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Sagau Idea
I'm not that good with writing YouPoV's so there may be some odd usage of they's and thems then switching to "you"'s. this'll be stock full of typos so be warned
Mentions of injury, implied murder, blood, and implied cult
It's been a long while since I've gotten into Self-aware genshin aus, reading the fluffiest scenes to straight up gore. And theres this concept I saw about where the creator (basically, you) can make any oc come to life and help them out. (this one read it s really good. They also expanded on it go read it too its a really neat build-up on it. this one)
And as a DnD enjoyer as well... there's this idea thats been brewing in my head whenever i think back to it.
What if in Imposter!au where they're being constantly being hunted... after getting cornered in one of the nations (in the Chasm for example) they get desperate and try out an idea they don't think would work.
While resting after being in the brink of death(again) in a place Teyvat has helped you conceal, your thoughts wander. You think, why is there even a Creator? There isn't supposed to be one. That kinda concept just disrupts everything they know about the game. It's a ridiculous concept. In your delirious state, you think, "I wish that just disappears... Then i wouldn't be..."
Then you remebered the curious ability you've recently unlocked in your "adventures". The ability to create characters, with some limitations. It took you quite a bit to adjust to your newfound ability and its caveats, resulting in a few heartbreaking loss on the way.
But as a DnD player, overcoming the death of your beloved characters quickly is a mental fortitude you've developed. And it's handy that you've already made a few characters for your past sessions before landing in Teyvat. It saved you from being one-shotted right from the start.
Although now... You're down to only one left.
"... I'm so tired..."
The mental stress of being in a constant state of danger, paranoia, hunger, pain, and exhaustion have worn you down to a point where you can't even think up of more characters to make up for the one's that have recently passed. You slipped up so bad because of sleeplessness that your last capable party of characters died and a hole was speared through your gut too.
As you lay bleeding on the cold ground, with only a talking mushroom to keep you company, you wrack your brain to put together a proper character but... you really can't. You can't even think straight. Not with the recent information you've found out.
The so-called Creator is now creating their very own characters, their very own people/army, through alchemy, and is now sending them after you, thus increasing your hunters by double. And on top of the already powerful vision-holders (of course they're powerful, you made them that way), you figured... "Ah... I'm fucked..."
Knowing you might as well be as good as done now, you didn't even bother bringing out the last of your characters to heal you. It's not like healing yourself will make you forget about this lifelong trauma--
... Forget?
...
A fleeting thought.
A dumb fleeting thought. A very dumb one at that.
One that will for sure backfire in your face if you do it wrong. And quite frankly, it could spell the end for this world, even for the one they call Creator.
... But it's not like you have anything else to lose.
And so, within the dim light of the mushroom, you painstakingly start to write. Word for word, cramming everything information you know, as deatiled as you can make it into bringing it into life. A character you've never tried making before. Something that could possibly end your suffering. Or make it worse.
You honestly don't know if you're doing it right. After all, you've never tried something like it before.
"What are you making this time?' the ever so curious mushroom asked.
You grin, a manic look in your eyes. "Either my stupidest... or my brightest idea yet."
It's not long befere you finished. You gaze upon your finished product and you have to say... it's even more fleshed out than your best characters. And that quick sketch you drew... you swear those hollow eyes are following you already. That may be just the blood loss talking.
"That's... one ugly worm you've drawn..." The mushroom hums, like it can just see the monstrosity that you've created.
You chuckle breathlessly, looking almost solemn with what you're about to do. Well... it' not wrong. But...
"This is my kid. Their name is... Falseh. Get along well with them... okay?"
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The very ground trembles as the Lord of Geo strides through the dark tunnels, a dark look in his eyes and a spear in his hand. If his presence wasn't enough, the murderous intent rolling off of him in waves is enough to deter any beasts from crossing his path.
The imposter was last seen slinking around the depths of the Chasm by one of the Tianquan's agents. Although failing to execute the imposter the first chance they got with their incompetence, Morax have to commend the Qixing for being able to find them even in the depths of the earth.
For some reason, the land seems to reject his commands from time to time now. He was baffled as to why his beloved Maker is hindering him in fulfilling his given mission but he's just been informed that the land defiance of him is due to the imposter infecting the land with their vile abilities.
Now, he's even more hellbent on making sure to drive his spear through the imposters heart and presenting it to his Grace. He won't miss a second time.
His eyes sharpens as a he a cavern just up ahead, soft blue light spilling through entrance. Tightening his grip on his spear, the power of Geo gathers in his other, ready to skewer someone five times into death if he so wishes.
He steps through the entrance and immediately lands on a figure, leaning prone under a giant glowing mushroom. He relaxes a bit. He recognizes this place. It's a bit close to the Land of Verdure, Sumeru. He needs to be careful. He can't be caught flaunting his power on another Archons domain after all.
Approaching the figure, he gets a bit surprised as they twitch, looking up to him through their hair. They try to talk, but all they can manage are quiet wheezes.
'Oh. They're still breathing. That's good.' Zhongli kneels down beside them, looking them over. They look like they've been dragged through the Abyss and back. Their midriff is bandaged heavily but it's already bled through, forming a pool of their own blood below them. He frowns lightly. It must be quite a big injury if it's bleeding this much.
Wordlessly, he holds a hand over the injury and channels his power. He's not the most profficient in healing, but he should at least be able to stop the bleeding.
Mere moments later, he have plugged up the injury and the figure is now able to stand up.
"Th-Thank you so much Rex Lapis!" they bow down. Or at least, they bow down the best they can without opening their wound. "Any longer and I would've surely perished..."
Zhongli waves them off nonchalantly as he starts to walk back out the way he came. "It's best you get back to the surface. Your injury needs to be properly tended. And I can see that..."
His eyes drifts to the scattered bloody bandages and practically empty backpack. "You've run out of supplies. It is a virtue to you mortals to know when to give up. Remember that."
"Y-Yes sir Rex Lapis sir! I'll get back right away!" they start to quickly collect their things, haphazardly stuffing the bandages and handbook into the bag, being careful of their injury.
The Lord of Geo just watches for a moment before completely leaving, trusting that they won't make any stupid mistake and go back post haste.
After he has left, you pause in your packing, leaning against the mushroom and slowly sliding down with a shaky breath.
"Y-You... didn't you say he and the entirety of the world was hunting for you?" The mushroom hums in confusion, sharing your tension. "What was that? Heck, he was the one that put a hole through you and he healed you!"
You chuckle breathlessly, the manic look intensifying in your eyes as it dawns on you that it worked. That stupid idea of yours actually worked!
And if you can get to the Creator... you can make this whole concept disappear altogether. Forever.
Out of the corner of your eyes, you see it. A large mass of hairless flesh writhing about, multiple tentacle-like appendages potruding out of it. It's slithering it's limbs about, coiling around the mushroom and and back again, and around you as well.
But when you turn your head to actually look, there's nothing there. All you can hear is what seems to be muffled humming, an eerie tune listlessly flowing through the air (but somehow, the sound is the most comforting thing ever).
"Oh it's nothing. I think... he just heard something that made him forget."
#chaotic blabbing#spreadingchaos#genshin self aware#genshin sagau#genshin impact sagau#sagau#self aware genshin#sagau impostor au#sagau brainrot#sagau x reader#genshin isekai#A Creature That Sings A Song That Makes You Forget#shi its already 2 in the morning#I wrote this half asleep so dont be surprised if it doesnt make sense#Falseh is pretty easy to figure out#hint it starts with a false and it has multiple heads that can sing#its a homebrew guy but i really like 'im y'know
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“Three Poems for the End of the Year” (歲晚三首) Translation
(Happy Spring Festival/Lunar New Year/Chinese New Year to all! I thought this series of poems was a good introduction for certain traditions and customs surrounding the festival, so here they are, please enjoy!)
Three Poems for the End of the Year
By Su Shi (Song dynasty, 1062 AD, 11th century)
Exchanging gifts at the end of the year is called “gifting the year” (1); inviting others to feast together is called “sending off the year” (2); keeping vigil through the night of the eve is called “watching over the year” (3). Such are the customs in Shu (4) (5). Since I am now a government official in Qixia (6) and cannot return home at the end of the year, I am writing these three poems here for Ziyou (7).
Gifting the Year (1)
Each household’s harvest is now done, which will aid in the yearly event (8).
Worried about missing out on the festivities, people exchange presents freely.
The contents vary according to their place of origin, the poor gives little while the rich gives plenty.
An enormous carp lays across the plate, within the cage rests a pair of rabbits.
The wealthy displays extravagance, their embroidered silks glowing in lustrous hues.
The poor cannot afford the luxury, and opted for small gifts of pastries.
The official residence doesn’t have familiar faces, while the celebrations continued in the alleys.
I wish to celebrate with the customs of my hometown, yet there's nobody who will join me.
Sending Off the Year (2)
Faraway lives my old friend, reluctantly do we part.
Though people can return to visit, the years never will.
Where have the years gone? To the ends of the earth.
Off chasing the east-flowing waters (9), and into the timeless seas.
The neighbor to the east has the well-aged wine, and the neighbor to the west owns the fattened pig.
All for a day’s festivity, to compensate for the melancholy of the ending old year.
But never be consumed while mourning this loss, lest you forgo the fresh new year.
If one looks back while moving forward, old age and infirmity shall catch up.
Watching Over the Year (3)
The year shall soon end, a long snake swimming towards the gloomy depths.
Its slender scales already half out of view, who can hide its intention to leave?
And if one wishes to tie up its tail, though diligent this is still in vain.
Trying their best to fight off sleep, children play merrily into the night.
Wishing the morning rooster won’t crow, my anxiety grows amid the urging of the geng drums (10) (11).
Sitting through the night whilst petals of ash drifts from the lamp (12), the Big Dipper already askew when I stand up.
Will the New Year be absent next year? I fear what’s on my mind will be delayed again.
The youth who can cherish this singular night, their will and spirit are praiseworthy indeed.
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Notes:
“Gifting the Year”/饋歲/馈岁: refers to the custom of exchanging gifts at the end of the year.
“Sending Off the Year”/別歲/别岁: refers to the custom of feasting on the 29th day of the Twelfth month in order to “bid farewell to the old year”.
“Watching Over the Year”/守歲/守岁: refers to the custom of staying up through the entire night of the eve and the early hours of the first day of the new year; lamps and candles are also kept on or lit through the night so the light can rid the residence of all evil, pestilence, and illness in preparation for the new year.
Shu/蜀: name of a region; the archaic name of the region known today as Sichuan/四川.
The first two sentences in Su Shi’s introduction here are a direct reference to the records of New Year’s customs from the Jin dynasty (266 - 420 AD) book 《風土記》 by Zhou Chu/周處/周处. In fact, Su Shi’s description here is a paraphrase of the same information in 《風土記》: ”蜀之風俗，晚歲相與餽問，謂之餽歲。酒食相邀為別歲。至除夕，達旦不眠，謂之守歲”.
Qixia/岐下: refers to the foot of the Qishan/岐山 mountain in Shaanxi province/陕西省 today.
Ziyou/子由: courtesy name of Su Shi’s younger brother Su Zhe/蘇轍, the recipient of this letter.
Yearly event/歲事: implies the New Year’s festival, colloquially called “passing the year” (Guonian/過年/过年 or Dusui/度歲/度岁) or “yearly festival” (Nianjie/年節/年节), now known more widely as “Spring Festival”/春节 (this name came about in 1914 from an official document), “Lunar New Year”/农历新年, or “Chinese New Year”.
East-flowing waters: a common Chinese literary motif that refers to the passage of time; this is because both Yangzi River and Yellow River flow eastwards.
Geng drum: a drum carried by night watchers, called Gengfu/更夫; gengfu will sound the drum every Shichen/時辰/时辰 (1 shichen = 2 hours) during the night while he is patrolling the streets and on the look out for potential dangers like fires or robbers.
It should be noted that in the old times, age is calculated as “1 year old” at birth, and increases by 1 every New Year’s festival (the resulting age number from this traditional age calculation method is now called Xusui/虛歲/虚岁). This is reflected in the character sui/歲/岁, which means both “age” and “year”. This also means that in the old times, everyone has a birthdate, but there are no annual “birthdays”. Now we can understand Su Shi’s anxiety while waiting for the old year to end: he will be considered “1 year older” after the eve ends, which reminds him that he’s aging.
Petals of ash: refers to the ash left by the burning candle wick.
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Original Text (Traditional Chinese):
《 歲晚三首 》
[宋] 蘇軾
歲晚相與餽問為“餽歲”；酒食相邀呼為“別歲”；至除夜達旦不眠為“守歲”。蜀之風俗如是。餘官於岐下，歲暮思歸而不可得，故為此三詩以寄子由。
《 饋歲 》
農功各已收，歲事得相佐。
為歡恐無及，假物不論貨。
山川隨出產，貧富稱小大。
置盤巨鯉橫，發籠雙兔卧。
富人事華靡，彩繡光翻座。
貧者愧不能，微摯出舂磨。
官居故人少，里巷佳節過。
亦欲舉鄉風，獨唱無人和。
《 別歲 》
故人適千里，臨別尚遲遲。
人行猶可復，歲行那可追。
問歲安所之？遠在天一涯。
已逐東流水，赴海歸無時。
東鄰酒初熟，西舍彘亦肥。
且為一日歡，慰此窮年悲。
勿嗟舊歲別，行與新歲辭。
去去勿回顧，還君老與衰。
《 守歲 》
欲知垂盡歲，有似赴壑蛇。
修鱗半已沒，去意誰能遮。
況欲系其尾，雖勤知奈何。
兒童強不睡，相守夜歡譁。
晨雞且勿鳴，更鼓畏添撾。
坐久燈燼落，起看北斗斜。
明年豈無年，心事恐蹉跎。
努力盡今夕，少年猶可誇。
#my translation#chinese poem#poetry#chinese new year#lunar new year#spring festival#year of the rabbit#three poems for the end of the year#岁晚三首#苏轼
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Amitié
Book: The Royal Romance
Characters: Olivia and Kiara (friendship)
Word count:1404
Disclaimer: All characters belong to pixelberry.
Rating: Teens, fluff
Warning: Mention of death.
A/N: This fic is thanks to the chats I had with @lizzybeth1986 . When @choicesficwriterscreations brought the event You go girls, Lizzy's fav girl Kiara and my fav Olivia came to my mind and the result is this fic. PB has been careless about the trauma inducing behaviour of so many of its characters. One of them is Olivia who faced it t an early age. I wish she had a girl bestie like Kiara here to bring happiness in her life.
Prompt:
1. You go girls childhood, first day at school.
2. @choicesflashfics prompt 1 appears in bold
3. @choiceschallenge-may2023 promises, holding hands, crying.
Jackson, the head guard, was giving instructions to Sonia, the female guard appointed for the lone survivor and now the Duchess of Lythikos. He was stern and sounded scary from the point where the Duchess stood and stared at him.
His trained eyes detected some movement to his left and turned to find the little red head anxiously looking at him. His features softened immediately and he kneeled down to strike a conversation with her. "Good morning, your Grace." His rugged face crinkled as he smiled at her. "Are you ready for your first day at the school? Sonia here has been assigned to escort you to your classes."
Olivia's big green eyes shifted from Jackson to Sonia and back to him. She nodded but her eyes searched around. Jackson followed her gaze and then turned back to her, "Are you looking for someone?"
She nodded again but was not ready to say a word. He felt a pang in his heart for the poor child. He guessed her thoughts and said,"The princes have already left for school, your grace." He stood up when she shook her head in an 'Okay'. He produced his pointer finger for her to hold and asked, "Shall we?" He gave her an assuring smile.
Olivia looked at Sonia who smiled back at her. She then curled her little fingers around Jackson's stubby finger.
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The SUV drove them for some minutes away from the palace and halted near a building. It was the first time Olivia had moved out of the palace since she was shifted here. She got down after Sonia. She gazed up at the main building that was white. The four pillars in the front were brightly painted in primary colors. The right side had rows of shrubs planted with placards on them. Few children were busy watering the plants with their little pitchers. There was a playground with swings, slides and seesaws on the left. Most of the children were on the left side running around the sand covered play area.
Olivia was keenly looking to that left side but shied away when her eyes met a girl in a red dress who was waving at her. Sonia met a lady standing near the blue pillar and exchanged some words that Olivia couldn't hear clearly but Sonia stepped aside and the lady came ahead to exchange pleasantries with Olivia.
Once again, Olivia felt distant and didn't feel like replying. She maintained silence. After a failed attempt to strike a conversation with her, the lady, who introduced her self as Ms Menezes, walked her down to the play area.
The girl in red came running to greet the new girl in school. Her jet black hair was neatly braided into two plaits. Her dusky skin was shining under the sun. Her eyes were dark yet they were twinkling. "Good morning, My name is Kiara." She extended her hand enthusiastically.
Olivia looked between her hand and her welcoming smile. She turned to Ms Menezes who was giving her an encouraging smile. Olivia hesitated for a minute but opened up her palm. Kiara lurched ahead to grab her hand and shook it in excitement, sending a surprise wave through Olivia's tiny frame.
"What is your name?"
When Olivia didn't answer Ms Menezes spoke on her behalf. "She is Olivia." Kiara didn't wait further.
"Ms Menezes, Can Olivia come along to play with me?"
"Of course, Kiara."
"Come. Let's go." Kiara pulled the hand she was holding without asking and Olivia let Kiara drag her to the swing.
While Kiara giggled and laughed, Olivia remained quiet through the play. There was a fear of the unknown that lurked around her. She kept waiting for a mishap to happen. Her movements were calculated, her expressions were that of a lost child.
They played for another fifteen minutes before Ms Menezes called all of them in. They were all taken to the dining room. Kiara made sure to not leave Olivia's side. Once they settled in their seats, Kiara asked, "Do you like it here?"
Olivia gave a small nod.
"Did you go to school before this?"
Olivia shook her head.
"Did they teach you how to speak?"
Olivia's eyes widened. She finally uttered her first words, in her defence, "Yes. I know how to speak."
Kiara breathed a big sigh of relief rolling her eyes up and holding her tiny hands on her heart in a bit of melodrama. "Thank goodness. I thought I had been talking to a wall. Why are you so quiet?"
Olivia shrugged her shoulders. " I don't have much to share."
"That can't be true. My Maman says everyone has a story to tell. You just need the right place and person to say it."
Olivia had tears at the mention of mother. She had no one to call her family. Everyone was gone.
Kiara noticed and cupped Olivia's face in her little hands. " What happened? Are you missing your mother? Don't worry she will come back to pick you when it's time to go home." Tears spilled from Olivia's eyes on hearing this. "Don't cry, I am here. We can play till your mother comes back."
Olivia wiped the moistness away and straightened up. She moved Kiara's hand away to reveal the bitter truth. "I don't have a mother or a father or a family. All members of the Nevrakis family died two months ago."
Kiara jumped out of her chair. Olivia expected her to walk away. She had seen how people reacted when they heard her family name. She had heard people whispering loudly how her family had betrayed the country.
But to her utter surprise, Kiara's little arms embraced her in a tight hug. "I'm sorry." Olivia was a few inches taller than Kiara. She looked down perplexed at Kiara, who had her eyes shut tight and her head resting on Olivia's chest. It was unlikely that anyone would show concern. She had seen people ignoring her and their children avoiding her, except Liam.
He was the only one who cared. Olivia didn't know how to react. Kiara let out a soft sob. It made something shift inside little Olivia. She hugged Kiara back, not to gain sympathy from her but to comfort her. Suddenly, Olivia felt sad for hurting this peppy girl with the roughness of her unusual life. So, Olivia tightened her embrace, " I am sorry, too."
The girls stood there for sometime till Kiara felt better.
Once they settled back, Kiara asked, "Do you want to tell me more?"
Olivia was sitting with her head hung low, feeling guilty about spoiling the mood. She just shook her head. But Kiara was determined so she said, "I promise I won't cry. I will listen quietly."
Olivia raised her head, "Thank you. But I don't feel like talking about it. Can we talk about something else?"
Kiara knew better, how to react, how to change the glum mood. She got up, " Come, we will ask Ms Menezes if we can color some pictures."
Ms Menezes gave them some sheets and pastels. She was glad to see the quiet new girl involving herself into some activities, thanks to her star student, Kiara.
They colored rainbows and trees, birds and flowers. Kiara continued chatting, "Which one do you like most?"
"Rainbows."
"But we need to wait for rain to see that."
"Flowers?" Olivia chose another option.
"You need to wait for them to bloom."
"What do you like then?" Olivia asked.
"Trees!" Kiara promptly said. "They are always around to keep me happy. I don't have to wait for the rains or the spring."
Olivia brooded over this reply. Her brows knitted a bit and her lips pursed up.
"I like one more thing." Kiara interrupted her train of thoughts. "Smile. Your smile. You had it in the morning when you came to school. But when I waved at you, you stopped smiling."
Olivia looked puzzled. Was she really smiling? The poor girl had forgotten how to smile or laugh or even talk normally, since her parents.
Kiara seemed to be changing all that, "I’ll be damned if I don’t make you smile at least once today."
And just like that Olivia's glum face burst into a pleasant smile. A smile that little Kiara would keep bright always. A smile that will change the personality of the little Nevrakis into a welcoming one.
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Under the cut @faytalepsy tells us everything about how artistic process, juggling writing and drawing and her predictions for season 2!
If you’ve had the pleasure of meeting Fay, then you may already be familiar with the term “polymath”, even if you don’t know it. This term, coined in 1603 by Johann von Wowern, describes a person who is talented in many manners and fields of study. /*
I, for one, think that Faytalepsy - who’s a fanfic writer, digital artist, traditional artist, singer, actress and a biology major, among many other things - definitely qualifies for the title.
We have our interview on Thursday morning, after trying and failing to set up a meeting twice before because her schedule is beyond filled. Nevertheless, despite the hectic procedure that is setting up this meeting, Fay’s the type of person to put everyone at ease. So, despite our lack of familiarity, I feel myself slumping on my chair and relaxing as I hear her narrate the shenanigans happening in her current play - which is a romantic comedy that would be opening that weekend.
It’s listening to her mellow voice and calm personality that I ask her how long she’s been in fandom overall and, to my surprise, I come to learn she’s much younger than the way she sounds. She’s just starting college after a gap year and she’s been in fandom, actively, for something like seven or nine years, qualifying her as a creator who grew up in the internet, submitted to its critical eye from a young age.
Anyone who has put forward work to be reviewed by strangers online will know how nerve wrecking it is and yet, she tells me she’s entirely self-taught. Never took a single drawing course, definitely not one for writing either. No, Fay’s unbothered by the external criticism, because she’s a perfectionist and an overachiever. Art classes used to piss her off, because all they did were collages and she wanted to do more.
It’s this desire to see more and beyond that got her started into fanarts in the first place, she tells me. “I’ve always loved to draw, but I wasn’t really good at it, since I only did it in my free time. Being engaged with fandom forced me to practice more, because I wanted to draw the scenes I envisioned, but didn’t have the skillset for it yet. So I practiced and I practiced.”
I tease her about her type A personality and she doesn’t seem bashful or even shies away. Instead, Fay owns it up with pride, a true overachiever who tells me, “I’m definitely a perfectionist, but I don’t want to hold myself to ‘perfection' standards anymore, I want to have fun. A few years ago I was nearly mortified whenever I started something new, because I thought I wouldn’t be able to do it and then would become discouraged, but now I’ve grown and I've embraced having it be just ‘fun’ and not as perfect. I try loads of things and I will continue to do that, because you find a lot of things you enjoy and are good at, if you try a lot of things.”
Of course, this isn’t always easy and perfectionism still creeps up here and there. Her writing being the biggest point of contention.
“I have lots of unfinished works, such as the next chapter of “Sweet Nectar Of Life”, because I can’t post it like this. It isn’t perfect!”
This brings me to our next topic, a question sent in by not only @septemberrie, but also @lizzabet. With so many WIPs and different endeavors, how does she manage her time? How does she juggle so many works in progress?
She pauses, weighing the question carefully before explaining, “a year back I didn’t have a good balance. I wrote whenever I wanted to write, only drew when inspiration hit and then I’d go weeks without one or the other. Now I try to actively change that by sketching everyday for 5 or 20 minutes. I don’t want to have too much time pass between publishing new fic and releasing new art, I want to keep a steady progress. If you let weeks pass before you look at your art again, then it’s easy to feel demotivated, because when you come back, you’ll find a bunch of mistakes. So now I really don’t allow myself so much time in between those.”
With such discipline and so many projects, I ask her how she decides to make the leap and upgrade a concept from mere “idea” to “work in progress”?
