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enhastolemyheart · 8 months

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kinktober day 1 — car sex with heeseung

nsfw content minors dni.

Pairing racer!hee x afab!reader

Warnings profanity, kissing, alcohol consumption, fingering, one night stand(?), french kissing, hee calls reader 'pretty girl' and 'baby', reader moans alot (lmao), not fully proofread

Requested @ anon

Word count 1.6k

Kinktober masterlist — here

You didn't fail to notice the glances that the ace racer gave you ever since the after-party started.

Heeseung has won the race. As always.

You had originally come to support Beomgyu, all because you best friend is dating him. You don't really like all these illegal racing shit anyways. You always thought they were nothing but a time waste, not really worth it in the long run.

But, your best friend had been begging — almost to the point where she got on her knees — to convince you to watch a race with her. Just one. She's been at it for months; ever since her and Beongyu got together, she went to all of the race he participated in, and she would try to convince you to accompany her.

After a month of pleading, you finally said yes, but only for once.

As you made your way to the track, your best friend filled you in on who are competing and who go to just watch and have fun at the after-party. Your eyes widened a bit when you noticed the crowd formed. You and your best friend find the best spots to spectate the race from, courtesy of Beomgyu of course.

There were three cars lines at the start, one red, black and yellow. Your best friend had mentioned that Beomgyu was the owner of the yellow one. Each car looked expensive as fuck. You wouldn't be able to afford a single one of these, in your lifetime.

After the race was over — the red car driver had won by the way — everyone gathered around the rather tall man who came out of that gorgeous piece of metal.

"Hah, of course Heeseung has won the race." Your best friend exclaimed. "He is like the ace in everything. Wouldn't be surprised if he's like- you know absolute sexy in bed."

"Ew, " I grimaced. "You are dating missy, how can you say that?"

"Oh. I'm speaking for you honey, he'll be into you."

"Yeah whatever. Not interested." You gave her a pointed look, "He's probably like one of those snobs who's like so full of them themselves 'cause his ego get boosted twenty four by seven."

You didn't get a response from your best friend because Beomgyu — who had come second — had shown up, dragging her away to the mini club nearby where the party was being held. Shaking your head, you give the man of the talk one lady glance, only to see him groping a woman's ass as she most likely components him and tries to get in his pants. Ignoring the feeling inside, you maybe way to the club with your best friend and her boyfriend.

And that brings you here. Seated at the bar, downing a hangover-inducing drink.

You walked in with your best friend but soon after some alcohol consumption and very scandalous dancing to explicit songs, she has disappeared. With her man. You don't even want to know what was happening with her right now.

You nonchalantly scan the bar, putting your drink on the bar counter. Your heart thumped a bit more loudly as you met eyes with Heeseung. His lips carried a smirk add he looked at you through his eyelashes, making eye contact as he took a sip of his drink.

He looks at you with a small smirk. You can't help but internally gag. You will admit that he looks hot, his blond hair with a faded blue shade. His olive skin looked a bit glossy from the lights of the club. His Adam's apple bobbing as he downed his drink in a single gulp.

He locks eyes with you as he makes his way to you. It's as if time has slowed down, it's only you and him. The music blasting in the room has gotten muffled somehow. He gets incredibly close to you. Noses grazing each other, eyes piercing eyes. Then, his lips turn that smirk wider.

You can feel the heat radiating off his body and his musky scent sends you into a frenzy, but you try to stay unaffected.

"hey." He calls out, head tilting to the side as he takes your appearance in. He couldn't help biting his lips when he saw you in the tight pink dress, covering almost absolutely nothing. Your bust is almost out for the world to see, arousing him; and your cute little thigh keeps him out of focus, thinking of all the things he could do to you in just one night.

"I'm Heeseung." He smiles at you putting out his hand. Your heart fucking melted at the site of his smile. He is mostly on the sexy side of the personality you would say, lips always in a coy expression, his hair styled and that delicious looking neck inviting you to just simple liter kiss and marks all around it. He's dressed in a basic tee and jeans, but the racer jacket he is wearing, only adds to his 'fuckboy' aura, but something about his smile tells you that he's not all the hard and tough acts he keeps for everyone to see.

"I know." He only chuckles at your remark, taking another impossible step closer to you, hand going to your chin and thumb grazing across your lip. He stares at it like he wants to kiss it, ruin that gloss your wearing. "You must be Y/n right."

"How'd you know?" your brows furrowed.

"Beomgyu told me about you." Of course he did, you internally roll your eyes. You know you said that Heeseung is a bit overrated; but the way he is looking at you right now, like he wants to kiss you and how good he can make you feel, only gets you wondering what he really is like in bed.

"can I kiss you, pretty girl?" he asks you, bringing your face closer to his using the grip on your chin. And when you don't say anything, he leans in, super slowly, meeting your lips in a kiss.

The kiss felt calm but rushed at the same time. It felt like... he had been wanting to do this for a little while. caught up in the euphoria of it all, you press your palm against his nape, the other one going to his bicep that flexed under your touch. Fuck.

His hands wrap at your waist and pull you closer to his body, hips meeting. He requests for entrance and you allow him, tongues lapping up at each other fighting for dominance.

What in the fuck are you doing? You don't know and you blame the alcohol, but it feels way too good to stop right now.

"Do you trust me pretty girl?" He asks in between wet kisses on your neck. You whimper lightly at the sensation, tugging on his roots, "No, not really."

He lets out a deep throaty chuckle before pulling away but still holding you close to himself. "Come with me. I know where we can have fun without getting disturbed." His smirk widens.

You couldn't stop the moans that spilled out of you as you both humped against each other in Heeseung's sexy car. Your mind is going crazy thinking about how hot and hard is member is.

"fuck baby, You feel so good." Heeseung slurs from under you. You lean into him, face into the crook of his neck, pressing open mouthed kisses against the supple skin.

"Touch me, hee." you moan, and Heeseung thinks he'll be close to cumming in his pants if you speak like that, "Fuck baby. Of course." His lips meet yours into a messy and wet kiss. Hands going to the dress zipper on you back taking it off. His eyes turn boba shaped because of the view. Fuck, where have you been? He thinks to himself.

His hands roam all over your body, goosebumps rising in its wake. "You're driving me crazy, pretty girl." he rasps before his hand seeps lower and lower, reaching the hem of your underwear.

"Can I touch you, pretty girl?" He asks as he gently glides his thumb under the hem. You sigh leaning back, head meeting the headrest of the passenger seat. His fingers seep inside, eliciting a whimper from your lips as you clench around nothing. Hoping it was his dick your were sitting on.

You hold onto his forearms as he glides his digits across your lips, spreading your slick around. You bite your lower lip in anticipation, rolling your hips forward letting him know you want more. And he obliges, his index finger pushes past your lips into your clenching velvet-like walls. "Fuck baby you're so tight with just my finger. How will you be manage to take my dick huh?"

His words make you clench, resulting him to grunt softly. You take a long breath morphing into a moan as he fastens the pace. You practically scream at the top of your lungs at this point. "Heeseung! Fuck yes!"

He get too aroused with your moaning and clenching and that oh so beautiful fucked out face. He determines to get you to cum. It's his new favourite thing now. To pleasure you. "Hee!" you moan as you come undone. Slick sound audible as he get you through your high.

You giggle lightly at the ecstasy you're experiencing. Pulling him in for a kiss. He takes his hand out of your mound and put his fingers into his mouth, all the while maintaining eye contact with you. You blush uncontrollably at the sight whining for him to stop. "Seriously Heeseung, stop it."

"You taste too good baby." You mouth can't form any words and it doesn't matter 'cause he pulls you in a messy kiss, tasting yourself.

"how was that?" He asks you, softly rubbing the outside of your thighs. You smile, "It was really good." He hums in contentment.

"Now, it's my turn."

a/n thank you sm for reading! This is my first ever Kinktober saur hopefully it's upto the mark! thank you anonie for requesting. REQS ARE OPEN. slots for hoon are filled.

taglist: @seungiesluv @jak-ey @unlikelysublimekryptonite @seungcore @heeseungshim @arizejkt19 @manasasugarbaby09 @wildflowermooon

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strawberry-cowmilk · 7 months

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cooking with the brothers

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read

content warnings: none

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Lucifer

it doesn't matter what culinary level you're at, lucifer is basically your average masterchef winner and he acts like it

maybe he likes to brag a little, maybe he's wondering if you're impressed by his cooking skill

he also uses ingredients like devildom olive oil that looks like it costs 50 grimm per drop

he is kind of controlling when you're cooking together though

but whatever meal you make, it looks smells and tastes amazing

Mammon

sometimes when you're on cooking duty together you end up having to get akudonald's to serve dinner on time

because you get distracted together

like mammon starts a play fight with spoons, which you join in on meanwhile the food is burning

and mammon kind of never follows a recipe, he mostly does what feels right

he opens the cupboards too and goes 'okay what do we got here' and improvises a meal

Leviathan

he mostly wants to make meals he's seen in anime cafes, or recreate food from his favorite shows and tsl

if you don't got the ingredients he'll improvise a meal with whatever is left, since he doesn't want to go grocery shopping

and while he's cooking he likes to blast really loud music, if you love it he'll blast it even louder

one time satan was trying to read and the music was bothering him, so he stole levi's speaker which made levi chase him and you were in charge of the food alone for a while (average day with the brothers)

Satan

he has a cooking book full of recipes, he gives it to you so you can choose something to make

satan has multiple cooking books actually, one of them is all cat-themed and if anyone would find it in his room he'd get embarrassed and angry at the same time

and one of them is a cooking book with recipes you can make for your cat

anyways, satan goes grocery shopping on time for the ingredients and he's a pretty good cook

he's also very focussed so everything goes smoothly and dinner gets served well on time

Asmodeus

on the day you're on cooking duty together, asmo sends you a ton of devilgram posts with recipes you can make

sometimes he does change the recipes though, like if somebody doesn't like raisins he'll take them out

asmo gets distracted sometimes though, there have been times where he wanted to change the song and took 5 minutes to pick a new one

speaking of music sometimes cooking with him turns into a karaoke and dance party but at some point the food gets finished

Beelzebub

he brings a big bag of chips with him so he can eat those instead of the ingredients for the meal if he gets too hungry

do not let beel sample anything though because there have been times where he's sampled the whole thing (he even warns you about this himself)

he does like to watch you sample the food and tell him what you think of the flavors and all

when the food is finally done and served, he eats it in a whole minute

he's been waiting and you made it together so it's special

Belphegor

he cooks like your average college student during exam season

belphie goes 'hey mc I got some stuff, put it in the microwave and three minutes later we got a meal'

if it's not microwavable it's probably something boxed that's done in under ten minutes

but he's capable of cooking something proper with you, just know you might end up doing more work than him

and when he actually puts in effort, he finds out that cooking together is honestly really fun and relaxing

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me scenarios #obey me swd #obey me imagines #obey me fluff #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #asmodeus obey me #beelzebub obey me #belphegor obey me #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #gn!mc

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getosugurusbangs · 2 months

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that list of bllk characters w shakira?

ok ok here’s my list of bllk characters i would love to dance with to the song ‘hips don’t lie’ by shakira (if i had ever been given the opportunity). please feel free to inquire, add your own characters, leave whatever thoughts you may have, etc.

meguru bachira. we would both have a blast with it. ofc i wanna dance with the dancing bee

ryusei shidou. i think this one is pretty self explanatory. why WOULDN’T i want to dance with him, in any context?

michael kaiser. i think it’d be fun to see how he’d do, both physically and emotionally. but also it’d give me the perfect excuse to say “go white boy go!” and watch him go through the five stages of grief in that moment.

alexis ness. i just think it’d be fun :)

noel noa. i don’t really have an explanation for this one. i just have a feeling

tabito karasu. i think he’d make a good dance partner. he’d also have the right attitude for it

yo hiori. again i don’t really have an explanation. i also think he very well might fumble it, and i’d love to see that in action (i would too let’s be so real)

zantetsu tsurugi. speaking of fumbling it, i’d love to see what he’d do upon receiving the task.

hyoma chigiri. we’d probably try to out-sass each other. it’d either go horribly or amazingly. i’d love to see it

shuto sendou. i think he also might fumble it but he would definitely try his best, and i’d love it regardless.

kenyu yukimiya. again, it'd just be fun.

honorable mentions!

oliver aiku. it would be an unforgettable experience but i don’t know that i’d want to experience it firsthand.

eita otoya. i think it’d be fun but for that i’d have to like him enough and i’m not quite there.

julian loki. he needs to loosen up a little. then i’ll consider

charles chevalier. i mean… he’d definitely make it interesting

#this was fun to write and think of LMAO #bllk #blue lock #answered

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nsb-rkive · 2 years

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𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒅𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖🌷

PAIRING(S):: nsb x reader

GENRE(S):: reaction, soft/fluff

W.C:: 686

WARNING(S):: cursing, none

!!not checked twice

AUTHOR’S NOTE:: this is my first time doing this, sorry if it sucks😭😭 enjoy!!

ʚ 𝗢𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿 ɞ

As we all know, Oliver is a teddy bear, so he would do anything to make you happy is existence is already enough i cant😭 Among all the things he does, he loves singing for you: he would do it when you are sad, to make you fall asleep, even randomly. He would always sing love songs and he would also change the lyrics a little bit to make them specifically for you IM CRYING

ʚ 𝗗𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻 ɞ

Darren fought so hard to get a partner 💀 that now he doesn't want to ruin anything (you are basically stuck with him LMAO HELP-🤡🤡). He knows too damn well you love the food he cooks, so he would cook for you almost every day give me a Darren pls. He'd cook for special occasions (such as birthday, mensiversary, graduation or/and meeting your parents) or even randomly, you know, just because he loves you so much. Speaking of parents, after eating Darren's food they'd probably tell you to marry him asap😭😭😭 no but fr they'd be speechless who wouldn't bruh

ʚ 𝗦𝗲𝗯𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗮𝗻 ɞ

As we could see, Seb is tall asf, so if you are shorter than him he would help you by taking things that are on high furniture. He finds it so cute when he sees you struggle while trying to reach the damn thing but failing miserably😭 But this doesn't stop him from making fun of you🤡 in fact you'll find out that most of the time, Sebastian puts the things you need higher just to see his pretty s/o trying to reach it without his help. Sometimes he would also pick you up and let you take it, then he'd let you sit on the kitchen counter and tell you how much he loves you and how cute you are in a jokingly but significant and caring way.

ʚ 𝗥𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗲 ɞ

You and Regie would do late car rides almost every single night. I guess he would do this if you are studying/working too much and you are stressing yourself: he would take you to McDonald's and buy you a milkshake, then keep driving around while listening to the playlist he made for this occasions. The lights of the city lighting up your face, the wind meeting your eyes as you close them, the music hugging you and making you feel like there's only you and Regie, and last but not least, your boyfriend driving silently and looking at you sometimes to check if you are sleeping and doing good I FUCKING WANT THIS RIGHT NOW

ʚ 𝗞𝗮𝗻𝗲 ɞ

Kane is a cutie pie, no wonder he would do something cute for you, for example, he would buy matching things for the two of you. Whenever you two hang out he wants to buy something for you sobbing rn. He already bought matching bracelets, matching hoodies and t-shirts, and necklaces. He would also buy them as a surprise/gift for you!! He'd go to you and be like "Babe I have a thing for you" while smiling as he always does im melting istg. He is the cutest.

ʚ 𝗥𝘆𝗮𝗻 ɞ help not my loml

Most people think Ryan isn't a big fan of skinship and hates it, but honestly he likes it a lot, especially kisses. In my opinion, he would kiss you, or at least try to, everywhere. His favorite places to kiss are probably your lips and your hands I WANT THIS MAN RIGHT NOW UFF He would kiss your hands when you are in public or around the members so they don't feel uncomfortable (bad that you two don't know they simp for you everytime and that they love you as a couple rip), while kisses on the lips mostly in private. You guys kiss on the lips in public too, but most of the times things get hotter and you end up making out I AM SIMPING

ʚ 𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻 ɞ

And last but not least, we have Justin. Our precious JP is such a lovely and kind boy, but also funny! That's why he would always propose to do something fun!! His favorite thing is Just Dance: man doesnt even care if you cant dance, he just wants to spend time with you and have fun tearing hard fr. He would also propose karaoke! You'd try to sing as better as possible, but ending up doing voices and acting like you are having a whole concert in front a huge crowd. He loves seeing you happy, so he'll do anything possible to make you smile or laugh at least once (spoiler: you'd end up smiling all the time)

CREDITS TO THE RIGHT OWNERS!

DO NOT STEAL MY WORK.

