almost falls over you but uses his arms to hold his weight. Towers over you but keeps staring. The previous smile washed away from his face now, and you’re scared he’s already regretting everything.
It’s intense, the way he looks at you. Got you curling your toes in excitement. In fear. In anticipation.
So you just avert your eyes to his pretty pillowy pink lips. Specifically to the mole under it, and you feel like kissing it like you used to.
In the meantime he starts undressing. Takes off his t-shirt and you gasp as you realize he has some new tattoos. One on his chest and more on his shoulder. All of the old ones are colored too. More alive. It’s so pretty.
“You colored them.” you say softly, letting your fingers go across all of them.
“Needed to put some color in my life somehow.” he responds quietly. Like he wanted to say more, but choose to hold it down.
You look back at him and the atmosphere is fuzzy again. There’s no going back from this, really. Not when he’s this close to you. Not when you feel your heart thrumming so fast it might explode. Not when you’re back here again, in his arms.
So wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer. You need to be sure. “Do you want me?”
You’re so close you can feel his broke sigh when he says, “More than anything.” And then kisses you.
Not like a hungry man now.
Worst, like a man in love.
Kisses you awfully slow, twisting his tongue perfectly with yours. Sucks the life out of you. Got you moaning when he pulls out and licks your under lip as well. He grabs the back of your head and guides you into delicious positions for the kiss. It’s dreamy. It’s fulfilling. It’s everything you missed.
Jungkook can’t take it anymore, so he pulls himself down on you. Instantly feels your excitement wetting his sweatpants and his dick throbs for more of it.
He starts to grind against your fully naked pussy and you meow into the kiss, still feeling sensitive. Feels so good tho, so you start grinding back on him. What’s left of your cum mixing with arousal, making it even more satisfying for the both of you.
“So greedy…” he husks “Can never get enough, can you?”
You just nod, biting your lips. Feeling even more turned on by his low voice talking shit right now. You need him as soon as possible. So you keep going. Your both taking a pace now. “For god’s sake, take these off”
Jungkook feels his cock aching, burning, wanting. His balls might be petrified right now. Need you or he might die. So he just obeys. Backs off and throws it all away. Goes back to you instantly.
Starts to kiss you again, ‘cause he can never get enough of that sweet taste of yours. It’s like heaven on earth. His body grows hot and electrified as he feels your pussy clenching when he puts his hard dick between your folds. Keeps teasing, just cause he can. Wants to make you suffer a little bit more.
You break the kiss and whine into his ear. “Don’t be mean.”
He giggles and bites down on your left shoulder.
“I won’t, baby.”
His body says otherwise tho, as he slowly eases into you and and stops with just the tip inside. The feeling of his dick intruding your small hole is enough to make goosebumps rise all over his body and his breath to falter “Shit.”
“Koo..”
“Patience is a virtue, y’know.” he says, trying to command his heart to function like a normal person’s organ again.
“I don’t care about virtues right now, nerd” you joke and hear him tsc.
“You’ll never learn to not be sassy when you’re under me, will you?”
He doesn’t wait for your answer, though. Fills you up abruptly and you gasp with surprise. It’s so fucking delicious that got both of you moaning in sync.
“Fuck, you’re just as tight as I remember” he says “You okay?”
“Yes,” you say desperately with a broken voice. You need him to move.
And so he does. Suddenly picks up his pace and starts to bottom you out. Fill you up. Repeat. His big dick stretching you out deliciously even better than you remember it did. Your mind did no justice to his talent at all. It’s like he was made for you. Understands your body and soul perfectly. Fits you perfectly. Makes you want more and more and more.
He grabs one of your legs and puts it over his shoulder, getting both of you in a nasty position that got him growling and you drooling.
Oh, he knows perfectly where your sweet spot is.
“Fuck, that’s it, Jungkook.” He smirks when he sees you loosing your mind. Knows it won’t take a while for you to come undone since he’s hitting your most sensitive point right now. With his other hand he puts a hand on your throat and squeezes it. Feels you milking his dick and moaning low.
“My baby likes to be strangled, huh?” he murmurs “Such a dirty girl”
You moan even louder as you feel him going faster. His endurance is crazy and you know it. Got you crawling up the walls every time.
“Tell me,” he says in between the thrusts “Tell me how good it is, Bee.”
“So fucking good, baby” you pan back, completely lost in pleasure right now. Your eyes are closed, all you see is the red starts he makes you see with every sweet thrust in your throbbing cunt.
He let down your leg and comes closer to you. Gives your neck little pecks and goes back to face you.
“Look at me.”
And so you open your eyes. He’s looking at you that same way. The loving way.
You can’t take this. Your heart can’t take this. Him, looking at you like that. Him, being the most precious human being there is. Him, being the greatest decision you’ve ever done. ‘Cause that just reminds you how you’ve ruined everything.
It’s like he feels your swipe of feelings so he slows the movements and gives you one sweet kiss before pulling out. Grabs you by the hips, putting you on top of him. You’re on charge again. It’s your decision, he’s silently saying.
With both of your thighs strangling his body and your hands around his neck you stop in front of him. Don’t do anything. Just admire him. Want to keep this moment bottled in your brain forever. His sweet, loving eyes. His pretty dimples. His chin’s mole—your favorite mole. Every detail there is about him.
Your pull him closer and slowly go for your aim. Put your lips on the pretty mole like you wanted to since you first saw him tonight. Keeps it there and sense his broke sigh. You sigh back. Your chest pangs. Your throat hurts and it’s not in a good way. Your start to feel your eyes watering and pulls back.
“Baby…” he says softly, looking at you with slightly frowned eyebrows, stroking your hips with his fingers.
You know he wants to say something. Something important. Probably something that you two should’ve said before any other thing that happened tonight. But you don’t want to ruin this moment. Not now. Not ever.
So you just shut him up with your lips. Savor him one last time before everything breaks down. Kiss him as if his taste is the oxygen you need to survive.
And he gives it to you right back. Almost as he’s fearing the same thing too. Almost like he doesn’t want to ever let go.
So you just climb up and position your needy pussy above his dick with his help. Delicately easing him into you, stretching you open deliciously till he’s bottomed you up and you can feel how good it is to wrap yourself around him.
“Shit” you moan, feeling so good after good knows how long. “You fill me up so good.”
You start moving up and down, feeling everything there is to feel, giving yourself up to him.
“Pussy was made for me.” he whispers to your lips. “Just for me.”
He moans when your walls clench around his dick, dripping arousal with his words.
“Fuck.” he husks “That’s it, baby.”
You do it again, now on purpose ‘cause you know it makes him insane. You need him like that.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Jungkook holds you in place and starts bulking his hips up, cock hitting your sweet spot over and over again.
“Mmm, too good…” you whimper when he begins a pace that has you seeing stars.
He sighs when he looks at you. His dick is socked with your arousal. Fills you up perfectly, like his body was designed to connect with yours this way. The way it goes in and out drives him mad; but when he looks up at you, closed eyes, full lips trapped between your teeth, hands squeezing those perfect tits. Got him gooshing. Got him head over heals all over again. Got him fucking screwed.
“Fucking perfect.” he moans “Look fucking perfect being dicked down by me”
He feels your walls tighten even more so he slows it down. Wants to make this last more. Wants to make you feel more. That’s not enough, can’t be enough.
So he stops his pumps and holds you down. Just like second nature, your arms wrap around his neck again and you start moving towards him, now rubbing your pussy in sweet movements that he knows will treat your swollen clit well. Knows you love this position, so he helps you out. Spits on one of his fingers and drags it down to your sweet bud. Massages it. Pinches. Makes you whimper, just ‘cause he likes the sound of it.
“Shit, shit, shit, Jungkook!” you say as your hips follow your needs, bulking against his pelvis now. It’s so delicious you think you might go crazy. His dick rubs the perfect spot inside you as your clit gets the perfect friction to set you off.
Jungkook pulls your hair to guarantee his access to your neck, leave tiny love marks all over it. Got you hissing against his shoulder.