“Oh, I just write whatever I want to write,” it's her easy answer, “Sometimes one gets neglected for the other, but that's alright. I have a folder for all my works and every once in a while, I switch the documents around, so I can visually see what I have to work on next. Still, even then, it depends on inspiration. For example, some of my multi chapters were never meant to be multi chapters, they just spiraled into it.”
And how’s your writing process?
“It depends. Usually I have an idea, in Yield I just knew I wanted to write something about them sparring. Then when I have some down time I try to think about how to link the scenes and how they develop. Sometimes I write down the first scene that popped to mind and then later I come back and link the scenes together. Sometimes I have a plan, for example in my multi chapter fics, I always knew what I wanted to happen. I’d write down the topics, like “nightmare”, and then write the scene from that. The writing process itself is a little chaotic. I do always try to have one chapter be at least 1,5k words, because I think it’s the necessary amount to develop the plot. My optimal word count per chapter is between 2k and 3k.”
Her writing process is very clear cut, incredibly methodical. I ask her if her approach to the characters is equally ruled, if she tries to write them to follow canon or if she allows herself to steer away from canon, in the name of fanon and entertainment.
I can almost hear her shrugging, as she answers, “I don’t think anyone has the 100% true to canon grasp of the characters. I try to do my take of them, which while close to canon, can move away if the situation asks for it. For example in Checking The Inventory, where Farah and Saul make out in the closet, I don’t think it would happen in canon, but I was willing to do it in my own writing. Regardless, one thing I enjoy about Fate’s loose writing is that it gives us a lot of freedom to play with.”
And how does Faytalepsy interpret Farah and Saul in canon, how does she envision their relationship?
“I don’t think that in canon they’re romantically involved, they wouldn’t dare to take that step. However, they clearly both care about each other, because they went through so much, and both have this desire to be more than a friendship. They have roles to fulfill and responsibilities, so they’d be waiting for the right moment and this moment never comes,” she pauses then and I ask about inspirations, which seems to tip Fay to continue on her previous answer as she stitches the ending, “I’m not sure how my interpretation of their personalities came to be, but probably through reading other people’s fanfics and chatting about it.”
Because all art is referential, a constant taking and picking from other, never ending telephone game. Nevertheless, even in this eternal game of telephone that is producing content, especially transformative works such as fanfic and fanarts, you can see a person’s personality shine through. In Fay’s case, her fanfics are lyrical, emotionally loaded and incredibly immersive. Fay’s works will suck you in a character’s head space and you’ll come out dizzy with her beautiful descriptions and her ability to put a character under the microscope. Her fanarts are filled with color, dramatic lighting – look no further than this drawing of silrah in a dramatic sunset – and very sensual, showcased by the many many drawings of Saul almost worshiping at Farah’s altar — such as here.
Her drawing and painting inspirations are diverse, a mismatch between indie instagram artists and the grand masters, because she really loves walking through museums. Nevertheless, if she had to pick one piece, it would be Van Gogh’s Starry Night.
Always the overachiever, though, she has projects still waiting for the perfect moment to happen, the perfect “skill set” as Fay herself puts it. One example being a painting of Saul in his cell after he’s captured, with Farah’s ghost appearing in the cut outs of the moonlight, which leaks in through the bars before him.
What about her expectations for season 2? Or even, the hanging conflict between Andreas and Saul?
Her answer, very much as her art, is dramatic:
“I want to see Sky kill Andreas and ultimately choose Saul as his father. In fact, I want to see Sky killing Andreas more than Saul killing Andreas. I wonder if all those years in isolation made Andreas a little crazy… I want to see Saul struggle with what Sky did, but eventually for him to realize he did the right thing by killing Andreas. In regards to season two… First of all I’m really afraid. I love Farah and I’ll spend all my wishes on her coming back. I’m really excited to see in what direction the show goes and to learn more about Rosalind and what her goals are. I’m not as interested in the teenagers, shocking I know, but because I’m not as emotionally invested, I’m open to a lot more things. I really want to see what’s going to happen with Beatrix. She has the potential to become Rosalind’s henchwoman or to turn against Roz and I like either option.”
We then move onto the quick fire questions, the one she doesn’t have as much time to ponder over and definitely my favorite part of the interview, seeing as sometimes you can see a person shocked by their own answer.
What is she expecting from Saul’s character development in season two? (It’s important to note, this interview happened before the trailer had been dropped).
She hesitates, “expecting or wishing for? Wishfully expecting, given that he shows up at all, I want him to face his demons. He’s been suffering from it, but he just projected it all onto Sky. He hasn’t really worked through his trauma and now he’ll be forced to do it. I really really want to see him grow more into the role of a father to Sky, accepting that over the years he has raised Sky. Of course, I want to see how he deals with Farah’s death, I don’t want this swept under the rug. I can’t say what I expect there, because we’re all in the dark when it comes to Farah… Oh and I want him to survive!”
Talking about Farah, does she believe they’ll manage to bring her back?
Now there’s no hesitation, seeing as it is the number one question on this side of the fandom, the most pressing question in almost any social media when it comes to Fate.
“I really want to believe it. Because I love Farah and she’s basically the whole reason I watch the show, but I really don’t want to hope as much, because then I’ll be disappointed. Silrah and Farah have been really popular, so it could be that they saw that and worked her in. I don't think they had it planned from the beginning though,” the ever realistic Fay's got her hopes down and her feet firmly planted on the ground, “I hope there will be at least an attempt to bring her back. What about the ethics of bringing a person back from the dead? I don’t care. Personally my headcanon is that she hasn’t really died, as in the cartoons where she’s transformed into a tree. In case she really is dead, though, and they bring her back, then I think the repercussions must be more severe. I don’t want a zombie, but I do want to see some consequences from that act alone.”
What is it that she enjoys writing about silrah the most?
“I think the thing I love about silrah most is the chance to portray the pining… The longing. The scene that inspired me the most in the canon is the scene at the end of episode 2, when they’re alone in the office. Having trauma but still going out of your way to care for those you love. The aspect I like writing most is angst, in one of my first fics, “Fighting For You” - there’s a scene where he realizes she’s in danger and Farah is fighting for her life, Saul thinks she’s going to die, and all this despair and suspense melts away as he finds her. That uncertainty, the pain and then the subsequent melting off… That’s what I enjoy writing.”
I hit her with the dreaded question among creators, but Fay isn’t daunted by it - she embraces it, with a vivacity that’s present in all of her creations, including in this interview. Fay is just one of those people whose confidence, or rather, bravery, is inspiring.
Which work is she most proud of?
“I really liked one of the earlier paintings I did of them dancing, because it was there I realized my art had come a long way from when I started. Also the one I did for the winxsource prompt of Farah and Rosalind. For fanfic this is much harder. I’m really proud of The Seventh Grave. I enjoyed writing Yield and Sweet Nectar of Life, but especially Fighting for You, because it’s been my longest fanfic and, since it is still ongoing, it’s my companion.”
What about her three favorite fic tropes?
“Slowburn, enemies to lovers… There’s only one bed”
And three tropes she despises?
“I don't like forced marriages… Sometimes they’re written really well and I do enjoy it, but it’s hard to come by. I don’t understand the hype with coffee shop AUs and I really don’t care about pregnancy fic.”
When it comes to writing, any specific inspirations?
“Oh anything by @septemberrie - Skye - and specifically “The Grief That Does Not Speak”, written by Sae_G. All of their works are amazing. I do have to say that I’ve read every single silrah fic that is out there, so all these crumbs, they’re a big part of what inspires me when writing these characters.”
And finally, does she want to shout out to anyone?
Her answer is heartwarming, but Fay drives home how incredibly wise she is too as she says,
“A general shout out to everyone who reads my stuff. I do primarily write for myself, but I love reading through all these comments. Reading through them makes me happy and validates, all over again, what I do. A big shout out to everyone who’s in the discord server, this amazing community we’ve built, and for everyone who talks about silrah,” then with a chuckle, “and for my sister who’s always very rude when I’m drawing.”
- Interview written by @skloomdumpster | Jo
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I'm sorry I didn't do part 3, I was busy 😅
Anyways, Adventures of 6 year old Akainu, 9 year old Kizaru, and Baby Aokiji
*The next day*
A: *yawns* Another day dealing with a dumbass
*Young Kizaru walks out of his tent holding Aokiji*
A:...Make that 2 dumbasses.
K: Morning Zuki! Wanna go fishing?
A: 1, we have enough food. 2, we don't even have fishing rods
K: 1, for fun. 2, we can use our hands.
A: 3, we all ate a DF and we can't get wet without feeling weak
K: 3, good point and who said we're using our DF?
A: I-
K: I thought so, now, let's eat breakfast and go to the pond
K: Alright, Kuzan can't get wet and since u keep complaining, u have to take care of him.
*Sakazuki didn't hear it*
*They all eat breakfast and went to the pond*
K: Alright, there's some fishes over at the right side so I'm just gonna he-
A: Caught one!
K: Awesome! Now- wait- HOLD UP
K: AREN'T YOU SUPPOSED TO BE LOOKING AFTER KUZAN?!
A: Wdym? I thought you were looking after him since he hates me
...
A & K: OH SHI-
*They both ran back to the tent Kuzan was in*
K: KUZAN?!
Bb A: *playing with sticks inside the tent*
K: Oh thank god you're alright!
K: *looks at Akianu* I told you to take care of Kuzan!
A: Hey man I couldn't hear you! I was too focused on catching fishes!
K: *mumbling* You could've heard better, deaf hot-headed idiot.
A: HEY! WHAT DID YOU SAY LEMON HEAD?!
K: I SAID YOU COULD'VE HEARD BETTER DEAF HOT-HEADED IDIOT!!
A: OH U WANNA FIGHT YOU BASTARD?!
K: IF THAT SETTLES THIS THEN YEAH I WANNA FIGHT!
*Kizaru puts Kuzan back in the tent for safety*
K: I AM SICK OF U BEING AN OUTRAGEOUS DICKHEAD!
A: SAYS THE ONE WHO KIDNAPPED A BABY!
*They started to fight, which led Akainu's magma DF to burn one of the trees and started a forest fire*
K: H-Hey Zuki! Don't use that much power! You're burning the trees!
A: YEAH RIGHT TRYING TO TRICK ME INTO STOPPING AND LOOKING! WHAT A COWARD!
K: NO! I'm serious!!
A: YEAH I'M NOT GONNA FALL FOR THAT.
*Kizaru places a blow on Akainu which made him fall and into a tree, which Kizaru makes his chance to run at the tent where Kuzan was in and take him out*
K: *mind: Shoot..the fire already spread to the village we robbed yesterday.*
A: OI YOU BASTARD! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING WALKING AWAY FROM A FIGHT!
*Akainu runs at Kizaru, leaving him nowhere to run since the burning falling trees are blocking the way*
K: *mind: DAMMIT- I don't wanna die from a 6 year old!*
*While running, Akainu notices the burning trees and stops in front of Kizaru*
K: See?! The trees are burning bcs of your magma!
*Akainu scoffs and walks to the shore of the island*
*A few minutes later, Marines arrived and put out the fire*
*Kizaru sits beside Akainu while holding Kuzan by the shore*
A: What do you want lemon head.?
K: I want an apology.
A: Sorry to burst your bubble pal but you ain't getting one.
K: *sigh* I know how much you look up to your heroes, the Marines, but you're not even at an age where you can join the marines!
A: So?
K: So? I'm telling you that you shouldn't be like a Marine and follow Marine rules. You're still a kid, you should live like one
A: I don't care what you think! I will train hard day by day and there's nothing your smart ass can do about it.
...
...
K: Well, you do you Zuki. You do you..
A: *sigh* Fine. I'm sorry that I caused a fire, didn't listen to you, and took the fight to seriously.
K: That's why listen to your eldest is a rule
A: It's just that- I promised someone I would become a Fleet Admiral and be the strongest marine ever, and I don't wanna break a promise.
K: Yeah yeah I understand, wanna go and tease the Marines on the island a bit?
A: Hell yeah! Bring Kuzan a long! We could trick them into thinking its snowing
K: He makes Ice, not snow
A: Same thing!
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First Day For Autumn, Zama!!
"Morning Musume '22 25th ANNIVERSARY CONCERT TOUR ~SINGIN' TO THE BEAT~"
It was our first day!!!!!!
Thank you very much!!!!!
😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚❤️
Its kinda like,
You can finally see,
what we had been preparing for this time......
Its exciting like,
now its time to release it!!!!!!!
We can convey it even if you can't make noise in the audience,
it gets exciting like, here its that song--!?
It was thrilling,
With feelings of I wanted to meet-- and,
thank you-- flowing in,
like, I gave it all that I had and it was received--!
That is,
It makes me really feel like an idol,
I'm living as a Morning Musume--,
I think that when doing lives after all,
I loveeee itttt!
🤤❤️
.....that is,
my mind is super buwaa--- right now 😕 lol
Eehm,
First off, really,
Thank you very much for the lots of support!
We've also been receiving support since starting rehearsals!
Thank you very much!
We welcomed our first day like this,
Everyone who was waiting for us,
giving us applause,
and seeing everyones smiles,
it felt like something quite happy 🍀
During the rehearsal period as well,
I was watching the members a lot,
The members shine even more when,
in front of all of the fans after all,
It makes me really happy 😌❤️
I also think I was shining
🤭 Fuha
Sakurai Rio-chan joined,
and its the first day of her first tour,
Her once in a life time experience today has ended,
She is sound asleep now-- 🤭🤎 fufufu
Thanks for your hard work ☺️🤎
Also,
Its the last tour for Kaga Kaede-chan!
I'm supppperrr watching for,
lots of Kaedy smiles and,
cool Kaedy's too 👁️👁️
Its this way for other people,
and for myself,
I'm troubled as there are too many places I want to watch 😕 lol
Its kinda like,
The number of performances and the number of seats,
are already a fixed number but,
For those lots of people,
I hope we can send out our power as we are now 😌❤️
9/24 (Sat) Afternoon Harmony Hall Zama Dai Hall
10/1 (Sat) Evening TACHIKAWA STAGE GARDEN
10/2 (Sun) Evening TACHIKAWA STAGE GARDEN
10/8 (Sat) Evening NHK Osaka Hall
10/9 (Sun) Evening NHK Osaka Hall
10/15 (Sat) Evening Nippon Tokushutogyo Shimin Kaikan Forest Hall
10/16 (Sun) Evening Nippon Tokushutogyo Shimin Kaikan Forest Hall
10/22 (Sat) Afternoon Sendai Sunplaza Hall
10/23 (Sun) Afternoon Morioka Shimin Bunka Hall Dai Hall
10/29 (Sat) Afternoon Kissei Bunka Hall Dai Hall (Nagano)
10/30 (Sun) Afternoon Nagaoka Shiritsu Gekijou Dai Hall
11/3 (Thurs) Evening Fukuoka Sun Palace Hotel & Hall
11/5 (Sat) Afternoon Kitakyushu Soleil Hall
11/6 (Sun) Evening Hiroshima JMS Aster Plaza Dai Hall
11/12 (Sat) Afternon Sapporo Bunka Geijutsu Gekijou hitaru
11/13 (Sun) Afternoon Sendai Sunplaza Hall
11/23 (Mon) Afternoon/Evening Pacifico Yokohama Kokuritsu Dai Hall
11/26 (Sat) Evening Fukuyama Geijutsu Bunka Hall (Hiroshima)
11/27 (Sun) Evening Saijo-shi Sogo Bunka Kaikan
Lets run through it together!!!
Today was the first day but,
Those that are going to come and see it from now on---,
aren't there are lot of you still!
Aah! I'm so looking forward to you seeing it--!
I'm sparkling with excitement waiting for you
I took this wild one after the performance
Isn't it amazing that my head is the only thing shaking and not my whole body (?) lol
Todays Daily Photo 🐣
see you ayumin <3
https://ameblo.jp/morningmusume-10ki/entry-12766016592.html
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The Emptying God, Part 2: Incarnation
Part One
The Incarnation is a central pillar of Christology, the name for the investigation of the Christ. It is central because its central implication is that creation is fundamentally good. The eternal Logos could become a human being, and through that human being become the Christ, the union of Jesus and Logos, human and divine, because the human being is made in God's image already, and because the breath of Life is the Spirit within us. Contrary to the despicable doctrine of Original Sin, the image of God and the Breath never went anywhere.
One of the unfortunate side effects of heresy hunting is the anxious defense of specific theological and philosophical minutiae by the church's apologists, as if we can explain how any of this works to the degree that one must be persecuted for not saying just the right magical formula to ward off Inquisitions. In order to hold off Docetics and Monophysites, orthodox formulation has held that within Jesus there is a "hypostatic union" in which both the human and the divine aspects are held as together, but also separate. This is supposedly to prevent a "confusion" between them. We can't have people thinking that God ever actually touches humanity or that the human and divine natures were in actual union.
Thus is the insidious side effects of the dualism orthodox theology likes to pretend it doesn't have between material and spirit. If you want to uncover a Christian's hidden dualism, just ask their opinion of the "Piss Christ." Growing up, I heard nothing but horror stories about the art piece in which an artist had submerged a crucifix in a jar of piss. The evangelical world was outraged at this scandal. It was often held up to me as the decadent perversions par excellence of the secular humanist world. Only, the artist was making a point about the Incarnation. If the Son of God pissed in the morning when he got up, what is the problem here? But Christians don't like to think about the human things the Logos had to experience in daily life. Their mental picture is a man aloof from worldly stains floating through the world without being soiled or befouled by the carnal aspects of embodied life, just like the gnostics they claim to oppose.
As I've said, human beings are already in the image of god and our literal breath is the Life of the Spirit. The human and the divine are *already* intermingled. What exactly is the Incarnation if not God becoming human? Intermingling is, I believe, the point of the whole business. And God became human, emptied the Logoself utterly and identified Godself not just along side humanity, but now from within. God experienced our subjectivity in the Incarnation. And, in the ancient Orthodox formulation, "God became man so that man might become God." This sounds like quite a bit of intermingling, but the Church has shied back in terror of any hint of merging the human and divine, and thereby missing the whole point.
Masao Abe uses the concept of kenosis to bridge the gap between humanity and God, though the indwelling experience of the Logos in the present moment. "Who can properly and legitimately talk about the Logos and its preexistence without its revelation to the person? Is it not that only a person who receives revelation can properly speak of the Logos and its preexistence.... The "preexisting" Son of God must be realized right here, right now, at the depth of our present existence, as the self-emptying Son of God. The Son of God becomes flesh simply because the Son of God is originally self-emptying." (10-11).
Abe is profoundly correct in linking the objective kenotic Christ to our inward experience *of* that kenotic Christ by the one who speaks about Christ. Otherwise, their knowledge is merely an abstract, rationalist theological system. "There can be no Son of God existing merely as "the Son of God" apart from us. Without encountering it, one can talk about the ... Logos only theoretically or theologically" (10).
"Consequently," he writes, "we may reformulate the doctrine of Christ's kenosis as follows: The Son of God is not the Son of God (for he is essentially and fundamentally self-emptying): precisely because he is not the Son of God, he truly is the Son of God (for he originally and always works as Christ, the Messiah, in his salvational function of self-emptying). ... Without the deeply dynamic non-duel function of self-emptying, the cosubstantiality of the divinity and the humanity in Jesus Christ cannot be understood" (11).
In short, without kenosis the doctrine of the Incarnation cannot be fully integrated. Why is this? Because, and here Abe goes through some of the passages of Paul and Jesus that indicate we must die to self in imitation of Christ's example (Mart. 10.3-9; Rom. 6.11; 2 Cor. 4.10), the kenotic example of Jesus must be identical to God's character, since Jesus is the very image of God (Col. 1.15, 19; John 1.18; 14.9; Heb. 1.3). Without this central self-emptying orientation, there can be no connection between the human and divine.
He argues that if the hypostatic union means "an identity of the full divinity and full humanity of Jesus Christ in one person," then it cannot mean "cosubstantiality" of "two substances, divine and human, as understood traditionally" (11). Only if we can speak of "one function" or "nonduel function" in the sense of "self emptying or self-negation" can the Incarnation become possible.
In other words, self-emptying must be the through line linking the character of the Godhead, the character of the Logos, the character of Jesus, and thus the character of the Spirit that brings us into union with the kenotic Christ that is in union with the kenotic Source. Only this existential union can connect us to our true Self-No-Self beneath the Ego.
In Buddhism, Ego is the root of human problems. The Ego is a false Self that thinks it and it alone is the whole business. The Ego distinguishes, cuts, separates. I like this, I hate that, I am this, I think this, I believe this. The Ego is about your preferences, your opinions, your ideologies, worldviews, political stances, and identities. But Ego is also the automatic, reactive, conditioned behaviors derived from your experiences and traumas. It is the stressed body's autonomic responses, anxiety, fear, compulsions, etc.
Understanding this has changed my life. That story is for another time, but if we look at Paul's laundry lists of vices in his letters, we realize the ultimate problem that causes them is Ego. His entire first letter to the Corinthians is about getting them to get past their Egos to the oneness that is in the Spirit. Anger, bitterness, contention, injustice, hatred, these all flow from Ego. If we understand Paul's flesh (Sarx) as Ego, the dualistic tendency is eliminated. It's not the behaviors and it's not the body, it's the Ego driving them. And you can't do anything to fix the behaviors, you just have to realize the Ego is an False Self, an Illusion (grace). It isn't real and it isn't you. You are the silent stillness beneath the Ego, in your depths. This is where we meet our true selves, and the kenotic Logos. You don't lose your Self like you think you will. You'll still be you, you'll still have the same preferences, but it is like they are all put into proper perspective. They don't drive you anymore. When they get in the way, you can let them go.
"All discussion of Christ as the Son of God will be religiously meaningless if engaged in apart from the problem of human Ego, our own existential problem of the self. The notion of Christ's kenosis or his self-emptying can be properly understood only through the realization of our own sinfulness [Ego-ness] and our own existential self-denying" (11).
Yes, we are called to deny ourselves, take up our cross, and empty ourselves in imitation of the Christ. "The denial of our life, or the death of our ego-self, because of our sinfulness, is necessary for our new life in Christ Jesus. This denial of our life, this death of our ego self, should not be partial but total. Without the total negation of our life, or the complete death of our ego-self, our new life as a manifestation of the life of Jesus is impossible" (11).
Thus, in Paul, Abe finds a radical discontinuity between the "old person" and "new person." "There can be no continutity" between them (11). "Just as the self-emptying or abnegation of the Son of God must not be partial but total and thoroughgoing for him to be Christ, the self-denial or death of the human ego-self must not he partial, but also total and complete. Only then can the new person be realized as the true and authentic sekfcwho confesses "it is no longer I that live, but Christ liveth in me; and that Life which I now live in the Sarx I live in the faith, the who which is in the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself up for me"." (11).
Thus, he offers a further reformulation: "can we not reformulate the notion of the new person as the true self who resurrects through the death of the old person ... Everyday, here and now, we die as the old person and resurrect as the new person with Christ. In this absolute present, we can properly say:
"Self is not self (for the old self must be crucified with Christ); precisely because it is not, self is truly self (for the new self resurrects with Christ)." (12)
He ends this section with these words: "The two formulations do not stand separately but signify respectively the two aspects of one and the same living reality" (12).
Part Three
#Masao Abe#The Emptying God#deconstructing#christian deconstruction#exvangelical#christianity#christian#christian ethics#buddhism
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With My Favourite Ally
Date: 210923
Warnings: SMUT 🔞, a lot of general fucking, anal, mouth fucking (incl. gagging), sucking, fingering, water*1, eating out, buttplug, gen.expl.lang.
Pairing: Baekhyun x F. Reader
WC: 7,1k
NOTE: *1. Yes, people - we have a shower scene. 2. It's a bit on the rough side at times, so remember that things are said/done in - and with - love.
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"...so they closed it off, but if you take the exit just before that one you'll be okay", Gemma explains over the speaker.
"Yeah, okay. It should be on the GPS, I think. We wouldn't want to make a…"
"WRONG TURN!"
"WRONG TURN!"
Too many times you've laughed at that joke - too many times you've seen that movie.
"Oh, wait, here he comes", you say, hearing the keys in the door. "Baekhyun..?"
"Yeah..?"
"Your GPS shows roadworks, right?"
"Yeah, sure. Hi", he says, giving you a quick kiss. "Do we have to take a different route?"
"Roadworks. Nothing cumbersome", Gemma assures him.