#justin phan #oliver moy #sebastian moy #azngami #ryan nguyen #regie macalino #darren liang #kane ratan #north star boys #fanfic #reactions

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jeanmoreauss · 2 months

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The Start of Forever

reposting an old jerejean piece i wrote literally three years ago largely so i can look back and laugh after reading the sunshine court

“You should come home with me,” Jeremy says it so casually one Thursday night that Jean barely even thinks about the words.

“We are home.” He mutters, focused on mincing garlic for a recipe that Renee sent him.

Jeremy sighs but Jean doesn’t even have to look up to know he was still smiling. He also knew the second he looked up he’d be smiling too. “You’re not wrong but I mean my family home. We have a long weekend and I’m going to go visit them. I’d love it if you came with me.”

There’s the usual enthusiasm in Jeremy’s voice but quieter, mixed with some hesitant hope. Jean could say no and Jeremy would drop it instantly, no questions asked. He spends a few minutes mulling it over, focusing his attention on what he’s cooking.

In the corner of his eye, he can see Jeremy take a seat at the counter. His boyfriend rests his chin in his palm. Jean returns the soft smile Jeremy gives him.

“How many days?”

“Three nights, four days. We’d leave Monday morning or afternoon.” Jeremy replies, adding on a moment later, “and we can always leave earlier if you choose to come. All you’d have to do is say the word.”

Jean hums, considering. “It’s not a no.”

They talk about anything and everything while Jean finishes cooking and Jeremy jumps in to help. They speak mostly in French and Jean occasionally pokes fun at Jeremy’s “horrible” accent. It had admittedly improved but Jean wouldn’t let it go and teased Jeremy at least once every time they held a conversation in French.

He doesn’t bring up Jeremy’s offer until after they finish eating and start washing the dishes. His body is pressed up against Jeremy’s, making things a tad bit inconvenient for them both but the contact is nice.

“Your family will be there, no?”

“My moms, Liv, and Jenna will be for sure.” Jeremy tells him, “Mel wants to visit if she can and she’ll bring Oliver and Bella with her even if Kamryn can’t come with. Rylie will probably stay for a few hours on Saturday too.”

“Meeting your family is a pretty big step.”

“Which is one of the reasons I completely understand if you want to say no. I know they’d all love to meet you but if you’re not ready for that it’s completely okay.”

“I think it’d be nice,” Jean admits quietly, staring at the plate he’s rinsing instead of looking at Jeremy. “We can leave early if I ask?”

He hears the fork Jeremy was drying click against the counter and feels his boyfriend reach up and squeeze his arm. It’s an awkward motion with the way they’re pressed together and Jeremy trying not to move away.

“Of course, we’ll be gone before you can say supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.”

Jean blinks at him, looking extremely confused. “Say what?”

“You’re joking right?” When Jean shakes his head very slowly Jeremy sighs though his lips are quirking up and it’s enough to soothe any worries Jean might have about Jeremy actually being upset.

“We’re watching Mary Poppins tonight. And we’re gonna listen to supercalifragilisticexpialidocious until you can sing the entire thing.”

“I don’t sing.”

“Then I’ll sing the entire thing and you can just tell me when you have the lyrics memorized.”

Jean clears his throat, raising his eyebrows. “I think we should be making plans and packing to visit your family. Not singing children’s songs.”

“We can do both.”

“Sounds torturous.”

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Jean absolutely despises the way he has to resist humming supercalifragilisticexpialidocious during the drive. But for the first half-hour, the car is too silent and the stupid song has been stuck in his head since yesterday night. True to his word Jeremy had turned on Mary Poppins and then proceeded to ramble about how much his niece and nephew, Oliver and Bella, loved the movie. He didn’t stop talking, whether it was in French or English until the damn song came on and proceeded to scream-sing the words.

He lasts until 10:45 am before he turns on the radio, cranking it up until a random pop song Jean doesn’t know the name of was near deafening. Jeremy shoots him an odd look but doesn’t ask any questions as Jean tips his head back against the headrest. Three songs later he’s fast asleep and it’s only after two more songs play that Jeremy dares to turn down the volume. Lest the change somehow manage to wake Jean.

He dozes for the next hour and a half, occasionally waking up only to shift in his seat, yawn, and promptly fall back asleep. His third time waking up he stretches his hand out onto the console and Jeremy subconsciously takes one hand off the steering wheel to intertwine their fingers.

The final time he wakes up it’s near 1:00 and it’s Jeremy’s voice coaxing him into consciousness. He’s talking about the most random things but pauses when notices Jean peeling his eyes open to glare at him. Jean’s met with the most blinding and brilliant smile and his expression softens, giving Jeremy an attempt at a tired smile.

“We’ll be there in a few minutes, I figured you’d appreciate being woken up before we get there. But I didn’t know if touching you would be okay.”

Jean yawns, scrunching up his neck and shoulders. He mutters something in French that Jeremy doesn’t catch. Turning in his seat to face Jeremy, which isn’t very comfortable with the seatbelt, he leans his head against the headrest again but keeps his eyes open and watches Jeremy drive. It takes him until they pull into the driveway to finally feel awake and he immediately grabs onto Jeremy’s hand, not even remembering letting go the first time.

“You still okay with this?” Jeremy asks when he turns into the cul de sac.

Jean nods, focused on fiddling with Jeremy’s fingers. “Yes.”

There are two girls rushing outside the moment Jeremy pulls into the driveway. One of them, the one who looks youngest who Jean assumes is Liv, wrenches open the driver’s door for Jeremy and climbs into the car to hug him. One of Jeremy’s moms, Isabelle, comes around to the passenger side to open the door for Jean. She has a kind smile and face that shows years of bright smiles and laughter. On the surface, she and Jeremy looked nothing alike but if you looked a little deeper the happiness she radiated was the same as Jeremy, something akin to warm sunlight. Jean had to resist scowling at himself, it was Jeremy who had made him sappy like this. The second he stepped out of the car he offered her a hand which she enthusiastically shook.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Jean tells her, unsure of whether to address her by her first name or Mrs. Knox or even ma’am.

“And it’s wonderful to meet you, Jean. We’ve been waiting for this since Jeremy called us just gushing about how amazing you are.”

“Ma!” Jeremy exclaims, a red flush crawling up his ears and neck. Jean can’t help the amused smile that forces itself onto his lips and Jeremy rolls his eyes when he sees it. “Oh, that’s just the ego boost you need. It’s true though, you’re amazing and I could talk about it for hours.”

Now it was Jean’s turn to blush, pursing his lips and looking at the cement. Isabelle lets go of his hand but not before squeezing it between her own in a comforting gesture.

“He very nearly did by the way.” Stephanie Knox, Jeremy’s other mom, drawls. “This boy would not have shut up about you if he didn’t have early morning practices to worry about. It was the only reason he stopped and went to bed.”

“Mom, do we have to start with this immediately? We just got here.”

She pins Jeremy with a look that Jean can only describe as a mom look, despite having no clue what that would actually be. “Alright, alright. I’ll give it a rest until your sisters get here, I’m sure they’ve got plenty of stories they’d love to tell your honey.” Then she turns to the “honey” in question who is probably the most terrified he has ever been in his life and is praying to god it doesn’t show on his face.

“It’s lovely to have you here, Jean. We were thrilled when Jeremy called and said you’d decided to join us this weekend.”

“I’m happy to be here, Jeremy’s told me a lot about you all.”

“And Jeremy’s told us a lot about you.” Jenna, who was 14 if Jean was remembering right, shimmies her shoulders and waggles her eyebrows. Her grin widens when Jeremy pinches her shoulder and hisses at her to shut up.

“A lot a lot a lot a lot a lot,” Liv emphasizes, nodding furiously with wide eyes.

Jean shoots Jeremy a panicked look as subtly as he can, having no idea how to respond to all this. It seems he wasn’t subtle because both Isabelle and Stephanie seem to pick up on it.

“Alright let’s head inside. Jeremy, you can help Liv and me in the kitchen.” Stephanie says, already ushering her two youngest kids to the door.

Jeremy trails behind slowly, waiting for Jean to join him. Isabelle is a few steps behind them and shuts the door with a quiet click.

“You two can grab your stuff in a little bit, for now, you can just relax and visit. Unless you’d prefer to unpack now.”

“It can wait-” Jeremy’s sentence is interrupted by Stephanie’s voice coming from the kitchen.

“Damn right it can wait, get your tush in here and get started on seasoning this chicken.”

“You don’t mind chicken tacos for dinner right?” Isabelle asks. “We thought about trying out something French but Jeremy said not to bother.”

Jean nods, letting out a small nervous chuckle. “Yeah, that’s fine by me. I’m not picky.”

“Liar!” Jeremy calls out from the kitchen. “You are one of the pickiest eaters I have ever met, you won’t even touch half of the stuff Laila makes.”

“I promise I am not that bad,” Jean tells Isabelle, eyes wide. “Laila is a horrible cook, I didn’t know we were supposed to keep that a secret until it was too late.”

Isabelle gives him a toothy grin as Jeremy’s laughter rings out and she reaches out to squeeze Jean’s arm. “I’ll show you around the house and then you can help me pick out some board games.”

Jean almost bangs his head against the nearest wall when he nods again. This was by far the most awkward experience of his life and it was with Jeremy’s family for fucks sake. Though he could always reassure himself with the fact that he never properly learned how to socialize with people, especially those who are virtually strangers. He’ll treat this as a learning experience and hopefully interact normally with Jeremy’s family.

Besides, how difficult could dinner and some board games be? If it doesn’t go well they can always leave.

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Dinner is one of the most awkward experiences of Jean’s life. It starts when Rylie flings the front door open and Jean absolutely will not admit to how much it startled. Mel arrives about fifteen minutes later with the twins at her heels giggling like maniacs. When Bella ends up latching onto Jean’s leg he throws Jeremy a panicked look and only gets his asshole of a boyfriend laughing in return.

Mel’s wife Kamryn is unable to make it but Mel makes up for the lack of her presence by showing Jean a bajillion photos. Rylie groans at that and sits on Jean’s other side on the couch, pulling out her phone to show Jean some photos of the animals from the shelter she works at.

When Jeremy trails into the main room, an insane amount of food balanced precariously in his hands, he shoos both of his sisters away after placing the food on the coffee table. Though he wants to Jean doesn’t question the fact that they seem to eating dinner in the main room and not the dining room.

Rylie settles down on the floor, pulling Liv into her lap even as her younger sister squeals and squirms before settling down so she can steal food from Rylie’s plate. Jenna tries to sneak off to her room before Stephanie calls her back and she plops into an armchair with a small huff. Mel dishes up food for her twins first before telling them to be careful about spilling anything and then starts on two more plates. Jean doesn’t pay her too much attention, not when Jeremy is laying back on the couch and pulling Jean into him. A position Jean still can’t believe Jeremy actually enjoys, he still worries that he’s crushing Jeremy despite all reassurance Jeremy has given him.

He blinks, bemused when Mel holds out the plates in their direction. Jerking her head in a signal for them to grab the plates. Jean does so, muttering a thanks, and silently wishes he could fly into the sun.

Gradually he begins to relax, Jeremy’s arm wrapped around his shoulders and across his chest something grounding to focus on. He stays on the outskirts of the conversation despite Jeremy, Isabelle, and Stephanie’s best attempts. It’s only when Rylie exclaims something in French, catching Jean’s attention, that he really starts to include himself. He starts by conversing with just Rylie, fully in French, and soon enough Jenna and Liv are asking for him to teach them French and it escalates from there until Jean is smiling and laughing and he feels more comfortable than he expected. Still awkward but he feels okay in his ability to carry a conversation with them all.

“You’ve never played Clue?” Mel exclaims as if he’s personally offended her.

“No…” Jean raises his brows, confused.

“Alright everyone clear off the table, we’re playing Clue right now. Jeremy I can’t believe you’ve let this happen.”

“Shut the hell up, Mel.” Jeremy mumbles, face pressed against Jean’s hair. “He’s doing his best.”

Jean pinches him in the side, thinking about Jeremy chastising him about Mary fucking Poppins last night.

That night Jean discovers he really is quite horrible at Clue. It doesn’t work the same way as observing people and things in real life. No one knows what’s going on. It’s basically pure luck. Jeremy looks far too happy about his contempt for the game.

“Finally something you’re bad at,” Jeremy sighs in French. Rylie laughs into her hand and Jean glares.

Needless to say Jean loses every time. Mel wins every time, which makes sense with how much she clearly loves the game. And Jean discovers he doesn’t quite hate being around Jeremy’s family, he’d almost say he loves it actually.

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Jean is sprawled out on his back on the bed, watching Jeremy unpack the rest of his stuff (cons to not being a light traveler. Jean’s grateful he has never and will never pack as much as his boyfriend) when Jeremy asks the question.

“So do you like them?” Jeremy sounds nervous, pursing his lips together.

Jean doesn’t like his worried expression and gives Jeremy one of his rare smiles in hopes of washing that nervousness away. “They’re amazing.”

“You mean it?”

“Of course I mean it, idiot.” Jean pauses when Jeremy sinks onto the mattress next to him and he takes a moment to wrap his arm around Jeremy and pull him closer. “They’re all very nice and I liked spending time with them. I liked seeing this part of your life and they obviously mean a lot to you.”

Jeremy tucks himself closer to Jean, tossing a leg across his torso. “They mean the world to me. Just like you do.”

Jean hums, pursing his lips to hide his smile. A moment later he gives into it, allowing a silly grin to curve his lip before pressing a kiss to Jeremy’s forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Awwwwww.”

Their heads snap up, spotting Liv, Jenna, Rylie, and Mel huddled in the doorway. All four of them are smiling but they all flush as they realize they were caught.

“Now you’ve done it, Jen,” Rylie mutters, smacking Jenna on the shoulder.

“We were just going to ask if you guys wanted some hot chocolate and to watch a movie with us,” Mel explains.

“Uh-uh,” Jeremy says, grinning. “Sure you were.” He sits up to grab a pillow and chucks it at his sisters. “You definitely weren’t spying. Out, out, out.”

The four stumble down the hall, laughing loudly, and Jean’s gaze flicks between Jeremy and the door.

“Shut the door-” Jeremy pauses mid shout. “And they’re gone.”

“Mom,” Jean hears Liv yell from somewhere else in the house, “Jeremy says he’s in love!”

Jean decides that he really likes the Knox family. And he really loves Jeremy.

#jerejean #jeremy x jean #jean moreau #jeremy knox #aftg #all for the game #tsc #the sunshine court #the foxhole court #tfc #trk #the raven king #tkm #the kings men #personal.txt

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strwb3rryfairi · 2 years

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Hi! Extremely sorry if this is kinda long and specific,this is my first proper ask:D :(Reader is also a vampire)

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Maybe one where the lost boys start hanging out more with someone(Star preferably because it would make more sense)and slowly kinda become more blunt,uncaring for reader feelings and kinda rude,kinda forgetting the reader in he dust(Poor reader is lonely).

So the reader becomes a mix of the songs 'Little girls' from Annie and 'Life goes on' by Oliver tree and is easily aggravated by the boys and star now,because reader is a tough lil vampire like the boyzzz (But for real,reader can throw a punch)she feels that they are ungrateful, bratty(tho 'bratty' mostly refers to Paul and Marko) and don't care at all(Understandable,reader is kinda dead inside) Angst with a happy ending?

I don't know if you are doing requests or not soooo(I hope this isn't too long) but I hope I ain't being a bother :) (no presure :D) Obviously ignore this if u don't wanna

Poly!Lost boys x Vampire! Reader

warning(s): Angst, allusions to cheating, insecurities, not proof read ^^;;

You had been with the boys for a bit. When they first met you they were entranced, and quickly started a relationship with you, which led to them quickly turning you. You were their sweet partner, and they loved that about you. Things were going great, until they weren’t.

The boys would often brush you off and leave you alone for someone who seemed to have caught their attention. You weren’t really sure who, all you knew was that they went either by the name Nicole or Natalie, honestly you weren’t too sure. They were constantly talking about them, or were seen hanging out with them. You honestly didn’t know how to feel about it. You tried really hard to hangout with them, and spend time with them - but they kept brushing you off. This went on for weeks until you simply stopped trying to get their attention and just moved on. You made some friends, and began hanging out with them more and more. It kinda got to the point where you weren’t really ever in the cave anymore. You would only show up right before sunrise and sleep in your nest in the cave away from the boys.

It sadly took the boys a bit to notice your absence, but once they noticed they wouldn’t leave you alone. The constantly tried to hangout with you, sleep in your nest with you, try to have dinner with you 1 but you never seemed to pay them any mind. You always scooted away from the group, or made excuses as to why you couldn’t hangout.

