#the fact that he's gone from 'not my business' and turning a blind eye to all the suffering around him
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I wrote today's @monthly-challenge fic as a kind of follow up to this prompt I wrote for a couple months ago for @auroramagpie. I just couldn't really get the world and the idea behind it out of my head, so I thought I'd write some more! Today's prompt from Spring Fling was garden, for context
The Dume Library was unusual for a lot of reasons. The foremost being its librarian— a blind man who was rumored to be an ex-musketeer, one of the more famous ones. It was said he’d worked alongside Hera Syndulla, who was one of the best, if not the best herself.
When asked about it, the librarian rarely gave a straight answer. Usually, he just laughed it off or made some joke, and gently turned the conversation to a different subject. So no one could be quite sure what the truth was.
(well. There was one person, but she was different. She had lived it.)
One of the other things that made the Dume Library unusual was the fact it had a garden. It was fairly large, starting at the front right side of the entrance, and curving around in a wide sweep of flower beds and vegetable patches, bracketed in the back by rose bushes, made its way to the far end of the property, where it took up a large chunk of the back yard area.
The back door of the library led out into it by a path that wound past a fountain and a bench looking out across the property, to the beds in the back. It was this path that Hera took now, down to where the figure of the librarian was hard at work.
She’d only been in this garden a few times since Kanan had finished work on it— though with a garden, one could rarely ever be truly finished— and Hera paused to admire it. It was something of a motley patchwork of beautiful flowers, glowing with colors and beauty and sweet smells, and of carrots and onions and potatoes, looking comfortably sturdy and inelegant next to the peonies nearby.
It was a strange sight, but one that was completely on brand for Kanan, and Hera couldn’t help but smile at the sight. At the memory it brought her.
“When we retire,” Kanan said thoughtfully, studying the elegantly trimmed rose bushes around them, “we should have a garden like this.”
Hera snorted in her champagne glass. “Like this?” she said, gesturing at the topiaries trimmed in strange shapes, the grass trimmed to just the right length. “Seems a little… fancy for you, dear.”
“I can be fancy,” Kanan scoffed. “But no, not exactly like this. I was thinking about the roses. They’re nice, right? And there’s a patch of lavender over there that smells amazing.”
Letting out a thoughtful noise as she scanned the crowd of the party they were at, Hera remarked, “I never took you for a gardener.”
“I’m full of surprises. Besides, nothing wrong with some good hard work. It’ll keep us busy once we retire. Assuming you ever plan to retire, that is.”
Hera rolled her eyes. “Sure, when the bad guys decide to retire.”
Kanan didn’t laugh, like she’d hoped. Instead, his face was serious as he said, “You know, the world’s never going to run out of problems for you to fix. But it is going to run out of time. You’ve got to decide what’s most important.”
Pushing down a swell of shock, Hera kept her face calm as she said, “You’re serious tonight, aren’t you?”
His smile came back. “I’m always serious about you.” Setting his glass on a nearby stone statue, he held a hand out to her. “Dance with me?”
They hadn’t danced then. Hera had spotted their target who’d been at the party when they were two steps away from the dance floor. And then there had been a chase and a duel that Kanan had joked was just as good as a dance, and another criminal was brought to justice.
Those days were long gone for Kanan. But the garden was here. And Hera could smell the roses as she approached Kanan, who was kneeling next to one of the flowerbeds, carefully pulling weeds.
“Hard at work, I see,” she said, and his head went up at the sound of her voice.
“I wasn’t expecting you today,” he said as Hera knelt next to him. She saw a smile tilt up the corner of his mouth, a smile that always sent a flutter through her chest, and made her want to smile back. “I’m glad I was wrong, though. How did the Pryce thing go down?”
“We got Sato’s son back,” Hera said. “And Pryce was taken into custody. Thank you for your help— we couldn’t have done it without you.”
Tugging up a weed and tossing it onto a pile to the side, Kanan said, “My pleasure, as always. How’s your new partner doing?”
There was no sorrow, no bitterness in the question. But Hera still felt a twinge of remorse tugging at her chest. “She’s… doing well,” she said. “Eager to fight, but she’s learning not to charge headfirst into things.”
“It’s a good thing she has you. You and I had to learn that lesson the hard way.”
Hera snorted. “With the amount she listens to me, she’ll be learning things the hard way, too. She’s more stubborn than either of us were.”
“Even you?” Kanan ducked as Hera swatted at him, grinning. “Alright, I got it. Well, you’ve put up with a partner far more frustrating than she is— you’ve got this. I know you do.”
“Thank you,” Hera said. She sat for a moment, watching Kanan weed around a bed of nasturtiums, somehow miraculously avoiding the flowers and only pulling up the weeds. Finally, she said softly, “I miss you.”
He paused, just for a heartbeat. Turning to face her, he quietly offered her his hand, and she took it. His fingers were smeared with dirt, but gentle as he squeezed her hand. “I miss you, too,” he told her, and Hera had to swallow back a lump in her throat.
She’d never wanted to leave her partner behind. And not just because he was the best with a rapier she’d ever met, or because his plans were crazy, but they worked. He could always pick up on what she was thinking, and fighting side by side with Kanan was almost easy. It was like a dance they both intimately knew the steps to, and they were far better together than apart.
But then, they’d gone after a mad man. They’d had backup, which they’d sorely needed. But in the end, she and Kanan had been separated. And the mad man had blinded Kanan and ran.
Things had been hard for a while after that. It had taken a long time for Kanan to heal, both physically and mentally. Hera had been by his side every step of the way, even as it became clear that his time as a musketeer was over, far too early.
She had, briefly, thought about retiring. About stepping away and staying with him as he figured out what his life would look like next. And eventually, Hera had brought it up to him.
He’d laughed. “Hera,” he’d told her, “not a chance. You have the ability to keep helping people, and I’m not going to ask you to step away from that. Not yet, anyways. Just don’t forget me.”
“I could never,” she’d told him fiercely.
And she hadn’t, even as their lives grew and changed without the other fully in it. He’d found a way to keep helping, and Hera had come to see him whenever she could. Things were different, though, and she hated that. Hated being without him.
“How long can you stay?” Kanan asked, as if he’d heard her thoughts. Sometimes, Hera really did wonder if he could.
“At least through the night,” she replied. “Sabine’s visiting her family, so I’m all yours.”
“Good.” Rising to his feet, Kanan helped her up, not letting go of her hand. “Come on. You can help me with dinner, as long as you stay pretty far away from the stove.”
Hera laughed, and for a minute it was like nothing had changed. She held onto that feeling as they headed into the library together, and felt a little peace settle in her heart. She was with her partner, even if it wasn’t forever. It could be enough for now.
#springfling2024#star wars rebels#swr#kanan jarrus#hera syndulla#kanera#kanera musketeers au#writing stories is a kind of magic too
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Ñíbrahge.
Hm?
Ñíbrahge. Means water that’s flat. It’s Otoe.
Yeah, Nebraska. Like I said.
Ñíbrahge.
chaske spencer as eli whipp // The English (2022) 1.05 “The Buffalo Gun”
#the english#chaske spencer#eli whipp#this WHOOOOOOOLE SCENE LIKE IM NOT KIDDING.... the entire conversation leading up to + including the buffalo gun scene#some of the best cinema of the year. of a long time. it's bonkers#the tension the triumph the horror the release the catharsis#the HARMONICA on the soundtrack even as that guy falls off his horse. the gun jousting#the use of spacial and sonic geography#the cinnamontographies#ELI SCREAMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#I'll literally never get over it#he's magnificent#roaring out with his whole body so hard he rises up out of the saddle!!!!!!!!!!!!#the fact that he's gone from 'not my business' and turning a blind eye to all the suffering around him#and his whole arc takes him to talk with different other Native characters and their stance on everything. Charlie White. the homesteaders#Kills on Water and now Touching Ground#through them he sees that just as they see all the white people as The English because they'll always ally with each other#he needs to ally himself to his past if he's gonna have any chance of survival#and of being true to himself as a deeply honourable man!!!#so he goes from literally keeping quiet ('Learnt not to [talk]' 'See why we don't talk much')#to literally h o w l i n g his rage out across the plains#we've never seen him like this before and it's important that it comes right after the conversation about residential schools#im the one yellin
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Sweet Morning Light
Summary: Watching you sleep has Ari hungry for more. Which means it's time for breakfast. And it looks like you're on the menu... Inspired by the song Morning Light, by Justin Timberlake ft. Alicia Keys.
Warnings: Ari Being A Menace, Smut, Oral Sex (fem rec), Spanking (mentioned & implied), Bondage (mentioned), Punishments (mentioned), Light D/s themes, Brief Discussions of Body Image, Implied Disordered Eating, Pet Names, Clothed Male Nude Female (CMNF), Playing with Food, Cursing, Minors DNI
A/N: Special thanks to @curls-and-eyeliner for being amazing and helping me brainstorm. I'd also like to dedicate this story to my other darling friend, @writer84. This story will more than likely take place in my Sweet Renegades Series. Not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated. Thanks for reading!
Warm rays of early morning sunlight seep in through the cracks of the blinds, signaling the arrival of a new day. You barely stir, content to remain sleeping. But the same can’t be said for the man lying in bed next to you.
In fact, Ari’s been awake for hours. But for some reason, he just can’t seem to get himself to move. And he has the sneaking suspicion that it’s all your fault.
Because it doesn’t make any sense for him to still be in bed right now. Laying here with you. Like this. He’s got leads to chase. A man to catch. Followed by a few loose ends to tie up so that he could busy himself with packing his things and then move on to the next town.
See, Ari Levinson had never been the type of man to stay in one place for too long. He’d lived the life of a nomad for a long time – ever since he was a child. Perhaps there had been a time when he’d longed for the kind of stability that could come from having a house complete with a white-picket-fence and two functioning parents.
But that dream had died long ago, right around the same time as his childhood.
Now the thought of ever planting down roots somewhere always seemed to make him feel antsy as hell. Instead he preferred to move from place to place. He relished the freedom that came with the lifestyle he’d chosen for himself.
So why fuck the did the thought of packing up and leaving everything in this podunk town in his rearview mirror have his stomach twisted in knots?
Because it would mean leaving you behind. His sweet Bird.
Growling low in his throat, he reaches out to brush a stray curl away from your face. And although he’s careful not to wake you, his heart does stutter a beat when you lean into his touch.
Somehow he’d managed to defy the odds and convince you that he was worthy of being allowed into your bed – a fact that he didn’t take lightly. However, the one thing he hadn’t counted on being bombarded with this strange sense of desire.
He wanted to keep you.
Ari Levinson didn’t do relationships. Granted, he’d been roped into trying once or twice. And even though he was plenty interested each time, they’d proven much too involved for his taste. Too emotional. Too messy.
He knew he had no business entertaining the feelings you were responsible for stirring within him. If anything, it was simply proof that you were dangerous. And that if he was smart – which he was, in more ways than most people usually gave him credit for – he’d wake you up to help you collect your things and see you out the front door.
Once you were gone, he’d work on breaking this damn spell you’d cast. Starting with a cold shower, followed by –
Ari’s increasingly masochistic thoughts are interrupted by the sweet sound of your breathy little sigh as you go to shift, turning over in bed next to him. Of their own volition, his eyes stray to your breasts, his mouth watering at the sight of your pouting nipples peeking out from beneath his sheets.
Quite honestly, he didn’t think it was fair of you to taunt him like this. Fucking temptress. Putting those ripe, sweet berries on display in such a way – practically begging him to taste.
Careful not to jostle you too much, Ari gently eases himself out of bed. It takes him a second to find his boxers – the same pair he’d hastily stripped off last night – before he quietly ambles out of the room in the direction of his kitchen.
He needed a few minutes to collect himself, preferably away from you and all of those delectable curves of yours. Rounding the corner, he reaches down to the front of his boxers to adjust his half-hard cock.
Last night had been nothing short of amazing. The way you’d given yourself to him…your submission to his gentle dominance had been the most magnificent gift. He cherished every second of your surrender. His now painfully hard cock twitches as he recalls the way you’d come undone in his arms, how you’d screamed his name, urging him to take what was so freely given.
It was as if you’d driven Ari to the brink of madness. He’d wanted nothing more than to take you. Possess you. Tame you. Keep you. And then the way you’d begged him to keep going. Demanded it even. He’d had no choice but to obey.
“Harder. Faster. Deeper. Baby, please don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
You’d been so good for him, taking everything he’d had to offer. His gorgeous, greedy girl. The image of you shamelessly riding his cock like you owned it, your luscious tits bouncing with every measured stroke, was permanently seared into his brain. Not that he was complaining any.
Even now, the memories alone had him ready to cum at the slightest touch. One wrong move and he’d go off like a geyser. But apparently, the wheels in his one-track mind weren’t done turning just yet.
Your tight little pussy had gripped him like a fucking vice. Eagerly milking him for all he was worth. Almost as if your body had been made for him.
Ari groans aloud, tipping his head back as he yanks open the door to the freezer. While it wasn’t necessarily a cold shower he figured it was better than nothing. As he wills the chilled air towards his now aching dick, he finds himself assaulted by more images from the night before.
Ari knew he was a goner from the moment you’d allowed him between those deliciously thick thighs. You’d been shy in the beginning, unwilling to part your knees and reveal a glimpse of your glistening little cunt.
“Are you wet for me, Duchess? Is that what you don’t want me to see?” He’d purred, his big hands coming to rest on either side of your bent legs. “I think it’s awfully mean of you to keep all that sweet honey to yourself.”
The way you’d shivered at his words. Almost as if you finally realized that you were well and truly trapped. Left alone to fend for yourself as you faced down a predator – a real-live Beast whose every intention was to devour you.
And make you fucking love it.
“I don’t think…” You began, wanting to break the news gently that you weren’t the type of girl who could cum from oral sex. “Y–you don’t have to, Ari. In fact, I’d much rather touch you.”
You sensed that you fucked up when Ari snarled in response, the harsh sound rumbling deep in his chest, sending a fresh wave of heat straight to your already drenched core.
“Didn’t ask you that, baby.” In the blink of an eye he’d shifted your positions so that he could loom over you, so close that your noses were practically touching. “Could’ve sworn I made it clear who was gonna be in charge from the moment we walked through my front door. And it wasn’t you.”
“But I–” You stammered, suddenly remembering just what you had agreed to when he’d all but cornered you at your shop earlier that day. Well, to be fair, he hadn’t exactly asked you anything. He’d told you how it was gonna go down. Because you apparently were in need of a keeper.
And lucky for you, he was just the man for the job.
“Sweetheart,” Ari crooned, dropping his voice another octave. “You agreed to let me run the show. You gave me your consent. And I know that means something to you, doesn’t it?”
Unable to speak, you’d simply nodded.
“Then lie the fuck back and spread those pretty thighs like a good girl. Because your man is fucking hungry.”
“But…you didn’t say please.” You’d murmured, your own sass taking you by surprise.
“Please, Bird.” He’d grunted, his tone making it known that he didn’t take too kindly to how were testing his patience. “Before I decide I’m better off taking you over my knee.”
That has you complying faster than you’d thought possible. Reading about the heroine receiving a sound spanking in a romance novel was one thing. But receiving one at the hands of a man like Ari Levinson was something altogether different. Which meant you needed to tread lightly.
Otherwise you just might drown.
“There we go.” He’d hummed the moment you finally gave-in. “Can’t believe you thought about keeping my pussy from me. Would’ve been a damn shame.” Ari’s hands then moved to the backs of your thighs, splaying them even farther apart until they were resting comfortably on his broad shoulders. “Now tell me. Doesn’t it feel good to obey your man? How does it feel to be my good girl?”
Unable to help yourself, you’d all but preened at his praise. Momentarily forgetting your earlier worries. You knew for a certainty that you’d never been this turned on in your life.
“Now, ask me to eat this sweet pussy. And no sass unless you wanna have a hard time sitting down.”
“Fuck!” Ari hisses, slamming the freezer door so hard it rocks the entire fridge. Still cursing under his breath, he goes about gathering all the things to make his favorite breakfast. Something he only made when he found himself in need of a little comfort.
Cinnamon French Toast with caramelized apples and fresh strawberries, along with a side of hickory smoked bacon. He’d never made it for anyone except for a buddy of his he’d lost on a job a few years back.
And it had certainly never crossed his mind to whip it up for any of the other women he’d allowed in his bed. Ari would never even consider sharing something so precious with some random, nameless fuck.
Snagging a cast iron skillet from a nearby cabinet, he carefully lays down multiple strips of meat, positioning them just so. He’d purchased it the other day from a local butchery in town run by good ol’ Mr. Irving. By all appearances, he seemed to be one of the only people in the little community that had any damn sense.
Well, him and the woman who was currently all tangled in his sheets. On her side of the bed. Blissfully sleeping the day away like she belonged there.
Fine by him.
Ari scrubs a hand over his heart, confused by the sudden ache in his chest. You had him worked up something fierce, and he meant to do something about it. He just didn’t know what that might be at the moment.
So, he was going to cook you some breakfast. And if you knew what was good for you, you’d eat it all too. None of that grazing shit you seemed to do whenever he was around. As long as you were in his life and in his bed he was going to take care of you.
Because you needed a keeper. And he’d be damned before he let another man fill his fucking position.
Ari keeps moving, trying to busy himself with the task at hand as he tries to piece together the puzzle of what made you so goddamned special. If he was being honest, he was beginning to feel like a victim of his own making.
He should be pouring you some coffee into a to-go cup and pushing you out the door. But oh no. Unfortunately for him, he keeps finding himself unable to do the right thing.
So, instead he was currently dipping bread into a mix of eggs, cinnamon, vanilla, and brown sugar. Christ, he’d nearly forgotten to add the freaking nutmeg! Then everything would’ve been ruined, and it would’ve been your fault, little Bird.
There was a time when Ari was convinced that his Mama’s French Toast was the sweetest, most exquisite thing he’d ever put in his mouth. That is, until he’d gotten a taste of you. At that moment, he found himself quietly wishing she was still alive so that he could talk with her about all of this.
Talk to her about you and what he ought to do with his stubborn little Bird.
Heaving a dramatic sigh, Ari quickly flips the toast in the skillet before checking on the bacon. He had the apples simmering in another pan, but he could tell it was about time to add the heavy whipping cream to the dish. He hadn’t bothered peeling them in hopes of preserving the bit of sweetness found in the skin.
With practiced ease he works diligently to make sure everything comes out perfect. Because you deserved the very best, and he aimed to give it to you.
One bite at a time.
As he continues cooking he allows his thoughts to wander free of judgment. He wonders what it would be like to do this every weekend, maybe on a Sunday. Wake you up with breakfast in bed, then spend a few hours lazily taking you apart, loving all over every delectable inch of you.
He could see himself getting lost in your body, tracing the patterns of the hidden tattoos that adorned your skin. That unexpected treat had thrown Ari for a bit of a loop. Because it meant you had secrets.
If he stuck around a while longer what else would he possibly uncover? Shit. There he went again with one of those crazy ideas.
Little witch. You had absolutely no business beguiling him like this. And as soon as he could think straight the two of you would be having words, damn it.
Ari flips the last piece of toast, making special note of the decadent crust that had formed along the surface. Quite frankly, this might very well be the best batch he’d ever made.
His Ma would be so proud. And he reckoned that she’d be even prouder because of the woman he’d chosen to share it with.
One of his big hands goes to his chest again, rubbing gently. That damned ache was back. All because he’d brought a girl home that had him thinking about his Mama. Swear to Christ this wasn’t fair.
An increasingly grumpy Ari takes his time plating the food. After taking a moment to think, he decides that piling everything on one plate is the best option. You two were going to share this meal whether you liked it or not.