"Why can't you be friends with people who live in the city", Baekhyun jokes, speaking loudly for Fiona to hear.
"Hey, Baekhyun..! The ocean breeze will do you good, you'll see… So anyway, see you tomorrow? And remember you don't have to…"
A package of hard plastic lands on the table in front of you, flipping it around you raise your eyebrows and look at Baekhyun.
"...just come as you are."
"Yeah, sure. I'll call when we get there, let you know. Bye, Gem."
"Bye..!"
"A little small, no?"
Baekhyun takes a spoonful of your ice cream, shaking his head as he drags the spoon out.
"It's not for you, honey."
"Oh?"
"When you told me you were getting your nails done I felt kinda…"
"Ah, you felt kinda…", you smile at him.
"Yeah. And I thought I'd get an upgrade. You done with dinner?"
"You want to try it now? A size jump? What if it hurts tomorrow?"
He cradles your hand in his, kissing it and smiling mischievously.
"Is that how you felt when you met me..?"
Rolling eyes in head and tongue in mouth, you sigh at his cheek.
"Actually, you're right, Baekhyun. I can't wait."
"And then…", he says, getting to his knees in front of you, putting his hands on your thighs. "...we do it my way."
Baekhyun moans with delight when you press the circle against his hole, securing the plug.
"Can you move?"
"Now why…", he says, pulling you over him. "...are you treating me like a virgin? It's only bigger… Yes, I can move. Or were you hoping I wouldn't be able to..?"
He almost rips your zipper in two when he opens it, but without a care in the world for Maison, he continues to put his hand down your trousers. Twirling your panties around his hand, dragging them upwards, he teases your clit.
"Go change into something I like..?", he asks sweetly, planting juicy kisses on your lips. "Maybe...something black..? Do that for me?"
The way he asks, you'd wear any and every piece of clothing he likes… But also: the way he asks, what he likes may be in tatters by morning, so you don't pick from the high-end side. Giving him a dramatic twirl (mostly in jest) you show off your pick: a spaghetti-strapped mesh body - black.
"Good enough?"
He stops stroking himself, eagerly opening his arms when you join him on the bed - you in turn eagerly open your lips to his. They move delicately but hungrily on your mouth, matching his hands caressing your waist, thighs and rounding the curve of your ass, jiggling it.
"What's this?", he coos playfully, smacking you.
"Hey, I'm wearing a dress tomorrow. No marks", you remind him.
"The new one?"
"Yes. So don't-"
"Then your body's fine", he says and smacks your ass again. "This is fine.. Now be a good little wifey and lay down."
Placing himself behind you, his arm slides around your neck almost like a chokehold, but he keeps his hand firmly on your shoulder, grounding him.
Lifting your leg, he watches himself fuck you in the mirror, his dark eyes fixed on your stretched out pussy. He bites his lip, moaning as he rolls his now slick cock in and out.
"Move it…", he whispers deeply behind your ear, referring to the mesh covering you. "I want to see when you get swollen."
Baekhyun's not alone in enjoying the view; seeing yourself being filled by him adds a lewd layer to the act - one you've been partial to since the days you used to do it in front of his TV, for lack of a big mirror.
"This plug...mh…"
"Is it better..?"
"It's on my g-spot every time I push...and with your pussy around me…", he mumbles stickily, moving faster. "Ohh…"
You feel his entire range of motion with his length, curving up, getting thicker, lodging deep - in this position he even strokes just below your entrance when he slides in and out.
"And I thought I was the main event…", you moan, pressing on his back.
"You are my main event."
Letting go of your leg he closes his mouth around your breast, sucking and dragging his teeth over it, breathing salaciously. His saliva is stuck between the pattern of the mesh when he removes his mouth to pull it down, kissing roughly directly on your skin. Your fingers on his neck draws his attention to your mouth, where he buries his tongue deep, tasting every part of it and pushing his hand between your now closed legs and lets it rest in its tight fit as he thrusts hard into you from behind.
Moving back to kneel, he moves the skin on his cock over its head. When it glides over your tongue you taste yourself before his pre-cum eventually dominates the taste in your mouth. It doesn't take long for it to be clear he doesn't want a blowjob, not the way he's pushing his pelvis forward, steadying your head with a hand on the side of your face, so you stay still.
"Mmm...look at that…"
Throwing a glance at the mirror you're met by your puffed up cheeks trying to keep up with Baekhyun's cock.
"Ahh...look at that", he moans huskily, dropping his head back, grabbing his shaft tightly, squeezing a ring around it with his thumb and index, thrusting faster.
Your nose starts running along with your eyes. He ignores the small jerking of your body - he wants the big one. Blowing out air through your coughing, he gets it. You groan, catching your breath, and shake your head at him and his antics.
His hands are soft going down the sides of your face, as soft as soft as his chuckle and subsequent kiss on your temple before he straightens up, angling your head up to take him in your mouth again.
"Don't block me, honey", he demands in a sweet voice, juxtaposed to his wish to shove his cock down your throat.
Trying a slower approach, he lets you relax your jaw before letting him in, the head of his cock now just nudging down the rounded back of your mouth.
Even though tears have stopped gathering in your eyes from roughness, the slow pace means your larynx is blocked for a longer period, so you start feeling your chest - lungs - contract. Trying to match your breaths with his thrusts, you look up at him - the pout on his lips, tilted head and petting of your head tells you he knows exactly what's going on. For Baekhyun it's not about the sensation, not even about the gagging right now; he likes to know that his cock is lodged in your throat, that he has that kind of wife. Slipping his other hand behind your neck he pushes deep, making your muscles try to swallow him - literally. He groans and sucks in through his teeth, exhaling as he slides in again, his stomach pressing on your head.
"Breathe…", he hums, but knows it's gonna be impossible.
Not pulling out for even half a breath, he rolls his hips in quick succession, making you heave and pull back in no time. So, sitting back you glare at him - an act of complaint he adores. You turn sideways, pushing him away when he comes closer. When he tries to grab your hand you swat his away, but Baekhyun's fast; gripping your wrist before you can pull it back he bends your arm behind you. You lean forward to get away from the pain, enabling him to grab your other arm, essentially cuffing them on your back, pushing your head into the mattress. Sure, you could fight him - but do you really want to..?
Aggressively pulling your lingerie to the side he rams his cock into you.
"Ah...Ah", he growls with every hard thrust. "You think I can't see how wet you are?...Ah… Don't pretend you don't like it...Mh!"
Unintentionally, you moan, biting your lip when his groin smacks against you.
"That's it, honey...show me how you feel…", he continues, running his hand up your ass to your hip.
Taking his cock out, he flicks it back-and-forth over your anal, his breathing shaky - he's about to come. Moaning loudly as he slides back in, he lets go of your arms and holds your hips.
"Uh, fuck..!", he groans, as he rams his cock into you as fast as he can. "Shit, turn around… Uh, turn around..."
His speech is barely more than a huff. The moment you start, he pulls out, roughly grabbing your neck and pumps his cock.
"Aghh...aghh", he growls deeply, as his cum spurts over your face. "Ohhh... oh, shi…"
He crashes into the mattress knitting his brows, a necklace of sweat around his throat, glistening down between his pecs.
"Baekhyun..!", you whine, holding your hand out, keeping one eye shut tight.
Swinging his arm by the edge of the bed he comes up with his trousers in hand and gives them to you.
"Here..", he breathes hard, his stomach rising high.
After wiping his cum off, you tuck your hand under his thigh, but he's quick - so quick - to catch it.
"Don't even think about it…"
You bury your head in the covers, jokingly muttering he's no fun. He laughs, but cuts and jumps to a loud wail, again feeling how exhausted he is.
"How was it? I guess I don't have to ask, but..."
"How was it..?", he echoes, putting his hand on his cock. "I… Felt like the pressure of a goddamn fire hose went through me…", he says, rolling over, nuzzling your neck. "But you already know all about that, don't you?"
Sliding his hand between your legs, he glances up and sighs.
"I'll buy you a new one."
•
Whether it's because he feels he might've been a bit too rough or because he actually only has softness left, that's what you always get from him after this type of sex.
Pulling you down to sit on his lap, you brush your teeth in sync, the shushushu filling the bathroom of your otherwise still apartment. Even being done before you he waits, biting his toothbrush between his teeth, resting his hand on your lower back.
The start of a relationship is usually where you do everything together, but the both of you having tiny bathrooms back then meant one at a time which years on turned into double sinks. If Baekhyun is home - if you are - you wash up together. Not saying much, but together.
His stretched out arm is the airstrip personnel: "land here", which you gratefully do. The sheets are cold and make you shiver, but between pulling the covers and finding the warmth of his torso, you soon cosy on in.
"No ailments to report..?", he asks, stroking your arm.
"Nope", you shake your head on his chest. "I guess I'll see the final product tomorrow, but I shouldn't have any problems with the dress. But if I do…"
"If you do, huh..?", he smiles and tips your chin up for a kiss.
Musing for a second he starts giggling, his chest bobbing under your head.
"What?"
"Do you… Do you want me to dig up my old Halloween costume just to be safe? The mummy?"
With Baekhyun being such a dork, even laughing at his own lame jokes, how could you not follow suit?
"Pff, knowing you, you probably already have at least three dirty ideas about it…"
"I might. And knowing you…", he says, stretching to turn off the light."...you probably already have four."
Kissing you good night on the forehead he settles into the mattress with a faint grunt, like a thud in his throat, wrapping his arms tighter around you.
•
You're woken up by Baekhyun's knuckles gracing your ass.
"I know you're not thinking about putting your dick in me before saying good morning…", you mumble, drunk with sleep, not even opening your eyes.
"Never, ma'am", he whispers, keeping his laughter in his throat.
After some shifting, rustling and cool air hitting your back you feel his palm on your cheek, pulling it up. He places a soft kiss on your entrance, following with a few licks, and another kiss.
"Good morning."
"No, stay", you urge, trying to put your hand on his head under the covers.
He tsks when he comes up, pulling your lower body closer.
"I tagged you first. Besides…", he says, pushing the head of his cock into you. "...you'll barely notice, sleepy head."
Not yet wet, the spit on his cock helps, but doesn't provide the same sensuous glide as the real deal, but he semi-waits patiently; only the shortest thrusts once he's lodged his cock in you. Stroking your thigh, your stomach, kissing your shoulder, lightly pinching your nipple between his fingers while your breast lays in his palm. When you place your hand over his and push your ass back he extends his range of motion - now with the sweet glide of your juice - pressing firmly against your body, almost pausing, with every thrust. Turning towards him you tangle your fingers in his hair and enjoy the deep taste of his tongue.
"I guess a good night really does bring a good morning", you smile.
"Then I think it's gonna be a very good morning", he whispers over your lips.
Contrary to increasing his speed, he pulls out altogether and rolls out of bed. Neither far nor long though; he just gets up to pull the curtain to the side. Not completely, just enough to let in more than the echo of light you had, the overcast sky notwithstanding. His naked silhouette is gorgeous against the sliver of daylight - overcast as it may be - shining behind him and as he comes back his wet cock sways with his footsteps.
You get on his lap the moment he sits down, pushing your pussy against his length.
"Sit on me", he whispers hoarsely against your neck, gripping the underside of your legs.
You press his cock harder against your clit, in your hand feeling exactly how turned on he is, and let it stroke you before raising yourself up - and sliding down. Being pushed, Baekhyun doesn't mind laying, barely keeping his hands on your waist, biting his lips, as you pound him.
His thickness feels good, there's no need to rush. The sensation of your entrance hugging around him when you slide up, as if not wanting to let go, the way it stretches when he fills you.
He hums and caresses your stomach with his thumbs, cocking his head.
"Are you trying to get me to breed you, mama..?"
"No…", you shake your head, dropping to his chest, smiling at his remark.
Wrapping his arms around you, light as feathers, he rounds his length deep inside.
"Then why are you working my cock like that, hm?", he asks softly in your hair.
"Cus it's what I like…"
"It's what you like..? Well if it's what you like…"
He lets you sit back up again, but holds your hips firmly above his body, and thrusts. Bracing with his feet he goes just like you did, precise and hard, purposefully hitting your spot to bring out your orgasm. Even behind all the layers of hunger in his eyes, love is evident; the way he looks to see that he pleases you, does it the way you like it even though his morning hard-on is telling him to F...you...up.
With so many years passed, nearly all insecurities about being on display are far gone; you freely touch yourself in front of him - for him. Sliding your palms up your nipples sends a spark to your core, so, wetting your fingers, you run them over your clit, a signal to Baekhyun to thrust faster. With that, he starts moaning, joining in with your heavy breaths and the wet claps from your bodies.
"Baby…", you moan, dropping your head back.
It's impossible not to move your body, make the smacking harder as your fingers work deliciously on your clit. Baekhyun has always loved his morning naughties, so you bite your lip, squeeze your breast and look at him, eyes fluttering.
"Make me come, honey…"
He shivers, then he grunts, and digs his fingers into you. His pounding vibrates all between your legs as his cock pierces you over and over, and it starts your legs stiffening. You tremble and rub harder, desperately keeping your hand in place despite your tense muscles until it hits; shaking, wailing, releasing more fluids on Baekhyun's cock, you come.
He waits patiently as you ride it out, slowly pushing in and out, enjoying the mess you've made on him. Sliding out, you slump down next to him.
"I should start breakfast…", you breathe heavily, pretending to get up.
Baekhyun's hand encircles your upper arm - with a little smack due to the sweaty impact - and he comes up close behind.
"You - wife - are not going anywhere", he huffs, and kneels behind you.
"Higher", you say looking back at him, when he aligns himself.
Laying down on your back, kissing your shoulder he coos:
"Higher?", and wets his finger, gently sliding it in your ass. "You mean here..?"
When you arch deeper he giggles against your back.
"Yeah, I think you mean...right...here…"
Dropping a big ball of spit on his fingers, he smears it over your hole and presses the smooth head of his cock in, taking his time.
"Ahh...ahh...", he moans with every thrust, getting closer to being fully inside you.
Putting his arm around your neck, the right hand holding your hip, he finds his tempo. Seeing your ass being pushed up with every slap from his crotch is the perfect compliment to his burning breath on your shoulder and the ohh's that roll off his tongue every other time he bottoms out.
Pushing in deep, he changes to pressing his elbows in the mattress, clasping his hands together in front of your chest. It's barely that the rest of his body moves, only his ass swinging up and down, pushing your spine together; it's times like these you wish for some kind of reflection, to see Baekhyun's glutes tightening, the curve of his ass down to the back of his equally taut thighs.
"Ah….hhh...hhh...", he breathes hard, a spray of saliva landing on your neck, and he continues. "...hhh...uh, uh, ah", grips your pelvis hard, ramming, heaving out air as he comes in shaky thrusts.
Slowing down, he bounces against your ass, pushes deep, pulling you towards him, moaning. Even after he's settled he sweeps the hair from your neck, kisses you and, humming, rolls his hips.
•
When he's finally ready to get going his embrace reveals his hard-on, so you stick your butt out, poking him.
"Fina-"
"Ooh, don't", he groans and holds you still.
You turn around and look at him, surprised by his odd response.
"I want it to go down", he says and chuckles. "It's 'cus I put the plug in…"
"You did..? That's why you were taking so long..!", you exclaim with a big smile. "Really? Did you really?"
"I did really", he says, mimicking your tone, kissing you over the brow. "It was easier when you did it…"
"Tense?"
"Mm-hm…", he nods, putting his shoes on. "But it's fi-ine now. Shit..."
Straightening himself up, he puts his hand over his bulge and bites his lip.
It's both sexy and sweet, knowing he has it in - and that he did it in part for you.
"Are you gonna be okay to drive?", you ask, trying not to laugh.
"I'll be fine, hun. And when we get there…", he says, lifting his brow with a smile.
•
After some initial gasping and groaning, Baekhyun managed to get used to sitting with the plug, and now, twenty minutes on, you don't pay it very much mind - except for the occasional realisation that the sexiest man you know is three feet away from you with a sex toy in his ass.
With not much traffic outside of the city, Baekhyun is free to let his fingertips caress the nape of your neck as you lean towards the window, into the warming sunlight.
"I really love fucking you in the ass in the morning…", he says languidly.
"You make it sound as if I usually say no…", you murmur.
"No", he says, weaving his fingers into yours, giving your hand a kiss before resting them on your thigh. "Not at all."
With such a picturesque atmosphere it's no wonder you doze off.
Baekhyun loves singing in the car and though he's dreadfully out of tune it makes you happy to see him happy; tapping his thumb on the steering wheel, swaying his head, feeling good.
"...gateun geudaen yeppeoyo-oh-oh-ooh..!"
"CHUAYO!"
"CHUAYO!"
"Oh, you're up."
"Mm…", you sigh drowsily. "What time is it?"
"Hm, ten to four."
"Oh, it felt more like an hour than fifteen."
"Did I wake you up too early this morning? Go back to sleep...", he says, stroking your head.
"I'm not tired anymore. I wasn't even to begin with, I think."
Why are men sexy when they drive? There's nothing inherently sexy about, yet they are. At least your man is…
Nonchalantly you place your hand between his legs. He doesn't say anything, merely grunts when he slides forward a bit, touching the corners of his mouth with his fingers. He quickly becomes stiff in your hand - partly thanks to his toy, you suspect - so you put your hand down his trousers. A nudge with your fingers and his cock stands straight up in his boxers, an appetising protrusion against your palm. His hand automatically finds your thigh, squeezing it, when you drag your nails over the rim of his head. Faintly bucking his groin, he looks in both the rearview- and side mirror.
"Take it out", he says, voice thick with lust.
Contrary to traffic safety regulations you slip under the top part of the belt and lean to his side. Not pulling his pants down means you can't access his entire length, but it's nonetheless a good mouthful. Baekhyun's cock still tastes of this morning's semen since you decided on showering on arrival, bringing up images of the morning as well.
"Agh…"
His fingers tip tap under the hem of your trousers, trying to slide in, grab your ass, but it's too tight, so he lets them rest where they are. His arousal amuses you, so you push him to the back of your throat.
"Mmm...", he groans, running his hand up your back. "Let's pull in at a rest stop…"
Releasing him, but pumping, you shake your head. Throwing a glance to the side he looks almost worried, running his hand along your neck, his thumb petting your earlobe.
"Why not..?"
Then he chuckles softly through his nose and manages to put at least half of his mouth on your lips while still watching the road.
"Is it too base for my baby? Hm..?"
"No, but it's too soon for my baby", you say and sit back, nodding towards his backside.
He grimaces and squeezes himself, letting go with a loud sigh and pulls his trousers up.
"I know… You're right."
"You'll thank me when we get there", you affirm and take his hand.
"Oh, I'll something you…"
•
"...are you sure? Oh, my god, I'm so sorry."
"It's o-kay, relax..!", Gemma assures you on the other end of the line. "It's not your fault the highway jammed up, and I much prefer to have you guys groomed and clean when you do get over here."
"Argh..! Yeah, I know, but aish… Whatever, okay. We'll hurry up and see you soon."
After making good time - not pulling in at a rest stop - the highway had suddenly become crammed with cars with little to no movement in forty-five minutes, leading to you having circa fifteen minutes until the party starts.
"What'd she say?", Baekhyun asks, hanging up your dress on the closet door.
"You know her, doesn't sweat a thing. I would've said the same thing, it's just different being on this side of things", you sigh, putting your hair in a bun. "It's okay if I don't wash it, right?"
"Oooh, baby, you're so dirty…", he jokes, putting his arms around you. "But if you want to, there's time. I don't want to hurt you, but I think it's time you knew…"
"What?", you squint your eyes at him.
"Gemma...has other friends to hang out with. She's been seeing them behind your ba-…"
"Oh, I knew it was gonna be some-..!", you holler and break free, continuing to undress. "I'll be fifteen minutes."
Wringing out the water from your hair you hear the woosh of the glass door sliding and get a chill on your body.
"Has it been fifteen minutes already?"
"Maybe ten…", he says, stepping in behind you, his cock swaying stiffly.
Grabbing the shower head from you, he lets the water drench his hair, run over his closed eyes, down his body. Combing his hair back and wiping his face he smiles cheekily and starts screwing the shower head off its hose. The water flows out concentrated but soft, like from a gardening hose, so partly covering it with his thumb he regulates the water's pressure and backs you into the corner.
"We've got time."
Feeling behind his balls your fingers meet the plug; you pull it out just an inch and slide it back. Baekhyun moans, enveloping his lips over yours.
"Finally…"
He doesn't have to tell you to spread your legs, you do it eagerly when he puts the water stream to your stomach and brings it downward. The first hit on your clit gets you up on your toes, gasping, pushing your pelvis out. Baekhyun giggles in your mouth and curls two fingers into you, at the same time spraying the water on your clit again. You moan, grabbing his neck - unsuccessfully trying to grind against it, while he fiercely fucks his fingers into you.
"That's my baby", he whispers, turned on by your whines in his ear.
You pull up the skin to reveal the most sensitive part of your clit and when he aims for it your muscles immediately contract, pushing your pelvis out even further. Your mouth hangs open as you claw at his neck, convulsing on his pounding hand, crying out in pained wails.
"Shh, baby", he laughs at your excessive volume, but flicks his fingers over your clit, making you jerk and whine all the more while you come down.
Offhandedly tossing the hose to the side, pressing close, he lifts your leg and slides his hand behind your head. Sucking roughly on your lips he caresses his cock against you, looking for your entrance. Finding it, he nudges the tip in, then rounds out and snaps his pelvis.
"Ah, fuck", you gasp, putting your arm around his shoulders for support.
Continuing snapping, he doesn't stop kissing you. They're both rough, both what you want.
"Now, about what happened in the car…", he coos, looking at you while ramming his cock as deep as he can.
"What..?", you gasp. "What happened..?"
He leans in again, his back becoming hunched with every new thrust as he quickens the tempo. He exhales in high-pitched moans coated in honey, telling of his desire for you.
Water sloshes on the floor when he gets new footing, digging his fingers into your ass, his face in your shoulder. His wet hair gets plastered to his - and your - skin. Pounding into you, yet moving you along with him, he whispers hoarsely:
"I'm your husband, you shouldn't deny me these things…"
Fighting to even catch your breath between the gasps, answering him is not a priority. Being on time isn't a priority - not having your shoulder blades ground to dust against the tiles isn't a priority.
His even-paced pants are interrupted by a deep-chested trembling and his precise smacking turns to rolling when he comes.
"Ah-h-h...ash… A-HH, A-HH, AH, fu…", he moans and cries into your neck, filling you with his cum.
He pushes so deep while riding it out you have to push his shoulders down in turn; he understands, goes a little easier, a little gentler each time, ending up slowly rolling while lavishing juicy kisses on your lips.
Puffs of the giggle through his nose tickle you over the lip and he slides his length out and look down, kicking in the water.
"Leave it…", you sigh, sliding down to the floor, when he bends to grab the hose. "I'll finish up showering from down here… Come. I'll take it out."
So, kneeling in front of you, he arches with a faint moan as you drag the plug out.
"Freedom…"
"Oh, 'cus I'm the one who told you to wear it then work yourself up…"
"You are the one who worked me up, hun", he reminds you, screwing the showerhead back on and giving it to you.
•
"Eh...I don't-"
"I know, but wait 'til you see it on", Baekhyun says, holding his finger up.
Taking his first option off, he pulls the second over his head. You cock your head, knitting your brows.
"Huh?"
"I know, right?", he smiles, holding out his arms.
"How has it done that?", you exclaim in surprise.
In his hand, this flowy silk shirt looked like a woman's blouse, particularly with the knit lace encircling its short sleeves, but on him it - he - looks suave and sexy in a casual way.
"I love it. Ugh… What… And it goes great with the pants."
"Right? Even if it's all black it's a little something, something. I'm just gonna", he says and grabs his watch from the nightstand. "You ready?"
"Technically, but hmm, I don't know… Feels like something's missing…", you muse, looking in the mirror.
"Feeling a little competitive..?", he teases, looking in the mirror behind you. "Didn't you bring earrings? The small gold ones?"
"Ah!"
He breathes in loudly, smacking his lips with a nod; you know him well enough to sigh and wait for his joke about being a top fashionista.
•
"Brubububruuu..!"
"We're not that late..!", you holler, refusing to accept Michael's impromptu trumpet work.
"I had my finger on the dial to Missing People - whow! Coming through with the fashions, bro'. Nice!", he roars when Baekhyun takes off his jacket.
"Aeh…", he sighs and helps you with yours like the gentleman he is. "I have to make an effort when the missus looks like this."