Tonight started off like any other. You got dressed, washed your face, grabbed your bag, and began to head out. It was your routine for the past couple of weeks, after the boys became more and more distant. It was 9pm and you were just about to head out when a voice made you stop in your tracks. “Where are you headed off too, kitten?” David spoke up from his chair. You turned to the blonde who had his whole posse around him. “To the boardwalk, i’m meeting a couple of friends.” You said nonchalantly. This caused David to raise his eyebrows. “Well, we were thinking about having a night in, we could-“ Paul cut in. “We could watch movies, order takeout, make out, have sex, do-“ David cut him off. “Paul! Enough.” David turned back to you, trying to see your reaction. You looked away awkwardly before speaking. “Sorry, i already made plans.” Paul and Marko looked like kicked puppies and pouted, while Dwayne seemed to cross his arms in a pissed off manner. “Oh. We’ll have fun.” David said through gritted teeth. “Yeah, thanks.” You said before making your way out of the cave and to the boardwalk.

It was silent for a moment before it was broken by Paul. “What was that?! They didn’t even say “I love you” before they left!!” Paul said while pacing around the cave. “It’s odd.” Dwayne said while picking the skin around his fingers. Marko’s leg was bouncing up and down rapidly and David was smoking a cigarette with his brows furrowed.

Paul continued to rant out loud, before Marko cut him off. “Do you think we did something to piss them off?” He said while looking at David. The faux blonde took a deep breath before looking back at Marko. “I’m not too sure.” The group went quiet for a bit, before Dwayne spoke up. “Well, we’ve all been kinda busy recently. Spending less time with them, Spending more time with Nicole. Maybe they got fed up.” Dwayne said softly. They all stood in shock before David let out a quiet “Fuck.” Paul and Marko instantly rushed to their bikes to try and talk to you, but we’re pulled back by David. “Wait boys, give them space. We’ll talk to them when they get back.” Paul and Marko we’re about to protest before David and Dwayne have them a look that had then shutting up.

While the boys were down in the dumps you were having the time of your life. Your friends were awesome and so funny. You ate junk food, rode on all the rides, got stuffed animals. It was a perfect night. However, all good things must come to an end - and at 1:00am your friends decided to hit the hay and head home. You all said your goodbyes and soon headed back to the cave. When you walked in it was eerily quiet. It was too early for them to sleep, so why was it so quiet? As you ventured further into the cave you saw Paul and Marko high out of their minds quietly talking to each other, while Dwayne was reading your favorite book, and David was simply lost in thought. As you got closer they all turned to look at you, You awkwardly smiled and waved and began making your way to your side of the cave when David called you over. You hesitantly turned around and began making your way to the group standing by the couches with your arms crossed. “Sit down.” David instructed softly. You looked and saw that every seat was taken up, so you shook your head. “No it’s fine, I can stand.” David scoffed before patting his lap. “Come on Kitten, we need to talk about what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, and i don’t want you standing the whole time.” You slowly walked over and began to say on his lap before he adjusted you so you both were in comfortable positions. “Do you wanna bring it up or should i?” David said while stroking your waist. You were silent for a moment before you shrugged. David sighed at your behavior, He and the boys hated when you became closed off. “Well it looks like we haven’t been treating you that well, so you’ve been avoiding us sweetheart.” You looked down before speaking. “I haven’t been avoiding you, i’ve just been busy.” David gave your waist a squeeze which was pretty much a warning to stop lying to them. “Busy? With your new friends? You’ve barely spoken to us, and when we try to go to you, you push us away!” Paul said defensively. Your head shoots up and your eyebrows furrow at this. “I have been pushing you away because you guys have been doing that to me! It’s like we aren’t even together half of the time because you are always spending time with that girl! Nicole, Natalie, I don’t care! You guys have been seriously acting like brats! So i’m sorry that i didn’t wanna loath in my bed all night while you guys have fun with your new toy!” You said while standing up from David’s lap and beginning to walk away. This caused the boys to panic, thinking you were leaving them for good. “Wait! Where are you going babe?” Marko said while catching up to you. “Outside. I need a breather.” You said while walking out of the cave and walking down towards the beach.

The boys turned to Paul before Marko spoke up. “Nice going man, now they’re even more pissed at us.” Marko said while punching Paul’s arm. Paul winced and began pouting. “I’m sorry! I don’t even know why i said that to them. I’m such an idiot.” Paul said while rubbing his hands down his face. “Yeah, You are.” Marko retorted, which caused the blonde to pout even more. “You aren’t supposed to agree!”

You were walking away from the cave and sat on the sand by the cliff. Taking deep breaths you tried really hard to calm down. You hated arguments, especially with the boys, you just wanted everything to be okay between you guys. Sighing you began closing your eyes and enjoying the quiet. Your little moment of peace was interrupted by the sound of boots hitting the sand. Sighing you opened your eyes and looked up at the boys from your place on the sand. Paul walked up from the group and closer to you with his head held low. “I’m really sorry babe, I don’t know why I acted like that. I’ve just been so upset because i really miss you. I shouldn’t have lashed out at you, that was a messed up thing for me to do.” You got up and held you arms out for the boy who instantly rushed into them and hugged you like you would vanish if he let go. “It’s fine, i think we’ve all been kinda upset recently.” You said while putting your head in the crook of his neck. You and Paul were silent for a bit, basking in the comfort of each other. Before you looked up at the rest of the boys and nudged your head to let them know it was out to join. Which they all did instantly. You stayed there for a sec in your group hug before you all let go. Even when you pulled away Paul still had a death grip on your hand. Due to how distant you all have been, the boy got needy and was in desperate need of your attention.

You all soon began making your way back to the cave. It was silent, but it wasn’t bad - it was more like a comfortable silence between the group. Paul led you to your nest, and soon you and your boys were in a cuddle pile. Arms and legs sprawled all over, and the feeling of being pressed against your boys was enough to lull you to sleep. Your breathing was heavy and you looked like an angel to your boys. They regretted making you upset, so that night they all decided that they wouldn’t ever allow tonight’s events to repeat, because they were truly and utterly yours.

A/N: guys this took me so long to make because i’ve been so out of it these past couple of weeks, but it’s now summer so i should get to writing more !!

#poly!lost boys #poly!lost boys x reader #the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys headcanon #the lost boys imagines #the lost boys x reader

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snakedifferentskin · 8 months

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[ dressing room ] our muses have some fun in a dressing room together

they so would’ve done this before one of his shows 🤭

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It’s as if he sold his soul to the devil. Just a year out of university with a degree in fine arts and he had a permanent spot in the city’s theatre. In the summer, he would perform in whatever play they had for the season and sang for the rest of the year. Marcus even had a few spots on the radio if they were missing an act. Every show, he had a free ticket to give. He kept giving it to Oliver, making sure he could always watch the show. But he realizes, there’s an easier way to get him to the show; letting him in through the backstage and inviting him to his dressing room.

Two hours before the show, Marcus starts to get some ideas. Since a beautifully drunken night where’d they confessed and kissed, they’ve been together in secret. A quick bout of affection in their cars before entering an event, walking close enough together so their hands could brush against each other, nights in Marc’s apartment where no one could disturb them. As long as the room had no prying eyes, it was safe.

While he carefully removes the curlers from the back of his hair, he looks over his shoulder to see if he can see Oliver. Buried in a book, another one of those law books that he and Damien were always carrying. Marc’s father wanted him to go into law, but they didn’t speak anymore. Acting was more interesting than the legalese they understood.

While facing the mirror, he starts to pull the few underclothes from under his robes off. Shifting and squirming in his seat as he starts to kick off his boxers and quickly pull off his undershirt. “Darling, eyes up please,” he says with a sing song tone, turning to face him with the robe still closed. “Could you help me get changed? I have to hold my curls in place.” Acting with absolute innocence, he pops the last roller out of place and keeps both of his hands behind his head.

Watching Oliver walk over without any idea is enough to send sparks up his spine, the few years together still makes everything feel brand new. A kiss is like their very first, when he can’t get enough. Humming as he holds his hair in place, he watches as his partner slips his fingers underneath the tied fabric to part the robe. “You’re going to have a whole team of people by the end of the year, the whole state is in love with you. Honestly-,” The illusion drops, leaving Marc naked in front of him. “Is something wrong? I haven’t pulled out a curl have I?”

Lightly swatting his chest, his lover goes from paper white to blood red. “You’re going on stage in a few hours, I am not letting you go up there after..” With the rest of his thoughts feeling too revolutionary in a semi public space, Oliver tries covering his partner back up. Marcus refuses, throwing the robe onto the vanity.

“So? It doesn’t always have to be me getting fucked. And if you’re that worried about me ruining my suit, you could help me get cleaned up. What about my..” Tapping his throat and winking, he happily drops to his knees to wait.

“You’re singing tonight. Marc, sweetheart, I will do whatever you want after the show.”

“But isn’t it exciting? Think about it. I have to put my demeanour back together, perform for everyone while you get to know what you did to me. We’ve never done it in here before, think about how you’ll claim it and me. How I’ll always be yours, that we belong together.” Stretching towards Oliver, both hands reach to grasp both of his shoulders to try and convince him. Clambering into his lap while offering the best puppy eyes money could buy. “Oh my sunshine, please? If we do it now, then I won’t be ruined during the show.” Hopefully, the puppy-esque demeanour can win him over.

Like always, his partner is gentle when he touches him. Putting both hands atop his chest, skin completely unmarked. After years on a slightly meager diet, Marc was finally well fed. A slight, wiry and skeleton frame became soft, built with purpose and plush skin. Marcus moves impatiently, rocking his hips against his partners thigh until Oliver pins his hips down. For his “nerd”, he was strong enough to carry both Marc and Damien after drunken nights out. “I can’t say no to you, but you’re not bossing me around this time.” Pulling him onto the couch, the actor is forced to sit still while the removal of clothes is slow. Folding everything up on the side table, locking the door and laying the robe back on the chair.

“You know we can’t do this without any of the..stuff.” Prudish as he was, Oliver keeps on the lower half of his clothes while he searches for anything he can use to make this easier. “Bottom drawer, underneath the magazines. I do keep myself prepared. For you of course.” Rolling his eyes, the small canister of oil is found amidst the prop papers. Moving slowly while Marc somehow sits still, leg bouncing against the couch as his impatience never ends.

There’s a knock on the door.

“Marc? Marc? Opening act couldn’t make it tonight, half the band got the flu. You’ll have to go on, are you good to go in twenty?” Nothing is ever that good. Grimacing as he turns to the door, coughing to fix his voice. “Give me thirty! I’ve got to get myself ready!”

Footsteps fade out into the hallway to finally leave them alone. “Well, we’ve just got to do it a little quicker then.” Laying down on the couch, Marc pushes his legs open and starts patting his thigh. “Pretty please? Sunshine..I can’t go on stage like this.”

Anyone else would’ve cursed him out, made him get dressed and shove him in the bathroom to take care of himself. It’s Oliver, whose soft hands grasp both of his thighs so he can kneel between them. Letting his partners pleads persuade him into pleasing him, well practiced fingers slowly move from the soft pudge of his thighs and press against the ring of muscle. “I did say I was going to do my own thing this time. You don’t have to worry about a thing, just relax. You’re mine, aren’t you?”

An indignant cry to get him moving becomes a weak moan, cold oil dripping down his thighs. His lovers voice feels distant as his breath warms his skin, two slicked fingers push to remind Marc exactly where he is: at his mercy. Someone so sweet and unassuming outside of the bedroom that every night with him was a little shock to his system. Oliver, his sunshine could be anything but gentle? What a dream come true. Slowly pushing both into him as he looms above the flustered actor.

“Can’t believe we’re doing this,” he pants, shifting closer to the edge to push himself further on Oliver’s fingers. “Glad I’m more interesting than those books..” While he was completely content with the idea of a quickie before the performance, his partner always took time to make him happy. A secondary way to hear him debase his voice and fall into line.

Squeezing his eyes shut, the dirty sin of their love creeps into his mind. They were never supposed to be like this, perverting the space around them with hot hands and bodies ever so close. They’d have to accept it, enjoy the buried desires in such secluded places and walk out as friends. Burning shame becomes pleasure, holding back anything louder that would reveal the sin in his performance. Tiny groans, short as they leave in steady pace fill the room. With no sense of time, Marc can only hope Oliver is kind enough to keep his word and get him on stage before they’re heard by a stagehand.

“Eyes open darling, you don’t want to miss the show.” Retracting his fingers from a trembling Marc, he stills just to watch him. Burning feverishly, rosy red from his cheeks down to his chest while he clenches around nothing. Oliver’s palm presses against his lovers heart, both of them unmarked by the cruelty of time. When his lovers eyes blink open, tears in the corners of them. Marc couldn’t help himself from crying during sex, the beautiful agony of his image being destroyed and loving Oliver so much he could almost give it all up. Just a few years, make enough and get the fame. Retire early and live out their ‘bachelor’ lives. Coaxing his lover to respond, the bottle is tipped to drip the cold oil along the length of Marc’s cock. Enough to make him shudder, whining as he squirms to end the sensation. Forever willing to torture him, Oliver barely wraps his fingers around his cock. Spreading the oil along him to watch him shudder and buck his hips like a wild animal.

“You’re only getting this now because there’s twenty minutes until the show, not because you’re begging so poorly.” Marc’s quips and any hint of sarcasm have been saved for when they’re truly alone, muffling the frustrated cries with the back of his hand. Finally, finally he feels Oliver’s cock slowly pushing into him, the stretch he’s finally gotten used to after two years of learning exactly how they can be together.

Still moving slowly as he pushes into Marc, both of his hands grasping his chest to pull him closer. “You’re not going to get off lightly tonight. I can’t wait to have you to myself.” With the continuous frustration beneath him, Oliver’s hips twitch into him with the eternal patience he holds. Hands atop his chest leaving marks in the shape of his glorious piano playing fingers. Built to take him apart. Moving slowly, watching as Marc’s face contort as his cock slowly enters him.

“Sunshine please! I need you, come on..I’m really close..” he beg, clawing at both of Oliver’s shoulders and pulling him up just to move him faster. Panting louder than necessary to coax him closer, finally getting what he wants. Marcus always got what he wanted. His partners hands drag down his chest to reveal blushing palms imprinted into it. Drawing it out until the early hours of the morning would be heaven on earth, but time rules over them.

If he was so determined to have him now, then Oliver couldn’t deny him. Never. Their hips connect without warning, before he pulls back and starts a backbreaking pace. Quick, risky, and fun; just as requested. Marc is ever surprised by the change in his sweethearts demeanour, shock leaving him unable to struggle against the harsh snap of their hips together. Thinking for two, Oliver’s hand wraps around his cock to move at the same speed of his hips and constantly fighting the tense muscles of his partners body.

Fifteen minutes since their initial warning and Marc dimly thinks if he’s bitten off more than he could chew. Stuck in a falsetto chorus of “uh, ah”’s, he cums over his partners hand hard, biting his tongue when the urge to scream hits him. Then, nothing. Surrounded by the weightlessness of his orgasm, he only registers two things. Oliver pulling out from him and a tongue across his stomach. Weakly shivering at the sensation, he leans to see if anything else needs cleaning up.

“You..you haven’t cum yet, it’s alright, you could’ve..”

“If I started cleaning you after that, you wouldn’t be leaving this dressing room for another hour.” Hands gently redressing him, he finds himself sat upright on the couch while his clothes are perfected and he’s made stage-ready. Immediately running the ironed seam of his pants by kneeling, tapping Oliver’s thighs and winking.

“People love my mouth, so why don’t you indulge a little extra? Please? Pretty please?” As convincing as he is, Marc knows he can always win over his partner just by looking. It had been that way for years. Marc makes a scheme and Oliver would always go along one way or another. Earning a pat on the head and the meticulous fixing of his hair, he’s given permission.

Wrapping his lips around his cock, Marc hums the opening note to the show. Despite his far fetched ideas, he knows he can’t be so reckless. One wrong note and he’ll be moving in between the alley way and a friendly raccoon. Dragging his tongue along the underside of his cock, watching Oliver with the same excitement from when he gets to hold his hand. Sucking along the tip and moaning as loudly as he can. Feeling a hand grip the back of his head, he greedily pushes his lips up to the base of Oliver’s cock. Sinking up and down until he feels his partner trying to pull away entirely. Cum hits the back of the throat, swallowing until his partner steps away.

“Are you alright? Darling, we’ve..” panting, he gently lifts Marc back up from his knees. Holding him close to his chest and swaying in the afterglow. They would have to be separated again, but soon they’ll be together forever. They have the rest of their lives together.