If he didn’t have a choice in the matter then neither did you. Those were the rules, take ‘em or leave ‘em. But also, please don’t leave. Not yet. Fuck, he was screwed!
With a scowl firmly set in place, he sets the plate on the dining room table. And then he retrieves the bowl of freshly cut strawberries from their place in the fridge, along with some orange juice. And for himself, a steaming hot cup of tea. Once everything is settled the way he likes, he turns on his heel and makes his way back to his bedroom.
Back to you – his Bird. And if you knew what was good for you, then you better not be thinking about flying the coop. Not after everything you’ve put him through for the last several hours. Ari Levinson wasn’t good with all of this emotional turmoil bullshit.
When he finds you once again, he’s relieved to see that you’re still sleeping. Although you’ve since rolled onto your stomach, gifting him with an amazing view of your tempting ass.
If you were his, he had no doubt that your sweet ass would be wearing his handprint almost every day. His woman was a terror. And if left alone to your own devices then you were just bound to run amok.
Ari is in the middle of debating the best way to wake you when you start to stir all on your own. Panicking for reasons he’s not fully ready to acknowledge, he hurriedly kicks your clothes from last night into his closet. And then he hastily shuts the door. He almost trips when the strap of your bra gets tangled around his foot, although he manages to recover nicely.
Just in time for you to sit up and take notice of your surroundings.
“Good morning.” You whisper, scrubbing a hand over your eyes. You hadn’t meant to sleep this long. Why the fuck hadn’t any of your alarms gone off? Still groggy, you frantically begin searching for your phone.
You knew you had it when you’d shown up here last night to put this overgrown beast of a man in his place. So where the fuck could it have gone?
“I have your phone, baby.” Ari chuckles, pointing in the direction of the adjoining bathroom. “It’s charging and everything.”
“But what happened to all my alarms?” You mutter, running a hand through your messy curls. You were afraid to look in a mirror right now, even though you were pretty positive that you needed one stat.
“I turned ‘em off.” All he offers is a less than apologetic shrug for his trouble. “All seven of them. Seems a little excessive by the way.”
“I’m a heavy sleeper.”
Fuck, you really needed to get out of here. You hadn’t meant to sleep this late. Granted, no one was expecting you at the shop today. But still, you had a schedule to keep.
“I noticed. Which is why I wanted you to get some rest, beautiful girl.”
So that I could look at you in the morning light. Stroke my fingers through your hair. Drink in the sight of each sweet, sleepy smile as you lay next to me without worrying about what today might bring.
He wants to say all of those things to you and more. But his mouth doesn’t seem to want to cooperate.
“But the shop –”
“Is just fine. The sheriff would’ve called me otherwise.” Ari assures you before taking a seat next to you on the edge of the bed. “I think this town can survive without you for one day, sweetheart.”
“People will talk.” You tell him, a hint of concern etched in your voice. This man deserved to know that he was opening himself up to some serious gossip – and it had the potential to make things harder.
As if waking up naked in his bed hadn’t already complicated things enough. You were in no mood to be painted as the town whore. At any rate, you much preferred the title of the town bitch. Even though it wasn't the least bit true, you felt it suited you much better.
“Well, as long as they talk about minding their own damn business then why the fuck should we care?” His brilliant blue eyes are sparkling with mischief. “No one likes a busybody, least of all me.”
“Me either.” You agree, giving him a shy smile. “But I really should get going. Have you seen my–? Do you remember where I left my clothes?” You scan the room, confused over the fact that they’re not on his bedroom floor where you expected them to be.
“Eh…I’m sure they’re around here somewhere.” Ari mutters, refusing to meet your gaze for some unknown reason. “How about I help you search for ‘em after breakfast, hm?” With that, he swoops you up into his arms complete with the sheets, before lumbering off towards the kitchen.
“Ari!” You squeal in shocked surprise. “You can’t just – argh! Put me down right this minute or else I’ll…I’ll…” You trail off as you try and fail to drum up an adequate threat. “Damn it!”
“You won’t do shit, Duchess. You’re still in my house. Which means the rules from last night still apply.” Your arrogant companion takes a seat at the table. And then he lightly bounces you on his lap, forcing you to wiggle your bottom against his muscled thighs as you work to get comfy.
It was almost impossible to miss the hard ridge of his erection pressing against your ass through the thin material of the bed linens. It was the same thick cock that had been inside you last night, making you see stars as Ari played your body like his favorite fucking instrument.
“They most certainly do not.” Comes your defiant huff even as you feel your cheeks heat. “At least let me have my clothes, Ari. In case you’ve forgotten I’m naked. And you’re clearly not. Doesn’t seem very fair.” You snuggle into the warmth of his solid chest, innocently batting your lashes up at him.
“Pretty sure last time I checked you didn’t need clothes to eat.” Grinning, he holds a strawberry to your lips, willing you to take a bite. Which you do, of course – albeit rather begrudgingly.
“You’re a beast.” You pout when you’re finished chewing, hating the way your stomach growls at the sight of all the delicious breakfast he’s set out. One he’d made himself. For you.
“And proud of it.”
Ari offers you another bite of fruit, which you accept. But you surprise him this time by gently nipping at his fingers. Feeling brave, you pick up a sticky piece of apple and feed it between those sinful lips of his.
Smiling, he eagerly licks your fingers clean before picking up a knife and fork to cut you a piece of french toast. You let out a soft, strangled moan as the flavors burst on your tongue. It was seriously amazing – crispy on the outside, light and fluffy on the inside.
“You like it, little Bird?” Ari hums as he lazily feeds you a piece of bacon next.
If he was being honest, he could spend every day like this. Just lounging around the house, taking turns feeding each other breakfast. Shutting out the rest of the world until the only thing that mattered was where you began and he ended.
Oh my God, Ari!” You chirp before stealing the fork from his grasp to feed him a piece of toast. “This is like restaurant quality. Where did you learn how to make this?”
More often than not, you found yourself feeling genuinely curious about this gorgeous man. Even when your mind told you it probably wasn’t a good idea. Which honestly sucked.
Especially since your brain was usually right.
“Here and there.” Comes his smooth retort. “When, uh – when you’ve been around like I have, you tend to learn a thing or two. Have another bite, baby.”
You shake your head “no” when he tries to get you to take another bite of french toast. It was yummy, sure. But you’d probably be better off just sticking to the fruit from this point on. Which is what you try to tell Ari, only for you to be shot down in a spectacular fashion.
“Honestly, Bird, what kind of man would I be if I didn’t care for my woman and all these delectable curves she’s seen fit to bless me with?” He scoffs, biting into a particularly juicy strawberry. His eyes lock with yours as he nudges the edge of the sheet down, exposing your bare breasts to his hungry gaze.
Using the still dripping berry, he traces it along the curve of your nipple – intimately painting your flesh with its juices. And then he leans down to suck the waiting temptation into his mouth. He hums in satisfiction when you arch your back, allowing him better access as he continues to suckle.
Your man didn’t want to miss a single drop of sweetness.
When he finally pulls away you can scarcely breathe. But it’s what comes next that has the empty walls of your pussy fluttering with need.
“Best damn strawberry I’ve ever eaten.” Ari’s voice deepens with lust as he takes in the sight of your labored breathing, your pupils dilating with desire. “In fact it was so good, I think I’m gonna have another.” If the wolfish grin he’s sporting is any indication, he’s not expecting you to disagree.
Not that you were planning to anyway. You were cautious, yes. But you weren't dead.
“Okay.” You rasp, whimpering softly when Ari sucks on your bottom lip. Playfully tugging it into his hungry mouth before releasing you with a soft pop.
This time he drags the weeping fruit along the column of your throat, past the valley between your breasts, only to stop when he encounters the sheet once more.
“Uh oh. Seems like we’ve run into a little problem. Haven’t we Bird?” He teases, setting down the berry to feed you a stray piece of bacon. Unsure of where Ari’s going with this, you cautiously accept, chewing thoughtfully until he’s ready to continue. “But I suppose the real question is, what exactly are you willing to do about it?”
Beautiful chaos dances behind his wild blue eyes as he stares back at you in challenge. Goosebumps raise up on your skin as the room comes alive with electricity.
You briefly hesitate before responding. “What do you mean, Ari?” Selfishly, part of you wished he would just make the decision for you. It wouldn’t take much. All you had to do was grab his hand and place it on your throbbing little pussy.
“It means, are you going to be a good girl and lose the sheet so I can finish my meal? Or…” Ari trails off, helping himself to another bite of toast. Realizing that you were probably better off picking your battles with this man, you go ahead and allow him to feed you as well.
“Or…or what?”
“Or…am I going to have to tie you to my bed while I cook up every last bit of food I have stashed in my kitchen until I manage to make something you’ll actually eat that isn’t a goddamned salad?”
Stunned into silence you sit there. Perhaps he was joking. Although, the imperious quirk of his brow lets you know that he isn’t. And while he was kind enough to give you a choice, it also didn’t mean he was gonna grant you all the time in the world to make it either.
“I’m waiting, baby.” Ari growls, his tongue tracing its way along the shell of your ear. “What’s it gonna be, hm? Breakfast?” One big hand goes to rest on your thigh, giving it an enticing squeeze. “Or a little Bondage?”
“Uhh…” It was too damn early for you to be making these kinds of decisions!
“The clock is ticking, pretty girl.” His mocking words are accompanied by a sharp graze of teeth along your jawline. “Tick tock. Tick tock.”
Fine. If he wanted to play games then you could too.
Squaring your shoulders, you rise from his lap before giving him your back. And then you let the sheets fall, pooling in a messy heap on the floor at your feet. But you don’t care about that. You’re too busy enjoying Ari’s sudden intake of breath as he gets a good look at your body in the morning light.
Smug bastard. You know he probably expected you to pick option two. And while he probably wouldn’t have tied you up, he definitely would’ve used it as an excuse to lure you back into his bed again.
And you would have fallen for it. Because you were weak when it came to this man. You had virtually no defenses when it came to handling Mr. Ari “Beast” Levinson.
“There’s a brave girl.” Ari croons when you finally deign to glance at him over your shoulder. “I’ve gotta tell you, I can’t wait to learn the meaning behind each and every single one of those stunning tattoos.”
A little presumptuous, don’t you think?
You get ready to fire off a retort, only for him to cut you off at the quick. “Please, sweetheart. Let’s save that sass until after breakfast, alright? Can’t have you fucking up my appetite. Now come here.” Ari orders, crooking an expectant finger at you.
Biting your lip, you bridge the few feet of distance between you as you battle back the urge to blush. Or even worse, turn tail and run away to hide in the bedroom. You allow him to look his fill, feeling emboldened by his unabashed perusal of your nude form.
A little voice in your head tells you that this man likes what he sees, stretch marks and all. And for once, you decide to let it ride.
“Fucking amazing decision if there ever was one." He mutters after a moment before rising so that he can pick you up and deposit you on the kitchen table. Thankfully it’s a gentle landing, but only because he thought far enough ahead to move the dishes first.
"This body was made to be worshiped.”
“But–but I thought…oh!”
“You thought wrong.” He grunts, pushing your thighs apart as his lidded eyes focus on your drenched core. And while you’re forced backwards onto your elbows, you don’t bother trying to close your legs. “So, why don’t you hush and let me finish my breakfast?” His wicked pink tongue darts out to wet his lips.
Ari then helps himself to another strawberry, this time swirling the now-sticky fruit around your sensitive clit. He takes his time, making sure it’s thoroughly coated in your juices, before popping it into his mouth.
“Mm.” Comes another one of his pleasure-fueled groans. “I don’t think I’m ever gonna be able to eat these the same way again. You’ve ruined me, Bird.”
“I’m not food, Ari!” You whine, your legs beginning to shake even as your man yanks you closer to the surface’s edge. The sound of his mocking laugh making it known that he disagrees wholeheartedly.
“Tell you what, I’ll take you out somewhere for lunch. I promise we’ll find something you like.” Ari winks at you then, before settling back down into his chair – leaving you naked and on full display, right there on his surprisingly sturdy kitchen table. “Assuming we ever figure out what happened to your clothes.”
“Damn it, Beast!”
Ari then buries his face between your thighs, inhaling deeply. You were hands down the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted. And he tells you as much, right before his wide, flat tongue expertly parts your messy folds.
If he had his way, he’d eat you all the time. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
“Settle down, woman. As your man, it’s my job to make sure you work up a proper appetite. You can thank me later. Now, be a doll and pass me that syrup.”
Little did you know, he only accepted payment in the form of orgasms. Note to self, always be sure to read the fine print before getting in bed with a Beast.
END
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⋆ 𖤓 𓂃 ࣪˖ BUT CAN YOU SEE IT TOO? THE WAY THE SKIES ARE TURNING BLUE . . . ft. OSAMU DAZAI
⟢ SYNOPSIS. a dream constantly on repeat…you wake up in the arms of your lover after weeks gone by not spending time with each other, greeted by the serendipity of the blue hour and his content, honey-bathed gaze.
ᡴꪫ a/n. schedule changes have caused me to wake up so early. + i haven’t been able to rest well lately so i dread getting up, but the one i do like is the calmness of deep-blue tone light seeping through the windows. :)
ᡴꪫ info. fem!reader. fluff; a pinch of angst. sleepy mornings. reuniting. poetic, yearning dazai. ﾉ wc. 1.3k+
Lately, the land of fantasies had appealed to you the most. Busy days without a moment of quiet serenity ravaged through your schedule unannounced, and before you knew it, half the month already passed.
The only way time stopped was in your dreams. Places where your life didn’t have to be so chaotic—you could control the fact you didn’t have work on a day; you could control if you wanted the weather to shower the blossoming flowers or have not a single wispy cloud in the sky.
“I have a cheat code to lucid dreaming. I’ll only explain if you promise to take me with you, though.”
Above all, you could assure Dazai Osamu was always by your side. That he did not have to leave for days—weeks on end for missions, risky missions. In dreams, he would never have to gamble his life again. Never would Dazai have to feel the level of heartache he was so familiar with.
However, not one soul could stay in the land of fantasies forever. You were soon forced to open your eyes to the empty space in your bed. Another morning without your lover and another lingering thought of being unknown to what he was going through.
So, you longed for the day you would instead wake up in his arms.
…
You were aware you were in a moment between unconsciousness and awake. Lazily, you shifted positions into a more comfortable one, but instead, you landed in someone’s embrace.
“Osamu.”
It was not framed as a question. Your eyes were closed, but you recognized his touch—the way his hands lovingly cuddled you, slipping under your pajama shirt to warm your back amid the bedroom’s intense air conditioner.
“Good morning, ‘bella,” Dazai said.
Oh, how his drowsiness affected his speech. His voice was noticeably a few notes lower than usual.
He moved his fingers up to your face to move strands of hair away from your features. With that gesture, you slowly opened your eyes.
A good morning indeed. You were not blinded by bright sun rays, but rather coaxed into soft, relaxing blue hues of aurora.
And Dazai’s charming face. He looked like a prince, even just woken up. Your faces both reflected the cerulean light in the room, except his caramel eyes that contrasted against it. You kept his gaze for a few undisturbed moments before he spoke.
“‘Guess beauty-rest is a real thing. You look beautiful.”
You giggled before replying. There was no way—you thought you looked like a mess whenever you got up.
“And you look handsome.” The brunette’s wavy hair was even more disheveled than usual, yet he somehow looked more attractive.
“Only because I’m here with you. I got my beauty rest because of you.”
He gently nudged his pointer finger on your chest to empathize. Meanwhile, a sensation of warmth suddenly flowed through you—a mix of bittersweet joy and affection.
“You were able to sleep?” you whispered.
“Yeah,” Dazai replied and then held up his finger to his mouth, as if he wanted you to keep the fact a secret.
He had been gone for almost a week this time. Who knows how long he hadn’t had the opportunity to sleep?
Dazai shifted, and for a second, you thought he was getting up to leave. In a moment of panic, you tugged down on his shirt to keep him down.
“Wait-”
“‘m going nowhere ‘bella, don’t worry,” Dazai chuckled, amused. He laid your head on his chest, where you were calmed by the soft beats of his heart.
“It’s far too early to, anyway. The sun hasn’t even risen yet.”
You slowly nodded. “What’s the day today?”
“It’s the weekend, darling,” he replied. “Even if not—I’d make sure you’d miss work.”
“I wouldn’t plan on going,” you smiled. How could you miss a precious day with your favorite person?
“How was your week? Any stories for me?”
“Lonely. It was pretty uneventful, too. I just missed you,” you replied. You inched closer to Dazai despite already being pressed onto him, nuzzling your face into his neck.
“How about yours?” you asked as his fingers ran through your hair.
“Don’t worry about that.” He couldn’t see your frown. “Just the typical mission.”
Still, he sensed your unease. He gently kissed your forehead. “I promise I wasn’t in danger. You forget how strong I am sometimes, hm?”
You pulled back so Dazai could see you roll your eyes. “Strong enough to beat all the big bad guys,” you responded, a statement he constantly repeated to jokingly lecture you.
“Exactly!” he winked. “To protect you, of course.”
He held up your hand and clasped it between his, once again making you re-realize the indigo light of the morning.
You turned towards the window whose curtains had been drawn away probably earlier in the foreday. The view was completely uniform in color—the sun had not yet arrived to paint the sky with various shades.
…
“If our love had to be described in a specific hour of the day, I’d say blue hour.”
You turned back to see his eyes on yours, slightly squeezing your hand. You had zoned off for a few minutes in relaxation.
“Why do you say that?”
“Multiple things,” Dazai smiled. “Such as the deep blue stretching across the entire horizon representing the depth of our love. And how the calmness of the hue reminds me of the way you never fail to give me peace when I’m with you,” he responded.
“How poetic,” you teased, but you couldn’t hide how touched you were by his unexpected sentiment.
“I have more.” His blush did not go unnoticed. “This time of the day is rare to catch. Only appearing in dawn and dusk and only lasting minutes—you’d be lucky to come across it. I’ve stumbled across the most gorgeous girl in the world; I’d had to have some luck. She’s more beautiful than the sunrises and sunsets, and I’ve never met anyone like her.”
Dazai lifted you up, and you straddled his waist. He moved his face towards yours until your noses were touching.
“And finally, in this hour, we are in between night and day. The moon is still visible, yet the clouds are too. Helios has still yet to wake, but there is enough light to point out all your divine features.”
He stole a quick kiss on your lips before continuing.
“A dream surpassing the boundaries of night. One that I haven’t woken up from. You remind me of this very moment.
“Do you know why I asked you to take me with you in your dreams?” he asked.
You cusped his face in adoration. Of course, you knew. He seldom slept, and in turn, he hardly experienced life’s gift of reverie.
“I want to be by your side wherever you go. In every universe, in every moment of time. Not a second goes by when I’m apart from you where I’m not reminded of you.”
You’ve had this dream many times before. A longing for Dazai told your mind to conjure him at a peaceful hour of the day, in the warmth of his arms. You’d repeated this scenario so many times that you’d sometimes forget it wasn’t actually real.
However, you were hit with a realization that, for the first time, this was real—Dazai was home; you would not be woken up to an empty side of the bed.
You knew this because, just as you recognized his touch, you felt seeps of rare vulnerability through his kiss. His human emotion of yearning your consciousness couldn’t single-handedly recreate—the warmth of his body and heart as Dazai pulled you close.
You remind me of this very moment, Dazai had told you once. Whether in dream or the present moment before you, there was something extraordinary about your souls. He knew every experience with you.
Dazai found wherever you were among the cosmos. He transcended night and day—space and time, until he would see your face once again.
He did not need to visit the land of fantasies. You were one already real, his solace and love.