“I got you, Bee.” he husks softly.
It’s frightening how fast your climax approaches. You feel the hot waves coming back, building up that frizzing feeling again.
Goosebumps all over your body, you back up to look at him.
You both stare at each other, hips trying to meet the perfect pace now. A sweet pace that has you two building it up together. Feeling together. Giving in together.
His hands are on your ass cheeks, guiding your deep movements, making your cunt take his dick just the way he likes, too. He feels you milking his cock with your walls and his eyelids are tattooed with stars.
“Shit, Bee.” he whimpers “Swear I could die right here and now.”
You giggle and just continue the intense pace. It’s inevitable, to not get emotional. ‘Cause you know you could have this forever. You’ve had everything you could’ve ever wanted. Yet, you let it go.
He opens his eyes again and you’re there. Looking at him with big doe eyes. Loving eyes. Teary eyes. Realizes he loves the shit out of you and cannot think about letting you go again. He will do any fucking thing. Go thru long distance. Take how many flights there is to take. Move to fuckass Australia. Whatever it takes. Just knows you two can’t be separated again.
So he makes love to you. Wants you to remember how it is to be loved. To be loved by him. Tries to show how electrified he feels right now. Needs you to feel the same way.
He guides your hips to continuously make those movements that got him curling his tip toes. One of his hands goes down to you clit again to make it even better for you. Knows it will get you cumming in a heartbeat.
“Ah, fuck!” you moan when he intensifies the rubbing on your harden button. “M’gonna cum.”
“Cum for me, baby.” he husks teasingly. That’s all he wants right now. You, coming undone because of him. The thought itself makes his own climax approach as well, mixed with you cunt stimulations and the sweet sounds you make: that’s the perfect receipt for —his— disaster.
Your body seems to obey him, as he starts to give in and the electric feeling of the orgasm tingles from you head to toe. “Koo, fuck!” you scream, eyes rolling backwards so hard you don’t think you’ll be able to see anything but starts for days.
Jungkook tries to prolong your feeling as he turns you over. Spits directly on your cunt, fucks you rough thru your climax.
“Koo, it’s too much.” you meow, eyes closed with goosebumps all over your body.
“No baby,” he whispers “Just one more, you can take it.”
So he starts the circled rubbing on your clit again. Grabs your hip firmly in a position that got you curling your tip toes.
“Be a good girl and cum for me again, pretty baby.”
Tears rolling down your cheeks, you feel everything amplified right now. It’s like you’ve been electrocuted all of the sudden. It’s like you need to cum or you will die.
Jungkook feels your dripping walls throbbing around his dick again and increases his pace, getting himself there too. “Fuck, that’s it, Bee.” he moans. Keeps rubbing your clit meanly till he feels his hand muscles hurt. “Gonna cum on this pretty pussy.”
“Koo…” you whisper and he feels your final spasms. Suddenly his dick and his hands are washed with your squirt. You fucking squirted on him. Jesus. He can’t hold himself back anymore.
“Fuck baby, fuck!” he says and increases the pace. The new wave of climax seems to be just what he needed to fuse his own orgasm. Everything that was building up now crumbles down when you spasm from your head to toe, body shaking and pussy as tight as ever, making him spill hot shots of cum all over your walls, filling you up, finally staying where it belongs.
He slows the movements now, pumping his every seed inside of you. Needs every part of him on you. His body, mind and soul are yours.
"So pretty dripping with my cum." he smirks.
You whimper with the nastiness of it all. You love it, and he knows it.
He gives you one last peck and eventually crumbles down next to you. Your heart is in a race, thrumming so hard you think it might break your bones now. You don’t know what to do. What’s next. Where this got you two.
Jungkook’s in no better place. The wave of afterglow is slowly fading and his mind is everywhere. He looks at his bedroom ceiling. Wants to say the right thing. Nothing comes to mind. So he turns sideways. Looks at you. Finds the courage he needs when he sees those pretty eyes.
“Bee.” he whispers. Comes closer to you, like he’s about to tell a secret. Keeps a little distance tho, just enough to look at your eyes. Wants to see your reaction. Wants to see the true feelings in them when he says, “Don’t leave me again.”
Your gasp is audible, eyes two sizes bigger as the tears you’ve been holding back all night now roll down your cheeks.
“Please” he says, voice cracking too as if he’s expecting the worst. Expecting you to make the wrong choice again.
“Jungkook—“ you whisper, trying to find the right words.
“Baby, I’ll do anything.” he nervously says “We can try long distance. I have enough money to travel at least once a month.” he starts babbling out.
“O-or if it’s to hard for us, I’ll try to find a restaurant in Australia. I’ll move out with you.” he says with his chest hurting, seeing you taken aback again. He can’t loose you. “Fuck, I’ll literally drop anything there is for you.”
He closes his eyes now. Turns over again. Doesn’t want to see the rejection in your eyes. Doesn’t want you to see the tears on his. He’s too weak for you. Too weak for his own good.
“But I understand i-if..” his voice trails off in hurt, his throat tightening “I understand if you don’t have feelings for me anymore.”
“Koo…” you softly say, giggling with teary eyes. You climb up on him. He keeps his eyes closed like he’s scared of the world outside his eyelids. “Look at me.”
He slowly does, and the trapped little tears fall over, his perfect nose is pinkish, and you just want to melt away.
“I’m not leaving.” you softly say, wiping out his beautiful cheeks.
“W-what?” he stumbles over his words. He can’t believe he heard you right. That can’t be.
“I’m not leaving. I came this time to stay.”
“Are you fucking with me, Bee?” he abruptly stands up and almost got you falling off the bed. He holds you tight on his lap, tho. “Be serious right now.”
You laugh out loud now. Can’t believe this is happening. Can’t believe he wants you after all this time. After everything that’s been thru.
“Jeon Jungkook. I swear on Bam’s life” you say with a bright smile on your face.
“Hey! Don’t swear on Bam’s life!”
Like he was waiting for the perfect time, the puppy shows up by the end of the bed, swiping happily his tail with his big eyes looking at both of you.
“Nobody called you here, man.” Jungkook jokily says. Wants to have his private time with you now, and knows Bam will be all over both of you if he stays. “Go back to your room, big boy.”
The puppy stubbornly stays. Looks at you, like he wants the words to come from you now.
“Go, Bamie. We’ll play with you later.”
And so he does, like that’s all he needed to hear to obey.
“Fucking joke.” Jungkook cuffs “Even the dog is head over hells for you.”
"So..." you say with a stupid grin all over your face you might as well apply for a role as the joker. "You're head over hells for me, hm?"
"So..." he immitates you. Knows it tickles the shit out of you. Bickering with you is his love language, too. "You're not going back to Australia?"
"Uh-hum." you giggle, playing with his dark locks.
"What happened? Kangaroo kicked your head over there?"
"Missed my Koogaroo" you pan right back.
"Oh, shut up." He lets out one laud laugh and turns you over in bed, tickles all over your body until your crying.
You both just stare at each other, big smiles spread out in your faces. Happinees flowing thru and between you. That's it. That's where you belong.
"I really missed this." you say softly.
Jungkook towers over you again. Kisses your lips softly. "Missed," your nose. "You," your forehead. "So much." all of your face.
"I love you, Koo." you say softly, staring at him. Staring at his soul. Hoping he believes you. Believes you never stoped loving him, not now, not ever.
"I love you too, Bee."
AND THAT WAS IT! what do you guys think? I struggled so much on the smut parts wtffff why is it so hard hahaha
I was thinking about doing some drabbles of the story since I loved the couple sm! they're so sweet, right? also thought about developing her friendship with tae, maybe after jk/oc are back together, his reaction and apologies ??? or maybe the background of oc/jk's f2l, the day she left aahhh there's so much i could do!
again, i'm sorry if there are any typos! please leave comments if you like the story, i'll accept requests too <3 promise i'll come back soon
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tysm for supporting my ff, i hope you enjoy :) xx
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find a way – kth
if only you could find a way to get your relationship back on track. luckly, there's still a short-term fix for you both.
warning: angst and explicit content under the cut !
and there you are again, under him, wherelse? he's deep down inside you, your eyes rolling back as you keep moaning his name.
he has you pinning down on the mattress by the waist. taehyung is fucking you so good that every other worry do not matter anymore.