#another autograph #a grand performance #locked dressing room #poor poltergeist

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loops-n-boops · 11 months

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okay so,, I havent posted art here in,, a hot minute so as an artistic comeback I redesigned my deputy !!

here's some fun facts to get if off my brain:

- His name is Oliver Cornwall, and he's 37 years old

- He doesn't talk much, often speaking in grunts or one word responses. If he talks to you that means he either A) actually views you as a friend or B) hated your guts

- He was in the Air Force in the past and lost his left leg. He now has a prosthetic leg and joking about him being "all-right" is his only coping mechanism

- His voice claim is Nick Offerman

- He listens to Blue Oyster Cult and Pearl Jam (yes he would get a kick out of the Jesus on a skateboard video)

- When liberating Henbane he got so stressed out that he found a patch of bliss and just,, laid in it,, for a good thirty minutes

anyways enjoy my guy who I may or may not have an addiction to doodling as I slowly come back to Tumblr and back on my fc5 bullshit

also here's a playlist of songs that remind me of this stupid game I'm addicted to as another apology for my absence:

#art #drawing #far cry 5 #sketch #doodle #fc5 #deputy rook #Spotify

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dentpx · 2 years

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7/7/2022: Hadestown babyyyyyy

i cried the whole time, long-ass rambles below

- i really like hadestown but i’ve never listened to it in order all the way through because i knew it would be a very special and unique show, and i was right, it’s truly unlike anything i’ve ever seen

- it truly does feel like a greek epic. there’s not extended dialogue, everything spoken happens as a part of a song, and songs move between each other so seamlessly you don’t even notice it’s happening

- started crying during the first song because the music was so beautiful. started crying again during gathering storm, and wait for me, and basically by the chant reprise i was silently crying with growing intensity until the end of the show

cast stuff:

- Reeve Carney and Eva Noblezada (original Orpheus and Eurydice) are still with the show and i got to see them. both incredible performers

- funny story, I didn’t know Reeve was the original Orpheus, i know him as “the guy in the spider-man musical” and, more importantly, “riff raff in the kenny ortega rocky horror” (beloved to me for that role), he sounds a lot different than on the hadestown soundtrack so i totally thought he was new to the show

- on the soundtrack he alternates between the other-wordly falsetto style and singing like a normal guy, in person he’s doing the falsetto thing the whole time and it was a little off-putting at the start but i was completely sold by wedding song. it really does make him feel “touched by the gods” so to speak

- Jewelle Blacknab was our Persephone, she had a lot of energy and a VERY powerful voice. incredible dancer too. she was less matter-of-fact and more pleading and passionate which I liked. she used to be one of the Fates in the OG cast

- Tom Hewitt was Hades, and I looooooved him. his voice was crazy deep (way deeper than Page!) and he had a great stage presence. you really did feel like he was the most powerful person on the stage

- T. Oliver Reid as Hermes, obviously a lot different than Andre, but while Andre is obviously incredible I didn’t find myself wishing he was there instead. I think Reid brings something unique to the role and he’s fun to watch

set/lighting/blocking stuff:

- best set in the fucking world what the hell. what the hell. turnables are kind of expected at this point but hadestown made it really unique with the 3 turntables AND it fit with the theming of the show (cyclical choreography rules)

- from memory i think my favorite bit with the turntables was with the hades and orpheus confrontation when they’re on opposite ends of the turntable and walking in place but also walking against the turntable and then with it, it just ruled. i was endlessly impressed in general with the control the performers had on those things, they knew how to move and how to stay still ON SOMETHING THAT IS MOVING

- lol when it descended. and then when it came back up again. blew my mind what the hell

- the set was designed in such a smart way that it would have looked good from anywhere in the theater - i know this because i was in nosebleed seats and most productions don’t think about those seats and certain tricks/blocking don’t work from those angles. did NOT have that issue with hadestown. it also helps that the actors were in character no matter where they were on stage - when the turntable descends, they stayed in character all the way down, even though you’re really just playing to the nosebleeds when you do that. i appreciated it immensely.

- the set transformation when they go into the underworld also blew my mind, when elements of a set are THAT BIG you really don’t think they’ll move them around, and then they do and it’s like. excuse me.

- i feel stupid because i don’t remember if this is exactly what it was (it might have been switched???) but i liked the use of red/orange lighting for Eurydice and blue lighting for Orpheus in their earlier duets, it alludes to her going to hadestown and such.

- really cool lighting design where certain characters would be in shadow even though the stage was lit where they were standing - most notably Why We Build the Wall, persphone was in shadow even though the whole stage was lit, it was a neat effect

- lighting/special effects ruled most exquisitely during doubt comes in, the whole stage is dark except for the actors who are lit, and there’s smoke/fog, so you can’t see the turntables at all and the movement is so beautiful. seeing eurydice come in and out of the song is very cool.

favorite moments/things:

- wait for me (the song i know the best) was so gorgeous and it made me CRY SO FUCKING HARD. the choreography with the lamps is so gorgeous and ethereal. i had a moment after the song ended where i had to put my head in my hands and just dry heave sob quietly because the inevitability that he would not rescue Eurydice just got to me so bad

- i liked the revolution songs and the choreography for it. there’s a lot of repeated lyrics and movements throughout the show with layered meanings the more certain things come up so it’s nice

- i liked the costuming and specifically the use of red for love and hope, other than persephone’s green dress basically nobody is wearing color except for orpheus and his red bandana

- i liked the ensemble a lot. it’s a small cast so every voice counts, and it was so beautiful to see everyone sing together. in particular Epic III is incredible with the swelling of the voices and everyone coming in and out at different times

- Chant reprise, Hades gets more and more powerful during the song, and when he shouts “i am the king of the electric city”, the lights get VERY bright and then go out. it ruled

- the core aspects of the myths involved are used very smartly and the changes and parallels are deliberate and cool. i very much like that hades is characterized as an insecure and lonely man, and that he uses these insecurities against Orpheus at the end of the show, and that is what does Orpheus in.

- at the end of the show when Orpheus turns back (waghhhh) after Eurydice responds to him, she collapses to her knees and does this beautiful and sad silent wail to the heavens as the platform descends. favorite moment in the whole show for reals

theater notes:

- this is in the Walter Kerr theater, i’m not sure if it doesn’t have a lobby or what but they ushered us straight into the theater from off the street which is really weird

- i was in the front row of the balcony, which is insanely high up and far away from the stage. note to short people: this is sort of a struggle because you have to lean forward to see the whole stage (you can see most of the stage but the front is a little blocked off if you don’t lean). i am 5′4 and my back hurt so much at the end of the night. i didn’t mind though

merch notes:

- i got the program :) i love to get the program if they have it, they’re basically just original high-quality production stills with quotes about the concept/creation from the production team

- hadestown program is a lot different and more artsy than my other programs, it’s like a beautiful collage of stills with handwritten production notes. very cool.

#i'm gonna do some long ass posts for all my musicals so i don't forget what i saw lol #as is tradition.#tumblr posting is the only reason i remember the last time i saw phantom after all #musical journal #i will add more if i remember anything else #zoeposting #hadestown

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purplesurveys · 11 months

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Have you ever gotten lost while on a road trip? Not me, but my dad. I think he took a wrong turn (these were the days before Waze was a thing...can you believe this was only a decade ago?) and then we kept going and going until he himself started feeling off because the landmarks that were on his printed map were not showing up the farther we got. Eventually something in him told him to make a u-turn and true enough we had originally been heading toward a completely different town.

When did you last have some lemonade? I dunno...I don’t really have drinks other than water and iced coffee. I find lemonade too sour too, so there’s that.

Who is your celebrity crush? Kim Namjoon. Hehehehe.

If you had to choose a random color to dye your hair, what would you choose? Olive green because that’s what I’ve been meaning to do for years until I decided to go rogue at the last minute and pick purple.

What do you do when you feel restless? This usually happens when I’ve been on some sort of gadget for too long, so I just put it down and try to get some air. Usually downstairs where there’s more natural light and I can play with the dogs.

Do you take a lot of pictures of sunrises/sunsets? Nah. The only thing I do related to this is that I like to take photos of sunsets, but only when I’m at the beach.

Do you like the color orange? Not so much.

Are you currently wearing a watch? No, I never wear watches. I find them itchy, and I can always check the time from my phone anyway.

When did you last have cereal? Don’t really like cereal. I may have tried to have it a year or so ago to see what the fuss is about, only to continue deciding I’m not into it.

What last made you anxious? Just another one of my clients asking for something last-minute and me not having any choice but to say yes.

What is something you were surprised to learn? I never knew until recently that Hawaii is actually pronounced like “Ha-va-ee.” Like, their “W” sounds like a “V.” I thought that was interesting. < Hey, me too! Thanking Bretman Rock for this one haha. Anyway, a new discovery...today I learned that the most common language in Africa is Swahili. I was watching a video on Facebook where this guy asks random easy questions and he asked that, and that made me realize that I didn’t actually know the answer so I looked it up and apparently it’s Swahili. I would’ve answered Arabic.

Do you get flu vaccinations every year? No.

Have you ever been on a doubledate? Well, not in a sense that I was just getting to know my date; but yes, Angela and I did go on a couple of double dates before.

What radio station do you listen to most? I usually tune in to RX on the rare occasions that I do turn on the radio, but as much as possible I connect to Bluetooth.

Have you ever shunned a family member or vice versa? I have done that at a few points, but I’m civil with those relatives now. Or at least I try not to make any issue by making my shunning super blatant. I’m not, however, on speaking terms with my brother.

Favorite shade of blue? Light blue and midnight blue.

Favorite soup? Mushroom.

Do you like mangoes? No. My grandma always fed me mango slices as a kid – and I never liked them – so the forcing made me hate mangoes altogether.

Do you prefer pancakes or waffles? Waffles. Visually, they look more fun.

If you create music playlists, what is the title of the last one you made? I made this playlist called ‘chapter 2’ and it’s essentially songs from BTS post-hiatus announcement.

Would you or have you ever traveled to China? I’ve been to Shanghai. I loved the urban life and I loved the weather, but the social culture in China generally came as a shock. Asians aren’t very good at personal space to begin with so I can handle people getting all up in my space, but it was a different level there. Apparently you share restaurant tables????? with strangers???? I thought I was getting kidnapped when some older men sat with me and my mom but it’s super normal there it seems. People will also. Talk. About. You. In. The. Open. You’ll know it because they’ll speak in their language while looking directly at you and pointing at you. Drove me balls to the wall crazy.

What's your height? 5′1″.

What color do you wear most often? These days I wear a loooooooottttttt of white.

When taking a shower, do you turn on the water before getting in? Yes.

What do you want most? Travel and never have to work a day in my life. Or I can still continue working, but maybe somewhere that doesn’t threaten my work-life balance every single day.

What is an overused word you hear a lot? BASICALLY.

What do you currently hear? I can hear very muffled music from the nearby bars since I’m in my car while taking this, but I can’t make out the song. Also, just the quiet purring of engines of all the cars driving around the area.

What were the last 3 things you ate? Takoyaki, fries, and a Jamaican patty.

When did you last take a selfie? I took a group selfie last weekend if that counts. I never take selfies on my own.

How is your mental health? It can definitely be improved but I’m just glad to not be drowning. I know how to take care of myself mentally, too, so at least that’s not a problem anymore.

How much water do you drink in a day? Around a glass or two.

What are you thankful for currently? Having a job that pays well and being in a company that apparently has a massive amount of trust in me.

What animal do you think is the ugliest? Objectively? I dunno, maybe the sea creatures that live completely at the bottom of the ocean and never get exposed to sunlight and just look like huge blobs. No animal is ugly to me though.

If applicable, would you quit your job if you won the lottery? I’d keep working, but I think the first thing I would do is resign and give myself a little bit of a break. Maybe travel somewhere for a month.

What is your favorite sleeping position? On my side, clutching a pillow.

What are 3 scents you like? Vanilla, the ocean, baby powder.

Have you ever thrown someone a surprise party? I’ve organized a birthday surprise for someone, i.e. grouped all of their closest friends to film birthday greetings and made a video out of it (this was during the pandemic) but I’ve never planned out something as elaborate as a party.

What's an unpopular opinion you have politically? I’m not homophobic? That’s definitely unpopular where I’m from.

What's a type of cheese or cheese alternative that you enjoy? I love feta.

What is a kid activity that you would still do now as an adult? Watching cartoons. I know as adults we collectively like to watch Disney and Pixar movies, but I feel like still watching cartoons kind of gives off a different impression. I’d definitely still watch old episodes of Spongebob.

Do you like the scent of fresh cut grass? I don’t encounter it enough to have an opinion.

If you were to go to a Disney themed costume party, what would you dress up as? I’ve gone as Pooh before and I’d just repeat that outfit.

What is an ability you believe everyone should have? Practical skills, like knowing how to change a tire, change a lightbulb, fix a leak, etc. I don’t know how to do any of the things I mentioned but it would be really helpful if I do haha. You never know what kind of situation you’re going to be faced with. On that note, CPR too.

What is the first thing you do after coming home from a trip? Lie down.

Name a song that's fun to sing along to. These days, Seven by Jungkook. The chorus is so fun!!!

Do you know how your parents met? Yeah, they’re both in hospitality and were working in the same hotel. My mom was a waitress, my dad a cook so naturally their paths eventually met.

Do you believe love is blind? It can be. I’ve definitely let a million and one red flags slide.

Have you ever made a bet and lost? I don’t make serious bets because I don’t like losing money lol.

If you owned a restaurant, what would you serve? It’s one of my silly dreams to start and run my own K-pop-themed café. They’re already pretty big in the Philippines but for how many they are, none of them meet the aesthetic I’d actually want to have in such a café; most of them are super blatant with the fangirling, have posters and merch everywhere. I’d go for something more subtle with quiet but cute references/tributes around the store.

What's the fanciest event you've ever attended? A dinner for the 150th anniversary (or something like that, I can’t remember how many years they turned) of one of the national broadsheets. Saw some politicians I hated, everyone was in fancy dresses and suits, hated every bit of it. Luckily I was told to just show up and that I didn’t even have to have dinner so I bolted the first chance I got.

What food tastes better than its appearance? Oysters, mussels, sashimi.

Do you actively post on social media? Yes, mostly on Twitter since most BTS updates and discussions are coursed there.

Do you believe in horoscopes? No.

What's a hobby you would like to get into? Cooking.

Would you take the opportunity to become immortal? Out of sheer curiosity, yeah I actually might.

Do you experience intrusive thoughts? Not as much as I used to.

What is a movie that makes you laugh? White Chicks.

What is the best name you've heard an animal named? Haven’t really encountered a lot of witty names for a pet.

Do you keep track of how many steps you take? Occasionally. It’s only because I’m curious and not because I actually have fitness goals.

What's something that isn't really needed that you would not want to live without? The ability to cast your phone or laptop screen on a TV. Changed my life the moment I realized it was possible.

What would you name a yacht if you had one? No idea. It needs to be something related to the story behind how I got the yacht, so I wouldn’t actually be able to answer you on this one.

Morbid, I apologize. How do you think you'll die? I wish it will be painless and happen in my sleep.

What's something embarrassing you've said to someone? Let’s not open that book.

If you could have anything in a store for free, which store would you choose? Power Mac Center.

For 1 day, what animal would you choose to be? Dog.

What woke you up this morning? My mom woke me up.

Would you rather have many hobbies or 1 true passion? One true passion, because I feel like that can lead to so many other opportunities nonetheless.

Do you save or spend more money? I’m getting better at saving but for the longest time I was an absolute monster at spending.

Do you listen to podcasts? No. I try so hard to finish one episode every now and then, but I always get super bored before they start even talking about what’s supposed to be the main topic of the podcast.

What is your favorite dish to cook? I don’t really cook.

If you have pets, what would you ask them if they could speak? I’d specifically ask Cooper why he doesn’t like to be cuddled, or why he’s so grumpy to the point of Legitimately Growling at us every morning.

How do you deal with stress? I have my mechanisms but I’ve a long way to go as far as managing stress efficiently.

What compliment did you last receive? It was on my hair. The thing is, it happened at the airport when our bags were being checked, and I had been walking out of the body scanner when the airport lady just stared at me for what felt like eternity. She just fucking stared at me. I thought that was the end of me, maybe I wasn’t attentive and someone planted drugs in my luggage and they found it? Did I make a bomb joke without realizing it? After a few beats she gave me a smile and said, “I love your hair,” which was the biggest fucking relief I could have gotten at the time.

If you were president, what's one thing you'd change about your country? Imprison all the politicians who were meant to be imprisoned 15, 20, 30 years ago. Then throw a party to celebrate such imprisonment.

Would you rather get a facial or massage? Facial. I’ve never had it and I already know what I feel about massages.

If you were offered a super bowl ad, would you create a commercial and what would it be like? No.