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YANDERE KING 👑 (GN READER)
TW: OBSESSION, YANDERE THEMES, INSANITY
a/n: thanks for all the notes everyone! i'll try to write and post more!
Yandere! King who was a good and benevolent ruler and loved by all who encountered him. From his good looks, to his amazing battle prowess, to his diplomatic skills, there was nothing he lacked or wanted for. Instead of squandering the kingdom's resources like his predecessors, he expanded the kingdom and improved the lives of his people.
Yandere! King who journeyed up the Black Mountain by himself to slay the dragon that had been tormenting the kingdom for years! Unfortunately, that came with a severe consequence.
Yandere! King who was cursed with the dragon's dying breath to never know peace until he learns to love. No one knew about that last part but the King and the dragon. They wouldn't understand it. Only an ancient and wise being would be able to look into the noble King and see a cold, empty heart.
Yandere! King who was tormented by whispers and screams only he could hear, corners haunted with bloodied corpses only he could see and nightmares that left him screaming and clawing at his own body.
Yandere! King who was tormented more by the fact that as the curse ate away more and more at his sanity, the chances of him learning to love (what a cruel word that had become) became slimmer and slimmer.
Yandere! King who didn't believe in love. He had married a princess and sired children with her simply because he had to. That's what kings did. She was a good choice: docile, pretty enough to fuck, and smart enough to know when to keep her mouth shut. But the curse had made being around anyone, especially her and her brats, unbearable. Love? What a foolish notion. He would rather die a mad man than let himself be swayed by something so flimsy, so weak.
Yandere! King who wished in the dead of night for something or someone to save him. He didn't want to live like this. He didn't want to die like this. Disembodied voices chased sleep away and the once proud King wept in misery.
Yandere! King who stumbled into you by chance. It was a regular day for you as you went about your business, travelling on the road to sell herbs and potions when you were knocked down by the kings carriage as he passed by. You kicked up a fight with the guards, lashing out at their brusque handling and one of them made a crude comment about you. In your blind rage, you fished a potion from your satchel and threw it.
Yandere! King who came out to see what the commotion was and was suddenly struck with a dark, viscous liquid that clouded his vision and made him stumble back. You were immediately forced to your knees as you stared at the King himself wiped your potion from his face. Your life was definitely over now, you thought miserably.
Yandere! King who finally turned to see his attacker and halted to a stop once your eyes connected.
Yandere! King who looked around frantically, checking and listening for anything, anything, while everyone else watched him with confusion and worry. Had the King finally succumbed to his curse? Or had you worsened it?
Yandere! King who turned to you, shaking and whispered ,"You've cured me. Y-you- the voices- the voices are gone...they're all gone!" He refused to let you leave. He snarled at his guards to release you and begged you to enter his carriage and go to the palace with him.
Yandere! King who announced that his savior had lifted his curse. The people cheered as he dragged escorted you to stand next to him, where his queen should have stood, and kissed you on both cheeks. "From now on, I will dedicate my life to repaying my debt to you."
Yandere! King who threw a feast in celebration and forced you to dance with him all night. He praised your talents and beauty to all who would listen, never giving you the opportunity to slip away from his iron grasp.
Yandere! King who pleaded with you to stay. When you adamantly refused, he stopped pleading and ordered you as your King.
Yandere! King who soon realized that the curse slowly creeped back to him after he was gone from your presence for a few minutes. Instead of filling him with sorrow, the King could only smile widely. Now you had to be with him, to sleep next to him, to stay with him, to love him, until you drew your last breath.
Yandere! King who appointed you as his new concubine. The queen was outraged but he paid her no mind. She was lucky he didn't divorce her, for political reasons, and her opinion never mattered to begin with.
Yandere! King who would burn down the entire kingdom to hunt you down if you escaped from him. So be good and don't kick up a fuss, alright? All you have to do is be a good pet and stay next to him, living luxuriously with the world at your feet.
You're his savior after all.
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NYE (J.T.)
Sooooooo...
@powderblueblood and her 200 Cigarettes prompts.......yes.
Pairing: Jamie Tartt x reader
WARNINGS: fluff, emotions
PROMPTS:
"You need to find someone that likes you the way you are."
"And who would possibly like me the way I am?"
"Those clothes and my clothes would look good on my floor."
"He said what?"
Jamie followed you to the bar at Ola's. The restaurant closed early and is now hosting the Richmond New Year's Eve party. You poured yourself a shot of whiskey and downed it without flinching as you told Jamie about your date.
"He said, and I quote, "You're nice and all, but I could do better," and then I left the party."
"What a complete fucking prick!" Jamie said; you simply shrugged your shoulders as you grabbed a flute of champagne from a server.
"At least he was upfront. Saved us both the trouble." Jamie can see the mask you're putting up; it's not the first time he's seen you do it. Never let them see you hurt your own personal motto. He wants to kill this guy.
"C'mon, forget that dumbass. Come join us at the table; the boys will be happy to see you." You glance over at the tables and see the boys with their respective dates. The passing of intimate kisses and touches makes your heart yearn for something that, at this point, you're not sure you'll ever have. It's too much.
"I'm just gonna be a wet blanket," you say with a shrug, and Jamie can see your eyes become glossy. "I'll text you when I'm home. Happy New Year, Jamie." You give his hand a quick squeeze, and then, before he can say anything, you're gone.
"Where's she going?" Keeley asks, and Jamie turns, his mind still trying to process what happened. The fact that one moment you were standing in front of him looking so fucking pretty, and then you were gone.
"She just left; her date at that party went really bad."
"Shame," Keeley hums as she sips her champagne. "I have a question, though."
"What?"
"Why the fuck are you still here instead of chasing after her?"
"Why would I do that?" Jamie straightens up, putting up his own mask as he tries to pretend that he hasn't been pining for you since returning to Richmond.
"Because even a blind man can see you're desperately in love with her, the poor girl," Roy interjects as he stands beside Keeley. "Question is, when the fuck are you gonna grow a pair and fucking do something about it?"
Jamie stares at them both for a second before he turns and runs full speed out of the restaurant.
You have yet to get far. Your flat is pretty close to the restaurant, so instead of trying to flag down a cab, you opted to enjoy the brisk winter air. The streets were pretty busy, and you tried to keep the tears at bay as you passed happy couples and groups of friends on their way to ring in the new year.
The sound of shoes running on the pavement sent your heart racing, and you reached for your keys as they got closer. You hear someone call your name and turn around, shocked to see Jamie running to catch up with you.
"Jamie, why are you following me?"
"I had to tell you something, and it couldn't wait." His gray eyes look into yours, but he remains silent. You sigh before gently interrupting him.
"Look, I just wanna go home. I'll see you on Tuesday." You turn around, and Jamie is again watching you walk away from him. He can hear Keeley and Roy yelling at him in his head, and he takes a deep breath. He's not going to let this moment pass him by. He can't stomach starting a new year without telling you how he feels.
You hear the footsteps again, and you say a "hey" when you feel Jamie pull you by the arm to look at him.
"You're not the problem."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Not just tonight, but every bloke who's made you feel like you aren't the most amazing person on the planet, they're the problem. Not you." Your jaw has dropped, and you know you're looking at him like a deer in the headlights.
You can't help but scoff. "If I'm not the problem, pray tell me, how do I fix it? Tell me the solution, Jamie."
"You need to find someone that likes you the way you are." You scoff again. You hold Jamie's gaze as you step closer to him. You hope he can't see how ready you are to crying.
"And who would possibly like me the way I am?" Your voice wavers, and Jamie feels his heartbreak at your admission. Your gaze drops to your shoes, and Jamie takes a tentative step forward.
His hand gently lifts your chin, and you wait for him to speak. It isn't until he raises his eyebrows, your mouth drawing into an O, that what he's saying dawns on you.
"You?"
"Yeah, silly girl." He says with a light chuckle. His thumb wipes away an errant tear before he cups your face with his large, warm hands. You reach out for the lapels on his jacket, holding tight as
"But, you're Jamie Tartt. I'm just..."
"Fantastic and kind. You were nice to me even when I was being the worst asshole on the planet. Not to mention that you're absolutely stunning. Pretttiest girl I've ever seen."
"Jamie,"
"I'll be good to you. And even though I'm probably gonna fuck up now and again, I promise it won't ever be intentional. There's more, but I just really wanna fucking kiss you right now."
You blush at Jamie’s words and when you see his gaze dip to your lips. You had wondered many times what kissing Jamie would feel like. You had thought about it at work while chatting with Keeley and Rebecca and kissing unremarkable men. Nothing you had conjured in your head could hold a candle to the real thing.
His full lips are pillowy and soft, and he holds you firm and secure. He moans when your tongue traces the seam of his lips, your hands pulling him in closer to you as onlookers pass by with knowing giggles.
When Jamie finally pulls back for air, his breath catches at the sight of you. Swollen lips and the far-off dreamy look of someone who's been snogged properly, he doesn't know who to thank for the vision in front of him.
"Back to Ola's?"
"My place?"
You both stop after interrupting each other. You both chuckle, but it takes Jamie a second before he realizes what you asked him.
"Your place, you sure?" You give him a cat-like grin, your hands still on his lapels.
"I don't really wanna go back with the boys, do you?" Jamie shakes his head, to hell with the boys. Fuck em. His mouth makes an O shape when you pull him closer by the lapels and lean to whisper in his ear.
"Good, because those clothes and my clothes would look good on my floor." You kiss his nose softly, and Jamie rewards you with a beaming smile. "Then tomorrow, you can buy us breakfast."
Jamie could cry when he hears you say tomorrow. "I'll buy you breakfast every day for the rest of our lives if you'll let me. Now," He takes your hands in his. "I'm gonna do something that I've been wanting to do for too damn long."
"And what's that?" The look Jamie gives you is nothing less than sin incarnate. A hungry predator eyeing up its prey. There's no hiding your gasp when he leans in to whisper in your ear.
"I really hope you don't have plans tomorrow, love, because I plan on making sure your neighbors know exactly who I am. Now, why don't you lead the way?"
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Wicked Felina (The Girl That I Love)
Part 2 - “Peter”
Azriel x Reader/Rhysand’s Sister - Angst
Visions of a past life plague Felina as she recovers from burnout. Rhys seeks answers. Azriel comforts his mate as past-trauma comes crashing down on her. A former lover tracks her down.
Part 1 - El Paso Series Masterlist Part 3 - Vampire
warnings: past trauma, panic attack, references to sex, elements involving death, blood drinking, violence
Forgive me, Peter. My lost fearless leader.
“Quit fidgeting, Y/N.” Mother whispers as she runs a brush through my tangled hair.
Father is in Windhaven this week and I’ve been free to roam the skies as I please, whenever mother turns a blind eye. The arts district is vibrant with life and so often my family carries me out kicking and screaming. Well, aside from my brother who hides his amusement behind a mask of irreverence. He knows I love the rainbow.
Of course, Rhys has been gone on courtly business for weeks and I am dying to see him. My brother, the one person who truly understands me. Well, as much as one’s older brother can understand their sister.
I miss him.
“Sorry, mother.” I sigh. “I’m just excited to see my brother tomorrow on our travels.”
A pause of the brush strokes gliding through my hair shoots worry through me. I grit my teeth, bracing for her next words. “What is it?” I inquire, turning to see Mother’s lovely face downcast before her warm gaze meets mine. “He’s been held up and cannot travel with us tomorrow.”
“Oh.” I sigh. Hurt running through me. It’s not his fault, he’s busy and a far more benevolent leader than our father is a ruler, though he plays the game quite well.
An hour later as I lay in bed my heart races, my thoughts spiraling into the places I do my best to forget. The males of this court always let me down. Oh the perils of being the second born heir, younger than those surrounding me, female, and never taken seriously.
The goddess of timing, once found us beguiling.
A note appears at my bedside.
“Night’s truest bloom, there is no starlight without you. Won’t you cast thy gaze upon my room? Xx, Peter”
I smile at the flirtatious note, biting my lip. “You know I can’t but think of me as you bask in sunlight while mother and I trudge through the Illyrian forests tomorrow. Rhys bailed.”
“I don’t like that you’re traveling alone. Shall I come escort you?”
I blush at the thought of walking arm-in-arm with him. Gods, I’m so totally enamored. How did it end up like this?
“You High Fae, so territorial.” I write back.
“You are partly High Fae yourself, my lady. In fact, I’m pretty sure you offered to kill the last female who got too close for your liking.”
My stomach turns. I would. The female’s a lech.
“Semantics. I’ll see you when I get back. Dream filthy dreams of me.” I press a kiss to the letter and send it off.
“Only the filthiest, my sweet Felina.”
She said she was trying. Peter, was she lying? My ribs get the feeling she did.
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Felina
“Y/N?” A cautious voice stirs me from my dream. I wake to find myself in a very large bed, surrounded by luxurious blankets that likely cost twenty-fold the standard linens I’d become accustomed to - the ornate room around me more spacious than anywhere I could recall resting my head.
My body is sore, lethargic. I stretch my arms and - ouch - stiff as well.
“Take it, easy, okay? Your body was under a lot of stress.” I blink my bleary eyes to see Azriel’s concerned gaze fixed upon me.
My body feels weighed down from exhaustion but my heart, it feels heaviest of all - a feeling I’ve continued to carry since Azriel found me at the Inn. Shouldn’t I be happy to have a piece of my life in place? I have a mate - and from what I can recall, a damn good one as well.
I open my mouth to speak but his eyes go distant, a look I’m familiar with but trying to place.
An urgent knock intrudes upon the silence, a look of irritation crossing Azriel’s features before he mutters an apology to me. “He couldn’t wait for me to speak with you apparently.”
My gut clenches, dread overtaking it as the door opens. In walks a male with a face so familiar that my heart’s pace rushes. My brother, Rhys.
“Y/N.” He chokes out, love and longing written all over his beautiful face. “You’re home.”
The name. Y/N. So familiar and so foreign. I remember it now but Felina brings me comfort. “Felina, please call me Felina.” Pain flickers across his features before giving a subtle nod. “Okay, Felina.”
His eyes sparkle as tears form in his eyes. “How? How are you here? Where have you been?”
I reach a hand to touch his face, the scruff beneath itching my palm, his hand instantly finding it and leaning in. It feels so warm and familiar and yet, I yank my hand away like lightning. “I don’t know.” My breaths quicken. Flashes of centuries of lies and manipulation rush into my head and it’s all too much. I can’t process this. I can’t relive it.
My hands find my torso, wrapping myself tightly, I can’t catch my breath. The hot blur of tears fill my eyes as I screw them shut. “I’m sorry- I- I“ can’t finish the sentence as I heave, trying my best to even out my breathing and failing miserably. The inky feel of power seeps from my skin and I can’t process the male voices speaking beside me. My name; a cold, icy voice giving a command; a broken voice of night giving in to whatever was commanded as heavy footsteps pace away, and then -
Darkness. Warmth. A heartbeat in my ear. A brush of lips against my hair. Azriel.
I stay there, sobbing as the emotions crash into me like the surf to rocky shores. The pain doesn’t alleviate for what feels like an hour, the rhythm of my mate’s chest finally bringing me back to the present.
When my eyes open, Azriel is draped over me, wings cocooning protectively around my body, his heartbeat the steady constant in my ear. “I’ve got you.” He whispers. I give into his warmth and drift off again.
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Said you were gonna grow up, then you were gonna come find me.
Lovers in a field. Brushed hands at balls. Green eyes meeting violet. Shared smiles.
Words from the mouths of babes
Tears cried into a broad shoulder. Whispers of “It’s not fair”, drunken chants of “fuck the cauldron!”, late nights and long dances beside reflections of starlight.
Promises oceans deep
Young lovers questioning eternity, the forces of fate. Letters signed with pen names.
But never to keep
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“Brother, you need to sleep.” Rhysand stressed into Azriel’s mind.
The stubborn bastard had refused to leave Y/N’s side for the days she’d been unconscious. A huge part of Rhys beamed at that. Who was he to question the bonds forged by fate? Was Azriel being his sister’s mate ideal? In a sense, no. As an older brother, he’d always felt protective over her. But Y/N had always gravitated to Azriel, even as a child his shadows could calm her when she was fussy, his patient demeanor had always been a soothing balm to her inquisitive mind. He’d listen carefully as she pondered the great mysteries of life out loud long after the rest of the family had tuned her out.
“I’m fine.” Azriel’s conscious growled in return.
He sure as hell didn’t sound it.
“Let me send darkness to soothe her, just long enough for you to eat and get some sun.”
A pause and then the mirthful reply of “Is it an order?”
Maintaining composure the High Lord replied, “Is it necessary for me to do so?”
Ten minutes later, Azriel appeared at the bottom of the stairs, the light of the foyer emphasizing his hallowed eyes and drained skin. “You look like hell.”
“Thanks.” Azriel muttered.
Rhys knew he sounded like a prick but it was true. “How about you go sun your wings in the garden?”
The energy of the room shifted as Azriel’s eyes rolled, caught between humor and bitterness as he reminded his brother for the fifth time that week of the current circumstances. “Despite your good intentions, you seem to forget that prolonged exposure to the sun is exactly what I do not need.”
“Shit! I am never going to get used to this.” Rhys placed a hand on Azriel’s shoulder. “Fine, sit. Amren brought a fresh blood supply this morning. She says it’s goat from Sevenda’s but she was in a mood, I wouldn’t be surprised if it was the blood of whatever poor souls had the nerve to cross her path on the way here.”
Azriel wanted to grin at the attempted humor but didn’t have it in him. What a strange turn of the tables, Amren no longer the bloodthirsty one.
The males sat in silence, Azriel nursing the goblet of blood Nuala had kindly brought in to him. Soft footsteps padded into the space, a familiar floral scent wafting through the room, as Elain entered.
“Oh.” the middle Archeron sister gasped. “I’m sorry to interrupt.” She gave a wary smile, sad eyes falling on Azriel before flicking back to Rhys.
“Not interrupting, Elain. What do you have there?” Rhys glanced to a piece of paper in her clutched in her grasp. “Oh, it’s nothing,” she spoke too quickly, her pulse fluttering. “Writing secret love letters, Elain?”
She shook her head, glancing to Azriel once again. It grated Rhys to know the recent history, or whatever it was, that transpired between Azriel and Elain. With his sister being thrown into the mix now, he was battling that instinct to protect her at all costs.
Elain blushed a soft shade of pink, nearly matching that of her pastel dress. One hand grasping the delicate wrist of the opposite. “I’ve been writing to Lucien.”
“Ah, and how is dear Little Lucien?” Rhys raised an eyebrow, lip quirking upward.
“He’s fine.” Her words were clipped. “I have to go now. Cerridwen is waiting for me in the gardens. We’re planting a new variant of night-blooming jasmine.” She gave a nod and scurried from the room.
Azriel’s lips remained in a firm line as Rhys nursed the whiskey he’d poured himself.
Months ago, her words would have hurt, sliced like a dagger at Azriel’s own lack of a bond. Now, well, he still felt jaded toward Rhys for the solstice that he essentially banned him from pursuing a relationship with Elain. But- it worked for the best. There was nothing in this world he wanted more than his own mate, his Y/N, his Felina - as she insisted she be called.
Guilt tugged at him, he should be up with her, not downstairs. What if she needed him? What if she woke with a night terror and he wasn’t there?
“She’s fine, brother.” Rhys broke him from his thoughts. “Your shadows will alert you the moment she wakes, and I have darkness soothing her.”
Shaking his head, Azriel rested his face in his own palms as if he’d rub his face hard enough and all concerns would fade away.
Finally, he looked up. “How do you do it, Rhys? How do you stay away when there are so many questions that need answered?”
