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jazjelspen · 11 months

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leaving on wild charted waters [pt.4]

(what if our mc got tired of Night Raven College and all it's inhabitants?)

(what if our beloved mc has...(voluntarily) been helping with decorating for the ball that will be happening in the next few days!?)

(just a “filler” chapter but it's just pure fluff and our mc having a great time with their new RSA friends + fleshing out some RSA students that I may use in future chapters/will get back to angst but as many of you know: our mc needs to be happy!

p.s Neige is actually a nice person in this series, he just doesn’t mean to come off as fake. I just wanted to write a nice version of the character for this!)

(fluff/splash of angst but it's very short)

the ball: part 1

you couldn't be more relaxed. you are currently chilling with your new friends and Rielle on the same shore you stepped your shoes in on your first day here. you all decided that after a long day of studies, activities, and fun ballroom decorating that it'd be a great idea to just relax beside the waters with everyone having each of their favorite snacks and drinks.

you and your friends were quiet since all you could all do was take in the refreshing sea air and the feeling of the breeze kissing your faces, the sound of the water sloshing and splashing also added to the calm ambience of the scene, and of course it wouldn't be complete without the screech of a seagull or the cute chirps of birds. I just can't forget to mention the same beautiful sunset that came upon your first day here also appearing in this exact moment, it really did always take your breath away. 'god, nothing could beat this view' you thought.

you noted how this time when you volunteered to help out with ballroom decorating, that no one actually ever left you on your own or ditched you. everyone did their part, some mishaps here and there, but it wasn't anything none of you could fix. you actually felt as if the work was much less with everyone actively doing their job and not slacking off or disappearing when they have the chance... these guys actually sticked by you and didn't let you down in the slightest. it was as if a splash of the freshest water just hit your face and took off a lot of stains that you had from NRC.

you all reveled in the moment until someone finally spoke up, "today was no joke." your friend, Alex Underlan, spoke in an exasperating tone as he laid with his arms and legs spread as if he's about to make a snow angel in the sand. "it felt as if this day would never end."

the next to speak was Neige Leblanc "we did take awhile to set up the decorations for the ball. thankfully we managed to finish just in time before the setting sun left!" he spoke with a smile as he looked up to see his little blue bird friends sitting comfortably on his hat. "we have to admit we did do a pretty good job on the decorating."

Chenya, an acquaintance from NRC and now very good friends with in RSA, stretched his limbs out in the sand with a loud yawn "beats me, I'm just glad that the hard part is over and we can now nap like kittens!~..."

"I agree with Neige though, we did do a pretty great job with decorating! along with the help of our fellow animal friends too it made the whole thing a bit more hectic yet fun." Rielle chirped in "I do have to admit-- Raps and _____ did an amazing job painting the ceiling and walls for the occasion! it's like those really detailed murals from waaay back then!"

Raps then replied with a bit of a sheepish smile "aww thanks Red, but obviously I wouldn't have been able to get it done in time with my favorite assistant _____ here!--" Raps shook your shoulder gently with the entire group chuckling with each other.

"hey! I'm your only assistant!" you replied with a light giggle "Raps I seriously have no idea how you're not afraid of falling from such a height-- you have immense trust in your hair." you paused " but then again i was hanging onto your hair while painting-- so I actually can tell why you have immense trust in your hair." you all just fell into a fit of laughter together in harmony at the hilarious memory of you freaking out a bit while clinging onto your friend's hair over how high you were to then feeling confident and relaxed while painting the ballroom walls and ceiling with Raps.

after you all calmed down the excitement for the ball started rising in your chest once again "honestly... i'm so excited for the ball. mostly because it's the one ball where I most likely won't have to deal with any people that have underlying personal issues that I have to deal with." you let out an almost happy sigh.

Chenya snickered, knowing well what that referenced to "nahh, no overblots here. don't remember there ever being one since I first came to this rabbit hole." he then closed his eyes as to take a light cat nap.

"me either!" chirped in Neige "but no need to fret or fear, in case an issue does come up we won't ask you to have to take care of it for us. with what you've told us you have seemed to have gone through so much already--" he spoke this next part more lowly " I should've... noticed it back when the VDC event was happening..." Neige sulked a bit but then gave you a small smile "I'm just glad you still came all this way to give RSA a chance _____!.."

"thanks Neige, that's actually... very kind of you to say." you smiled back as one of Neige's little blue birds landed on one of your knees and chirped a small song for you.. how cute and charming. "actually back then at the VDC event I honestly thought you were probably hiding under some super cute and friendly facade but turns out that it's really just you being naturally kind and well... friendly!" almost everyone either choked on their drinks or giggled, basically all collectively agreeing that everyone else thought that too in the beginning of meeting Neige at some point.

Neige paused a bit and looked at you with wide eyes and a genuinely confused smile, processing what you just said as he let out a very confused "huh?--"

"Raps Belleflowe!"

a loud interrupting and snarly voice boomed from behind the group of six, so loud it caused the little birds that rested on you and Neige to fly away! you all simultaneously turned to look at the tall and dark figure with voluminous black curls awaiting for one of you.

Raps sighed in immense disappointment as he packed up any snacks he had out back in his satchel, now looking all gloomy. "well- I'll see you guys tomorrow!.."

Chenya then turned to look his long haired friend with an almost disappointed look too "leaving so soon blondie? not staying over to grab some full grub with us?"

Raps shook his head "ahh...not today guys! maybe next time--" he was about to walk out before he quickly faced the group who all groaned in disappointment together " hey how about to make up for it I treat you all to lunch at school!" everyone still seemed disappointed yet each still gave Raps a thumbs up at his idea.

you all watched him scurry to his father who seemed to be less than pleased, almost scolding him before they both walked seemingly back to the dorms.

"I don't like Raps's dad... always gave me the heebie jeebies, keeps Raps from us outside of school-related stuff, and always gives me low scores on my biochem tests!..." Alex grumbled as he looked up at the sky.

"he is an intimidating individual.. but he seems to be very attentive to Raps and always seems to help him with all the countless hobbies he has!.." Neige tried to seem a bit positive, but he does agree with Alex on the first two things.

"a bit too attentive, I know a helicopter dad when I see one." Rielle huffed before he yawned. "well let's get a meal before we all head our separate ways and sleep like sleeping beauty."

Chenya and Alex both seemed to agree very much with this idea with how quickly they both to stood up in a weirdly comedic way.

you chuckled at this "guess we don't have to tell you two twice."

Alex laughed at your comment "you really don't!"

while the other three got up Neige gently tapped on your shoulder before you got up as well. "hey _____! if you don't mind-- could we take a photo together for my Magicam? I've posted photos with everyone except you, and I wouldn't want to leave you out!" he gave you these puppy dog eyes as he asked, you couldn't help but chuckle at this and nod.

"of course Neige, I'd love to be in your Magicam." you spoke before a bright smile grew on his face and you both set up a pose together in front of his phone's camera.

"1...2..!" and right when he was about to say three he clicked on the camera button and now he has a memory of you two! he looked over the photo "look at us! we look great!"

you nodded in agreement, genuienly impressed with how good you two looked "huh!.. we really do don't we!"

you both giggled together before a loud and sharp 'ahem!' interrupted you both. both pairs of eyes looked up to see all three of your standing friends waiting for you.

Chenya groaned "let's get going slow pokes! Im starting to mistake Alex's stomach growls to that of a lion's roar." the cat tittered before Alex gasped and punched him on the arm, not hard enough to actually hurt him.

"no they do not! fleabag.." Alex sneered.

"awwe! that hurt, blondie #2..." whined the cat.

the rest of you three lightly laughed at the scene before you as Neige and yourself got up together. once the two wrapped up their play fight you all as a group started walking to the nearest shop for a quick meal.

guess you didn't realize that with Neige posting the picture of you two later on in the day that it'd rise hell onto the campus of Night Raven College-- unbeknownst to all of you.

(really short compared to other parts but next chapter will be when the actual ball will happen and all the silly funzies stuff too. as mentioned once again this chapter and the next are basically just fluff and "filler" and to flesh out most of mc's new friends +adding sprinkles and splashes of angst here and there to at least keep it interesting!)

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dokries · 5 days

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always for you (my heart beats)

pairing: hong jisoo (joshua) x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff, comfort

word count: 875

warnings: some crying, passing mention of food near the end, reader not feeling well

author note: hi ! this is another repost, so if you’ve seen it, you probably have :D this is also very self indulgent but. i want a joshua :(

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it isn’t until you step into your shared apartment and slump down on the couch, tossing aside your things on the floor with a loud thud, that you feel the sheer exhaustion set into your bones.

you sigh, wiping your face with your hands before pushing the heels of your palms into your eyes.

today is not your day, to say the least. the drink you bought in the morning had found its way onto your clothes, and though you brushed it off with a weary smile when the barista apologized furiously, you’re just so tired. you don’t know why either, considering you got a decent amount of sleep last night.

lost in your thoughts, you don’t notice the sound of the key turning in the front door’s lock, and joshua making his way over to you.

“darling? are you alright?” he asks, squatting down and gently moving your hands away from your eyes, that are…tearing up? huh. when did the tears start rolling down your face?

“–y love. my love?” noticing that you aren’t paying attention to his words, joshua takes your face into his hands, slowly wiping your cheeks with his thumbs; the pads of his fingers are warm against your skin.

“darling, is anyone in there?” he says jokingly. you hum a reply, not having the energy to form words.

he frowns at your response (or lack thereof) before getting up to sit beside your defeated form. without saying anything, he takes your hands into his before squeezing gently, rubbing calming circles with his thumbs. his bangs fall into his eyes, and you notice how disheveled his appearance is. did he run here on his way home from work?

you aren’t unfamiliar with the sixth sense joshua seems to have when it comes to you feeling unwell. on days you feel off, he often grabs you a drink or small trinket from the shop close by on his way home, only saying that he felt as if you needed a pick-me-up, as if he just knows.

you don’t know how long you stare at that mote of dust in his left eyebrow before your voice comes out in a hoarse whisper. “i’m sorry.”

joshua immediately pulls you into himself, stroking the top of your head. “no, no, you don’t need to apologize to me ever, especially when you feel like this. no apologies in our relationship.”

his chest is warm against your head and you’re suddenly surrounded by his steady heartbeat, keeping him alive. you find yourself wondering if your heart beats as steady as his, even though you’re crumbling in his comforting arms. as his hands rub soothing shapes into your back, you focus on breathing, using the way joshua’s chest slowly rises and falls as an example.

after an eternity, or maybe just two minutes, joshua pushes you back slightly so that your back rests against the couch and he can see your face again.

“wanna talk about it?” he asks softly. you know joshua would never push you to talk if you didn’t want to but you feel like maybe it would help; you know he did it often when he was upset. if it worked for him, maybe it would for you too?

mustering up the energy to speak, you shake your head. “just had a bad day, shua. it just–it felt like nothing was going my way today.” you pause before your boyfriend nods for you to continue, softly grabbing your hands again. “this week has been so hectic, you know? for both of us.”

he smiles softly before bringing your hand up to his mouth, and places a small kiss on the side of it.

“yeah…you’re right. is there anything i can do for you today though?” he nudges your knee for an answer.

you speak hesitantly. “can you…let me listen to your heartbeat?” you see him raise an eyebrow and you rush to continue, face growing warm. “i—i was more calm when i heard it. it’s like, hearing your heartbeat grounds me because i know you’re alive, and i’m alive with you,” you finish, looking down at your intertwined hands.

you hear joshua let out a low breath and look up at his wide eyed expression as he kisses you on the cheek before moving back from your face slightly, your noses almost touching. his tone warm, he calls your name gently. “of course. you can always hear my heart beat, as it beats for you.”

you giggle a little at his slightly very corny line and at his goofy grin, knowing he’s just trying to cheer you up. you move towards joshua’s chest, his arms wrapping around you once more.

you close your eyes, savouring the warmth of being hugged by him, and listen to his heart beat, just for you.

soon enough, you fall asleep and joshua lifts you up slowly before moving you to your bed and wishing you sweet dreams with a peck on the forehead. when you wake up, he’ll make soup is what he plans in his head, as he moves to sit down on the couch.

a small smile creeps up on his face as he puts his hand to his heart. the one beats for you, always.

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dreaamerwrites · 1 year

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[ JEALOUS ]

rating: PG couple: cho guesung x female reader request: "can i ask you to imagine cho gue sung if he gets jealous because of one of the other players?" tags: jealousy, cake, kangin shenanigans, making out in a hotel hallway lol note: reader has had a crush on guesung for a long time. she was starting to wonder if her feelings might be reciprocated while they were apart during the Qatar World Cup, but during a welcome back party for our KNT boys, guesung begins to act very, very strange. /

You realize something is wrong immediately.

You can’t quite put your finger on how you know. He’s standing on the other side of the room, several feet of carpet, appetizers, and rowdy footballers stretching out in the space between you two. Seungho is laughing at his side. Jinsu must’ve cracked a joke, because Guesung appears to be laughing too now. But…

But you can tell something is wrong.

Maybe it’s that tight set to his jaw. (You can see it clench and unclench, an unhappy habit you know he’s been trying to break for months now, per his dentist’s orders.) Or maybe it’s his arms, crossed over his chest. He’s standing broad; feet apart, shoulders squared. He looks half-ready to fight or bolt – and yet, still, he continues to laugh between Jinsu and Seungho. As if everything is fine, as if nothing’s wrong.

His eyes briefly flicker over. They meet yours. You frown at him, trying to ask and convey:

What’s wrong?

Guesung’s expression does not change as he looks away yet again.

“Noona, did you taste this yet?!”

Suddenly a fork comes in line with your vision.

You look to your left, startled. Kangin had been chatting animatedly by your side for the last few minutes but, with Guesung looking so off, you hadn’t been able to pay much attention to the boy. The Mallorca boy smiles down at you with a broad, earnest smile, all teeth and dimples, and you immediately soften.

“No, not yet,” you reply, leaning forward to take the bite of cake he offers to you. It tastes of blueberries and whipped cream. “Are you guys even allowed to eat stuff like this?”

“Of course,” Kangin’s grin grows even wider, a truly impossible feat. “It’s Day 1 of our vacation. I deserve this today. Isn’t it good?!”

The sweetness clings to you, both from the cake and the boy.

“Yes,” you laugh, shaking your head. “It’s very good.”

Pleased, Kangin moves to take another bite for himself now. He’s settled close to you, as he had been for the last hour…

(I’ve missed you, noona! he had exclaimed, as soon as he had found you waiting in the hotel suite, still adding the last finishing touches to the makeshift welcome party you and the rest of the Seoul-based staff had thrown together.

