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meowufff · 10 months

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This is my first actual post on Tumblr ever so pls bear with me. Also, English is not my first language so pls excuse any mistakes I make :)

So, this whole thing here started just as a joke bc I was curious if anyone else was feeling constantly tired all day no matter how long I sleep. But it all somehow escalated a bit and I may have started hyperfixating on it so well, now it actually became a little survey.

I also wanted to mention that I only asked the artist in my little Tumblr bubble, which is mostly tmnt content, so my results are mostly referring to tmnt artists.

In total, I asked 143 people if they could remember the last time they woke up and just felt actually rested for more than half of the day.

I probably could have been more specific with my question but again, I did not actually planned to let it become so big. Personally, for me being rested means, having a clear head, no headache or foggy mind without consuming any caffeine.

So out of 143 people, 100 answered me and I tried my best to sort all of the answers after the criteria “good-sleep-schedule” and “bad-sleep-schedule” and also noted when exactly they last felt actually rested into either the last days, weeks, months, years or “???” when they couldn’t remember or didn’t mention anything specific.

And let’s just say… it does not really look good. Out of 100 people, only 18 have an actual good sleep schedule. Out of these 18 people, 13 felt really rested in the last days, 2 in the last weeks, only one person in the last months and 2 in the last years.

Out of the 82 of people who have a bad sleep schedule, 10% lastly felt rested in the last days, 11% in the last weeks, 11% in the last months, 30% in the last years, and 38% couldn’t remember or didn’t specify it.

While reading all your answers I came to realize being sleep deprived is not just bc any of them thought “Oh it would be really neat to stay up till 4 am!” or smth like that.

A lot of the artists who answered me mentioned that they have trouble falling asleep or staying asleep due to stuff like insomnia, chronic pain, other issues, or children (yeah, ok, there was just one who had a child but still).

While analyzing I mostly referred the situations to my own experience with going to sleep or rather not going to sleep...

I usually don’t have problems falling asleep but trouble actually putting my stuff away and going to bed bc I don’t want to end the day or just don’t want to go to sleep (don’t ask why, I have no idea why I am like this). While having these “episodes” I often doodle smth, binge reading some fanfics, or watch whatever I can find on the internet until I’m just falling asleep or can convince myself that it is 3 am and I really should go to bed now.

So, my personal theory about why sleep deprivation is so common among Tumblr artists is not bc they do art all night. My theory is that a lot of people who have trouble falling asleep due to insomnia, pain, or other issues are filling the time until they hopefully fall asleep with their art, doodles, writings, or whatever their creative minds can bring up, to help the time pass.

In total that would mean that not all artists are sleep deprived but more that a lot of people who have trouble falling asleep do a lot of art or creative stuff in general.

Something I could also imagine is, that if they start doing art while waiting for sleep, they start to concentrate a lot on creating more and start procrastinating sleep even if they actually get tired bc they wanna do art and fuck up their non-existing sleep schedule even more but that could also just be me projecting here.

I know that is probably no kind of big revelation but for me it was kind of surprising to see how many people here are as sleep deprived as me and due to what reasons.

I’m not going to preach to any of you to get that problem solved or smth, I have no right to tell you what to do and would be a major hypocrite so instead I really which everyone to get some kind of good sleep schedule one day and the joy of waking up and feeling completely rested at least thrice per week.

I absolutely love all your art and thank you a thousand times for helping me with this spontaneous survey!

I would love to hear your opinions on my theory and conclusion so pls don’t be shy and feel free to point out any mistakes I may have made or tell me your own theories :D

Also, if my question is still sitting in your inbox, feel free to answer! I’m gonna keep ma big ass excel table so I can edit all the results anytime. And maybe, one day, I'm gonna continue this survey and go into more detail but for now I need to leave it like this.

Ok, that's all I got

BYE!

Thanks to all participants

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#Average Tumblr artists sleep deprivation #Sleep survey #Survey #If I had put at least half the effort I put into this survey into learning I wouldn't need to do a retake of my finals #Hyperfixiation is kicking HARD #that escalated quickly

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mitsies · 1 year

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it’s late february when gojo satoru decides he likes you.

the year is 2006, and the hour is late. a midnight snowfall takes place outside the window of gojo’s dorm room.

he sits at his desk, feet kicked up and pen twirling in his hand as he stares at the open laptop in front of him. the screen goes dim from being untouched for too long and gojo key smashes onto the blank document to wake it back up.

he’s currently mulling over an unfinished (and unstarted) mission report that was due appropriately 3 hours ago. but he just couldn’t find the words in himself to put onto paper.

(or, more accurately and less poetically- he just really didn’t want to.)

and plus, he was bored, and lonely. no one was awake at this time so he had no company, and gojo had found that he always worked better when not alone.

he sighed to himself before hunching back over the keyboard, ready to type in some nonsensical bullshit, when he sees something out his window- a person, clad in their pajamas, trudging through the snow. they were wearing fuzzy socks and gojo cringed because he just knew that they were soaked.

it was you, marching outside in horrid weather, with an expression that lay somewhere between delirious and determined.

he watched for a few more beats as you brushed snow off the courtyard benches with your bare, ungloved hands, seemingly in search of something. he wonders what could be so important that you’d brave the cold at this hour. gojo doesn't think he'd do that for anyone or anything in a million years.

his opinion of you, at the time, is not so positive. you were the second arrival to tokyo jujutsu high after him, and he didn't think he liked you very much. you seemed a little too apathetic, a little too spacey, contrasting his impassioned, driven personality.

you didn't seem very warm, he supposed, and that wasn't something he liked. (gojo never once considered that maybe, he just hadn't taken the time to get to know you.)

he's not sure why he follows you out into the snow, but before gojo knows it, he's pulled on his overpriced sneakers and a black scarf, and is standing beneath the overhang to the courtyard where you continued to search.

"i didn't think you were one to enjoy the snow so much," he calls out. you turn to face him, eyes wide, not having expected company. you look pretty, eyelashes webbed with snowflakes and a crown of ice adorning your hair. gojo's breath catches in his throat.

"i don't," you reply. your voice is thick with exhaustion, and gojo now sees how your arms are folded around your s shivering frame, and how your teeth chatter in the night.

"then what are you doing here?"

you look almost sheepish. "i forgot my book outside this morning."

gojo blinks. he wasn't expecting that. "you came outside in, like, negative 100-degree weather.. for a book?"

"listen," you start, indignant, "it was a really good book. it was actually so good that i dreamed about it, and i woke up because i didn't know what happened next. that's how i realized it was missing."

"so you're looking for your book at midnight in the snow because you had a dream about it?"

"basically."

gojo nods. "i'll help you look."

now it's your turn to be surprised. you knew he wasn't your biggest fan- but now, here he was, looking for something that had no meaning to him, solely for your peace of mind.

"oh. thanks, but... why?"

gojo shrugs. "i was working on a report and this seems more interesting. plus, you looked so sad and miserable and on the verge of death so you probably need the help."

you snort. that made more sense, you thought. he just didn't want to work, and this was an excuse to procrastinate further. you didn't think that gojo satoru had a selfless bone in his body.

but then he walked over to you, out in the snow, and removed his scarf. he wrapped it around your neck, deft fingers not yet numbed by the freezing temperatures.

"but first," he says, "you should put on some shoes. and grab a jacket. you might like, actually freeze. you look awful."

(he was lying. you looked heaven-sent in the stark whiteness of the background, but also kind of sickly due to the cold.)

he was close enough to kiss, you noted, though you weren't sure why. his face hovered close to yours and you could see the puffs of breath ghosting your cheeks. he's warm, so warm, and you're so tired- you don't even realize, but you slouch against him.

"you're probably right," you concede.

gojo is still, unsure of what to do. there's a pretty girl half-asleep on his chest in the freezing cold, one who he kind of hates but also thinks is really, really cute, and all he can do is place a hand on the side of your head and hold you there in a passive not-a-hug.

in a split-second, he realizes, though; he's not too sure if he can dislike you anymore. he'd thought of you as uncaring, but he supposes that can't be true anymore- not when you're desperate enough to know the ending of the story to traverse the snow in your fuzzy raccoon socks. you care a little, at least, about something.

(maybe gojo's grasping at straws to find a reason to justify his sudden liking of you. it works for him, though, because he smiles down at the top of your head and a warmth expands in the pit of his stomach.)

you pull yourself back drowsily, almost swaying where you stand. in an act of uncharacteristic kindness, gojo leads you back inside. you don't protest. he makes an amicable conversation with you, chattering away at half his normal volume to spare you the jarring sound of his blabbering.

"what book were you looking for, anyways?" he inquires at some point.

you're all but leaning against him as he guides you back to your dorm. he plans on leaving you there, because you're basically already dead on your feet and will probably pass out and die if you keep looking.

"kafka on the shore."

"i didn't know you knew murakami."

you manage a wry look through your heavy eyelids. "i didn't know you knew how to read."

he feigns a gasp and clasps a hand over his heart. "do you even know who i am?"

you hum contemplatively. "not really. but i wouldn't mind getting to know you."

his heart stops, and stutters. he hopes you're too tired to notice the rose flush gracing his cheeks. at this point, you've both made it to your dorm and you're already sitting on your bed. you look at him with your head tipped to the side and gojo realizes: he definitely doesn't dislike you. he might even go as far as to say he enjoys your company, if only a little bit.

he doesn't reply to your previous statement. "goodnight," he says instead, gently sliding the door shut. he hears you mutter a half-hearted 'sleep well' but he's already skipping back to his dorm room, grinning like a buffoon. he might as well be giggling and singing and dancing, with the way he feels like a child.

okay, so yes, gojo satoru probably liked you. maybe a little, probably a lot.

(he finds your copy of kafka on the shore in the common room the next morning. he thinks he'll give it back to you with a little note, asking you to a nice lunch with him later that day.)