When did you last feel an adrenaline rush? A month ago during the Yoongi concert. I downed a whole glass of beer (which normally would’ve taken me out) and it didn’t hit me one bit lmao and there was even a moment where I was so happy to the point that I was thinking about how much I love my job, something I would NEVER think otherwise hahaha.

Who is tallest in your family? My dad.

What's the oldest article of clothing you own look like? I’ve had some of my loungewear since high school.

When did you last mess something up? Just an email with a typo.

Do you write in a journal? This blog is it, if anything.

What's something you're confident in? Writing.

Have you ever received a strange gift? There have been a few gifts wherein I couldn’t tell what they were from a first glance, but they didn’t turn out strange.

Do you currently have a headache? Nopes.

What's something you have on your bucket list? Go back to Bangkok and stay there longer.

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laughing-with-god · 3 years

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The Unsaid Vow (Prologue)

Synopsis- You always knew when you weren't wanted. And the way things are going in your marriage with Jungkook, a divorce is looking more and more likely. While he's getting closer to a woman at work that you're certain he's having an affair with, you're planning your escape with your four-year-old son. However, five years of marriage did not expose you to a certain side of your husband. A side of Jungkook that only gets triggered when you try to leave and break apart your perfect 'family'.

Warnings- Yandere behavior, graphic language, violence/murder, women bashing on other women, heavily implied infidelity, bad parenting, absent father, broken family vibes, very slow buildup bc Jungkook doesn't really snap until you leave him so just give him a min lol, inexperienced author writing for a four-year-old (I never wrote for a kid before pls gimme a break), also I chose my future son's name for this fic but pls feel free to name him whatever you want :)

Slow burn Yandere Husband Jungkook

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Unlike the vast majority of married couples, neither you nor Jungkook donned wedding rings.

Never in your five years of marriage did you regret this decision, given it was brought upon by you and your husband’s lack of funds for fancy wedding bands at the time of your rushed marriage.

Well, you were never annoyed....until tonight, that is.

The scene before you was exceptionally intimate, so much so that you felt the instinctual need to look away in respect of the two before you.

The woman was gorgeous, effortlessly attracting all the attention the small conference room had to offer. In addition to this natural charisma spurred on by her borderline enchanting looks, her short and skin-tight red dress showed off her pleasantly curvy body. Her long, silky, and jet-black hair was pulled back into an elegant ponytail that provided a simple background for her darling features. Utterly doll-like was her face; petite, creamy in complexion with bright doe eyes and berry-pink lips.

Such a beautiful woman was currently in the arms of an equally, if not more so, attractive man.

He was tall and slender, yet not at all lanky given his sturdy build that was a testament to his strict workout regime. His olive skin was complimented with occasional tattoos, a mix of faded and fresh ink that you knew like the back of your hand despite only the tats on his hand currently showing in his crisp Valentino suit. His mid-length inky black hair was down to frame his sharp face, and indeed it was a very handsome one consisting of full eyebrows, bow-like lips, a fleshy yet impish nose, and two large, yet seemingly bottomless, raven orbs.

This man had his arms encircling the middle of the mysterious woman, her expression lifting into a light-hearted giggle as she leaned forward to whisper something in his ear.

Whatever she said must’ve been amusing to the man, given his usual stoic facade briefly melted away as he allowed a small smile at her words, his pearly round teeth peeking out for a split-second appearance.

If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought that these two were lovers.

But there was only one problem with this scene.

That was your husband, Jungkook.

And that woman in his arms was not you.

As if sensing your distress and wanting to soothe your well-founded suspicion, Jungkook pulled away from the woman and ran his gaze across the room- only stopping when he spotted you. Your spouse then gestured at you, the girl following his line of sight and landing on you and your pitiful spot by the snack table. Her joyful expression briefly dropped for a blink-and-you'll-miss-it second, but she quickly plastered on another grin and nodded. The two then strode their way over to you, barely giving you enough time to steel your nerves and muster a polite purse of the lips.

Before you knew it, the woman was right in front of you with your partner at her side instead of yours. Much to your dismay, she was only more attractive up close, and you narrowly held back a grimace as she held out a hand in introduction. You took it and shook it lifelessly.

“Hello, you must be Mrs. Jeon. I’m Sana, Jungkook’s colleague.” Even her voice was pretty, musical and light to the ears.

“H-Hi, nice to meet you but please call me Y/n.” A brief and awkward pause as Sana briefly sized you up and down. “Um, Jungkook has never mentioned you….” you trailed off, side-eyeing your husband in hopes he would intervene and add context to this random goddess he’s thrust upon you.

Jungkook gracefully took his cue and explained, “Sana transferred from another branch out of the city and has only been with us for five months. I’m her case supervisor and have been taking care of her, showing her the ropes and whatnot.”

Sana didn’t even spare you a glance as she fondly looked up at your husband, coyly biting her lip and saying in a much softer tone that could've been just for his ears only, “And he’s been really good at taking care of me.”

You didn’t consider yourself a jealous stay-at-home wife who obsessed over the tiniest details between her husband and other women, but the double meaning behind her badly-whispered comment was enough to make you splutter in disbelief. However before you could even gather up the courage to ask just what the hell ‘taking care of me’ consisted of, two new faces waltzed up and joined the conversation.

“Are you all enjoying this fabulous Christmas party?” A tall, broad-shouldered but nice-looking man asked in a tone of familiar amicability.

You thankfully smiled up at him, having met him many times before.

His name was Jin, and he was the one who got Jungkook this job.

It occurred about five years ago when you first told Jungkook that you were pregnant. Being the romantic but overall good guy that Jungkook was, he insisted that you two get married so that your child could have parents who were at least husband and wife. In addition it would also lessen the judgment in your two families, which at the time was extremely appealing to you. You had agreed to marry on one condition: after running to the courthouse you two would need to move in together in a decent apartment with a room for the nursery. But getting an apartment would mean month-to-month rent, and Jungkook’s tattooing gigs weren’t stable enough to ensure that.

Jin was originally a friend of Jungkook’s older brother, but when he heard through the grapevine about the issue, he bought Jungkook a couple of suits and offered him a job at the corporation he worked at.

Now Jungkook made more than enough money to support your little family, and it was all because Jin took a chance on a college drop-out and his knocked-up girlfriend.

You opened your mouth to respond but were cut off by the unknown lady beside Jin.

“I’d say a little too much fun if anything. Sana and Jungkook, we get that you're the infamous office couple but maybe tone it down a bit, huh?” She joked while raising her brows at the close proximity between the two.

A long and tortuous silence swept the scene.

Jin glanced at you, pity swimming in his usually carefree eyes.

Not trusting your voice to say anything and desperately wanting to hide your face from the piercing eyes, you distracted yourself by taking calculated sips of watered-down eggnog.

“Daehyun...this is actually Y/n, Jungkook’s wife,” Jin told the lady in an uncomfortable voice.

You didn’t know what stung more, the fact that this stranger thought that there was more chemistry between Sana and your husband than with you, or that it was Jin who corrected this mistake and not Jungkook himself.

“O-Oh, well it’s nice to meet you.” Daehyun awkwardly said to you while avoiding direct eye contact.

You offered a tight smile, “Pleasure.”

Whatever gratitude you could’ve had for Daehyun’s clear embarrassment quickly vanished when the woman went on to continue, “I’m sorry. Jungkook never mentioned being married and he doesn’t wear a ring so I didn’t even know. I bet it must be interesting for his housewife to meet his office wife though, right?”

She laughed, not realizing that she only succeeded in putting a foot in her mouth right before stomping it all over your pesky little heart. The group didn’t seem to share your uneasiness, all three of them politely chuckling along to the lukewarm joke at your expense. Once again, you focused on your dwindling beverage to avoid the burden of speaking or even facing them directly, too scared that your miserable expression would be unanimously inspected.

“Well, we just came over to recruit you all for some karaoke!” Jin cheerfully announced, clearly trying to change the subject, “There’s a machine in the break-out room and it’s more fun to sing with a group.”

“More like you want an audience.” Jungkook wittingly teased, a handsome smirk on his face as Sana playfully scolded him with a push to the chest.

“I’ll take your jabs now Kookie because I know they stem from your insecurity that I can actually upstage you in the vocals department.” Jin rebutted in good nature, even letting your husband’s old nickname slip.

Daehyun and Sana both guffawed at this declaration, exaggerated disbelief present on their faces.

“Jungkook is the best singer in the office. He’ll upstage you without even trying.” Daehyun said in a tenor of utter confidence.

“Only one way to find out!” Jin brushed the comment off, pointing to the direction of the assumed breakout room, “Karaoke anyone?”

The so-called office wife nodded enthusiastically, taking your husband’s arm and looking up at him to plead, “Can we do a duet of that one song we like?”

Jungkook, for the first time in seemingly hours, shot you with a questioning gaze.

Be married to someone for a while and you’ll learn how to decipher what they’re trying to say with just mere looks. Your husband was wordlessly inquiring if you were going to join, if he should go along with the group or if you two should break away and do something else.

The ball was finally in your court.

Not wanting to be rude but needing to get away from these people before you lost your cool, you decided on a subtle excuse.

“I need a refill, but maybe we can meet you all later?” You said, shaking your empty paper cup as if to prove your case.

“Oh, well the drinks are right behind you.” Sana condescendingly pointed out, tightening her hold on your husband and began steering him towards the exit, “We’ll save a seat for you.”

Bewildered, you watched as Jungkook obediently followed her lead with the Daehyun girl trailing behind.

He didn’t even spare you a glance.

You wanted to be angry.

You wanted to storm up to your husband, yank him out of the clutches of his colleagues and practically drag him back home under the premise that he would never speak to Sana ever again.

But instead of a righteous rage fueled by the marital vows you two took, utter exhaustion bestowed upon you and prevented any instigation on your part.

Maybe earlier in your marriage you would’ve fought for his attention, but now you simply just wanted to go home and lick your wounds with the help of a Ben and Jerry’s ice cream while self-obsessing over Sana’s outrageous attractiveness. After all, who could blame any hot-blooded man for choosing that goddess over you? What could you possibly do but lean back and accept that she was the obvious choice?

Other than her being a knockout beauty while you were merely average on your best day, she had other qualities that made her a more appealing catch. She was most likely younger than you, obviously fit, more ambitious and professionally driven than you, and presumably has no kids.

Meanwhile, you were just an old stay-at-home mom who lived off of her husband’s paychecks while he fucked his coworkers behind her oblivious back.

Before you could draw more detailed comparisons between Sana and yourself, you felt a large hand place itself on the middle of your back, successfully guiding your attention to the only person who bothered staying by your side.

Jin smiled sadly at you, sympathy shadowing his expression as he gestured with his other hand to the empty cup still in your hold. “Let’s get you some more eggnog.”

You nodded wordlessly, still speechless from the interaction, and allowed the taller man to guide you towards the snack table. Jin then took your cup and refilled it himself, providing you the opportunity to pick at the catered food in some cheap attempt at stress eating. By the time Jin came back with a full cup, you were halfway done with a sugar cookie and eyeing the meatballs next.

“Here ya go,” Jin said as he handed over the drink to you. You took it and nodded in thanks but kept your eyes glued to the food, not wanting him to see just how defeated and tired your face probably was. But, Jin wasn’t going to let the whole thing go. “Y/n….I know what you saw and heard looks really bad but trust me….nothing is going on between Sana and Jungkook.”

You snorted. “It doesn’t just look bad, Jin. It was like they were practically rubbing it in my face. Him having an affair isn’t the problem, it’s the way they’re not even bothering to keep it down. The least they could do is be discreet.”

Jin’s jaw slightly dropped, “‘Him having an affair isn’t the problem’? Y/n, do you even hear yourself? Of course that would be a problem! Do you not care about your own marriage anymore?”

And there it was.

The big question.

Did you truly even care about this marriage?

Well, let’s look at the facts.

One: The disrespect of his alleged mistress was more offensive to you than the fact that she was a mistress.

Two: Jungkook dragging you along to this office Christmas party was the first time in over a year that he bothered to take you out.

Three: You two had humble beginnings and could barely afford food, much less wedding bands when you first got married, but now he was a very wealthy man and had no excuse for not buying you or himself a ring. Unless, of course, he enjoyed acting single around other women.

Four: And on top of all this, it had to be factored in how distant he has been with overwhelming work hours that prevented any alone time with your husband. Sex with Jungkook has been off the table for almost a year now.

But did any of this really bother you until tonight? The answer was a resounding no. You were willing to take all those burdens in stride but tonight it wasn’t just about the fact that you were the unwanted wife Jungkook got sacked with, it was the fact that you were humiliated and forced to face the type of girl Jungkook should’ve been married to all along. That was all you were truly upset about.

The conclusion that you indeed didn’t care about your marriage and haven’t in some time now hit you in a sudden wave, but in no way were you shocked.

Voice shaky and brittle, you allowed yourself to be vulnerable with Jin and say the one thing you always secretly thought but never dared utter out loud. “I-I guess I always expected it to end like this. When we were younger, he was always the popular one and all the girls wanted him. We were only dating for three months when I got pregnant, and if it weren’t for our son he probably would’ve dumped me eventually and left for another girl. But, he stuck around for his kid because he’s a good father. And I’ve been nothing but a burden to him for a while now.”

Tears began to blur your vision, forcing you to quickly duck down and quietly sip at your drink so as to not embarrass yourself even more.

You heard a shuffle and suddenly Jin was holding you, using both of his lengthy arms to cage you in and rest you against his broad chest. It had been a long time since a man had held you like that, and you practically went boneless at the contact. You closed your eyes and tried to will away the incoming tears, even going so far as to solely focus on the scent of Jin’s cologne as he soothingly said, “Y/n, listen closely to what I’m about to say. You and Hugo were never a burden to Jungkook, and you two never will be. Your marriage was sudden, but it doesn’t make it less valid than any other marriage out there. Jungkook has been with you for so long, he just doesn’t realize when other women are interested in him because he’s been off the market forever. But I promise you, if I knew for even a second that he cheated, I would tell you right away.”

You didn’t say anything.

Although Jin’s words were comforting, they weren’t necessarily true. A marriage that started from a healthy courtship and true love instead of inconvenient circumstances was of course more valid than yours. And even though you were sure of Jin’s honesty and loyalty to you, Jungkook could’ve easily kept his affair secret from Jin as well.

However, you didn’t wish to concern Jin anymore. You already put him through too much awkwardness tonight and didn’t want to keep him by your side as some sort of emotional sponsor any longer than you already have. Jin always loved parties and was the life of any one he was invited to, even if it was just a lame annual office gathering. You then felt guilty for putting Jin in a situation where he would even have to console you when he should be out enjoying karaoke with the rest of his coworkers.

You promptly pulled away from Jin and wiped at your face. He released you and also took a step back, carefully studying you for any signs of further turmoil. Once sure that your face was acceptably dry, you gazed back up at him and offered a thankful smile. “Thanks Jin, I’m sorry I just dumped all of that on you. I really have to use the ladies' room though, can you point me to it?”

“It’s right by the conference room,” Jin informed, pointing out the general direction for you. You nodded and took a few steps toward it before he grasped your wrist to stop you and ask, “Do you want me to wait for you?”

“No, it’s okay. I’ll just find you and Jungkook when I’m out. Go and join the others for karaoke.”

Jin nodded but seemed unsure.

You didn’t look back to see if he actually went to follow the others, instead just advancing to the restrooms, secretly looking forward to some alone time even if it had to come from a public bathroom.

Once you entered the restroom you were relieved to find it completely empty, you weren’t sure if you could handle another run-in with Jungkook’s female colleagues. They all seemed to have a personal vendetta against you.

Instantly, you dashed to the mirror to inspect your makeup, assuming at least the mascara was ruined from your little cry. Thankfully, the damage was minimal and you were able to clean the smudges up with a damp napkin. You focused all your attention on the dreadfully small task, trying not to study your reflection too much given it would just conjure up more mental comparisons to all the other prettier women you encountered that night.

Yet the small task couldn’t last a lifetime, and you had to resort to looking at your phone in search of things to do. You weren’t emotionally ready to go out and search for your husband, so you wanted to prolong your time in the bathroom. Although it hasn’t been that long since you left the house, you decided to text the babysitter for any updates about your son.

To Emily: Hey, is everything okay with Hugo?

It only took about 40 seconds for the teenage neighbor girl to text back an answer, clearly on top of things and overly eager to provide any updates.

Emily: Yes! He ate his dinner, took his bath and we’re about to get ready for bed.

Your motherly instincts were satisfied with that response, but it didn’t do anything to subdue your desire to return back home. Your thumbs briefly hovered over the keypad, somewhat hesitant with the next text you were about to send.

To Emily: Great, thanks again for doing this. Listen, I think we might head back home sooner than we thought. Don’t worry tho, I’ll still give you the pay for the full four hours.