The day had been a hectic one – their flights delayed, the airport erupting into chaos, countless fans lining up outside the hotel where the team had intended to touch base before all going their separate ways. You had been a mess then, hair still up in a sloppy bun, a pile of knotted streamers in your hands. Kangin had nearly tackled you down with a hug regardless.

You should’ve come with us, he had whined, arms still tight around your waist. Qatar wasn’t the same without you!

Over his shoulder, at that moment, you had seen Guesung walk in, face gaunt, eyes tired. He had stopped briefly when he saw the spectacle before him – Kangin hugging you in a wild bear hug, walking you backwards and nearly knocking over a bowl of confetti in the process – before shaking his head and making his way immediately towards the bar cart.)

That had been one hour ago.

And now, Kangin is still pressed into your side, curled up beside you on one of the hotel suite loveseats – and Guesung…

Well, Guesung has still not even come to say hello.

You’re trying very hard not to take it personally. It isn't as if you have any claim on Guesung. He isn't even your boyfriend, after all. You're close of course. You're close with all of them really. But… but Guesung had been different. Had felt different.

Especially over the last few weeks, throughout the World Cup campaign. You two had been talking more than ever. Constant phone calls, constant texts. You had spoken to him more over the last few weeks while he was in Qatar than you had ever before.

(And when he’d fall asleep, mid-sentence, mumbling to you over the phone about just wanting to do well, to make everyone happy, to make you feel proud of him… well, was it wrong for your heart to have flipped at the promise? Was it wrong to start to wonder if, for the first time in years, that perhaps your feelings weren’t so one-sided after all?)

You did well, Guesung. I missed you. I’m proud of you, Guesung. I missed you.

You had had so many things to tell him in-person and yet, now, you can’t even find the courage to approach him from across this very hotel room.

Was it possible for someone to feel far away, even while in the same room? How had he managed to feel even closer, when he had been oceans away before?

“You wanna know a secret, noona?” Kangin suddenly asks.

He’s pressed to your side, radiating a comforting kind of heat that briefly distracts you from how strange Guesung has been all evening.

You force yourself into a brief, small smile before turning to look at Kangin again. He has a small smudge of whipped cream on his Cupid’s bow. He looks as soft, kind, and sweet as ever. A boy, enjoying his cake, just happy to be here at all.

“Sure,” you can’t help but laugh, reaching over to wipe the cream from his lips with your thumb, endeared. He blushes sheepishly at the action, licking at his lips afterwards. This time, you press your shoulder into his instead, laughing teasingly. “What’s the secret, kid?”

This gets him back on track.

Momentarily forgetting his sheepishness, Kangin straightens up, sitting broad in the loveseat with you, shoulder firm against yours. He gives you an owlish, knowing look.

“I’ve been conducting an experiment,” he says, very matter-of-factly.

You raise a brow, licking the icing off your thumb. Kangin doesn’t bat an eye.

“You see, when we were at the airport, some of the hyungs were all making fun of… someone,” he raises a brow right back at you, all swagger now, as if he wasn’t just caught with frosting on his lip. “They all knew you’d be here, waiting for us when we got back, ya’know.”

You’re not quite sure where this is going.

“They were making fun of him, saying that… that someone would probably be soOOOooOo happy to see you,” Kangin hums, clearly pleased with himself. “He tried to deny it the whole trip. Said it wasn’t a big deal. Said he just wanted to see you just like everyone else. Said it wasn’t like that.”

Wasn’t like that. Suddenly your heart is caught in your throat.

“Kangin,” your smile falters.

Kangin’s expression transforms from faux swagger to warm encouragement in a split second. He sets his cake down onto the coffee table and, hands free now, shifts even closer to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

“I needed to call bullshit,” he smiles warmly, no malice lacing his words whatsoever. Just pure kindness and laughter. He radiates so much softness that you can’t even admonish him for swearing. “I wanted to make them acknowledge that: nope, this is exactly like that.”

Kangin squeezes your shoulder firmly, never breaking eye contact with you.

“Noona, you deserve someone who will be honest about their feelings. You deserve someone who will be proud to have you in their life and who will fight to keep you always.”

(Just want you to be proud of me, Guesung had murmured sleepily on the fourth night.

His voice had sounded far away on the phone. You had pressed the receiver closer to your ear. You could catch what he said next just barely. It came so soft and sleep found him so quickly after that you wondered if you had dreamt it all.

Just want you to want me too, he had whispered. Just want you.)

“So I started wondering, ya’know. If this guy can’t even be brave enough to tell his friends that he likes you, then will he ever be brave enough to deserve you?” Kangin continues, this time more flippantly than before. His gaze flickers over to the side of your head but he holds you still, does not let you look away. “So I needed to run a little experiment.”

Suddenly Guesung is standing before you.

This time, Kangin lets you look up, look away. Lets you look up into Guesung’s face, to find his expression pinched and unhappy, his big hand brushing Kangin’s off of your shoulder with focused intent.

Guesung grabs your arm and lifts you up and off the couch.

“We’re going,” Guesung grits out. “Now.”

“Guess I know my answer now,” Kangin laughs loudly, a full-bodied laugh. You can see he has some whipped cream still left on his chin, too, that you hadn’t noticed before.

You glance between the young boy and Guesung in confusion – but Guesung doesn’t give you a chance to squeak out another question.

He leaves behind a laughing Kangin and pulls you further and further away, his hand firm on your arm, fingers pressing into your skin as he pulls you through the crowd of people, his steps so wide that you nearly trip over your own feet to keep up with him.

Heungmin is laughing now, just as loudly, and you can see Jinsu and Seungho doubled over in the corner.

Guesung does not spare anyone a second glance.

He does not even spare you a glance until you’re out, finally, standing in the hotel hallway, the suite room slamming closed behind you. Your back hits the wall.

“I’m – what – what’s going on – ” you sputter, Guesung’s hand still tight around your arm. “Guesung, you’re hurting me.”

He drops his hand immediately, as if burned. Still, he does not look at you. He stares down at his hand instead. His chest is heaving and his expression has morphed from frustrated anger to one of disbelief, as he stares down at his palm. He clenches it closed into a fist, his knuckles white.

Just want you to want me too.

“Sorry, I’m – I’m sorry,” Guesung is muttering now, voice low and gravelly. Thick with something uncomfortable. “I shouldn't have – sorry, I grabbed you. I shouldn’t have – ”

You can hear the party even through the thick hotel room door that separates you from the rowdy footballers. You can almost hear Kangin laughing, still.

Be brave, he’d probably tell you.

Be brave, he’d probably tell the both of you in this hallway.

Slowly, you raise your hand to cover Guesung’s closed fist. His hand is so big, compared to yours, that you can barely cover half of it. You raise your other as well. Cradling his fist in both of your hands, you smooth your thumbs over his clenched knuckles. You can feel him shiver at the touch and finally, finally… you buck up the courage to look up.

To look at him.

Guesung stares down at you, towering over you with his height. He blocks out the hotel light behind him, still breathing heavily, shoulders shaking, and, for once, all you can see is him. The hotel room, the laughter, the party: everything fades away. There is only you, and there is only him.

The silence is deafening.

His mouth is pressed into a thin line. His expression is still unreadable, guarded and unhappy, but the beauty mark just below his eye is so endearing that you can’t help but soften, despite yourself.

For the first time that evening, you think you may finally understand what was wrong all along.

I miss you, his eyes seem to scream. I missed you!

You let go of his hand to reach up to cradle his face carefully instead.

“It’s okay,” you whisper into the silence of the hotel hallway. “Don’t be sorry.”

Be brave!

“I missed you too,” you admit quietly.

The change in his expression comes so swiftly that you can barely register it before he crushes you against him. He presses your face into his broad chest and wraps his muscled arms around you tightly, desperately. He holds you so close that your own chest rises and falls with each breath he takes. His breath is warm and harsh against your ear, a faint whine of unhappiness rising up when you wiggle in his arms, trying to free your own arms so that you can wrap them around him. Only when your arms circle his waist does he finally let out a ragged, relieved sigh.

Still, he does not let you go.

“I hated it. All of it,” he mutters into your hair. “Everything in there. I'm sorry. I hated that Kangin was the first one you saw. I hated that he was with you all night. I hated that we didn’t speak and that you didn’t look at me and that you were looking at him and –”

He’s rambling now, all nonsense and tight breaths.

You smooth your hand down his back. Follow the curve and dip of his spine. Rub soothing circles into the base. He seems to melt into you at the touch, though he’s careful not to rest his weight onto you.

You don’t think you’d mind it, really. You tug him closer, still.

“I didn’t know,” you whisper back quietly. “I’m sorry too.”

This stops the rambling.

Guesung seems to go still in your arms. And then, unwillingly, reluctantly, he slowly pulls back. His hands are locked behind your back so neither of you can go very far, but he pulls back just enough to get a better look at your face. You’re not sure what you look like. Your hair feels like a mess, from being pressed up against him just now, and you’re sure you’re flushed as well – but…

But Guesung looks at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

And, damn, if he isn't the most beautiful thing you've ever seen as well.

His mouth is red and his cheeks are flushed. He stares down at you with such intensity that you want to squirm under his gaze, but still he holds you in place. You swallow. His hair has come loose, the pomade softening, and a few strands fall into his forehead. You want to push them back. You want to hold him closer. You want him to…

“You didn’t know?” Guesung asks softly, breaking your train of thought.

You shake your head slowly. He licks his lips. Watches you watch him too.

“You didn’t know that I’ve missed you like hell for the last few months? You didn’t know that the first person I wanted to see after our Portugal match... was you?”

Guesung’s gaze never leaves yours.

This time, you do shiver.

“You wanted to see me first?” you reply shakily, a slight tremor in your voice.

Guesung sweeps one hand up from your waist to the side of your neck. Normally he runs cold, you know, but today he is warm, skin hot against yours. His thumb smooths over the slope of your jaw, the touch purposeful and tender.

“I always want to see you first,” he replies, just as shakily, his voice giving him away.

You cannot hear Kangin laughing anymore. You do not hear anything but the sound of Guesung’s soft voice and your own heart thumping loudly in your chest. It’s time to be brave now.

“Good,” you reply.

You tilt your face up to Guesung. And then, staring into his eyes, you lift yourself up onto your tippy toes, rest your hands on his shoulders, and lean up and into him.

When your lips find his, the first kiss is unbearably soft.

A barely there brush of your lips at first – but then there's a second, and then a third.

By the fourth, Guesung is hungry as he pushes you back further against the wall, one leg slotting between yours, his big hand cupping your cheek to tilt your mouth up and open for him even more.

“Missed you,” you murmur between kisses, his tongue catching your bottom lip. You shiver when his other hand stops at the small of your back, thumb sweeping across the stretch of skin there that appears as your shift lifts just slightly. “So proud of you. ‘M so proud of you. Wanted to tell you all night.”

He shakes in your arms at this, holding you closer, his thigh warm between your legs.

“Proud of me?” he mumbles back, pressing another kiss at the corner of your mouth, nose brushing against yours. “Missed me?”

You nod, dizzy now, breathless as he kisses you in earnest. Your hand finds its way into his hair and you give the strands a light tug, pulling him back slightly. When he tilts back, you can see him clearly now. Mouth wet, pink with your lip balm, his hair even more mussed than before. He’s heaving now, chest rising and falling with each desperate breath.

You can taste that cake still – blueberries and whipped cream clinging to the backs of your teeth – but you can taste Guesung too, you think. You lick your lips.

He seems to melt at the sight.

He sags against you, pressed firmly against you, wedging you between his thighs and the cool wall behind you.

“Did you really?” he leans closer, pressing his forehead to yours.

For someone who just kissed you as if their life depended on it, a flash of uncertainty shines in his eyes.

Oh, Guesung…

You decide to be brave enough for the both of you.

“I did. I’m so proud of you. And I missed you so much,” you answer steadily. Your hand in his hair is gentle. You brush the strands back slowly, carefully. Breathe in his cologne and let yourself get dizzy with it. “Wanted you. So much.”

Guesung looks dizzy himself.

He nudges his nose against yours. You’re sure the position must be uncomfortable for him, towering so high above you but leaning down so that he can reach you, like this. He does not seem to care. The uncertainty in his eyes seems to be fading now.

“Really? You wanted – want me?” he clears his throat. Presses himself closer to you, all heat between your legs, shuddering when your fingers card through his hair, nails grazing the nape of his neck. He tries to laugh shakily. “Even more than Kangin?”

The joke catches you so off guard that you let out a helpless, breathless laugh.

“Is that really a question?” you ask, looking down at the predicament you two are in briefly before looking back up at Guesung. Do you see this right now? is what you should really be asking. Instead, you decide to humor him. “Of course more than Kangin. More than anyone else. Always. I wouldn’t be out here kissing Kangin like this!”

This seems to appease him.

He crowds against you even closer, nuzzling your nose with his, sneaking a quick kiss to your cheek.

“Good,” he murmurs. “Only kiss me like this. Only want me. I know I only want you.”

You know there will be lengthy conversations after this. You know the two of you will need to discuss your feelings properly – will need to iron this out and speak like adults, rather than kiss-drunk kids who want only to be wrapped up in each other’s arms. You know that that will all come...

But for now, you let yourself have this.

Be brave.

“Only want you,” you promise, voice soft. Reassuring. Guesung is warm and solid in your arms.

He is everything you could ask for at that moment.

He is everything you could ask for always.

“I promise.”

Bonus cut:

Several minutes later, after a few more lengthy, hungry kisses:

Guesung fixes his hair, ruffling the strands between his fingers, as he gazes at you thoughtfully. You raise a brow at him, as you readjust your shirt, trying to tuck it back in from where he had pulled it loose.

“What is it?”

He purses his lips, a curious look in his eyes.

“You tasted like… blueberries. Do you always taste like berries?”

You pause.

And then, schooling your expression into the most neutral one you can manage, you sniff: “Did you get to try the cake we got for you guys? It’s blueberries and cream. …Kangin fed me some. Didn’t you see – ”

(Really, you both had tried to straighten yourselves out in vain. What was even the point of trying to straighten out your shirt again?)

You yelp when Guesung reels you back in, big hands immediately grabbing onto your hips as he pulls you closer, staring at your mouth with intent, chasing you for another kiss.

“I’ll kiss it away. Gonna kiss you til you taste like me instead,” he growls roughly, mouth open and wet against yours.

You can only laugh into the kiss in agreement.

#cho gue sung #cho gue sung imagines #no proofreading we die like men #LOL #soccer fanfic

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starrvsn · 8 months

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` ִ ꔫ ۫ ⊹ J.HARLOW ࣪ ˖ WHEN YOU COME HOME TO ME.

pairing: reader x jack harlow

what to know | fluffy! domestic!au, jack being the cutest lover ever, life with jack be like <3, established-relationship!au, this is all fiction! — lowercase is intended.