"tae- oh fuck! feels so good"
he grunts at your words, fucking you senseless. the wet noises filling the room as your bodies meets; your eyes tearing up, both of you sweating from the heat of each other.
"what's that?" he says it bluntly.
"tae, oh my god, please... please"
and then he stops. leaving just his tip inside you, he's panting, but you're desesparate. you are whining nonstop. you finally start crying, you need to cum, you have to cum, this is torture. taehyung tightens the grip on your waist, so you stop moving, leaving red marks on the flash.
"im sorry, sir" you cry out "please, sir, i need to cum, make me cum"
he delivers a harsh slap on your clit and you whimper, your fingers curling from the pleasure that spread goosebumps all over your body. he starts to fuck you again. in a matter of seconds, you are cumming around him. your whole body freezing and letting go with a moan. he helps you ride your high but doesn't stop there.
"already done?" he asks, and you nod repeatedly, looking dumb, making him laugh at you "but im not done yet, be good"
he goes hard on you again. it hurts inside, but shamelessly, you like it. it's even perfect when the pleasure starts to build again. you sob, feeling like it's too much, the overstimulation hitting you so good. you have no shame in screaming, not minding if anyone will hear you.
"such a desesparate slut" he groans, making you clench around him.
his cock twitches inside and you can feel he is close too. taehyung grabs you by the neck, adding a bit of pressure on it, just how you like it. your eyes roll back and you're close again.
"can i cum, sir? please" you are able to say, your voice raspy because of the lack of circulation caused by his hands.
"come on, cum for me"
he leaves your neck to make sure you are in place as he takes an animalistic pace on you. he moans, closer to the release.
your vision gets blurry as you cant control the scream you let out as you're cumming. your legs tremble as you're squirting all over taehyung lower belly and length. he looks at your bodies connected, you clenching nonstop around him.
"fuck-"
he cums with a low moan, his thick cum painting your walls deliciously. he pulls out, a bit of it hitting your clit making you whimper before you're both coming down from the high.
he lays in his bed by your side. a strange feeling lingering in the air, even after the most intimate thing you can have with someone. no one says a thing, both because there's anything to say but also because you dont know what to.
you start to doze off and before you realize you both are deep on sleep.
you wake up in his sheets around 5am, confused on where you are at first. the realization slowly hitting you as you look to the side to see his naked figure fast asleep beside you. he is fucking beautiful and you hate it.
you contemplate for a bit, before quietly getting off his bed. you collect your clothes that are spread all over the floor. you tip toe to the door, messily putting your clothes back on in the living room. when you're done, you get your shoes and keys and leave his house. without a note, nothing behind, just your perfume all over his bed, house and body.
when you get by the front, your eyes meet a heavy rain on the outside. you curse under your breath, adjusting your shoes on your feet.
you take a look before gathering the courage to run home in the rain. just when your body hits the rain, you hear someone behind you.
"yn! yn, where are you going?" taehyung comes after you, running to catch you. his shorts and tank top covering his body now.
you keep going, feeling your heart drop to your stomach just from the sound of his voice. even though it ended, you can't help the effect he still has on you.
you stop, and so does he. the rain having you two already all wet, hiding the tears that came out without warning.
"yn... please..." he begs without even knowing what exactly. he just needs you to love him again, again and again.
you fall completely. tears coming nonstop as you palms your face. you feel him approaching you, bringing your body close to his as he hugs you tightly like he did last night but in a different scene. what did go so wrong for you two? why can things work out for your relationship?
the same spot has you both always coming back. and you dont know what to do after this, it keeps repeating time after time. the same scene as if you were cursed by each other. maybe tomorrow, when that happens again, you will have a solution for those same questions. if only you both could find a way to get back on track.
you won't.
#a/n rainy days and blue ask#this is all layover inspired#whats up with tae and sir these days 😮💨#yn#bts fanfic#bts#taehyung#taehyung yn#taehyung fanfic#bts smut#taehyung ff#taehyung smut#v bts#bts smau#bts scenarios#bts imagines#taehyung scenarios
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Come with me and escape
“…If you like piña coladas,/ And getting’ caught in the rain,” Joel half-sang, half-muttered as they trudged through the woods, getting steadily wetter with every mile. Joel’s boots were better than Grace’s, so he wasn’t already dealing with wool socks going from damp to soaking, but he didn’t have a hood. His greying hair was nearly black, plastered to his forehead and neck.
It was about thirty-five degrees, just warm enough to have the rain stay a miserable, cold torture, instead of a transient winter wonderland of drifting snowflakes dusting his shoulders. Landing on the tip of her tongue, the clean water sweeter than sugar.
Yeah, Grace could do with a freaking piña colada or really, just the rum. Like a full pitcher of rum. Maybe heated with a poker.
Maybe poured straight down her throat.
“You like getting caught in the rain?” she asked. There had been a time, within recent memory, when this had seemed like not just a good idea but a nice one. A scouting salvage trip in an area that had a low risk of clickers, the destination an abandoned cabin that had been established as a Jackson safehouse after its owners took refuge in the commune. It had seemed like it could be romantic, good for their relationship, which wasn’t exactly falling apart but let’s face it, raising a teenager together wouldn’t have been easy Before, when there were family therapists, ample supplies of coffee and ibuprofen, and her best friend Lauren and Lauren’s complete collection of The Thin Man DVDs, to provide the ideal variations of respite. Now, when Joel had his past to deal with and Grace had hers, Ellie had a mouth on her like a bear-trap, and they lived in a two bedroom house with one bathroom and mediocre water pressure, making something more than a series of hook-ups and hang-outs sometimes seemed impossible, even when she factored in Joel’s dark eyes and his hands strumming his guitar. And what it felt like to open the door for him and have him walk in, whether it was the clinic or the canteen or the bedroom with the overly rustic bedframe.
(Seriously, the original inhabitants of Jackson had never met a log they didn’t fashion into a piece of clunky furniture. Sometimes, Grace actually felt a physical longing for her college futon.)
This trip had seemed like a good idea and it might have kept on seeming that way until the clouds had seized up on the horizon and turned a livid shade that meant an icy rain and plenty of it. She’d tried to ask the question without sounding snarky and had only ended up just this side of phony naiveté. For a women well north of forty who’d survived FEDRA, there was no innocence left, let alone naiveté.
“Fuck no, I don’t like getting’ caught in the rain,” Joel said. “I wasn’t real fond of long walks in the rain or long walks on the beach or any of that personal ad shit back in the day.”
“You read personal ads?” Grace said. Sports page, police blotter, hell, she could even envision Joel thumbing through the real estate section of the Sunday paper, but the idea that he’d read personals was a surprise.
“Yeah,” he said.
Grace took another step and felt the squelch within her boot. She’d be lucky not to get frostbite or trench foot before they got to the cabin. She frowned and Joel noticed.
“I didn’t answer any of ‘em, in case you’re wonderin’ that,” he said. “Tommy nagged me for a while, when Sarah was about eight, said I needed to get off my ass and get laid. And that if I hadn’t found anyone willin’ in the PTA already, I wasn’t likely to. But it felt fake and anyway, I was busy working.”
Grace took a particularly graceless step and wobbled a little. Joel reached out and took hold her her elbow, steadying her without altering his own gait. There’d been nothing grabby about his hand, despite the suddenness of the gesture, and it felt both comforting and erotic, his warmth and strength at her disposal, guiding her.
“Guy like you would never need a personal ad. If you wanted someone, you would’ve had her just like that,” she said, attempting to snap her fingers.
Joel smiled.
“Just like that, huh? Just like right now?” he said.
“I mean, talk to me once we’re inside the cabin and you’ve managed to light a fire that doesn’t fill the place with smoke,” she said.
A drop of rain rolled down her nose.