Sitting his glass down onto a coaster, Rhys leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees. “I know she is in good hands. You brought her back to me. And I know, a mate can help her right now far more than an older brother.”
The thought warmed the icy chill that had settled into Azriel’s bones, he reveled in the moment before replying. “There’s so much we don’t know- So much we need to know.”
“You’re the spymaster, Az, and she’s your mate. I know you need answers. And gods, don’t think for a moment that I don’t want answers too. It takes every ounce of will not to just dive in to see what I can find, but…. It’s her story to tell. And, when I send my darkness to soother her, her shields, there’s something about them that my own darkness recoils from.”
Digesting the words, Azriel took another swig from his goblet. “I need to go back upstairs.”
Rhys only gave a knowing nod.
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Love’s never lost when perspective is earned
Dreams shifted from young love and light to pain and darkness plague my sleep state with visions of bloodshed on pristine snow. Brutal hands of power-hungry males. Sharpened blades. A mother’s scream. Shredded wings falling to the earth.
Lost to the Lost Boys chapter of your life
And then, warm hands and a familiar face. Love and terror in emerald eyes. Strong arms carrying a broken body. Cries of “Please just hold on for me.”
A promise of “Stay right here. I’m getting help.” The back of a lupine creature running toward the distance.
Forgive me, Peter, please know that I tried to hold on.
The effort of holding on is growing too hard. My head slumps as blood trickles from my wingless back. An unheard plea of “Peter!” falls from frozen lips.
Then there is darkness. Void. Impending death.
A cold, pale hand chills my skin. A cruel, beautiful face promises eternity. Unfamiliar arms drag me away and I do not fight.
But the woman who sits by the window has turned out the light.
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Azriel
Azriel had finally settled in beside a sleeping Felina, resisting the urge to take her in his arms and never let go.
His shadows alerted him to the breach in the wards first, shock running through him at the intrusion. Apparating to the entryway, he found Rhys at the front door, baring his teeth at the intruder, waves of night rolling off of him in a way that would send most running.
Icy rage shot through Azriel’s veins at the audacity of the male to show up at their door. The urge first, ask questions later pulling him toward the intruder. His lunged was interrupted by a sharp inhale behind him behind, diverting him from his war path.
His mate had walked down the stairs, her first time out of bed since arriving to the River House. Her slim form trembled, those otherworldly eyes swirling with emotions he couldn’t comprehend.
“Peter.” She whispered through rapid breaths. Azriel ran to her, bracing an arm around her back to steady her uneven footing as she climbed down the grand staircase.
The blonde male fell to his knees, his tears falling ricocheting off the marble floors.
Azriel has no time to ponder the incorrect name she’d used, focusing on her steps, observing the sight before him. He’d only ever seen the male solemn or filled with rage. Never this.
And Felina, there was no fear or hate in her eyes, no wariness, as she took in the male. No, the only emotion he could now read was one his heart wasn’t prepared to face.
So, Azriel watched as his mate’s eyes lined with tears, her slow steps increasing and filling with purpose as she reached the entryway, stepping out of his brace and flinging herself into the arms of the High Lord of the Spring Court.
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Tamlin
Are you still a mind reader? A natural scene stealer?
He didn’t believe it when Lucien wrote to him sending word that Elain mentioned that Y/N was in Velaris. That she was alive. There was no way and getting his hopes up would kill him.
How many nights had he spent plagued by the memories of the day it all came crashing down? The ruination of a beautiful friendship, of a love forged from two kindred souls damned by fate, and the role he played in it.
They were both so jaded at an early age, he and Y/N. And for whatever reason he couldn’t fathom, the princess of night found the youngest heir of spring to be worthy of her presence. She was everything and he was just, a lost male. Everyone wanted her time but she wanted his, and so began the affair of sneaking off at parties, stolen kisses under starry nights, long rolls in soft grasses, love notes written with pen names.
He was Peter, the lost boy forced to grow up too soon - who wanted nothing more than a life of music and poetry but doomed to strengthen ties to Hybern, to be married off like seed stock to a mate that he hated, Hybern’s wicked general.
And Felina, feline, curious and sleek as a cat. She’d been heartbroken by a one-sided mating bond, by a mate who only saw her as the child she once was, a mate too busy pining over her cousin to notice the gem he had right in front of him.
They’d found comfort and peace with eachother, two young adults who could be whomever they wished in their stolen moments.
They were careful to avoid being caught. So careful, until the day he snuck off to watch as she traveled through the Illyrian forests with her mother, that instinct to protect those he cared for surfacing at such an early age. He thought he’d lost her forever. He’d tried so desperately to save her. By the time he returned with a healer, she had disappeared. To this day, Felina had been his greatest loss.
And moments ago when her cry called into his mind, “Peter!”. There was nothing that could hold him back from her, no wards too strong, no distance too far to winnow. There was only he and his need to see her for himself.
And now, here she was in his arms. Repeating over and over how sorry she was for not holding on, for not having faith that he’d return.
All he could choke out was, “Felina.”
We both did the best we could do, underneath the same moon in different galaxies.
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His Hummingbird (Miguel O'Hara x female!reader smut)
{Angsty smut oneshot}
Available: here on Tumblr and AO3
WC: ~2.2k [oneshot]
Synopsis: You're a human female who has a boyfriend from another dimension; Spider-Man 2099. Miguel visits your apartment late at night as a surprise after not seeing him for a week.
I HAD TO GET THIS IDEA OUT OF MY HEAD BEFORE I COULD FOCUS ON OTHER FICS IM SORRY ;-;
Inspirations: the song Hummingbird by Metro Bloomin and James Blake and you know the fang scene… man definitely bites 👀
A/N: If y’all want/request more I may write more, otherwise this is a one shot ❤️ leave a comment or reblog if you liked.
Warnings/tags: Angst, Smut (18+ Minors DNI), hickies (lotsa biting), fingering, light begging from reader, p in v (condom), light male whimpering
Disclaimer: I borrowed my spanglish friend for some of the translations here. Feel free to send an ask or comment if something feels off.
Enjoy!
The moon shone bright through the heavy clouds as you wondered where your spider was.
Fighting crime, defeating evil, saving lives, all nothing you could complain about. Another universe, another day, another “business trip.” He used that phrase to try and make you feel better but it couldn’t take away from the fact that one day he may not return. Perhaps if things went bad enough you wouldn’t ever be able to know what happened to him, just spending the rest of your life waiting for someone who would never return. You tried your best to shove the thought away as you fiddled with the window latch.
You pushed open the window widely to get whatever cool night air you could in your little city apartment. As the hot summer days neared closer you took solace in the cold rainy night. The sound of the rain and the city traffic was oddly comforting.
You turned and walked toward the kitchen sink opposite of the room figuring you'd at least try to get some chores done. It was a small-ish apartment the size of a hotel room really. The biggest room was the merged kitchen and living room. Still, it was familiar enough space for you to sense the presence behind you.
The moment you turned your back you heard the window blinds gently tap against the window pane; anyone else would’ve thought that had been the wind. Anyone else without a spider person lover anyways.
“Do spiders ever use the door?” You spoke without turning around, instead you turned the faucet on to do the dishes.
“You should start locking that window at night,” his gruff voice was directly behind you.
“Miguel,” you sighed, twisting the tap off before turning around.
It had been a week since his last visit, the longest ever since you started “seeing” each other. You hadn’t put a label on anything yet, what could you call a lover from another dimension that could never stay with you?
Every time you saw him after a prolonged period you were intimidated by how he stood over you. He hadn’t meant to be intimidating as his mask was already removed, yet it was hard to ignore his height and size of his build especially when he had to look down at you.
“Nobody can enter a 4th story window,” you smiled. “Just you.”
Despite that you were angry he was gone for so long your heart melted at the sight of his brown locks falling gracefully over his forehead. He wore his blue and red spider suit as he always did when traveling.
He wrapped his large arms around your waist, pulling you close into his hot embrace. He planted a kiss on your forehead.
“Te extrañé…” He trailed off as he pulled back to look into your eyes.
He held his hands against your face when you eyed his bracelet; the thing that let him stay here with you without “glitching out.” It was a grim reminder of what could never be. Despite the comfort you got from his rough hands against your soft face, it made you sad.
“I missed you too,” you sighed, overlapping his hand with your smaller one.
The bracelet was cool to the touch as you frowned. “Where have you been?” You scolded, “You told me you’d be back by Monday. It’s Friday!”
“I’m sorry,” he sighed furrowing his brows. “It’s work.”
“It always is,” You turn around putting your hands on the smooth countertop.
“I’ll make it up to you,” he offered, sounding sad and hopeful.
You knew he didn’t mean to make you worry or make you sad. You both wished things were different. It would make it so much easier. You knew though that if he could change things he would and you didn’t want to hold what was out of his control against him. It wasn’t his fault you were born in different worlds, different universes. It didn’t help that you weren’t a spider person either.
You felt his hands gently against your waist as he moved closer to you.
“I'm sorry." He sighed. "Mi pequeña colibrí…” he whispered into your ear. His breath was hot and heavy against your neck sending shivers down your body.
“Oh stop, you can’t use the español to make me feel better! No fair!” You laughed.
He placed a kiss on your ear that tickled before you spun back around, wrapping your arms over his shoulders.
“My spiderman,” You giggled as his look of concern melted into happiness. "I'm not mad at you. Just try to let me know if you'll be late next time."
The corner of his lips turned upward ever so slightly in relief. "I promise."
Another thing that was likely yours only; Miguel’s smile. When Jessica met you she was surprised you were even real. She warned you to not mention much of Miguel’s personal life activities to the other spider people but it was hard to remember. Once you accidentally mentioned the flowers on your table were from Miguel to Gwen she nearly fainted. You adored the way he treated you special even if you weren’t sure why he chose you. You could never be mad at him for something he couldn't control.
He brushed his thumbs in a circular motion against your waist as he held you. His dark eyes were full of love as he looked down at you.
You ran your fingers back through his brown hair. He seemed to sigh beneath your touch, it was thrilling in a way to know he was comfortable enough around you to let his guard down. Nobody else could see Miguel the way you did.
“You need to stop being so stressed. Relax more.” You sighed bringing your fingers to his forehead. “Grumpy wrinkles.”
He chuckled low as he held you tightly. He brought his face down into your neck to inhale the sweet scent of your perfume that he loved so much.
“I know what helps with that,” his voice was deep and silky and fuck it made your body melt.
You giggled as his sweet kisses turned into loving nibbles. He was careful to not hurt you with his fangs but he knew how much you loved his gentle biting. You had a hunch he loved it as much as you did. On top of that it’s been a week without it and damn you missed him.
You let his touch overwhelm you as he held you, softly biting against your delicate skin. His body tensed against you the moment you let out a small pleasurable gasp.
“Hm,” He huffed deeply as he pulled back. “I forgot my strength. I’m sorry, mi colibrí.”
He brought his fingers up to your neck, wiping away the wetness before examining the hickie left behind.
“That’s what makeup is for,” you reassured. “Now, you have a week to make up for…”
“No better time to start than now,” he knocked off the stack of papers that were laying on the countertop.
Before you could react he grabbed your hips, lifting you into the air. You let out a faint gasp as you wrapped your legs around him.
“Miguel!” You scolded as he smirked at you, placing you on the empty countertop space. “Naughty, what has become of you?” You teased him.
“You have become of me,” he pressed his hot lips against yours hungrily.
He brought his hands around to the back of your head holding you close so he could kiss you deeply. It wasn’t long before you could feel his cool tongue against your lips. You opened your mouth letting him in, his cold mouth meeting your warm one.
You brought your hands to his shoulders feeling the fabric of his suit. Eagerly you moved your fingers to his back, grasping for the zipper. You rotated between feeling the muscles of his back and fumbling with the damn zipper making your kisses turn sloppy.
“Eager aren’t we?” He laughed low and deep in his throat, it wasn’t a mocking tone. In fact you knew he loved it.
He shimmied his shoulders out of the suit and it took all of your power not to basically drool over him. You wasted no time bringing your hands to feel his hot skin, tracing your fingers lovingly over the scars on his chest.
You buried your fingers in his hair as your lips met again. The man loves to kiss you, almost as much as he loves to bite you. He took the opportunity to switch to biting your neck whenever you pulled back to breathe.
He slowly brought his fingers underneath the hem of your shirt, running his calloused fingers along your silky smooth torso. You separated from him only long enough to remove the pesky fabric of your top before diving back into him again.
You could feel the bulge in his underwear against your leg as he leaned forward to undo the clasp of your bra. He brought his large hands to your breasts lovingly cupping and massaging them. Goosebumps rose against his skin at the sound of your soft, lustful moans.
“More baby,” you whispered.
He brought his lips to your nipple, his hair tickling your chest. You tilted your head down letting yourself get lost in the scent of his shampoo while he planted wet kisses against your stiff nipple. His grabs on your body slowly turned more rough as you felt his teeth against your skin.
“More,” you demand. It’s been a week and damn you wanted him more than anything.
He hooked his fingers underneath the soft fabric of your leggings and panties as you shimmied to help. Your body shivered as the fabric pooled to the floor. Miguel looked at your body with a mixture of awe and hunger- a deep lust filled hunger.
He brought his index and middle finger to your entrance, smiling when he felt how wet you were.
“You really did miss me huh, mi pequeña colibrí?”
You nodded “mmm’, yes I did. Need you, Miguel.” You whined feeling him circle your entrance.
He wasn’t cruel to make you wait as he plunged his fingers in. Your back arched as you gasped, spreading your legs desperate for him deeper. Feeling his fingers arch against your walls and watching the movements of his wrist as he pleased you was intoxicating.
Still you wanted more.
“Please, baby,” you whimpered.
Your body whined when he stopped and pulled his fingers out.
“What is it, cariño?” His voice purred. He brought his fingers to his lips, rolling his tongue over your sweetness.
“You,” your lip quivered as you shuddered from the cool apartment air. “Please.”
You knew this was a game he could normally play for a long time. Not today though, neither of you could handle it. Instead your heart raced as he nodded to the kitchen drawer where you kept the condoms since counter sex had become a more regular activity.
He brought his large, hard cock out of his boxers, stroking lightly. You swallowed at the sight wondering how you could ever take him.
He smirked at your expression “are you afraid?”
You shook your head, reaching your hands out to his broad shoulders trying to bring him closer. You fumbled with the condom, bringing your hands to his hot cock. He gasped lightly as your hands held him him, rolling the condom down over him.
He lined his tip against your entrance, soaking himself in your juices and teasing you just a little.
“Are you ready?” He whispered and for the first time tonight you heard his voice start to shake.
You bit your lip as you nodded “I am.”
He slowly slid himself in as you let out a moan of tight, firey pressure. The moment he was fully inside you both let out a gasp; you both waited so long for this moment. You wrapped your arms around him as he buried his face in the crook of your neck while you got used to the feeling of all of him inside.
He waited for you to nod and give him the okay to continue. He planted a kiss on your cheek as he pulled out slightly before thrusting in again. You spread your legs further apart, moaning at the next deeper thrust. You grasped at the muscles of his back for an anchor.
“Just like that, cariño,” He whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
He thrusted against, harder and faster as you felt your pleasure start to build. He kept a lovely, steady pace and you knew it wouldn’t be long until you reached your climax.
“Oh Miguel,” you moaned, making him shiver. “Baby, I’m close.”
You grasped at his back desperate to have more of him. His heavy breaths and grunts sent electricity through you while his cock pressed lovingly against that sweet spot.
“Don’t move,” his voice was a quiet whimper while you held him.
Fuck, hearing him whimper always sent you feral but you did your best to keep still while he pounded into your tight cunt. Your back arched as the waves of pleasure crashed down into a lovely orgasm.
“You feel so good,” he whispered in your ear.
You knew he was close and you wrapped your legs around him not letting him go.
“I’m, I’m-“ his voice broke off as you felt his cock twitch inside of you.
His arms held you tightly to him as you were wrapped around him lovingly. The heat of your bodies, the feeling of his heart beating and the rise and fall of his chest as he heavily breathed through the pleasure… Despite that soon he’d have to leave again these moments are what make it worth it.
"Te amo," his voice was a husky whisper as he held you.
For now, you got to enjoy the warm embrace of your spider.
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Thanks so much for reading, let me know if you enjoyed with any comments/reblogs, I appreciate them all!
-Wyv
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Crumbling Walls ( Rayman x g/n reader )
I’ve been imagining this scenario very often lately , where the reader comforts Rayman after he gets basically fired from his job … I just really want him to be happy , those scenes of his always break my heart fr :,I
I apologize for the possible ooc moments and generally not so good writing … hope this still turned out okay !
Details : use of gender neutral reader ;
friends to lovers ;
presence a few suggestive elements as well as mature topics such as mentions of alcohol and drugs , and occasional swearing ( if any of these make you uncomfortable not reading this is advised ! )
A long sigh escaped Rayman’s mouth , as he put down his sixth wine bottle … or was it the seventh … ? At this point , he couldn’t even tell anymore .
That whole situation felt so unreal , and deep down he was hoping that maybe , just maybe , it was all just a dream , and that he was going to wake up in his bedroom and then head to work on his shows like always …
… but he knew that wasn’t possible . Not anymore , not after what he did just a few hours ago .
Rayman took a deep breath , getting up from the couch to grab another bottle to drown his sorrows in , when suddenly the damaged screen of his television lit the room up in a blinding white light …
< … the hell’s this ? >
Who could be calling him at such a late hour ?
Was it the Board of Directors ?
Maybe they wanted to apologize to him for what had happened ?
Unlikely … he had spoken to one of them not that long ago and the conversation hadn’t gone well , as the hole on the screen demonstrated …
But when his blurry vision managed to make out the name of the caller , his tired eyes widened …
< Y/n ? >
< Rayman - I’m so sorry I didn’t manage to talk to you sooner !
It’s been such a busy day and I just managed to find a minute to call you after work !
I just … wanted to know how you were doing , after … all that’s gone down tonight . >
Hearing your voice resonating through the room made him feel … oddly at peace , as he staggered closer to the television .
You were one of the few people he truly felt at ease with : you were always so kind , with a strong opposition against any discrimination toward hybrids as well as a strong sense of justice …
The fact that you had chosen to reach out to him despite having just finished work , simply to know how he was doing … that thought alone was enough to make Rayman’s heart skip a beat .
< I … I don’t know … ‘m just … tired . Been difficult to deal with this , and … >
He let out a nervous chuckle , trying to keep his trembling voice steady with no avail .
< … I don’t even know if this CAN be fixed , y’know … ? >
You remained silent for a moment , before saying something that Rayman really didn’t expect …
< … would you like me to come over to your place ? To keep you company … ?
I perfectly understand if you want to be alone right now , I get it , but - >
< That’d … that’d be really great , y/n . >
< Oh - okay , I’ll be there as soon as possible , hopefully the traffic isn’t a nightmare like always … I’ll see you soon ! >
As the call ended , the kindness of his long time friend made a little smile appear on his exhausted face .
You were even willing to drive all the way to his lounge , just to be there for him … Rayman could barely believe that someone so selfless and caring could actually exist .
He sat on the couch after lazily picking up some of the bottles and junk on the floor , staring at the ceiling and just silently waiting for you to arrive …
When he heard the much anticipated knock on the door , he stumbled on the floor , doing his best to keep his balance as he got a hold of the knob and opened it :
you were there , looking like you had been in quite a rush to get to the lounge as quickly as possible .
< Hey *sigh* Rayman … hope I didn’t keep you waiting for too long … >
He couldn’t help but chuckle a little , as he allowed you to enter his place .