#gojo satoru #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojou x reader #gojo x reader #gojou satoru #gojou satoru x reader #satoru x reader #satoru gojo #satoru gojou #jjk fanfic #jjk fluff #jjk gojo #jjk #jujutsu kaisen gojou #reader insert #ew this is kind of nasty but ive been neglecting jjk #SORRY IM BACK I STILL LOVE U

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targaryenluvs · 4 months

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ok hear me out w this dark!finnick idea; post-74th everlark, snow’s trying to do damage control and tells finnick to date another victor, and finnick’s hesitance to date his former mentee— means ofc she’s picked :( it’s not like finnick would ever put on a show to get her purposefully picked, he’s totally a good mentor and he’s defiantly never thought of ruining her, but, might as well make the most of it

alternatively omg image finnick living through the rebel’s victory— but the aftermath of the takeover meant a lot of the ppl involved in the games (no matter how small apart they played) get to executed,, including the little capitol girl who was (barely) part of his team n helped him get ready (or mb his district escort, or just like a stylist idk). helpful, helpful finnick steps up n tells her he can totally help her but it’s going to involve her losing her capital ties n taking up his name (plus they really have to sell it, so good knows how far they’d have to go, but he’s always so willing n helpful)

these aren’t requests or anything, i haven’t slept in 30 hours and I watched like my nth finnick edit whilst procrastinating prepping for my applied physics final

first of all i know i always sleep at wild times but THIRTY HOURS?? BABY GO TO SLEEP!!!

second of all, i wish you the best on your physics final ❤️

third of all your mind works wonders!!

can you imagine him seeing her again for the first time after she’s picked?? imagine nervous finnick for the first time 😭

“just our luck huh? two idiots make fools of the capitol and we end up on damage control!” your voice was as always sweet and pretty. finnick wanted to bottle it up all for himself.

“who would’ve thought?” finnick smiled, the charm may have been turned on but god was he a mess inside.

“you look good finn, grown. how’ve you been?”

i’ve been patiently waiting for the next time i see you. he wondered if that would scare you off so he smiled instead, “waiting for my lovely mentor to show and she’s here now so great.” you giggled as your touched his bicep, and his pants felt tighter, god you were adorable. you may be older than him but he has grown, and now he towers over you, dwarfs you in comparison and he adores it.

“you look stunning per usual.” you grinned and took your dress in, a gorgeous baby blue dress, with tiny straps on each side and a slit on the right side. your neck looked oddly markable to finnick but he’d refrain for now. “and you look handsome, when’d that happen?” you teased him before pinching his cheek.

you still thought of him as the same little boy from four. he could tell, but he wasn’t a boy anymore and he’d show you that.

“who knows. now, we have people to see.” he linked his arm with yours as the two of you made your way from the foyer and into the den of the capitol, hungry eyes and touchy hands pounced at the opportunity to feel the capitols darling and diamond.

he would snap every hand if he could, you were his, even if you didn’t know it yet.

“yes. i’ll do it, i don’t want to- no i can’t die.” you were crying now and finnick felt bad, but you’d just agreed to marry him so he couldn’t care less.

“no tears honey, you get to live.” his voice was sweet and comforting, looking up at him you felt happy. you watched him grow up, you helped him through it and now he was helping you, you couldn’t help but feel grateful.

“thank you finnick really, you don’t have to do this.” he shook his head and wiped away your tears, “you’ve been by my side for so long it’s the least i could do y/n.” your teary eyes should’ve made him feel bad but the idea of your marriage had his own heart racing. and as you hugged him he felt his worries melt away.

you were locked in for life.

#kira and anon chat <3 #dark!finnick odair x reader #finnick odair x reader

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cyberkitty1 · 10 months

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E42!Miles Morales x shy!reader

part 1

Ever since you guys had the project together it seemed like the both of you grew closer and closer together. Your parents know Rio and Aaron. You guys have had each other over for dinner so many times you cant even count it.

With each passing second you can feel yourself falling for him more and more. Though it seems like he’s been the same since you first met.

You were over at Miles place for dinner; your parents couldn’t make it due to work, but you didn’t mind. You sat in Miles room on his bed watching movies when he asked you a question that made your eyes go wide.

“You got a boyfriend?” He says leaning back on the palms of his hands with his legs straight out in front of him. “ No I don’t, do you have a girlfriend?” “ Nah”. This odd silence fell between the two of you, more awkward than usual. “Well, do you like anyone then?” you say turning your head towards him.

He shifts his weight onto his left hand while his right comes up to itch his neck. “ Well yea”. You feel your heart sink for a second; I mean why wouldn’t he like anyone? Your curiosity was rising “ Do I know who she is?”.

He stiffens before he could open his mouth Rio’s voice can be heard calling you guys down for dinner “ Kids come down food is ready!”. He gets up first leaving the room without a word you sigh following him.

After dinner you help wash dishes and clean off the table. When done you take yourself to Miles room; he was sitting on his bed phone in hand. He looks up at you putting his phone face down on the bed.

You look at the time 7:25 you don’t have to go home till 9:30. He speaks up “ so you wanna watch somethin’ ?” “Oh yea sure, you can choose”. The awkward silence was there again. He grabs the remote and puts something you’ve both already see on.

“You asked me somethin earlier” You thought for a second trying to remember what he’s talking about, but then a lightbulb goes off in your head. “ yea I did” He starts “ shes real nice, and pretty. Shes smart as hell too. We watch a ton of bad movies and laugh about how bad they are, you’d love her”. Feeling a bit defeated you sigh. “ Yea probably”.

In that moment Miles starts laughing “I know you can be an airhead sometimes but really?” He looks over at you and you look back confused. “ What are you talking about” “ Como estas tan despistada?”

“I’m talking about you”

You sit registering what he just said. “Huh” you weren’t thinking straight “ ME?” he nods “ who else do i watch trashy movies with just to rate them? What other girls do my mom let into the house with no questions asked? WHO else does my mom let come into my room AND lets me shut the door?” he says pointing to the door.

“Now i feel dumb” you say covering your face. He starts laughing at you.”Meaning you like me too” He doesn’t say it as a question he says it as a statement. “yeaaa” you say looking through your hands like this. 🫣

With that he sits next to you. “ yea i knew you did.” You look at him in disbelief “then why didnt you say anything??” “ Its funny watching you get flustered and stuff” he days nudging your shoulder.

You look over at him seeing his adorning brown eyes. “ So, what does that make us now?” you say quietly as if you were to say it any louder he would turn away and act as if this never happened.

“ Lets take it slow, ill take you on a date tomorrow, how does that sound Mi novia?” He reached for your hand intertwining it with your own “ sounds perfect”.

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Sorry for the wait, i was procrastinating and wanting it to be perfect all at the same time HAHA

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haknom · 4 months

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A CHRISTMAS SPECIAL — YANG JUNGWON

EPISODE TWO — lake road drive (0.7k words)

Jungwon loved Christmas. He always did.

The beautiful lights of the Christmas tree, lighting up the area he stood in, the smell of sugar cookies baking in the oven, the strong aroma of fresh hot chocolate in his mug, but sadly, he wasn’t at home.

Instead, he was at the cafe—working.

He sighed, continuing his work on wiping down the counters. It was 9:10 AM, meaning he clocked in 10 minutes ago.

What was he supposed to do for the next 8 hours? There were barely any customers and he was the only employee there.

Was this a punishment for something he had done in his past life?

He frowned at the thought while disposing of the now dirt bar towel in a separate bucket. He approached the sink nearby and washed his hands in warm water.

There weren’t any managers around, of course he could use his phone and watch something, but what would he watch?

He already binged most of the K-dramas on his list, there was practically none left for him to watch. Home Alone could work though.

While drying his hands, he fetched his phone from his apron pocket, opening Netflix in a swift manner, and clicking on the first movie in his continue watching—Home Alone 2.

He propped up his phone against his empty mug of hot chocolate and took a seat on a stool nearby. This could keep him occupied for the next hour or two.

You stuffed your hands in your pockets, shoving your phone into your pocket with them. You were freezing. It was freezing.

Your nose turned a light shade of red, ears feeling as if they would fall off anytime soon.

Maybe you should’ve stayed in your dorm. But if you did, you knew you wouldn’t get any work done. It was obvious how much you could procrastinate with a comfortable bed near you. It wasn’t the best habit.

You rocked back and forth on your feet, waiting for the bus to arrive. Did it always take this long or were you just feeling very impatient?

The sound of a vehicle driving on the icy roads caught your attention, bringing you out of your thoughts. The bus.

“Finally,” you muttered, fetching your bus card from your pockets. The doors opened and you walked through, tapping your card on the machine before sitting down.

It was still cold on the bus, but it was better than being stranded outside.

You had only 3 stops before you arrived at the cafe which was a perfect amount for you. You didn’t have to wait too long or too short.

You gripped on the backpack in your lap, paying attention to the robotic voice that called out every stop.

“Lake Road Drive…” You whispered, reminding yourself what your destination was.

But wait, was it Lake Road Drive? Your eyes scanned the list of upcoming stops, not one of them was Lake Road Drive.

You paused, realizing you have gotten on the wrong bus. The cold really got to your head, your one thought of getting to warmth overpowering your many other ones.

You pressed the stop button in haste, rushing off the bus when it hit the breaks.

Now, where were you? You had no clue.

You looked around in confusion, hoping to spot something familiar but there was nothing. You adjusted your backpack on your shoulders, sighing. You were lost, but weren’t far from home.

Just lost.

You turned around and scanned the line of stores. Maybe you could bunk in one of them and work on your essay there instead.

“Lustre Cafe?” You mumbled, staring at the sign.

Hey, it was still a cafe, it could still work.

Jungwon laughed at a scene in the movie, a smile still on his face a few moments after. He took a bite of a sugar cookie, placing it down right after.

The door chimed, alerting Jungwon a customer had arrived. His smile faltered, becoming a frown, as he paused his movie and prepared to take an order.

You walked in, sighing relieved at the warmth that engulfed your exterior.

You walked over to the cashier, your eyes focused on searching for your wallet.

“Hello, welcome to Lustre Cafe. What can I get for you?” Jungwon said, his eyes on the buttons of the cash register.

“Could I get a medium hot chocolate and…” You paused, not knowing what else was on their menu. You looked up, spotting their Christmas special sugar cookies.

“Oh, and 6 of the Christmas special sugar cookies.” You said, smiling and looking at the cashier in front of you. Best believe you were shocked.

“Is that all?” Jungwon asked, looking up at you, eyes widening as well.

“…Yeah”

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zorosq · 11 months

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our baby sister ; asl

↻ fluff, overprotective sabo, luffy being luffy, comedy (??), grammatical errors

↻ pairing ↬ asl x (platonic) fem!reader! x sanji

@br34ky0ursp1n3 asked: Hello! So I was wondering if you could make a modern au fic with the classic asl brothers! Could it ofc be with a fem!reader as the youngest of the four and they're all at a restaurant, a waiter about reader's age starts flirting with reader right in front of her brothers?? Thank you and have a wonderful day! 😋

a/n this was sitting in my draft for so long. im really sorry for procrastinating :( making sanji the waiter bcs its fun.