“I feel like a drowned rat,” she said, grimacing.
“I’ve seen you look worse,” he said.
She glared at him as much as she could with the rain spitting into her face and Joel grinning back at her.
“I take it back. Seven out of ten women would’ve walked out of the bar and left you high and dry. They’d say your ad was a scam and you were a jackass,” she said.
“High I can’t manage, but dry sounds good, Gracie,” he replied. He squinted, which should have been unattractive but wasn’t (unfair! her inner monologue complained and dead-Lauren rolled her eyes), and pointed. “Cabin’s another five-ten minutes west. I’ll make you a fire and we’ll settle in for the night. Brought some of Ted’s goulash, you won’t have to get by with crackers and canned peaches.”
“Fine. I revise my estimate. Six out of ten, unless you met them after you played a set. Then only one walks,” Grace said.
“That one you?” he said. He was teasing but she heard the uncertainty underneath. Joel wasn’t used to being loved by a woman. What he and Tess had had together was something else, and he’d hardly ever spoken of Sarah’s mother. Ellie’s affection he could accept and even Tommy and Maria’s, but he didn’t trust Grace wanted him all the time, all the ways.
“No. If you played ‘Walkin’ After Midnight,’ I would’ve said let’s skip the drinks and go home,” she said.
“Woulda been your place,” Joel said. “I didn’t bring home strange women where Sarah might see ‘em.”
“Good. I’d have liked being a strange woman for a while,” Grace said. They were finally at the cabin. She let Joel handle unlocking the door and focused on getting in and getting her boots and wet socks off. Once she was barefoot, she couldn’t exactly sigh in relief, because the cabin was frigid and her hair was damp, Joel cursing softly while he laid the fire, but she made a sound of quasi-contentment and sat down on the old sofa to root around in her pack for fresh socks.
They were bound to be all the way at the bottom.
“What a fucking miserable night,” Joel said, the wood having caught, the firelight painting his face with gold, his wet hair still black. The rain had turned heavier and the wind started blowing it against the windows.
“It’s okay. Now we’re inside,” she said, pulling on mismatched striped socks that reached her knees. Joel glanced at them and laughed.
“You’re leanin’ into the strange woman thing, yeah?” he said.
“Ellie raided my sock drawer. I didn’t take laundry day into account. Beggars can’t be choosers,” Grace said. “Once it warms up in here, I can take them off—”
“Don’t. Leave ‘em on,” Joel said. “Once it warms up in here, I’ll take off everything else.”
Perhaps, under certain very specific circumstances, which did not require Ted’s goulash, Joel did like getting caught in the rain. That was all Grace could surmise a few hours later, eating the last of the goulash while Joel lay back against the headboard, his bare chest against her back, his hand keeping the bowl steady on her lap.
He was humming the song and she could hear the smile on his face, a clear bright note against the counterpoint of the still falling rain.
Tagging @tessa-quayle because she's my number one Grace Yang fan.
#tlou fanfic#undercoveraprilshowerschallenge#pedrostories#joel/ofc#grace yang MD#grace yang on call for the apocalypse#rainy days#pina colada song#romance#fluff#humor#tlou x ted lasso crossover universe#ellie williams#found family#joel miller#soft!joel miller#no age gap
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Its a rainy night at the Ramshackle dorm and you're struggling to sleep. You breathe out a silent sigh as you sit up, thinking of what to do...
You eventually come to the decision of taking a night time stroll, hoping that maybe going out for a while will help clear your head a bit. After all, the past few months have been very busy, especially with all of the dorm leaders (and vice dorm leader Jamil) coming to a dangerous and terrifying overblot.
You carefully get up from bed, trying your best to not wake up Grim who's made himself comfortable in the covers. You cant help but look at how cute the small monster is as he snores a bit, shifting to take place in the center of the bed like a human world cat would do.
You prepare yourself to be heading out of the dorm, but just before you can open the doors...
"Eh? Where are you going?"
"Don't you see how late it is?"
"You arent seriously going out this late, are you?"
Asked a trio of familiar ghosts, a small hint of concern in their voices. You apologize for possibly waking them up, if they even sleep, as you explain the situation.
"A night time stroll?..."
"Hm... Just remember to be careful"
"You better not be coming back too late!"
You do your best to reassure the three of them that you'll be fine and wont take long. Once they've gone, you open the doors and step out, taking a breath as you're greeted the smell of rain...
As you pull out and open a small umbrella you managed to afford from Sam's shop, you start to walk around the place, letting your mind run lose for a bit.
Your mind starts to think of how you've been spending your time at Night Raven College and about how, while the overblots are scary, you've been enjoying your time here. You've been enjoying spending time with Ace, Deuce, Jack, all of the friends you've made.
But then your mind starts to travel a bit further...
What's going to happen when you have to finally say goodbye? Did anyone notice you were missing at home? When its time to go back, does this mean it's "goodbye" forever? Will anyone here miss you when you leave? Will they remember you?
Before it can get any further, you're stopped by the feeling of bumping into a broad chest.
"Ah, my apologi-" A familiar pair of bright green eyes widen a bit, a touch of worry and concern in them, as the widely feared dorm leader of Diasomnia bends down a bit to look at you more closely as a gentle hand holds one of yours. "-Oh dear... Please didn't cry, I don't mean to frighten you..."
You hadn't even noticed you had tears running down your face, using your free hand to wipe them away as you apologize for making Tsunotaro think he scared you... Or at least Tsunotaro is the name you knew him as...
"Then if I didn't scare you... Whatever is the matter?..."
You are unsure of how to express your thoughts into words to him... You decide to just tell him that you've been thinking a bit too much...
"Hm... The mind is a rather complex thing, I'm afraid... Hiding away the negative thoughts that come in the day with distractions, only to have them come back in the evening..." His soft tone gives you a sense of comfort as one of his hands gently wipe your tears for you.
"... Perhaps, if I'm not intruding... We can enjoy the rain together for a moment..."
You think about the offer for a moment before agreeing to it, after all, there isnt really much else to help keep your mind off of it... Although you explain that you cant stay too long.
"I understand, it's just for a moment..."
The tall horned man gives you a warm smile as he offers you a seat next to him as you shyly take the offer, the small pitter patter of the rain being heard from all sides.
"... You know... Despite our limited time together, I enjoy the few moments we can spend together..."
You agree with him as you unintentionally lean on him a bit, the comfort of the soft rain, the fireflies flying around and Tsunotaro's warmth making you feel at ease.
"Hm?... Getting comfortable, I see?" A soft chuckle escapes his lips. "Not to worry, I don't mind... You're free to get as comfortable as you like, I can even return you to your dorm should you fall asleep..."
You thank him for the offer, but say that you're capable of staying awake.
"Well, if you insist... This sort of brings me back to how gargoyles are said to be protectors of the buildings they reside on, warding off evil spirits and demons with their powerful aura and cold gaze... I can be your protector, should it come to it..."
Tsunotaro's soft rambling along with the fireflies and rain bring you closer to sleep, a small yawn escaping from your lips. He seems to have noticed.
"Ah?... You're feeling tired already?... If that's the case, then perhaps we should get you back to Ramshackle, it's rather late after all..."
You insist that you'll be fine, trying to get up anyway, however, you seem to slip but before you can hit the ground you're lifted by a pair of strong arms.
"Oh dear... Please be more careful, prefect..."
You feel a warm blush spread across your own cheeks as you rest your head on his chest as he carries you. You hear a soft yet amused chuckle from him.
"And you said you could stay awake... But now's not the time for that, it's time to take you back..."
You say that you'll be fine walking and that he can put you down.
"Hm... I'm afraid I dont think so... You almost fell trying to get up and I dont want to risk you possibly getting hurt... I'll carry you back myself..."
You think for a moment before sighing, reluctantly accepting being carried back to Ramshackle.
"Thank you..."
Tsunotaro gently holds you close as you grow closer and closer to sleep, his warmth and comfort making you feel as if sinking to subconsciousness. By the time he's made it to Ramshackle, you've already fallen into a peaceful sleep in his arms.