< ‘s alright , you didn’t . Sorry about the mess , by the way … I tried to clean up before you got here but … >
< That’s okay , don’t worry about it . >
It was the moment that you entered his place that you realized just how bad this whole thing was : judging by the wine bottles everywhere and the suspicious ( luckily still unopened ) powder on the table , it was clear that being thrown out from his beloved show had destroyed Rayman in more ways than one .
You followed him to the couch , your feet occasionally bumping into the glass bottles , and then sat next to him in silence , listening to the distant sounds of the cars wandering the busy streets below …
You weren’t quite sure of what to say , but after a moment you heard Rayman chuckle …
< Crazy , isn’t it ? Just yesterday everything was normal … just … standing there in the spotlight , discussing the news , nothing out of the norm … then one day you wake up and it’s all gone , all because you tried standing up to some asshole talking shit ‘bout your species … >
You could see his hands tightening in a fist as he thought back about what the leader of the Niji 6 had said to him .
< You had every right to be upset , Rayman . He’s the one who went out of line , not you … I always did think Red was kind of a douchebag , not gonna lie . >
He glanced at you , then sighed , one of his hands going through his once well kept blonde hair .
< Hm … well it’s not like that matters , anyway : he won .
I lost the one thing , the ONE good thing I had going for me …
I just … I got nothing now . Nothing at all . I … I am nothing . >
Rayman wheezed , covering his face as the weight of the situation finally begun to crush him …
You stared at him with a worried expression : in all the years you two have known each other , you have never seen him so completely and utterly broken …
< Rayman , that’s not … >
< What ? You’re gonna tell me that there’s still something I can do ?
Y/n , take a good look at me : I’m . A pathetic . Fucking . MESS !
Where do I go from here , huh ? What can I even do ?? >
He stood up , barely able to keep his balance , and you caught his hand before he could fall on the floor …
As your eyes met , there wasn’t a trace of pity or disgust in your gaze , and Rayman was just … confused by this .
< I am looking at you , and I gotta tell you I see none of the things you just mentioned . Not one . >
You helped him get back to the couch , and gently but firmly placed your hands on his shoulders .
You could feel him shaking …
< You will always have value to me , regardless if Eden sees you as their star or not …
I know that right now it feels like everything is against you , but destroying yourself over this … >
You glanced at the wine bottles scattered all around the lounge .
< … it’s just not worth it , Rayman .
I’m sure we can think of something , but right now I just think that you need to get some rest : it’s the middle of the night , and you look exhausted … >
You could feel him staring at you , and when your eyes met your heart skipped a beat as you realized just how close you were right now …
< … we … ? >
< Y … yeah , of course ! I know there isn’t really much I can do , but … I just wanna be there and help you out , it’s frankly the least I could do for - mm … ? >
Before you could finish talking Rayman leaned forward , and the moment his lips met yours you froze for a few seconds before slowly closing your eyes , giving into the kiss .
You could feel his hands getting a hold of your waist , and when you caressed his hair he let out a soft groan before holding you even closer to him …
After a few minutes that felt like hours , the two of you finally pulled away , catching your breaths while staring into each other’s eyes …
< Y/n … >
< Rayman … ? >
He snuggled closer , placing his head against your chest while still holding you in his arms , almost like he was afraid that if he let you go you would vanish .
< Could … could you stay here tonight ? If you want to of course …
It’s just … being with you … feels nice … you’re … nice … >
Rayman sounded more and more tired , and it was clear that he was going to pass out from exhaustion any minute now …
You smiled softly , giving him a kiss on the forehead before lifting him from the couch and walking upstairs to his room .
He wasn’t the only one who needed some rest …
It had been a long day for both of you .
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[Werewolf] What about me?
Male Werewolf x Male Reader
Draven
Notes/Warnings: TW for reader breakup, mentions of an affair, non-aggressive confrontation, reader comfort, idk, this one is short but I'm content with it, haven't been feeling great lately lol, not very proof read
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You currently laid in bed, tears streaming down you face as you hugged your pillow. You trusted people too easily and it came back to bite you in the ass today. You had gone out for a dinner date with the guy you had been dating for a month. Everything was going great. He sat you down, treated you amazingly, like nothing you could have dreamed of. Made you think he was the one. But turns out he wasn't. While the two of you were together, a woman approached you and, albeit kindly, told you that this was actually her husband. She wasn't mad at you since she knew how he could act but you still couldn't help but feel guilty. You opted to leave so they could argue or fight about it, having felt so betrayed by who you thought could be the one.
A cab was called and you cried all the way back home, tearfully messaging your best friend about what had happened. You could see that he read the messages but didn't respond. You knew he would eventually and just figured he was busy. While you lied in bed, going over what happened and the things you two did while you were together, it almost made sense. He was being so nice to mask the fact he was doing something so horrible. You couldn't help but cry more, thinking how blind you were to the signs. While you were crying, you didn't hear the front door open or the heavy footsteps making their way towards you until you felt a pair of warm, strong arms wrap around you. At first, you were understandably panicked, whipping your head around to find out who it was only to see the soft gaze of the only man you've trusted for years.
You instantly turned around and hugged him tightly, crying into his chest as he shushed and comforted you. Even though he was thinking the whole 'I told you so' shtick, he kept quiet and let you get out your emotions. Once it seemed like you had calmed down enough, he pulled away and looked down to you with a smile. "Feel a little better?" He asked, wiping away some of the tears with his thumb. "A little..." You mumbled, hiding your face away again, the sound of his heart beat comforting you. "Let's get up and take a shower. Rise that gross memory away." He said softly, sitting up while you stayed, cuddling into the bed more as you didn't want to move. He stared down to you for a moment and rolled his eyes. "C'mon, get up, let's go." He said, pulling you up and out of the bed with ease.
You whined but held onto him as he carried you into the bathroom. "Do I need to help you get undressed or can you do that yourself?" Draven asked, setting you on the counter. He stood between your legs, making you blush and shake your head, pushing him away as you got up. "Just wait outside." You said quickly, voice still a little shaky from crying. With a small sigh, you closed the door and changed into the nude. You turned on the water and waited for a moment before getting in. It was still a bit cold for your liking but it didn't bug you, washing away the day felt nice. Draven knocked at the door and asked, "May I come in?" You mumbled out a yea before hearing the door squeak open. "Its just a change of clothes." He said before closing the door again. After a few more minutes of just sitting under the water, you stepped out and dried off, seeing that he brought a pair of comfy clothes for you to wear.
With a small smile, you slipped them on. When you got to the shirt you noticed it was big on you, making you blush when you realized it was Dravens. And it was still warm. You couldn't help but blush more knowing that he had given you the shirt off his back to wear. As soon as you stepped out if the bathroom, Draven instantly swept you off your feet, causing you to yelp and cling onto him. "I hate that you can do that..." You mumbled out, hiding your face. He chuckled and hugged you close. "You smell so much better." He mumbled, barely fluent enough for you to understand. "H-huh?" You pulled back and looked at him, blush traveling to your ears at this point.
Draven tilted his head like the big puppy he is. "What?" He asked, convincingly pretending like he didn't say anything. "You... Nevermind." You said softly, hugging him close as he carried you into the living room. Little did you know, Draven only made you shower cause you, to him, smelled gross, even if you were dressed in your best cologne. You smelled like a man he hated, someone disgusting. Which is also why he gave you his shirt, opting to rock the tank underneath. "Draven you didn't have to do all this..." You said, seeing all the snacks and blankets laid out for the two of you.
"No. But, I wanted to." He said, setting you on the couch. Draven didn't let you move as he wrapped you in blankets, giving you drinks and snacks to choose from. Even though you thought he would snuggle up under the blanket with you, he didn't. Draven made himself cozy next to you, turning on the TV and putting on your favourite thing to watch. The more you thought about it, why did he go out of his way to do all these things? You weren't together but he almost treated you like you were. While you thought and went over the possibilities in your head, you were unintentionally staring at him. He could only assume what you were thinking but ended up asking, "What about me?"
This time, you tilted your head. "What?" "What about me?" He asked again, locking eyes with you as you thought for a moment. You didn't fully understand what he asked at first before realizing. He was asking, what if you dated him instead? "I... I didn't think you were into guys..." You said softly, having only ever seen him with girlfriends before. Draven glanced away awkwardly. "I wasn't. At least I didn't think I was." He said softly, looking back to you with a small smile. "Not until I met you." Draven paused for a second and bit his lip gently. "I didn't actually break up with my last girlfriend cause she was bad or anything... I broke up with her cause spending time with you made me realize I was actually into men. I was into you, specifically." He pauses and chuckles. "I mean, I'm still into you but-" You didn't give him a chance to finish his sentence, grabbing him by the nape of his neck and pulling him into a kiss.
Dravens hands naturally found their way to your waist, pulling you a bit closer. "Is there anything else important you need to tell me?" You asked once the two of you pulled away, keeping your eyes locked with his. Draven was contemplating if he should be honest or not. "I'm a werewolf?" He said, almost questioning what he said. Your brows furrowed, before a small smile a laugh left you. After your small giggle session you realized he was dead serious. "I dont believe you." You said, looking at him, slightly concerned. "Earlier when I picked you up, I said that you smelled better." He stated, one hand making its way up to cup your cheek. "You smelled like that prick still, his scent was all over you." Draven said, leaning in and nuzzling his nose in your neck. "Now you smell like me." He whispered, making you blush again, still unsure how to react to his sudden reveal. "I-I'm not sure if I fully believe you on that..." Draven pulled back and tilted his head.
"On the whole sudden Werewolf reveal..." You said softly, still being a bit shocked at the possible fact that he's a werewolf. Draven thought for a moment before using one of his large hands to cover your eyes. You protested at the sudden lack of sight and tried to pry his hand away but he wouldn't move. After a minute, he let go and you blinked a couple times. Your brows furrowed again when you saw two wolf ears sitting atop his head, perked and focused solely on you. "Haha, very cute." You said, thinking he was actually joking. You reached up and grabbed one of the ears, pulling on it gently only to realize it was actually attached to his head. "Wait seriously?" You asked, other hand shooting up to pet his other ear. They're super soft for a wolf. Draven blushed softly and nodded as you nearly crawled into his lap to pet and scratch behind his ears. He couldn't help but hide his face in your neck when you noticed he had a tail that was happily wagging behind him.
"Oh gods youre too cute..." You mumbled, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. Draven hugged you close and kissed at your neck gently. "Is this ok?" He asked, making you nod and ask him to keep going. Dravens kisses were slow and sweet, as if he was savoring you, making you shiver. "Draven..." You mumbled out, hugging him as well when he pulled back to rest his chin on your shoulder. "You're too good for that asshole." He said, keeping you pressed up against him. Draven laid back, keeping you close while you snuggled into him, his tail still swishing against the couch. "I think we could work." You said, nuzzling your face into his neck this time. Draven smiled and squeezed you tight for a moment before loosening his grip again. "I'd like that."
#male x male reader#werewolf male x male reader#x male reader#xmalereader#monster x male reader#male monster x male reader#monster male#exophilia#m4m#monster lover#mxm#male reader
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For the get off my screen series, I'm curious on how the reader would react knowing how much awful shit Vox does in Hell or lets happen. Has that topic of conversation even ever come up between them?
Btw I love your writing sosososoo much!! Have a wonderful day/night! <3
I would think that they talked about it sometime during the events of "Old Times Gone By". I wasn't able to cram it into the interlude then but Reader and Vox are quite literally stuck in an odd juxtaposition by the narrative lolol
You could look at it in the literal sense where one is alive and the other is dead-
But you could also look at it comparing personalities-
Reader is mostly nonchalant, just relaxed and a very much- go with the flow person.
Vox is- well- Vox. He's manic, he's obsessive, and he's also slightly a control freak.
They have enough differences to look like an odd sort of yin-yang but with enough similarities to still get along.
For example, I think I wrote in other interludes that it wasn't above Reader to play hands under the table. Like they weren't above getting down and dirty to mess with others, similar to how Vox often uses hypnosis to make sure other sinners heed his words.
When it comes to how they talk about things- here's a snippet of text I had cut out from the interlude since it didn't fit so smoothly into my narrative anymore:
Vox is in hell and Reader is aware that he's definitely done something to deserve being there- but with what he's shown her thus far- it's not out there to expect that they'd be optimistic in a possibility that he could change for the better. They think he's... misguided at best and just an egocentric capitalist with issues at worst. Also Reader does have gripes with the fact he turns a blind eye a lot, but it's business- what can you do? Though again, they would probably get on his ass for it once they're down in hell with him. XD
#hazbin hotel#vox x reader#hazbin hotel vox#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin vox#vox#hazbin vox x reader#hazbin hotel vox x reader#vox x you#get off my screen series#lore introspection#character analysis#I love writing these#highkey just some feeder while I write interludes#cuz I have so many ideas rn I just need to sift through them ahdksjdhjs
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Silk & Ivory — Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
Hey y'all! It's been a while since I've written for anyone besides myself, so apologies if it isn't that great :,)) Anyway... the thought of Gaz falling for a musician has been stomping at the deepest parts of my brain and turning it to mush.
Fem!Reader.
The clinging of ceramic plates and the common bustling of a crowded restaurant was nothing short of taxing for the man sat in the booth at the back. Not even a third pint of beer could dissolve the incessant ache in his head; the rusty, overworked gears that never ceased their turning. Even the dim lights adorning the wooden walls were blinding, and Kyle rested his head in the crook of his arm that rested on the table. It was less than comfortable—the muscles in his forearm and bicep were painfully flexed from how tightly he gripped the pint glass—but at least it was a break from the chipper atmosphere.
Everything that could have gone wrong had. He woke up late, couldn’t find a clean shirt to wear under his uniform, tripped over his unlaced boots twice, and his aim was that of a rookie’s. To make matters worse, his captain was battling a cold that made him extra grumpy, and Kyle got the short end of the stick. Price laid it on him hard during PT—so much so that his entire calf was bruised from a pulled muscle. He was sore and exhausted, every inch of his body in desperate need of some rest. Instead, he dragged himself to his favorite restaurant to grab some drinks and grub.
He hadn’t accounted for how overwhelming it would be. A low groan escaped his lips when, on top of the already deafening climate of the busy joint, a piano started to sound. It was almost enough to make Kyle cry from frustration, his knuckles paling the tighter he held the handle of his pint glass. He was dangerously close to throwing some money on the table and storming out when the world seemed to settle down around him. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, finally lifting his head up and searching around for some kind of explanation.
He found the explanation across the room, sat behind the shiny grand piano with an ethereal glow on her face, illuminated by the soft fairy lights that he had despised just moments before. Her lips were painted a deep red, accenting the black satin dress that draped just enough to show off the dip of her collarbones. Suddenly, the music wasn’t so shrill, and the piano turned into something he craved to listen to as long as it was her that played it. His eyes swept around the room once more to find that everyone else was just as enthralled with this mystery musician as he was.
Just when he thought the stranger couldn’t possibly be any more beautiful to him, she opened her mouth and started singing. Kyle had to actively remind himself not to let his jaw drop, settling to rest his chin on top of his fist as he put all of his focus on this angel. That’s what he convinced himself she was—an angel, sent to serenade him and melt his headache that nothing else seemed to cure. He was entranced; unaware of just how hungry, famished he was for such a sweet sound. His gaze was fixed on her lips as they curved, plump and perfect, and the flow of her hands as they danced across the ivory keys.
Kyle had to take a long swig of his beer to keep himself grounded. He was sure that if he didn’t keep his feet hooked beneath the legs of table, he would float up to heaven—and maybe that wouldn’t be so bad, except for the fact that he had just found her here on Earth. Every lyric that rolled off of her tongue was manna to his malnourished ears, honey to sweeten his bitter temperament. Suddenly his terrible day didn’t seem so awful; his mind was no longer a sheath for his grievances, but a canvas that grew more and more colorful with every syllable she sang.
It wasn’t normal—perhaps even unhealthy—that he knew. To be so captivated by a woman he had never met, who he only discovered existed moments ago, was enough to make Kyle question everything he knew about himself. Maybe it was the beer, or the lack of food in his system, or the grueling headache that had plagued him making him this delusional. Still, he couldn’t help but hope that she would just look in his direction, meet his eyes and get the cliché love-at-first-sight experience every romance movie seemed to convey.
In the midst of battling with what he used to consider his morals, he barely even noticed that the music had stopped and the chatter of other diners had picked up again. He furrowed his eyebrows, a slight pout decorating his lips as he watched the woman stand from the bench. He already missed the melodic resonance of her voice, the way her lips curled up when certain lyrics amused her. He was bound and determined to instill the sound of her voice in his head, to store away for when he needed a reminder that there were good things in this life.
Kyle picked up the menu that had sat at his table for the past half-hour, deciding that maybe he should have something on his stomach before he made any irrational decisions. He was about to call a waiter over to order food when the click of high heels headed towards his table. His eyes trailed up the woman’s legs and body, and he was halfway inclined to ignore her, assuming it was some chick coming to hit on him. Then she knelt to meet his gaze, waving shyly. His soul almost skyrocketed when he saw the pretty pianist before him, eyebrows furrowed and bottom lip caught between her teeth. Kyle was at a loss for words, staring up at her with his mouth agape. He was sure he had fucked up when he saw the confusion written on her features.
And then she said hello.
I have proofread this countless times, but would not be shocked if there are mistakes. Please let me know!! Also feel free to reblog ofc <3
#cod#call of duty#kyle gaz garrick#kyle garrick#gaz#cod mw2#gaz x reader#gaz x female reader#cod mw3#pianists are so cool I wish I was better at piano
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meeting [j.yh]
jeong yunho x female reader
yunho's morning meeting leaves you swaddled in bed with nothing but your duvet, but you manage to bring him round one way or another.
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warnings: smut, this is (again) super self-indulgent lol, some swearing, size kink, fluff-ish, hand kink if you squint, slight dirty talk, softdom!yunho, reader is super sulky, yunho's just hot okay 😵💫
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note: i am back my loves with another piece to share! this one is kinda soft and similar to my last if you squint (can you tell the kind of man i like? 😂) but still different enough to appreciate yunho's characteristics.
works under the cut <3
"come on babe! your meeting isn't for another hour!" you tried to convince your stubborn boyfriend yunho to lay cuddled up in bed with you for another few minutes or so, but he was already half-dressed. annoyingly, he looked irresistible half-dressed like this, in nothing but his boxers and white button-up (that was indeed not buttoned up, at all). he was not helping your want for him at all. the room was cold, curtains drawn still, preventing any warmth from seeping in through the blinds, and without your boyfriend's radiator of a body, you were practically left shivering.
"i know, sweetheart, but-" you didn't let him explain himself, interrupting with a whine before turning around and bundling yourself up in the bedsheets. you were definitely sulking, evident by the pout that weighed down your expression.
"fine, go to your stupid meeting," you turned to face yunho and his half-dressed body, and you were sure your brain short-circuited at the sight. he was busy fighting his slack trousers up his toned legs, and the latter seemed to be victorious until he yanked the fabric with strength. his hands flexed deliciously throughout, and suddenly you were aware of just how naked you and your boyfriend were- you needed to distract him… "i'll just be here, alone in bed… up to no good"
that last line caught yunho's attention as he zippered the slacks, but left the button undone, revealing the very edge of his boxers. you certainly appreciated that detail and spent far too many seconds devouring his every detail with your gaze. he noticed and chuckled at your trance-like state but decided to allow your stare to linger- much for his benefit as it was yours, too.
yunho never quite understood exactly how his physical appearance turned you on. to everyone he'd met before you, he was a puppy, a golden retriever, a sunshine, something along the lines of 'cute and childish'. and he'd always just accepted that he was the cute one. then you showed up, and he had never felt sexier. the minute your eyes locked, you were jelly for a spine, knees weak and craving the man's tall, broad posture as support. yunho remembers your first meeting together fluently, and would always tease the fact that you got wildly drunk and clung to him all night, whispering about how hot he was. he knew you were the one from him from that night.