Waving at a few familiar faces, your attention is diverted when Gemma appears in the kitchen door, crossing her arms:
"Well, well... Look who decided to show up!"
You extend your arm, bottle of gin in hand.
"For being late", you grimace apologetically.
"...and you know it's all her fault", Baekhyun says, pointing his thumb at you.
"...since way back in school, I've known them", Gemma explains to one of her guests.
You're not the type of couple to hang on each other's arms the whole night, but being midway through your second drink your eyes keep travelling across the room to where Baekhyun is. There's something unusually alluring about the way he looks in that shirt, be it the thin fabric whispering about his body underneath, the lace hanging off his triceps when he takes a sip or the three buttons he left undone so you'd be "begging for me to take you round back", as he had put it before you left.
Catching you eye, he casually pours a glass of water, takes a sip and - not so accidentally - spills, the water running down his neck to his chest.
"Whow. Here...", Michael says, handing him some paper.
"Thanks."
After patting his neck dry he goes to his chest, opening another button to reach, casting an eye your way.
"Ah...ah...", he moans quietly, the soft, wet clapping matching him.
Unlike in the shower, his hands now hug your hips softly as he takes you from behind. His boxers - anchored around his thighs - grace the inside of your leg as he moves.
Needs knows no bounds so for now a house wall to lean against and an outdoor sofa to rest your leg on is as good as any bedroom.
"Don't look now...", he whispers amused, lowering himself to your ear. "But I think someone's looking…"
You shut your eyes to not accidentally search for whoever it is.
"Where..?"
"You know the edge of the lawn..? He's pretending to be on the phone, maybe he is, but he keeps walking back and forth, looking here every time..."
"You wanna go back in?"
"No. I want to show you off", he says and pulls up your dress to the small of your back. "Should I spank your ass with my cock..?", he snickers.
"Shh, don't overdo it. Don't embarrass him."
"He's the little perv, spying on us. Or maybe you told him to come out..? Ah…Oh...I know how you like an audience…"
"So do you."
Carefully looking to your side, you spot him - and he's indeed a little spy. Baekhyun's right about you liking an audience, so you arch a little deeper, bend your knee higher up. Turning to face him you mouth "faster", so he goes faster, sliding his hands down your cheeks, pressing them apart. Cocking his head he can't resist to caress your anal with his thumb and moans..
His tongue plays in the side of his mouth, as if he knows your secret, knows what a dirty little girl you are, wanting him so bad you don't care who sees.
"I'm….ssh, pulling out...", he says, wetting his thumb then continues to rub.
"Wait 'til we get home…"
"Not like that", he says, letting the tip of his finger slide in, not at all having meant for it to be his length.
Even just that bit of stimulation increases your arousal, so you push back on him. Following your lead, he presses his entire thumb in, breathing all the harder.
"No, no…", he pants after a while, more so to himself than you. "I'm teasing myself..."
"You're not gonna come?"
"No", he replies, on his way over the edge. "Ahh...no, I'm waiting...ah...ah, shit."
He pulls out at the last minute, grabs the shaft of his cock and leans over you with stuttering breaths.
"Fucking close…"
•
Baekhyun's curious way of sleeping when you're out of town continues; at home he likes his side, anywhere else and he tends to stay on yours. As if he's barely moved, his head is tucked deep in the pillow, his arm seemingly slid off your waist lying just behind your back. Knowing he's had a rough week at work you decide to let him sleep in, tuck your feet in the courtesy slippers and carefully close the door behind you.
Finding an - equally courteous - robe in the bathroom you take a deep breath, smelling the hem of it. It is just a morning robe, but the stitching reminds you of the dobok Baekhyun used to wear for hapkido, when you'd pretend to be watching any- and everyone compete until he finally asked you out. He's really loved you for that long...
It's a lovely day. There's no sunny sky, or birdsong when you open the kitchen window, but an overcast, quiet morning. It might be in your head, but you imagine getting a whiff of the salty ocean and decide to have your coffee outside (hoping the beach hammock you've set your sights on doesn't flip you over).
Sighing over just how randomly you managed to pick a random magazine from the pile, you welcome the low snort coming from inside. Bending your knees, letting the robe slide from your legs, you pretend to not notice and continue "reading". A cheeky whistle rings out from the kitchen window.
"My, my…"
Bingo. Hiding behind the magazine, you compose yourself and count to three before dropping it on the grass, and sure as salt on fries, there he walks across the lawn.
"I thought I'd let you sleep in."
"M-hm…", he murmurs, opening his robe, showing his hardening cock. Stroking the back of your thigh he gives you a kiss. "How'd you sleep?"
"I was out in five. You?"
"Same", he nods, letting his robe fall down.
Straightening your legs up, he kisses a trail from your calf downwards, caressing the back of your legs. When his eyes meet yours he spanks your cheek, a quick flick of the wrist causing a lashing effect. He smiles at your jolting and the subsequent bucking of your hips in pleasure.
"Did you put the plug in again?"
"No…", he shakes his head, guiding his cock into you. "You're still my favourite toy."
It's a tighter squeeze with having your legs closed, but it means his length strokes your entrance harder - a different nuance. And when he hikes your legs up, hugging your thighs, you almost feel like a toy; letting your body bounce up and down on meeting his energetic rolling, stroking you here, digging his fingers into you there, biting his lip with dark eyes fixed on yours - Baekhyun knows full well this is the position that makes you feel the most filthy. Because with no anchoring, there's nothing you can do, no action to take than to be fucked by him. Your powerlessness makes you squirm, but also makes you wet. When Baekhyun fucks you like this...your brain goes splat. And of course, he wouldn't be Baekhyun if he didn't tease you about it. Chuckling, sucking on your leg, he coos:
"Mmpoor baby…"
Closing your eyes earns you a rough slam.
"Look at me, honey…"
Continuing with the same, hard, thrusts, he lets out a cascade of sweet moans and hums, he himself eventually closing his own eyes, elation painted on his face. Letting himself be momentarily swept away, he comes back with a few deep, soft thrusts before pulling out, spreading your bent legs. Untying the belt still round your waist, he leans in, dousing you in moany kisses, circling his thumb over your nipple. Backing, kneeling high in the grass, he softly feathers his fingertips on your thighs, his kisses leading the way, sending shivers through your body. When he reaches the edge between your legs and pussy, he runs them along it, up...down...up...down...up...down, letting his fingers follow the curve close to your hole, meeting just below it. By the pull of his lips you can tell he's near bursting with desire to eat you out, yet he waits - not only to tease you, but for your pleasure.
Sliding his fingers up, onto your folds, he carefully parts them, making sure you feel the stretch on your clit. Knowing better than to rush him all you can do is caress yourself, try not to roll your hips.
"You're swollen…", he whispers, swaying his head, taking a deep breath. Stroking circles on your ass with his thumbs, he at last lets his lips touch you, a juicy kiss just under your entrance. Wrapping his arm around your leg, he lets his fingers glide over your entrance, collecting fluids which he uses to slide up either side of your clit, massaging while continuing working under your entrance.
You watch with anticipation when he comes closer. Barely opening his mouth he envelopes your clit, letting his slick lips slide from it before doing it again.
"Put your fingers inside…", you whisper, tangling your fingers in his hair.
He calmly takes it away with a mild "no..." and flicks his tongue over you, gently panting. You moan and automatically bring your hand back - a phenomenal pain electrifies your core up to your chest when he spanks your clit. Don't means don't. He smiles at you while lapping to soothe it, putting some pressure on your entrance, rubbing it, while you grip your thighs in want.
"Get down here", he says, sliding his hands to your waist.
Tipping over in his lap with a yelp, you welcome feeling his body against yours for a moment before he gets you on your back.
Spreading his thighs wide, he steers his cock down and pushes it into you. Knowing you're definitely ready, he sets a quick pace from the get, hooking his hands at the top of your legs, pulsating firmly. Paying special attention to his shaft he makes sure it meets your body with each thrust, squeezing his balls on your ass. The entrance stimulation - smacking and stretching - releases more juice, leading to wetter claps.
He lets you pull him down, but keeps pounding like before, supporting himself on his knees, grunting when you dig your nails in his ass - separating them gives his sensitive hole a tickle.
He breathes wetly next to you, lying down, rocking your body as well as he begins billowing his hips, lifting you up by your ass to get - and give - a deeper hit. The smell of his perfume long gone, only the scent of his slept in skin remains, mixing with notes of freshly cut grass as your moving's broken it to release its scent.
"Mhh", he grunts in your neck. "I love you…".
Raising his head, the muscles on his back grow even stiffer, protruding above his spine. Barely finishing your kiss, he whispers "I love you" in your mouth, his wet lips caressing yours before a wail rings in your head. Dropping his head he stutters, his breath hitching as he swings his hips back-and-forth erratically, fucking his cum into you.
"Uh...ah...mmmm…", he moans, pressing deeply.
His breath is hot on your collarbone, his stomach pushing down on yours as he pants and swallows hard.
"Marry me."
"Marr…", you stutter, breathing heavily, then laugh, seeing as how you already are. "What if I say no..?"
"Nah-ah, marry me...", he says again, peppering tickling kisses on your neck.
You cry out and try to get away, to no avail.
"Okay, okay! On one condition."
"What?", he asks, looking at you.
"Finish what you started…"
A sly smile spreads across his face then he showers you with kisses again.
"You're gonna marry me so many times over..."
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Did DLS Out DD During a DDU Recording and Make Him Cry?
This has been making the rounds on Twitter and YouTube and even Tumblr, for a while now. Fancam footage of DLS making a boyfriend joke and then leaning in to a supposedly upset DD and trying to smooth things over.
This whole thing is based on fancam footage taken during the recording of the DDU 20190825 episode. In this episode dating was being discussed using four beautiful young women, DD and QF along with two handsome young guests as a backdrop.
The subtitles of the fan cam present a scenario where DLS supposedly refers to DD as ‘not needing a girlfriend because he already has a boyfriend’ and then leaning into a supposedly emotional DD and apologizing, trying to calm him down; saying viewers won’t understand what was said.
Let’s take a look at the video:
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The full fan cam footage that this out of context clip was taken from can be found here.
If you watch the episode and the complete fan cam footage, you’ll see that this happened during the segment where they were being asked to comment on various dating scenarios. An announcer would present each scenario in a multiple choice format, asking the women to choose between four options based on the type of guy they’d most like to date. For example:
How would you like the boy you like to invite you for a meal on the weekend?
A] Save your weekend for me. Do not say no.
B] You had breakfast at 7:50 this morning and lunch at 12:30. It’s already 7pm now. You have to eat meals on time. Why don’t I take you out for dinner?
C] I tried to explain my thoughts when I look at you, but I failed. So do you have time for dinner with me this weekend? Let’s talk about it.
D] Get out. Dinner.
My opinion
We should always, always be suspicious of anything that is presented without context. 99.9% of the time, when someone removes context they are doing so to mislead audiences. This clip is a perfect example of that. The video creator appears to have removed important context in order to make the clip better fit the narrative they’re trying to sell.
In this segment of the episode, the hosts and guests were seen commenting on the options as they were being read out. The comments DLS is making appear to be in response to something the announcer has said. I don’t think the comments have anything whatsoever do to with DD.
I also don’t think DD looks even remotely upset. Certainly not near tears. Some fans seem over-eager to claim DD is crying. We’ve all seen DD cry, but it’s exceptionally rare and only happens in very personal situations. This doesn’t qualify. It wouldn’t qualify even if everything the video creator claimed was true. DD would be more likely to get angry than cry in such a situation. He isn’t doing either of these things.
Whoever made this video simply doesn’t ‘get’ DD’s personality at all. The people who buy this are similarly unfamiliar with him.
I invite everyone to use your own eyes and your own judgment. Ignore what’s being claimed, ignore the framing you’ve been given of the scenario by me or the video creator, and instead just watch the clip. Does that look like a man on the verge of tears to you?
Second and third opinions
I asked the indispensable @potteresque-ire and @knivescharade what they thought of the clip. I didn’t tell them anything about my opinion, but simply sent the clip and asked their thoughts - are the subtitles correct, what do you think of the lip reading, etc.
@knivescharade
wow, for this person to put this analysis in i would say that lip reading is a very difficult skill. and to try and lip read someone like DLS, who speaks like a bullet train and doesn't really enunciate SUPER well (unlike Han-ge, for example) ... i would say the interpretation is only very vaguely possible at best.
i know both the cand int fandom have a major something for how WYB keeps swallowing around XZ, but honestly. WYB tends to get throat issues. i think swallowing has become one of his habits at this point. so... in conclusion... there are already lots of major, amazing, and irrefutable candies in the fandom already, let's not bother with such iffy ones :D
he is indeed saying that "this man has a boyfriend", but i cant quite remember which part of the show that was in. i watched that episode, it was something to do with love and having 4 guys paired with 4 girls or something like that, and listening to 'types of guys responses to etc etc' so DLS wasnt saying that WYB has a boyfriend - he was saying that 'this man', the one whose voice was playing in the audio, has a boyfriend.
That tracks with my interpretation of what was happening.
@potteresque-ire
Unless people have learned the dialect, Mandarin speakers cannot understand Cantonese, and vice versa. This is why I don't support or wash auditory candies, especially if it involves someone from Northern China (such as DLS, who is a Beijing native). Their local accents make their Mandarin even more difficult to understand.
This dialect restriction is actually not specific to a me, or other Hong Kongers. Someone whose family is entirely from Northern China would be equally prone to making mistakes if they're asked to lip read southern Chinese.
Lip reading also removes tonal consideration, which makes everything that much more uncertain. Have you heard of the Mr Shi Eats the Lion story? This is why, even if I hear some similarities, I'd hesitate to say X has to be saying ABC. Context is important.
Cantonese speakers are especially picky about tone. Mandarin have 4. We have 6 or 9, depending on who you ask. So... I may be more picky than I should be that way too. And I don't want to spoil anyone's fun 😊
The translation was correct in the sense that it was faithful to the Chinese words in the clip I saw, which replicated what DLS said accurately. But the video itself was from a fancam. Where that fancam happened (and got cut off) was at Q3 at the Q & A segment, starting ~9:34 of the official YouTube clip.
DLS said what he said half way through the voiceover of Option A (very precisely, right after the words "I'm the only one"). Technically speaking, therefore, he wasn't talking about DD.
However, it was also a little strange why DLS said what he said. If you watch that segment, all options have a certain personality attached to them. C was very talkative / pretentious. D was connected to DD because it was blunt and direct. A was the so called "overbearing CEO" personality... which is common in het romance dramas but isn't one that has been connected to the gay stereotype. And so, DLS's timing of saying that ... is curious.
Dd did look a little ... I wouldn't say upset, but tense after DLS said that. Maybe it's because that comment kinda came out of nowhere (because of its curious timing), and so it would be read as hinting at something. But that comment is harmless, wording wise.
Alternate theory
I’ve seen some talk from fans about a different theory for why DLS said what he said. Fans say the announcer for option A was Bian Jiang, the actor who did the voice of LWJ in The Untamed. They say that DLS was making a joke about LWJ not needing a boyfriend because he already has one. That actually makes a lot of sense to me as well, and if that’s really Bian Jiang, then I’d say that’s the most likely explanation for this entire thing.
Conclusion
It’s my firm opinion that DLS was not talking about DD having a boyfriend, nor was DD ‘near tears’ in this clip. Whatever DLS said to DD after that, it almost certainly wouldn’t have been ‘words of comfort to placate an upset DD’.
The Bian Jiang theory fits best, but we don’t need to know why DLS said what he said to be able to conclude he wasn’t talking about DD.
Cute DD candy from this episode
If anyone wants a better candy from this episode, look no further than when he emerges from “door #2″, chosen by one of the women as someone she’d like to date based on the food he’d picked out, and immediately launches into “I want to take a man back to my place and hide him.” A LWJ reference (which DLS and Wang Han clarify with him because they appear baffled by what he just said), but still a tactful, perfect rejection of this woman he’s being paired with. 😅
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All I have to do is Dream Part 2
Pairing: Steve x Reader, Telepath! Reader (X-men reader)
Summary: It’s been five years since the snap. You and Steve are stuck at an impasse. You want a family, he doesn’t. He says he’s moved on but has he really? With your doubts growing, you consider risking his trust and use your powers on him to get your answers once and for all.
Author’s note: I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it before but reader here has studied at the Xavier Institute so she’s basically part of the X-men. You don’t have to read the comics or watch their movies, it is just part of her background. This is based on Endgame and would follow its progression. If you want to be tagged, please send an ask!! Thank you all for reading!!!
Part 1
Steve’s jaw twitched, his throat muscles working, eyes never leaving the photo on his phone. He pursed his lips and let out a huge exhale, running a hand on his face. What the hell had you done?
Nat didn’t question when he came back to the compound late last night nor when he didn’t show up the morning after, only learning from F.R.I.D.A.Y, he was up earlier than his usual and left. He came back a few hours ago, sweaty and gruff, immediately rushing to lock himself up at the gym. Wallowing there until now.
She had known Steve long enough to know he was blowing off steam. She knew better than to pry, letting him keep to himself until he was ready to talk, and Steve was glad for it. Glad he still had one friend who cared.
What the hell had you done?
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You jolted from the bed, Steve’s eyes drilling holes in your direction from where he sat stiffly beside you, his mouth pressed into a thin disapproving line. If only looks could kill. You had never seen him so angry in your life. His breath coming in rapid pants, his fists clenched tight at his sides, the muscles around his neck and arms bulging. You felt naked under his gaze, bared to the soul with nowhere to hide. Ironic when just a few moments ago, you had breached into his mind, violating his privacy to the utmost.
“Y/N,” he said, deathly low and lethal, a warning.
“Steve, I’m sorry I didn’t know--” you scrambled to your feet, panic rising up to your throat, cheeks wet with tears.
“Bullshit!” He roared, not letting you finish, shooting up to his feet like the soldier he was. His tightly coiled temper finally unleashed. “You went inside my head! Don’t you fucking give me any excuses!”
In his anger, he threw the analog clock from his bedside table to the floor, breaking it into tiny pieces instantly, the sound of it cracking and your crying the only things filling the air. You didn’t recognize the sobs coming from you, not even knowing if it was from what you’ve just discovered or the way he looked at you now. As if he didn’t know you, as if he could never trust you again.
“I’m sorry,” was all you said. And you were. In every sense of the word. Sorry for yourself, sorry for what you’ve learned, sorry for what you’ve done.
“How could you do this to me?” Steve asked, disbelieving.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s just… I overheard you at grief counseling--”
“You what?” He hissed, eyes incredulous and accusing. “Are you fucking spying on me now?” he pointed his finger at you, circling the bed to stand in front of you, his steps quick and long. He looked like he did on missions. One purpose, ready to attack. It was a miracle he kept his fists at his sides instead of shaking you.
“NO! No, I was waiting outside and I heard what you said, and it’s made me think…”
“No, you didn’t think! I told you time and time again, I love you. What more do you fucking need?” His voice grew even louder, exasperation and impatience seeping out of him as if he had been putting up with you for so long.
What more do you need? What more do you need?
“The truth, Steve! I just wanted to know the truth!” You answered back, voice rising in return. The whole time you thought you were only being paranoid, insecure, blaming it on yourself when you weren’t wrong all along. He still wanted her. Yearned for her.
“And are you happy now? You happy that you’ve forced it out of me?” Steve’s tone turned mocking, his eyes hard and jaw tensed. No denial, no guilt. He baited you and if he had enough presence of mind, he wouldn’t have said that, wouldn’t have deliberately gone out of his way to cut you deep. But right at this moment, all he saw was red. He wanted to hurt you, to punch, to scream. His hands shook, in the need to destroy something, to fight someone. Fists bringing out what he couldn’t put forth into words. He knew he had to leave.
You flinched from his words as if you’ve been physically slapped. Eyes full of hurt, you were speechless, immobilized to the spot, no other choice but to take it all in and watch him as he bristled past you, heading to the direction of your shared closet, grabbing his duffel bag and stuffing it with whatever he could get his hands on.
“Wait, where are you going?” your voice was small, hands shaking while you clutched the end of your shirt.
“I can’t even look at you right now,”
“So is this it? Is that all you have to say?” You pleaded, a part of you still hoping he’d deny everything you saw. That it was just all it ever was, a dream. A fantasy from another life. That it didn’t mean anything. That he’d pick you, the one who was here, someone he could actually build a future with. Over a dead woman, a woman who belonged to another decade, another lifetime.
“Since you’re so good at getting into people’s minds, why don’t you tell me?” He taunted, turning his back to you, roughly shoving his toiletries in his bag.
“That’s not fair, Steve!”
“Fair? You want to talk about being fair when you broke my trust! You promised, Y/N. Does that only mean something when it’s convenient to you?” He turned around this time, nostrils flaring, finger pointing offensively at you again. You were so close to him now, could practically feel the heat radiating off his body. And you were scared. You were scared to lose him. Because you knew whatever happened tonight couldn’t be reversed. The things he said, the things you did, there was no going around it anymore.
“Do you want me to say I don’t love Peggy anymore, is that it? Is that what you wanna hear? Because I can’t. I still love her!” His voice boomed around you, shaking you to your core. Fresh, hot tears trailed down your cheeks. You were helpless. Broken.
As soon as the words left him, he knew he’d regret it. At the way you looked, so small and vulnerable, hugging your arms to your chest, his eyes softened, “Y/N…” he moved towards you, hands out to comfort you but you backed away.
Shaking your head vehemently, you took another step back. You didn’t want his touch, didn’t want him near you.
“No, no. Don’t.” you stayed a hand up to stop him. “It’s alright. You’re right,”
“Y/N, that’s not--”
“I think you should leave.” you pointed to the bag already in his hand. Your resolve, sure and strong.
“Y/N, I didn’t--” he tried again, shaking his head. How could he take those words back? Did he not mean them too? God help him but he loved them both.
“Steve, please stop. Just stop. Don’t make this any harder than it already is,” you pleaded, not knowing what else he wanted from you. You gave him an out; clear and easy. Wasn’t that enough? Did he have to hurt you even more?
“I shouldn’t have said those things,” He let out on a sigh, shaking his head. “But sweetheart, please don’t look at me like that,” You looked like a terrified deer, ready to run at the first sign of danger and he couldn’t bear that it was directed at him. He could handle your tenacity, your fire, anything else but the defeated look on your face. It made his heart ache.
He tried again, speaking gently, “Y/N, if you want me to leave for the night, I will. I think you might be right, we need some space after this, clear our heads,”
This time, he went near you and you let him, you let his hands hold your arms like he’s done in past arguments. You let him look you straight in the eye like he’s done so many times before. You let him say his piece, already knowing where it was headed like the back of your hand. You operated like this. Clockwork. When one pushed, the other shoved.
One last time.
“But promise me you’ll be here in the morning to talk. You went inside my head, Y/N, but I wanna work through this. I love you,” he said it like he meant it, his heart on his sleeve but you weren’t so sure you believed him anymore.
“You know I love you, right?” He asked just like the last time. Clockwork.
No. I don’t.
You nodded your head.
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He tossed and turned that night, the look of hurt on your face scarred in his memory. He knew he shouldn’t have left, knew he should’ve fought to stay.
It was true that he was furious but any animosity he felt immediately simmered after the mention of Peggy. He was way out of line. He wanted to apologize, to pull you into his arms and kiss away the bitter words he spoke but he was still so shaken about what you had done, what you had seen, and so he figured he should let it rest first, giving you both time and space to calm down. Everything looked better in the morning, right?
But your face came unbidden in his mind, he could still remember the exact moment you closed yourself off to him, your eyes hauntingly empty and hollow, shoulders hunched, arms instinctively wrapped to yourself. So small and vulnerable.
He should’ve stayed, dammit!
He let out a grunt as he stared up at the ceiling. He still couldn’t believe you used your abilities on him, couldn’t believe you’d go so far when you’d never ever shied away from asking him anything. Heck, you’d basically proposed to him with all your nagging of starting a family.
Why did you have to see that?
He hissed and shook his head, guilt gnawing in his stomach. Your power was able to force out his deepest dreams and desires. But was that the whole truth? If he hadn’t woken up and you’d stuck a little longer then you would’ve known just how scared and confused he was. What you saw was the Steve who still clung to the past, the part of him that wanted to go back, yearned to go back because it was safer, it was where he truly belonged.
But then again, he wasn’t that same man anymore, was he? Not fully anyway. In more ways than one, he had moved on. For the past couple of years, he did, in fact, envision a future with you. He was going to propose until the snap happened and then, everything changed. He saw his friends, his family, gone to dust. He could still hear Bucky’s echoing words, calling out to him. All those lost souls vanished as if they never existed while he stood, helpless and useless. Why spare him again? Why did he have to go through it all again? Didn’t he have enough pain and loss in one lifetime?