☆ on rotation: lovesick by laufey, 20191009 i like her by mac damarco, in a good way by faye webster, love of my life by harry styles.

star left a message! my first jack fic! please let me know what you thought about 🩶 i hope you enjoy :)

“when do you think mama's gonna be home, hm?” jack quietly inquires to alpine. gently patting her back while she lays comfortably on his lap. alpine shifts looking up at jack with wide eyes, her ears fluttering at the sound of your title around the house. jack chuckles scratching behind her ears, wondering how a cat can be so adorable.

recently his schedule has been clearing up which meant shorter days in the studio, less days away from home and more time for you. he missed you during his hectic work days especially since your schedules clashed so much, you barely got to see each other despite living in the same house. he fell so easily into a routine with you now that he’s home more and today was one of those days. a few hours ago jack had came back from studio, took a small nap, made a small dinner (very small since his cooking skills are very limited) for the two of you, took alpine on a walk around the neighborhood in a cat sling (which you think he hates wearing but he actually loves it)and finally got ready for bed. during that time he got a message from you telling him you’d be working late due to some complications in some documents that make jack’s head hurt to even think about. it’s now around midnight and you still haven’t gotten home, there wasn’t any other updates from you after you sent around seven.

worry bubbles in jack’s chest as time goes by, it wasn’t out of the ordinary that you came home late especially recently since you’ve been busy with projects at work. he didn’t want to sound clingy but he missed you when you weren’t home with him, only alpine and the many house plants you’ve names to keep him company. he realized how this how you must've felt when he was gone. jack has also gotten so used to sleeping in bed with you that he can’t sleep without you. ever since you started dating you always slept together which made it difficult when he was on tour and the only remedy for that was sleeping on face time with a build-a-bear teddy that smelled like you; call him crazy but it helped but is a secret kept from everyone except you. hence why he’s currently staying up so late, it doesn’t matter how long he has to wait or how tired he feels after work. he wants to be there when you get home. make sure you come home safe and sound. this became a sort of routine between the two of you, though you always tell jack there’s no need for him to stay up, knowing how early he gets up to get the most out of his day— jack is as stubborn as a bull, it didn’t matter what time he wakes up the next day, he just wants to be with you. you don’t know the exact reason as to why he waits for you to come home. all you know is that he wants to make sure you come home safe and that keeps you content. jack is also shy to tell you the exact reason so to keep himself from embarrassment he’ll be keeping the real reason to himself.

jack sits in the lounge, his laptop atop his lap looking over emails and and beat samples when he had the chance while his other mindlessly pets alpine, being sure not to do to much because jack cannot handle another one of her bites or scratched. this was one of jack’s favorite ways to pass time while waiting for you, sometimes he’d be reading a book or watching show. after a while jack gets bored of his scrolling and moves to the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea, alpine following behind him. her meow’s resonating throughout the home. as he pours hot water into his mug he hears the sound of the door rattling. you’re home. hurriedly, jack dips his tea bag into the mug before plucking alpine in his arms before she can get to the door before him– meaning she gets to see you first, which he was not going to let happen. with alpine safe in his arms, jack jogs his way to the main entrance, rocking on his toes like a little child. he’s excited you’re home but when is he not?

a beeping noise emits from the door and soon reveals you in your full glory, beautiful as ever. alpine meows at your arrival as a wide smile grows on jacks face “welcome home.” he welcomes in a gentle tone. the sound of his voice makes you heart warm, a voice you’ve been yearning to hear this whole day.

“stayed up again?” you implore, pulling off your shoes before walking into the threshold. approaching your lover, awaiting your warmth.

“actually i was catching up on emails n stuff, ended up losing track of time.” he reasons, excuse the same as the last. watching as you coo at alpine before taking her in your arms, purring as she get’s comfortable in your arms. jack’s heart feels full at the sight. you nod absentmindedly at his reason, walking into the kitchen. jack hasn’t given his welcome home kiss yet, huffing with a pout— unsatisfied, he follows you like alpine did him earlier.

“did you not miss me?” he whines wrapping his arms around your waist, halting your movement. you giggle at his clingy behavior melting as he presses a kiss to your lips. a content sighs leaves him— finally feeling his lips against yours after a long day. alpine meows again, ever so talkative. jack pulls away from you, leaning his cheek against the crown of your head. joking about alpine always ruining the mood. basking in the comforting silence and alpines purrs, forgeting about the tea sitting on the counter— gradually getting cold.

“you don’t always have to wait up for me, you know.” looking up at him, taking in his features- counting over the freckles that adorn his face. a face you’d never tire of. eyes full of love and appriciation jack almost melts at the sight of you looking at you, almost falling in love with you over again. a loving smile adorns his face, a hand brushing hair out of your face. he replies,

“i’d always wait for you my love, you know that.”

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#jack harlow #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow fanfiction #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow x you

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myka444 · 1 year

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Your Diary

Pairing: Miles Morales x Reader

Description: Miles finally tells you that he’s Spider-Man.

A/n: Somehow I only get writing ideas when I listen to songs I don’t know how that works💀

2:36 AM

Late into the night you found yourself wide awake staring at your ceiling. The sound of rain outside your window helping you relax, it had been falling for quite some time and it seemed to not be letting up anytime soon. The night was cold and the patter of water against the window pane would waver from time to time.

Since your bedroom window faced the rest of the city it was never dark in there as if it just never seemed to sleep. Together with the illumination of the buildings and streetlights, the rain cast shadows on your bedroom walls creating an almost hypnotic image.

It was calming and after the hectic day you had you needed it. Miles had skipped class again today making it his 6th time this semester, you’d text him and make sure he was ok to which he’d reply with—

“Oh yea I’m fine just got caught up, I’ll see you later!”.

While you trusted him with your entire being you knew something was up and not even he could hide that from you. In the past year his behavior had drastically changed, going from having many friends and being very social to just having you and Ganke.

He had done a complete 180 and completely abandoned his social life like he just didn’t have the time to make friends anymore. Which he didn’t, whatever was keeping him busy you barely even saw him these days with the only exceptions being in class and even then he didn’t show up sometimes.

While you weren’t one to pry something in the back of your head was telling you that there was something going on and you needed to get to the bottom of it.

Random cancellations on hangouts and dates had been going on for too long and you needed to know why, so with a sudden burst of energy you sat up in your bed and grabbed your phone off of your nightstand. As you unlocked it you started to feel anxious but there was no backing out as you had already opened up your messages with him.

Today 2:53 AM

You: Miles we need to talk

Read 2:54 AM

You: Miles?

Read 2:54 AM

“There’s no way this man really just left me on read..” You whispered in disbelief as you placed your phone back down.

While trying to process what had happened the rain outside had grown heavier and soon enough you started to hear the slight rumbling of thunder. Giving up didn’t seem like the right thing to do but since it was 2 in the morning there wasn’t much you could do about the situation. You shook your head and sighed heavily as you rubbed your forehead in frustration and decided to just try again later in the morning.

With your failed attempt still heavy on your mind you retreated back into the comfort of your bed and pulled your duvet over you, after warmth had finally enveloped you, you closed your eyes and within a few minutes you had fallen asleep.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

You stirred in your bed as you began to hear a faint tapping sound coming from the far side of your room. ‘probably the rain..’ you thought as you turned towards the wall and repositioned yourself so you could be more comfortable.

The consistent tapping had gradually grown louder and despite wanting to ignore it, you just couldn’t. Sitting up in your bed you yawned as you still felt a bit tired and then you looked over to where the sound was coming from and in your window you saw…Miles?

He waved awkwardly and smiled a bit and gestured down to the bottom of your window, you thought for a second and finally decided to get out of your bed and walk over to your window. The floor was cold so it took you a moment to adjust to the sudden change in temperature as you walked over to let him in.

When you finally reached the window your hands met with the bottom of it, you unlocked it quickly and lifted the bottom of it as to not have him standing out in the rain for too long. As soon as you were done he stepped inside carefully so he didn’t trip, the rain outside drenching him from head to toe. He had on his jacket, his hood was on to somewhat shield him from the harsh weather but it didn’t do a great job.

After a second he removed his hood from his head and sighed, as he did you saw his shoulders lower a bit, almost as if he had been holding in the breath for a while. Your eyes darted across his entire being as you tried to make sense of why he was in your room in the middle of the night. He looked out of breath like he had been running..had he ran here?

“Miles, why are you..?” You start to ask in disbelief but end up trailing off mid sentence.

He opens his mouth to speak but immediately closes it as he starts to think of what to say, you raise your eyebrows in confusion and tilt your head slightly. He catches on to your body language and starts to speak.

“(Y/n)..I have something to tell you.” He spoke, a slight waver in his voice, he was nervous.

You nodded slowly and looked at him expectedly waiting for him to continue.

“I know I’ve been like really..really distant lately and you don’t deserve that, like at all there’s just been a lot going on and I think you deserve to know why.” He expressed.

He inhaled deeply and then unzipped his jacket with a slight tremble in his hand, you held your breath and crossed your arms around your body. Underneath his jacket he revealed a black suit and a recognizable red symbol displayed on his chest, your eyes widened as a sudden realization hit you all at one.

The absences from class, change in behavior, randomly leaving in the middle of hangouts and dates. It had all made sense now and the way that he’s standing in front of you inside of your room being vulnerable like this made you feel nothing but pity for him. To have a secret like this and not be able to tell anyone, the burden is unimaginable.

So without any hesitation you go to hug him, when you wrap your arms tightly around him you feel him relax like a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders. It didn’t take him long to return the gesture as he wrapped his arms securely around you, he then rested his forehead and your shoulder and the two of you stayed like that for what felt like hours although in reality it was only a few minutes.

“I don’t feel any differently towards you, I’ll be the loyalty you need you can trust me Miles.” You pull away from him and grab his hand firmly and look him in his eyes. Mixed with the luminescent lights of the bustling city his eyes glowed as they stared back at you.

“I wanted to tell you as soon as I found out but I just couldn’t, I didn’t want you to be in any danger.” He admitted as he looked to the floor feeling ashamed, you grab his chin gently with your other hand and turn his head to look at you.

“You know I don’t blame you for not telling me right? I understand.” You spoke almost whispering, he nodded slowly as he thanked you for understanding.

Suddenly you lead him over to your bed and gesture for him sit down and you do the same not letting go of his hand.

“Here you can be yourself.” You start as you looked back over to your window and notice that the rain has started to let up a bit, the sound of thunder also receding.

“No one has to know what you are feeling, no one but me and you.”

“Your secret is safe with me..”

A/n: ok so I’m finally posting on this app after idk how long of having it but it’s about time, please request with any ideas ya’ll have for a story!

#miles morales #miles morales x reader #fluff #late night #reader insert #miles morales x you #miles morales x y/n #established relationship #atsv miles #astv #across the spiderverse #spiderman

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cloudcountry · 1 year

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a sleepy safe space

Genre/Tropes: Just a whole lot of fluffy cuddling and sleeping together. Sharing a bed I guess?

Summary: Five times you and Silver slept around each other.

Author's Comments: hello! for those of you who don't know, this is silver's labwear groovy art!! it is gorgeous and NOBODY talks about it!! thank you for your time :D

~~~~~

“You’re not sleeping.”

You turned on your side to face Silver, his violet eyes wide open (surprisingly enough.)

“You aren’t either.” you murmured.

“I was watching you.” he breathed, eyelashes fluttering delicately, “I wanted to make sure you were okay. You were tossing and turning a lot.”

“Oh.” you sighed, rolling your body closer to his warmth. “I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

“It’s fine, you didn’t wake me up. I was already awake.” he replied, crooking his arm so you could rest your head on it like a pillow, “I don’t want to sleep until you do.”

“That’s sweet, but you need to rest too honey.” you whispered, nose pressed into the fabric of his shirt, “You have training tomorrow. I don’t want to keep you up.”

Silver hummed, using his other arm to pull you closer. Your brain felt hazy as the moonlight bathed your bodies, the sheer curtains in his room fluttering in the wind like a bridal veil. You looked back up at Silver only to see that his eyes had fallen shut. As you suppressed a giggle, you ran your fingers through his hair as his chest rose and fell.

How did you get so lucky?

There was no one quite like Silver in NRC or even in your own world. Nobody could give you as comfortable of a safe haven as he could, especially not in this hectic school where you were constantly under threat of Overblots or some arrogant student or even Crowley himself.

“Silly Silver.” you pressed a kiss to his forehead before allowing your own two eyes to slide shut, “I love you.”

~~~

“You’re here again?” he asked, looking surprised even though his voice was totally monotone.

“Yeah. I’m dead tired after all of the work I had to do for Crewel.” you mumbled, falling into Silver’s arms, “I need cuddles.”

“Okay. Let’s go get ready for bed.” he said, holding you close as he led you to the bathroom.

Picking up the toothbrush you’d left here a month ago was almost like second nature now from how much time you’d spent over at Diasomnia. A lot of the fae here weren’t too fond of the two human students, but since Silver belonged to this dorm and you were Malleus’s friend, they all held their tongue. (For the most part, Sebek never really did though.) You tried not to let it bother you, and Lilia and Malleus assured you that you were always welcome (Lilia typically cooing about how cute you and Silver were, the old man.)

As the two of you brushed your teeth, you found yourself growing sleepier and sleepier. Silver’s habits must have been rubbing off on you. You shook the sleepiness away as best as you could, leaning down to spit out the toothpaste and wash off your toothbrush. Turning to your lover, you were strike dumb by what you saw.

Silver had sat down on the toilet seat at some point and had fallen asleep. His toothbrush rested next to him, already washed off. You barely held back an affectionate laugh as you reached over to shake him away.

“Good morning, dear.” you joked as his eyes fluttered open, “Are you ready to head to class now?”

“Huh?” he murmured, rubbing his eyes sleepily, “Oh…I fell asleep. Sorry.”

“It’s okay honey. Today was a long day.” you chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear, “Let’s get you to bed, yeah?”

~~~

“Are you back to see Silver again?” Sebek gaped at you, staring as if you’d never been here to see Silver before.

“Yes. Had a bad day.” you grumbled, standing at Diasomnia’s door with a frown on your face, “Do you know where he is?”

“Human! You should know better than to interrupt Silver’s training! He’s training to defend the Young Master-”

“Uh huh, and I can see you’re also very devoted to that training.” you snarked, rolling your eyes, “Just tell me where he is.”

“No need. He’s in his room.” Lilia said, dropping down from the ceiling like a bat, “We finished up a little bit ago. He’s all yours.”

“Thank you, Lilia.” you smiled weakly.

“Wha- I am most definitely interested in my training! A human like you wouldn’t understand!” Sebek yelled, face flaming red.

You waved dismissively at him as you made your way to Silver’s dorm, intended to crash the second you got to his bed. The door swung open without any resistance, and the second your school bag hit the floor Silver popped his head out from under a pile of blankets.

“Oh. Hey.” he mumbled, reaching out to you with his right arm, “I was just napping. Do you want to join?”

“As if you even have to ask.” you replied, kicking the door shut.

He smiled a bit at that, smacking his hand against the bed until he found the edge of the sheets. The second he lifted them up, you flopped down next to him and encased yourself in the warmth underneath the sheets.

“You’re an angel.” you mumbled, burying your face into his chest as he wrapped an arm around your waist.

He said nothing in response, but the bright pink flush on his cheeks spoke for itself.