“hmm... what do you think? should we take her out to celebrate?” ace asked sabo. the blond thought for a moment. “i mean...” he hesitates. “we should!” luffy suddenly chimed in. “she’s done amazing on her tests! but she probably should have done better than me,” luffy added quietly on the last part.

sabo and ace quickly punched luffy’s head. “as if you’re any better!” ace scolded. “you know better that i did better,” ace suddenly added. and he gets a beating from sabo. “no, the two of you did worse. seriously?! how could you two failed all of the subjects except for p.e class?!” sabo scolded them, crossing his arms together.

suddenly, you barged in through the door, squealing as you held your test results. “i. got. straight. a’s!” you screamed, shoving the paper in front of your brothers’ faces. ace and luffy only watched with their mouth wide open while sabo looked at you proudly.

“we’re taking you out to celebrate,” sabo announced, smiling widely at you.

“can you believe it?! i still have a good laugh thinking about that story!” ace slapped the table while laughing loudly. “i swear the look on luffy's face when grandpa caught him skipping class!”

you and sabo laugh along. “but you got caught too!” luffy quickly added. this makes ace’s face to go red with embarrassment. “and your face was deffinitely funnier!” luffy laughed loudly this time. ace’s laughter already died down the moment luffy mentioned his involvement.

you take a sip of your drink while smiling at your brothers. the waiter finally arrives with your food. “here’s one special drink for a beautiful lady,” the man smiled at you. “oh, you’ve got it wrong. we didn’t order this,” you denied the drink politely.

“is there any other beautiful lady here?” the blond smirked. “it’s on the house,” he added. “sanji? what are you doing here?” luffy asked, tilting his head in confusion. sabo was fuming with anger. he cleared his throat loudly and glared at sanji. “yeah, what are you doing here, sanji?” sabo said in a low, threatening voice.

“i work here, of course!” sanji revealed proudly. “i thought that my attire was obvious enough,” he added quietly. “anyway, i hope you guys enjoy dinner. especially you, beautiful,” sanji said, kissing your hand before taking his leave.

you flinched when sabo suddenly slammed the table. “the audacity of him to be touching our baby sister!” ace and luffy only shrugged and continued eating their meals. “sabo, relax. he was just being nice,” you chuckled. “he was clearly flirting with you!”

this caused your two other brothers to gasp. “he was flirting with y/n?!” they said in union. ensue to your brothers bickering that the four of you got kicked out of the restaurant for being too loud.

#luffy x reader #ace x reader #sabo x reader #asl x reader #ASL brothers #asl fluff #portgas d ace #SABO #ace #tiny bit of sanji x reader #fluff #one piece #one piece fanfiction #one piece fluff #one piece oneshot

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junhyukiscute · 1 year

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ENEMIES-TO-LOVERS with Jungwon

SUMMARY. you start ignoring jungwon and he doesn’t like it.

it’s a well known fact that jungwon and you didn’t get along. whenever you tried discussing in class, he’d refute your claims with better statements. whenever he was talking to students and staff, you’d call him out on his artificial behavior. however with your grades not being the best, you stopped taking time out of your day fighting with jungwon to better them. eventually and unknowingly, you just stopped acknowledging the boy in general. it went on for a good period until he was standing at your library table.

“(y/n), let’s talk,” jungwon said.

“sorry, kind of busy right now,” you said, tilted your head towards the stack of projects you’ve been procrastinating on while trying to beat your high score on subway surfers.

“too busy to spare a few minutes for me?” he scoffs. “you’re not even doing real work.”

you place your phone down and raise a brow at him. “what’s your problem?”

“my problem?” he asks, almost in disbelief. “what’s your problem, (l/n)? you suddenly stop with your remarks, and start ignoring me altogether. it’s like I never even existed to you and no matter what I've tried doing, I get no response. did I do something to make you mad? tell me, because I can’t stand this,” he angrily replies.

you blinked, taken aback by the rapid fire. “you came.. to talk about me not talking.. to you?”

“oh good, your brain still works.”

“I don’t understand why you don’t treat others the same way you do with me,” you shake your head, “that president persona doesn’t really sui-”

“it’s because you’re not like the others, (y/n)!” he snaps, “how can I when they’re not the one I like?!”

“wait, you li-”

“yes, I like you, (y/n). I like you so much that i wanted to do anything to get you to continue talking to me, even if it meant having to start a fight. I like you so much to the point that even a crude comment from you would make my day and it felt like hell when you started ignoring me. I don’t know why I still like you so much when you don’t give me the time of day anymore!”

you watched as he regained his breath, huffing out of anger and his tears glossed over with frustration. tired from his outburst, he pulled out the chair and sat across from you and leaned his head back. “I can’t do this anymore. just.. tell me what I did wrong, please, (y/n). don’t make me a stranger.”

you pursed your lips in thought. was it really that bad? tentatively, you place your hand on top of jungwon’s. “I'm sorry, jungwon. I just wanted to get my grades up before I focus on anything else. i didn’t realize that it would take so long, nor would it result in ignoring you, which I had no intention of.”

“I could’ve helped you,” he mumbles.

“not with that mean attitude you’d give me,” you tease. he lets out a broken chuckle before looking at your hand on top of his clutched ones.

“I'm sorry, too. I shouldn’t have taken this approach, I should’ve been nicer to you.”

“hey, it’s all good. at least now I know that the famous president doesn’t actually hate me. he actually seems to like me a lot!” jungwon lets out a groan and places his head down on the desk. you let out a chuckle at his response and ruffle his black locks. “this side of you is really cute, it’s new.”

he raises his head up, “well, I can show you all kinds of sides to me if you wanted.”

“what are you implying, yang?”

he takes your hand off his head to intertwine them with his. bathing at how his almost cover yours completely, he looks at you earnestly. this time, his eyes shine, not with the devious mischief you’re used to, but with absolute adoration.

“give me a chance, (l/n). let me show you that im not the annoying class president, but the boy who likes you very much.”

a/n: reading this reminded me of a “what could’ve been” from my part two if jungwon had been more confrontational... unless? 🤪 an alternate reality

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fluff #enhypen angst #jungwon #ni-ki #sunoo #lee heeseung #park jongseong #jay #sim jaeyun #jake #sunghoon

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Meet Cute, Time Loop | KSJ

A story where Seokjin loves you before you love him before he loves you.

Fantasy AU. Seokjin x time traveler!reader

First of all, I never read the book The Time Traveler’s Wife. Okay, I did watch the movie with Rachel McAdams when I was a kid. And I started writing this before the HBO series, and got annoyed once I found out about it because I felt people would be like oh, you copied it, so I just stopped writing this story lol. But then with Seokjin’s enlistment news and now his b-day, I wanted to finish it for him ;_; So here you go, a story that is kind of sort of like Time Traveler’s Wife meets The Girl Who Leapt Through Time fueled by angst of not wanting him to leave :’D Enjoy!

Warnings: smut, age gap...in so many different ways...it's very complicated :’D, teacher/student, mention of unaliving, bigdick!seokjin because duh, oral sex, fingering, rough sex, praise kink

Word Count: 10.6k

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Your first meeting with Seokjin wasn’t memorable. It was short and sweet, at a café on your college campus. He paid for your coffee. The coffee shop on campus was always busy, a long line at every hour and your card was embarrassingly not working in the card reader. You knew you were a broke college kid, but you definitely had enough for at least a coffee! You fumbled with your wallet offering the cashier your apologies when a man behind you stepped up to the counter and offered to pay, ordering a drink for himself as well. Embarrassed, you quickly tried to stop him, but he gave you a kind smile that stopped you in your tracks and he told you not to worry.

He was a professor, you were a student.

And he was already in love with you.

You find a quiet corner in the library to finish homework for your upcoming class, always the procrastinator. Looking up from your notes, you see the same stunning man again, now taking a seat across from you. The library was massive but somehow he went to this floor, this section, this corner, and decided to finish his class lecture notes at the same table as you.

You try not to be distracted every time he pushes his glasses up with a cute wrist flick, coughing and turning the page to one of his books. You stifle a laugh and continue going over your notes. But when you look up again, you notice he’s watching you. Suddenly self conscious from the attention, you smile back, jittery and timid. This man is perfectly put together and you look like you just rolled out of bed. Probably because you did, because for some reason, you had thought it was a good idea to schedule a morning class (it is always a bad idea). Hence, the coffee.

You meet him again that day.

You were hurrying to class, books in your hand, still sorting through notes when you stepped off the sidewalk. People around you were still moving, you thought you had time.

You weren’t paying attention.

Strong hands grip your shoulder and pull you back onto the sidewalk as a car horn signals, a bus zooming by you as you fall back into a warm body.

“Oh my god, I didn’t mean t-to – I wasn’t – I’m Sorry!”

“Whoa there, you’re okay, you’re okay.” Seokjin holds you steady until you stop shaking. Until you realize he’s the same man who paid for your coffee, who kept distracting you from your homework with his good looks, who doesn’t look familiar but feels familiar.

“Hey,” he smiles.

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Seokjin’s first meeting with you happened when he was four years old. You were old – not your oldest – but older than you are now.

The first time you slipped through the cracks of time, you had really fallen.

You were on stage, amongst actors and directors and people infinitely more famous and important than you. But you were with them, having written the screenplay for the movie premiering that night. You were on a high stage, in the back, applauding everyone’s achievements. How it happened, no one knew, even with the hundreds of cameras, videos at every angle pointing at the stage at that moment...

You felt a tug, or perhaps a push; someone bumping into you or a fissure in the floor or you stumbling over your long dress or all three. It all happened so fast, it all culminating in one chaotic moment in time that left you falling.

Falling.

You fell head-over-heels, you slipped right over the stage barrier behind you.

You fell...

You fell into the sand, your silver sequined dress sparkling under the sunlight. Did you just die?

You can’t remember hitting the ground, your arm caught the edge and you held onto the stage for only seconds, it happened so quickly no one could get to you before the ledge slipped between your fingers. You were unprepared, unable to hold your body weight, and then your stomach lurched up and you felt the world slow down.

Life didn’t flash before your eyes like people said it would, not at all. All you could think about was, no, not yet, no! You didn’t want to die, not when your life was just starting, when your career was just becoming something! You wanted to live, you wanted to find love, you wanted-

“Help!”

Do people need help in heaven?

Oh no…

But you’re pretty sure you aren’t in hell either. What is this place?

A...beach?! You take one deep breath, standing up when you hear the call for help again.

You run towards the yelling, your heels digging into the sand and slowing you down with each step. There’s a young child crying, “My little brother!”

You see a child even younger struggling in the water, and then you don’t see him at all.