Before you could wait for a response from her, the sound of multiple incoming footsteps interrupted the steady silence in the restroom. Muffled female conversation could also be heard, the slight laughter and bickering amongst a group of women approaching the bathroom. Your fight or flight instinct was triggered, and to avoid any more awkward encounters you rushed to the nearest stall and shut the door- fully prepared to wait out the faceless group of female colleagues.

You heard the restroom door swish open before the women burst in, chatting and giggling with their heels clicking against the tile floor. One of the unknown females made way to the stall beside you, the others presumably hovering by the mirror if the sudden comments about their appearances were anything to go by. You quietly sighed and pulled out your phone again, ready to drown out their office politics talk.

Only for the conversation to somehow steer towards you.

“Did you see her?”

“Of course, I was very confused, to be honest.” One of them replied. “I mean….look at Jungkook and you just assume that whoever he’s with is drop-dead gorgeous, and she was just eh.”

“Yeah, she was pretty plain. What was her name again?”

“Y/n.” A third voice cut in, this one eerily familiar to you.

You glued a hand over your mouth to silence your gasp.

It was Sana.

“Did he ever mention her around you? You are the closest to him in the office Sana, and we didn’t even know he had a wife until tonight.”

“No, I didn’t know until tonight either.”

“What?! That’s insane. Literally all the time he spends with you: getting coffee, buying you lunch, driving you home after late nights, and he conveniently never mentions that he has a wife at home?”

“That’s suspicious. But I guess if I had a dog like that at home, I’d never mention her either.”

Cruel laughter from all of them.

The toilet from the stall next to you flushed, then opened as a new voice entered the discussion while she approached the sinks.

“It’s more than suspicious. He doesn’t even wear a wedding ring. And he’s so close to Sana but never mentioned that he’s married?” A pause as she washed her hands. “It’s obvious what he’s trying to do. Jungkook is trying to have an affair with Sana.”

Although this exchange was extremely hurtful to you, you felt somewhat relieved that you weren’t the only one to see what your husband was doing.

A pause hung in the air as none of the women spoke for a minute, they were willing to gossip but apparently outright declaring the obvious was a step too far for them.

Eventually, one of them chimed in with their own observation.

“Can you blame him? Sana you’re the most beautiful person in the office and you look so good next to him anyway. Much better than that cow Y/n.”

Another round of obnoxious laughter that broke your heart.

“C’mon guys. We gotta head back. Jungkook is gonna get anxious if Sana is away for too long.” Someone teased.

They all murmured in agreement, heading towards the exit as a group before one stopped them with a final question.

“Wait, Sana. If Jungkook does want to have an affair with you, what are you going to do?”

Although you couldn’t physically see Sana, you practically heard the smirk on her face as she said, “Who says we already aren’t having one?”

Needless to say, you ditched the Christmas party almost immediately after the bathroom incident.

You texted Jungkook a white lie about Emily struggling with Hugo, although a good father would’ve known something was up because your son had never given babysitters any trouble before. But luckily, your husband also wasn’t doing so hot in the dad department either.

You would’ve felt bad for not telling the truth if the truth wasn’t so fucking embarrassing.

“Hey, I’m gonna go home to cry like a little girl because I caught your coworkers talking shit about me. Oh, and also your little girlfriend accidentally let it slip that you’ve been fucking her this whole time. K talk to ya later!”

You grimaced at the thought of actually sending that text.

Sure it’s what that cheating bastard deserves, but you just weren’t emotionally ready for that fight yet. Especially after the night you endured, you needed some time to pick yourself up and figure out what to do next.

Divorce was the next logical step, but you were financially dependent on Jungkook. If you moved out and took Hugo with you, where would you two stay? How could you afford to be a single parent? And if Jungkook were to try to fight you for custody or the divorce in general, you would need a damn good lawyer. Unfortunately, lawyers weren’t cheap, especially one that stood a chance against Jungkook and all his wealth.

Your shoulders sagged with the imaginary weight of all these burdens.

When you entered the high-rise penthouse that you called home, you were surprised to see Emily anxiously pacing the foyer in waiting for your arrival.

“Hey, how was Hugo?” You greeted politely, already opening your clutch to pull out the agreed-upon salary.

“M-Mrs. Jeon, I swear I tried to have him in bed by eight like you said but he’s being stubborn and said he won’t go to sleep until you come back and read to him-” The teenager rushed out all at once, clearly nervous that you would scold her.

You held a hand out to stop her rambles, using your other hand to give her the money, and offered her what you hoped was a comforting smile, “It’s okay, Em. Thanks for doing this on such short notice. Why don’t you run home now and try to enjoy your Christmas Eve?”

Emily looked relieved that you weren’t mad, gratefully taking the cash before grabbing her jacket and shoes to make her exit. “Thanks so much for this Mrs. Jeon. Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas.” You farewelled while walking the young girl out, locking the door behind her.

You turned around and proceeded down a long hallway that led to the bedrooms, stopping at the door beside the master room which belonged to your four-year-old son. You opened it to peer inside, the familiar deep blue walls with painted-on sea creatures greeting you back, swiftly reminding you once more of Hugo’s obsession with the ocean.

Your son was bundled up in a twin bed so big that it practically drowned him, his small frame barely being recognizable in the large fish-printed duvet wrapped around his tiny frame, only his small and adorable face peeking out to stare right back at you.

Hugo was essentially a carbon copy of Jungkook. At first you were somewhat resentful about this, how was it possible that you carried a baby for nine months and he came out with absolutely none of your features? But after a while of watching Hugo grow up and come into his own slowly but surely, you were pacified by the conclusion that while he may look exactly like his father, his personality and heart took after you.

“Dumpling, why did Emily say you were giving her a hard time and wouldn’t go to bed?” You asked gently, sitting by his side and petting his black hair.

‘Dumpling’ was a nickname you chose for Hugo since you first found out you were pregnant with him. It stemmed from your sudden pregnancy craving to eat dumplings and nothing else, you once even going two straight weeks surviving off the food. There were many times where Jungkook had to bribe you into eating other things, playing on your guilt for not providing your baby all the nutrition he needed. But even now ‘Dumpling’ still stuck, if Hugo’s chubby cheeks were anything to go by.

“Mommy, I-I’m sorry but-” His big doe eyes looked up at you in teary guilt, “I really needed you here. It was a nece-necess-”

“Necessity, bub.” You finished for him, grinning at his attempt at a big word.

Part of you wanted to scold the boy for being difficult, but you didn’t have the heart to. Lately, Hugo has been more clingy to you than ever before. Yet it was practically impossible to punish him because Hugo has always been a good kid and you knew deep down that he didn’t act out unless there was something else going on. You suspected that it had something to do with the lack of his father’s presence that forced him to hold onto you like his life depended on it.

“Well try not to do it again, okay? Emily is a nice girl and she’s just following my orders when she tells you to go to bed.” You said, ducking down to peck the crown of his head and continue running your fingers through his hair.

Hugo nodded in understanding but ultimately stayed silent, basking in your cuddles.

All was silent for a passing moment, and while Hugo enjoyed his mother’s touch, your mind gradually returned to the turmoil that was your marriage.

A sudden epiphany struck you and bit your lip as you debated an idea.

Should you expose your son to your future plan?

The victim of any divorce has always been the children who were left behind. And the last thing you wanted to do was blindside Hugo. Perhaps you should play the hypothetical game just to see where your son’s head was at? It went without saying that Hugo was closer to you than Jungkook and you were more of a parent than your husband. But still, every kid deserved to have a say in their parents’ divorce.

“Bub, how would you feel if….it was just me and you?” You hesitantly inquired.

“What do you mean mommy?” Hugo titled his head in bewilderment and craned his neck to look back up at you.

“What if me and you went away to live together?” You clarified.

“Like a va-vayca-”

“Vacation? And no. But forever. Just me, you and no one else.” You whispered, as if Jungkook himself would storm in and catch you planning your escape with the toddler.

“Oh.” A pause as you could practically hear the mechanisms in his four-year-old brain trying to work out the logistics of what you just proposed. “Okay.”

The nonchalance in his youthful voice had you taken aback.

“It’s a really big decision, Hugo. You wouldn’t mind...not living with daddy anymore, right? You would hardly ever see him, dumpling.”

The boy shifted to lean more of his body against you, essentially resting against you with his head on your chest as he said, “But it’s like that already, mommy.”

Your heart broke.

You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him closer to you, feeling a maternal instinct to comfort and protect.

“Okay Dumpling. I need you to promise me not to tell daddy what we talked about.”

“”Kay.” Hugo yawned and closed his eyes, inhaling deep breaths of your scent and beginning the process of falling asleep. “When do we leave?”

“It’ll take some time, bub. You start school in a few months, so mommy will try to find a job while you’re there.” You told him, not bothering to try to explain the concept of a lawyer or apartment deposits on top of that. “But we can do this. It has to be a secret but you're my partner in crime.”

“Like spies?”

You chuckled, “Yeah, like spies. Promise to work with mommy in utter secrecy?”

You held up a pinky, one that Hugo grasped with his own.

“Promise.”

Author’s Note: So....A while ago before I took my long ass hiatus, I did a poll for which yandere story I should write next. The Unsaid Vow won but that was around the same time that shit hit the fan in my life. Recently was scrolling through my notes on my phone and found some of the plot points for this story and I needed a lil break from QQ. Plus I know so many ppl were hyped for this concept so....Here ya go lol. This is kinda short but it’s just a set up, Chapter one’s plot line will start a few months after this when Hugo will start kindergarten and Y/n will actually start looking in to jobs, lawyers and apartments. Also I’m sorry but I’m really bad at writing for kids lol, and I absolutely refuse to write that gross ass baby talk so just pretend your son is a lil genius okay? Also srry Once but I needed really pretty girls to be villians in my story so yeah, Twice girls in here aren’t likable but aren’t reflective of how i actually feel about them lol.

Big thanks to @sushireads once again for creating the cover art for this fic. They literally are becoming my go-to for fic art.

And my beta readers @bigbuffjoonie and @mustardpop! They beta’d for QQ and I came to them really early about this fic. They were with me since the beginning and have given me advice with creative choices to just simple grammar. They easily could’ve leaked the first draft of this too but they didn’t and kept it secret for a while. I was really insecure about getting out of my comfort zone with this plot but they really guided me.

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Sunlight - Monoma Neito

Author: @kingexpl0sionmurder Pairing: Monoma Neito/F!Reader Words: 3,928 Warnings: Implied sexual content (if you squint, nothing explicit) This is an Ancient Greek AU (Basically a retelling of the story of Icarus with a happy ending, except Icarus is Monoma), someone breaks their arm and nearly drowns (guess who?). AN: HELLO I’m back with another BNHArem collab piece! I don’t know what it is but I guess I really like writing ancient Greek stuff cause this is the second time I’ve done it. Anyway, the theme was Mythology/Folklore and I chose the story of Icarus cause I feel like it just fits with Monoma’s personality, or at least the one he shows to others. He’s just hiding the fact that he’s a softie who cares about his classmates okay? 😂 Title taken from the song Sunlight by Hozier The real story of Icarus can be found here.

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Arrogant. Over-confident. Prideful.

These were all terms that most would use to describe Monoma Neito. His pride and his ego were so big they sometimes didn’t fit in through the doorway of whatever room he was in, his loud voice overpowering everyone else speaking around him. In all the years you’d known him, you had always sat on the sidelines and watched as he boasted, his blue eyes sweeping over the crowd that always gathered to listen, that smug grin ever present on his face.

Being as close as you were to him, you had a few more words to add to the list, ones that others might not think of, since they didn’t know him like you did.

Intelligent. Brave. Caring.

You thought about it as you rested your head on his chest, your eyes fluttering closed as you listened to his heartbeat slow to a normal rhythm. He was trailing his fingers down your bare back, stopping just short of the sheet pooled around your waist, and then back up again. If you opened your eyes you knew you would see his clear and bright blue ones looking back at you, a contented smile replacing his normally smug one. He never showed this side to anyone else, and you wanted to keep it that way.

“Why are you staring?” Opening your eyes, you peered up at him, seeing exactly the look on his face that you expected.

“I’m just admiring your beauty.” Grinning cheekily, he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. “Is that a crime?”

Scoffing, you shifted, lifting yourself up so you could reach his mouth easier. “I’m a sweaty mess, I can’t imagine I look beautiful right now.” You kissed him briefly. “But I thank you all the same.”

Neito hummed, his hand moving to cup your face. “Our previous activities may have made you sweat, but you still look just as beautiful as you did before them, even more so, maybe.”

His returning kiss was long and slow, and you felt your knees weaken under you as you pushed yourself closer, wanting more. You shuffled, straddling his waist, your knees resting on either side of his lean frame.

He chuckled when he broke the kiss, his lips trailing down your jaw, one hand gripping your hip. “Again? Aren’t you insatiable today, Y/N?”

“We’re going to be on a long journey starting tomorrow, who knows when we’ll do this again. Don’t make fun of me.” You pouted a bit, letting your head tilt back as he sucked lightly on the pulse point below your ear.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” His voice was husky, his warm breath tickling your skin as he pulled you closer. You let your eyes fall closed again, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you held on to him, letting yourself get lost in the ebb and flow of your bodies moving together once again.

The island of Crete was large, occupied by the elaborate labyrinth that Dedalus, Neito’s father, had created for King Minos, and the city surrounding King Minos’ castle, which is where you’d met Neito when you were children. Before the labyrinth had been completed, you’d spent many days playing in the olive groves together. You’d been besotted with him from the start, planning to follow him to the ends of the earth even then.

As you grew older, your love never faded or wavered, and Neito felt the same. He promised you the moon and stars and made plans for the life you would live together. King Minos, however, seemed to have other plans for the inventor and his only son.

Terrified that they would reveal the secret that lay hidden inside the maze to his people, King Minos imprisoned Neito and Dedalus inside a tower and made sure to monitor all the ships leaving the island so they had no means to sneak away and escape.

You’d spent the first day of their imprisonment beside yourself, worried for Neito’s safety and mourning the plans you’d made together. You thanked the gods that King Minos seemed to know nothing of your existence or your relationship with Neito, so no one was suspicious when you snuck away from the city that night. You weren’t sure how long you’d last without seeing his face, and you didn’t want to think about it.

It didn’t take long to figure out how to scale the tower walls, adrenaline fueling you as you climbed into the high window of one of the tower's few rooms a mere day after your lover and his father were locked away.

The shock that painted their features as you tumbled into the room that served as a bedroom quickly melted into joy as Neito scooped you up in his arms. Praises fell from his lips as he kissed your face, his eyes shining with happy tears as you grinned up at him.

Emboldened by your determination, Dedalus decided to come up with a means of escape and had holed himself away in another room of the tower to work on his plans. You’d spent that night with Neito, tangled in his bedsheets and clinging to him as he whispered sweet words in your ear, promises of your future together giving you hope that all was not lost.

Months of planning had brought you to this day, the day that you would say goodbye to Crete, and embark on a new journey with your beloved.

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“Are you sure these wings will work, sir?” You blinked down at Dedalus’ creations, a feeling of dread creeping up your spine. Wax and feathers, and straps to hold them to the user's arms. You didn’t want to admit it, but the plan Neito’s father had spent months on looked more than likely to fail.

“Positive! I tested them myself on the tower roof this morning.” He turned to his son, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “You must remember to keep yourself from flying too high because the sun will melt the wax and make these wings useless. And also-”

Neito interrupted him, rolling his eyes. “Yes, father, I know. You’ve mentioned that.”

“Let me finish! You must not fly too low, because the ocean spray will get the wings wet and weigh you down.” You’d never seen his father look so stern.

“I understand, father! I won’t fly too high or too low.” His brows furrowed as he shook his father’s grip from his shoulder, pouting like a petulant child. “I’m not an idiot.”

“I know how prone you are to posturing, my son. I just need to be sure you understand.” He gave his son an apologetic smile before turning to look at you. “Will you be alright by yourself?”

“I’ll be fine. I’ll meet you both in the harbor in Athens.” You took Neito’s hand and squeezed it. “You’ll wait for me there, won’t you?”

Neito grinned, tugging your hand to pull you closer. “I’ll be there waiting to give you the most dramatic welcome you’ve ever received.”

“I’d expect nothing less from you.” Fear kept its icy grip on your heart, but you tried to push through, forcing a smile as you gazed up at him. You saw in his eyes that he was just as worried, but he continued to act the opposite.

“Hurry along so you don’t miss your boat, beautiful. I’ll see you soon.”

You let your fingers graze along his cheek, lifting yourself on your toes to kiss him. You tried not to think about how this might be the last time you’d feel his lips upon yours, instead memorizing his scent, the way he tasted, and the way his arms felt wrapped around you.