~~~

“Pssst.” you poked the side of his face, trying to wake him up, “Hey. Silver. I love you and all, but my arm is falling asleep.”

“Mm…Sorry. He mumbled, rolling off of your arm and onto the desk, face squished against the wood.

Trein didn’t seem to notice either of you whispering away as he called on Sebek, who answered his question with a booming voice and far too much enthusiasm. You barely concealed a snort with a cough as Trein turned back towards your side of the room, eyes brushing over you as if you weren’t even there. Normally you’d take this as a snub because of your lack of magic, but today you were just thankful because that meant he’d ignore the sleeping Silver next to you, too.

“Hey, I didn’t say you had to stop using me as a pillow.” you whispered as you leaned closer to his ear, eyes still pinned on Trein as he wrote some important date on the chalkboard “We just need to adjust a little.”

“Oh.” he sighed, scooting closer and pressing his cheek against you, “Sorry.”

You didn’t respond, choosing to marvel at his beauty instead of destroying the moment. Silver’s eyes fluttered open at your silence, his brow furrowing in confusion as he looked up at you.

“Is something wrong?” he asked, placing a gentle hand on your knee.

“No, no. Nothings wrong. You’re just really pretty.” you chuckled, swooping down to kiss his forehead.

He immediately turned red, lips parted ever so slightly in surprise. His eyes flickered nervously away from your smiling face as he cleared his throat, slowly rising in his chair.