So without any other thought or question, you just act, running towards the ocean. You pull your body through the waves, moving quickly, diving underwater over and over again until you find him. You pull the drowning little boy from under the water, holding him close and patting his back.

He’s crying, that’s good, that means he can breathe, that he’s okay for now. If you hadn’t been there he surely would have drowned.

You swim towards the shore, cradling him close. Pulling your body out of the waves, your dress heavy with sea water, you put him down next to his brother, pushing the wet hair out of his eyes. “You’re okay now, you’re okay.” you whisper, trying to calm him down. He looks up at you awe-like.

‘What a sweet little boy with big innocent eyes,’ you think. “Where are your parents?” You ask his brother.

“B-Back at the house,” he cries.

You smiled at the cute pair, sighing in relief, and then before you could do anything else, you felt a pull...

Starting right under your belly button, a pull so strong it felt like a punch to your stomach, knocking the wind out of you, and your body started falling backwards.

You fell backwards into the crowd below, right into Seokjin’s arms.

He was invited by one of the actors at the premiere, his long time friend. With his looks he could fit right in with the celebrities, but he didn’t like big crowds and chose to stay in the back. Right in the exact spot where you needed him. When everyone looked on in horror, when others scattered, he looked up and saw you and knew what he had to do.

You try to catch your breath, gasping. Suddenly thrown back into the chaos of the premiere, flashing lights only amplifying your dizziness and confusion. You look down at the arms around you, and up into your savior’s face. “S-Seokjin?!”

Your dress was soaked, your hair was wet, your body was still shaking as he held you close. You both laid on the red carpet and the sight was too incredible for photographers not to turn and aim their cameras right at the pair of you.

“Y/n,” he smiles softly. Then, stands up quickly, carrying you in his arms as staff rush to conceal the spectacle, and you felt swept off your feet for a second time that night.

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When Seokjin first saw you, he thought you were an angel. Your shiny sequined dress was sparkling in the sunlight, blinding him. Your soft voice telling him he would be okay sounded ethereal to his water clogged ears, the sight of you on the beach was something he never forgot even at his young age.

His parents later found him alone on the beach. His brother ran to them and told them what happened, but they never found you. They believed their children made up the story, a consequence of their overactive imaginations, but couldn’t deny the signs of Seokjin’s condition, immediately taking him to the hospital and finding out there was some truth to their tall tale.

The second time Seokjin met you he was six. He was older and you were older. Much older, a small gray streak apparent in the front of your hair. He almost didn’t recognize you, but your voice was the same, soft and kind, and your eyes were the same, caring and beautiful.

Six year old Seokjin still thought you were an angel deep down, someone sent to come save him, even if his older brother stopped believing and told him to quiet any time Seokjin brought it up.

And his feelings only solidified because the second time he met you you had grabbed his tiny hand and pulled him back onto the sidewalk. He watched as his ball was flattened by a car. It could have been him, he stood stunned. You were slower, your limbs weaker, but you saved him.

You felt it was your time to leave again. “Y/n, my name is y/n.”

“Don’t leave me,” he cried and clung to your dress.

You smooth down his hair, tutting. You sigh, heart hurting because you knew he was going to be upset with you later. “We’ll find each other again, sweetheart, don’t worry.”

The next time Seokjin crossed paths with you, you were the same age as when he first met you, same shiny dress, a jacket now over your shoulders, looking around confused and lost.

He called out your name, waving you over enthusiastically.

You hesitantly went over to the over-zealous boy. “I’m – um – w-what’s going on?!”

“You’re here to save me again,” he smirks proudly.

“I-I am?”

“Yeah, I think so. Every time I meet you, you save me.” Young Seokjin was definitely convinced you were his guardian angel.

“I-I think I am going crazy. Am I going crazy?” You fall to the ground at the boy’s feet, exhausted, dizzy, definitely delirious.

He yanks on your arm, wanting you to move, whining for you to get up. Why does he look so familiar? If you hadn’t just been in his arms you would have never made the connection… This boy could be Seokjin’s son, they look so identical, too identical. “S-Seokjin?”

“You do know me!”

“This can’t be happening. No no no no.” You look at the young boy, mind reeling. This has to be a dream. You must have fainted. The last thing you remember, Seokjin was with you, and-

You put your head in your hands, willing yourself to wake up.

You feel small hands pull at your shoulder. “Get uuup! Let’s go!”

“W-What?”

“My mom will be worried if I don’t go home. I’m not supposed to stay out late,” he whines.

You let the boy pull you along, hunched over and confused. Everything looked different, older, different clothes, different cars. You try not to hyperventilate.

He stops in front of his house, creaking open the door and looking around for his mom. “Go to the back, I’ll meet you there!” he says, pushing you to the side.

This is a bad idea. But you have nobody else and you’re ninety percent certain you’re dreaming. So you hide in the bushes in Seokjin’s back yard, dumbfounded, waiting to wake up.

“Here, I brought you some food. D-Do angels eat food?” He pulls a meat bun and a half-eaten kimbap from under his shirt.

“Eh?”

You looked really lost, maybe you hit your head coming back to him this time, Seokjin wonders. Little hands cover your forehead, checking your temperature and you flinch.

“I-I’m sorry, I just don’t understand what’s happening to me...” You begin to cry.

Seokjin winces, “Wait here!” and a few moments later he comes back with his older brother, “See, told you.”

“Whoa.”

“Now do you believe me?” Seokjin says accusingly, crossing his arms.

“Do you, um, remember us?” Seokjin’s brother asks, looking at you with a mixture of awe and worry. You look at him bewilderedly, tears still falling steadily from your eyes. “Do you remember when you saved my brother?”

You look between the pair, staring up at their big innocent eyes. Wait…wait. What?!

“You saved my life,” Seokjin says proudly, but then he recoils, noticing your bewilderment. “D-Don’t you remember? Y/n?”

“Y-You know my name,” you whisper.

“You told me, the last time you saved me,” Seokjin states.

You pull on Seokjin’s jacket, covering yourself. “You’re talking about the beach, right?” you mutter. Of course, this was all a dream, it was all merging together now, you think.

Seokjin smiles wide, nodding, ecstatic you do remember him.

“Should we tell mom?” Seokjin’s brother asks.

“No!” “No!” you and Seokjin say at the same time. “I will leave,” you say. “I’ll go…somewhere…” You mutter, hoping you wake up soon.

“No, you can’t! You’re-” Seokjin pauses. “You’re supposed to be my guardian angel.”

You swallow hard, deliberating on what to do, the young boy looks like he is going to cry at any moment. Well, since this is a dream, then you guess you should be acting the part. “Oh, o-okay.”

“D-Do angels sleep?”

You laugh, sighing. That’s what you’re doing right now, you want to tell him.

Seokjin shakes you awake. “I have to go to school. You’re coming aren’t you?”

You groan, sleeping outside in your dreams seemed to hurt even more than you would have imagined. Even with the blanket and pillow Seokjin gave you, you barely slept, replaying the last twenty-four hours over and over in your head.

“C’mon! You’re supposed to be my guardian angel, how are you supposed to guard me here?” He says, dejected.

You sigh. “O-Okay.”

You hug your shoulders, pulling Seokjin’s jacket closer to you. The hem of your dress is tied up, your feet are hurting in your heels. Young Seokjin tells you everything about his life so far. His friends found a cat and were taking turns to feed it. He had a tuna can in his tiny hand. He told you about his friends and his older brother, his mom and father. He talked about his teacher, who was so boring he couldn’t concentrate in class. He got in trouble for napping, he explained. You listened to the troubles of a child, barely concentrating, your own thoughts too jumbled in your mind. Seokjin talked and talked until a small orange stray cat leaped into your path.

You watched as he opened and set the can down on the sidewalk. The cat pounced on the food, hungrily eating the entirety of the tuna can. You smile as Seokjin pets his fluffy coat, cooing. You pulled off your heels, rubbing your feet. “You’re a good kid.”

Young Seokjin laughs, a sense of pride washing over him. He can’t wait to show you off to his friends. He hears something fall to the ground, your shoe, and when he looks up again, you’re gone.

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The next time Seokjin met you, you appeared in his room. He couldn’t help but laugh. You were in a silk robe, looking lost and confused again. Falling into his tiny bed, he looks over his shoulder.

“Hey angel.” Seokjin looked exactly how you remembered him, only his features were less rugged from old age, instead young and soft.

“Seokjin?” You look into his red eyes, puffy from crying.

There was an unopened bottle of alcohol on his night stand, next to a bottle of…white pills?

“W-What’s going on?”

“Well, I guess, you’ve come to tell me not to kill myself,” he says with a weak smile.

Your eyes begin to sting as tears start pooling in the corners, looking at the offending contents on his nightstand again to make sure indeed nothing had yet been opened. Your voice shakes as you ask him, “W-Why?”

“I can’t do this anymore. I’ve tried, I tried so hard,” he whimpers, pulling his pillow closer and curling into himself. “I keep disappointing everyone. My mom...” he stifles a sob.

When were you? You look around frantically, studying his tiny dorm room. College, Seokjin is in college now. You fall to your knees at his bedside, your heart aching for him.

You hold his hand in yours, “You don’t disappoint her, you never have. You can’t do this. I won’t let you-”

Seokjin sits up, yanking his hand away. “Where have you been?” Seokjin’s voice breaks. “You never came back! Even when I needed you. I was all alone…”

When Seokjin was a kid he would wait for you. Walk slowly to and from school. Every day, he would hope his angel would appear. And then when you didn’t, he still held hope. He waited for you, every other day, and then once a week, until he stopped waiting all together, but even still, he thought about his angel every day.

As a teenager he thought he must have made you up, an imaginary friend for a lonely child…

But he had your shoe.

The older he got, the angrier he became. Crayon drawings of you in angel wings turned into resentful memories. By then you were just a faint memory, a woeful thought, and a fantasy when he was really lonely.

Seokjin went through life a little less hopeful then. He went to tutoring and classes and sports and singing lessons, all to please his parents, who wanted nothing but the best for the child they almost lost. His superstitious mother believed he was destined for great things.

But all those great things never happened. He had the looks, but the girls he grew up with didn’t really like him for who he was, they didn’t laugh at his jokes or like doing the mundane things he liked to do. They would parade him in front of their friends to show off and he felt used, misunderstood, broken hearted more times than he could count.

He had the intellect, but he lacked the motivation, he would become too distracted with games or get lost in his imagination, and assignments would pile up and then he would feel overwhelmed, crippled by all his duties.