"Oh dear... It's a shame I couldn't talk with them more... But then again, the prefect has a lot of things put on them everyday... I can only imagine what goes on in that brilliant mind of theirs..."
He brushes a few strands of hair from your face as he lays a soft kiss on your forehead, a small smile on his face before opening the doors to Ramshackle. The ghosts would've rushed out by now, but they seem to stop for a moment, watching him gently set you down on the couch.
"Is that... M-Malleus Draconia?"
"What's he doing here?"
"He better not have done something to the prefect"
They quietly chatter amongst themselves, the fae doesn't seem to notice or care at all as he bids you one last farewell before leaving.
#malleus fluff#disney twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland#twist#malleus draconia#malleus x reader#malleus x yuu#this was written at like 2 am on a rainy day#I listened to A Glimpse of Us x Pluto Projector for a bit too long 💀#fanfic
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Accio Pants
SUMMARY: That's right. Exactly what it sounds like.
In which - Ominis's theory about Accio is finally used on clothes. Inspired by: this beautiful fanart here (preview in the fic for reference- but pls give love to this most delicious work by @yoshitsuno)
Ominis, Theo, and Sebastian find ways to pass the time during a rainy day. Including some Ominis Fluff. Naughty Banter with Sebastian. Theo being a lady in the streets but a freak in the sheets like the Hufflepuff SHE IS.
Lots of banter, with hints of smut (that I may actually expand on later on when i'm feeling more determined), but in the mean time just got carried away with giving them a little banter moment :3 (ERM...esp since I'm working on more angsty one shots, and keep avoiding the hurt with more mindless goodness like the below but anywhooooo)
Enjoy!
It had been a rainy, uneventful, day at Hogwarts that spring afternoon.
Because of the storms happening outside, Theo, Ominis and Sebastian had found most of their usual activities had been cancelled.
The usual ones…quidditch, beasts class …as well as the other extracurricular types they had been dabbling in recently..i.e hunting down poachers, killing spiders, trolls..fighting goblins... In other words, most of the things that cured them from insufferable boredom.
So…they certainly had to find some other way to pass the time didn’t they?
Theo had already been bothering Ominis all day to do something, until he finally convinced her to join him in the library. As much as Theo wanted to attempt to be responsible and catch up on their assignments for Professor Binn’s class, she was finding it near impossible not to nod off.
They had hunkered down in the corner of the library just adjacent to the spiral staircase, and far away from the librarian - thank Merlin. Theo balanced her heavy head on her hands, casting annoyed looks in Ominis' direction.
“You know…I don’t have to see you to know you’re not actually doing your work, Theo.”
Ominis drawled as his hands continued to move along his own texts, not pausing even to scold her. “Get back to work.” He commanded.
So she grumbled, but tried again…for the next few minutes. Until eventually, she became bored again.
“Ominis..” She urged in a hush tone, with no reaction from him. She eyed the immediate vicinity for Scribner, and the old librarian was, luckily, still no where near their little corner.
“Ominis..” She hissed again. He had officially gotten into the zone, and was so focused on the way his fingers had trailed over the text that he, again, made no acknowledgment of her insistent pressing.
She rolled her eyes. She swore when Ominis got this focused on a subject, he might as well have been miles away. He had no sense of anything around him, especially his partner who was becoming increasingly unfocused.
She reached over suddenly, her attacking fingers assailing a ticklish grab at his sides to get his attention.
The blonde’s body jerked in shock, falling against her and letting his book fly right out of his hands.
“MERLIN'S BLOODY BALLS”
His alarmed scream erupted across the room as his text landed with an unceremonious thump.
Theo stifled a snort of laughter. She had forgotten that Ominis tended to startle easily, when in focus mode. But she hadn’t expect that to fly out of his mouth.
His shouts had echoed painfully through the library, with several students turning to look at them.
He huffed briefly in frozen terror, before sliding a devastating glare towards Theo’s direction.
“People are staring ….aren’t they?” He hissed, as the color rose to his cheek. Theo felt instant remorse at her teasing, her own face flushing in shame. He was more apt in picking up sensitivities, lacking the one sense he didn't have…but he didn’t need it to know what was going on.
“I do hope you have the decency to at least look ashamed, Devlin.” He hissed at her, knowing she was already feeling the need to make it up to him.
She picked up his book for him, placing it back in his hand and leaning her head on his shoulder in attempt to get back in his good graces.
“OH. I am so sorry Ominis…I promise I’m very, very ashamed. Picture the absolute definition of shame and that is my face right now…but at least your glorious exclamation saved us all from the threat of falling asleep from the boredom of these assignments…” She teased gently with a more loving tone, attempting to make amends.
The silver haired boy’s face allowed a small smile at her jest, despite himself. He always seemed to have a most annoying soft spot for her, and Sebastian…. And Anne.
When he was lost in thought, it was often about Anne. So, yes, he let himself get lost in his thoughts a lot, as if it was some pathetic attempt to get back at her.
And no…he hadn’t cared too much about Binn’s assignment, but Theo had shocked him out of a rather long train of thought he had been lost in about when he might see Anne next. He missed her so much. And even Binn’s assignment couldn’t distract him from that.
“It is is a rather tedious lesson isn’t it? The assignment?” He lamented finally.
“Yes it is…” Theo confirmed, wondering curiously where else his mind had went at that moment.
“…But apparently not tedious enough for you to not even hear me trying to get your attention…?”
Ominis poked her forehead with his finger, effectively throwing her off balance in retaliation.
He deflected, naturally.
“You can’t sit still for more than 10 minutes” He scolded. “I swear you’re worse than Sebastian. I’ve had to train myself to ignore you both out of necessity or else I would never get anything done.”
“Ouch.”
Despite the jests, they both chuckled at in comfortable, quiet laughter.
“Where is our dear old boy, by the way? Aren’t you the one that’s supposed to be keeping an eye on him this week, hm?.”
Ominis said playfully, knowing very well that the reason there had been so much less angst between the three of them lately had been because his two friends were, essentially, banging out that angst every moment they could.
Everything he knew, he knew against his will…but he had heard the tension in his friends voices, that were only to be replaced by senseless rambling after they had returned from a ‘session’ in the undercroft. He could tell in the way Theo lovingly called Sebastian a fool, or the way that Sebastian said her name... unnecessarily, and often, as if just to hear the sound of it.
While he could do without the mental images- he was at least happy to no longer be their referee.
Theo sat up suddenly.
“Merlin’s Beard - I am such an idiot. I was supposed to meet him in the Undercroft 30 minutes ago.”
Ominis made an exaggerated sigh.
“Back to the Undercroft again? What a surprise.” He exclaimed, dryly…really not shocked at all.
He sighed. “I’m sure in those 30 minutes he was alone, he probably has somehow found himself some other dark artifact to keep himself entertained, while also threatening all of our sanity in the imminent future.”
Theo laughed nervously as she hastily gathered her books.
“Wouldn’t put it past him actually now that you mention it…he has been particularly infatuated with something called Pandora’s Box lately…?” She said breezily, pressing a quick his to her dear friend’s forehead.
Ominis stuttered. “Devlin! What did you say? Are you …hey..get back here! You BETTER be joking…”
She just laughed as she called out.
“Don’t worry Ominis - like you said... my week to chaperone. I’ll send you an owl later to compare notes before Binn’s class?”
Ominis grumbled as his friend went. They were going to exhaust him before he even graduated.
Reluctantly, he returned back to his books, but despite his best efforts, distraction never came, and his mind kept going back to that one thought.
That he wished so badly that he could be the one rushing late to meet someone. And that that someone was Anne.
Instead, they were separated by hundreds of miles, and words left unsaid.
So…he did all he could do. He turned to the book again for more useless reprieve.
~~~
Theo stumbled into the Undercroft to find a particularly annoyed Sebastian waiting for her.
“Forgotten about me already, have you?” He sulked dully, his arms crossed and full lips pouting. Theo sighed. He could be so dramatic.