“I definitely can’t sleep now.” he mumbled, staring straight ahead with the most wobbly smile you’d ever seen him wear, “Um…do you know what war he’s talking about?”

~~~

His training had gone over today.

Silver was panting by the time it was over, his stomach growling with hunger. Sebek was standing tall beside him, hands clasped behind his back and his chest heaved with exertion. Lilia seemed pleased with their performance and released them with a wave of his hand. Sebek bowed to Lilia before marching off to the dining hall, Silver turning towards the dormitories.

He’d left his beloved all alone in his dorm room, without the cuddles they so desperately yearned for. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and released all the stress of the day in a single sigh, closing his eyes for a brief moment as he stalled in the middle of the courtyard.

He should get back to them as soon as possible.

Despite his exhaustion, his feet carried him back to his dorm quicker than ever before. The promise of your love and the gentle white noise of his dorm made it seem like he hadn’t spent half the day training to be Malleus’s guard. If there was one thing he could appreciate you for more than anything, it was that you never saw him as an extension of Malleus like so many did because of Diasomnia’s reputation and his position with his Housewarden. You saw him as the human that grew up in a place known for its hatred of humans, the man that devoted his life to Malleus (and now you), and the one you could always run to if you ever had a problem.

Just the fact that you noticed him in the first place was nothing short of incredible.

He was Silver first, Malleus’s guard second.

Pressing his palm to his dormitory’s door, he heaved another sigh before entering.

“I’m back.” he murmured.

His eyes landed on your form in his bed, the bundle of blankets twisted up in your legs. His eyes widened just a bit when you snored, the sound so adorable that he couldn’t help but smile.

For once, you’d fallen asleep before him.

Silver took off his shoes, shedding his blazer before collapsing into bed with you. His arms found their place around your waist, and even in your sleep, you snuggled closer to him. Silver allowed his eyes to shut, and your breathing to lull him into dreamland where he knew he would dream of you again and again.

#auburn's fics <3 #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #disney twst x reader #twst x reader #silver x reader #twst silver x reader #silver fluff #twst silver fluff

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marilynthornhilllover · 5 months

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The New years kiss

Addison montgomery x sub!fem!reader

Warning: smut: fingering, cunniligus, praise kink, mommy, kink, engagement, stress, long distance relationship, guilt, fluff.

A/n: aw thank you so much anon! Happy new year, hope you enjoyed!<3

You and addison have been together for two whole years - well today marks that milestone. You met addison at the hospital when you went to pay your close friend a visit when she had gotten into a very bad motorbike accident, it wasn't serious thank God and addison patched her up really nice - your friend only walked out of the hospital with a couple bruises on her knee. After that you two kept seeing eachother and things escalated.

When addison asked you to be her girlfriend she did mention that she won't be home much, she'd have to move between Seattle and New York quite often, she was barely at home or barely even called and when she was at home she'd be too tired to even move a muscle, you would cook for her, do her laundry and in two days time again she had to leave. Everytime she walked out of that door it broke your heart more. You understood that it was her job but sometimes you felt alone with your problems and thoughts.

You would feel as if the weight of the whole world was crashing down on your shoulders and you had the bare the pain or pay the price. You wanted to have a talk with addison, maybe the two of you could take a break - a short break. She's been back and forth for the past five months that you can't even remember the last time the both of you even kissed or had sex. Not that it mattered but you just missed your girl. You missed her hugs, her kisses, the way she'd comfort you when you having a bad day.

You desperately needed her love and attention. And with her job as a surgeon being complicated and hectic you can't even remember how her embrace feels. Most mornings you would wake up with cold sheets and a note, or in the middle of the night she'd rush out of bed on the phone after being called for an emergency.

Addison knew the damage that her job was doing to you and she knew you wanted to talk about it, that's why she did extra shifts today so that she could be at home for new years and two long weeks after. She couldn't even remember the last time the both of you even watched a movie.

Her breath hitched as she pulled up her hand brakes to her car and put it in park. She sighed a breath of relief, exhaustion and guilt. With one more sigh she grabbed her bag from the passenger seat and got out. She stood infront of the door and looked at the house, it was a long time since she saw it or hell a long time she since she stood on the porch. She could hear you singing inside as the vacuum roared.

She chuckled as she used the spare key to open the door entering slowly and unnoticeable as possible just as a thief would, after all she didn't really wanna scare you. She threw her keys into the key bowl , slipping out of her heels as she used the wall for support and balance. She saw you emerged from the dinning room area and her heart sank as you froze in place. Both your gaze locked on eachother as addison stood up straight.

It was like the world has stopped rotating and time has become frozen. You didn't know what to say or what to do. You've thought of this moment for the past six weeks, you'd run into her arms and hug her, kiss her cheek, make her favorite cupcakes - but now all emotions and odds left you because you just stood there lifeless. A part of you wanted nothing more than to hug the life out of her and lock the door so that she wouldn't go back but, you knew deep down that would never happen. Maybe she do love ger job more that her relationship with you.

But then again.... there was that other part of you fighting against your thoughts and motives. " she's gonna leave again don't get attached" you gulped as you snapped out of you toxic trance. Addison was looking at you with so much emotion, you looked deep past her bold green eyes and you could read her like a book. She felt guilty.... it was clearly eating away at her chest. And the longer you stood there not moving it broke her heart more. She could feel it shatter into pieces.

You were positive that atleast ten minutes had passed.

You sighed as tears filled your vision as you walked out to her and hugged her, she was quick to hug back. She didn't care if you were sweaty, she wanted you to know that she cared.

" Your home....." You mumbled into her, as you sniffed. She gently grabbed your face forcing you to look up at her. You could see tears falling down her cheek as more piled up in her beautiful eyes.

" I'm sorry, my love. I promise I'll make up for the lost time, don't break up with me" she whispered placing her forehead against yours. You chuckled as you looked up at her, wiping away her stray tears as her soft skin was felt under your finger tips.

" I could never break up with you Addy" you whispered as both your lips connected in a hasty kiss. It was so slow and sloppy. One of her hands moved down to hold your hip so that she could press you flush against her body as the other rested against the skin of your cheek. You tilted your head as you deepened the kiss, granting her tongue entrance to your mouth. From there both your instincts went wild as as you both kissed like wild animals without food.

Her tongue moved in your mouth like it was it's home as you did the same with her. You pulled away for air as she chased your lips again, to which you pulled away.

" Addy calm down" you chuckled and she giggled as she kissed your jaw before moving to your neck. She sucked on the flesh before swipe her tongue over it then gently nibbling on it with her teeth before repeating thoses actions, you couldn't help the needy moan that escaped your throat. You could feel addison smirk against the flesh as she pulled away and left a small peck on your nose.

" I hope you didn't leave a mark because I have to attend a new year's party tonight and I'm the host for the count down process" you scolded causing her to gasp.

" speaking of party I got you something" she spoke picking up her bag and taking it to the kitchen counter. Your eyebrows quirked up at her sentence as you followed behind her, rather excited. To know that she thinks about you at work was so heart warming and that she brought something for you, that made you feel the butterflies all over again. She opened her bag and began digging. You tip toed and kissed her cheek before rounding the counter to finish drying the dishes.

" what is it?" You asked putting a wine glass carefully into it's holder. She chuckled deeply as she continued to dig for the present.

" just something special for my special girl" she muttered before coming up close behind of you, wrapping her arms around your waist she began to attack your neck again, the same spot. You squirmed as you pushed her off you, turning around to she a blue Tiffany box in her hands. You gasped as you snatched it from her grasp.

" you did not!" You shouted as she nodded kissing your cheek before placing both her hands on the counter leaning against it as she trapped you in. You licked your lips, removing the white paper and taking out the small black box that was beautifully tied with a white ribbon that had your name in gold on it. You smiled in awe as you carefully took it off and tied it around your wrist. You were absolutely in love with ribbons lately and you've been nagging to addison about them and this one was so cute. You mumbled a soft ' thank you' to her before lifting the lid of the box.

You gasped as tears filled your eyes once more as you did a little jump with your feet that addison absolutely adored, she found it so cute of you to do.

Inside the box was bracelet and chain combo, the necklace was Gold with your initial and her initial on it with a heart in the midde. The bracelet was the same but the heart was thin and hollow with a diamond rim. You turned around and jumped up onto her, attacking her with kisses.

" thank you!!" You spoke in a low tone as tears clouded your vision again. She smiled as she placed you onto the counter as you kept your legs wrapped around her waist.

" this way you can have something to remind you of our love when I'm gone baby" she spoke as she kissed your shoulder.

" now come on, we have a party to get ready for" you giggled as she dragged you up stairs. You both showered and got ready. Addison wore a navy blue blouse with her lucky charm necklace you had gotten her with your name on it with the same color pants and black heels. Her hair was in a messy ponytail but it was decent enough. You on the other hand wore a black lace corset top with traps and a thin white skirt that had a small slit that fell just right above your knee, showing off some skin.

Of course you wore your jewelry that addison had gotten you earlier today and a pair on platform uggs with the ribbons she got you on the back to them. You did your hair in the same style as her as you finished off your look with Gold hoop earrings.

You walked down stairs to see her leaning against the wall with her hands in her pockets. Her gaze flicked up towards you as the lines on her foreheads disappeared as she gaved you her undivided attention.

" and here I was thinking I looked the best" she joked as she took your hand in hers twirling you around whistling. You rolled your eyes at her opening while grabbing some jackets the door as the both of you left the house. You got in the door while she locked the door. She got in and the both of you drived off.

The party was going great as you danced with couple friends on the dance floor. You could see addison getting drinks with some of her friends from work like Derrick, Meredith and miranda. You flashed her a warm smile which she returned while raising her glass of wine at you before giving you a teasing wink then returning her attention to Derricks conversation. You looked at your watch to check the time and it was.

11 : 45 pm

You quickly made your way on stage and used a fork against your glass to get everyone's attention.

" guys it's almost time for the count down of new years!!! Oh my lord, look I know some of you are only here for the cake and drinks" you said and everyone chuckled. Addison couldn't help her growing smile as she looked at you on stage.

" most of you don't even have a speech prepared but that's ok cause your all boring anyway" you laughed and everyone laughed and cheered.

" but no seriously, I'm just gonna speak from heart because I don't have much time but to my special, incredible, talented, beautiful, loving girl addison, baby I love you so much and I can't wait to go into this new year with you!" Before you finish your sentence everyone was clapping and cheering as their attention was mainly focused on the love the both of you shared, especially with your eyes.

" ok everyone needs to shut up, addison your the love of my life and I love you and i can't wait to send the rest of my boring life with you and! And I will move to Seattle with you to be closer" you spoke out of breath. Everyone clapped as addison made her way closer to you on stage. She hugged you tightly, sparing you a quick kiss before she took the mic.

" thank you everyone for coming! I also wanna say something, it's currently 11 : 52, so I'll also make it quick" she cleared her throat as she positioned the mic infront of her mouth properly.

" y/n y/l/n your the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I also want to spend the rest of my life with you. You've always made my day brighter, my heart lighter and my stress disappear. Your the best thing that has ever happened to me. When I look into your eyes I see pure peace and admiration. I will never find another special soul like you, you stay up late for me, you cook for me and most of all you have loved me better than anyone, better than my own self. You loved my flaws, my imperfections and my mistakes. I love you.... will you marry me?" Your world immediately went quiet.

You could hear everyone claping and cheering. Infront of you was addison slowly getting on her knees as she pulled out a beautiful diamond ring. Your jaw dropped as everyone and everything became background noises. They didn't exist. All that mattered was you and her, the woman proposing. You could hear everyone counting down to ten and when they got to one you shouted yes as addison picked your up and spinned you around.

She slipped the ring onto your finger as her lips found yours. You were beyond happy, you were dying of happiness. You have to be one the most happiest women on planet earth. You both pulled away as people began to gather around to congratulate you and to see the ring.

The rest of the night went by in a flash. You and addison were on your way home and you honestly couldn't be more excited to share this extraordinary and phenomenal night with her. Your fiance. Your soon to be wife.

Addison quickly opened the front door as you both entered quickly as if you were being chased. She barely had time to insure that it was locked before you were already hungrily kissing her. She kissed back with just as much passion as she grabbed your ass which caused you to chuckle. You jumped up onto her and wrapped your legs around her waist as she took you upstairs. She kicked the door to your bedroom open, before gently throwing you onto the bed before straddling you.

You both continued your passionate kiss, both were breathing and growling heavily as you fought to take off eachothers clothes. Once you and her were stripped of all clothing including undergarments you took a breather. You giggled as she pulled away with puffy red saliva coated lips.

" Your laughing?! You won't be laughing soon bet that" she spoke in a deep raspy voice as she kissed you again, this time it was filled with need. It was so sloppy, you could the way your tongues moved against eachother ad your teeth gnash against eachother. You moaned into her mouth as you felt yourself become more needy, you could feel your thighs becoming sticky as they clamp together, the pool between your legs only grew more.

You arched into her touch as her cold fingertips dragged across your delicate skin leaving goosebumps in their wake. Addison pulled away from your lips as she made her way down to your neck, nipping at that same spot.

" guess I can mark you now baby" she whispered as she gently kissed your skin making her way dow to your chest. She gently took your nipple into her mouth making you gasp as you pushed your chest up into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the soft bud until it became hard against it. She devoured your sensitive bud, flicking her tongue against the tip before sucking down harshly on it. You whined as you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter.

" please mommy" she smirked as she made her way over towards the other nipple, giving it just as much attention as the other one.

" fuck, addy please" you moaned as she twisted your nipple between her fingertips before taking it back into her mouth and continuing her actions. She snaked her way down towards your lower region, slowly parting your thighs as the smell of your arousal hits her. She bites her lips as she looks up at you with hooded eyes. She caresses your inner thighs as she looks at your already dripping cunt.

" everyday I live I'll thank God for this perfect pussy darling" her tone of voice was driving you insane, it was so deep and hoarse, it sent shivers down your spine and throbs in your cunt. She smirked as she saw that you were already clenching around nothing. She licked her lips before beginning to pamper little butterfly open mouthed kisses on the flesh of your inner thighs.

You arched your back as you grabbed the back of her head and pushed her mouth towards your cunt, which she complied too. She slowly and teasing licked up your slit, your juices coating her lips like lip gloss. She licked her lips again before looking up at you and winking. She then latched on her mouth to your clit, driving her tongue between your folds as she teased and poked at your entrance making your eyes roll back.

" addy p-please I need it" she loved hearing you whine for her . your hips started to move up and down, riding her face chasing your own high , she knew exactly what to do that would make you go absolutely feral. Addison teases your hole with her tongue, dipping it in ever so slightly before pulling it out smirking when she hears you whimper in frustration. She removes her mouth which causes you to whine before proceeding to spit on your pussy, she then continues to kitty lick your clit.

You grip the sheets as she holds your thighs open picking up her pace as she finally again, begins sucking brutally at your clit. You squirm against her hole as you become even more desperate for her. She pulls away and comes up to your face.

" open your mouth" she spoke in a graspy voice, demanding but still leaving space for your choice. You obey her demand and open your mouth, she slowly lets her saliva along with your juices to fall into your mouth. She cleans up the small bit that drizzled onto your chin with her thumb.

" now be a good wife and swallow" she whispered before kissing you sloppily as some of the liquid spills into her mouth causing her to groan. You wrap your arms around her neck and pulled her in deepening the kiss. She could tell you were desperate.

" please addy please" you muttered kissing her all over her face. She chuckles as that sinister smirk makes an appearance as she raises her eyebrows as if she has no clue what you could be referring to.

" please fuck me babe, I want it so bad please addison. Please mommy" you spoke before moaning in a rather needy way before connecting your lips with hers again. Who was she to deny her wife of such pleasure and request. She hadn't even touched you yet and you were already trembling with need.

You felt her two of her long slender fingers find their way in between your folds spreading you open as they dive down to your entrance and back up towards your clit before gently pressing and rubbing against the sore bud before moving back down to your dripping and greedy hole. You whined as you broke the kiss and threw your head back. Addison finally gave in and slowly inserted her fingers into your cunt as she curled them finding a slow but meaningful pace inside of you.

Your eyes rolled back as, your legs threatened to close around her hand. Addison moaned into your ear as her hot breath tickled your neck. She groaned as she felt your warm spongy walls envelop around her fingers, squeezing them and pulling them deeper into your cunt. She looked at you as your chest heavied and your toes curled. She started thrusting her fingers in and out of you doing the barrel movements with her curled fingers, going knuckle length inside of you.

You could have swore you saw heaven as you closed your eyes.

" such a good fucking girl for mommy. Are you gonna be a good little slut and cum on her fingers and make a mess?" You could feel the coil in your lower abdomen getting tight as addison picked up her pace. You were seeing stars. Her fingers felt so good bruied deep in your pussy. Your walls contrast around her as her fingertips pounded into the sweet spot that had you screaming.

" fuck addison I'm g- I'm gonna- fuckkk" you couldn't even finish your sentence before your oragsm hot you harder than a train. Addison smiled as she felt your liquid pour out around her fingers as your walls clenched down around her. You let of a breathy moan as you gently rolled your hips down onto her fingers, riding out the last bit of sensation.