He had the build to become a top athlete, but he would too often hurt himself, his aching joints and broken bones stopped him from ever reaching any professional status. No matter what he did, he felt like a failure. And in this low moments, he thought, maybe then he would find some guidance, some help. But it never came, you never came to him.

Seokjin had what it took to become great, everyone told him so, but in his mind he just wasn’t. Their expectations were all becoming too much to live up to. He felt overshadowed by even his own brother. He felt his confidence dwindle, his hope growing smaller and smaller, it was like an endless loop he couldn’t free himself from. He couldn’t save himself.

He needed you.

He was in his last year of university and he hated his classes, he didn’t know if he was going to graduate. He didn’t know what he was going to do with his life. So he thought, might as well end it.

“You’re going to leave again, like you always do. So leave! Leave me alone, just let me die,” he cries, pushing you away.

“Oh, Seokjin,” you wrap your arms around him, refusing to let him go. Hugging him close, you cry in each other’s arms.

He still smells exactly the same, moves the same, has the same nervous ticks, after all these years. Your sweet husband Seokjin.

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t be there when you needed me, I’m so sorry,” you whisper. “But you’re not going to die today. You’re going to live a wonderful life, you’re going to be happy, you won’t be alone. I won’t let you be alone anymore. Trust me, believe me.”

“How do you know that?” Seokjin asks desperately. He holds your head in his hands, studying your features under the low light in his dorm. “Y-You…look different.”

You laugh softly, blinking away your remaining tears. “I hope not that different.”

He holds your cheeks, thumb caressing your skin. “You’re not wearing that dress…” He looks over the thin material of your robe, the low cut of it, showing off your cleavage. You feel so real and human in his hold, so warm, so familiar.

Growing up, in his child-like wonder and imagination, Seokjin remembered you almost goddess-like. Something untouchable, reverent, but now that you’re here with him again as a young adult, you felt so small and vulnerable next to him, raw and real. He found you beautiful in your vulnerability.

“I’ve never seen you like this before. If you’re not an angel then what are you?” You stay quiet against him. “Why do you keep finding me? ”

“I don’t know if it’s the right time to explain this to you.”

Seokjin chuckles, “I was going to kill myself tonight. I think now is the best time to explain things.” You wince hearing his confession. “Please, I…I’ve waited so long to see you again.”

You feel splintered by his words. You wish you had control of this, you wish you could have gone to see him earlier and told him not to wait. Seokjin was waiting for the wrong version of you.

Waiting only drew it out, the inevitability, it was torturous to wait. Moments with Seokjin were going to always happen and would always have been. The way time worked around you, it wasn’t time that was changing, forward and backward for you moved in the same direction. That was never going to change, only you and Seokjin changed.

“I can’t control what is happening to me,” you sigh, leaning your forehead on his. “I don’t know why this is happening…to us. I’m sorry, when we meet again, I won’t remember you, because I haven’t met you yet.”

“But you-”

You shake your head no. “You’ve already met me, but I haven’t met you. Seokjin, how old are you right now?”

Seokjin continues to caress your face, mesmerized. Seokjin can’t bring himself to let go of you, not when you’re here after all these years. After a decade of convincing himself you weren’t real, only to be so tangible now, so close he can smell you, with the same beautiful eyes he almost had forgotten.

You look at him so full of care as always, except now, as he stared into your eyes, face to face, your gaze held something that reached inside of him, that burned into his soul. The adoring way you looked at him made his weak dejected self feel strong again.

When your eyes looked across his features, down his body, he felt something surge inside of him, feelings he had always held close to his heart. You were an idolization to him growing up, but here you were, a mere woman staring at him like he was your world instead.

And suddenly Seokjin thought he might have the answer he was looking for, looking down at your hands resting in your lap, a gold band around on your ring finger, and a gem that sent him back to his childhood, looking through his mother’s things. He thought back to the grayness in your hair and back to your lost younger looking self. But the answer in his head sounded so unbelievable he had to hear you say it.

“I’m turning twenty-three.”

“Twenty-three,” you repeat, nodding, working the math out in your head, “Right now I would be…eighteen. But I’m thirty-three. And when I go back to where I came from, back to you, you’ll be thirty-eight.”

“And…the next time I see you again, you’ll be?” he asks, putting the pieces of your lives together.

You smile, “Twenty-two. I meet you when I’m twenty-two. You saved my life,” you smile wider, “and bought me coffee.”

“I save you?” he asks, eyes widening.

“And bought me coffee. Don’t forget,” you giggle. “Seokjin, I’m sorry it’s not going to get easier. I’m going to be much more difficult to convince,” you sigh. “But trust me, you still have so much more to live for.”

“Y/n, are w-we together…in the future?”

One look at you and Seokjin knew the answer even in your silence.

So he wasted no more time.

Seokjin kissed you, immediately, fervently, with love and passion not even yet experienced by him, but he felt it already inside him anyways, as if his love could travel across time even when you couldn’t.

You broke his kiss, “It’s not time yet to-” you whisper, trying to give this version of him space, he wasn’t yours to kiss yet.

“But we are together, in the future, aren’t we? You’re my wife,” he glances down at the gold band on your finger, reaching in for another kiss.

“We’re not married right now,” you push against his chest when he closes the small distance between you again.

“But you’re still my wife,” he grunts, lips against the side of your jaw.

“Not yet, Seokjin,” you close your eyes, thinking of your husband as Seokjin’s eager hands caress your body.

“I love you.”

“We haven’t even met yet! Not really. We haven’t dated-”

“I love you, I know I love you.”

You exhale defeatedly. “I love you too, but not this version of you, you’re still a baby-”

“But I-I’m me!” Seokjin laughs incredulously. “And I'm a man,” he says, offended.

You sigh, not knowing how to explain to him the intricacies of your relationship. “How would you feel knowing your wife was kissing a different version of you?”

“I would be totally okay with it,” Seokjin says stubbornly, head buried in your neck.

“Seokjin I’m older than you-”

“Is that supposed to matter to me?” He holds you tightly, afraid you’ll disappear from his life and he’d have to wait four more years before he could hold you like this again. No, you weren’t going to leave him until he proved to you how much he loved you, how he always loved you.

He kisses you again, pulling you into his bed. He refuses to listen to your excuses, he loves you and you love him and that’s enough for him. He traces the contours of your face down to your jaw, admiring every inch of you, enjoying your rapidly increasing breathes and the affect he has on you.

He moves his hand over your heart, on top of your breast. “Have you-” you put your hand over his. “-had sex before?” you ask.

“Yes,” Seokjin says indignantly, ears going red.

You giggle, “Good, don’t stop once I leave. You have four years before we find each other again, promise you won’t wait for me anymore? Enjoy your life, we’ll have our time, so don’t worry anymore, Seokjin.”

Seokjin swallows, not wanting to agree with you. “Alright. If tonight…you’ll be with me.” You hold his cheek. Stubborn man, ‘like always,’ you think, smiling. You answer him with a kiss.

Seokjin could feel your breasts, only covered by the sheer fabric of your robe, pressed up against him. He shuddered in your embrace, lips moving down your neck, across your chest, pressing his face into your cleavage.

What are you supposed to do when a younger version of your husband was timidly fondling your body, starved for love and affection? Up until now, you had always been the more submissive one in your relationship. Your husband has always been doting in his affection, but this level of tenderness, sweet infatuation with you was so unfamiliar, yet so your Seokjin.

You run your hands in his hair, holding him to your chest as he pulls your robe down lower.

“You didn’t tell me about this day,” you gasp, chest heaving as his mouth covers your breast, tongue rolling over your nipple and sucking.

‘Good,’ Seokjin thinks about his older self, vowing to keep his silence on the matter until the day he dies. If this is the result, he wants nothing to change it. He unties your robe delicately, like opening a present he’s waited his entire life for.

Seokjin pulls his shirt over his head hastily, wanting to feel your skin on his, needing you closer. You kiss him slowly, opening your mouth wider for him as he fumbles with his buckle.

His cock is painfully erect, knocking against his stomach when he finally frees himself, all the blood rushing down in his excitement, Seokjin can barely think straight with you under him, your legs spread open and naked.

You help guide him in, licking his chest, tongue rolling over his nipple, already knowing all the things he likes. Seokjin shudders, groaning in pleasure as he sinks into your heat, lost in bliss. He thrusts into your sex quick and rough. This version of Seokjin is impatient, needy...uncoordinated…

You don’t mind.

You throw your head back, encouraging him on, moaning his name. Seokjin thrusts in deep, he certainly had the stamina of a twenty-two year old, and the clumsiness. You pull him down by the neck, licking into his mouth until his pace slows, unable to concentrate on anything else. He kneads your breast, rutting into you.

You break away for much needed air, fixing the loose strands of Seokjin’s hair and tucking them behind his ear. Kissing his cheek, you whisper into his ear, “My turn.” You cant your hips up, ordering him to switch positions.

“Oh f-fuck,” Seokjin moans at the way you pull yourself up slowly and drop down hard and fast, rotating your hips. This was nothing like the sex he had with young inexperienced college girls. “Oh god.”

His fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs, as he thrusts up into your inviting heat. You grab his hands, holding them above his head instead, slowing your rhythm as he hisses, thigh muscles tightening as he concentrates on the pleasure he’s receiving.

He looks devastatingly handsome, his hair longer than you remember, shaggy and sticking to his forehead, leaner body writhing under you as his head tilts back, showing off his strong jaw and long neck. You moan, knowing he’s close, you’ve seen all these same jerks and spasms during many and many nights together. You tighten around his thick length, fingers touching his plump lips and pressing down into his open mouth.

“Fuck, fuck-ungh-I’m g-gonna-”

You pull yourself up one last time before gripping his length. Moving yourself down his body, you cover his cock with your mouth, licking up his shaft.

Seokjin pants, wound up so tightly, unable to hold it in any longer. His fingers tangle themselves into your hair, pushing you all the way down the length of his cock and then pulling you off, holding you still.

He burns the image in his brain, your kiss-bitten lips, eyes darkened with lust, mouth open for him, spurts of his cum dripping down your cheeks, fuck, he’s glad he’s still alive…

“I love you. Every time. Every where,” you whisper, looking at Seokjin sleeping against you, his handsome features softened in his slumber. Seokjin snores, waking up with a drowsy hum.

“Seokjin, what’s your major?” you yawn into his chest.

“Business and Finance,” he murmurs, half-asleep, holding you lightly in his embrace.

You snort softly, moving the hair out of his eyes. “Get a degree in teaching and become a professor’s aid here. It will help pay for the extra classes you’ll need.”