“Sebastian - don’t be greedy. I was studying with Ominis and lost track of time.. I have things to do outside of being summoned here by you, you know.”
“Well. …” He said, with false affront, “Now I’m definitely starting to feel left out….”
He came up to her suddenly, grabbing and pulling her to him. His mouth lifting at the corner in a way that made her want to kiss it.
“You’re always welcome to join us...” She murmured as she settled in his embrace. He seemed to raise an eyebrow at that.
“As much as I love spending time as the three of us…sometimes I want you all to myself.” He leaned forward, giving her a sharp nip on her ear. “Can you blame me?”
She shivered, but pushed him off of her.
“You’re incorrigible. Barely here five minutes and you’re already trying to leave more snake bites on me..” She teased him as he crossed his arms proudly.
“It’s one of my favorite pass times, yes.” He confirmed smugly.
She drew out her wand then, and he eyed her curiously.
“I think it’s been making you slightly rusty on your other spell work, Sallow. You’re too…distracted…” She swished her wand, and the next thing he knew she had cast Leviosa and flipped him upside down.
Despite the disgruntled sound of protest, Sebastian still kept his arms crossed as he glared at her in her hold.
“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” He mumbled, his hair askew and robes hanging down around him. She stifled another laugh.
“Can you blame me? I am the school dueling champion after all…and it seems like that’s a title I won’t have to defend from you anytime soon.” She leaned closer to him, helpless in the hold, giving him a nip on his lips. Despite hanging in midair, he released a small groan.
“Seems a rather confident claim, Devlin.” He growled, before drawing out his own wand, realizing himself from her cast.
On his immediate reunion with the ground, his wand whipped out at attempt at Expelso, but not before Theo could beat him to it.
“Accio!”
She shouted as he shifted just slightly at the most inopportune moment. Her spell cast missed his wand, hitting Sebastian’s robes instead.
Next thing she knew, he was shirtless, and she was holding his robes.
His face looked up to her in shock, and all she could manage was a very dignified giggle.
“Erm..”
She blushed suddenly, as she eyed his bared and muscled (and also gloriously freckled) abdomen. At the blush AND the giggle, he threw a dangerous look in her direction.
That was it….
“Now, Devlin. Nothing you haven’t seen before…” He chided her lightly, prowling closer to her.
“…Accio? On clothes? How original.” He continued towards her, knowing full well whose that idea might have been.
“Guess you and Ominis really have been spending time together…” He said as cornered Theo, who was still frozen with his clothes in her hand. He reached her suddenly, using her distraction to back her up against the wall, placing one of his arms above her as he peered down at her. “Remind me to thank him.” He muttered dryly as she let out a small squeak, eyeing the shifting of his muscles as he leaned towards her.
“…You can thank him for both of us.” She muttered as her eyes pointedly dragged down his abdomen.
His eyebrow raised quizzically again, as his chest continued to rise and fall underneath her gaze, and despite it all, her eyes on him gave him a jolt of electric intensity.
“Hm. Are you planning on giving those back to me, Devlin?” He asked, as smirk spreading across his lips.
Her blush turned even deeper at that gaze. She knew where that look usually led.
“You know…I don’t know if I will.” She mused, leaning back further from him, robes firmly clasped in her grasp. She smirked giddily, not totally upset at the fact that she could currently admire a shirtless Sebastian Sallow, like she had many times before. She knew his body was surprisingly fit - his arms and chest toned from all the dueling he had been doing….but she never got tired of looking at it. And…the smattering of freckles and fuzz that led south was very tempting to fixate on. She forced her eyes upwards to him again, those brown eyes glinting with amusement.
He seemed to know the effect he was having on her, with the way he let his trousers hang lower beneath his hips, where the indentations of his muscle directed her attention further to what was beneath them. He rocked his hips against hers, using them to pin her place.
“…Is that so?” He questioned.
“Mhm. You know in fact…I have been learning how to draw together constellations lately….perhaps I can practice on those freckles of yours…with my tongue.”
Sebastian froze, before his mind reloaded and he managed to huff a laugh.
“Merlin’s Beard. You Hufflepuffs do like to surprise don’t you? You’re mind is becoming dirtier than mine, Devlin. I’ll have to be on the look out for you.”
“What gave that away?” She teased.
He continued to press towards her, not expecting today’s lesson to be all about the ways Hufflepuffs were apparently horny deviants, but also always loving that she surprised him. And she was his horny deviant. So yes…he was enjoying this game immensely. And he wouldn’t be lying if his thoughts weren’t going down the same damn path hers were.
“Hm. So how do you intend to keep me from my robes, then, Devlin?” He said in warning.
“Hmmm.. maybe I’ll just try them on for myself. I’ve been told I look good in green…” She pushed him away suddenly as he froze.
In the next second, her own robes dropped to the floor. Sebastian took a step forward, involuntarily, and for a split second, he drank in the site of her delicate body, unable to remove his eyes from it.
Just as soon as he was loosing himself in it, he found himself even more intrigued by the picture of her slipping on his shirt and his robe. His tie and jacket were clearly too big for her...somehow it was a delicious site to see.
“You’re a devious little thing, you know that?”He smirked, a sly glint in his eye as he moved closer, leaning until he was inches from her lips.
“Entertain me, Devlin... What must I do to ever get my clothing back?’ He mused sarcastically.
She watched his muscles shift as he moved towards her, a rise now straining against his trousers - the only article of clothing he still had on. She swallowed.
“Well… I suppose you could try and take them off of me yourself..” She whispered in delight at his face sparked in interest.
His smiled widened as he took in the sight of her, his eyes taking their time wandering around her body. The idea of being the one to take them back off of her, well…it was definitely something. As much as he enjoyed them on her, he’d enjoy them much more on the floor.
He smirked right back at her as if accepting her challenge, slowly backing her further and further against the wall.
”Hm. That shouldn’t be a problem…” He murmured.
She was slowly starting to lose the upper hand at the sight of those eyes, looking at her as if she was a meal and he was starving.
“You’re quite something when you’re putting me right where you want me.” He murmured, as she allowed him to press her closer to the wall until they were a breath apart, and his hands had found hers again, slowly raising them above her head.
“Well…”She breathed, raising her eyebrow. “Now you have me cornered, Sallow. You better hope I don’t cast Accio again and confiscate what’s left of your clothes.” She teased, her eyes darting down to his trousers threateningly.
“That doesn’t sound like quite a bad plan to me.” He brought his lips to her ear and whispered. “Maybe I’ll just go ahead and take them off myself.” He rubbed his hardness against her thigh as if she didn’t know what was begging there for her already.
The brush of his lips against her ear sent her into overdrive, as she whipped her eyes back to his. She was definitely breathing harder.
“Mm..maybe I’ll take them off first.” She flicked her want back out, ready to cast the spell.
He raised a brow at her, and his grin widened to a cocky smile as he almost went to still her hand again with his own. But instead, he lifted both of his hands up in surrender.
He glanced back down at her wand.
“Go on, then.”
His encouragement had her pulse fluttering, but she didn’t hesitate.
In one decisive movement, his trousers and anything underneath them were now marvelously out of the way.
She looked down and appreciated the gracious, and demanding, sight.
“Hm. Mr. Sallow…you seem to be lacking in patience today.” She teased with an edge of wanting and curiosity in her voice, her mouth watering at exactly what waited so impatiently.
He had no shame. He enjoyed her eyes on him as he stood there proudly, taunting her.
“On the contrary, Devlin, you made me wait 30 whole minutes…then proceeded to torture me with your spell casts…so remind me how I haven’t been patient?” His voice replied roughly, his arms still raised as his eyes roaming all down her body. “I’m quite at your mercy.”
She huffed a small laugh.
“Mercy? Who said I had any of that? Incase you’ve forgotten…I’m still wearing all your robes. And you haven’t done much to try and get them back.” She teased him again, as she leaned forward to nip at his neck, as his arms still remained raised.