Addison kissed your forehead as she allowed you to ride out your high as long as you needed too before retracting her fingers. She hastily kissed your forehead and pulled you into her, she held you against her warm body as she drew soothing circles on your back as your legs still shook uncontrollably. She cooed you and she gently removed the stray hairs from infront of your face and tucked them behind your ear.

You sighed in satisfaction as you snuggled into her embrace. You entangled your feet with hers as you looked up into her eyes. She looked at you with pure love. She brought your hand with the ring up to her lips and kissed it.

" I love you" she whispered before nestling into your neck.

" I love you more addy" you whispered before you both fell asleep into pure ecstasy.

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calistrae · 1 year

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pillow talk. richarlison

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pairing: richarlison x gn!reader

warnings: very slightly suggestive if you blink (just in case: minors dni!)

notes: i went to check my inbox and there were like five requests for richarlison and i kind of feel bad for not posting anything for him earlier lmao but here you are loves <3 hope it's worth the VERY long wait! and tysm for 300 followers, i really appreciate it!

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as late hours of the night ticked away, you found yourself in bed, snuggled up under multiple blankets as the air in london was getting colder with each passing day. your boyfriend had left for training over three hours ago and you couldn't wait for him to return.

every minute of your day up until now had been rough - being on your feet all day and finally you were in the comfort of your soft, cloud-like bed. the only thing that would make this moment better would be his arms around you, keeping you close and drawing you into him. he couldn't be away for much longer, right? it had already been so long but time only seemed to pass slower. maybe it was your despair causing you to feel this way.

you had barely seen each other before he was headed out to training, the most you got was a gentle peck on the lips that promised to be back as soon as possible. it felt like an eternity away from the current moment but as if angels had answered your prayers, you heard the slam of your front door. not an aggressive one, just a slam. you heard him shuffle his jacket and boots off and it didn't take long until he was upstairs.

neither of you wanted to do anything but be in one another's arms, you could see that from the way he plopped down onto the matress, not even bothering to remove any of his clothes. "hi" you simply muttered as he wrapped his firm frame around your body, his head resting in the crook of your neck. "meu amor, you can't even imagine how hectic today has been."

"i've been running around all day as well, my feet are killing me." you admitted and he nodded lightly, which caused his hair to rub up against your skin and you couldn't help but chuckle a little. at this, his smile grew and he took a quick glance at your face "for someone that had a rough day, you still look awfully beautiful." he hummed and adjusted himself so he leaned above you, his hands supporting himself but he couldn't hold himself up for much longer as his arms gave out in less than half a minute.

"rough session?" you questioned with a small smile and kissed his cheek to which he nodded and sighed "coach was trying to kill us, i swear." you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, drawing him closer as if there was any space left between the two of you. just by touching him, you could feel the tension in his muscles and hadn't you been so tired, you would've given him a massage. instead, you opted for giving him gentle kisses on his cheeks and temples.

"i feel like my boss hates me. they're always giving me a hundred different tasks and i have to get them done by the end of the day even if they're not things that don't technically have to be rushed." you ranted and groaned quietly, looking over at him every few seconds to make sure he was still listening. and he was, his eyes on you as he slowly nodded along. sometimes this was all you needed, you didn't need him to say anything but you had reassurance that he was listening. your relationship had always been turbulent, so moments like this were so important.

just the two of you in each other's embrace, talking about your days while snuggling up underneath the cushions. nothing in the whole world could disturb how at peace and relaxed you felt.

"missed you so much too. really didn't help with the stress." you added as you were finally finished with rambling on about how difficult your day had been. "oh, amor. i missed you too. so much." he whispered and you felt him place his palm on your cheek, carefully pulling you in before he placed a kiss on your lips.

you weren't sure how long you had been laying there by now. you were now facing each other as your boyfriend's hand gingerly dragged across your features, a tired smile on his lips. "you are so beautiful." you couldn't help but blush, turning your face into the pillow beneath your head "you keep repeating that and it's making me blush!" you accused, which made him laugh.

"well, yes, meu amor. that's my job. but i can do way more than just make you blush." he pointed out with a mischievous smile and god, that grin looked so stupid. his comment made you roll your eyes and lightly, you swung your hand at his arm, giving it a gentle swat.

"if you keep doing that, i'll show you what i can do!" he 'threatened' as he pinned himself above you once again, caging you between his arms as he stared at you with a smirk dancing on his lips.

"mhm, and if you keep teasing, i'll show you my own skills and we all know you can't resist" you countered and matched his expression. in response, you heard a whine before all of his weight laid on top of you "don't tease. i'm way too tired for this." he groaned.

"you started it! and get off me, you're like a bag of rocks" you argued but went quiet when you heard a quiet snore.

oh boy.

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evycloudberry · 9 months

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* note: I am writing this as (Y/N) being a fire fairy.

* note: I did not name the friends, so all readers can ‘personalize’ this story easily. They are mentioned according to their ability.

Disclaimer: swearing

Taglist: @slytherinambitious @ellatitanium @untalentedsideoffandoms

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Begin Again (Part 9)

"Talk about the devil," her brother remarked, nodding towards the figure at the entrance. "That's definitely my cue to leave!"

And he hurried off in quick footsteps.

She approached him, smiling but a bit puzzled.

"I thought I'd check on you after today's events," he began.

"That's very considerate of you, Riven. You didn't have to," she said appreciatively.

"As crazy as this is going to sound, I care. I can only imagine what happened this evening, so I had to make sure to check on you," he replied sincerely.

"That's very sweet. I am fine. Thank you for taking the time to do that, especially after the hectic day you must have had yourself. You're a good friend," she replied warmly.

He chuckled nervously. "Friend... yeah. Well, this friend saw some pretty ugly shits this evening, and thought he might just take a another big risk before the next attack. We never know, I could run out of luck."

She frowned, puzzled. "I needed to make sure you know that I will fix whatever is going on. I guess it's a fucked-up way to teach me a lesson, but I am going to fight for you. Even if all our memories together are gone from your memory, even if I get erased, I will find a way to get back to normal. Our normal... now that sounded completely insane," he laughed, and she joined in.

"It absolutely did! And to be honest, I am not sure I understand" she admitted.

"Just try to remember that I love you, (Y/N)" he blurted out.

The silence hung heavily. "Your timing is very bad" she said with a low voice.

"And technically, you love me." He added

"You don't say..." she quickly responded, she wanted out of the awkward situation, and passing him, but she stopped abruptly upon hearing his next words.

"And, icing on the cake: You and I, we are dating! Or at least, we were... it's complicated."

"I can see that." She turned to face him

"I broke up with you."

"May I ask why?" she said in a harsh tone, feeling strangely hurt by the revelation

"Honestly, I'm not even sure anymore..."

"Are you doing this because you want closure?" She questioned her heart tightening, and accelerating. But she could not understand why. Could he be telling the truth? Why couldn’t she remember?

"No! I mean, honestly, this situation is fucking confusing..."

"You're a nice guy, Riven. But communication doesn't seem to be your forte. I'm going to assume this was a drunk conversation," she concluded, then turned and left for good.

As she approached her suite, she noticed a shadow at the door.

"This might be creepy, but I was hoping to see you before turning in," Zane greeted her.

"Zane, hey. You didn't have to. Funny, someone had the same idea."

"Oh. Someone I know?"

"Let's not go down that road... it's too late for heavy conversations."

"Well, let's not talk then," he smiled, opening his arms. "Sometimes all you need is a hug. And you look like you could use one right now."

She contemplated it for a moment before accepting. It felt nice—his strong yet gentle arms, his calm and soothing heartbeat, his regular warm breath on her head. It was pleasant yet oddly unsettling. As if this comforting moment was somehow wrong. For now, she decided to push those feelings aside. She was tired, emotionally stirred by her earlier conversations: her brother's warning and Riven's strange revelations had left her feeling on edge. So, she welcomed this support.

Zane started to rub her back and then her arms slowly and tenderly. She relaxed, wrapping her arms around his waist, savoring the moment. How could this be wrong? His lips brushed against her forehead, and he gave her a gentle kiss. She shifted her body slightly, just enough to look up. Only a few inches separated their faces, their noses almost touching. His eyes admired her features, eventually moving to her lips. With no opposition from her, he leaned in.

Her mind got hazy for a moment, enjoying the softness of his lips on hers, warm and gentle. She opened her eyes and gently pushed on his torso, creating some space between them. They gazed at each other, both smiling.

She broke the silence first. "I'm sorry. We have a rule about boys staying over that prevents me from asking you to stay the night..."

"Well, we could go to my dorm? Nothing frisky, I swear. It's just that... it would be such a shame to walk away right now," he suggested.

She laughed before agreeing. Before leaving together, she slipped into her room to grab some essentials for the next day.

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understand-that-i-love-you-not · 1 year

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[Context, after learning about the decay of angels' plan to annihilate in 10 days, Ango comes home to his wife's presence.]

Warnings: slight angst due to Ango overthinking, but very fluffy, very descriptive kiss part, author's first time writing.

Ango came home from work, very late as usual. His mind playing events of the DOA'S annihilation, trying to come up with ways to think 10 steps ahead.

10 days...10 days and the continent of Japan will no longer roam of human lives...10 days left for people to be alive 10 days left...and people dont even know what's coming for them

10 days and....

Ango halted the car he was driving as he realized he drove past your shared home.

Ango sighed taking his shoes off and let out a sharp exhale, he didn't even know how shallow his breathing was, until he recalled what Mushitaro said at Anne's playroom...again...

"Welcome home! i've prepared a bath for you, do you want dinner?"

Ango's thoughts dissipated, it was his wife...

"..."

"...are you good? You look like you just saw a ghost"

"..."

"Ango- eh? Uhm..."

Without a second thought he rushed to wrap his arms around his wife's frame, with his head leaning on top of her's, his arms locking to her torso. His wife attempted to sneek her arms out to reciprocate, sharing their warmth.

After what seems to be 5 mins, Ango lets loose, and cups his wife's face to his warm hands.

"Ango...what is this?" His wife was confused, yet she was greatful

"What is what?"

"All this?" "I don't get what you mean my love"

"Oh uhm...its just that usually when you get home, you finish you reports and go to bed from there"

It just now occured to Ango, after 3 years of marriage with his wife, he never got to cherish his love for his wife much, he was too busy saving the world.

"Ah, I undestand how busy you are, so don't fret about it ok?" His wife reassured, bringing up her hands to touch Ango's that are supporting her face for him to cherish.

This was the women he trusted most, the woman that loved him, accepted his flaws, stayed with him despite his dangerous occupation, and was always there to tend to him after his hectic work and sleep less nights of working.

...and this woman was gonna be taken away from him in 10 days...

"...i love you, do you know that..." Ango asked

"Of course I do Ango, I love you more did you know that?" His wife followed now rubbing circles on his hand using her thumbs.

"What would you do if you had 10 days of living left?"

"What!?"

"Sorry...nevermind that..."

"..."

"Well...I would say goodbye to my family and friends, then..." She came closer putting Ango 's hands off her face. She then wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling their bodies closer.

"I would spend the remaining days with you..."

Ango flushed red, you can almost compare him to the tomato juice he drinks back with Dazai and Oda.

But despite his bothered apperance he coudnt help but feel rather...sad

"But my love...what if in those days im working? I cant tend to you..."

"Oh its ok im not asking you to take 10 days off, I simply want to wait for you home and cook for you and ready a bath for you, then you're gonna do your reports while I wait for you to join me in bed, thats all, like usual, I'd spend 10 days left with just that, and you." His wife answered.

Ango felt something in his heart, as if something heavy was exhaled out of his lungs. He was grateful of his wife, being content with his mere presence.

"This is very... new of you today" The wife added

"Right... I'm sorry"

"You must be very tired asking questions like that"

"You're right"Ango then locked his eyed to his wife's lips and gave very gentle and sweet peck , he missed doing that to you.

"One more" His wife demanded, and so Ango complied

"One more pleaaase" Ango complied again

"One more pleeease" and again

"One more one more" and again...

"One mo-" Before his wife could ask he kissed her again, this time more passionately, and longer.

He moved his hands to her waist, then arms slid from his chest then clinging to the back of his neck

It was getting more passionate while Ango slightly tilted his head to feel her lips on his more, slightly and just gently adding his tongue

to the kiss.

"Mmm- wait I might burn the pastry I'm baking, ill come to it before it burns our house down haha" His wife pulled away to prevent her baking getting burnt.

Ango sat down on the sofa to loosen his tie. He must admit he missed the most intimate moments him and his wife go through, instead of recalling his dilemma from work, he takes a moment to recall their lovely memories together.

Although it was 10 days left, he suddenly had more hope and motivation to save this home of his, which is his wife from the doa's twisted plans.

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Its actually my first time writing hehe oops, just a scenario I wanted to share so it was very sudden

#bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x you #ango x reader #first time writing #bungo stray dogs fluff

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fatecantstopme · 2 years

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Am I Dreaming?

Pairing: Morpheus x Reader

Summary: Morpheus meets you shortly after dealing with the dream vortex, though not in the most traditional way. The first time he encounters you is in his own Realm, as is the second and third. The fourth encounter is in the waking world, much to your surprise.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, smut. Descriptions of physical trauma, talk of death/dying, Dream being soft af (yes, that's its own warning). Unprotected P in V, love making (the descriptions aren't as crude as I would normally do bc Dream is just so damn proper).

Life had been hectic lately. Busy, stressful, aggravating. You just wanted a break. Work wasn't enjoyable, you'd broken up with your boyfriend a couple months ago, and your social life was nonexistent. You were constantly exhausted, yet you couldn't get a good night's rest. You weren't sure if it was the stress, or if perhaps the loneliness was getting to you more than you cared to admit.

It had been like this for almost four months. You knew this way of living was unsustainable, but you weren't sure what to do to change it. You needed your job because you needed the money. You could easily admit you were overworked, but you had always struggled to tell people "no", especially an employer. So you put off your relationships and your social life, focusing instead on your career (or perhaps that's simply what you told yourself).

Your previous boyfriend hadn't been very supportive and you'd simply grown tired of him constantly complaining that you were always busy. It was almost as if he had endless free time and was judging you for your differing priorities. You'd had enough, so you sent him packing.

It was the relationships with your friends that you really worried about. You missed them, even if it was difficult for you to admit. You missed the late nights in random bars, the silly gossip, the fun stories, and the deep love you can only have for your closest friends. You'd pushed them away during your relationship because your boyfriend wanted you to be with him every spare minute of the day...a choice you now regretted. The only problem is you saw no way out of this hole you had dug for yourself. So instead of complaining, you threw yourself into work and not much else.

Today was a day just like any other. You worked longer than you should have, you cooked yourself a simple dinner, and curled up on the couch to watch some TV. As per usual, you were exhausted, but something about tonight was different. Perhaps it was the the slow pace of the show you were watching, but you found yourself drifting off to sleep.

When you opened your eyes again, you found yourself in a place you didn't recognize. It was beautiful. Lucious green plants, a gently flowing river, a soft breeze, and the sound of birdsong hung in the air. In the distance you could see what appeared to be a palace of some kind rising above the land.

You began to walk along the river, enjoying the peace and quiet. You began to hum a little song to yourself, harmonizing with the nearby birds. After some time, you came across a lonely bench resting alongside the river. It looked like the perfect place to relax, so you sat down, kicked off your shoes, and simply enjoyed the feel of the sun against your skin.

The gentle sounds of the wildlife and the river were like a lullaby drifting over you, seeping into your very soul. You had not felt this at peace in longer than you could remember.

"You are new here," a deep male voice intoned from behind you.

You sat up in surprise and turned your body to face the newcomer. You couldn't see him due to the sun in your eyes, but you noticed he was wearing all black. An odd choice for such a beautiful, warm day. "And who might you be?" you asked.

He stepped forward, effectively blocking the blinding sun. You could finally see him in his entirety and your first thought was he's beautiful. Not, perhaps, in the traditional sense, but there was something about him that drew you in. It was as if he had his own gravity; a force you could neither control nor deny.

"My name is Morpheus."

"Morpheus," you spoke his name as if you were tasting something delicious. You liked the way his name felt against your tongue. "That's a beautiful name."

His perfect black eyebrows raised, which accentuated his brilliant silvery blue eyes. "I do not believe I have received such a compliment before."

You found his way of speech odd, or maybe old-fashioned was a better term, but his voice was deep and soothing. It somehow made you feel comfortable, safe. "Everyone deserves a compliment now and again," you stood up to properly introduce yourself. "I'm (Y/N). It's a pleasure to meet you."

He took the hand you offered and lifted it to his lips, placing a chaste kiss against your knuckles. "The pleasure is mine, Miss (Y/N)."

You felt a slight blush creep into your cheeks as he returned your hand to you. "Please, (Y/N) is fine."

He nodded, though you had a feeling he wouldn't drop the title. "What brings you here today, Miss (Y/N)?"

You smirked, feeling a bit triumphant in your prediction. However, your smirk faded as you tried to remember why you were here...or where exactly here was. "I...Well, to be honest--I don't truly know. I'm not even sure where I am."

He offered you a smile, an expression you had the feeling he rarely wore. "This is Fiddler's Green," he said reverently as he gestured to the land around you.

"Fiddler's Green?" You thought about it for a moment, but you were quite certain you'd never heard of it. "Where is that? I seem to have forgotten how I got here."

Morpheus nodded his head knowingly. "That is common among mortals. It is likely you will not remember this meeting when you awaken."

"Mortals? You say it as though you're not mortal."

"I am not."

Had this been any other situation, you knew you would find his statement disturbing. There was a high likelihood that you would also believe him to be insane. But in this moment, in this place, you believed him. "Then what are you?"

"I am Dream of the Endless, King of Dreams and Nightmares. This is my realm. It is called The Dreaming."