And so he started thinking of the past. The good ol’ days, if you could even really call it that. It started out as a tiny flicker of curiosity. You both had just found a new apartment in New York, it wasn’t all that hard with the sudden vacancies. You were standing in the middle of the room, hands on your hips while he sat at the edge of the bed his head bowed, elbows resting on his knees.
“Steve, we need to start thinking of the future. I know it’s hard but they’re not coming back and we can’t keep doing what we’re doing. We can get away from all this, you know, start a new life. Don’t you want that too?”
He swallowed a lump in his throat. He wanted to fight, to try again and again until he got everyone back. He was grieving, angry, and above all, guilty. Why couldn’t he do what he was made for in the first place? How did he let all of this happen? And why, for god’s sake, why did he have to survive while the others vanished?
But you were right. Of course, you were right. The ever practical and optimistic you. He looked at you with tired eyes, not wanting to argue, and nodded his head. He still had you, that was a win. For every shitty thing that happened since, at least you were alive and he wouldn’t trade that for the world but some jaded, cynical part of him questioned how long that would last. The universe clearly had a bone to pick with him and it was only a matter of time before you were taken from him too and that scared the living shit out of him.
And so he had started to wonder what if?
What if he never had to wake up from the ice? What if he never had to crash the plane in the first place? What if he was where he was really supposed to be?
All those questions drifted down into one person, the one that got away. Peggy. She was his link to the past, everything that was sweet and wonderful. The dance he missed, the future he wanted when everything settled down into peace after the war. Peace. As ironic as that sounded, she reminded him of peace. The little dream he had in the back of his head whenever he infiltrated a nazi base camp. Every mission, every fight, he would think one more of this and the war would be over, one more and I get back to her. Peace.
He craved for that peace so much, he didn’t even realize what he had been doing. He lived in that dream, longing for the time he could never get back. All the while you were hurting, so desperately trying to cling on to him while he slipped into himself. You needed him but he continued to chase the life he lost, for all his talk of moving on. He didn’t even realize how his fear of losing you has led him down to the very verge of it and now, he was anxious and afraid. So so afraid. You wouldn’t leave him, would you? God, he’d do anything, drop everything, to follow you.
That realization just made his head spin, was he really willing to let everything go just like that? Of course, he was. There was no question about it. Nothing else mattered if it meant losing you. It was a damned shame he only realized that now.
We can work through this, he thought to himself. He couldn’t let you go, wouldn’t let you go. It didn’t even matter what you had done anymore, not right now, not when all he wanted was for you to know everything, that above all, he was choosing you. He loves you.
I’ll make this work. We’ll make this work.
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He stared at his friend’s face, her red hair already outgrowing the blonde curls that framed her frowning face. She couldn’t believe it. Hell, even he didn’t believe it. How could you?
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Before the sun had even risen, he was already up, tying his shoelaces with his jittery hands. He had never been so nervous in his life. Not even when he had to crash his own plane, with that came a sense of doom and certainty but this? This was torture. This was hell.
What was he going to say? How was he going to explain himself? What could he do to make you stay?
What you had done the night before, invading his most private thoughts, had been pushed to the side. In his heart, he had already forgiven you, understood why you had to do what you did. He knew you, the kind of person you were and you would never have done it had you not thought it was necessary. And with everything that he’s done and what you heard, could he really judge you for it?
He rushed into the apartment, his heart already heavy. He couldn’t find it in himself to wait until you woke up and instead gave a tentative, “Y/N?” as he poked his head into the bedroom door, the sight of it knocking the air right out of him.
No, no, no, no, no.
The neatly made up bed greeted him, curtains drawn back to illuminate the empty room. His heart dropped to his stomach, “No, no, no, no, no,”
“Y/N?” he shouted into the room, somehow hoping he was mistaken, that you were still here, that you’d show up.
Did you really leave him? Could you really have done that?
He ran to the bathroom, calling out to you, but it was the same as he had left it. Except all of your stuff was gone. Your toiletries by the sink, all the little hair ties you kept lying around. Gone.
How could you do this to him? How could you leave without saying goodbye?
All the clothes he had always folded for you after you tossed them in the closet weren’t there anymore. Any trace of you was now gone. He let out a curse, his cold hand fumbling for his phone in his pocket. No messages, no calls.
“Come on, pick up,” He prayed into the phone. Please, please, please. When the monotonous operator answered, he let out a shout,
“Fuck!”
Throwing his phone unto the bed, he realized even the clock he had thrown in his temper had been cleaned away, a letter laid down on where it was supposed to be.
He picked it up quickly, his breathing rapid at the two simple words scrawled in your distinct handwriting.
I’m sorry.
Crumbling the paper in his fist, he shakily put it to his pale lips. Breathe...
What were you thinking? You couldn’t have even left a number to contact you? How was he supposed to find you now? He felt himself grow weak in the knees. He knew the type of training you had with the X-men, if you didn’t want to found, you wouldn’t.
Had he lost you forever?
Hands shaking at the thought, he ran. Ran to get away from his emotions. Lost, angry and hurt. What the hell had you done?
What the hell had you done?
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Natasha let out an exhale, bringing him out of his reverie. The look of hurt still evident on her face, she couldn’t believe you’d just leave without saying goodbye.
“If there’s one thing I know is that she loves you. You need to fix this, Steve,”
Before he could even reply, the front gate’s access flashed before her. Mindlessly swiping it, they both turned to the monitor, their minds still preoccupied on where you could be. The man standing outside, waving his arms about looked eerily familiar but that couldn’t be...
Scott Lang?
Oh god, what now?
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Catch Me if You Can-Laws of Attraction (Part 2) 🍋
Summary: After weeks of flirting, teasing, and close calls, Tessa is ready to take the plunge, but can Gabe overcome his own worse fears and join her?
Pairing: Gabe Ricci x Main Character (Tessa Michaels)
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If you hesitate, opportunities will pass by you
So open your heart and come out
-Girls Generation, The Boys (Korean Ver.)
The hotel café the following morning was full of delicious, mouth-watering smells and buzzing conversations of the guests milling around, families excitedly planning for the day ahead or business associates discussing their upcoming ventures and other current events. In the back corner of the room next to the sheer curtains covering the early morning Boston sun, Gabe Ricci halfheartedly pokes his fork around the scrambled mess of eggs barely eaten in front of him, his head resting on a propped fist as his eyes struggle to stay open as a dull headache thumps in his head. He lifts his fork to take another bite of eggs, but his stomach lurches at the sight, and he drops the fork with a clatter. He reaches out to pour himself another cup of coffee, but he curses under his breath when he realizes the pot he ordered was empty. He tries to catch the attention of a passing waiter, but his eyes instead slide to a couple sitting a few tables away from him, their fingers laced together on the table as they share an intimate conversation punctuated by giggles and kisses across the other’s knuckles. The sight makes his stomach ache in guilt as the events of last night play like a never-ending repeat of a bad movie in his mind.
He knows there is no one else to blame; he is the one solely responsible for the shitty mess between him and Tessa. If he just gave her the obvious answer last night, he wouldn’t be sitting in the back corner on the verge of a hangover and close to passing out in his eggs. Instead, the two of them would be upstairs in his suite, her hair splayed out over one of the pillows as their limbs tangle together underneath the soft sheets draping over their naked bodies. Or, they would be eating breakfast in bed and watching the sun rise behind the towering skyscrapers as they share intimate little details about each other. Yet here he was, sitting down here and looking pathetically ridiculous as he stares a hole into his eggs like they held the answer to the question of why he was down here and not upstairs.
But Gabe already knows why he is sitting down here.
He is afraid that Tessa would reject him once things got serious.
Gabe Ricci, the man who stares down opposing attorneys and judges in a packed courtroom is afraid of something like rejection from a woman. The man who is confidently sure of himself and goes toe to toe with some of the greatest legal minds of the current day is afraid of being told “no.” The whole situation seems entirely laughable, and Gabe would completely understand if people saw it that way. But those people didn’t know about the one specific incident all those years ago that completely changed the course of his life and made him the way he is today.
Gabe considers himself to be an “all or nothing” person, devoting one hundred percent of himself to everything in his life, whether it was his job, himself, his relationships, and even his love life. It was his “all or nothing”, caring attitude that brought him to the door of the New York Public Defender’s office. Being a public defender was never going to be a smooth sailing job, but even with the obstacles in front of him, Gabe still defended his clients with everything he had. But at the end of the day, his “all or nothing” attitude was still not enough. He had little to no victories to back up his expertise and knowledge, and the passion he had for the legal field dwindled with every “guilty” verdict that felt like a swift punch to the gut. The workload was becoming overbearing with each passing year, and eventually, Gabe started questioning his own abilities and confidence. He found himself trapped in a never-ending nightmare with no chance of escape.
Even though his job was becoming a literal hell, he could always count on the one bright spot in his life at the time.
Katrina.
Katrina was everything Gabe hoped to find in a partner. She was kind, intelligent, caring. The two of them had an incredible whirlwind romance, and Gabe felt like he was walking on Cloud Nine when she was around. She was the one person who made everything feel better after a hard day. She was the one person who motivated him to push forward, encouraging him and giving him belief that one day, things would become better than what they were. She was the first person Gabe had met who he truly believed shared his same attitude of “all or nothing”, and their relationship grew more serious with each passing day. The future of their relationship came to a head one night in Central Park, where Gabe found himself on one knee in front of her with a glittering diamond ring in his hand, ready to fully go “all in” and spend the rest of his life with her. However, two little words made the intense romance they once shared fizzle out and leave his spirits firmly crushed. She rejected him in Central Park, and a week later, she moved out of his apartment and out of his life, the two of them unable to rekindle the romance they once shared despite their best efforts.
The pain of her rejection made him a closed-off shell of his former self. He never socialized after work or on the weekends unless he absolutely had to, and if he did, he hardly spoke to anyone unless the situation called for it. His work continued to suffer as he couldn’t find the heart and motivation to defend his clients as well as he knew he could. But one day after a trial, Sadie McGraw cornered him and offered him a second chance, a chance to start over and become the lawyer she knew he could become. With her help and guidance, Gabe slowly started rediscovering himself as a lawyer. The power she had given him combined with his knowledge and expertise pulled in big wins for the firm and moved him up towards the top ranks of McGraw Byrne. He was rediscovering his passion for the legal field and helping others. People began to congratulate him on his wins and praise his incredible devotion to the firm.
While he wouldn’t argue his devotion to the job, it wasn’t the sole reason he stayed long nights or came to work early in the morning. Every time he went back to his apartment after work, the sliver of happiness he felt and the boisterous conversations of the office became replaced by dreaded loneliness and cold quietness. The solitary confines of his apartment were a constant, mocking reminder of what he didn’t have anymore, a reminder of her rejection all those years ago. The office became a safe space of sorts for him, and he dreaded leaving its comfort. With the company’s generosity, Gabe secured a new, better apartment where he could make new memories and not be constantly reminded of bitter ones. The one thing the company couldn’t help him with was finding the one person who made him feel even a tenth of what Katrina made him feel. He never shied away from going out on dates as he attempted to move on with his life, but no one understood his passion, commitment, and devotion the way Katrina did. Plenty of people managed to catch his attention, but no one came close enough to keep it.
Until Tessa walked through the doors.
Gabe had discovered her the same way Sadie did, and he knew she would be a perfect addition to McGraw Byrne when Sadie opened up spots on the team. He had firsthand knowledge of her legal expertise, and he knew she fully devoted herself to her clients and used the knowledge she continued to learn in order to help them. However, while she managed to capture his attention, she was the only one who managed to keep it. She is incredibly beautiful; there was no denying that fact. But seeing her in action shined a completely different light on her. She goes above and beyond for her clients, and she willingly and gladly steps up and takes initiative when needed. She isn’t afraid to go toe-to-toe with some of the best attorneys in the state. Passion flows out of her like a waterfall, and it shows in her work. She is quick-witted and sharp, her eyes and mind never missing a single detail, and Gabe was not only impressed, but insanely captivated by her.
He initially didn’t think much of their constant flirting in the office or their dinner outings together, especially since Tessa flirted with the fireman for her eviction case. He was a little jealous she flirted with someone else, but since her flirting charmed the fireman into giving her more information than needed, she pulled in a massive win for the firm, and Gabe simply brushed it off and chalked up the flirting as part of her charm. It wasn’t until the cancelled business dinner that Gabe realized what was between them was more than just their typical flirting. He was catching real feelings for her, no matter how much he tried to deny it. While he did acknowledge his feelings for her, his heart was still too guarded and afraid to act on them. Tessa was the first girl he had serious feelings for since Katrina left him. He didn’t know if Tessa even felt the same way he did, nor did he know if he would be able to repair it again if his relationship with Tessa ended the same way like Katrina.
But deep down in his gut, he knew that Tessa was different from Katrina. It was a feeling he couldn’t put a logical reason on, but a gut feeling, one that you just know is true even if you couldn’t explain it. She was the first person Gabe felt genuinely happy with in a long time. Gabe not only believed in a future with her, he could also picture it. Everything he pictured and every interaction they have together doesn’t feel awkward or forced. It feels natural and…right. Aside from that, Tessa showed time and time again that she wants to be with him. If she didn’t, she would’ve turned down every invitation he gave her, and she wouldn’t have gone out of her way to make sure they spend a few moments alone together whenever they can. Tessa already made her feelings about him clear last night, and she was ready to risk the opportunity at becoming partner at one of the country’s premier law firms. She was more than willing to risk it if it meant having him.
Could he really do the same and risk his comfort for her?
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The morning sun spills into the living room of the hotel suite as the remains of Tessa’s in-room breakfast lay scattered across the coffee table. A re-run of celebrity chef Everett Flynt’s new TV show plays in the background as she busies herself in the bathroom, putting on the last touches of preparations for the day ahead. Once satisfied with her appearance, she pads back out into the bedroom and opens the closet to find an outfit for the day. When her fingers graze the powder blue dress she wore to the cocktail party last night, her task becomes forgotten as her mind flashes back to the night before, her stomach aching at the bitter taste of the memory.
The weekend conference had started off so well with everyone laughing and joking like the best of friends. The cocktail party went off without a hitch, and she managed to score some huge connections with distinguished judges and other lawyers. Everything about the weekend was absolutely perfect, until she decided to stick around and have a late-night snack and drink with Gabe and confessed her harbored feelings toward him. Looking back, the idea to share them was not one of her finer moments; she was certain Gabe and her would take the next steps of their relationship after confessing their feelings for each other, but instead, Gabe did the same thing he always does when they get close to crossing a line. He quickly doused the growing flame and pushed her away once again.
She grabs an outfit from the closet and starts getting dressed, her eyes glancing over at her bed and seeing a few jet-black streaks on the pillowcase, a reminder of what happened last night after she walked away from him. But it also reminds her she can’t keep running back to him and giving him chance after chance. As much as it hurts to walk away from him and what they potentially could have, she knows deep down she will be better off in the long run for doing so. She couldn’t open her heart and let someone inside only to have him lock her out of his. It was Gabe’s turn to return the favor, and this time, his words were no longer going to be enough. It was time for his actions to match his words and feelings, and until they did, Tessa has to move forward with her life.
She finishes getting dressed and fixes the loose strands of hair that got out of place. She glances at the alarm clock on her nightstand, seeing it is still too early for the company cars to come take them back to New York. Just as she was about to lounge on the couch and distract herself with Everett Flynt’s TV show, a loud knock reverberates through the space.
It couldn’t be…could it?
Mind curious, she makes her way over to the door and peeks out of the peephole, her stomach flipping circles as her pulse quickens at the sight of Gabe standing right behind the door. She takes a deep breath and opens the door to see him standing there with his hands shoved in his pockets and his feet shuffling nervously. His actions make her more nervous than excited; Gabe normally acts so confident and sure of himself, and to see him act completely not himself makes tension creep into her thoughts.
“Hi…” Gabe says with a rare, bashful smile as he flicks his eyes down to his shoes. “Can we…” he rubs the back of his neck, “can we talk?”
Seeing him in front of her makes her feel the sting of his rejection all over again, and she has half a mind to slam the door in his face and finally give him a taste of how it feels to be rejected. But when he lifts his eyes towards her, her heart twinges in sympathy. The trademark, mischievous twinkle in his eye is no longer there, and his shoulders look like they’re carrying the weight of the world on them.
“Please…” he quietly pleads.
He’s making the effort you wanted him to make she reminds herself. With a sigh, she gives him a small, almost inscrutable nod, and Gabe flashes her a soft, grateful smile as he shuffles past her, their arms brushing against each other. Tessa tries to force down the warm prick she felt as she shuts the door behind him and follows him to the living room, making sure to keep plenty of space between them, knowing that if she didn’t, she would never get the answers to her questions. Gabe takes a look around the room, taking in the half-eaten breakfast and the way she stands with her arms crossed protectively over her chest, the space between them feeling like a chasm as guilt blooms in his chest again. The air was filling with cold tension, and Gabe awkwardly clears his throat, eyes darting around to find something to break the quiet spell.
His eyes land on the TV, and he jumps at the opportunity it presents. “Taste of the World? Isn’t this the episode where Everett runs away from the show and the culinary producer he obviously has feelings for?”
“Seems fitting, doesn’t it?” Tessa blurts out with a humorless guffaw. Gabe flinches at the sting of her words, and she squeezes her eyes shut in regret, cursing at herself under her breath. As upset as she is, Gabe made the first move. The least she could do is hear him out. “I’m sorry, Gabe. I didn’t…”
“Don’t be sorry,” Gabe cuts in. “I deserve that and much more.” He takes a step closer to her, and when she doesn’t back up, he continues. “In any case, you have nothing to be sorry for. None of this is your fault.”
“Maybe it is my fault,” Tessa concedes. “I was being too pushy and trying to force an answer out of you that you clearly weren’t ready to tell me.” She uncrosses her arms and drops them back to her sides, a sign that Gabe takes as a good one.
“You weren’t being pushy, Tessa. You were only being honest with me, and no one should ever be blamed for being honest. And you’re right. The show is fitting considering I’m the one who keeps running away when it’s the last thing I want to do.”
The harsh expression on her face softens into mild surprise. Was he fixing to tell her the real reason he keeps running away? “Gabe, all I want to know is why do you keep running when it’s clear that you and I both want this?”
Gabe swallows the lump in his throat, the memory of her rejection rearing its ugly head again. “Because that’s exactly what she did.”
Tessa furrows her brows. “Who’s she?”
“Katrina.”
“Who’s Katrina?” After a long pause, the lightbulb goes off in her head, and her eyes widen in recognition. “Oh…” Her mind goes back to the night of the business dinner and the far-off look Gabe had in his eyes at her question of commitment.
“Even in this city?” she asks him in pure surprise. “You’ve really never found someone who’s as all-in as you are?”
Gabe looks across the glittering skyline of New York. “I thought I had, once…” he turns his attention back to her, and Tessa can see the unspoken memory fade from his eyes, “but that was a long time ago. And as it turns out, I was wrong about her.”
“How…” she swallows hard, her heart aching in sympathy for him. “How bad was it, if you don’t mind my asking?”
Gabe scratches his stubbled chin and lets out a humorless, bitter chuckle. “Let’s just say I can’t get a refund on the ring anymore.”
Her eyes widen into the size of saucers, and her jaw drops open in complete shock. His actions and words suddenly became much more understandable. It explained why Gabe kept running away and avoided crossing the line between playful flirting and serious romance. He thought if he didn’t cross those lines and reject her first, she was going to be the one to do it eventually. He refused to act on his feelings because the last time he did, Katrina rejected his proposal and left him. Gabe didn’t build the walls around his heart to keep her out. He built them because he was afraid history was going to repeat itself, and he chose to live in his own little bubble of comfort instead of taking another risk, and Tessa couldn’t blame him one bit for it.
“I’m really sorry she did that to you, Gabe.” Her feet move closer to him, the space becoming smaller. “I had no idea.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he brushes off. “I’ve moved on from it. In any case, her rejection changed my life for the better. If she didn’t, I probably wouldn’t be at McGraw Byrne in the first place, and I never would’ve met you.”
Tessa fidgets with her ring. “Gabe…” she begins, but quickly trails off.
“What?” he asks her. “You know you can say or tell me anything right?”
“I know, but…” she takes another deep breath, forcing herself to say what she was thinking. “Do you really have feelings for me?”
“Absolutely,” Gabe says, no hesitation in his voice. It makes her heart flutter a bit.
“Have I given you any reason to doubt my feelings for you?”
“No.”
“So even knowing all that, you still choose to run away,” she says matter-of-factly.
Gabe flinches at her words, tucking his gaze away from her. “Yes.”
“Then you haven’t moved on. Not entirely at least.”
Gabe’s eyes snap over to hers as he furrows his brows. “What?”
Tessa sighs. “Look Gabe. You’re absolutely right. If Katrina hadn’t rejected your proposal, we never would’ve crossed paths in a hundred years. But…”
“But what?”
“You still let what she did control you,” Tessa points out. “You say that you’ve moved on, but have you really? I mean, just take a look at what happened last night. The minute we started talking about getting serious, you quickly pushed me away and ran. You did the same thing in Vegas, and you did the same thing at the business dinner too.”
Gabe runs his hand through his hair. “I know I did, and I will always regret my actions. But I’m willing to give us a chance if you still want that. I like you so much, Tessa, and I know the two of us have something special that is worth so much more than a partnership or my insecurities.”
She eyes him curiously. “And what happens if I do give you a chance, Gabe? Are you going to run again?”
“Absolutely not,” Gabe says firmly, his deep tone making her skin jump in shock. “I’m done running away, Tessa. For good.”
Butterflies flood her stomach as her heart swells at his words, but the sensations only make her feel more guilty for what she was about to say. “Gabe, you’re saying all the right words, and I want to believe them so badly. I really do. But…”
The hopeful expression on his face slowly fades as icy dread floods his veins. “But you can’t?”
Tessa nods dejectedly. “I’m sorry, Gabe. But until you actually show me instead of telling me that you really are done running, and that you really want there to be an ‘us’, we can’t…”
Before she could finish her sentence, Gabe takes two quick strides over to her, the space between them shrinking as he gently cups her cheeks in his hands. His thumbs run over her cheekbones, and she instinctively submits to his touch, her mind already forgetting its previous thoughts and focusing solely on the soft, tender caress of his thumbs. She can smell the sharp and heady scent of his cologne, the one that makes her want to bury her face in his chest and breathe him in. She can see each individual eyelash and the sparkling mixture of nerves and pure determination in his eyes. The little puffs of breath from his lips tickle her skin, and her blood rushes and pounds in her ears as she finds herself slipping into his warm, chocolate orbs.
“What…what are you doing?” she asks over the sound of her heart thundering in her chest.
He brings their faces closer together, only centimeters between them. “What I should’ve done a long time ago.”
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The walls Gabe spent years hiding his heart behind start to crumble as he closes the last inch of space between them. He tentatively presses his lips against hers, a spark of electricity racing through her that makes her scalp prickle. The initial shock of his kiss makes her tense up, a small little whimper coming from her lips, but soon, she finds herself melting into the kiss when Gabe presses his lips firmer to hers. His lips feel like velvet, moving slowly and sensually against hers as her eyes flutter close and her body surrenders to his dizzying kiss. Her arms slide up around his shoulders and tease the little hairs on the back of his neck while he grips her waist and pulls her closer to him, his hand snaking up underneath her shirt and lightly pressing into the bare skin of her lower back. A rush of warmth spreads throughout her body from his touch, and Tessa lets out a small little moan when Gabe gently nibbles on her bottom lip and breaks the kiss. Their foreheads touch together, their breaths mixing as all their unspoken feelings and desires pass between them in this silent, intimate moment.
She shyly bites her lip and looks up at him through her lashes only to see him smiling back down at her, his eyes a swirling cocktail of happy relief and fiery desire. Since growing closer to him, she often caught herself wondering when their first kiss was going to happen and what it would be like, and she would gladly admit the real thing was so much better than her imagination and thoughts. It was full of sensual desire, yet sweet tenderness. It was warm and comforting, yet intoxicating and thrilling. It was gentle, yet confident and sure. It was a kiss full of everything she associated with the man holding her in his arms.
“Now do you believe me?” he asks her as he nuzzles his nose with hers. His voice is laced with his signature cockiness, but Tessa detects a slight hint of worry underneath it.