“Well..” He smirked, allowing his arms to slowly lower themselves and trail down her arms. He leaned into kiss her, but stopped barely a breadth away from her lips. “You know… I was thinking, why don’t we just forget about the spells for now, and see if there are some other, more fun, ways to get you out of your clothes?
She swore she had to fight back a small gasp at the way he teased her. Instead, she swallowed slowly and tried to remember how to breath. It was hard to do at his nearness. “I…like the way you think..” She said, her voice shaking. His robes were slightly…large on her…and the way she shifted, it suddenly slipped off her shoulders. She let it stay as she watched his lips.
“Oops..” She murmured.
He smirked and brushed his thumb over her exposed shoulder in a gentle motion.
“Oh, no. What a tragedy.” He huffed, sarcastically.
She watched the way his thumb brushed against her skin, leaving goosebumps. She arched into him at the words he whispered alongside her ear. She had been effectively been melting under his touch for quite some time now. His hands were flitting over her abdomen now, his searching touches telling her how much more he wanted.
“Such a tragedy…” She murmured. “ I think the only way to fix the situation would definitely be for you to kiss me. Now. And good.” She gasped, pleading.
He didn’t’t hesitate. He grabbed her waist, and pulled her against him. His kisses were hungry. As he held her, he brought one of his hands up to cusp her cheek, as if to tell her that he would always give into her, in any moment of weakness or strength.
His other hand suddenly drifted down, and in the next instant his deft hands had pulled the robe off of her completely, revealing her bare figure to him. She gasped, and he gave her another devious grin, triumphant.
“Oh…look at that. I win…. Looks like you lost your title of dueling champion at last” He deviously breathed into her lips as she huffed a laugh.
“Damn you, Sallow.” She dragged him down to the floor then, despite his sounds of protest, showing him exactly what his prize would be.
~~~
Later on, while still laying on the robes they had fought over earlier, they jumped at the sound of footsteps entering the Undercroft - followed by a quite disgruntled exclamation from none other than the third part of their trio:
“MERLINS Beard. Why does it smell of sex every time I come in here now? You’re both savages…”
Theo begrudgingly noted she now had two things to make up to Ominis for…but at least her boredom was effectively cured for the day.
#sebastian sallow#sebastian sallow fanfic#sebastian sallow fanfiction#sebastian sallow x mc#hogwarts legacy#semi smut#ominis gaunt#shadow trio#rainy day banter#drabbles#sebastian sallow fic#hogwarts legacy oc#theo devlin#finally accio used on clothes#been waiting for this one#poor ominis
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14 / 38 / 48 for the Florence asks! ✨
Oooh, thank you so much! I will answer one here and do the other(s) in separate posts c: This gave me a push to finally finish fleshing out an idea that's been sitting for over a year, so double thank you for that! 💗
(Florence + the Machine Writing Prompts)
Hold Me Down
Summary: In the aftermath of Here Lies the Abyss, Cullen finds the Inquisitor alone at the edge of the camp.
(Elowen Lavellan/Cullen | 1,206 Words | CW: Blood, descriptions of shock/panic attack)
“Hold me down, I'm so tired now
Aim your arrow at the sky
Take me down, I'm too tired now
Leave me where I lie.”
—Florence + the Machine, “Sky Full of Song”
“—foremost priority should be seeking out and destroying any remaining demons who might have escaped the battle,” Cullen was saying to a scout as they walked, “take a group and scour the fortress for any signs, and then relay the information to Commander Rylen. He’s kept a troop in reserve for cleanup duty.”
“Yes, Commander,” the scout said, peeling off. Cullen paused as he saw an odd shape tucked between two tents and a stack of crates.
He knew the shape of that staff.
“Inquisitor?” he called, peering over the stack of crates. The shape shifted, turned slightly, and lifted its head.
Behind the cowl, her face was still spattered with blood; it was almost enough to obscure the pale lines of her vallaslin entirely, and what the blood didn’t smear was peppered with ash and dust. Her hands were set on her lap, just as filthy as her face, half-curled and limp. And her eyes…
“Lavellan?” he said, and she blinked, blood-clogged eyelashes sticking for a moment to her cheek. Her eyes did not come into focus.
Ah—he’d seen this before.
Cullen sidestepped the crates and crouched several inches away, leaving her room on the other side to get away from him if necessary.
“Can you hear me, Inquisitor?” he murmured quietly, and her bitten lips cracked open.
“I am fine.”
“That isn’t what I asked,” he said quietly, glancing over his shoulder when he heard movement in the camp. Just a pair of sentries wandering past. He returned his attention to the Inquisitor, whose attention remained fixed somewhere over Cullen’s left shoulder.
“Can you hear me?” he asked. “Do you know what I am saying?”
There was a long pause. He noted the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the way her blood-soaked hands trembled in her lap.
“...yes,” she said at last, her voice faint and flat.
“What do you hear?”
A soft gasp and her hands twitched in her lap.
“You.”
“And what else?”
She was still breathing too quickly. Cullen eased himself down until he was kneeling between her and the rest of the camp. If nothing else, he could shield her from their speculation. A meager enough offering, but it was one he would give her without hesitation.
“The…the tents in the wind.”
“And?”
“Metal on stone. People talking.”
“Good. What do you see?”
A frown collected between her brows and she slowly glanced at him to frown. That was good, too.
“Sand. Tents. The stars.”
“And?”
“Why?”
“Answer the question.”
She sighed, but her breath had slowed slightly.
“The crates. My…my hands,” her voice shook on the last word. “You.”
“Alright,” he paused, “Are you with me?”
“Yes, I…yes,” she moved to set her face in her hands and flinched when she saw them clearly. “I—it was…The Fade was…”
“We needn’t discuss it,” Cullen murmured, shifting onto his knees to tug the tail end of his cloak loose. “You don’t have to say anything now. May I see your hand?”
Lavellan extended one hand silently and Cullen pulled the cork from his waterskin to wet the crimson fabric of his cloak. He could not properly clean her skin here; he hadn’t carried soap with him, and the cloth of the cloak was not especially absorbent. Maker, he was covered in his fair share of grime after the battle. Even so, he could get the worst of the blood off. He knew all too well what it meant to have to deal with such aftereffects of a fight.
To be confronted with the concrete proof of what had happened.
Her hands shook in his grip, and they were cold even through the barrier of leather. Cullen pressed his lips together, trying to decide if he ought to offer his gloves. Would she take them from him? He could not guess either way.
“Is that any better?” he asked when he was done. Lavellan took her hand from him and peered at it in the flickering torchlight of the camp, curling and uncurling her fingers.
“Yes, I—thank you,” she said. She lifted the other hand slightly and froze with it there, hung halfway into the air. Cullen carefully reached out to take it, selecting a different section of fabric to clean the skin with.
Someone ought to be helping her properly. Someone needed to make sure she found a bath, food, somewhere soft to lay her head. After all he had seen of her, all he knew she had done, Cullen knew better than to think she was fragile. Even so—it tugged at him, to see her so shattered now.
“It had so many legs,” she whispered hoarsely after a moment. “Too many. I—I couldn’t—I should have—”
Her voice broke at the end, and when the Commander glanced at her he saw that tears had begun to clear some of the muck from her cheeks in clear, straight lines. They dripped from her cheeks black and red-brown, leaving tiny, damp circles on her coat.
“You’re here now,” he told her, holding her hand for a moment longer than necessary once it was clean. “You aren’t there anymore. It is done.”
“I let him die,” she said quietly, searching his eyes. “I—I told him to stay behind. It’s my fault. And the Divine—it’s my fault, Commander. All of it is.”
Cullen waited for her to continue, but she didn’t go on. She bit her lip again, staring at him. Ah—but what could he say to her now? There was nothing to be done about one’s past mistakes. He knew better than most what it meant to live with regret at one’s back. What to say? All he had was the words he gave his own soldiers when they’d made a mistake, and the words seemed ill-fitting here.
“Whatever has happened,” he told her, “I’ve no doubt that you made the best decision you could with the resources available to you.”
Lavellan withdrew her hand. Cullen let it go without protest.