"what do you mean 'up to no good'? i'll be gone for like forty minutes tops," yunho scratched his head before trying to tame his dark hair back to its previous presentation. you ignored his question and buried yourself completely under the duvet, unimpressed when he didn't offer to stay in bed. after all, he was the one that started this. yunho rolled his eyes playfully, and you felt the bed dip beside you. hope filled you, thinking maybe he'd given in, and then he pulled the blankets off you.
"hello beautiful," he flashed his signature cheeky grin, hoping it would coax some sort of smile out of you, but his attempt was feeble. instead, he was met with a frown.
"go away! it's cold…" you huddled up into a ball, rolled on your side with your back against him. yunho simply chuckled, bringing his hand down to brush through your hair that had gotten tangled during your tossing and turning.
"it's one meeting, (y/n), and then i'm all yours, okay? we can do whatever you like," his comment ignited a warm feeling in your stomach, and you finally turned around to look at him. his shirt was still unbuttoned, tight around his shoulders and flowing over the rest of his skin. it was sinful how angelic he could look mere minutes after waking up (and you were slightly jealous that he'd always be the pretty one in the relationship).
"one kiss and i'll consider waiting," you began to pull yourself up, using his open shirt as support by gripping the material in your tight fists. yunho winced, imagining the hand-shaped creases now in his shirt that he spent far too long ironing out any imperfections with. but it was you, and he didn't have the heart to tell you off.
he accepted your offer, nonetheless, leaning down to meet your lips in a light peck, pulling away to reveal your frowning face again.
"you said one kiss!" he defended,
"that was barely a kiss. that was… that was like pity," you replied, kneeling up in bed now so you would somewhat match his crouched height.
your figure was adorned in one of yunho's t-shirts, and the man hadn't taken much notice until now, when you'd knelt up and the fabric rose with you, revealing much of your hips and upper thighs. his mouth went dry, trying his absolute hardest not to let your naked skin get the better of him. he prided himself on being resilient…
that all came crumbling down the minute you pulled yunho in by the open collar, pressing a firm, lingering kiss to his lips and humming into the act. his hands involuntarily held your waist, and you smirked against his mouth when you fell back purposely, with his half-dressed body atop yours.
"hello, handsome. looks like you fell into our bed. what a shame, seeing as you're leaving for such an important meeting…" yunho loved when you teased, and your cheeky nature brought out his own playful vibe too. it was something you both loved about each other, something that kept things light-hearted and fun, even in serious times. like today, yunho's meeting was in fact very important. he didn't worry you with the details a couple weeks ago when he announced it, however, but he'd rather keep it that way. yunho took on any burden his broad shoulders could carry- his own and yours too.
"it seems that i have, hm? and how did that happen?"
"you must've just fallen,"
"for you, yes," his cheesy remark earned him a groan from you as you turned your face away from his equally cheesy grin. "that was terrible, sorry" he played it off.
"yeah, it was. you're better off just kissing me. can't do any wrong there," and oh how wrong you were…
what started as just a few innocent kisses with giggles in between soon turned into a full-blown make out session, with yunho's thigh wedged between your legs whilst your hands pulled at his collar. his face hovered above yours, breathless as you pulled away from another deep kiss. "y-yunho, mhm, you need to go-"
"i'll get an uber, or call one of the guys, i can't go to the meeting like this,"
"like what? oh," you looked down at where his thigh pressed against your bare core, noticing the damp patch in the fabric. you blushed and hid your face in your hands, embarrassed that your arousal was being pointed out like that. "i didn't realise i was making a mess,"
"huh? oh, me neither," yunho chuckled as he pulled his thigh away, earning him a whimper from you and a full look at the stain on his slacks. "hm, i was more talking about my raging hard-on, but yes that's a good excuse too," yunho's hardened cock was straining against his trousers and boxers, and you hadn't looked until he mentioned it. now, you couldn't keep your eyes off it. "want to help me get rid of this, baby?"
that was all it took for you to crash your lips into his once again, hands working meticulously (and quickly, for time was still not on your side) to pull the zipper of yunho's slacks down and get the trousers off his legs. he kicked them off clumsily, and you giggled through short kisses at his long limbs flailing about to free themselves from the confides of the fabric. eventually, he was left in nothing but his boxers and unbuttoned dress shirt, and your mouth watered at the sight.
you studied his body for a moment, what little moment you had anyway, and watched as his soft muscles tensed under the diffused sunlight that filtered through the curtains. his skin glowed, as he usually did when he woke up, in a way that was warm and comforting, that made him look angelic. sometimes you swore his hair would fan upwards to make a halo above his head.
"you are so beautiful, yun," you really milked the moment you had, hands roaming up yunho's torso and rippling against the definitions in his skin. he smirked and landed a kiss to your forehead.
"as are you, sweetheart, my beautiful girl," he met your lips with a long, gentle kiss, but quickly resumed his previous ministrations with you, wedging his thigh between your legs again. you gasped, nails scraping against him, causing yunho to groan at the light sting. he leant up, about to remove his shirt, until you stopped him. he raised a brow at you, lightly panting, in confusion.
"keep the shirt on. uhm, i-i… i find it hot," your cheeks burned a deep crimson as blood rushed to your face, trying to hide behind your hands again, but he pulled them away and pinned them to either side of your head. he loved it when you surprised him, and you never failed to.
"hot? what's hot about it?"
"yunho don't judge me,"
"i'm not! i'm curious, honestly. surely the shirt is… in the way? a distraction?"
you shook your head no, loosening your hands free from his hold and gripping the material of his button-up before pulling him forward into another kiss. this time a moan slipped past your lips, of which yunho swallowed up and reciprocated. when you both pulled away breathlessly, your boyfriend pressed his forehead to yours, a smile on his face. "ah, i kind of get it now, okay. i'll keep the shirt on, darling,"
"what time is it?" you worried that yunho would be late. you pretended not to care, but you expected him to shower you with kisses before he left on time, not offer a quickie and leave him seconds to spare. still, you weren't complaining.
"thought you wanted me to stay,"
"i do! just… don't be late because of me, okay?"
"sweetheart, it'll be fine. come on," he knew you were worrying now, and needed to distract you, quick. he brought his hand down between your bodies and pressed his index finger against your clit before slowly pushing it inside your core and biting his lip at how wet you were. he pumped the digit carefully, then added another, watching you spread your legs wider for him and moan softly. "there you go, darling… feel good?"
"yes, yun, fuck," you cursed, hips rolling up to meet his hand movements while he studied your face and figure intently. it was no secret that he thought you were the most beautiful thing to ever grace his eyes, and wrapped up in his hands and his shirt made you even more delectable. your hair fanned out over the pillow in soft wisps, your skin luminous under the influence of the day, under yunho- just how he liked.
"so pretty, my pretty girl. couldn't wait for me to come home, hm? had to have me now," yunho leant forward and whispered in your ear, igniting a trail of goosebumps from your neck down to your toes by the time he added a third finger. you were dripping all over his hand, balling the fabric of your shirt up in your fists and arching your hips. you nodded profusely, whining his name whilst fumbling with his boxers. yunho gripped your jaw in his other hand, colliding your lips with his before gently pulling his fingers from you. he couldn't resist making a show of clearing his fingers of your arousal, sucking each finger slowly and humming in satisfaction. "tastes so good, sweetheart. i could never get enough of you,"
"then fuck me, please. we don't have much time before you have to go," you downturned your lips, but yunho was quick to soothe your worries when he peppered kisses down your temples and cheeks as he pulled his cock free from his boxers.
"don't worry about time. i'll make it just fine. you ready for me, sweetheart?" yunho ducked his hips until his cock pressed against your sopping core, eyes rolling back at the sensation. you gripped onto him by his open shirt, and he smirked at how the fabric had proved to come in handy- he could definitely see the appeal now. he teased the tip through your folds, shivering, body out of his control as he sunk into you with one fluid movement. his jaw dropped, eyes hooded, and all yunho could do was watch as you wantonly moaned his name and screwed his once-neatly ironed shirt to creases. your hips rocked slowly to grow accustomed to his size, the sudden stretch so mind-blowing that you had to hold onto something to ground yourself whilst your conscious floated up into cloud nine.
"yunho, holy fuck, you're… mhm, g-going to be late-"
"darling stop telling me about the time and, hmph, take me like a good girl," his gentle dominance left you with no choice to obey, nodding profusely as yunho knelt on the bed with your hips in his hands. he massaged the soft skin beneath his thumbs, pulling his cock slowly out of you, only to push himself all the way forward, filling you up to the hilt. his head bowed, and a low, guttural groan fell from his open lips as you clamped around his cock. "oh my- baby, you are so tight,"
yunho's breathless moans met your own, already weak to the sights and sounds of you. your legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him impossibly closer, leaving his movement limited but still incredibly pleasing. yunho rocked himself forward, lodging his cock even deeper inside of you, and for a moment you thought he could split you in half with how big he was- even after years of sleeping together, your mind could never quite comprehend his size…
"please move, yun please," your pleads and whines were a melody, music to your boyfriend's ears as he chuckled pitifully above you. your body became pliant in his hands, and he toyed with you like he knew it, fingers groping your soft flesh to get a tighter hold of you before increasing his speed. you released a cry of his name as he pistoned his hips into you, shaking the mattress beneath you both with the strength of his motions. "fuck, f-faster, yun,"
"mhm, don't rush, darling,"
"but you'll be late-" yunho interrupted your worries with a groan and a particular hard snap of his hips, rendering you speechless. he landed a soft spank to your thigh, moaning at the way your skin rippled and flushed red under the influence of his actions "didn't i tell you to stop worrying about the damn time?" he spoke through gritted teeth, leaning forward to barely capture your lips in a messy kiss. you swallowed each other's sounds, focusing only on the rhythm of your bodies as yunho brought you closer and closer to orgasm.
he could read your body like a book, and knew you were close when your legs twitched, tied around his waist- and he wasn't close behind either. he quickly lost the rhythm you two had built up, thrusts slower, deeper, more desperate in their manner. your hands gripped onto your t-shirt (that by now had ridden up to reveal most of your figure to yunho), thinly draping over your breasts only, but you didn't move it. the friction of the fabric rubbing against your nipples provided a sensation so unique and arousing, increased tenfold when yunho pressed two fingers to your clit and drew circles against the nerves. you tensed up, chanting his name like a mantra while you let him play you to your finish. "come on, baby, you're so close. cum for me," his encouragement was all you needed.
"yunho! y-yun, fuck!" you cursed, moaning his name as your orgasm crashed down on you, as did your boyfriend as he quickly came after you. he caught his breath as he emptied himself inside of you, pressing soppy kisses to your stomach and hips before pulling out and nestling his forehead against your chest. you ran your hands up his back over his shirt, humming in complete satisfaction.
just when you two were about to indulge in some post-sex cuddles, yunho's phone rang on the bedside table, and a look of horror washed over your previously relaxed features. "yunho-" when you tried to communicate your panic, he answered the phone and placed the contact on speaker. "hi joong, what's up?"
hongjoong. he only called when yunho was in trouble, as he had told you before. you slapped your hand over your mouth to attempt to stay as silent as possible, although you still weren't finished catching your breath. yunho looked down at you with a smile.
"yunho where the hell are you? the meeting is almost starting," he sounded vexed, and you shot a look of anger at yunho when his lips didn't drop their upward curve.
"yeah i'm coming. i just had… another meeting beforehand i had to attend to,"
"yunho!" you scolded him for his cheeky remark, gasping as you immediately realised you gave yourself and your boyfriend away. you tried to hide behind your pillow, despite its uselessness, you hoped it would soften the blow of hongjoong's condemning.
"wait, (y/n)? what are you two- oh, god, nevermind. just get your ass here before this starts," with that, hongjoong hung up, leaving yunho to chuckle at the man and pull the pillow from your face. "sounds like i'm in trouble huh?"
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Chapter 3: All This Time Goes By, Still No Reason Why
Collaboration with my Eddie Munson sister wife, @corroded-hellfire 💚
Series Summary: Based on the Jonas Brothers song of the same name. You and Eddie share a hospital room in the wake of Hawkins' turmoil, striking up an unlikely friendship that could lead to much more.
Chapter Summary: With the help of Robin and Nancy, you and Eddie realize how much you mean to each other, but a medical emergency may prevent either of you from admitting your true feelings.
Warnings: eventual smut (18+ only, minors DNI!), Eddie survives the Upside Down, hospital, mentions of surgery, description of Eddie's scars, controlled use of pain medication, angst
WC: 5.2k
Divider credit to @firefly-graphics
“It’s time to play the Family Feud!”
Click.
“Today on Sally–”
Click.
“There’s nothing good on,” you bemoan, flicking through the channels absentmindedly. Just as you’re about to give up on finding something to watch, a familiar dramatic voice rings out from the tinny TV speaker.
“It’s twins, and the two of you are the father of one each.”
Your fingers falter on the remote as you hear the events play out. Shelby’s sitting in a hospital bed, not unlike your own, one baby in each arm. The plot is so ridiculous, yet you can’t help but be drawn in. The only thing missing is a bucket of popcorn for you to chow down on.
And Eddie, you think miserably, swallowing the thought like it’s a dry pill. He would sit slack-jawed as the two lovers argued over which baby belonged to which man, making comments like, “did you see that?!” when he knows good and well that you’re sitting two feet from him and did, in fact, see it.
Dr. Drake Ramoray is about to announce the paternity test results when there’s a soft knock on your door.
“Can, um, can we come in?” You turn your head to see Mandy standing in the doorway, pushing a redheaded girl in a wheelchair. “This is Maxine. She’ll be your new roommate,” she explains.
“Yup, finally busted out of intensive care,” the girl deadpans, tilting her head to better hear the TV. “Is that Days of Our Lives?”
You give an embarrassed giggle, muting the show. “Yeah, sorry. Guilty pleasure.”
Maxine shakes her head. “No, put it back on! I love that shit. I didn’t have a TV in ICU, so I had to listen to my boyfriend read to me.” A blush creeps across her cheeks at the mention of her boyfriend, and she leans on Mandy as the nurse helps her into the bed. “He has a nice voice, though. So it wasn’t all bad. Better than listening to him argue with his friends about D&D.” Mandy laughs at that before excusing herself from the room.
The mention of the fantasy game is like a knife slice through your heart, but you shake off the thought. “That’s sweet of him.”
“Yeah,” Maxine nods. “Read all my favorites. Guess that’s how it’ll be for a while, until I learn Braille.” That’s when you notice that her eyes are cloudy, the blue irises not focusing in a particular direction.
You’re rendered speechless for a moment, unsure how to respond to what she’s said. “I’m sorry,” you finally manage to choke out, wincing at how dumb you sound.
Maxine doesn’t seem to care or pick up on your embarrassment. “It sucks,” she says, “but I’ve got a good support system, y’know? And with the way everything in this town’s gone to shit, being blind doesn’t seem like too big of a deal.”
You assume she’s talking about the earthquake essentially splitting Hawkins into quadrants, destroying homes, businesses, and leaving far too many people injured or dead. You start to nod before remembering that she can’t see you. “I get it, but it doesn’t mean it’s not a big deal to you.”
She pauses before responding, contemplating what you’ve just said. “Guess so,” she mumbles. “I just feel guilty worrying about myself when other people are suffering even worse.”
“I’ll drink to that.” You raise your glass of water to your lips, feeling the lukewarm liquid slip down your throat. “Have they told you how much time you'll be stuck here?”
She chuckles tersely. “Nope. They all keep saying, ‘a little bit longer, and you’ll be back home.’ But I don’t even know if I’ll have a home to go back to.”
“Where do you–did you live?” You shake your head. “That might be too personal, sorry. I’m just excited to have someone to talk to.” And it’s true. Ever since Eddie left a few days ago, you’d been alone with your thoughts. Never a good thing, especially when you’re feeling this sad and helpless, and the mundaneness of the hospital certainly doesn’t help.
“It’s cool. I lived over on Porter Street for a year or so before my mom and I moved into Forest Hills Trailer Park.” She gnaws on her lower lip as though waiting for your judgment. “But before we came to Hawkins, I lived in California.”
“Oh.” California. Where you and Eddie had made plans to run away to–though the sincerity of those plans were apparently up for debate. You want to ask her about it; if she’s ever been to Los Angeles, if she wants to go back, but the knot in your stomach urges you to shift the topic. “Your trailer–was it destroyed in the earthquake?”
“Not sure,” she answers honestly. “No one’s said anything to me, but that could just be to keep me from getting upset. But my boyfriend’s idiot friend–one of them, anyway–let it slip that my neighbor’s trailer got, like, split in half.”
“Oh, shit,” you breathe out. “Is your neighbor okay?”
“Uh, I think so,” Maxine says. “I haven’t talked to him but my boyfriend said he was released from the hospital.”
“That’s good,” you say. “I mean, not that he was in here, but that he was okay to leave.”
“Eddie—that’s my neighbor—is staying with some friends, I think. Or friends of his uncle or something.”
The way your head snaps so quickly in the redhead’s direction makes such a loud crack that even she hears it, wincing at the pop. “Eddie” is a common enough name, but you can’t think of another Eddie other than your Eddie—or, Eddie Munson, that is—in all of Hawkins.
“Wait. Is your neighbor Eddie Munson?” you ask, voice quivering despite your attempt to sound casual.
Her eyebrows pinch together and her head tilts in your direction. “How do you—oh shit! You’re Sunshine, aren’t you?”
Your face heats up at hearing Eddie’s nickname for you. How did Maxine know about that? She’s already said that she hasn’t talked to him. Which only means she heard it from someone else. But who? Between the days dragging into one another and the cocktail medley of medications you’ve been on, you’re not sure if Eddie called you that in front of his friends or not. But either way, somehow it was going around in his friend group that he’d met you and coined that nickname for you.
“I, uh, yeah, I guess that’s me,” you say.
“Dustin was telling me about you,” she answers your unasked question. “He said you’re pretty cool and you and Eddie got along really well.”
“Yeah,” you say, heaving a sigh. “I guess we did.”
“Did?” Maxine asks, picking up on your tone. “Something happen?”
“We had a fight,” you admit. “We both said some pretty nasty shit to one another. Then he left without saying goodbye, and I haven’t heard from him since.”
“Eddie’s never been known for his impulse control,” Max notes wryly, but anything else she’s about to add is cut off by the sound of more voices at the door.
“Max!” It’s Robin, and she has a girl by her side. “Hey, it’s me and Nancy. Sorry we’re late; no one told us that you moved rooms–oh, it’s Sunshine!”
You blush at the second mention of your nickname. “Hi, guys,’ you say, giving a little wave. “How’ve you been?”
“Can’t complain,” Robin puts her hands in her pockets. “But, really, we should be asking how you’re doing.” She glances over to her right side. “Oh, this is our friend, Nancy Wheeler.” Nancy gives you a soft smile, and you try to muster up one back.
“I’m okay.” you shrug. I had my first surgery yesterday, so I’m sore. Kinda nauseous from the pain meds. But other than that, I’m fine.”
“She and Eddie got into a fight,” Maxine–Max–pipes up from the bed next to you. “He didn’t even say goodbye to her. Just…poof! Vanished.” She makes a little explosion gesture with her hands to emphasize her point.
Nancy presses her lips into a thin line. “Yeah, we heard,” she admits. “Eddie told us the other day. He, uh, he’s not very good at handling conflict.”
“You can say that again,” you mumble, trying to hide your bitterness.