“I think I need a little more convincing than that.” She was more than convinced Gabe meant what he said earlier, but she found some fun in teasing him a little longer. She considers it playful revenge for making her wait all this time for him to finally acknowledge his feelings.
A low groan vibrates in his throat at the floodgate Tessa’s words opens up inside him, and both of them know there is no going back after this. The tip of his tongue darts out and silkily caresses his lower lip as his eyes darken more, the passion and desire he kept locked away and hidden now flowing through his veins and taking control of his thoughts and actions. Tessa shudders at the sound of his groan and the carnal look in his eye, her nerves switching to high alert as the air buzzes with excitement. His hands snake around her waist and down to her ass, pulling her hard against him and relishing in the feel of her body against his. His firm, hard bulge presses into the apex of her thighs, and she feels it grow harder with each passing second. She subtly grinds her hips into the hardness, a pleasant rush of heat pooling between her legs as soft groans fill the surrounding air.
All of his previous fears and doubts dash out of his mind as he firmly crushes his lips to hers in a searing, heated kiss, molding and shaping her lips to his every whim and wish. Her knees wobble at the sudden assault, but his strong arms wrapped around her waist hold her up securely as the air sparks like a colorful firework and showers them in a bright rainbow of light. Her body molds perfectly into his, like two puzzle pieces fitting together perfectly in the picture. Her mind goes dizzy with delight as her hands run over his clothed chest and come to rest on his sculpted shoulders. He shifts his hips ever so slightly, and the friction makes Tessa groan in pleasant surprise. Gabe takes advantage and lightly teases his tongue with hers as the two of them deepen the kiss. When their lungs scream for much-needed air, he sinks his teeth into her bottom lip and tugs it back, breaking the kiss and leaving them gasping for air.
“Convincing…enough for…you?” he asks her. “Or do…you need a…another sign?”
Her fingers draw lazy heart-shapes over his own heart, feeling it thunder beneath her touch. “I think…I need a little…more.”
She coquettishly flutters her eyelashes and delicately pulls her lower lip between her teeth. The sight makes his cock twitch and punch against the tight confines of his pants, needy and begging for some type of relief, preferably from her. He wraps his fingers around her wrist, halting her movements. Their eyes lock on each other, and slowly, Gabe moves her hand down his torso. She feels the muscles of his stomach subtly flexing and tightening in anticipation, even through the layers of fabric between them. He reaches his belt buckle and stops the movement, his eyes and action asking her the question she already knows the answer to. She gives him a nod, excitement filling up her stomach and making the butterflies flutter. She holds her breath as Gabe guides her hand past his belt buckle, the air becoming thick with anticipation. When her hand finally brushes over his bulge and feels it twitch, the air rushes out of her. Her finger teasingly traces the outline of his bulge, and Gabe sucks in a sharp breath. When she cups him through his pants, the muscles in his jaw tick, head lolling back with a hiss as he surrenders to the sensation of her gentle squeezes.
She runs her palm up and down over his bulge, feeling his cock grow harder and punch painfully against his zipper. With another firmer squeeze of his bulge, the chain holding him back breaks, and with a groan that sounds almost like a growl, their lips find each other again, the built-up passion and desire flowing unrestrained between them as their hands wander and roam over each other’s bodies. Their kisses break momentarily as Gabe’s sweater is pulled off his body and Tessa’s top goes flying across the room. Her fingers try to unbutton his shirt, but when his lips trail down across her jaw and down to the sensitive skin of her neck, she momentarily says “fuck it” and rips open his shirt, the buttons flying across the room and ricocheting off the walls and freeing his naked chest to her greedy fingers. He slides the shirt off his body and tosses it with a groan, feeling more turned on than angry at her action. His lips trail back up across her jaw and find her lips again, their tongues dancing together as the kiss deepens and becomes even more erotic and sensual. Her hands caress over his naked torso, the memory of every dip, ridge, and flex of his muscles becoming firmly ingrained in her mind.
Fantasies from long ago are now becoming real. Any semblance of time and reality escapes them. All that mattered is this moment between them. A moment neither of them wants to end. Ever.
“Gabe…” she mumbles between kisses. “You. Bedroom. Now.” Her fingers slide down his abs until they reach the sensitive sliver of skin hidden just behind the waistband of his pants. When shuddering goosebumps flare up over his skin, he grabs her wrist and halts her movement.
“Wait…” Gabe groans after giving her another kiss. “Are you sure…you want to do this? Because once we start…I don’t ever want it to end.”
The desire and longing in his voice is unmistakable. “Wh…what?”
“I just…” Gabe shakes his head, trying to get his words right. “I don’t want you to do anything or commit to anything you might regret later on,” he tells her. “I want this to happen so much. You know how bad I want you right now, but I understand completely if you don’t want—"
She tugs him forward by his belt and places a hard, chaste kiss to his lips, effectively cutting off his rambling spell. “Gabe, I wouldn’t have given you my keycard if I didn’t want this to happen.” She kisses the tip of his chin, the stubble scratching her lips. “I want this, Gabe.” She presses a kiss on his chest, right over his heart, and the action takes his breath away. “I want you. Only you.”
His grin grows bigger at her admission. “You’re the only one I want too,” he replies, trailing his finger lightly across her jaw that has her shivering in joy.
Her hands slide back up his torso and wind around his neck, deviousness flashing in her eyes. She hops up and wraps her legs around his waist, his strong arms flexing and catching her without missing a single beat. “Then take me into the bedroom and prove it, Ricci.”
He gives her a smoldering look, and with another moan, his lips kiss the hollow of her throat and trail over to her collarbone, his hands squeezing her ass teasingly and eliciting a gasp from her. She rolls her head back and submits to his scorching kisses and kitten bites on her neck as he makes the short journey into the bedroom. He pulls his lips away from her, and with a wolfish grin and a devilish wink, he tosses her onto the giant bed. Tessa senses the shift in dynamic between them at the sudden, but very much wanted, powerful surge of dominance from him. Seeing him confidently take charge was such a turn-on for her and makes warm tendrils coil and tighten in her core. Gabe quickly toes off his shoes while she sheds her shorts and playfully tosses them in his direction with a giggle. He chuckles at her playfulness and snatches them out of the air. When he turns his attention back to her, her shorts slip out of his grasp as his eyes widen in surprise, his cock twitching in extreme pleasure and appreciation at the sight in front of him.
“Fucking. Hell.” He groans, voice gravelly and filled with lust.
His hand reaches down and palms his cock as he drinks in Tessa kneeling in the middle of the bed, wearing nothing except her lacy plunge bra and matching panties as her hair falls over one of her eyes. The sight was so much hotter than the one in his fantasies, and he couldn’t wait to rip away the thin fabric and fully see what she was hiding beneath it. She beckons him with a manicured finger, and with the invitation, Gabe hurriedly climbs onto the bed and drapes his hard body overs hers as he kisses her relentlessly. Her peaked nipples brush up against his chest through the tight confines of her bra, pulsing and begging for his attention. He shifts his weight over to one side, propping himself on his forearm as Tessa wraps her arms around his neck. His other hand slides up her side and finds her breast; Gabe softly squeezes and massages it, his thumb and index finger teasing her nipple through the fabric and making it tight with pressure. A jolt of pleasure surges through her when Gabe pinches her nipple, a rush of electricity traveling through her and making her toes curl.
Her hand slides down and pushes on his shoulder, the weight and control shifting as Gabe falls to his back and Tessa drapes her legs over him to straddle his hips, feeling his hard bulge press against her center. She braces herself on the solid planes of his chest, feeling his heartbeat race wildly and his eyes burning holes into her skin as she grinds her hips against him, a smirk fighting its way onto her face as his soft moans and groans fill the room like a symphony and wrap around her like a blanket. Gabe flutters his eyes closed, succumbing to the incredible sensation of her hips moving over his cock. While he normally is the one to take control and dominate in the bedroom, seeing her on top of him, her hips giving him just the right amount of agonizing friction, and being completely at her mercy is the sexiest thing he has ever seen.
When he opens his eyes again, Tessa sees them glazed over with pure lust and unbridled attraction for her, the magnetic energy washing over both of them. “Goddamn…” he hoarsely whispers, the lust in his voice making tingles spiral down her spine.
“See something you like?” she coyly asks him.
“Oh, trust me, I don’t like this.” His fingers toy with the lacy waistband of her panties, occasionally dipping underneath and teasing the sensitive skin before caressing down her thighs. “I fucking love it. I think you look…oh shit…” his train of thought trails off as she shifts her hips again, sending another wave of bliss washing over him. “I think you look so goddamn sexy.”
The compliment makes liquid heat pool in her core as the air floods with heated desire and erotic passion. She lightly digs her fingernails into his solid chest, seeing the muscles flex before scratching down his torso, sending another shudder through him. “Mmm…having thoughts about me, are you?”
Gabe cocks an eyebrow. “Oh, I have plenty of thoughts about you. All of them dirty.” His hands stop their teasing caresses and travel up her thighs. “You in my bed begging for me.” His fingers graze over her panties, pulling back the waistband and letting it go with a light snap that makes her gasp. “You wet and pressed up against the wall in my shower.” His hands ghost up her sides until they reach her breasts. “You bent over my desk in my office.” He cups her breasts and flicks the peaked nipples straining underneath the fabric. “You on top just like this, riding me. Hard.”
The images flash through her mind, and the muscles in her core tighten in excitement at the possibility of making all of his fantasies come true. “Who knew Gabe Ricci had such dirty thoughts, or that he likes being controlled,” she tells him as her back arches and her chest pushes further into his massaging hands.
One of his hands snakes up behind her back and expertly undoes the clasp on her bra before carelessly tossing it across the room. “Just because you’re on top doesn’t mean you’re in control.”
She arches an eyebrow at the challenge in his tone. Her hands wrap around his wrists, and with a flash of devious intent, she pins his wrists into the mattress above his head, her breasts hovering teasingly over him, just far enough out of his reach. “Aren’t I though?” she grinds against him again, the friction making their skin hot.
The tip of his tongue darts out and silkily swipes over his lips, her eyes transfixing on the movement. The slight distraction is just enough for Gabe to flip her over and pin her underneath him again. The loose tendrils of his hair cover his eyes, a few strands plastered to his slick forehead, giving him a wild and untamed look, and the look makes her squirm as the muscles in her core tighten. “Told you I was in control,” he shoots back. He dips his head down and teasingly kisses her lips, pulling away before she could deepen it. He guides her arms up and pins them above her head. “Keep them there,” he commands.
“What if I don’t?” she asks him. “What are you going to do about it?”
Gabe groans. “Let’s just say that I reward good behavior and punish bad behavior.” He smirks at her. “But something tells me you enjoy punishments far too much, so I guess I’ll have to come up with something a little different.”
His lips attach to the warm pulse point of her neck, and Tessa sinks into the mattress like it is a warm pool of blissful pleasure. He kisses down the muscle of her neck before licking a wet stripe back up the length of it and giving it little nips and bites as he trails back down. He leaves wet, open-mouthed kisses across her collarbone until he reaches the hollow of her throat. The tip of his tongue traces the outline before placing a kiss directly in the middle of it, and Tessa sucks in a sharp breath. He shifts his body downward as his kisses travel across her chest and down to her breast. He kisses and slowly licks wet circles around her breast, leaving no inch of skin untouched as he comes closer and closer to her nipple with each circle, and Tessa groans at his methodical torture as her nipples throb in pleasure. When he places a kiss directly on her peaked nipple, the air rushes out of her in a moan that sends vibrations flooding through his veins and directly to his cock.
He draws her nipple between his lips and sucks on it while his other hand kneads and molds her other breast, giving her the relief she has been craving from him. He alternates his movements, from sucking on her nipple to giving it gentle little nips and swirls of his tongue while his fingers tug and roll her other nipple. He sharply bites down on her nipple and soothes the sting with his tongue, and Tessa arches hard off the bed at the sweet torture. He shifts his body again as he releases the nipple from his mouth and kisses his way over to her other breast. He gives it the same agonizing torture as the other until both are even more swollen and throbbing. Her hands clench into fists as her eyes squeeze shut, fighting the urge to touch him as every little nip and suck makes her squirm in pleasure.
The tip of his tongue trails down through the valley between her breasts, the action sending blood rushing through her body and making heat pool in her core. As much as she tries to fight it, Tessa gives into the urge to move her hand, and she reaches out and threads her fingers in his dark, soft hair. Immediately, his hand wraps around her wrist and pins it back above her head, and she giggles in spite of herself. He glances up at her through his lashes, and Tessa can see the raw power in them. He kisses his way back up, tongue darting out briefly to flick over her nipples again, and over the hollow of her throat. He softly nips at the center of her neck and traces her jaw with teasing breaths until she feels his hot breath on the shell of her ear, goosebumps flaring up over her skin.
“And you were doing so well,” Gabe murmurs in her ear as he traces the shell of her ear with his tongue.
“You know I don’t do well following the rules.”
He nips at her earlobe. “Then I’m going to make you follow the rules.” He swings his leg over her and climbs out of the bed, her body already missing his warmth. “Don’t move,” he commands. “I’ll be right back.”
He pads out of the room, leaving Tessa lying there a building mess of excitement and nervousness. She hears Gabe mutter a curse before the sound of the TV is cut off, and she giggles at the absurdity of it. She strains her ears to hear anything else, but the only sounds she can make out are soft rustling of fabric and little clinks like glass. After a few more moments that felt like an eternity, Gabe knocks on the frame of the door, and she shifts up onto her elbows to see him standing there, his lips kinked to the side in a smirk and devilish intentions dancing in his eyes. He holds up his hands, and Tessa sees a glass filled with ice cubes in one hand and the belt to the complimentary bathrobe in the other. The thought of what Gabe was planning to do to her with those two items has her quivering in delight.
“I hope you’re ready, Tessa,” Gabe says. “Because we’re going to have some fun.”
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A/N
So hello everyone! I know this took a lot longer than anticipated, but unfortunately, life decided to throw a curveball at me recently, so I am very sorry for the delay.
For those who might guess, when I finished the 2nd part, it again turned into another 15k mess, so you all will be getting a Part 3 shortly, where we’ll go into even more of some smutty goodness and some fluffy pillow talk.
I hope you all really enjoy it as much as you did for part 1, and I will see you all soon for the finale!
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HC: And There Was Only One Bed (Affectionate) [pt. 2]
(Zzzzzzz…..)
(Alright, second part done :V Not much to say here for now, but I hope you’re excited for the upcoming part to come out next ^^ And my ask box is always open, so feel free to drop in and chat any time! I’ll be seeing you :D)
Basic sleeping hcs with ya boys, and for a part two, outside home life? You’ll see what I mean lol
Characters: Quackity, George, Badboyhalo.
Warnings: Nightmares in Quackity’s part, but besides that we’re clean <3
Song Recommendation: Metamodernity- Vansire
Up Next- Sapnap, Philza, Fundy, Schlatt.
Enjoy your day guys! I do hope it be rockin :]
Quackity:
Quackity is one floppy motherfucker. You fall asleep with him spooning you, head nestled between your shoulder blades, hands holding yours in front of your middle, legs entangled, the whole shi-bang, but wake up with him starfishing half on the mattress at a weird angle that makes his neck sore for the rest of the day.
Each day is a new position for you to add to your ammunition of teasing against him, but he takes it in stride. He totally doesn’t wake you up halfway through the night by flinging himself over your middle, ‘asleep’ and snoring like a freight train. When you give up halfway through trying to stop him breathing and just fall asleep lying on his chest, he turns to mush and gets distracted playing with your hair. You don’t know why he seems so exhausted the next morning, and he only giggles dreamily at you when you ask.
While he’ll be the big spoon for as long as you want him to, there’s a special soft place in his heart for being the little spoon. Hold him, please. Pull him to your chest and gently run your fingers through his hair, rub his back and kiss every inch of his face until he’s down for the count. The easiest way to make him feel better after a bad day or an argument is to let him know you want him and love him. Just holding him at night guarantees that he’ll bring you a present the next day (like the inner stardew valley house husband he sometimes longs to be lmao).
It’s a 50/50 chance of waking up with Quackity or after him, seeing as he prefers to get up early to enjoy the quiet mornings before the rest of the smp wakes up. He gets ready, makes the both of you coffee (or tea, something to help wake you up), and watches the sky change color while he waits for you to come sit with him in the kitchen. The two of you try your best to assure a moment together before you go about your separate ways, sitting together and talking about what you have planned or what you might have for dinner later. It’s his favorite part of the day, aside from coming back home to your awaiting arms.
Another citrus-y smelling fellow. More orange than lemon, he bathes in the morning after he wakes up. You typically wake up right after he gets finished washing up, walking into the bathroom to hear him quietly humming while drying off his hair and wings. He’ll give you a small guilty grin and a good smooch on your forehead as an apology.
Another poor fellow with nightmares;; They’re a lot less frequent than they used to be now that you’ve gotten together (having someone to talk to and work through each others issues does WONDERS apparently) but when they hit, they hit him hard. You wake up from him twisting and turning right before he wakes up in tears. He doesn’t like to be touched afterwards, drawn in on himself and facing away from you, hiding his crying. When you leave to get him a glass of water and come back, he’s more grounded, crawling into your arms and accepting the drink gratefully. With his forehead pressed to your throat, taking small sips from his cup, he’ll tell you what his dream was about. Sometimes it’s Technoblade, sometimes Dream, mostly Schlatt though. His ex lingers on his mind more than he likes to admit, a deep sense of abandonment showing through his nightmares. Quackity struggles with sleeping for a few days after, afraid of what he might see when he closes his eyes again.
(You’ve fallen back asleep by now, hand paused in its ministrations and resting snugly in his hair. Things are warm and quiet and soft, and he feels safe again.
The nightmare still hovers fuzzily in the back of his mind, but for now he can ignore it, focusing on your slow breathing as it lulls him back to sleep.
His last thought before finally letting himself rest is how much he loves you, giving you one last squeeze in his tight embrace before relaxing into a much more stable slumber. ‘Gracias por todo mi amor.’)
George:
Impeccable skill of just falling asleep wherever and whenever. Before the two of you got close and started sharing a bed together, he really left his sleep schedule up to fate. He’d find a comfy spot and crash there for a few hours till he was awoken and would just repeat that a few hours later. Now that he has you, he makes more of an effort to stay awake during the day so he can sleep through the night next to your side. It more or less works, but occasionally he’ll have slept during the day and he wakes up in the middle of the night. As “punishment”, he sentences himself to waiting it out instead of getting up to do something because he truly wants to keep going to bed with you.
Not big on contact, likes having his space when he’s sleeping. Cuddling is nice every once in a while, but he prefers being able to breathe a little bit when falling asleep. He does, however, actively make the choice to hold your hand while he slips into slumberville. His grip isn’t too strong, nor is it very light, but a gentle mix between the two to try and remind you how much he loves you. You’ll wake up before him and his hand will still be holding yours, pulled to his chin as he sleeps. His breath fans your knuckles slowly, face eased of any stress, absolutely content.
George bathes…… probably. I’m just kidding, he fluctuates between bathing at night or in the morning because he just goes through phases of forgetting to when the time comes. His little mushroom home doesn’t come with a bathroom, seeing as its wholly empty (please if anyone has housing information on George or like. Any character at all please inform me please i beg-), so he’s limited to getting clean at a friend’s or your house. Typically yours. He keeps all of his valuables at your place once you start letting him sleep over there, tucking his clothes into your closet or in your dresser when he thinks you aren’t looking, leaving a toothbrush and his soap in your bathroom, hanging his armor up on an empty armor stand you have tucked away, all due to his inability to straight out ask if he can live with you.
It’s not like he doesn’t want to live with you, he practically does anyways, but there’s something in him that worries that you won’t like him if you’re forced to live with him permanently. He knows it can become… a bit much when you have to be around someone 24/7, but doesn’t realize that you pretty much already are around each other 24/7 lmao.
It takes a while but eventually he settles down and over dinner suggest that maybe you two should take it to the next level. His face is flushed pink and he keeps switching which leg he has crossed, but he takes your hand and quietly asks if he could start living with you. It’s a surprisingly sweet moment, even with your confusion (thinking you already DID live together), and of course you say yes.
He looks so relieved when you accept, and is kinda like, “I know this will be a difficult process but I’m very excited to become closer with you.” and then nothing changes ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
(It’s on the walk home when George finally processes that he now lives with you. It feels heavy on his heart, a mix of nervousness and excitement that makes him swallow hard and tighten his fingers around yours.
This isn’t the first time he’s spent the night at your place, nor is it the first time he’s crawled into bed with you and slept next to just because you let him, but it is his first night actually living with you. The moment feels brand new, as if it’s his first time visiting your house all over again.
He begins to wonder if maybe this was a mistake, maybe he’s moved too fast and maybe your regretting letting him live with you already and- He takes a hurried look at your face. You look… unbothered. Happy, even.
There’s this half hidden smile on your face that soothes his anxieties, drawing out his own fragile smile. He can’t wait to live with you.)
Bad:
Mmmmm, big man warm. A natural heat machine, no need for lots of blankets or heavier pajamas, Bad will take care of all your cold problems. Every night after you finish your shared nightly routine, you curl up in his arms, immediately becoming over come with his toasty embrace. It like when you get clothes out of the drier and just hug them to your chest, the warm, clean, smell good experience that Bad also delivers.
He’s got a pretty ingrained nightly schedule that he sticks to, and he always invites you to join him after you finish up dinner. It starts by cleaning up the house a little, washing the dishes, setting aside clothes for the next day, taking a quick bath, brushing his teeth, reading a few chapters from a new book he’s picked up, and then settling down to go to bed. He won’t push you to do it with him, but he does try to incorporate you into his routine when he can. Usually it’s just by doing something small, like reading together or massaging your shoulders, but sometimes he’ll ask you to join him when he bathes.
Bad bathes pretty often, always at night, and using a nice smelling soap that he makes himself. Like what was said above, he’ll sometimes ask you to join him when bathing. It’s not ever for any naughty means, but because he sees bathing as a very intimate and vulnerable activity for you to share. He won’t push it, understanding that it can be overwhelming to be so open, but if you do choose to join him, he’s so gentle with you. His hands are worked and calloused, but they’re soft when they run soap through your hair, his nails lightly scratching your scalp and running down the back of your neck. He practically purrs when you return the favor, giggling as your hands brush sensitive spots around his sides. Afterwards he becomes so cuddly and attached to your side, you fall asleep with him curled up on YOUR chest, trapped under him.
That being said, most nights he takes to being the big spoon. It’s more for convenience sake, seeing as he’s a good few feet taller than you are, but he also can appreciate being held and loved on after harsher days. He’s a lot like a weighted blanket, a nice heavy weight that keeps you warm and makes you feel loved <3 love this guy.
Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it), you sometimes have.... Visitors. Bad is a hub for the homeless, bored, and nutty members of the smp. They flock to him like birds to the elderly, which means you have “children” to take care of for a day or two at a time :/. Dream and George aren’t regulars, per say, but Bad has a room set aside for either of them when they come over. To their credit, they do try to be polite when they come over, and will help in cooking dinner or cleaning up. Skeppy, however, is unlike Dream or George, in that he’s more of a third partner in your and Bad’s relationship.
Skeppy up and appears at random, no announcement, and makes himself comfortable any place where Bad is. Be it at your home or his, Skeppy eats your food, lounges on your furniture, hell, he even sleeps with you and Bad at night. You two share Bad’s chest whenever Skeppy is over. It’s so jarring at first, having to deal with having another boyfriend (because Skeppy will consider you to be apart of the thrupple after introductions), but he usually only stays for like 3 days before leaving to do whatever else he has planned. You don’t know if you should be worried or upset or what, but after a while it becomes kinda nice to have him around.
All in all Bad is great to sleep with <3
(Bad blows the lantern out on his bedside counter, shuffling under the cover beside you once the room was fully dark. You slung an arm over his chest instinctively, cuddling up into his side when his arm pulled up around your back and held you even closer.
You shivered pleasantly when he gently pressed a kiss into your hair, becoming sleepier and sleepier with each rise and fall of his wide chest. He sighs quietly and squeezes you, murmuring softly to you as you both fell asleep. “Goodnight, sweetheart. Sleep well.”)
Have a good evening! Do something nice for yourself tonight. You deserve it.
#mcyt x reader#dsmp x reader#c: george#c: quackity#c: badboyhalo#georgenotfound x reader#quackity x reader#badboyhalo x reader#hc: and there was only one bed (affectionate)#woof#sorry this took so long to get out guys ^^;#lets hope pt.3 won't take as long!