“Teaching?”

You nod. “You’ll love teaching, trust me,” you smile.

“My mother won’t like that,” Seokjin frowns.

“That’s not true, also, you’re not going to be a professor forever,” you grin.

“What am I going to do?” Seokjin asks curiously. You shake your head, “You’ll figure it out, don’t worry. Please, don’t worry yourself this much again,” you say more seriously, glancing over at the things on his nightstand one last time. “Promise me?”

His fingers tighten around yours reassuringly and he brings your hand to his mouth, kissing your knuckles. “I won’t. The hardest part was not knowing…now the hard part is over,” Seokjin smiles rolling over to his side and pulling you in closer.

You were afraid for Seokjin the hardest part was just beginning.

When Seokjin woke up the next morning you were gone.

And you woke up in his arms again. His lips automatically find yours, waking up with a drowsy hum, your husband Seokjin kisses you deeply.

“You didn’t tell me-”

“It was a secret I was going to take the grave,” he murmurs, half-asleep, holding you lightly in his embrace.

You nibble on his neck, pressing yourself closer, needy for him; the version of him that knows all your turn ons and how to drive you wild with pleasure, that can skillfully bring you to ecstasy over and over, who you love more than anyone in the world. Every where. Every time. You call out his name in a whiny moan.

Oh, Seokjin’s glad he’s still alive.

---

What…What happened?

You feel like a freight train ran over and flattened you. Warm hands trail across your jawline, forcing your eyes open.

“S-Seokjin?” you wince, sitting up. Where were you? You and Seokjin were tucked away in the theater’s breakroom, hidden away from cameras and curious premiere-goers. “What are you doing here?”

“I was invited. The second lead, um, Kim Taehyung, invited me, it was supposed to be a surprise…” he laughs awkwardly. “Your dress…” he smiles softly, wiping the sand off.

You grab his wrist, stopping him from touching you any further, already hot in the face from where he brushed the sand off your lap. “M-My head-”

“It’s okay, you’re going to be okay-”

“What h-happened?” you ask in disbelief. You were just on a beach, weren’t you?

“You need to calm down-”

“I was – I fell and I-I don’t know – there was a b-beach?!” You feel like the world is spinning, about to pass out again. You fall against Seokjin, failing to stand up.

You look around. This isn’t real. Everything feels weird and off. You were just on a beach! You feel the salt itch your skin still, your hair is still damp. This isn’t possible. This isn’t real.

“So you didn’t even know…”

You shiver, hugging your body, realizing you had his jacket wrapped around your shoulders. You wince, lifting your head up from his chest. “I need to go…I need to-” you spot an open door leading to a bathroom and you push yourself up.

“Wait!”

You push him away, stumbling into the bathroom and shutting the door. But before you can lock it-

Seokjin chases after you. He opens the door and you’re already gone.

---

This is the third time this weird professor has rushed to your side once you reached the barista’s counter and paid for your drink. You finally snap at him when he takes a seat across from you again. He was stalking you! It was impossible this was a coincidence, instead of sitting at your usual spot on the third floor, you took the elevator to the fifth, finding the furthest open spot you could find, tucked away behind bookshelves.

“Did you want something?!” you yell, being shushed by others.

“Huh? No?”

You glare at him, hot in the face. “You’re following me.”

He adjusts his glasses nervously. “No? I’m not-”

“You are! You are,” you say quieter. “I can pay for my own coffee, you don’t have to keep doing that. Thank you, but just s-stop!”

“I’m sorry!” he whispers. “I...I wanted to ask you the first time I f– met you, but I…chickened out. I think you’re really beautiful and I really wanted to get to know you more and…will you go on a date with me?”

“Eh?”

“A date,” he says a matter-of-factly.

“I…” Is he really asking you out on a date? “I don’t date professors.”

Even if he’s devastatingly handsome, quite possibly the most breathtaking man you’ve ever encountered, the feelings you felt when your eyes locked felt stronger than mere attraction. Emotions you weren’t used to strummed across the strings of your heart. Whenever you looked at Seokjin, the tug you felt pulling at the pit of your stomach felt too strong to ignore and it frightened you. It...weirded you out!

“Then I’ll quit,” he mutters something softly to himself you don’t quite catch, something about not planning on teaching forever.

“Are you on drugs?”

“N-No!” he pauses, recollecting himself. “Please, y/n, let me take you out, just one date.”

You stand up, letting the chair scrape loudly within the quiet study space as it’s pushed back. “H-How do you know my name?!”

“Your name? I, um, I, uh, I saw it on your coffee cup! The first day we…um, met.”

He’s obviously lying. You close your binder, gathering your homework. “Stay away from me,” you hiss, making sure to whisper as to not bother those around you.

“Wait!” he grabs you by the arm, pulling you back to him. “Please.”

You swallow, frozen by his intense pleading gaze. “Let me go or I’ll scream,” you whisper.

His hand cups your cheek. You look down at his wrist, the warmth of his fingers spreading over your skin, Why does he touch you like that? Why does it bring up these feelings you’ve never felt before? What is happening?!

You pull away, walking quickly, no, it definitely looked like running as Seokjin watched you flee. He stops himself from running after you, frowning. His approach was definitely not working. He runs a hand through his hair, cracking his neck, wondering how the hell your relationship could possibly progress to anything close to a marriage when you looked like you wanted to jump out of your skin anytime Seokjin came close to you.

‘It’s okay,’ he tells himself. Seokjin has you in his life now, your “meetings” would be on his terms now.

He was a successful drama professor, many of his students went on to work in movies and television. Instead of letting his worries consume him, he found himself learning how to live in the moment, because after all, he wasn’t the one who had the ability to change the past...and the future, even if he wasn’t so sure there was a flexibility to that either, he looked forward to it. So despite your retreating figure, he smiled.

“Can you please stop following me?!” You hold your books close to your chest after bumping into Seokjin in front of his next class.

“I’m not,” Seokjin defensively, readjusting his briefcase, red in the face, “We just keep running into each other-”

“You expect me to believe that when I’ve been on this campus for two years and now suddenly y-you’re everywhere I go. L-Like you are just…appearing out of thin air!”

Seokjin looks down, chuckling. “Maybe the universe is trying to tell us something?”

You pause. “The universe doesn’t care about us that much,” you mutter, turning away.

Seokjin pulls you back. Seokjin blinks, watching you as you keep your eyes low, unable to meet his own out of shyness. “Instead of a date, let's just…go out as friends?”

“Friends?”

Seokjin nods. “Yeah, if we keep running into each other like this, at least it won’t be so awkward anymore.”

You slowly nod, agreeing.

---

Seokjin waits until he hears a thump in the bathroom, something falling onto the floor. He pushes the door open wider, finding your shaking figure on the floor.

“H-How is this possible?” It was supposed to be a dream. You look down at your bare foot. If it wasn’t a dream, then that means…

You look up at Seokjin, now older, but with the same innocent eyes...

“I don’t know, but I’m happy I was able to save you again. You saved me so many times I just stopped questioning it,” Seokjin smiles, bending down and reaching for you.

You look down to his arm, his hand on your cheek. You don’t know how to react, overwhelmed. “Y-You knew about this the whole time?”

“I tried to tell you sooner, I didn’t know how…” he looks down at your sequined dress, unable to keep his emotions from resurfacing.

“Seokjin…I’m scared,” you feel tears well up in your eyes too, horrified at what could happen to you now.

“You don’t have to be scared,” he reassures you, hugging you. “I don’t think it happens very often. You find me six more times before now.”

“You? I go to you again?” you ask anxiously. Seokjin nods, “Why?”

Seokjin laughs softly. “You save my life.”

“Like the beach?” you murmur.

Seokjin nods, not wanting to tell you the whole truth. “Yeah, like the beach.” He fixes the collar of his coat around you, “My guardian angel.” He sends you a timid half grin, so cute you couldn’t help but laugh, drying your tears on his coat sleeve.

The premiere actually went really well after the initial chaos. You and Seokjin found seats in the back of the movie theater. Pretending something life changing didn’t just happen to you, you sat through the movie, trying to enjoy the product of your hard work. You skipped the after party, in favor of burgers and a milkshake, not wanting to deal with any more craziness. Big parties like that were never your thing anyways.

“I need a shower,” you scratch your head, taking a big bite of your burger.

You and Seokjin found a seat on top a pier, listening to the waves. He eats his fries. “My hotel is only a couple blocks from here, we can go there if you want.”

“Thank you,” you fix his hair, blown out of place by the wind.

You sigh. Seokjin was always sweet to you, helped you more times than you could count in college. And now that you knew the reason why, you feel uneasy. “You know, you don’t have to do this anymore, feel like you owe me something because I saved your life.”

“Hey, I saved you a couple times too, didn’t I?” he teases.

“Yeah,” you laugh. You still felt guilty. Seokjin was your best friend. You can’t believe you became best friends with the child you saved.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, thinking of the start to your odd friendship. “You were trying to tell me when we first met, right? I was horrible to you back then, I’m sorry,” you pout.

“Yeah,” Seokjin lies. “Why were you so mean to me back then?” he bumps your shoulder with his.

You bite your lip, looking at the dark rolling waves. Throughout the movie you couldn’t pay attention, thinking back on everything you experienced, replaying the moments you and Seokjin had gone through. Once you warmed up to him, it was easier to push those initial feelings away. Seokjin was your good friend, a mentor, if it weren’t for him, you’re not too sure you would have made it to where you were now, an accomplished writer.

Seokjin was handsome, kind, sweet, funny. He was the perfect man. You didn’t deserve him. Deep down you knew that, and you didn’t want to lose him. Seokjin asked you out a couple times after your first meeting, and you always refused him, because you knew you loved him too much to risk a relationship. Growing up your relationships never worked out, you were always left heartbroken. If you were to date him, it would be too devastating to lose him.

“Well, you did follow me around like a creepy stalker,” you joke, trying to avoid the truth.

Seokjin scoffs, sipping on his milkshake.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, “Being around you scared me-”

“What?!” Seokjin yells.

“No! I didn’t mean it like that! I think maybe, I felt something, like maybe deep down I knew something was different about you. It scared me,” you sigh. “The feelings…” you look up at his wide eyes, “N-Not feelings! I mean…emotions? I don’t know what I mean,” you laugh awkwardly, drinking your milkshake.

Seokjin stays silent and looks away, finishing his burger.

“Y/n, will you go on a date with me?”

“If this is about me saving your life-”

Seokjin scoffs, smirking, “It’s about me loving you since the first time I saw you.”