“He’s been different ever since he came home from the hospital,” Robin says. She pushes the curtain between the two beds as open as it would go and puts two chairs in between you and Max. She takes the chair closer to you and Nancy takes the one closer to Max.
“What do you mean?” you ask.
“He’s been acting weird,” Robin says.
“How can you tell?” Max asks, a smirk on her lips as she gazes unseeingly at the ceiling.
“Weird for him. He’s all broody and sulking. I mean, I get that the guy almost died, but he was in a much better mood when he was in here.”
All eyes—even Max’s—turn to you laying in your bed. It’s hard not to shrink under their gaze. You tuck your blanket up higher in an attempt to comfort yourself.
“Do you want to talk to him?” Nancy asks, leaning forward to see you around Robin.
“Yes,” you admit. “I thought we could clear the air before he left, but clearly that didn’t happen. Then I was hoping the phone would ring. Or maybe he’d just show up. Every time I was taken out of my room for tests or something, I’d always ask my nurse Mandy to watch in case he stopped by. This whole thing’s honestly just got me going crazy. I just want a chance to apologize and explain.”
“What happened?” Robin asks, but after a stern look from Nancy adds, “If you don’t mind talking about it, that is.”
You take a deep breath and nod your head. The pain meds are still circulating through your system so you find yourself more willing to spill your guts to these girls you hardly knew.
“You know how he called me Sunshine? Well, that ended up being a shit load of pressure. I mean, he didn’t really put it on me—I-I guess I did. But if I brought happiness to his day then I didn’t want to bring him down by telling him the news on my leg wasn’t good. This can be a pretty shitty place to spend day after day so I didn’t want to make it worse on him.
But it’s not like he ever gave me a chance to explain any of this. Just assumed I was lying to him for my own sick enjoyment. Kept going on and on about how I was just like everyone else who ever made fun of him. And that really fuckin’ hurt. Then he called me—among other things—a bitch and I was seething. I was seeing red, spitting mad. So, I…well, fuck, I said something I really didn’t mean. It went too far and I regretted it the moment it came out of my mouth. I tried…I tried to tell him that. But he wouldn’t listen. Not that I entirely blame him. So, I told myself, I’d talk to him in the morning before he left. Then everything would be-be good.”
You didn’t expect to start crying while talking about this—about Eddie, but your cheeks are covered in the wet proof that you did. You’re so flustered that you don’t even register Robin taking your hand in hers.
“Let it out,” she reassures you. “You never told Eddie about any of this?”
You shake your head. “Everyone kept saying how happy I made him. I didn’t wanna be the reason why he’s sad.”
“I don’t think he would’ve been sad,” Nancy tells you. “Concerned, yes. But, I also understand you wanting to shield him from that.”
“He misses you. It’s plain as day,” Robin says, and her words make you start crying even harder. She scoots her chair closer to you so that she can rub your shoulder consolingly. “It’s going to be okay. And I’m not the type of person who is just going to say that to make you feel better. Actually, I tend to say the wrong thing when I’m trying to make someone feel better. But I genuinely believe this is just a misunderstanding you guys are gonna get through.”
“Yeah, if he ever talks to me again,” you say with a sniffle.
“He will,” Nancy says and she sounds resolutely sure in her answer.
Robin and Nancy stay for a little over an hour, talking about people that you don’t know and places that you haven’t been, but you somehow still feel part of the whole conversation with them. It might be the medicine coursing its way through your body, but you feel a little emotional being in a group of girls like this. You hadn’t made a solid group of girl friends away at college, so you’ve been missing this kind of connection.
Once Robin and Nancy leave, they’re not out the door for thirty seconds before Max pounces.
“You love him.”
“What?” You’re so taken aback by her statement that you can’t come up with anything else to say. No point in asking who she’s talking about, since the only guy you knew in their whole conversation was Eddie—and Steve and Dustin a little. But you’d never even thought those words to yourself about Eddie before. Obviously, you found him attractive. Very attractive. And he’s so kind and funny. It’s addictive spending time with him; you always want more. Your stomach flip flops as you come to the realization.
Holy shit. Max is right.
“I know I’m right,” Max says.
Color draining from your face, you turn in her direction. “What?”
She chuckles and shrugs her shoulders. “Knew you were thinking about how right I am. I’m right about most things. Just ask my boyfriend.”
A frantic knock on the door has Eddie hoisting himself up from where he’s slumped down on Gareth’s couch, which is now his makeshift bed. Since he’d been discharged from the hospital, he and Wayne have been crashing there. It’s a nice place; much fancier than the trailer, but it’s not his home. The steaming cup of cocoa that Gareth’s mom made for him reminds him of the shelf of mugs in his own home, now utterly destroyed.
Bet Sunshine could make tonight better, he thinks glumly. She made everything better. The knocking gets louder, snapping him from his pity party. “Coming, coming!” Eddie grumbles, tossing aside the quilt and padding towards the door.
He’s nearly bowled over by Robin and Nancy, who eagerly push their way into the living room. “Um, come on in, I guess?”
“Cool, thanks,” Robin says, plopping down in an armchair. “We need to talk to you, like, now.”
Nancy rolls her eyes. “Jesus, Robs. You make it sound like an emergency.”
“It is an emergency,” Robin protests. “A love emergency!”
“Lucy, Ethel!” Eddie interrupts. “Can you get to the point, please?”
Nancy grins as she delivers the news. “We saw Sunshine today,” she says, watching as Eddie’s eyes widen in surprise. “Max is her new roommate.”
“She misses you, and she is so, so sorry,” Robin jumps in. “She told us that she was going to talk to you the morning after your argument, but you’d already left.” She frowns. “Did you really leave without saying goodbye?”
Eddie buries his face in his hands. “I fucked up. Bad.” He stands up, pacing the room. “But so did she! She—she threw the murder charges in my face! Like it was nothing.”
“She knows,” Nancy says. “And she feels awful about it.”
“And she lied to me,” Eddie adds. “I mean, Buckley, you were there when Harrington said there was a spark. How could there be a spark if she’d just been lying to me?”
Robin breathes out, sharing a knowing look with Nancy. “Eddie,” she starts, “she felt a lot of pressure to keep up this happy, optimistic façade for you. She thought that if she told you what was going on, you’d worry about her.”
Eddie barks out an incredulous laugh. “Of course I’d worry about her! When the people you lo—care about are going through shit, you worry about them!”
“Well, did you tell her about the Upside Down?” Nancy presses, leaning her chin on her palm.
“No.”
“And why not?”
“Because it’s crazy, and unbelievable, and pretty fuckin’ scary!”
“Yeah, well, the stuff she’s going through is pretty fuckin’ scary for her, too,” Robin explains. “And just like you wanted to protect her, she wanted to protect you.”
“Jesus.” Eddie breathes out a long sigh. “What can I—how can I fix this?” A misty film coats his eyes. “I never meant to make her feel like she couldn’t talk to me about her problems.”
Nancy puts a polished hand on Eddie’s shoulder. “I think you should be telling her this,” she says kindly. “Maybe bring her some flowers?”
Eddie perks up a bit at the thought. “Yeah! Yeah, I can do that. Maybe I can go next week, when I’m cleared for longer car rides.” The trip home from the hospital was painful enough; each bump in the road sent shockwaves through his scars.
Robin smiles. “I think she’ll love that.”
“Never thought I’d be taking love life advice from Lady Wheeler and Video Girl,” he muses.
Robin shrugs, clearly not offended. “Better than from Steve,” she says simply.
It’s only been about two weeks since Eddie’s been in these halls, but being able to walk them of his own free will and knowing he can turn around and leave at any time he likes certainly makes it better. Making the familiar walk to his old room, Eddie wrinkles his nose at the scent of antiseptic and whatever disinfectant they use to clean the floors. How did he ever sleep in this place? Bells and alarms are going off every other minute. Eddie feels like he’s going crazy and he’s only been in the hospital for three minutes.
Small bouquet of Sunflowers in his hand, Eddie takes the elevator to the correct floor, then turns right down two hallways, and he’s finally at the room. Before raising his fist to knock, Eddie takes a deep breath to compose himself. He wasn’t sure how he’d be feeling seeing his Sunshine again after their fight, but the correct answer to that would be anxious. He gently knocks on the door frame and pokes his head into the room.
“Who is it?” Max asks, talking to you, Eddie presumes. Or maybe to him, wanting him to announce himself.
“It’s, uh, me,” Eddie says, taking a step into the room. “Um, Eddie.” He glances over at your bed, hoping one quick look would steel his nerves to look at you head on. But he does a double take when you’re not in the bed.
“Hey, Eddie,” Max says. She breaks him out of his confused haze and he steps around the curtain to see her. Considering all that the girl had gone through, she doesn’t look too bad. Casts are still covering the multiple bones that had been broken, but her unseeing eyes were by far the most unsettling. It caused a pit in Eddie’s stomach to know all that she had endured and all she had tried to shield her friends from had landed her here like this.
“How’re you feeling, Red?” Eddie takes a seat next to her bed, your flowers still clutched in his grip.
“So bored,” she says with a sigh. “There’s shit to do around here. I have to listen to everything. Can’t watch anything, obviously. Can’t touch anything ‘cause of these damn broken arms. Only other senses I get to use are my sense of smell to inhale the lovely aroma of body odor and hospital chemicals, and my sense of taste when I have to literally be spoon fed because my body doesn’t work.”
“Jesus,” Eddie says. “I’m thinking I’m lucky now that all I have are some chunks of skin missing from my one man show for some fucked up demonic bats.”
“I’m sorry,” Max says with a sigh. “I didn’t mean to unload on you like that. Just been stuck in my head today.”
“No, no, I get it. But, uh…couldn’t you have talked to… I mean, where is, um,” Eddie stutters out.
“Your Sunshine?” Max asks, a mocking cheesy smile on her face. “Came to see your girl?”
“Yeah,” Eddie says with a sigh. A faint blush comes to his cheeks at Max referring to you in that way. “Where is she?”
“Her second surgery is today,” Max tells him. “They came and took her early this morning and I’m not sure when she’ll be back because they’ll take her to recovery first.”
Eddie’s grip tightens on the flowers in his hands and he makes a conscious effort to take it easy so the stems aren’t snapped off when you get to see them. There’s a queasiness in his stomach as he thinks about you being in surgery right now. Unconscious, doctors working on you, scalpels cutting open portions of your skin. It gives him a full body chill.
“Her mom is here somewhere. In the surgery center’s waiting room, I’d guess,” Max tells him.
“Oh,” Eddie says, suddenly becoming fidgety in his seat. He wants to go out there and find your mom, who will hopefully have an update on you. But he doesn’t want to leave Max all alone again.
“Go,” Max says, as if reading his mind. “Just make sure you switch the television to something else before you leave. If I hear the news cycle one more time I’m going to claw my way out of these casts just so I can turn the channel myself.”
Eddie stands and flips through the channels until he settles on Wheel of Fortune. “How’s that?”
“Kinda hard to play along without seeing the puzzle, but whatever, it’s better than the news. Oh, uh, Eddie? Before you go, can I ask you something?”
“Of course,” he says, slipping his free hand into the pocket of his jeans.
“No one will give me a straight answer. Maybe they don’t know or just don’t want to tell me, but I know you’ll have seen it. Is my home okay? I know my mom’s still staying there, but I want to know she’s safe.”
Eddie frowns and takes a few steps forward to gently place his hand on your shoulder. “Your trailer looks fine. Or, well, I guess I should say it looks the same. None of the trailers in Forest Hills have ever looked ‘fine.’ But yeah, your mom is safe there. No damage or anything like that.”
“Thank you,” Max says, releasing a sigh that’s probably weighed heavily on her for a while.
“Sure thing. Hey, I brought some flowers. I’m gonna put them on Sunshine’s bedside table, okay?” He takes one of the sunflowers out of the bunch and snaps off the branch so he can stick it into one of Max’s twin braids. “Now you look like a real flower child.”
“Can’t hold my fingers up in a peace sign, but okay. Yeah, I’ll tell her the flowers are from you if she comes back in here after you’ve left. Glad to know there’s actually flowers in here though, because I smelled them and thought it was some new cleaning product they were trying.”
“Thanks, Red. I’ll see you soon, yeah?” Eddie asks as he sets your flowers down.
“Wish I could say the same,” Max says and Eddie winces at his phrasing. “I’m messing around. Go find your Sunshine, lover boy.”
“Ugh, don’t call me that,” Eddie whines.
“Fine. Romeo? Lovebug? Casanova?”
“Jesus, just call me Eddie,” he says with an eye roll. He shouts a goodbye over his shoulder as he heads out of the room.
Eddie makes his way to the waiting room, rubber soles of his worn Keds squeaking on the linoleum floor. He recognizes your mom from their brief encounter the day before he left, and he gives her a tight grin.
“Um, hi,” he says. She gives him a confused look, and he realizes how different he must look, freshly shaved and in his normal clothes. “I’m Eddie. Sunshine’s old roommate? And, uh, the one who called her Sunshine, I guess.” He ducks his head bashfully.
Your mom’s expression softens as she recognizes the boy. “Of course! Sorry, it feels like my head is spinning, waiting for the doctor to come out with an update.”
“How long has it been?” Eddie asks, taking a seat next to her.
“Too damn long,” She chuckles lightly as she glances at her wristwatch, letting out an exasperated sigh. “About four hours now. They said it shouldn’t take too much longer than that…”
As if on cue, Dr. Sanoj hurries into the waiting room, fingers clasped together. A knot forms in Eddie’s stomach; whatever’s going on can’t be good.
“I have an update on your daughter,” he says to your mom. “We could speak somewhere private, if you’d like.” His gaze briefly shifts to Eddie, who shoves his hands in his pockets shyly.
But your mom is firm when she shakes her head and says, “no, he can hear this.”
“Okay,” the doctor begins. “The surgery was successful, and didn’t take too long at all. There are some complications, however; possibly due to having two procedures done so close together.”
“What’s going on?” Eddie interrupts.
“We’re having some difficulty waking her from the anesthesia, and she’s spiked a small fever,” Dr. Sanoj admits. “There’s no real cause for concern yet. We’re just going to have the nurses continue to take her vitals.”
Eddie feels your mom’s fingernails dig into his wrist, but he doesn’t complain. It feels good, in a way, to know that he can be there for someone in their time of need. “Can we see her?” she asks the doctor.
He nods. “Yes, of course. You can follow me into the recovery room.” They’re both right on his heels as they make their way down the white corridor. Neither of them say a word, but the fear is palpable.
“You can go in first,” your mom offers. “I need to make some phone calls to relatives and friends. Just let me know if she wakes up, please.” Her tone is hopeful, but Eddie can still sense the anxiety beneath it.
Seeing you in such a vulnerable state twists Eddie’s heart. He doesn’t even realize he’s crying until he feels the tears on his cheeks. Pulling up a chair to your bedside, he takes your hand and brings it to his lips, kissing it gently.
“Sunshine, can you hear me? If you can hear me, please wake up.” He leans over, placing the back of his free hand on your forehead. “Shit, you’re burnin’ up. Small fever, my ass,” he grumbles. He’s always been suspicious of doctors, and he doesn’t trust that this isn’t more serious than the surgeon let on.
“Listen, Sunshine,” he starts. He’s not sure if you can even hear him, but it’s worth a shot. “I’m really sorry that I made you feel like you had to pretend to be happy all the time. That’s never what I wanted. I guess…I guess I figured you’d tell me if something was wrong. Sounds kinda dumb now that I’m saying it out loud.” He gives a small laugh. “And when I found out that you’d been keeping your surgeries a secret, I thought it was just you pushin’ me away. But now I know it’s because you were just tryin’ to protect me.
“And, look, I get it if you don’t want anything to do with me anymore. I’m loud, and impulsive, and I couldn’t pass geometry if my life depended on it. I have no idea what I’m doing after high school, and I wish I could blame the earthquake for that, but it’s all me. Also, in the spirit of honesty or whatever, remind me to tell you the truth about that earthquake thing,” he adds, bringing his thumbnail to his mouth and chewing on it anxiously.
“Sunshine, you’re, like, this beautiful ballerina with these big plans and a heart of fuckin’ gold. And if–when–you wake up, if you decide to never speak to me again, I’ll understand. I mean, I’ll be devastated because, y’know, you’re kinda my favorite person in the whole world, but I’ll get out of your way. But, please, please wake up. I can’t have you dying before you even get a chance to live out your dreams.”
Eddie stops, cocking his head slightly to watch your chest move up and down with each shallow breath. You start to sputter, and his heart lurches at the prospect of you hearing his words and waking up to them.
But the sputtering gets more violent, and one of the many machines connected to you starts to beep loudly. A swarm of nurses infiltrates the room, nudging Eddie out of the way.
“We need all visitors to leave,” one of them tells him, even though he’s clearly the only other person there.
“Is she gonna be okay?” Eddie calls out as he’s being guided out of the door. ���Is something wrong?” He watches as they pull out a defibrillator, attaching the adhesives to your chest before starting it up. He wants to stay and be there for you, even if you aren’t aware of it, but the door is closed behind him.
“You can pull through, Sunshine,” he whispers. “You’ve gotta pull through.” Not many sounds reach him on the other side of the door, and Eddie isn’t sure how he feels about that as he paces back and forth. He’s hardly keeping together when he hears footsteps coming down the hall.
“Eddie?”
He lifts his head to see your mom walking towards him, a confused frown pinched on her face as she approaches. It’s the sight of her that has the impending tears welling up in his eyes.
“Eddie, what’s going on? Why’s the door closed?”
Wringing his hands in front of him, Eddie halts his pacing. His mouth opens but nothing comes out. The longer his silence drags on, the more concerned your mother looks.
“I’m not sure, really,” Eddie says. “I was in there with her then machines started beeping and they kicked me out. They brought some other machine over to her but then I couldn’t see anymore because they closed the door.”
“W-What?” Your mom looks around, seeing if there are any doctors or nurses around that can explain what’s happening to you. She almost bangs on the door but she doesn’t want to interrupt whatever they’re doing in there to help you. “What’s happening to my baby girl?”
Eddie’s eyes were misting over before, but at the heartbreaking tone of your mom, tears start to trickle down his face. He doesn’t know what to do or say. What would you do in this situation? Taking a wild guess, Eddie opens his arms to your mom, who instantly takes him up on the hug. Her head rests on his shoulder and it’s not long before he can feel her tears soaking into his shirt.
“She’ll be okay,” Eddie says. “She has to be.”
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Saccharine Hearts ( ii )
Pairing: Aemond x Reader
Summary: To fall in love with Aemond is one thing. But to question if he truly existed is another.
Warnings: angst? mentions of death, questioning of reality
A/N: Hello! For those who have been waiting I’m sorry for such a late update. I have been busy with school, life, work.. agh! I’ve finally been able to write even if it’s just a little bit. I use this as a little creative outlet whenever I can so I don’t feel burnt out (bear with me y’all 😅) . All writing is just for fun and I hope you all enjoy. (Text written in bold are flashbacks) 🫶🏼.
P.S. if there’s any errors I forgot to proofread 😵💫
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“To love what is no longer there, that is what pains me the most.”
Perhaps you would have seen the signs had you listened to Septa Arsa. They say you’ve gone mad. That your delusions have clouded your judgement. But no, you know that it is real. He is real. The love that has blossomed in your heart is not a fantasy. To be held in his arms that was no dream. Yet you can’t help but lie awake at night, haunted by the fact that he is no longer here.
It was as if the god’s had prevented you from leaving. The night sky was filled with the shattering sound of thunder. Lightening littered the sky like veins, a blaring sign to stay home. A sign you chose to turn a blind eye to. You loved him and he loved you. Nothing could possibly prevent you from seeing him. Until you rounded the corner and there she was. Another crack of lightening pierced through the shadows and there right in front of you was Septa Arsa. The look on her face was one you could never forget.