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I Found My Light: Chapter 3 (Kakashi x Reader)
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3
A/n: Sorry for the delay! Wasn't sure where I wanted to go with this but it came to me in the shower (as all good ideas do). Hope you enjoy it! This story is far from over.
Summary: You attend the group training session where, to your dismay, Kakashi is in attendance.
Word Count: 1800
Warnings: fem!reader, SFW (but won't be in future chapters), violence, angst
Fanart!: Please check out this fanart inspired by this fic by the talented @szamasza <3
If this training session goes like any other typical training session, you are in for a long one. Training usually begins around mid-day and lasts several hours until everyone feels like they’re on the brink of death. Then, when face down in the dirt, Asuma tries to convince everyone to head to the bar on the main street that gives discounts to shinobi. After a few minutes of resounding I’m-too-tireds and maybe-next-times, everyone gives in and spends the remainder of the night into the next morning crammed in a booth getting absolutely sloshed.
This night was like any other night, except not because your anxiety was at an all-time high.
Kakashi showed up about an hour into training, aloof as ever. You were deep in your spar with Genma when you saw him out of the corner of your eye. Genma must have noticed your distraction, as he didn’t hesitate to spit his senbon at you with full force. Luckily you were refocused in less than a second and caught it between your fingers.
“Nice try, buddy,” you teased him, “It’s going to take more than that to throw me off.”
Genma raised his eyebrow at you. “I don’t know, (y/n), you seemed a little distracted,” he teased.
And just like that, you were back at each other’s throats.
Kakashi ended up finding a spot sparing Gai. Typical of him, as usually Gai is the only one who can keep up ability-wise. Although, Kakashi hasn’t seen how much you’ve grown and a part of you is hoping you’ll get a chance at him. You still have yet to use your chakra sword-whip, your most brutal weapon, in front of your fellow shinobi. It’s remained in its sheath strapped across your back, waiting to be used against the most brutal opponent.
“Alright, alright,” Genma pants, curled up on the ground holding his left side where you just landed a forceful kick, “Please show me some mercy, (y/n).”
“Only if you admit that I’m a better shinobi than you in every way,” you say smugly, crossing your arms across your chest.
“Yes, you are a better shinobi than me in every way. You're stealthy, quick, strong, intelligent, adaptable, beautiful, and, most of all, kind. Which is why you’ll give me my senbon back.” He pleas, still laying on the ground with his hand out to you.
“Mmm, fine,” you tease, pulling the senbon from your hair where you used it to hold it in a bun. “It does make a great hair accessory though. I think I might have to get one for myself.” You help Gemma back up to his feet and stick the metal needle back into his mouth.
He gives you a smirk, still grasping onto your hand. “You should see my collection. I have at least two hundred of these,” he boasts, taking the senbon out of his mouth to twirl it in his fingers. “I‘ll make sure to pick one out for you.”
“I would be honored.” You smile warmly, squeezing his hand.
At this moment you could sense a set of eyes staring at you from the other side of the training field. Well, one eye, you should say, as Kakashi is staring directly at you while he holds Gai in a headlock. His expression is unreadable as his eyes flicker from you to Genma and then back to you. You could swear that you saw his shoulders drop a bit before he brought his attention back to Gai who is currently struggling to breathe in his grasp.
“Ka-ka-shi-ple-ase-le-t-me-go-” Gai gasps, holding onto Kakashi’s arms currently wrapped around his neck. Kakashi’s eyes widen when his attention is brought back to his opponent and he immediately releases Gai from his grasp. With a thud, Gai drops to the floor and sucks in one big breath.
“Are you trying to kill him?!” Kurenai yells as she runs to tend to Gai who is sitting on the ground rubbing his neck. Everyone else on the field stops what they’re doing when they notice the commotion and circle around Gai wondering what happened.
“I’m sorry-” Kakashi starts, hands back in his pockets still staring at Gai wide-eyed.
“Apologies are unnecessary my rival!” Gai cuts in, still gasping for air. “Flashes of my youth came to me as I was falling out of consciousness. It reminded me how much there is to live for. I thank you for the near-death experience, Kakashi!” Gai quickly recovers and stands up, dusting the dirt from his green jumpsuit. “You win this round, but I wouldn’t get used to it!” Gai challenges, holding out a hand for Kakashi to shake.
“Yeah, sure Gai.” Kakashi agrees sheepishly, accepting Gai’s hand.
“Damn, Kakashi.” Genma starts, a smug smile pulling at his mouth. “The Anbu made you a pretty ruthless fighter, huh? I didn’t realize friend-killer Kakashi applied to us too.”
You could hear everyone in the circle try to hold in their gasps after registering Genma’s statement. Kakashi’s whole body stiffened and you could see the appearance of a grimace form under his mask. He is visibly uncomfortable. Yet, instead of looking at Genma who just addressed him, he is looking at you.
You suck in a breath, feeling terrible for Kakashi. Rumors spread, nicknames are formed, it’s all a part of being a shinobi. But “friend-killer Kakashi” is on a whole other level of petty.
That jerk.
“Are you fucking kidding me, Genma?” You turn to him and yell. “What makes you think you can say shit like that?”
“Oh c’mon!” Genma retorts. “We were all thinking it! This is the first time he’s been back training with us since the Anbu. You’ve heard what people have said about him. I’m surprised one of us isn’t already dead!”
This time no one was able to hold in their reactions as gasps escaped everyone in the circle.
You are fuming.
“Actually, Genma, the only one you should be worried about killing you is me because I am a second away from shoving that stupid senbon down your throat.” You take a step forward, challenging him.
“Hey, hey,” Genma retreats, taking a step back with his hands up in defense. “I was just trying to look out for us, for you especially. I mean out of all of us, you should be the most concerned. You know, with the whole situation that happened with Ri-”
You close the gap between you and Genma in seconds, grabbing the collar of his vest, you yank the senbon from his mouth and hold it against his throat.
“If you finish that sentence it will be the last words you ever speak.” You threaten. “You have no idea what you’re talking about. You have no idea the details of what Kakashi has been through. What Rin went through. What I went through. It isn’t your place to speak about a situation you know nothing of. So do us all a favor and shut up.” You let go of his vest and shove him back a couple steps.
“Wow, damn, okay, sorry.” Genma apologizes, a hint of annoyance in his voice. “I was just joking around. There’s no need to be so serious about it, (y/n).”
“My hand went through Rin’s heart,” Kakashi speaks up from his silence. “There’s nothing to joke about.”
Hearing Kakashi speak this hard truth sends a sharp pain through your heart, and you instinctively grasp onto the part of your shirt lying over your chest.
You turn and look back at Kakashi, who meets your eyes.
Pain.
So much pain.
You turn to step towards him, but he’s already retreating from the circle.
“I think that’s it for me today guys. I’ll catch you around another time.” Kakashi says as he turns away from the group giving you one last glance. Heading towards the forest, he reaches around to his pouch and pulls out his Icha Icha novel, bringing it in front of him to pick up where he left off.
After a few silent beats, Asuma claps his hands together to bring attention to him.
“So,” he starts, “drinks anyone?”
Everyone immediately becomes more relaxed now that the focus has shifted. You, on the other hand, are feeling so tense that you start to hear ringing in your ears. You get that Asuma is just trying to relieve the tension in the group, but you can’t help but be annoyed that he’s trying to move on from what just happened so quickly.
Kurenai meets your gaze and can read your annoyance. She gives you a pleading look that says drop it for now, (y/n).
Everyone in the circle, including Genma, give a resounding “yes” and head in the opposite direction of Kakashi back towards the village. You're left alone standing in the middle of the grounds as they make their way out.
“(Y/n), are you coming?” Kurenai calls out to you.
You contemplate for a second and begin to wave her off.
“I think I’m going to stay here for a minute. You guys go on ahead, I’ll meet up with you later,” you reply. Honestly, you have no intention of getting back together with them, as any place where Genma is hanging out is the last place you want to be.
“Okay,” Asuma shouts back at you, “we will be at that one bar on main.”
“As always.” you joke back, trying to sound light-hearted.
Once they are out of sight you turn to look back at the trees that Kakashi exited through. You have absolutely no idea where he could be headed to or how fast he could be traveling through the trees. It might be a waste of time to head out after him. After all, if Kakashi doesn’t want to be found, you have no chance of finding him.
Feeling slightly defeated, you plop down to the ground and sit criss-cross in the dirt. You sit up straight and put both of your hands palm-up on each knee. Taking a deep breath in, you feel the breeze rustle through your hair. Taking a deep breath out, you hear the sound of the trees flowing in the wind.
If he wants to talk, he will come to me. In the meantime, I will meditate.
The next time you open your eyes, it’s dark out.
Damn, how many hours have passed?
You close your eyes.
More time passes.
The next time you open your eyes, Kakashi is sitting a few feet across from you mirroring your position.
His eyes are open.
As if your thoughts are mirroring each other as well, you both speak in unison.
“I’m sorry.”
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title: catch up now?
× pairing: Idol!Jungkook x Interviewer!Reader, old friends from highschool kinda stuff, abandoned but maybe rediscovered love on both sides.
× summary: Three years are a long time. In three years, many things can and will change. But three years hadn’t been quite enough to change how two people feel about each other.
× warnings: a little teeny bit angsty but it’s nothing, really. Mainly fluff, some flustered, overly eager Gguk and old memories coming up.
× wordcount: 2k
× a/n: Not gonna lie, this might be one of my favourite pieces I've ever written. I really hope you enjoy this too! it’s somehow inspired by ‘Love Maze’ (BTS) and also ‘50 Proof’ (eaJ). Will probably not have a pt.2
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When he had read the name of the interview host - or hostess more like - Jungkook had already felt the familiar tingle in the pit of his stomach that he had thought had disappeared over the course of time. Yet, he wasn’t surprised that it was still there.
He had however not dared to hope that it could actually be you, there sure were other people called (Y/N) (Y/L/N), who has pursued their dream of becoming an interviewer, media person, whatnot. He didn’t even know if you had actually graduated uni and made it in the job, hence he hadn’t seen any of you in about four years of him debuting now. He had occasionally checked out your Instagram or Twitter, yet he shied away from following you on any social media platform. You weren’t really public about your work or personal life on both, you mainly retweeted stuff (he found out about your love for Bingsu and Makgeolli ice cream like that) and posted a few selfies or landscapes. He hoped that you had been able to pursue your dream of traveling around for a bit, in South Korea and outside of it. Though again, he didn’t know.
Jimin was seated right in front of him and Jungkook couldn’t help but nervously play with his hyungs honey blond dyed hair. Jimin chuckled surprised yet amused about his open display of nervousness and turned around slowly.
“Everything okay, Jungkook-ah? You seem more nervous than usually.” He remarked, making Namjoon look over to the maknae in wonder. “He does, right? I thought so too. Did something happen?” Jungkook only shook his head.
Not yet, he thought to himself.
The cameras around them started to blink all at once, the light has been set up correctly and the camera and sound team had settled down around them in the dark. Manager and publicists stood somewhere in the back, swallowed up by the dark. The only person that was missing still, was you. Or the person called (Y/N) (Y/L/N), Jungkook tried to tell himself.
Suddenly there was a soft laugh from somewhere off the scenes and his heart tripped over its own beat and finally, finally, you stepped into the light.
You looked pretty as ever, grown into your features entirely, like a lotus flower finally in full bloom. Jungkook had to swallow dry. The light coral red of your lip balm complimented your skin and the subtle almost invisible make up you wore, accentuated your already beautiful features even more. You hadn’t changed your hair much, but it was a bit longer and looked so soft in the bright light. His eyes almost subconsciously darted to your fingers, searching for evidence of a possible relationship. He was almost ashamed how quickly he ended up thinking about this, his own boldness making him even more flustered. (There was no formal looking ring on your ringfinger though, to his relief.)
There was a warm smile on your lips as you bowed deeply to them all, greeting them respectfully. The boys returned your greeting immediately and a bunch of annyeong haseyo-s sounded through the studio. Jungkook felt Namjoon look over at him again, a piercing gaze Jungkook knew he wouldn’t be able to withstand if he met it. So he just kept looking at everything but Namjoon...not that this was hard to do when you were right in front of him.
“Thank you so much for being here with us.” You said with a smile, looking at everyone with the same look of respect and polite distance. Like you were supposed to, at work, as a professional. Like you didn't know them personally. Everyone, including Jungkook.
He felt his heart drop to his stomach. Could it be that you...forgot about him? It couldn’t really be, right? How would you actually be able to, you really...in this moment your eyes crossed again and something flickered in your eyes, a facade crumbled for a few seconds only. It was an amused twinkle, like a cheeky wink and a minimal curl of your lips.
Acknowledgement.
And Jungkook’s heart did multiple flips, breath caught in his throat and eyes widened.
You had started with the questions, keeping the conversation light and flowing. The vibe in the room was comfortable and built up on mutual respect - yet Jungkook felt as if he was sitting on red-hot needles. He wanted to talk to you, ask about how you had been, what you were doing (if you had a boyfriend) if you were happy, if you got a cat, how your mother’s little business was going (he’d anonymously purchased countless items, to support your family), if your favourite colour still was cyan blue and your still religiously bought Pajeon and Makgeolli on rainy days, if you ever spent a second of your day thinking of him (because he did).
Him, your somewhat ex-best friend from highschool, him, the one you spent hours talking to in the ungodly hours of the morning, him who you had lost your first kiss to (though lost wasn’t the right word: you gave it to him more like). Him who you had poked fun of when the first girl approached him in his Rookie days and he’d been flustered to no end.
Him, who had promised to you that he wouldn’t abandon your friendship and yet the two of you drifted apart anyways.
Not for the lack of trying on either side though. Jungkook’s schedule had just become even fuller, his nights shorter, training longer and fans more obsessive. And you had seen each other less often, greetings were shorter and late night talks turned into good night wishes over text quicker.
You on your part weren’t mad, a little disappointed maybe. Sad for sure, but not mad. After all, you had expected it to turn out like that. So had the rest of your little circle, Haneul, Hwang, Kyong and Myunghee. Whilst the five of you had supported Jungkook on his journey with all you’ve got, you all tried to overcome the obvious pain of him drifting off.
Some (mainly Hwan and Kyong) with working harder in school for example. You did that too, but sometimes you also partied a little harder, were awake at three AM a little more often, missed him a lot more. It hurt letting someone you love go.
Jungkook and you had always been a bit...closer. Why you didn’t know, how you couldn’t possibly explain. But you were and him rising into the heights and new dimensions of being an idol destroyed this almost completely. This strange world of fame, those walls of flashing cameras, the flow of expensive goods and seas of screaming people, that was his world. He was a star, figuratively and somewhat literally. He shone more radiant, higher, longer, prettier and too bright for an innocent, young love to coexist.
So you stayed behind, soon having lost his number due to him having to change it, his contact information soon had less to say than what you could find on the internet.
His new hair colour? Well, you could google it. Height? Current weight? Several fan sights knew the answer. Achievements? The internet again.
It was strange, ridiculous to some extent. And it hurt. But you couldn’t blame him, so you never did.
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When you had heard that you would be interviewing BTS last week you could help but feel scared. You hadn’t seen him face to face for three or so years, three years with no FaceTime, texting, three years of not seeing his bunny smile, smiled just for you.
And when you had seen him again, laid eyes on him for the first time in thirty-five months, you realised that nothing you ever felt for him had faded away. It was all the same again, your heart still jumped in your chest and your stomach still fluttered whenever he did as much as breathing. The only thing that had changed was his height and him having had the biggest glow up you had witnessed in your life, yours included – though this Jungkook would disagree vehemently.
This Jungkook who got pulled out of his thoughts and memories almost violently, as you directed a first question at him only.
“I…” he started, gulping hardly, having forgotten the question already halfway.
“Sorry I can’t – how have you been?” you stopped shortly, stunned and a tad confused at first. You hadn’t expected him to be so bold. Or clumsy, for that matter. Yet you couldn’t help but giggle, and all the unsaid words and ignored truths between the two of you disappeared into smoke, taking all tension with them. Just like that.
“I’ve been fine, Gukie. Busy. Long-time no see, hm. How about you?” somewhere behind the cameras someone dropped a pen and there were multiple gasps being heard. The rest of the bangtan boys didn’t look any better; Jimin had his mouth open, Taehyung was looking back and forth between the two of you, Yoongi just froze, Jin and Hoseok had clasped their hands in front of their mouths and Namjoon just looked like someone poured a bucket of ice water over his head.
But Jungkook? Jungkook was smiling widely, his bunny smile, smiled just for you.
“Busy too. Yes, very long time no see.” He replied sheepishly, a small laugh escaping his lips as he looked around the dead silent studio. “Why…how do you know each other?” Yoongi finally asked, eyes snapping back and forth between the two of you.
“Well I guess we have to tell them now. We know each other from back in Highschool. We were pretty close friends back then.” You explained softly, giving him a small smile. Jungkook nodded quickly. “My apologies. I didn’t wanted to completely ruin the interview but…I haven’t seen you in three or so years. Sorry.” You waved it off. “It’s okay, Jungkook. We will catch up later, alright?” Jungkook nodded, making the mistake of looking over to Namjoon, who looked like he finally understood everything. “Is that why you were so…never mind.” He ended in a mumble and Jungkook was glad he did.
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The second the interview was officially finished and all the cameras shut off, Jungkook was on his feet and approaching you. He didn’t even care about formalities anymore as he just wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a tight hug.
The first thing he noticed was that he couldn’t nestle his face in the crook of your neck as easy as he had been able to do in high-school. The second thing was that you had changed your perfume into something more flowery and fresh. The third thing he noticed was how much he liked having you in his arms again, especially because he could now rest his head on top of yours.
The first thing you noticed was how broad your Kookie had become. Broad and tall and firm everywhere. The second thing you noticed was how he smelled more expensive, faintly musky but still very much like Jungkook. A scent you could pick out from a thousand, unique and everything you loved. The third thing you noticed was how familiar and how looked after you felt in his arms, how protected from every harm. You had missed this feeling.
“Aigoo, Junkookie!” Jin yelled from behind, causing you to chuckle embarrassed and trying to break the hug. But Jungkook simply tightened his arms around you, having no intentions of letting you go any time soon.
“Just ignore them. They’ll leave, eventually.” His voice was muffled by the skin on your neck, since he had now buried his face there, taking deep breaths.
“And we?” you asked with a small laugh, not moving either. “We stay. We catch up. Got a lot of that to do.” Sounded good enough to you…just that you had expected them to make a bee-line for the exit after the cameras cut due to their busy schedule.
“Catch up now?” you asked after a few seconds of him still having his arms around you, unmoving. The young man shook his head.
“No…not right now.” He took a deep breath, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, mumbling against your skin and the fabric of your blouse.
“In five minutes. Let me just hold you for a little while, you…you have no idea how much I missed you.”
If he only knew.
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not a bad thing.
a/n: we often see fics involving cats turning into a human hybrid but i wanted to switch it up. i wasn’t sure if i wanted to make him full on quadrupedal or just half human-cat. spoiler: i chose the latter.
word count: 2.8k
genre: fluff
warnings: n/a
pairing: catboy!shinsou x gn!reader
summary: shinsou is infested by a quirk that turns him into a cat. how is he going to turn back?
you and shinsou are on patrol before suddenly alerted that there is a robbery from the jewelry shop nearby. the both of you quickly get into offensive mode and spot the running criminal, one that you’ve never seen or known of– probably making their debut tonight. they have the physique of a human but the head of a cat. none of you have any idea of what their quirk is but judging from their figure, you probably have the gist of it.
“okay, they’re running into an alley!” you inform shinsou who’s running right behind you. “i’ll try to get them from the back while you try to distract them.”
“hey, wait–” he calls but you already left him when you turn to the other side of the building to execute your plan.
you stalk the criminal behind the wall who’s running towards your direction before jumping in front of them and startling them. your quirk allows the ground to turn into clay and objects to molt into shapes you desire with a touch. the ground between you melted once you activated your quirk, but the offender is quick to stop and turn around and face shinsou instead.
“we got you cornered. please don’t resist.” shinsou says, activating his quirk at the same time. realizing that they have no other options, they sprint forwards into shinsou’s direction to make a break for it. shinsou swiftly uses his scarf to grab a hold on them but unfortunately, they’re so much quicker and are able to smoothly avoid the restraints– thanks to their feline capabilities and senses.
“shinsou!” the culprit is closing in and before shinsou can defend himself, he’s met with nothing but a soft peck on his lips. the both of you are surprised and they easily take the opportunity to escape and disappear from your sights.
“are you–” concerned, you run up to him who is still baffled and wiping his lips with his sleeve.
“fine,” he grunts. “but they got away. hopefully the police are notified by now.”
“i’m sorry, it’s my fault. i didn’t think it through.” you sigh defeatedly. “but hey, at least someone got a kiss!” you joke, eliciting an eye roll from the male.
“shut up, it’s not funny. what am i gonna write in our report? ‘got kissed by a villain’? goddamn it.”
you laugh, “it sounds romantic, though.”
a loud banging on your door suddenly interrupts you from your sleep. you glance sleepily at the clock from your bedside table– 2:24 a.m. maybe turning on sleep mode wasn’t a good idea.
you look through the peephole and open the door to a very distressed shinsou in his hoodie.
“what’s going on?” you move to the side to let him stomp in before closing the door behind you. it has only been a few hours since the incident earlier. he stays silent as he stands in the middle of the room and it kind of starts to make you feel worried. “shinsou?”
he turns around with a glare and he sighs to recollect himself, “promise me you won’t laugh.”
you blink at him once, twice. “i was in the middle of my sleep, i don’t think i’m in the mood for a joke right now.”
“promise me.”
“okay, okay. i promise!”
once he gets your word on it, he slowly pulls the hoodie down from his head– and you can’t believe what you’re seeing; shinsou now has cat ears!
“what– what’s that?!” your hand finds its way to your mouth as you try to hold in your laughter. is this a joke? was he forced to do this?
“you promised–” he pulls back the hoodie on his head to hide his new ears that hold the same shade as his hair.
“i know! but– but it’s a good look on you! you look so cute!” you start giggling and walk up to him. “oh my god, can i touch it?”
“what?! no!” shinsou steps back, protecting his new ears with his hands.
“oh, come on! you trust me with this, right? i bet i’m the first person you looked for!”
“y-yeah, but–” he stammers, “but that’s only because you were with me! i bet it was their quirk that made me like this!”
you manage to corner him to a wall and you quickly take off his hoodie to reveal his ears again that are pushing backwards as some sort of sign of defense.
“i promise i’ll be gentle.” you coax, hands already reaching up to his ears before he could answer. you scratch behind his ears like you normally do with cats and he slowly relaxes to your touch.
before he feels like he’s about to purr and humiliate himself, shinsou smacks your hand away, “cut it out.”
“why? i thought cats like that?”
“and i’m not a cat.” he looks away to hide his face, feeling like his cheeks are turning warm. “anyways, i don’t know what else it’s gonna do nor how long.”
“but we gotta tell the hero’s commission about this. i don’t know if you wanna stay over or something but i really wanna see what’ll happen tomorrow.”
“so you can laugh at me even more? when my tail shows up?” he snorts.
“pshh, no.” shinsou squints at you for a moment before you groan defeatedly, “okay, maybe?”
he rolls his eyes, “don’t mind me then.”
if your sleep last night was disturbed by knockings from the door, this morning you’re woken up by a frantic shout of your name from the living room. you quickly get out of bed to check out what’s happening.
“shinsou– oh my god!” you squeal both in amusement and shock as you notice a fluffy indigo tail coming from shinsou’s back. shinsou, however, looks beyond unamused.
“ït’s getting worse.”
“aw, shinsou.” your lips feign a pout. “you look ador– ack!” he throws a pillow at you. “fine, i’ll report this to the commission.”
“could you, maybe...” he mutters before you turn back to your room. “leave out the details? i feel embarrassed.”
you tilt your head questioningly, “but isn’t that the most important part? to find out how to undo their quirk?”
shinsou just remains quiet, his eyes staring down onto the ground. feeling as if you don’t want to make his day any worse, you comply. maybe you can find something out by the end of the day or maybe he can only hope that the quirk won’t last much longer anymore, that there should be a time limit for it like most quirks do.
you leave the room to take a quick shower and write in your report. a couple of hours pass by and you think about cooking for your guest today. shinsou is still laying on your sofa, looking very much in despair while his fluffy tail wags up and down, making you feel nothing more than mesmerized by it.
failing to fight the urge, you quietly sneak behind him and tug on his tail. the startled male turns to you annoyingly.