He spoke with such authority that it would be impossible not to believe him. Each word he said rang true in your heart. "That's what you meant when you said when I awaken."

He nodded. "You catch on quickly, Miss (Y/N)."

"Yes, I'm a quick study," you mumbled as you turned your head in thought. "If you are the King of Dreams, how have we not met before?"

"I do not normally meet the dreamers who come to my realm."

"Then why did we meet?"

For the first time, Morpheus looked perplexed. "I felt...called to this place. To Fiddler's Green. I cannot explain it, nor describe the feeling. I simply knew I needed to be here, so I came."

You appreciated his honesty, though you had to admit you were confused too. This was all a bit much for the human mind to take in. "You said I won't remember this meeting. What if I want to?"

"Dreams fade in the waking world. That is simply the way things are."

You shook your head. "Not all dreams. Not this one," you insisted.

He smirked. "Why are you so intent on remembering it?"

"There is something special about it. Something meaningful. I can't quite explain it, but I know for certain I don't want to forget it. I don't want to forget you."

For the second time, Morpheus was surprised by your words. It had been a long time since he'd met a human quite like you. In the same way you did not wish to forget him, he wished to remember you. Though that was not something he would voice. Not yet. He could, however, ensure the memory of this dream lived on in your mind. "Close your eyes," he said softly.

You looked at him strangely, as though you were worried about his reasons for asking this of you. Something told you he was trustworthy, so in the end, you complied.

He removed a small amount of sand from his leather pouch. "You will awaken, calm and refreshed, and you will remember every moment of this dream for as long as you wish." With that, he blew the sand gently into your face...

...and you awoke on the couch in your own living room. As he had said, every moment of the dream came back to you instantly. It felt as real as if you had lived it, which in a way, you had. "Morpheus," you said quietly to yourself. "King of Dreams...either I'm going crazy or that actually happened."

You weren't certain, but you had to know for sure. You decided that when you went to sleep the following night, you would seek him out in The Dreaming. You had to know more.

**********

The next night, you fell asleep with shocking ease. Maybe it was your desire to seek out the King of Dreams, or you truly were exhausted to an unhealthy level.

Either way it took you mere moments to find yourself once again in The Dreaming. This time, you were in some sort of structure. As you looked around, you realized it was a library unlike any other you'd ever seen. You took a deep breath in, the smell of books filling your nose. You ran your fingers along the spines of the books as you walked down the aisle, reveling in the beauty around you.

"Excuse me, ma'am. Can I help you?"

You turn around and found yourself face to face with a well dressed woman wearing wire-rimmed glasses. Everything about her screamed 'librarian'. "Hi, I'm uh...my name is (Y/N). I'm looking for someone."

The woman smiled at you. "I'm Lucienne, the librarian here. I'm sure I can help you find whoever you are looking for."

"Thank you, Lucienne. I would appreciate it. He said his name was Morpheus..."

Lucienne's expression morphed to one of surprise. "Lord Morpheus?"

You nodded. "I believe he said he was the 'King of Dreams', or something like that."

"Oh my," Lucienne appeared slightly flustered, but she remained polite. "I shall go fetch him. You can wait here, ma'am."

"Thank you," you said as she hurried off to locate her master.

You continued to wander around the space, taking in the hundreds of rows of books...there had to be thousands of books here. It was simply remarkable.

"You have returned," a deep voice spoke from behind you.

You smiled to yourself as you turned to face him. "Do you make it a habit of sneaking up behind people?"

He breathed out a polite chuckle. "Only when I am feeling particularly mischievous."

"You don't strike me as the mischievous type," you said as you began to walk again.

"No?" he asked in mock surprised, falling into step beside you.

"Definitely more the silent, brooding type, with just a hint of emotional turmoil."

Morpheus was slightly uncomfortable with your uncanny ability to see him, even if you weren't aware of it. "Hmm. I shall have to endeavor to be more pleasant."

You shot him a look. "I didn't say you were unpleasant. Perhaps, lonely is the right term?"

Again, you saw through him, but this time you saw the flash of discomfort cross his chiseled features.

"Or maybe I'm just projecting," you said lightly, trying to make him feel better. You, a mere human, trying to make the King of Dreams feel better...it was almost laughable.

He offered you a gentle smile. "You are not projecting, Miss (Y/N)."

"I thought I told you to call me by just my name."

He ignored you, which you had begun to expect. "Ruling a kingdom is not an easy task, especially one such as The Dreaming. It is lonely, this role I must play," he sighed softly. "Perhaps that is why I find myself seeking your company when you enter my realm."

You appreciated seeing this side of him. It was just a glimpse into his life, into who he really was, but it was a glimpse you needed. "I'm pretty sure I sought you out."

He smirked. "Did you? Or was I already on my way here when I felt you arrive?"

You weren't sure how to answer; thankfully, Morpheus did it for you.

"I suppose we shall never know."

You chuckled lightly. "I suppose."

The two of you walked on in silence for several minutes. It was a companionable silence, a comfortable one. Words were not needed in order to enjoy the shared company. There was, however, a question lingering in your mind. "Lord Morpheus, can you actually feel my arrival?"

"There is no need to address me so formally, Miss (Y/N)."

"I could say the same to you--"

"But to answer your question, yes I can. I can feel all living beings who enter The Dreaming. Each one has its own unique vibration, millions of notes played on different scales. Your vibration is stronger than most, louder almost. A melody that draws me in the moment I hear it."

"Why is that? Why are you so drawn to me?" And why am I so drawn to you? A question you dared not voice.

"I have had time to ponder this since you last visited."

"Really? In the last 24 hours?"

He looked at you and shook his head. "Time is different in The Dreaming. What was 24 hours for you in the waking world was weeks for me."

Surprise lit up your face, though you realized everything you knew about how the world worked likely didn't apply in this new world you were experiencing. "I see. Please, go on."

"It has been thousands of years since I last felt such a magnetic pull. The last time led me to a human in desperate need, a human I was able to help. I believe that is what is happening. For some reason, The Fates believe you need my help. As such, I offer it willingly."

You were quiet for a moment as you processed his words. "I can't imagine what I would need your help with, my lord."

"Morpheus," he insisted yet again.

"Lord Morpheus," you corrected with a grin.

He let out a low groan that sent chills up and down your spine. You liked that sound, but you were desperate not to show it. "You are insufferable."

You smiled. "I take pride in that."

He laughed. An actual, genuine laugh. If you had to describe it, you would have likened it to the sound of soft church bells beneath a gentle waterfall. It was a beautiful sound, one you sincerely hoped you would hear again.

"I must admit, Miss (Y/N), you do intrigue me."

You didn't bother to correct him this time. "How so?"

"It seems, at least to me, that you are not in need of my help. Perhaps it is my companionship you need more. The Fates have brought us together for a reason and I am determined to locate that reason."

"Why would you think I need companionship?"

"You said it yourself. You are lonely."

You stopped walking and turned to stare at him. Your eyes met his and he almost felt smaller under your gaze, as though you could see right through him. "As are you, my lord."

He nodded. "Then perhaps, this is a mutually beneficial relationship."

"I think it is."

He seemed almost relieved. "Then you would allow me to see you again?"

You smiled. "I'm the one barging into your realm whenever I please, so I think I should be the one asking that question."

He returned your smile. "You are always welcome here, my lady. As long as you wish for my company, I will be here waiting."

Something about the way he said it warmed your soul in a way you had never felt before. "Until next time then?"

He smiled. "Until next time."

Once again, you awoke in your own home. This time, however, you were certain what you had experienced was real. The Dreaming was real, as was its King. A King you were desperate to know better. You wanted to see him again, but not just for a fleeting moment in his realm. You wanted to really see him, to understand him. You just weren't sure how.

**********

Days passed. Nights came and went with not a single dream. No matter what you did, you could not find your way to The Dreaming. You weren't even sure if you were really sleeping most nights.

As always, you were tired as you drove home from work this particular day, almost three weeks since you had last seen Morpheus. It was raining quite heavily and traffic was surprisingly sparse. You stopped at a stop light and waited patiently for it to turn green. The moment it did, you pulled forward, only to suddenly slide across the road as a large truck ran the light and slammed into the passenger side of your car.

You didn't have time to comprehend what was happening before it was all over. Your car had slammed into a pole and you were wedged between it and the much larger vehicle. Although, you were unaware of any of this. At some point during the crash, your head had slammed into the window, knocking you unconscious. Your mind seemed to float through the blackness, searching for something you weren't sure how to find.

In a faraway realm, Dream of the Endless felt your presence in a different way than he had become accustomed. You were both there and not there all at once. It took him a few moments before he realized what was happening. He closed his eyes and stepped into the blackness where your mind resided. When he found you, he pulled you with him, back to The Dreaming.

When your feet touched the soft earth of Fiddler's Green, your mind and body oriented itself to the new location. At first you were confused, unsure of how you got here, but when you saw Morpheus's face, you remembered.

"You brought me here," you murmured.

He nodded.

"From where? Where was I? It was so dark and I...I don't remember how I got there."

Morpheus observed you with worried eyes. "You were in the unconscious."

"So I'm unconscious somewhere?"

He nodded again. "Do you remember what happened?"

"No, I...wait--I was driving home from work. I--I was at a stop light and it turned green and then--pain and nothingness," you finished in a whisper.

Morpheus stepped towards you, concern darkening his features. "Where were you exactly?" You gave him the intersection and he immediately called, "Matthew."

As if out of no where, a large black raven appeared at his feet. "Yes, boss?"

"Holy shi---it talks?!" you exclaimed.

In a different situation, Morpheus would have laughed, but given the dire nature of this moment, he couldn't bring himself to feel mirth. "Yes, he does. Matthew, I need you to go find Miss (Y/N) in the waking world." He gestured to you as he said your name and told the bird where you should be. "When you find her, stay with her. I need to know she is safe."

"Sure. I can do that." The bird, Matthew, you reminded yourself, flew away and disappeared, apparently entering the waking world in search of you.

"My lord, I don't understand what's happening."

Morpheus lifted his hand to quiet you. "I am watching. What Matthew sees, I see. We shall know soon."

You stood there, waiting, not knowing what was happening to you in the waking world, which to you still felt like the real world. Your life was there...how could it not?

In the waking world, Matthew flew over the wreckage of the accident. He watched as your body was pulled from your car, the rain washing away some of the blood, but not all. You were quickly loaded into a waiting ambulance, which drove away as soon as the doors were closed. Matthew once again took flight, following the vehicle as it navigated the city streets to the hospital.

Back in The Dreaming, Morpheus turned to look at you, an unreadable expression on his handsome face. "You were in an accident."

"I don't remember..."

"I know. It appeared that your vehicle was severely damaged. Matthew saw your body as it was removed from the vehicle and placed in an ambulance. He is following it now to the hospital."

Your heart started racing and your breathing became more shallow. "Am I dying?"

"No," Morpheus said firmly, stepping forward to wrap you in his arms. There was something incredibly comforting in his embrace and you felt your fear lessen.

Even still, there was no way he could know that for sure. But for now, it was better for you both if you believed his words were true.

"Come, my lady. Let us enjoy the beauty of this day while we wait." He took your hand and guided you down to the banks of the river. Much to your surprise, he took off his boots, rolled up his pants, and sat down at the water's edge, his feet submerged beneath the surface. "Sit with me," he said softly.

You mimicked his actions before settling down beside him. "This is truly the most beautiful place I have ever seen."

He smiled. "I am quite pleased you think so. This is, I do believe, some of my very best work."

You looked at him in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"There is much you do not understand about The Dreaming...about me. I am The Dreaming and The Dreaming is me. Everything you see here in this realm, every being you meet, I have created."

Your eyes widened and you suddenly felt so incredibly small. "You're a god?" you asked softly.

He shook his head. "I am an Endless."

"I don't really know what that means."

He sighed and looked out over the river, eyes so very far away. "My siblings and I are the Endless. We are not gods in the traditional sense, more elements of the universe. There are seven of us, each with a purpose bestowed upon us. I, as you know, am the ruler of the realm of dreams and nightmares. My name, as given to me at the beginning, is Dream."

"Dream," you said softly. "I like that."

He turned to look at you in surprise, starry eyes burning just a little bit brighter.

"So...you have siblings. And they're like you?"

He nodded. "In a way. You have, I'm sure heard of the cosmic forces which rule the lives of all living things?"

"Perhaps..." you were unsure of which forces he was referring to.

"Destiny, is perhaps, the most well-known. Then there is Death, the most feared by mortals, though she is quite kind. Also, the twins, Desire and Despair."

"These are...your siblings?"

"Yes. Some of them."

You looked away from him. "So it's all real then? The stories from my childhood. A puppet master, pulling strings...dancing with fate...all ending in darkness." Your voice was distant, laced with fear and emptiness.

Morpheus slid his hand beneath your chin and turned your head to face him. "No," he said softly. "We exist for humanity. To serve them. We do not rule over you, nor do we control you. And the end? It is not darkness. Not in the way you believe."

The way he held your face in his hand, the reassuring words he spoke, the gentle tone of his voice, grounded you to reality. He brought you back, to this moment, and the fear faded away. The empty feeling in your soul filled with him.

From the moment he'd touched your skin, he felt a subtle shift within himself. For the first time in nearly 10,000 years, he felt complete...whole. It was a feeling no words could ever express.

He finally let his hand fall from your face and your skin felt abandoned without his touch. There were so many things you wished to say, questions you wanted to ask...instead, you turned your face back to the river and sighed contentedly. "I like it here."

"As do I."

A loud caw! from overhead alerted you to the presence of Matthew. He'd returned from the waking world with news. He landed beside Morpheus and looked back and forth between the King and the human before shaking his head and launching into his story. "My lord, from what I have been able to gather, (Y/N) here was hurt really badly during the accident and is now in a coma. I managed to find her room and perch outside the window, but it's hard to hear everything the doctors and nurses say."

Morpheus's body had tensed and a cold fear had settled into your bones. "Matthew," you began, "did they say if I'm going to survive?"

The raven shook his head, "I'm sorry, but the odds are quite low."

"No," Morpheus said angrily as he stood up. "I will not let that happen. I must go to the waking world." He quickly put on his boots and began to walk away.

"Wait!" you called, rushing to catch up with him. "Can you do that? Just go there?"

"Of course. I will not leave you there with no true understanding of what is happening."

"Are you sure you wanna do that, boss?" Matthew asked.

The look he gave the bird was enough to silence him. His body radiated power and anger, but you could feel the fear lurking beneath the surface. The fear is what was driving him. He couldn't bear to let you go. Not now. "Tell Lucienne where I am going and that I will return when I have the information I seek," he said to Matthew.

"Okay, boss." Matthew flew away, towards the palace where he knew he would find Lucienne.

Morpheus turned to you. "You will stay here, in The Dreaming, where you will be safe. Go to the palace. Wait for me there."

You nodded. "Should I be worried about you?"

Morpheus looked surprised. "Of course not. I will be fine. It is you whom I worry about." He touched your cheek gently and you leaned against his palm. "I will protect you, (Y/N). You have my word." With that, the King of Dreams disappeared, leaving you all alone in his world, while he journeyed into yours.

**********

Morpheus materialized just outside of your hospital room. He was almost afraid to enter...not sure if he was ready to see your fragile body in such a broken state. He closed his eyes, breathed in deeply, and opened the door.

When he finally allowed his eyes to open, he saw a cold, sterile hospital room, and when his eyes strayed to the bed, he couldn't look away. You looked so small, ashen skin marred by cuts and bruises, a large white bandage wrapped around your head. IVs and wires hooked to monitors adorned your skin like leeches. He wished to remove them all, to save you from this place, to hold you and never let go.

Instead, he crossed the room to stand beside you, a pale hand reaching out tentatively to touch yours. Your skin was cold, your body empty. He couldn't feel you here...not like he could in The Dreaming. The body before him was just a shell, the woman it belonged to so far away. Looking at you, seeing you like this, made his chest ache. He found it difficult to breathe, the air in his lungs turning to stone.

"Can I help you sir?"

Morpheus looked up and saw a woman standing in the doorway of the room. A nurse, he assessed, based on her clothing. "Yes, perhaps you could tell me of her prognosis?"

The nurse fully entered the room then. "Are you family?"

"Yes," he answered simply, not bothering to elaborate.

She nodded. "Well, she was in quite a terrible car accident. Thankfully, she was wearing her seat belt or she would likely not have survived. Most of the cuts and bruises on her body are minor, nothing to be concerned about. It's the injury to her head that the doctors are more worried about."

"Please, be honest with me. I wish to hear the truth. Will she survive?"

The nurse looked sad. "She has suffered severe brain damage caused by blunt force trauma. She also coded in the ambulance and her brain went without oxygen for several minutes. Even if she were to regain consciousness, it's unlikely she would be the woman you knew."

Morpheus closed his eyes and felt tears pressing against the backs of his eyelids. He desperately wished to be alone, but he did not want to be rude.

As if sensing this, the nurse made a soft noise before saying, "I'll leave you two alone. Let me know if you need anything."

Morpheus nodded. "Thank you for your honesty and your compassion."

"Of course," the nurse said as she left the room, shutting the door behind her.

If Morpheus was a different man, or even truly a man at all, he would have broken down at your bedside. But he knew better than most what little good that would do. Instead, he leaned down and placed a soft kiss to your cheek along with a whispered promise only for your ears.

A single tear fell from his eye as he rose to his full height. He took one last look at your body before disappearing back to his realm. Though not any part of his realm visible to others. It was a black room, filled with six different lit wall alcoves, each one containing a different item.

He picked up the one he was looking for and spoke clearly, "I stand in my gallery, holding your sigil, sister."

"Yes, Dream?" A gentle feminine voice answers.

"I wish to speak with you. It is of the utmost importance."

"Will you allow me entry?"

"You are always welcome in my gallery," he responded.

When he turned around, there before him stood his older sister. The moment she saw his face, she knew something was wrong. "What's happened?"

Morpheus was unsure where to begin. "There is a woman in need of help only you can provide."

Surprise lit up her face. "A woman? What woman?"

"Her name is (Y/N) and she is dying."

His sister's expression softened. She knew of whom he spoke, but she was unsure why he was interested. "I know," she said gently. "This upsets you?"

"Of course it does. She does not deserve to die."

"All living beings die, Dream. That is the way of it."

"Not her," he insisted. "Not now."

"Why is she so important to you?"

He realized he didn't know how to answer that question. He hadn't even really thought about it. "I do not know."