Reluctantly breaking away, you nodded at Dedalus and made your way towards the window, ready to scale down the tower for the final time. You caught Neito’s eye before you lowered yourself out of sight, shaking your head as he blew you a kiss, smiling despite your worry.

If all went well, you would see them both again in Athens, free to live out the rest of your days by Neito’s side. You prayed silently to any god who may listen as you ran back towards the city, to let your love make it safely across the sea so you could be together.

You’d paid a hefty sum of drachma to an old fisherman in the city, one that knew your father well, to let you take his boat. You had told him you needed to travel to Athens discreetly, and he had agreed when he saw the desperation on your face. It was lucky that his son was planning to travel to the mainland anyway, so it was easy to come up with the story that you were his future wife and accompanying him on his journey.

The fisherman’s son was named Tetsutetsu, and he was a childhood friend, so you were immediately relieved to know you wouldn’t be uncomfortable on the long boat ride. You had envisioned that you’d be stuck on a boat alone, or with a stranger, so this was the best possible outcome.

Tetsu was privy to the real reason why you were traveling to Athens and was more than willing to help. “That guy was always a fool, but I can tell how much he cares about you.” He said as you were helping him to ready the boat a few days before your departure. Looking out towards the sea, Tetsu wiped the sweat from his brow. “I wonder what King Minos is trying to hide in that labyrinth.”

“I don’t know. I’m not sure Neito knows either.” You sighed, leaning back against the post the boat was tied to on the dock. “I just want to get him out of there.”

Your determination must have been obvious to your old friend, because he didn’t say anything else as he worked, making sure that the boat was stocked with supplies and emergency equipment just in case.

The morning of your departure, you played the part of a smitten fiancé, hanging on Tetsu’s arm as you walked towards the docks where the boat was kept. You were smiley and flirtatious with the King’s soldiers as they inspected the boat for any stowaways, making them comment to Tetsu about how lucky he was to have such a beauty agree to marry him.

“Oh stop, don’t flatter me so much! It’s so early and I’ve barely had enough rest. I must look awful. You’re just being kind.” You covered your face dramatically, taking a page from Neito’s book and turning up the theatrics. “I hope we’re leaving soon, I’m ready to take a nap.”

The soldiers bowed and cleared you to leave, telling Tetsu to keep his eye on you once you arrived in Athens. “She’ll get scooped up by some rich tyrant if you’re not careful!” Their leader said as the group of them walked down the dock and to the next port.

Tetsu breathed a sigh of relief when they had gone. “That Neito sure taught you a thing or two about acting, didn’t he?”

Shrugging, you sat on the folded blanket you’d brought, leaning back against the side of the ship as Tetsu readied the sails and positioned the oars. “He’s always so over the top in public, you’d never believe how sweet he can be when no one’s around.”

“It’s definitely hard to believe.” You both looked up towards the sky. “When are they leaving?”

“They should have already gone. I told them to keep an eye out for the boat if they can help it, just in case they run into any trouble.”

Humming, he got to work, sitting down and pushing the oars into the water, propelling the boat forward and into the inlet that would lead to the sea.

The two of you were quiet for some time, your gaze fixed upwards as you looked for any sign of your lover below the clouds. The inlet opened up into the open sea, and Tetsu got to work opening the sails on the small boat, letting the wind pick up and push you towards the mainland.

You were traveling for some time without any incident, the two of you making small talk as Tetsu steered the small boat in the direction of your destination. He told you about the girl he’d met on his last trip to Athens, and how he hoped to see her again when he arrived there. The look in his eyes as he spoke about her told you how deeply he cared for her, and you assumed it was probably the same look you had when you spoke about Neito.

After a few hours, you began to worry again, wondering if they were doing okay up there. You had to imagine they would be tired, and you knew there was no option for them to stop and rest. You opened your mouth to voice your fears out loud, but Tetsu interrupted by crying out.

“Look!” He pointed up and out in front of where the boat was currently headed. You stood, shielding your eyes with your hand and squinting to see better. Something was falling from the clouds, hurtling towards the open expanse of water in front of you. Whatever it was, it hit the water with a splash, the speed at which it was falling caused the water beneath you to surge violently, rocking the boat.

“What was that?” You were almost afraid to ask, leaning over the side and trying to get a better look.

Tetsu ran to pick up the oars, sitting down and rowing quickly to try and get closer. “I don’t know, but it fell from up high if it hit the water that hard.”

You still couldn’t see, the glare from the sun above limiting your vision. Something floating by the boat caught your attention, and your heart moved into your throat. A feather was floating past, caught up in the undulating water. Soon after another feather drifted by, and then another, all of different shapes and sizes and colors.

“Neito?” You whispered, looking out at the water again. “No…”

“Y/N?” Tetsu called from behind you. “Do you see anything?”

Thoughts racing a mile a minute, you reached down to shuck off your sandals. “It’s Neito!”

Before he could stop you, you threw yourself overboard, gasping when the freezing cold water hit your skin. Ignoring the yelling of your friend behind you, you started swimming, ducking your head under the water and opening your eyes, trying to find any sign of the man you loved.

The bubbles had yet to settle from where he had made contact with the water, so you were able to follow them, seeing something floating a little further ahead. Upon getting closer, the blonde of his hair was unmistakable. Your muscles protested as you pushed hard, diving deeper and reaching out a hand to grab him. When your fingers closed around his tunic, you pulled, kicking up to breach the surface of the water again.

You cursed his father as you headed for the surface, cursed Neito for not listening to his father’s instructions, cursed yourself for letting them go through with this insane plan, for but most of all you cursed King Minos for putting them in this position in the first place. If you both lived through this ordeal, you were going to do everything in your power to make sure King Minos suffered in some way.

Gasping, you emerged from the water, adjusting your grip to grab Neito’s arm and pull his head above the water as well. His head hung limply, his body dead weight as you kicked to keep the both of you afloat.

“Y/N! Are you crazy?” You heard Tetsu cry from behind you. “Is he okay?”

“I don’t know!” You called back, turning to see the boat headed for you. “I’m going to need your help getting him into the boat.”

Grumbling, Tetsu pulled the boat up next to you, standing up and holding out his hands. “I would have jumped in for him if you would have waited a minute, you know.”

“I know, I just...I wasn’t thinking.” You maneuvered Neito in front of you, lifting him slightly so Tetsu could pull him up. “I was so scared I…”

“Hey, it’s okay.” He leaned over and held out his hand for you. “You got to him, didn’t you?”

As he hoisted you out of the water, you nodded, falling to your knees next to Neito as soon as your feet hit the deck. “I just hope he’ll be alright.”

“He’s not breathing.” He fell to his knees beside you. “Can you-”

“Yes.” You leaned forward, pinching his nose and breathing air into his mouth a few times, thanking the gods for the work you’d done at the hospital and the things you’d picked up from hanging around the docks as a child. Refusing to give up, you waited and tried again, pushing his hair off his forehead in between, silently praying to let him live through this.

It wasn’t long before Neito gasped, his lungs expanding as he started coughing, and you turned his head to the side so he could spit out the water that had been trapped in his throat. Tetsu’s shoulders sagged beside you in relief, and you felt your heart return to its original home behind your ribcage.

You focused on the shallow breaths coming from the man in front of you, counting every one of them as a blessing. Your eyes stayed on him as he blinked up at the sky, confusion and then realization crossing his features. He finally turned to look at you, his blue eyes meeting yours, and it took every ounce of your strength to keep yourself from crashing into him. The tears welled up before you could stop them, and you saw an expression on his face that you’d rarely seen before. He looked so small and vulnerable at that moment. “Y/N?”

“Neito, what happened?” You struggled with your emotions, not knowing whether to cry or laugh or yell. You were so happy that he was okay, that he’d been able to escape after all, but you were also incredibly angry that you’d almost lost him. What would have happened if you and Tetsu hadn’t been there when he fell? He would have drowned.

“I…”He trailed off, looking lost for a moment. “It was amazing, flying. It was exhilarating, being so high up and feeling the wind rushing by. Father was trying to tell me to let myself descend but I thought I was doing just fine. But then the wax started to melt and I saw the feathers falling off of me and into the wind and...” His eyes fell on Tetsu, widening like he’d just realized he was there. “Tetsutetsu?”

Clearing his throat, Tetsu stood up. “Hey, Monoma. Glad you’re okay.” He stepped over him and moved to get the sails on the boat up again. “Let’s get back to land as soon as we can. Your arm looks broken.”

You understood that this was Tetsu’s way of giving the two of you some privacy. Looking down, you saw Neito’s arm was sitting at a funny angle. “Does it hurt?”

Brows furrowed, he moved his arm and winced. “I hadn’t even noticed.”

“You’re in shock. Do you want to sit up?” You moved to help him, steadying him as you helped him shuffle and lean against the side of the boat. Digging through the box of supplies you’d brought, you pulled out another blanket and did your best to wrap him in it, settling down beside him.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

His words startled you. “Why?”

“This whole thing was a terrible idea. I never should have agreed to my father’s plan. We should have found another way.” He looked up at the sky. “I’m afraid he won’t make it. We had planned on stopping at an island not far from here and getting a boat the rest of the way to Athens, but I know if my arms were starting to tire, he isn’t faring much better.”

You let your head fall on his shoulder. “Have faith, I’m sure he’ll make it just fine. I’m just glad we were here to save you when you fell.” Taking a deep breath, you said the one thing that had been bothering you about him all this time. “I just don’t know why you feel like you have to prove to everyone else that you can do things.”

He looked over at you, puzzled at your change in subject, and you continued, lifting your head and turning towards him.

“You’re always putting on a show for everyone, trying to show them how great you are, trying to show that you’re better than them. You can be downright arrogant sometimes, and you have too much pride.” Reaching out, you smoothed down his hair, letting your fingers card through his blonde locks. “I just wish you saw what I see in you. You’re amazing and sweet and you care so much. I love the Neito that you show me when it’s just the two of us.”

Cradling his broken arm in his lap, he lifted his good arm and cupped your face, letting his thumb caress your cheek. “I’m a rotten show-off, Y/N. Sometimes I think you’ll get tired of it and leave me, and I wouldn’t blame you.” He sighed, pressing his forehead to yours and shutting his eyes. “My arrogance got me into this situation. If I would have just listened to my father…”

“I could have lost you.” The tears you’d been holding back slipped out, and you sniffled. “Don’t scare me like that ever again.”

You tasted salt when he kissed you, but you weren’t sure if it was from the seawater or your tears.

When he pulled away, he wiped at your face and lifted your chin to look up at him. “When I was falling, all I could think of was you; that I wouldn’t get to see you ever again, or hear your laugh. I was going to break my promise to you, the future together we had planned. It broke my heart to think of how angry you would be at me if I didn’t survive.”

“You’re right, I would have been furious.”

Smiling cheekily, he hummed. “As much as I love how beautiful you are when you’re angry, I prefer that to be directed at other people and not me.”

You turned to look out at the water. The wind had picked up the sails again and you were moving at a steady pace. “It’s over now, Neito. We’re going to go to Athens and start a new life together, just like we planned.” Looking back at him, you managed to smile. “Just remember, you don’t have anything you need to prove to me. I love you just the way you are.”

“I love you, too, Y/N.”

You settled back against his side and let your gaze wander towards the sky again, the mid-afternoon sun peeking through the clouds and shining down on the sea, making it glisten. It was beautiful, and even though the sunlight had nearly killed the man you loved, you couldn’t be angry. Everything had worked out in the end, and you were well on your way to realizing your dreams. The gods must have been listening to your prayers after all.

#monoma neito #monoma x reader #neito monoma #bnha #bnha x reader #mha #mha x reader #neito monoma x reader #monoma neito x reader #bnharem #bnharem collab #kingexpl0sionmurder writes

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deimcs · 3 years

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thoughts on the kenways!

Thank you legend for yet another opportunity to cry ♡

Okay so, the fact that ubisoft chose to give us a generational saga but then decided to make it as traumatic as possible it was really some kind of twisted power move from their part. and they did it BACKWARDS even, for even more brain damage. This got impossibly long so, more under the cut.

When we get introduced to Edward, it’s hard to believe he’s ever going to be a functional human being, least of all a father. His growth and progression is actually not linear at all and you know what? I love that. He doesn’t magically change his attitude the moment he’s introduced to the Assassins. He’s selfish, he’s greedy, he’s shallow, he’s out there to have fun and make money! He never made that a secret but what makes him so endearing is that’s not all he is. Bit by bit you’re introduced to his past and through his past you start to see his present in a different light, the more the story advances the more we are introduced to all his other qualities, the same ones Mary sees in him even if he can’t. He cares. A LOT. He cares for his men, he cares for his friends, he cares for Nassau, for the islands, for the people living there. He trusts Adéwalé with his life and actually listens to his counsel. He cared for Caroline too but the game doesn’t try to excuse the way he acted towards her, it was still love but with an unhappy ending!

I love how ingenious he is, how funny and resourceful. He’s very charismatic obviously but despite his rambunctious personality I never felt like he overshadowed the people around him. He’s very warm and welcoming in that sense, he THRIVES in a community and languishes in isolation. The losses he goes through have an actual impact on him, as the game progresses he grows more somber, more serious. It’s a jarring comparison to the Edward we see during the first acts.

But it culminates in something soft, if bittersweet. He starts off wanting to devour the world. He learns to compromise. We all know the infamous song scene, by then he sacrificed everything and still lost against the tide of history. His is a conscious surrender, loaded with meaning. Absolutely love how they highlight the fact that he was a good loving father. Far from perfect, with a messy past but still protective and respectful. He deserved to watch his children grow, he would have offered them a choice, I know that. The ultimate paragon of freedom until the very end.

Then comes Haytham and of course he’s the tricky one. I haven’t read Forsaken, this is a stain on my Assassin’s Creed obsessed record I know but I know what goes down behind the scenes, more or less. He’s tricky because his entire character is actually a big what if?

What happened when he was a kid wasn’t his fault, Birch’s betrayal wasn’t his fault, I truly believe he loved his father, he loved Jennifer too in a way despite their differences. First among many the fact that they knew Edward very differently, I think. So I can’t actually fault him for becoming a Templar, ultimately he was indoctrinated. But when it comes to Connor I can’t really approve of his choices, at all.

What he did once he became an adult it’s on him and on him only. He wasn’t totally callous, we know that, but he was extremely manipulative and every bit the polarized man he once accused Achilles to be. I don’t think him so stupid to actually believe taking away people’s free will was the answer, his biggest weakness was that he acted like he was so sure of himself even when his morality was evidently on the fence on some matters. Kaniehti:io proved that, his son did the same.

Honestly? It was foolish of him not to accept Connor’s curiosity and tentative olive branch the first time. He’s a proud man, too proud and that was his downfall. Acting so condescendingly towards his son got him nowhere. He thought Connor to be naif, childish, incapable, easily manipulated. He underestimated him because he saw the Assassin before he saw his own child or even just a person and that dug a chasm between them. He kept rejecting him and trying to assert his authority on him as a father within the same breath, like pick a struggle! It was on him, things could have gone differently if he stopped thinking himself invincible for one second.

Then we have the love of my life, my dear Ratonhnhaké:ton. Literally a good soul. He’s such an incredible character and I wish more people would see that. The fact that so many in this fandom write him off as cynical and stoic doesn’t sit well with me at all, let me tell you that. Once again we’re just ignoring the character development? Not on my watch. The thing is with all the assassins, they all end up losing something, having the person they were at the beginning of the game beaten out of them, for good or bad. That’s just the pattern, they are all changed by the end and Connor is no exception. That fact that he had to go through such horrifying things at such a young age is bound to traumatize a person. People like to talk about his anger but you’d be surprised how little it actually appears throughout the game. His personality is gentle, a little awkward at times, determined, incredibly nurturing. This man rebuilt an entire village, he rebuilt an entire brotherhood, he learned to sail, to fight, to hunt, to speak the language of those who slaughtered his people without a second thought, their customs and rituals. He adapted over and over again, always making space for others if they were willing to take it without abusing it.

The only times he snaps is when people are doing just that: taking advantage. Of him, of his land and the people he loves. It’s a rightful anger, a protective anger, an anger that settles boundaries. It’s healthy, it’s important and I was just so happy to see it portrayed the way they did!

He’s a gentle giant, who deserves respect because he literally changed the course of history and he just got more death and pain in return. His story is particularly important because it tells a tale that it’s not just his but of his people. It’s cultural and it’s very real.

Him too, starts off softer around the edges and he’s forced to harden by the end of it. It’s not lack of character, it’s literal trauma! Edward would have loved him so much.