“Seokjin…” He can’t mean that, he can’t.

What do you even say to something like that? By saving his life did you end up ruining it? He was just an impressionable boy, but even after years of knowing him in his adulthood, Seokjin still honestly believes that?

“Just one date,” Seokjin swallows, determined “and I’ll never ask you again.”

“Just one date,” you whisper, barely able to use your voice, unease washing over you.

Seokjin smiles wide, undoing his tie, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders.

Finally.

---

Seokjin texts you he’s on his way.

Oh god, oh god oh god oh god.

You fix your hair for the hundredth time tonight.

This was a horrible, horrible idea. Everything about this was weird. You shouldn’t be doing this. You check your clock. Is there time to back out?

You were afraid there was no way to stop this without Seokjin hating you, he’s been so patient up until this point, never becoming angry with you when you refused his advances. But now you feel you’ve reached the tipping point. Could he forgive you if you changed your mind?

But the thought of him giving up on you and pursuing someone else, made your insides twist. You know he deserves someone better, someone who wasn’t anxious all the time, who wasn’t too scared to show affection, someone without a short temper, someone who looked as beautiful as him, and most importantly, someone who did not have a condition where she fell through time!

Seokjin texts you he’s on his way.

No answer.

Seokjin calls you.

No answer.

He knocks on your door.

No answer.

Seokjin knocks harder.

“Hey love.”

Seokjin turns around, bumping right into you. You crash your lips into his, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Seokjin goes mute. You’re wearing a tight dress, hair made up, diamond jewelry around your neck, a present Seokjin gave you on your anniversary.

You look beautiful. But Seokjin can tell you’re not the same woman. You’re more mature, more relaxed around him.

“C’mon, we have a date tonight, right?” You grab him by the jacket, pulling him into another kiss. It was wild and heated, Seokjin could taste alcohol on your lips.

“Y-Y/n?! You’re from the future!”

“You bend down, pulling up the door mat, holding up a spare key. “I don’t think I’ll mind if I take a visit.”

“Where’s my y/n?” You pull him into your dark apartment. “W-What if you come home.”

“I won’t,” you smile, putting the key on top of your counter, and touch the calendar pinned to your wall, at the date. “Tonight I’m already-” you lift the calendar up to December, “-around four years later, here. And I’m here.”

“You’re…around the same age as me right now.”

You smile, biting your lip, nodding, your eyes sparkling.

You jump on your kitchen counter, winking at him. You’re a little drunk and you’re missing your anniversary dinner. You hope your Seokjin isn’t mad at you, but you’re sure he will understand. You’ll make it up to him when you get back. If you were brought here, it meant Seokjin needed you.

“This was supposed to be our first date,” Seokjin says breathlessly.

“That’s right,” you hold your hand out. “I was a nervous wreck,” you laugh, remembering. Maybe it was you who really had needed the help. “Ahh I remember now.”

“So, I guess that means I get a second date,” he holds your hand, letting you pull him in.

“Oh you get many dates,” you whisper into his mouth, lips rubbing across his own.

Seokjin has been visited by an older version of you a handful of times now. He was starting to feel troubled by the fact that the only time you ever seemed to want him was when you time traveled back to him. This time happened to be the closest he’s gotten to his version of you. That means, in less than four years, he’ll finally get to have you like this all the time. He tries not to feel impatient, but, god, he can’t wait.

He pushes his tongue inside your inviting mouth, yanking your body closer to the edge of the counter.

This was your Seokjin, the one you first fell in love with, so dominating and strong with a desperation in his actions you haven’t experienced in awhile. You fist his shirt, pulling him closer to you, moaning into each other’s mouths.

This is not your home.

Oh no. The last thing you remember, you were trying to think of a way to escape your date with Seokjin and then you tripped, or at least you think you tripped, and the world felt like it turned upside down. And now you’re…where are you?

“There you are, I was wondering where you went off to!”

You turn around, face to face with the man in question. “Seokjin?”

“Yes,” he laughs, “Are you okay? Wait.”

You stand awkwardly in the middle of his living room. “Y/n? Did you time travel?” You nod quickly. He looks around for his y/n. In his old age he was always nervous when you would visit him, he knew you couldn’t exactly save him from a stroke or heart attack, but he always assumed the worst if you fell in unexpectedly. “Am I…in danger?”

“No! I mean, I don’t think so? Fuck…I fucked up. I think…I think this might have been me, this time,” you groan.

“What do you mean?”

“I– Are we still friends?” you look closer at Seokjin, he looks older, not by much, but there was definitely a difference between your Seokjin and him.

Seokjin laughs. “Yeah, you could say that.”

“So I didn’t ruin our friendship,” you sigh in relief.

“When did you come from,” Seokjin asks, curious.

“Oh, um,” you weren’t so sure you wanted to remind him. You look around. This place is much nicer than his current home, you notice. You’re happy for him.

Seokjin watches as you look around his home. “Like the place?”

“It’s beautiful, the kitchen, wow,” you laugh in awe. Seokjin smiles at your reaction. You said the same thing when he brought you to this home, asking if you wanted it.

“You look beautiful. What’s the occasion?” You wore a low-cut pastel dress, the short skirt flowed over your hips, showing off your legs. You hadn’t put your heels on yet, standing barefoot on his rug.

“A date,” you mumble.

Seokjin pours himself two drinks. Walking over to you, he hands you a glass. “Who’s the lucky gentlemen?” he teases.

You drink the alcohol to calm your nerves. “You’re from the future, right? Shouldn’t you know?”

“Technically, you’re from the past. And I want to hear you say it, y/n,” he takes another long drink.

“You are mad at me for leaving,” you bite your lip.

“You still haven’t figured it out,” Seokjin sighs. “Look at me, do you think I would be still mad at you for something that happened so long ago? Do you think I could ever be mad at you like that? Do you think I could ever stop loving you?” Seokjin holds your cheek against his palm, the same gesture he always does, unable to help himself from touching you.

“You can’t just love me because I saved your life once when you were a kid, Seokjin. That’s not…okay.”

“Have you ever tried to see me as who I am now to you?”

“Y-Yes,” you swallow, getting lost in his eyes. “But I’m afraid that’s not how you see me…”

“You know what I love about you?” he asks, “We cook together, all the time, we make dinner together. You even let me drag you to cooking classes,” he smiles. “On the weekends when I fish, you’ll come with me and write or paint on the boat, you always keep me company. I even love you when you force me to watch scary movies, you always say you’ll protect me at night.”

“We do all that together?”

“I love that you’re so passionate about things, I love that you are just as competitive as me, I love that you make our home warm, I love your laugh, I love your smile, I love your eyes…”

“Our home?” You put your hand over his, not wanting him to pull away just yet. But Seokjin had no intention of leaving you.

“You think I love you because you saved me when I was a child. But I don’t think that’s what happened at all. I think you saved me because I loved you so much.”

You feel your heart clench at his words, opening up as if he had the key, turning it until he unlocked something inside of you, hidden so deep out of fear.

“I’m sorry I ran away from our first date,” you cry.

Seokjin laughs, kissing your forehead. “What are you talking about? You’re right here with me now.” He hugs you close, “Our first date, huh? Ahh now I remember,” he smiles. “You wore this for me?” Seokjin looks down your body hungrily. His thumb reaches out to touch the corner of your lips.

His younger self will forgive him for stealing your first kiss together.

Seokjin kissed you softly, testing the waters, until you pressed your lips into his demandingly, and he cradled the back of your head, licking over your mouth until you opened for him. His tongue rolls over yours, mouth devouring you until you were weak in the knees.

His hands ran down your body, going under your dress and pressing you to him in the most achingly pleasurable way you let out a soft moan for more.

Seokjin loved your body now, but there was something evocative in the younger version of you that reminded Seokjin of the start of your relationship, when you couldn’t keep your hands off one another and when you and him had the energy to go all night and morning long for days.

“Oh Seokjin.”

Seokjin already knows he’s not going to forgive himself for what he’s going to do next to you. But it’s only fair, his younger self is having too much fun with his version of you. That black dress was meant for him, Seokjin thinks, a little angry with his younger self too, barely remembering the distant memory.

Seokjin lays you on the couch, delicately pulling off your lace panties teasingly, leaving open mouthed kisses across your calf and thigh. He runs his tongue up your leg, achingly slow.

You whine for him, crying out his name, unable to hold back your yearning for him any longer.

You were so responsive to his touch, goosebumps blooming all over your skin at his ministrations. When his tongue dove into your core, you shuddered, legs over his shoulders and heels digging into his back, your own back arching into him as he licked over your mound, pressing his tongue deep inside you.

He replaces his tongue with two fingers, setting a punishing pace with his digits stroking inside your sex and his tongue over your clit, a dizzying force that sent pleasure waves throughout your body.

“Oh my god,” was all you could manage to say, broken out in between heaving moans.

He removes his tongue only to growl out, “Be a good girl and cum on my fingers for me, okay angel?”

You groan, legs locking around his arm as he curls his fingers into your sweet spot until you spasm, orgasming quicker than you’ve ever had before, even by your own fingers. “That’s it, baby.”

You lie, in shock, still trembling in pleasure.

Seokjin waited so long to have you again, and even though it wasn’t the version of you he wanted, this version acted exactly how he wished you would. You couldn’t keep your hands off his body, you couldn’t stop your moans for him. You were hungry for him, full of desire for him, on your knees for him and god, Seokjin felt like he was losing his mind with lust.

He dragged you off his cock, needing to fuck you first. He bent you over your counter, too horny to even think about stopping and moving somewhere else. He needed you now, before you disappeared, he needed to fuck you full, to make you cry out his name, he needed that validation, he needed you wrapped around his cock, warm and tight and his. You were his. He admired the jiggle of your ass, your back arching for him, your mouth open, your cheek pressed against the marble of your countertop as he dragged you back and forth on his cock. All of you, all his.

He interlaces his hands in yours, holding you down as his pace quickens. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you moan out for him, tightening around his cock as he pounds into you from behind.

“I want you to come first,” he pants.

“Ungh…fingers,” you grunt, closing your eyes, so close.

Seokjin has learned a thing or two since fucking you last. He lifts one of your legs up onto the countertop, fucking you even deeper, rolling his hips into yours. His fingers find your clit, his other hand in your hair, tightening his grip as he fucks you.

You tremble, limbs locking as Seokjin brings you over the edge, fucking you through it and dragging out your pleasure until it becomes too much.

“Fuck, fuck, you’re so tight, I’m going to — ungh.”