She offered him a sad smile. "I think, dear brother, you do."

He let her words sink in, silence embracing him like an old friend. He realized he knew, deep in his soul, the answer to her question. When he looked up at her again, she saw the pain in her brother's eyes. She reached out and took his hand, squeezing it gently.

"I am sorry, Dream, truly."

In her eyes, he saw the truth. He was not ready to face it. He couldn't face it. He wouldn't face it. "Would you like to meet her?"

Surprise lit up her face. "How?"

"Her mind is here, in The Dreaming."

"Dream," she scolded gently.

"Please, sister. For me." He was not used to begging, but for you? There was nothing he would not do.

His sister sighed. "Alright."

Her agreement was all he needed. He took her hand and led her into the heart of The Dreaming.

**********

It had been weeks since Morpheus had gone to the waking world. At least, it had been for you. You weren't sure how long it had been in the waking world.

Lucienne kept you company and in return, you helped her in the library. It was a truly magnificent place and you found Lucienne to be a very enjoyable person.

She had told you many stories of The Dreaming and of its King, and you now felt as if you truly knew Morpheus. You also felt a sort of kinship with Lucienne, one she felt as well.

The two of you were currently in the library reviewing and cataloging some of the latest additions to the library when Matthew flew in with a loud caw!

"Matthew, must you always be so loud?" Lucienne scolded.

"Sorry, sorry. I can't control the volume of my voice."

You chuckled, knowing full-well Lucienne actually really liked Matthew, but she also enjoyed teasing him. "Hi, Matthew," you said with a smile.

"My lady," he said with a little bow.

You rolled your eyes. "You are as bad as Morpheus."

"I am not certain the two of us can compare," said a deep voice from behind you.

"My lord," Lucienne said quickly with a small bow.

You turned and you couldn't help the smile that lit up your face. "Morpheus," you said, crossing the room. You embraced him for a moment, just to make sure he was really there. "I'm glad to see you haven't broken your habit of sneaking up on people."

He smiled and touched your face gently. "How long have I been gone?"

"Three weeks, almost," you replied.

His eyes widened. He knew you should not have stayed in this realm for so long. It was dangerous. He glanced at Lucienne and she shook her head, answering his silent question. His expression softened as he turned back to you. "I see you have kept busy."

You turned to Lucienne and smiled. "I've quite enjoyed myself actually."

"As have I," Lucienne responded with a smile.

As if from nowhere, a woman appeared behind Morpheus. You made eye contact with her and your heart began to race. You swallowed thickly and released a deep sigh. "Death," you whispered.

Morpheus looked at you, pain evident in his features. He did not know what to say, nor what to do. He could not comfort you anymore than he could save you. Although he was desperate to.

"Hello, (Y/N)," Death responded softly.

"So I guess it's as bad as Matthew said," you murmured.

Morpheus nodded. "I am afraid so. You have severe brain trauma from the accident, trauma from which you may never wake. Even if you did, you would likely not be yourself."

You looked away from them both. "I'm not ready, but I suppose most people aren't ready, are they?"

Death took a step towards you. "No, many are not. But I will be with you at the end."

You looked at her, taking in her sad expression and her gentle smile. "Somehow, that is quite comforting."

Death smiled. "There is something special about you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N). Something wondrous, that I cannot explain."

You were surprised by her words. "What do you mean?"

Death shook her head and looked at her brother, then back to you. "What does he mean to you?" she asked softly.

You looked at her quizzically, "Morpheus?"

"Yes."

You turned to look at him and found his brilliant blue eyes staring back at you. You could see the agony he was in, but there was something else, something deeper, something beautiful. You took a step towards him, as if being closer to him would help you understand.

To your surprise, the answer to her question came to you like whispers on a breeze. "He is a soul with a deep ache that matches my own, an ache only he can heal. He is the stars in the night sky, the sun on a cloudless day. He is all that is good and beautiful in this world. He is love, and hope, and eternity."

You were breathless as you finished speaking, shock and disbelief were your prevailing emotions. Had you really just said all that out loud? Where had those words come from?

"You are the light in the darkness," Morpheus's deep voice brought you back to the present. "The water to my fire, the peace to my pain, the love to my loneliness. You ignite feelings deep within me that I have long since forgotten. You are the soul I cannot live without."

You released a breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding. He stepped towards you, closing the gap between you. When he reached you, he did not hesitate, he did not waver. He leaned down and kissed your lips, infusing it with all of the things he could never put into words. All of his thoughts, emotions...all of the love in his heart, everything he was and ever will be, you felt it all.

When you parted, you felt cold and empty, as if his kiss was all that was keeping you alive. "Morpheus," you whispered.

"I am here, sweet one. I will always be here."

Tears formed in your eyes as it dawned on you just how limited your time here was. Morpheus was Endless. He would be here long after you were gone. You would be nothing but a distant memory living only in his mind.

"Take me back," Death said softly, breaking the painful silence.

"Pardon?" Morpheus asked.

"Dream, we must go to the waking world."

You inhaled sharply, knowing what she was saying.

Morpheus looked at you, and you felt as though he was memorizing every inch of your face. You offered him a soft smile, but your eyes betrayed the sorrow you felt.

"It does not matter how short our time together has been. I will remember you with love for all of my days," he said gently.

You nodded. "So will I."

Goodbye was not something either of you could face, so you were glad when he and Death disappeared together, leaving you, Lucienne, and Matthew alone in the painfully silent library.

"I am sorry, my lady," Lucienne said softly.

You turned to face her and were surprised by the sadness on her face. "Oh, Lucienne. Life is short and fleeting, and death comes for us all. But I am so very glad to have met you."

Matthew hopped closer to you. "I'm sorry, too. I actually really like you."

The way he said it made you laugh. "I like you too, Matthew. Even though you're so loud all the time."

Lucienne laughed and you smiled. Matthew ruffled up his feathers and you knew he appreciated the humor. You didn't want to leave this place, to leave these new friends you had made, but choices were not always something you got to make.

In that moment, you felt a pull in your chest and you knew it was time. You smiled at your friends and gave them a little wave. "I will remember you, always."

"As will we," Lucienne answered, tears staining her cheeks as she watched you disappear.

"It's not fair," Matthew lamented.

"No, Matthew. It truly is not."

**********

You awoke to the sound of rhythmic beeping. It wasn't your alarm, it sounded too slow. You couldn't get a sense of where you were and the sound was echoing in your mind. What is that infernal noise?

As your consciousness returned, you started to hear voices. Soft voices, voices you were certain you knew, but could not place. Your whole body felt heavy and you found it impossible to move. You told yourself you needed to wake up fully and you tried to force your eyes open.

The more effort you put in, the more you began to remember things. Things that made no sense. There was a man and a woman...a talking raven. Dreams and death and darkness, mixed with love and hope and joy.

With a sudden burst of energy, your eyes flew open. You took in the room, quickly realizing it was a hospital room. How did I get here? Your eyes began to adjust to the bright lights and you saw two people standing over you. When your eyes landed on the woman, you could not place her, but when your eyes turned to the man, something clicked. His starry blue eyes connected with yours and everything made sense. Every memory, every moment, every word shared, came flooding back to you. "Morpheus," you croaked, voice hoarse from lack of use.

"Hello, my love. Welcome back to the land of the living."

His words reminded you of the other person in the room. "Death?" you questioned softly.

She stepped forward, gently placing her hand on yours. "It is not your time, (Y/N). Nor will it ever be, should you choose so."

She noticed the confusion in your eyes and offered some clarification. "I could not, in good conscious, take you from this world, not when your soul and my brother's belong together."

You looked at Morpheus and saw the joy in his eyes and you understood. Truly understood. "I will not die?"

Death shook her head. "As long as you wish to live, so shall it be."

You let out a breathy laugh. "Morpheus," you said, reaching for him.

"I am here, my darling." He stepped forward and took your hand.

"I will leave you to enjoy your time together. I am happy for you both," Death said.

"Thank you," you said softly, knowing she would understand the full weight of your appreciation.

"It was my pleasure." She squeezed her brother's arm and he gave her a nod that was filled with gratitude and love. She disappeared then, off to perform her duties in the waking world.

The full weight of everything that had happened to you began to sink in. Somehow, you had fallen in love with the literal sandman and his home, made friends with a librarian and a talking raven, met Death, and almost died.

Morpheus sensed your emotions and gently took your hand in his. "I cannot imagine how you must be feeling right now. I am, as always, here for you should you need me."

You smiled. "I'm overwhelmed, in all honesty. Though I'd imagine you already figured that out."

He chuckled lightly. "I figured as much, yes."

You sighed. "Morpheus?"

"Yes, my love?"

"Would you take me home, please?"

Sadness creeped into his face. He had thought, perhaps foolishly, that you would ask to come stay with him in The Dreaming. But your life was here, your friends, your family...he could not ask you to leave that. "Of course."

You recognized his change in emotion immediately. "Morpheus, you are my home," you said gently.

He looked at you in a mixture of surprise and confusion. "I am?"

"My life here is over. I am forever changed by everything that has happened, and even more so by my love for you. The waking world is no longer my home. You are."

Realization danced across his features, making his eyes light up from within.

"So, would you take me home?" you asked softly.

"Of course, my love." He took your hand and helped you out of the bed before pulling you close. Sand danced around you both as the hospital room began to fade. The next thing you saw was the inside of the library in The Dreaming, the place you had left only minutes before.

You had no idea how much time had passed in The Dreaming, but you wished to see Lucienne again. As if Morpheus could read your mind, he called out for his librarian.

She appeared as quickly as he had summoned her, clearly prepared to comfort her grieving master. Surprise lit up her face as she saw the two of you standing side by side, looking very much alive.

"(Y/N)?" she asked tentatively.

You nodded. "It's me, Lucienne. I've come home."

The librarian made a sound that you would have called a squeal of delight if had come from someone else. "Oh, I think this calls for a celebration, your majesties," she said cheerfully.

"Your...your what?" you asked.

Morpheus placed his hand on the small of your back, "The Dreaming is as much yours as it is mine, my Queen. Lucienne is simply acknowledging that fact."

"Queen?"

Morpheus laughed at your expression. "Should you wish to be, the title is yours."

"Queen," you said softly. "It feels...odd."

Morpheus looked crestfallen.

"But at the same time, it feels right."

A grin formed on his face and your lips curved to match. "Would you like to see your kingdom, my lady?" he asked softly.

"I would love to, my lord."

In the wake of all that had happened, the formality that had annoyed you in the beginning now took on a different meaning. His words were affectionate, as were yours, a gentle, loving tone, instead of a mocking one.

**********

You felt as though you'd been meeting people all day. You swore you had been everywhere in The Dreaming and met every single one of Morpheus's subjects, or your subjects now, you supposed. It all still felt surreal.

Despite your newfound immortality, you felt tired after such a long day. So much had changed in such a short time, but everything felt right for the first time in ages.

Morpheus led you to an inner room in the palace, opening the door to allow you entry first. What you saw made you smile. It was a large, spacious bedroom, with a beautiful view of the realm. There was a fireplace, two chairs, and a large bed, but the thing you liked most was the way the room felt. It felt warm, cozy...it felt like home.

You turned to Morpheus with a smile, his own expression matching yours. "It is to your liking?" he asked.

"It's perfect," you said softly. You sat on the edge of the bed, feeling the soft comforter under your fingers. "Sit with me, my love."

He shut the door and crossed the room towards you, but instead of sitting beside you, he knelt in front of you.

"Morpheus?" you asked in surprise.

"There is something you must know, something I must say."

You nodded, feeling slightly worried about what he was about to say.

"My love for you will last through all the ages of this universe, through its death. Through the death of all things, my love for you will remain."

Your breath caught in your chest and words failed to come to you. Instead, you leaned down and kissed the man you loved with all your heart and soul. A kiss he returned gladly.

He stood slowly, lips never leaving yours, pulling you up along with him. His gentle hands caressed your body, each touch sending sparks of desire through you. In return, your hands slid slowly up his neck, your fingers entangling in his unruly hair. He made a soft noise of approval against your lips and his hands began to remove your clothing with soft authority.

You had no desire to separate your lips from his, despite the ache in your airless lungs. Morpheus, however, pulled away from you to allow the air to return to your grateful lungs. Your eyes couldn't tear themselves away from his gaze. In his lustful state, his eyes were impossibly darker, yet more brilliant than you had ever seen them. The entirety of the universe lived within those beautiful orbs and you found yourself completely lost within them.

His eyes fluttered closed as he leaned in to kiss you once more, but you stopped him with a gentle hand to his mouth. His gorgeous eyes opened once more, confusion etched into his perfect features. "Do you wish to stop, beloved?"

"No," you said softly. "I wish to stare into your eyes for just a moment longer."

His expression softened, lips curving into a small smile. "I believe I can accommodate such a simple request."

A soft light danced in his eyes as he spoke, giving them a mischievous glint. Somehow, it only made them all the more enthralling.

After a few more moments of tender embrace, eyes never straying from the other's, you leaned into him, silently asking to feel his lips against yours again. Morpheus was only too happy to comply, soft pink lips encapsulating yours in one gentle movement.

"I wish to feel your skin against mine," he whispered against your lips.

"I think that could be arranged," you murmured, tone amused.

Before the words were even out of your mouth, you felt a sudden cold breeze, and you quickly realized you were naked, as was the man you were entwined with. "Morpheus!"

He grinned against your lips. "I did not want to wait."

You chuckled lightly. "You're very impatient for an immortal."

He smiled, eyes meeting yours affectionately. "Only when it comes to you, my love."

He took a step back, eyes slowly roaming your naked form, taking in every inch of your exposed skin. You felt utterly exposed under his gaze, self-doubt and discomfort slowly creeping in. Your body shifted slightly, belying your discomfort, but all of that was quickly forgotten when his eyes met yours again.

"Exquisite perfection," he whispered reverently. His gaze was tender, eyes filled with love.

You felt your heart skip a beat in your chest, sheer disbelief your prevailing emotion. For an Endless such as Morpheus, a being so perfect, to look at you and find perfection, was the most intoxicating feeling you had ever experienced.

It was your turn to appreciate his form, and appreciate it you did. His alabaster skin was completely unmarred, every inch of his body perfectly defined. There weren't words to describe the beauty of Dream of the Endless, but words weren't what he needed. You stepped towards him, reaching out to lay a hand against his chest, feeling his porcelain skin beneath. You looked up at him, admiration and appreciation in your gaze, earning a smirk from the man before you.

He did not speak, instead he gently guided you to the bed, laying you down beneath him on the satin sheets. His lips hovered over yours, your breath mingling with his, as his hands traced their way from your face, down your neck, over the swell of your chest, and down to your soft stomach. His skin felt like silk against yours, the softness a stark contrast to the sharp planes of his body.

His touch alone made you feel more loved than you ever had in your life. Each movement was reverent, as if he was worshiping your body. His lips finally lowered, meeting yours in a searing kiss. All of his desire and passion was poured into this single kiss, a kiss you returned in kind.

Your hands once again tangled in his hair, tighter than before, earning a growl from deep in his chest. What had begun as soft love making, turned into a passionate fire that could not be stopped.

You felt him everywhere. Every part of you was covered in Morpheus, his lips, his touch, his lithe form, his essence. Every breath you took was him, every sensation you felt was him. You were utterly consumed by him, and him by you.

Hands and lips, yours and his, covering every inch of skin either of you could reach. The sounds you pulled from each other's lips were beautiful and sinful, a melody only you together could make.

By the time Morpheus asked the question, you were barely able to formulate a response. "Beloved, may I take thee?"

You nodded, words a distant memory.

"Please, my love. Let me hear you say it."

"Yes, Morpheus. I want you," you breathed.

The affirmation was all he needed to hear. His lips met yours as he fully sheathed himself inside of you, the warmth of your walls welcoming him in. You gasped in pleasure, feeling filled in a way you had never imagined.

Morpheus made love to you with the same reverence he had shown before. Each movement, each thrust of his hips, was done with only your pleasure in mind. His eyes watched your face, taking in your expression, learning what brought you the greatest pleasure.

He loved hearing the sounds you made, knowing that it was his body giving you such pleasure. He could have listened to your beautiful noises for eternity, but he knew you were close to your climax.

"I can feel you, beloved, so close," he whispered against your skin. "Come undone for me, my love. I have you."

His words combined with his movements sent you spiraling over the edge with a cry of his name. Your body bucked and writhed beneath his, sending him over the same edge, his deep voice murmuring your name like a prayer.

As your bodies began to settle, and your breathing began to even, he laid down beside you, pulling you close. Your head rested against his chest, listening to the rapid beating of his heart. His long fingers danced softly against your skin, goosebumps freckling in his wake. He placed a soft kiss to your forehead, before leaning back against the pillows, content to hold you forever.

You kissed his chest and murmured sweet nothings into his skin. Your complete and utter adoration was almost unbearable for him, as he was unaccustomed to such affection. You could feel the slight tension in his body, so you lifted your head to look at his face.

His face reflected the same love and adoration you felt, but you could see the slight insecurity in his gaze. "You don't believe me?" you asked softly.

He looked confused. "What do you mean, my love?"

"You don't believe that I adore you? That I love you more than words can say? That I treasure every part of you, whether I know that part or not?"

He swallowed thickly, Adam's apple bobbing slightly. "It is not that I do not believe you. I am simply not accustomed to a love such as yours, nor the sweet compliments you praise me with."

You smiled and reached up to touch his cheek. He leaned into your hand and closed his eyes, feeling whole in a way only you could create.

"My lord," you began softly, your tone teasing, but honest. "You're stuck with me, so I highly suggest you get used to the barrage of compliments I will continue to throw at you."

He chuckled warmly, pulling you closer so he could kiss your soft lips. When he pulled away, he had a small smile on his face. "As long as you allow me to worship you for all of eternity, I will learn to be comfortable with your deep, and very vocal, affection."

Your smile matched his and you placed a soft kiss to the skin of his jaw. "I think I can manage that."

He chuckled again and wrapped his other arm around you, having no desire to let you go any time soon. "For now, rest, my love. I will be here when you wake."

As if his words were a lullaby sung in the most beautiful velvety tone, your eyes closed and you drifted off into a deep, peaceful sleep, in the arms of the Endless who would love you through the end of time.

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