“My child you’ve gone absolutely mad! If your mother were to hear of this, imagine the outrage that would occur.”
Septa Arsa clings to you, her face glazed over with an expression of horror.
“He is real! I swear to you he is. He loves me dearly. Come with me, we can see him together.”
The smile that graces your lips never falters. Surely if mother knew of our love she would support it. She must.
“Yes, the man you describe is real, but he is dead. For years he has been dead, my darling girl why won’t you listen to me?”
The last time you saw him was many moons ago. Septa Arsa begged you to stay home. She feared that the countless daydreams have blended in with reality.
“Aemond Targaryen: born in 110 AC, deceased 130 AC”
Septa Arsa practically forced you to read the text yourself. Your blood ran cold that night, for how could the man you love, the man you met as a child, actually be dead for years? Perhaps she was right and you have gone mad. Your cries could be heard throughout the halls. For the first time in years Septa Arsa was scared. Seeing the little girl she practically raised change overnight.
Once your mother and father knew of the situation they were ashamed. They needed their daughter to be perfect, the proper lady. Not one who believes her outlandish fantasies were true. The entirety of the keep was walking on eggshells. No one is to utter a word of what has occurred. Fearing that the lord who asked for your hand would no longer desire you.
You were to be kept in your quarters at all times, though you lost the motivation to ever leave them. You didn’t know what to make of your feelings. That numb feeling that seeps deep into your bones, that makes your heart feel as if it has been ripped apart. Septa Arsa enters your chambers but you pay her no mind.
“Perhaps a walk through the gardens? Your father would never know. Or we could read that book you love?”
She’s met with silence.
In all the years she has cared for you she has never seen you in such a state. The headstrong little girl she took care of is now a shell of what she once used to be.
Arsa sighs and moves to sit on the edge of your bed.
“My child what will it take for you to speak once more? Tell me what it is you desire and I’ll do my best to grant it.”
There was only one thing you wanted at the moment.
Him.
But perhaps he was truly not there at all and merely an escape from the life you yearned to get away from. And yet you refused to believe that notion. Ultimately, both you and Septa Arsa decided a nice walk would ease your mind. Being cooped up within four walls did no good for you, especially in your current state. Unbeknownst to Arsa, you made sure you left at the same time you used to meet him. She was skeptical at first but you reassured her it was because both mother and father would be too occupied to notice their brief disappearance. This would be your chance to discover if the love in your heart was from the delusions of your mind or not.
“We’ve walked far enough. Come now before they discover you are missing.”
Arsa was weary of the consequences of her actions. She knew taking you out here could result in your father tossing her out. But she cared for you dearly. This was the first time in a while she’s seen you this determined. You ignore her comment and continue walking until you see that very tree. Arsa grabs your wrist and tugs you towards her.
“Enough. We must go now before-”
“Put your trust in me as I have with you.”
You swiftly cut her off, you did not want to be ignored. Not this time.
“I have not been the best towards you. Perhaps I have been the most stubborn lady you have ever met. But at this moment I need you to trust me.”
You realize Septa Arsa is clutching her necklace of the seven pointed star tightly. Her grip on your wrist never waivers. Tightening to the point where it hurt. That look in her eyes, that look of fear was one you’ve never seen in her before.
“What is it?”
You spoke in a hushed tone as she brought you to her chest with a protective arm. Slowly, you turn your head and it was as if the air had left your lungs. There he was, sitting beneath the tree. The fog from the ground billowed and swirled around his form. His eye patch was gone and his sapphire eye glowed a vibrant blue from the moonlight. Both you and Arsa stare at him with trepidation. The gaze he held was solely on you as his lips curled into a grin.
“… you’re late.”
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Dis Is Live!
wc: 3.2k
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A/n: Inspired from a twitter/X thread years ago
Dreamer M.List
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'𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐈𝐓! Why the hell is this blouse so tight! I could've sworn it fit perfectly before...'
You cringe at the tightness of the fabric as it sticks your chest like a second skin.
Leaving the house in a hurry, it was only until meeting your interviewer face-to-face were you finally able to acknowledge the snug clothing.
Luckily you had enough jitters to bring a jacket and was able to use it as a cover-up.
"So Ms. [Last Name], I understand you have the experience of doing tasks such as scheduling events and appointments?"
You break out of your distressed bubble with a jump before catching sight of the male walking down the hall, quickly trailing after.
"Y-yes sir. I have done countless jobs of setting up plans and meetings during my two-year internship for Yu Inc."
His brows raise at your words. "Yu Inc. you say? That's a very well-known business. Can I ask why you choose specifically this company? Why not stay with them?"
"Well..." You meet his questioning gaze with a small smile, "when creating a name for yourself- especially in the entertainment business- it's a known possibility of failing. But even so, you still had hope and tried. There's not many people out there who would've done what you did. And I admire that. So much in fact that I want to help support what you're doing as much as possible."
He suddenly stops in his stride causing you to give him a lost look.
"You're right. And I'll be eternally grateful for having the determination and people I trust behind me to help make my dream come true. I can't say much of the later future..."
Your eyes slightly widen when he holds out his hand with a blinding smile. "But what I can say that it would be an honor to work with you Ms. [Last Name]."
"Wait...does that mean-"
"Welcome to Hybe Co.!"
"Oh thank you very much sir! I promise to work very hard and contribute to the company." He lets out a hearty laugh when you grab his hands with an energetic shake.
"Please, Bang PD's just fine. No need for such formalities now that you're part of the family."
"Okay...Bang PD." You hesitantly try out his name, jaw clenching at suppressing the urge to address him more formally.
He claps his hands, a gleam of happiness shines in his eyes as they crinkle on the sides. "Excellent! You will officially start working tomorrow morning. Now, before we continue, do you have any questions for me?"
"Yes I do in fact. They're mostly about the contract and all of the benefits from this job."
Bang PD nods in understanding, "Of course, so the benefits you will receive—"
"Bang PD-Nim!"
You both turn towards the frantic call to see a breathless woman running over.
"There's been an abrupt change in the scheduled meeting with Fila Inc. It seems they're only open for today, the next three months have been filled."
The older man's face falls at the news before letting out silent curses. "Alright. Are they already here?"
"Yes. In your office as we speak."
"Okay, let's go then." Bang PD says as he takes a stack of folders from her outstretched hands, but before he could fully exit the room you call out his name.
"Yes?" He answers in a rushed tone, one hand tightly grasping the documents while the other straightens his tie and glasses.
"I'm sorry, but what should I do while you're gone? I mean, you still have to explain to me the rest of what my job consists of. Unless of course, I can come back another day?"
"No!" You jump at his shout causing him to give an apologetic smile, "Sorry about that. But to answer your question, I can't. With the rest of the month's schedule being packed twenty-four-seven, I won't have a free slot to situate you in. So while I'm gone please feel free to walk around and get yourself acquainted with the building. Once I return, I'll be able to answer any questions you have."
"Okay. So when do you think you'll be finished with the..." Your words trail off once realizing that he's no longer there,"...meeting?"
Eyes still planted on the shut door, you finally break the silence with a scoff of disbelief. "Well ain't that a bitch."
Smacking your lips, you stand up with a hum, "Guess I'll go look around then."
With that, you make your way to the door.
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After spending a good twenty-minutes roaming and getting used to routes of the building, you decide its time for a snack break, moving to the nearest snack machine.
You dig through your purse with a sigh and grab the needed amount for your chosen drink. It drops to the bottom with a muted thud causing a small cheer to leave your lips.
Beverage in hand, you continue looking around the building. Music filters from speakers above leaving you content and begin to hum along, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere.
Unfortunately, that peacefulness soon turns into frustration when you try to put the straw into the juice box.
Forcing the weak plastic in with way more strength than needed, your cry of victory quickly turns into one of shock when a good portion of the juice spills on you.
"Goddammit!" You let out a groan, swiftly taking off the jacket before the cold liquid could seep all the way through.
But that action was deemed useless upon noticing a wet spot decorating your once clean white blouse.
'Shit...I can't walk out of here with this big ass stain. I need to get this cleaned up pronto.'
Moving down the hall in search of a restroom, your steps falter when seeing how unfamiliar the area was.
"First the juice now this? Great..."
Body hunched over in defeat, you perk up at the sight of a man coming from the opposite direction.
"Hey-um excuse me!"
He slows down at the sound of your voice, freezing in place upon spotting you.
Scurrying over to him, you plaster an awkward smile. "Yeah..hi? I'm sorry to disturb you, but I new here. And I kinda had a little accident with my juice when I was trying to..."
Unknowingly to you, as you continue to ramble, a pair of eyes take in your figure.
"Oh...shit!" He hisses under his breath as a low gasp escapes him.
"So yeah...I was wondering if you know where the nearest restroom may be located." You finish your statement in time to see him staring at you with a shocked expression.
"Um...hello?"
"Goddamn!"
Your brows raise at the man as he continues to openly ogle at you without a care in the world. "E-excuse me?"
Finally breaking out of the trance with a jump, his eyes shift back and forth from your chest to the unamused expression on your face.
"I-I mean...ah my back! Goddamn I say goddamn!" You blink in confusion when he howls in pain, his body dramatically falling to the ground as he holds his back.
"Oh sh-are you okay?! Do you need me to call someone for you?" You bend down to get a closer look with a concerned frown.
He looks at you with a strained smile before quickly getting up from the floor. "Ah n-no need! I experience this very often, so I can just walk there myself."
"Are you su-"
"Thank you for caring! Have a nice day!" His voice rings throughout the hall as he hobbles away, hand placed on his lower back like an old man.
"Wait! What about the rest...room?" You roll your eyes in irritation, arms crossed with a huff, "well that was quite the first impression."
Turning to start your journey of searching for the restroom once more, you stop when another man appears in your line of view.
"Hi! Excuse me, can you please tell me where your restrooms are?"
"Sure," he looks up from his phone with a smile, dimples formed on both sides, "all you have to do it take a-"
He abruptly stops talking, eyes widening once they take in your-ahem, attire. "Ahh...ek!"
You blankly stare at him as he stumbles over his words, a light blush coating the apple of his cheeks.
"What?"
"Asdfghjk! I-I gotta go! Bye!"
Opening your mouth to question him, it quickly closes when he bolts down the hall, leaving you in the dust.
"...the hell is wrong with these people?!"
Just as you were about to follow after him two more males make an appearance.
If it were any other day, you would've stopped at how shockingly handsome the two were, from the blue and pink fluffy hair on their heads to the way they walked with so much grace and confidence that only a celebrity could do.
But today was not the day to do so.
So while they had yet to see you by the playful jabs and taunting given to one another, you quickly take the chance and stepped right in front of them.
They slightly jump in surprise before relaxing when seeing it was only you.
"Excuse me but can you tell me where the restrooms are?" You force a smile, the clear tone of impatience could be heard in your strained voice.
"Sure thing," the one on the right speaks up with a bright smile, his deep voice strongly contradicting the childish aura around him, "it's...ah..."
His voice trails off as he looks down at your chest, eyes bulging out of his head.
"Well?" You ask, foot tapping in frustration.
"What are you looking at?" His friend asks with a push to the shoulder, but the taller male continues to stare at you in awe.
"I'm sorry. He's not usually like this," the young man giggles, rubbing the back of his head. "So what do you need help with?"
"Finding the restroom. As you can see, I really need to clean this...stain" you explain, gesturing to the vivid patch on your shirt.
"Sure. It's down the hall to the..." his sentence trails off, eyes zoning in on your chest.
Choking on what seemed to be nothing, gibberish spills from his plump lips as he stares unabashedly.
Following where their unwavering eyes went, you snort in disbelief. 'Now this some bullshit! Why the fuck are these grown-ass men acting like a tiddy popped out my shirt or something?'
"Oh yeah? To the what?" You ask, crossing your arms, done with all of the interactions you've faced so far today.
While you hadn't realized the action caused your breasts to pop out even more, these two on the other hand witnessed the entire thing causing them to hold onto each other's arm for support.
"We've seen heaven," one whimper, a dazed look spreading across his face.
"God has blessed this woman," the other mumbles, his eyes never straying away from your chest for one second.
"Excuse me?" Growing unsettled by their intense stares you loudly clap in their faces, snapping them out of it.
"I-I mean, God has blessed us all to live and see another day!"
The bluenette, who seemed to have caught on to what he was doing, quickly joined in.
"Hallelujah! Praise the all mighty and his greatness! God is good all the time, and all the time God is good~" He begins to stomp his feet, happily singing out random church phrases as he bends down with his hands at his back.
You share a lost look with his friend, lips pursed at what seemed to be him having caught the Holy Spirit.
"Do you feel it? I said do you feel i-" Fortunately for you, the male's preaching was ended by the murderous glare of his shorter counterpart.
Turning to you with a smile, you silently awe at the way his eyes disappear into the shape of crescent moons.
"What he means to say was how not only is the Lord good to you, but to us. Come, my brother, and let us rejoice in his name to those in need of it." Yanking his friend by the elbow, they make a run down the hallway.
"But w-what about the restroom?!"
"Just down the hall to your right!" One of them shouts out before bounding around the corner.
"I swear all of the shit happening today better be a one-time thing. 'Cause I'll be damned if I have to deal with this every day." And with that, you make your way towards the bathroom as directed.
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Hoseok's eyes skim over the countless comments with vigor until they land on one that catches his interest.
[Army4life]: Where are the others?
"Um, Suga is right behind me. Say hi to ARMYS hyung~" the rapper leans to the side to reveal the silent male.
Yoongi slowly looks up from his phone with a sigh, a bored look donning his face as he puts up a peace sign before going back to the device.
"Well...but as for the others, they're coming soon! Most likely getting some food."
[Hobi's-Flower]: Have you been taking care of yourself?
Hoseok stares at the sincere question with a small smile. "Yes thank you! I made sure to get enough sleep and eat the right foods."
[JoonsBigDic]: Do you have any kinks?
"W-what?" Faltering at the sudden change of subject, his face flushes in embarrassment and shock, "m-my kinks? I don't think I should answer that."
[SugawiththatTae]: he blushing! Awww
[Mochicoochie]: now I wanna know what it is
[KookieCrumble]: y'all J-Hope got a kink!
[BangtanWhore]: bet it's choking 👀
"N-now wait a minute I never said th-"
His words were cut off by the sudden slam of the door.
Quickly turning towards the source of the interruption, Hoseok frowns at a wide-eyed Jin stepping into the room.
"Hoseok you ain't gonna believe me when I say this shit! When I say my eyes been fucking blessed!"
The idol chokes on his spit and nervously takes a peek at the recording camera. "Hold up! Just let me turn it off right quic-"
"Tell me why this girl walked up to me because she was lost or some shit. But the thing was... she had some big ass tiddies!"
"SHUT UP THIS IS LIVE!"
Hearing the younger male's panicked words, Jin looks at the camera and pales in realization. "Oh..."
The room goes quiet.
Not knowing what to do, they just continue to sit/stand there, eyes constantly shifting from the camera to each other.
"Did...did this really just happened?" Jin silently mumbles to himself as he stares off in space, Hoseok sending him a heated glare from the corner of his eyes.
"Aye y'all!" The duo turn their attention to a giddy Namjoon as he walks into the room, "Did you see the girl outsi-"
Jin and Hoseok quickly hold their hands out with frantic head shakes.
"SHHH! SHUT THE FUCK UP JOON!"
"HOLD ON WE LIV-"
"WITH THEM BIG ASS TIDDIES?!"
Closing his eyes, Jin lets out a sigh and covers his face in embarrassment.
Hoseok, on the other hand, just blankly stares at the floor with pursed lips.
"Did I say something wrong?" Namjoon frowns at their actions before pulling out his phone when it vibrates.
A moment of silence pass as the leader checks the device only for his eyes to widen. "U-um, guys? W-why it...why it say y'all on live right now?"
"Cause we are...fuck! We're in so much trouble..." Hoseok curls up in his chair, heart dropping at the thought of millions of people watching them.
"The hell nobody said anything?!"
"That's what we been trying to tell your stick-bodied ass before you started flipping at the mouth!" Jin roars out at the younger's attempt of blaming them.
Hoseok scoffs at his words. "You ain't no better! If I recall this shit started when you popped up talking 'bout she had some big ass tiddies."
The vocalist's mouth drops in disbelief. "Well excuse me for wanting to enlighten you on one of the best sights of my life! And if we're being honest, it's your fault to begin with."
"What th-my fault?!"
"Yeah! Who the hell do V-Lives without telling anyone else? It's because of your irresponsible ass that we got into this mess."
As the two continue to banter back in forth, Yoongi finally has enough of the drama and gets up.
"Hey...I said hey! I sai-AYE! BOTH OF Y'ALL SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
Satisfied with their obedience, he walks up in the camera view and takes it away from Hoseok's spot.
"Um..." His lips pucker into an awkward pout, eyes shifting before forcing out a fake laugh, "w-we can explain. You see...what had happened was that they just playing around and-"
"AYE YO YOU PEEPED THEM BREASTESES?!" The rapper's excuse was cut off by the loud voice of Jimin as he walks into the room with a trailing Taehyung.
The younger of the two quickly nods his head in agreement. "On God! I'd suck the tiddie juice right out them hoes!"
"ShUT UP!" Yoongi screams out with wide eyes causing the maknaes to freeze in caution.
"The hell happened in here?" Jimin looks at their pale faces in confusion, gaze swiftly skimming over the room only to do a double-take at the recording camera.
"I swear. Acting as if y'all seen a ghost or some shi-fuck! Why'd you do that?!" Hissing at the pain of being jabbed in the side, Taehyung's narrowed eyes follow where the idol was pointing only to widen, "o-oh...y'all filming?"
After catching the sight of Taehyung closing his mouth and Jimin staring at the floor in silent shock, the camera is pulled closer to Yoongi's face.
With the view now consisting of sharp cat-like eyes and a small button nose filling the lens, the others look at one another for the next step.
But even that seemed to be useless since they didn't know what to do.
Taking a look at his phone, Namjoon groans at the wave of comments filling the screen.
[LilMarco]: THEY TALKING BOUT TIDDIES
[Juanpito]: SAY HEY TO MEXICO 🇲🇽🇲🇽
[Kpopper68]: YOU THINK THEY TALKING, ABOUT JESSI?
[ATEEZbby]: CAN'T RELATE #ITTY-BITTY TITTY-COMMITTEE 😞
[Winxanity_ii]: TAEHYUNG SAID SUM BOUT TIDDIE JUICE
'Ah shit...'
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After the shock of what he had just seen finally passes over, Jungkook puts down his phone with a shake of his head.
"I leave to go to the bathroom and all this happens? Tch...can't do shit!"
Getting up from the toilet, he quickly cleans up and walks towards the room next over.
'How the hell we ain't get disbanded yet?'
Peeping into the room, he spots the rest of the members just standing there with lost expressions.
"Ha...I'm just gonna take this." Slowly walking over to Yoongi, Jungkook carefully takes the still recording camera away from his hands.
"Lmao good joke guys! Bye ARMY, saranghae or whatever," giving the camera a stiff smile and wave, he turns it off.
The room goes quiet before Jungkook turns to the group with crossed arms. "Really? Tiddies? And in front of possibly millions of people no less! That's what we gonna risk everything for?"
Heads lowered in shame from the maknae's scolding, eyes are downcasted to the floor in avoidance of meeting his seething gaze.
"So what do have to say for yourselves?"
"Did you..." Everyone turns their attention to Jimin as he gives the taller male a sheepish smile, "d-did you see her tiddies?"
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