#ask games #text #replies #the fact that this got so long and i didn't even put everything i wanted to say #i'm sorry i'm like this #truly #didn't proof read this i'm sorry for any mistakes!#winedark #edward kenway #haytham kenway #connor kenway #thoughts on

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simpingforsoftboys · 3 years

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Not Everyone Gets A Happily Ever After

ft. Iwaoi, Atsumu Miya

!Gender Neutral Reader!

Pt 2 to this

*Male readers just pretend that you and Tsumu have a mix of female and male friends each who can be both groomsmen and bridesmaids

Anon thank you for requesting- I live for angst and this was super fun to write- even if I cried while doing so. IwaOi is my comfort ship but they’re not perfect. People make mistakes- in life, love, and everything and anything in between. Sometimes they repeat those mistakes, other times they learn from them, either way everything happens for a reason and sometimes it’s for the better. Unfortunately, not everyone winds up happy with the results- and that’s okay.

Also I kind of made it into a song fic (listen to Sign of the Times by Harry Styles while you read)!

Just stop your crying

Hajime and Toru were sitting in the second row on your side of the aisle, pretending that they couldn’t feel the sharp gazes from your family and friends. They had some nerve showing up to your wedding, despite being invited, especially after spending five or so years treating you like an outsider in your own relationship. The reception itself hadn’t yet started, Atsumu had just stepped onto stage- his twin right beside him as the best man.

It's a sign of the times

Atsumu was looking incredibly dapper in his midnight blue suit, his blonde hair combed perfectly to the side. He looked incredibly anxious, whispering to his brother if he looked alright. Hajime thought it was a stupid question- obviously he looked great- but then again he supposed he would have done the same, had he been in Atsumu’s shoes.

Welcome to the final show

Toru’s gaze flitted to the front row where your parents and close friends were sitting. Some were commenting on his and Hajime’s choice to attend the wedding still, but it was your mother’s words that surprised him.

“I’m glad it’s Atsumu (s)he’s marrying, he’ll treat them right.” That woman had been like his aunty since childhood, hearing her say that caused another crack in his heart.

Hope you're wearing your best clothes

His suit’s collar felt like it was strangling him, Hajime reached up to loosen it slightly. Despite doing so, he still found that he had trouble breathing.

You can't bribe the door on your way to the sky

The trainer wondered if he and Toru would go to hell for breaking your heart- only to mend it again with false promises, for telling you that they loved you when it had been lust the whole time.

You look pretty good down here

Maybe they were already damned to an eternity in hell.

But you ain't really good

They were good liars- him and Toru- maybe that’s why they were able to lie to you, to themselves, and to each other. Lied about their true feelings, convinced themselves it was lust and not love.

If we never learned, we been here before

It felt familiar, Toru thought, being here, like when he got invited to weddings in the past and he’d only bring Hajime as his plus one.

“You wouldn’t enjoy it Y/n- so I’ll just bring Haji okay? We’ll be back in no time- I promise!” The brunette had told you mournfully, as if they weren’t going to be staying in the Bahama’s for a week in order to attend a wedding. Now that he thinks about it, all the fees were covered- they totally could have brought you if they wanted.

Why are we always stuck and running from

He pretended he didn’t hear the hitch of your breath once his back was turned to you, not wanting to deal with your water works.

‘It’s fine,’ he had told himself, ‘(s)he’s just being dramatic.’ It’s not like it was the first time they’ve gone without Y/n after all.

The bullets

We never learned, we’ve been here before

Yes, it was a familiar sight. Sitting together side by side in a wedding venue, awaiting the arrival of the bride/groom. Yet, there was a stark difference this time. This wedding wasn’t for just some coworker or old friend, this was your wedding.

Why are we always stuck and running from

The bullets

Just stop your crying

Someone squeezed his hand- it was Hajime- his normally piercing olive green eyes were cloudy with unshed tears. They hadn’t even laid eyes on you yet and the two of them were already ready to start sobbing. Semi Eita- who had been one of your close friends in high school- gave them a judgmental look.

It's a sign of the times

‘Why are you two crying? You had plenty of chances before now. Get over it.’ His fiery gaze told them, it was then directed elsewhere- since the music had started and the groomsmen and bridesmaids began streaming down the aisle. It was a little later than usual, apparently there had been an issue with the flower girl- so they had the wedding party wait a moment.

We gotta get away from here

Just stop your crying

Others were tearing up all around them, but Hajime and Toru remained ignorant to them. The ring bearer- a little boy- they recognized him as your siblings youngest son, since they had accompanied you to see him be born. The kid was about six or seven now, and he was every bit as charming as you were.

It will be alright

He strode down the aisle proudly, chin raised in a way that reminded them of you. When you were feeling particularly stubborn or prideful, you would raise your chin just like that.

They told me that the end is near

Next up was the flower girl- or flower girls. Hajime didn’t recognize them whatsoever, they must have been around your nephews age. It was likely that they were from Atsumu’s side of the family. The girls scattered white rose petals down the aisle, it was a magical sight- watching them flutter to the ground.

We gotta get away from here

They had been expecting this moment, ever since they agreed to attend the wedding.

Just stop crying

To his right, he heard Toru stifle a sob.

Have the time of your life

It was you. Hajime couldn’t remember when he last saw that smile on your face. You were donned in white, smiling from ear to ear- hair done perfectly, eyes tearing up- but for a different reason from them. You were happy. Excited. Today was the day, not sparing them a glance, the only person who mattered to you was at the end of the aisle, waiting for you to join him.

Breaking through the atmosphere

Taking a step onto the raised platform, facing Atsumu, you let the tears fall. Unbeknownst to you, Toru and Hajime cried alongside you.

Things are pretty good from here

“Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today in the presence of these witnesses, to join Miya Atsumu and L/n Y/n in matrimony commended to be honorable among all; and therefore is not to be entered into lightly but reverently, passionately, lovingly and solemnly. Into this - these two persons present now come to be joined. If any person can show just cause why they may not be joined together - let them speak now or forever hold their peace.”

Remember everything will be alright

Toru’s entire body tensed up. Hajime placed a firm hand on the setter’s thigh, preventing him from even considering objecting. Semi cast the two of them a evil look, promising violence should they dare to object.

We can meet again somewhere

"Miya Atsumu and L/n Y/n, if it is your desire to take the vows which will legally unite you at this time, please respond, 'It is,’.”

Somewhere far away from here

Atsumu and you continue staring lovingly at one another, not even hesitating a second before saying “It is.”

If we never learned, we been here before

“Do you, Miya Atsumu, take L/n Y/n to be your lawfully wedded wife/husband? From this day forward, to have and to hold, for better, for worse, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?”

The entire audience held their breath in anticipation- as if there were any reason to doubt his love for Y/n. Even Toru and Hajime couldn’t find it within them to wish he declined. Y/n deserved a loving husband- even if it was just one person- so long as he would dedicate himself to her/him entirely.

Why are we always stuck and running from

“Course I do.”

The bullets

Everyone’s gazes fell upon you.

The bullets

“Do you, L/n Y/n , take Atsumu Miya, to be your lawfully wedded husband? From this day forward, to have and to hold, for better, for worse, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?”

We never learned, we been here before

You’re wiping your tears away, that wide smile- Hajime realizes that in all his years of knowing you he has never seen you this happy- never slipping from your face.

Why are we always stuck and running from

“I do.”

The bullets

The ring bearer comes up, shining rings placed a top the red, velvet pillow.

The bullets

Toru’s never hated red as much as he does now. Not even when he was playing desperately against Japan during the Olympics.

Just stop your crying

“Atsumu, please take the ring you have selected for Y/n. As you place it on her/his finger, repeat after me: 'With this ring, I thee wed.’”

It’s a sign of the times

Your groom picks up your shining gold and diamond wedding ring/band and delicately slips it on your ring finger.

We gotta get away from here

“Y/n, I’ve been enraptured by yer beauty since the first time I saw ya. Even before I fell for ya I’ve always admired how kind hearted and understandin’ ya were. There’s not enough words t’ capture or explain my love for ya. So I want to spend the rest of my life tryin. Yer it for me Y/n... so I can say without a second thought. With this ring, I thee wed.” He murmurs, salty tears spill from his eyes. He’s finally going to get the s/o of his dreams, he realizes.

We gotta get away from here

Hajime and Toru hold onto each other with vice like grips. They realize it too. There’s no do overs.

Just stop your crying

“Y/n, please take the ring you have selected for Atsumu. As you place it on his finger, repeat after me: 'With this ring, I thee wed.’”

It will be alright

Your hand reaches for the single wedding band still resting on the pillow. It shines brilliantly between your fingers.

They told me that the end is near

“Atsumu, you’ve been there for me time and time again. You lifted me off the ground when I was broken, kissed my tears away from my eyes, and helped me learn how to love again. You’ve seen me at my best and my worst and loved me through it all. And it’s with complete faith and love that I say this. With this ring, I thee wed.” Atsumu’s wedding band matches yours, and slides on his finger perfectly.

We gotta get away from here

If we never learned, we been here before

The vows had been short but sweet. Toru would have been able to recite a whole paper- had he stood in Atsumu’s shoes.

Why are we always stuck and running from

“Seeing as the two of you have consented together in holy wedlock, and have witnessed the same before God and this company, by authority vested in me by the state, I now pronounce you husband and wife/husband. You may kiss your bride/groom!”

The bullets

But he’s not in Atsumu’s shoes.

The bullets

You yank Atsumu down and press a passionate kiss to his lips, throwing your arms around his neck to pull him closer. He reciprocates immediately- all tongue and open mouthed. Neither of you pay any mind to the fact that everyone is watching you make out. All you see is each other.

We never learned, we’ve been here before

Neither is Hajime.

Why are we always stuck and running from

The bullets

There’s no second chances.

We don't talk enough

No talking it over.

We should open up

You weren’t L/n Y/n any longer.

Before it's all too much

You’re now Miya Y/n.

Will we ever learn?

Devoted to and utterly in love with Miya Atsumu.

We've been here before

Is this what it had been like for you?

It's just what we know

Watching the two of them be so in love- eyes locked on each other- with no care in the world about who was watching.

Stop your crying baby

About who they were hurting.

It's a sign of the times

They didn’t even get the chance to ask why you did it- why you stuck around for so long and loved them, despite them not feeling the same.

Now they never would get that chance again.

We gotta get away

We got to get away

We got to, we got to

#iwaizumi x reader #oikawa x reader x iwaizumi #oikawa toru x reader #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa angst #semi eita is a good friend

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muffindaddystyles · 3 years

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I hope you’re doing well and staying safe💛

Would you mind writing something Harry x reader where the reader has asthma and in the middle of the night she has a severe asthma attack in the kitchen and Harry wakes up to the sound of glass breaking, please and thank you?

You can make it vamp!harry if you want!

Hi doveeess hope you're doing well too 💛💛

Warning: Disease of asthma, fainting and passing out.

Opposite attracts, right? Well the saying was proved to it's fulfilment with Harry's and Y/N's relationship. If he got broody shoulders and tiny waist, Y/N's his bean with hands 10x daintier than his's. If he's the diffident with certain people cause he has acknowledged this world way before than her, then she's the one to be a tweety with everyone. He could be amatory with his every action and she's the shy one; he's a romantic creature.

If he's the vampire, she's a tiny human. How bizzare.

If he got the cold heart because the blood doesn't rush inside him, then she got a warm heart but, . . . . . it's weak doesn't pump enough blood to her lungs.

In her words it's healthy and keeping her alive but for him it's a death clock. Scares him at the mere thought of it betraying her and that's the reason he's super conscious about her each step.

Doesn't let her take stairs. Takes care they don't go to rowdy places. If they get struck in crowds he always manages to make a way out. He always makes sure she doesn't get a cold and layers her into puffy jackets — because when she gets sick they've to be in the hospital for three days at-least.

He vehemently despises the view of her getting nabolized while he sits beside her, stroking her knuckles kissing her temple and whispering to her how strong she's.

He's in love with her braveness 'cos he's just too weak — so so weak in knees for her.

He made a promise to himself that he'd never let anything happen to her and sometimes she scolds him for restricting her from things she loves to enjoy. Like rollercoasters. Teases him that it's the fact it makes his tummy all jumpy but he knows when she gets excited to a peak she nearly gives out in his arms.

She wanna live life to fullest.

Wanna love him to fullest.

They went for a picnic. Even though the sky was too murky and cloudy she insisted, he gave in. That's the only weather they could be out together.

They picked olives together. She'd dot them at him and he'd chase her. She loves to get chased!

"I've a lil bunny, whose ears are soft as silk, eyes round as saucers and m'bunny loves to get chased but she only twitches her nose. I can tell she's happy as twitchey-twitch she goes." He sing-song his one of the favourite poem for her with a grin pretending to be afooled by her hiding skills and startles her by pulling her to himself from behind the tree. She squeals with all her might thrashing playfully in his grasp.

They had the most fun Y/N thinks but at the moment under blankets with Harry's arm looped round her waist and face smushed in the crook of her neck, she's feeling suffocated. Her ribs cackles in her flesh, She caught a nasty cold.

Sweaty. Her toes curling as she felt her heart doing a dopey-doop.

Quietly she slids from under his hold tip-toeing downstairs and till then her lips went blue, her throat scratchy and lungs feeling clogged. Her chest heaves and perspiration beads at her forehead reaching for the faucet, trying to multi-task with her shivering hands.

Harry wakes up anxiously when he doesn't feel the fuzz of his bunny and the slow thump of her heartbeat against his ear that croons him to slight unconscious even though vampires couldn't sleep (when they do they're either teleporting to their pasts or their fantasies).

Upon hearing her heartbeat drop to zilch and a glass shattering with a loud echo he dashes down the stairs.

"Y/N!!" His voice dripping with panic as his eyes fall over his bunny hunched on her knees fisting the thick warm sweatshirt she's wearing where her heart is, her knuckles out of blood and face splashed with purple as she wheezes out for help, "Ha — " Her words strikes in her airpipes painfully making her fall but it never comes instead she lays like a petal into his arms eyes nearly rolling.

"Baby stay calm, yeh?" His voice trembles as he gets her out of the heated clothing and sits her upright as instructed by her doctor. He rubs her back tilting his chin to inhale a large breath while gazing her square in eyes with a firm grab at her chin — a gesture to make her do the same, "Breath . . . 's okay baby love 'm here." She does but fails and he makes her do it many times squeezing her hand.

"Wh -- where goin — " She manages to spurt out when he quickly stood up, "no where promise jus' bringin' ye'r inhaler be a mo'." He tumbles upstairs and in their room rummaging through the drawers, his frustration bubbles and spills through the pot when he couldn't spot it. He hits the leg of night stand cursing loudly.

"Fuck you." His pink chubby lip wobbles as he wipes his tears away with the sleeve of his pyjamas sighing out of relief when he finally found it.

Doesn't even take a second before helping her inhale it and massages the knots over spine with sweet nothings in her ear.

"Feeling okay? Should I call — " She cuts his concerned inquiry with a gentle squeeze to his shoulder nodding, "good . . good." He holds back his tears for her. Tremulous to bring her closer to him palming up and down her thighs to soothe her down.

Without a word she turns around wounding her forearms around the nape of his neck taking a pacifying breather of his heavenly scent and it for the very first time brings fat sad tears in her eyes, silent ones not to worry him.

"'M sorry for always making you panicky, it has become s' normal 'cos I don't listen to you." His eyes bolt shut and he gives out a pathetic gruffly sob tightening his arms around her waist. She apologises every time it happens to her and it breaks Harry's heart into tiny million pieces.

He still remembers their first date. He won a floffy, snowy stuffie bunny for her and she was such a clapping mess bringing him down swiftly to smother him in kisses but the next moment passed out against his chest. He felt lost at that time and he still does. With her eyes shut to the world he always feels this way.

They also have polaroids of their first date in the hospital with her in a white gown and a beeping machine in the background, she had the largest grins and he had the saddest pout.

"Look at meh buns, ye don't 'ave to, yeah?" He cups her cheeks gazing into her soul deeply, wish he could read what goes in her mind, "I love ye' s'much. I love y'in yer sickness 'n in yer heartiest moment, I love you even when we fight and when ye're not your best self . . . 'S not gonna change, nothin' would change me 'n you baby." She wipes his tears with delicate touch and even though she's unable to speak her love for him shines in the glossiness of her eyes.

"Wanna take some fresh air?" He asks. firmly sliding his arms under her knees and other under her shoulders to carry her when she nods, "you feel cold." She whispers and he quickly fetches her a snuggly blanket muttering guilty-ly.

"Sorry." She giggles giving him an eskimo kiss and pinches his cheek.

"You're the only vampire i love." He kisses her neck softly to convey his thanks and melts into her arms when she yawns, "I love you."

"I love you too, bunny."

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