“I…” slowly, the Inquisitor pulled her cowl down and away from her face. She ran her hands over the relatively clean plait beneath. “Thank you.”
It was recognition, but a dismissal as well. Not “thank you for thinking so,” but “please go away.”
Cullen tucked the soiled end of the cloak away and stood, careful not to move too close.
“If there is anything you need, Inquisitor,” he said softly. “Please—do not hesitate to ask.”
Lavellan inclined her head, but she’d turned away to stare out at the vastness of the dunes and stars beyond. Cullen exhaled slowly and moved to step around the crates. He halted when she spoke again.
“Cullen?” Elowen said; not Commander, for once, but his name. He turned to look at her and found her eyes, full of tears but clear and focused on his. “Thank you. Really.”
“Of course,” he said, and cleared his throat. “It was…my honor.”
Her eyes slipped away again, but her hands were clasped softly in her lap. Cullen straightened, gathered himself, and strode back into the camp beyond.
#elowen lavellan#cullen rutherford#cullavellan#cullen x lavellan#cullowen#prompt response#da fanfic#shivunin scrivening#i have been listening to this song all day bc it is rainy here#i started thinking about how elowen would actually handled the aftermath of here lies the abyss#so this is the canon version of what happened haha. if she did this first and not the winter palace#as opposed to the 'your fate for mine' version where she decides to just stay in the Fade so nobody else has to die for her
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Rainy Day
Cornelius is doing better now that he's been away for a while. The family vacation home is being put to good use.
Read Discovery-Recovery on -> AO3
Inspo -> Raincity by eksoka
I don't normally draw backgrounds so bear with me guys...
#art#my art#digital art#meet the robinsons#meet the robinsons au#discovery-recovery#cornelius robinson#d-r neil#fanfiction#ao3 fanfic#ao3#rainy day
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Heyyyy!!
Congratulations for the followers milestone!!
If the asks are still open, can I ask for a 'cuddles during a rainy day' trope with Kenshin? (Its not in your list but I thought it'd be cute♥) A fluff or comfort fic would be nice but you can make it you want. Thanks in advance!
Thank you for the request and I am sorry for taking so long to get to this. I hope it was worth the wait and that you enjoy it!
Lazy Day
Kenshin sat in a council meeting, a rather disgruntled expression on his face. Sasuke and the warlords of Kasugayama Castle had noticed that he had been even more stabby than usual… a term Sasuke had used to point out his lord’s foul mood.
After the council had finished, most of the men cleared out. Shingen, Sasuke, Yukimura, Yoshimoto, and Kanetsugu remained. “What is it?” Kenshin asked, glaring at all of them. “Are you all finally wanting a good battle?”
“No, no. Don’t even think of reaching for that blade.” Shingen replied.
“Though it is a beautiful blade.” Yoshimoto remarked. “It really is a work of art.”
“We’ve noticed that you…well you haven’t been very happy here recently, Lord Kenshin.” Sasuke pointed out.
“You’ve been lashing out more than usual.” Yukimura agreed.
“Is there perhaps something going on with you and our lovely goddess?” Shingen asked.
Kenshin glared. “MY goddess.” He corrected.
Shingen just smiled unaffected. “So it is something to do with her.”
“You know, I thought your foul moods would ease up once you two got together.” Yukimura quipped.
“There has been a significant decrease in KU’s since they got together.” Sasuke stated. “Though they have started to increase once again, which makes me believe that there is something up.”
“It’s nothing.” Kenshin said.
“There is something troubling the princess?” Yoshimoto asked, eyeing Kenshin. For someone who could seem so lackadaisical, Yoshimoto could be quite observant.
Kenshin sighed. “I can’t fight the sky.”
All of the men looked at him, dumbfounded for a moment. Shingen was then fighting off a chuckle as he looked at Kenshin. He however couldn’t keep the amused smile from his face. “Are you saying the princess has been feeling down because of the rain we’ve been having?”
“Yes, dammit and I can’t make it stop raining.” Kenshin replied. “She’s been wanting to go out for several days now, but the rain prevents it. If I could fight the heavens to make her happy, I would.”
“Wow…I can’t believe you got that out of him or even understood what he meant in the first place.” Yukimura said, looking at Shingen.
“You are a useful Kenshin translator.” Sasuke agreed.
“If anyone could make the heavens bend to their will it would be you, Lord Kenshin.” Kanetsugu spoke up.
“Don’t give him any ideas.” Sasuke said, just imagining having to pull Kenshin back from trying to stab a cloud or fight a lightning bolt.
“I think the solution is simple.” Shingen said. “You can’t go out, so just make some time for the two of you to spend together inside.”
“You know, in our original time,” Sasuke spoke up, “rainy days are perfect for doing nothing.”
“Your suggestion makes no sense, Sasuke,” Kenshin replied, pulling out his sword and holding it to his ninja’s throat.
Sasuke sighed. “That’s the third KU of the day.” He muttered before meeting his lord’s gaze. “What I am trying to say is, in our time, people will spend a lazy day together when it rains. Don’t get out of your night clothes. Maybe read…couples might…cuddle.”
“A lazy day?” Kenshin asked.
“Yes, a lazy day.” Sasuke replied.
Kenshin seemed to debate for a moment, enjoying the idea of spending the day with his love…he especially liked the idea of cuddling her all day. He sheathed his sword. “Alright, we’ll try this plan of yours.”
“I will take care of everything so you don’t have to worry about anything other than spending time with the princess.” Kanetsugu told his lord.
“Good.” Kenshin replied, his mood already seemingly improved.
The next day…
The Oda Princess groaned as wakefulness came to her and she could hear the sound of rain pattering outside once again. “Ugh…”
Kenshin’s warm lips brushed against her forehead. “What’s the matter?” He asked.
“It’s raining again.” She answered him, frowning slightly as she opened her eyes to see his handsome face.
Kenshin lifted his hand to caress her cheek gently. “I wish I could make the rain stop…”
“But you can’t so don’t try and fight the sky.” She said, a smile coming to her face at the thought.
Kenshin chuckled. “Alright…but my schedule is clear for the day. Sasuke suggested we could spend a lazy day together since it is raining.”
“A lazy day?” She mused. “That does sound nice.”
Kenshin smiled as he pulled her closer and kissed her gently on the lips. “I hope you’re prepared to not leave my arms today.”
“What do you mean?” She asked.
“Sasuke mentioned that in your time, couples will use a rainy day as an excuse to cuddle all day.” Kenshin answered.
The princess smiled. “That does sound nice.”
The maids were coming in to bring them breakfast then. The princess’s cheeks reddened at being seen by the maids cuddling Kenshin, but Kenshin felt no such shame. In fact his embrace only tightened, The maids bowed, smiles on their faces as they left.
“We should eat the food while it’s hot.” Kenshin said. “I had the cooks prepare all of your favorites.”
The princess smiled. “Thank you, Kenshin.”
The pair were crawling out of bed and going to sit down in front of their trays. When his lover went to sit beside him, Kenshin pulled her into his lap. “I told you, you are staying in my arms all day.”
She smiled, her cheeks reddening, but she was happy none the less. “Well…I do like the sound of that.”
The lovers ate their breakfast together, feeding each other and sharing kisses and the warm embrace. Afterwards they moved to the covered porch off of their room, Kenshin bringing a blanket and wrapping them up together.
The princess snuggled up with Kenshin as they sat watching the rain. “Hmm, this is the perfect way to spend the day.” She said. “I wish we could spend every rainy day like this.”
Kenshin kissed her cheek. “Whatever it takes to make you happy.” He said. “And keeping you in the cage of my arms is the perfect way to spend any day to me.”
She nuzzled into his chest. “I love you, Kenshin.”
“I love you, too.” Kenshin replied, pulling her close to share a deep kiss, pouring all of his love for her into the kiss. It was a simple and lazy day spent together, but it was the perfect way to spend it. Kenshin couldn’t imagine being happier. Never had he imagined that he would find doing nothing all day could be so fulfilling.
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