“at this point i just wish claws would come out so i can put a scar on you.”
“and i will throw a bucket of water in your face.” you tease. “anyways, i’m gonna cook for both of us now. you can do whatever you like. you’re a cat anyways, i can’t really tell you what to do.” he glares at you while you stride off towards the kitchen laughing.
you call out to eat once you’ve finished cooking. nothing too special, just fried rice and stirred veggies that are enough to fill your empty stomach. you’re not going to take any complaints and you’re not the best cook either but it’s the most you could do right now.
“ack!” shinsou coughs after taking the first bite of his meal and quickly gulps down some water.
you look at him dejectedly, “hey, i know my cooking isn’t that good. don’t need to rub it in my face!”
he shakes his head, “no, it’s just– i think my taste buds aren’t working well.”
“you’re just trying to make me feel better.” you scowl playfully but shinsou only chugs his drink each time he tries to put food inside his mouth. “don’t tell me you only want to eat fish now?”
“i hope i don’t. but– meow?” realizing what slips out from his mouth so casually, he puts his hand over his mouth in shock.
“meow?” you repeat.
“shit, i– meow.”
“shinsou, are you okay?” you look at him curiously.
he shakes his head again, his cat ears pushed back. when you stand up from your seat to check on him, he quickly dashes to the corner of the room and faces the wall. you carefully walk closer to him but as you are about to put your hand on his shoulder, shinsou turns around and hisses at you– his tail slightly fluffed up.
you take a step back in wary, “oh, um, okay? i’ll get you a fish? is that what you want?”
shinsou only growls lowly, his irises narrow and tail wagging in annoyance as he watches you walk back into the kitchen to get food for him.
oh boy, this is bad. he lost his speech abilities.
thankfully, you have some raw salmon in your fridge. while you wait for it to defrost, shinsou only curls up in the corner defensively. each time you try to get closer to him, he’ll either growls or hisses at you. as much as you want to be offended (he’s close to you after all), you can’t help but think it’s rather adorable to see him like this– behaving like a cat though you can see that he still has his attitude.
you then try to sway him with the fish, gently placing down the plate in front of him before he sniffs his food and crouches down to eat it without using his hands.
“that looks... so inhumane.” you sigh. “maybe i should feed you?”
you take a slice of salmon from the plate and bring it in front of his mouth in an attempt to feed him. he looks at you warily for a brief second before sniffing it again and opening his mouth to nibble on his food.
“that’s a good boy!” you giggle, reaching to pat his head but he shies away as he chews his meal. okay, he probably needs some time.
you patiently feed him until the plate is empty and give him some water to drink. you then finish up your brunch and do the dishes while shinsou lazes around on your sofa. to your surprise, shinsou is quick to warm up to you when he sits up and scoots from his seat, giving you room to sit next to him. even more surprising when he lays his head on your lap right after that. it makes your heart throb and embarrassed at the same time.
“uh...” he looks content but you’re unsure if he’d allow you to touch him. however, you decide to try your luck and begin to gently caress his hair.
shinsou flutters his eyes open at the touch and doesn’t fight back but instead his eyes slowly shuts again as he leans into your hold. his head nuzzles against your hand as you continue to stroke his hair. you take it as a sign that he has finally loosen up and you waste no time to scratch him behind the ears. over time, you can almost hear him purring on your lap. your heart squeezes in glee at the thought that shinsou finds comfort and warmth from you.
“you’re not hard to please, huh?” you chuckle as you watch the male endearingly; maybe he should just stay like this so you won’t have to put up with his smart mouth so much. you’ve heard about how cats are able to provide humans oxytocin but currently you’re not sure if it’s because he is partially a cat or because it’s shinsou himself.
the both of you stay in the position for quite a time as you idly flip through channels on the tv screen. truth be told, shinsou is the only one that feels comfortable right now. you want to move because your legs are starting to feel numb but you feel bad if you wake or move him. fortunately, you are saved by the bell when there’s a knock on the door.
shinsou’s ears perk up as his attention is drawn towards the door.
“hold on, i think i got a package.” you stand up from the sofa and head towards the door to greet the delivery man.
shinsou watches you as you stand there and engage in little unnecessary chats while you sign on the paper. the man gets excited when he recognizes you as one of the pro heroes and somehow it drags into a long conversation before he realizes that he’s running out of time and needs to deliver his packages to the other customers. with a brief handshake, he finally leaves your doorstep and you turn towards a vigilant (half) man from your sofa.
his indigo eyes narrow down at you as you walk up to him, gaze piercing through you as you find your seat next to him again.
“what?” you look at him in unease. he shifts closer to you and scrunches his nose as he takes a sniff from you and a low growl rips from his throat as if something unpleasant just flared through his nostrils. and to shinsou, it is– the scent is still you but it’s somehow tainted now and he doesn’t appreciate it.
“hey, i already took a–”
shinsou suddenly jumps on you, his hands pushing you roughly by the shoulders as his bigger and muscular build hovers over you. your heartbeat is running a mile once your eyes are locked with his. you hung around him a lot before and there were some unintentional brush of the hands here and there, but this is probably the closest you two have been and you’re starting to feel nervous.
“shinsou? c-cut it out.” you whimper but the male doesn’t budge at all and instead his lazy eyes just continue to bore into yours.
if only you have a water quirk, you probably would spray his face by now.
once shinsou’s grip softens, you try to wriggle away. however, he leans down closer to you and stops an inch away from your face. you want to brace yourself for what’s to come but you have no idea what to expect either, but there’s an unshakeable feeling inside you that wishes to feel his soft lips on yours. you blush at the thought– you probably shouldn’t feel such way towards your colleague and especially when this is the work of the criminal’s quirk, you should keep this professional and not let your personal feelings be involved.
however, your little wish is granted.
your eyes almost go out of their sockets when shinsou gently presses his lips onto yours so tenderly. you can see that the absurd fury he had has subsided and he turns rather calm as a soft sigh escapes from him. slowly, your own eyes close as you give in to the kiss.
it feels all too quick before he pulls away and gazes at you with those half-lidded eyes. it’s a dreamy sight and you just want to pull him back but you notice that his ears are slowly disappearing.
he blinks a few times before letting reality finally hit him and realizing the compromising position the both of you are in. a tinge of pink creeps on his cheeks and he quickly pushes himself off of you.
“your ears and tail are gone!” you squeal, voice masking the dread inside you that he’s back to normal but you’re also glad that the quirk has worn off.
“thank god.” he sighs. he tries to remember the details of how he even got on top of you but nothing pops in his mind. he might have the slightest idea but he doesn’t want to believe it. the thought of it makes his ears and cheeks burn hotter. even if he did kiss you, he doesn’t want it to be like that– not when he’s under a damn quirk.
“do you remember what happened?”
“the last thing i remember is when we’re having brunch.” he murmurs, still trying to put one and one together.
“oh, boy. you should’ve seen yourself! you suddenly started acting like a–”
“listen. you are to forget what just happened.” he cuts you off immediately.
he’s so used to putting up a stoic attitude around people. he always deliberately tried to look cool especially around you and made sarcastic remarks to annoy you but that was one of his confusing ways to express his liking to you. and now the fact that he might have looked so vulnerable in front of you, it’s just too humiliating.
“but–”
maybe this time, shinsou thinks it’s okay to finally use his quirk on you.
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[ Genshin Impact Imagines ]
Imagine #2 : Eyes of a thousand sunsets - I'd walked Teyvat for three thousand years and yet this sight is one I've only seen now-
Vago Mundo - Zhongli
Imagine how Zhongli would fare in your absence after you made yourself a constant in his life in such a short amount of time-
It also happened to be his birthday and you somehow did not say goodbye :(
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Contains spoilers for Zhongli's story arc and voice lines, read at your own risk
May also contain implied smut (perhaps a full-fledged one if yours truly is feeling generous)
Tried to do gender neutral reader but I can't be certain if it would work
Read below the cut for the entire imagine!
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Zhongli had been scouring the entirety of Liyue for nearly half a day now in a futile attempt to capture your oddly elusive presence. He finds it most peculiar, on most days it would be you who he would find standing in front of his doorstep first thing in the morning with an offer of a walk always up your sleeve, so it had been since Childe had introduced you both to each other and - Zhongli hopes- so it will always be.
Although if pried, he would admit that he had initially found himself quite at a difficult situation to respond to your invitations- the people of Liyue -cordial as they may be- usually tend to leave him be unless they are in need of his knowledge on certain subjects or of his appraisal on what makes fine craftsmanship.
Simply put, not a soul had once sought his presence for the mere purpose of pure and unadulterated companionship. Even the young Fatui Harbinger, Childe, only ever hovered about him in Liyue in behalf of the Tsaritsa- not that Zhongli minded, he was used to living decades in solitude. Lineages had flourished and ran barren in front of his very eyes (he had done dealings with ten different Yu's from the same flower shop and had never missed a beat on mistaking the Yu of present to that of a hundred years ago- they all looked, talked and acted the same way that he swears if he does not catch wind of the souls that departed and was once again born in Teyvat, he would have believed him to be an immortal) and he had neither blinked twice nor pause for any deep contemplation of sorts. For him, it was just the fate of all beings that ever lived- to toil a slave to the cruel hands of time long until the earth may claim them once more.
Mortals were born to go about their lives as they saw fit. To create memories and gather experiences, to connect with other people, to establish and fulfill contracts of their own and then, ultimately, to die- where does a thousand year old archon fit in the midst of all mortality except to watch from afar and see to their duties to their people and the lands they govern? Where does he fit in with the Liyue of present when the connections he had made was with that of the Liyue during the prime of the Archon Wars?
He did not know when his connection with mankind had gone so insubstantial, and so, he had also long-forgotten how to appropriately respond to the hand that you so willingly extended to him that one fateful morning. That very morning that paved the way to the cascading events that had reintroduced him to the very concept of humanity.
It was a morning like countless of others, a scenery he had long learned to paint by heart and with both of his eyes closed. The same old sun just peeking out from the navy remnants of the night before and dousing the world about him in gossamer yellow, the smell of the ocean and of silk flowers drifting about in their usual languid waltz aboard the hazy morning air, the same faces setting up shops from across the funeral parlor and below, and the same voices beginning to make their sales and advertise their wares.
To him, nothing was amiss- it was the same sky, the same tall trees that endured far longer than Liyue's eldest residents, the same stacked establishments and ornate screen doors- that was until you had cleared your throat and brought his fleeting gaze to your attention.
There you stood at the foot of his stairs, decked in your unorthodox attire with your equally strange companion hovering above your shoulder.
You were a stranger to himself and his people -having only arrived quite recently- and yet it was not that fact that set you apart from the rest, no, neither was it because he had met you through a most unfortunate circumstance as Rex Lapis' assassination.
What had set you apart from the rest -at least to Zhongli- would always be the coy little smile you wore on your face that day. How you vibrated with the same enthusiasm as the day you had met, vibrant as you were with edges a stark contrast against the faint colors of his newly roused Liyue.
From what he had heard, you were quite the valiant traveler. One that never shied away from danger and is simply a sign of a contract away from being a bona fide knight. He had heard of your epic adventures and escapades from his good friend in Mondstadt, and knowing how someone as his mentioned friend having required and accepted your assistance? You were already quite a figure he finds himself acknowledging even before he had a chance to put a face to your deeds. He then further learns from Childe after your meeting the previous day that you are in search of a lost sibling, how you plan on doing so was still a mystery even to the Harbinger himself as it remains that you seem rather untrusting of the Fatui- a most wise decision if Zhongli would say so himself.
And yet there you stood before him then, not a single trace of deceit, loss, apprehension or secrecy on your flushed cheeks and nervous grin as you waved up at him and called out,
"Mister Zhongli! Fancy going on a morning stroll with me?" your voice was uncertain, tone faltering in between words as if even in the midst of speaking you still fumbled with the propriety of your speech, your restless eyes rivaling the sun's rays in hopefulness even as they shifted from himself to the ground beneath your shoes and the roof above his head.
The tales painted you as a fearless warrior and a chivalrous vagabond and yet in front of him you were as innocent as the youth you looked to be. Without the blood staining your hands or the doubt perched upon your fragile shoulders, you were easily a beacon of coltish tranquility- of a young heart untouched by death with your giddy movements and your light-hearted speech.
In his need of a disruption to his paling habitude, he had graciously accepted your offer then- and the morning after, and the morning after that.
On the fourth day, you had officially earned a spot in Zhongli's mornings that then multiplied to his evenings as well. It was a fact about himself that he had only quite recently discovered, the equal enjoyment he found in walking to conclude a day well-spent. Your companionship in the midst of it all was a welcome addition he had found himself quickly getting accustomed to and not the root of all mentioned change, this is what he tells himself in the quietest of nights- from when his mind would stray to thoughts of you as you walked beside him or sat across from him, a steady presence that is slowly earning its place in his life.
It was as if in every stroll -every opportunity there was of matching your footfalls- a puzzle piece was snapping itself back into place in the hollow of his torso.
It was only mere chips of wood at first, changes he seemed capable of dismissing so easily with thoughts of your nature as a traveler and the inevitability of your eventual departure from Liyue and yet with each day that had passed each piece had earned their weight and before long he had found himself walking the docks with a chest that weighed heavier than the wares he had helped you carry, so so full and helplessly blindsided with each smile you would throw his way.
It was a burden he found himself most willing to carry, if only while it lasted. If only while it remained to keep his feet anchored to the shore that looked to be so pale in comparison to the unrelenting waves that stormed before him.
And so, when you failed to show up on Zhongli's door at your usual time today, he knew that it would be a day wherein the siren calls of the ocean might just be a little too enticing- another colorless day meant to be tossed alongside many others that came before you walked into Liyue with your lively palette and a worn brush. They were an accumulated mess in the back of his mind, not impeccably arranged as his treasured knowledge was, most certainly not hung in frames for viewing as your morning and evening strolls were.
He went through the day's motions mechanically, finding the Ferrylady's continued glances along his way as she accompanied him rather peculiar and slightly disconcerting.
It was not unknown to Zhongli that his dear colleague had developed quite an indiscreet fascination with him. One too many times was there a comment made on this in the expense of the Ferrylady and so he resorted on refusing to acknowledge its existence if only to spare the poor woman from further embarrassment, however she seems rather adamant with her efforts today, as if she was actively willing him to notice her.
"Is there something you wish to speak to me about?" it was far into the afternoon when he finally asks, his tone amicable as it always was.
They were back in the funeral parlor after a morning spent running errands in behalf of the director. Zhongli folds his hands on the table in front of him, takes in a straightened posture (while carefully maintaining a dwindling sense of casual cordiality) and bestows upon her his undivided attention, "I cannot help but notice that you seem to be on constant edge today."
The Ferrylady's brown eyes widens and she reminds him of his supposed mortality as Childe had done earlier that morning- a morning that had lacked the steadfast warmth of the sun that had long molded itself into what to him is the very notion of a good day-
"I- I just wanted to greet you the happiest of birthdays, Mister Zhongli!" she then goes to rattle on about gifts and the proposition of dinner (courtesy of Hu Tao) and yet only one thought had taken permanent residency in the forefront of his mind since the break of dawn-
Your absence.
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You didn't know what to give him.
This came with quite a generous serving of shock, panic and anxiety.
Childe had carelessly made a mention of Zhongli’s upcoming birthday during one of your milk runs- which so happened to be the very day before said birthday. You tried to throw a casual inquiry about what the consultant may want to have as a present but the harbinger was clueless as you were, that, and you don't really seem to share the same sentiment.
Childe had had ample time to prepare for the event and had known Zhongli for far longer than you did. He had the means to book a reservation to one of Liyue's finest restaurants for a dinner to celebrate the occasion and there you were in all of your nescient moraless glory. His goodwill also appeared to be a test to your patience as what he had to offer as an idea was a wink (of all things) and a rather indecent,
"I'll leave the rest of the gift-giving to you. If we'd want to give Mister Zhongli a reason to celebrate, you may want to consider tying a bow up your head."
That statement alone was enough to make you draw your sword in front of the fatui's face in a vain attempt to conceal the all consuming warmth that flooded your cheeks but then he just seemed so inclined to make the most out of a bad situation and so, follows through,
"If you need help with what to wear I'm guessing the perfume lady may have some lucrative options for you. You still remember the perfume he likes, I presume? I can cover the expenses, just come to me after you've got everything as I'm not quite sure Paimon has the limbs for wrapping a human-sized present." for someone who was dodging blows, Childe remained inconveniently unfazed. He was all fluid movements, obnoxious laughter, and suggestive remarks even as you chased him off to the docks after enlisting the help of a pleasantly surprised Kaeya.
It was a decision you had later on found yourself regretting- much more so than the innocent question that the harbinger had sullied.
Kaeya -for all of his escapades as a scheming Casanova- single-handedly reduced every single one of Childe's propositions to child's play.
If Childe had provided you with the ideas on how to dress yourself, Kaeya made certain you knew every manner in which every single thing may come off and the prolific number of ways to please the dearest birthday celebrant.
You swear that after everything you had heard then, both yourself and Paimon would do yourselves good by visiting the church in Mondstadt and soliciting a spot on one of Barbara's mini concerts if only in a vein attempt to cleanse your young mind- you'd sing praises to Venti if that's what it takes, you were that desperate to rid yourself of the images Kaeya had instilled in your mind. A part of you was certain that even Aether would be nothing more than a blubbering mess of a cherry bomb once the Cavalry Captain was done with him, a bit older and more liberated he may be in comparison to yourself.
To say the least, none of the leads you've gathered thus far serve to be of any actual use save for the utter distraction the lingering illusion of Zhongli’s rapturous face had wrought upon you for the rest of the day.
A part of you knows the man would find such proclivities strange if not downright baffling. You weren't even his type for all you knew, what even possessed Childe and Kaeya to assume your viability to be the consultant's present was completely beyond you.
Shaking your head before the thoughts took a more depressive turn, you proceeded to look back on what little time you had spent with him. Zhongli proved himself to be a rather traditional gentleman who took as much time polishing his manners as he did savoring what to some would be obsolete things in the quickening pace of life- long and slow morning strolls, afternoon tea, story-telling, and appraising antiquities. The most timely penchant you discovered him having being his adoration for Xiangling’s continuously evolving exotic cuisine.
On one hand you didn't want to seem like a creepy stalker by hitting a bull's eye on what exactly it is that had piqued his recent fancy and on the other you wouldn't want to seem too inattentive. You had walked the entirety of Liyue perhaps far more than a dozen circles beside him and Zhongli had not once shied away from regaling you with his tales- trivial and utterly random as some may be- they ranged from the origins and viability of sugar-frosted slimes as a delicacy, to cranes that flew high above the clouds and settled on mountaintops never moving, the oddest of Liyue’s traditions, the most notable local flora and fauna, and what food the adeptus were known to like.
It was only now that you realize that a great many of his stories had aided you with your quests. It also goes without saying that he had a hand on a number of your successes in Liyue as well- having fixed Guizhong’s Ballista and lending his aid on your preparations for Rex Lapis’ Rite of Passing.
It had also dawned upon you that your ears had laid audience to his rich voice orating the history of Liyue and its inhabitants in the most simple and palatable of forms- whimsical knowledge slipping effortlessly past the dulcet lips of a fetching gentleman who graced both the start and the end of your days- and yet not once can you recall an instance where he had mentioned at least an inkling about himself unless you had asked.
If it took all of what little you have in your possession now and even well over the foreseeable future to know Zhongli a little better then so be it, if it means you may at the very least show your gratitude for his precious companionship if not a peek into your budding admiration for him, there was very little you find yourself unable to do.
Now which was the scent Rex Lapis liked the best?
Ah yes, that of a mature woman.
Zhongli really should give the age of today a bit more credit.
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For the first time in years, Zhongli found himself uninclined to abide by the societal responsibilities that surrounded his involvement with the Fatui and with being a mortal- so much so that he found it a complete chore to dress in his finest and had instead resorted on wearing a simple fitted long sleeved black shirt and the day's work trousers and shoes. The wool peacoat he decided to wear on top of his subpar ensemble was but a last minute addition upon reminding himself that it is winter and humans get cold.
Childe declared where their celebratory dinner would be. Apparently himself and Hu Tao had come to the agreement of hosting it together- how exactly that came to pass, Zhongli had as much clue as he did with the arrangements that they had done during the day as he worked. If anything, it all gave him a lot less reason to feel wondrous about the entire affair.
We did what we could with what little time we have on our hands, Mister Zhongli, the Fatui’s extensive connections truly is remarkable, we hope you would enjoy the evening! were the words the Ferrylady had left him with along with the note that held directions to where the gathering would be held, both of which was long shoved by his leather clad hand inside his coat pocket. Nevertheless, it successfully remained a sordid cloud upon his head as he ventured out of his humble abode and into the snowy streets.
Zhongli knew Liyue like the back of his hand, the paper in his possession was little else but a prop to establish his shortcomings as a mortal. It was an elaborate new restaurant just across the Northland Bank, a meeting place for Liyue’s most wealthy and influential and here he was making his trek towards it donning an attire that borderlines being that of a struggling merchant- Hu Tao would be apoplectic. Zhongli vaguely remembers the child's statement of having no poorly dressed employees working under her, it was never a problem for him as his impeccable sense of fashion had always been his pride and joy- that was until now. Until he seemed to have found a reason to rouse earlier than he already did to polish the best pair of his shoes, pick his most outstanding coat and jewels, and style his hair on a daily basis, only for said reason to leave him so soon and with no warning whatsoever.
During the course of the day, he had gone to considering that perhaps you had finally decided to continue your adventure outside of Liyue.
Your preparations for The Rite of Passing had come to fruitition, your efforts and valor during the battle with Osial rightfully acknowledged and thanked and would most certainly be the subject of books and of Mr. Li's stories onwards from today- the finest encore to offer the patrons of his establishment, 'Tales of the unwavering chivalry of Liyue's Legend, the Honorary Knight of Mondstadt' a quick replacement to stories of the Tianquen's paper snow.
If only you would have bade him farewell as you did with Rex Lapis in his parting then perhaps the sky would not appear as dark as it did on that night- was so not a rightful conclusion to the tale of your companionship? Was the mere mortal, Zhongli, not worthy of a proper farewell as Morax had?
As sullen as it may have been, an end is better suited for him than a malingering notion of 'perhaps there was no ending to be had?' Of perhaps you would return, perhaps you would not have to be lost to him, perhaps perhaps perhaps- because these are dangerous daydreams that had left him scarred beyond recognition before. Cuts that no balms can soothe and no stitches can mend, wounds of a battle that will forever remain for his eyes to see and his empty chest to feel all in its lonesome. It was but a single instance yet it ran so deeply that he swore never to subject himself to such torture again.
And yet here he was -there you were- a little flame in his heart just short of extinguishing what life remains in him as he continues to wander Teyvat never knowing where you went.
Was it somewhere he could still reach?
Had you gone and joined the fondest of his memories to a place he is yet to be able to go?
The thought brings his gaze upwards and unto the evening sky. He had almost forgotten what season it was, what festivity was lurking just beyond the corner- he would have missed it altogether had it not been for the telling shapes and the familiar lights that floated in the air or the same distinctive apparatuses that remained on the ground in the hands of the merchants that sold them and the children that had crafted them.
The lantern festival.
A wry smile flits across his thin lips,
Did you know, dear traveler? The people of Liyue would send lighted lanterns up to the sky to remind their loved ones of home as they were sent to fight wars on their behalf. It is in hopes that they would not lose sight of what love there is to their names and that they would always find their way back to those who fervently awaited for their return.
It was a story he would have wanted you to hear if only you were in your place beside him. A generic story that veils his own telling of how he used to make and send lanterns up to the skies by his own hands only to stop eventually as there was no longer anyone whose eyes may see the light of them.
It was a story he wished he had told you in the stead of the man and his sugar-frosted slimes because now the latter just seemed so trivial. Because now he is eyeing a particular lantern reminiscent of his glory as Rex Lapis in as delicate a form as the paper thin life he chose to live amongst mortals and maybe, just maybe, you may now that it was him -Zhongli- who desires nothing more but for the lights to lead you back to him.
His hands itched to send a lantern up to the skies in your name and yet the knowledge of you never knowing what it meant even if he did was a blockage in his path that even himself as the God of Contracts didn't know how to get around of.
Suddenly the air was a little too thick.
“Mister Zhongli,” a languid voice calls out to him from behind.
He turns and sees the last person he expected to see that unforgiving winter night.
TBC (?)
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This had already gone a tad too long and it's been days since Zhongli's birthday had passed and so I decided to cut this short.
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