Seokjin pulls out, resting his cock in your folds. His shaft twitches against your sensitive nub, making you tremble. Seokjin covers your sex with his cum, marking you as his.

And then he pulls you into his arms, nowhere near finished with you.

Seokjin peels your dress off you, fingers pulling at your nipples until you gasp. Pocketing your underwear, he undoes his pants, pulling out his hard length, thick and heavy against your thigh.

You inhale sharply at the sight of him. God, has he always been this sexy? Probably. You’re an idiot for waiting so long. You instinctively open your legs wider for him. “Want it, baby?” Seokjin smirks. He’s bold, already confident in his relationship with you, and he likes teasing you, especially this version of you, when you still have your timidness, your cute modesty. “Tell me how bad you want me.”

You whimper as his fingers tease your entrance. “Tell me,” he grunts as his fingers dip inside your hole. His wet fingers travel up your body, circling your nipple and resting on your throat as he uses the tip of his cock to tease you instead.

“Please, I want you.”

Seokjin licks his lips, watching you squirm underneath him. “How bad?”

“Fuck, please, Seokjin, I want you so bad.”

“Yeah?” He rests himself at your entrance. He could do this all night, torture you slowly. He knows your body, he’s had you so many times before. He can keep you like this for as long as he likes, because he knew you haven’t felt him yet, and he knew it was driving you crazy to wait. This was only a little sweet payback for all the waiting he used to do for you.

“Beg me, angel.”

“Please, Seokjin, please,” you whimper. “Fuck me, please...please...” you pant.

Seokjin rolls his hips into yours, filling you with one long languid stroke that takes your breath away. He brings your legs up, folding you so he can fuck you deep, fill you completely.

It feels so good you feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You hold onto his shoulders, digging your nails into his back. Fuck, it feel so good. Sex with Seokjin is the best sex of your life. He is thick and long and is hitting spots you didn’t even know existed inside of you.

“I’m g-going to cum again,” you moan out.

“Yeah? Gonna come on my cock this time? Fuck, you feel so tight. You’re taking me so well, baby.”

“So…close-”

“Come, baby,” Seokjin runs his fingers over your sex, circling your oversensitive clit. You shake and tremble around him, limbs locking. “One more, fu-uck, give me one more.” Seokjin was going to make sure you knew what you could look forward to when you went back, that you weren’t going to ever forget you belonged with him.

He rolls his hips slow and steady, fucking every thought out of your head until you could only think of the way his cock dragged in and out of you, his fingers relentlessly slipping against your clit.

“Seokjin!”

“Good girl, that’s a good girl.”

Seokjin woke up half naked on the rug of your living room all alone.

And then he heard a thud in your bedroom and knew you were back in his life again. Never that far.

You look up as your bedroom door creaks open. You pull your sheet off your bed, dragging it onto the floor to cover yourself.

“Hey,” you stutter.

“Hey,” Seokjin whispers, covering his chest.

“Seokjin, did you want to, um, cook breakfast together?”

---

“Hey old man.”

“Hey angel.” Seokjin had gray hair, wrinkles in the creases of his eyes when he smiled at you.

“Is everything okay?”

“Now that you’re here, I’m sure it will be fine.”

Taking your hand in his, you both notice the gold rings on your fingers.

“How’d you get in this boat all by yourself?”

“The easy part is getting in, the hard part is getting out,” Seokjin laughs.

“And where am I?”

“I suppose, somewhere saving my life.”

You jump into the boat, helping him to his feet. “Promise me you’ll fix this dock with some decent steps and railings,” you grunt.

“I promise,” he smiles.

You smile back, tying the boat up to the dock. “I’m happy I came here, to see you. We lasted this long, huh? Not that I had any doubts,” you tease. Seokjin chuckles, waiting for you as you finish securing the last loops. He sits on his cooler, filled with today’s catch.

You bend down and kiss him on the cheek, helping him up to his feet again. “Let’s go inside and wait for me, then, yeah?” you say, linking your arms together.

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“Y/n?” Seokjin called out to you. Somehow, even with your gray hair, your hunched withered body, he could tell it was you.

“Oh, Seokjin, oh my god,” you wheeze out, tears in your eyes. The last time you saw Seokjin was three years ago, the day he died. You touch his cheek, no longer wrinkled by time, tears escaping your cloudy eyes.

“Angel, you found me again.”

“I missed you. God, I missed you so much.”

“I’m here now,” Seokjin whispers, taken aback by your tears and how broken you sounded, his heart clenching and thinking of the worst. He hugs you, calming you down.

You remembered this day.

“I know why I’m here,” you say happily. “Today is the day I go into labor.”

“But your due date is not for another three months,” your husband says, confused.

“That’s right,” you remember. “There’s a complication. We’ll be fine,” you reassure him as he starts to panic, “Just take me to the hospital now, okay love.”

Seokjin nods, hugging you again. It’s overwhelming, having him in your arms again after all these years. Even if the man you loved is gone, you feel a sense of happiness wash over you knowing this version of him and you still have so many years left to live, so much love to give each other. So many more beautiful memories to make, all that you know will be the best ones yet.

“Oh dear, I love you,” you cry.

“I love you too. Every time. Every where,” Seokjin whispers.

And that was the last time you fell for Seokjin.

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Happy birthday, Seokjin! Did you like it? I cried, but I'm a crybaby, did you cry? I need to know if I'm still decent at angst lol.

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moonslie04 · 3 months

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scaramouche x male! reader

Part 3: lost in conversation.

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tw: mentions of dysphoria and cursing (tell me if I missed anything!

(Y/N) sighed, checking his watch again for the 5th time in the last 7 minutes. (Y/N) knew that he was 15 minutes early but as he told his friends, he didn't want to stay home for longer. He wiped his hands on the skirt, forced to wear it but honestly the dysphoric thoughts weren't too loud once he had actually put it on. He heard the door of the little cafe chime and looked up to see Scaramouche.

(Y/N) shot his hand up, waving it in a manner which could be considered crazy. He put it down when Scaramouche nodded at him, nervously straightening his skirt more and more. His eyes followed Scaramouche as he came to the booth near the window and sat down.

“Can you give me a minute? I need to text Nahida that I reached here safely. She worries for no reason.” Scaramouche mumbled, his fingers already typing furiously on the screen.

(Y/N) watched as Scaramouche took off his mask and felt his heart skip a beat. Honestly, after learning that they were meeting, (Y/N) had stalked him a bit. But beauty isn't shown properly through a phone screen. Scaramouche was the kind of person that (Y/N) wanted to be and also wanted to be with. He had an air of confidence surrounding him that made (Y/N)’s head spin.

(Y/N) broke out of his trance when he heard fingers snapping in front of him. His eyes refocused to look at Scaramouche's long sleek fingers waving in front of his face. Red bloomed across his face, once he realized he was accidentally staring at the purple haired boy in front of him.

“Take a picture, it'll last longer.” Scaramouche said, a smirk playing on his lips.

(Y/N) became more red and cleared his throat, hoping to get rid of the redness he was sure was starting to show.

“Right… my flash drive?” (Y/N) said, his leg bouncing up and down. The flash drive held his most kept secret. If anyone who knew him saw the character he had created, they'd instantly know that it was him. Silas was everything (Y/N) wanted to be.

“Oh! Right. Here.” Scaramouche said, digging into his bag and taking out the drive.

“Honestly speaking, I did see a few things because I tried to see who you were and I have to say… My god, if Silas isn't the best character I've ever read.” Scaramouche says, turning the flash drive over and over in his hands.

(Y/N)’s head snapped, his eyes and ears not believing what he was hearing. Someone had read and actually liked his character? Without poking holes in it? Scaramouche had to be joking.

“Are you just playing with me? Because like that's shitty to do. You may not like the character but don't just mock me about it.” (Y/N) mumbled, snatching the drive from Scaramouche's hand and hastily putting it in his pocket. He got up to leave, being done with the work that he was here for and was quite mad about what Scaramouche had done.

“Wait no! I didn't mean to sound like I was mocking you. I was being truthful! I didn't mean it in a mean way. I genuinely like the characters you've made. If I didn't I wouldn't be here. Please sit down.” Scaramouche rushed to speak, eyes wide once he saw that (Y/N) was going to leave. He sighed in relief when (Y/N) sat down, eyeing the purple haired boy suspiciously.

“Do you really like them? The characters, I mean.” Scaramouche nodded, his eyes earnest. (Y/N)’s eyes lit up, finally having someone to talk to about his characters. His friends didn’t know yet because he was afraid of them judging him and leaving him like his previous friends. Aether knew about Raj and Alex (or also known as ‘They who should not be named.’) and knew about the trust issues and other troubles that (Y/N) had after they had left.

“Are you going to write a story based on Silas?” Scaramouche asked. (Y/N)) bit his lip in thought. He had wanted to but he was procrastinating a lot. It also didn't help when he had started to question himself once more.

(Y/N) shook his head. “I haven’t really thought about it. I mean, I've written like headcanons about Silas and future love interest but nothing in writing.”

Scaramouche nodded thoughtfully, “Would you consider ever writing? I could be your beta of sorts. If you want, of course.”

(Y/N) snickered when he heard the word beta leave Scaramouche's mouth. He knew what Scaramouche meant but the word has had so many implications in the past 2 years that (Y/N) had to laugh.

He shook his head when he saw the offended look on Scaramouche’s face.

“NO! I didn't mean to laugh but you have to know how that sounds. I mean, I personally think I’m an alpha but you do you, I guess.” (Y/N) said, a teasing smile on his face as he notices recognition seeping into Scaramouche’s face. He laughed, covering his face with his hand as the disgust took over Scaramouche’s face.

“Please. I have personal vendetta over the entire omegaverse shit. Like people can like whatever they like of course but for an entire fucking year, Childe went around saying what alphas should do and how i was a “sigma male” because i have coloured hair and pronouns. Which is so hypocritical because he himself has coloured hair and a fucking boyfriend. Like make sense.” Scaramouche said exasperatedly. He smiled at (Y/N) when his entire spiel had made him laugh, a sound that he found quite ethereal.

“Childe sounds so much like my friend Kaeya. They would get together and that would cause so much chaos. Kaeya once told my dad on his face that if i was his child, i would’ve flourished so much but then looked at my mom and made a disgusted face and said that he would not want to be my father because then that would mean that he would have to fuck my mom and he would rather fuck a cactus.” (Y/N) said, recalling the memory and his father’s face. It was very hilarious and it was only intensified with his mother's scandalized gasp.

Neither Scaramouche nor (Y/N) realized how much time had passed. Enjoying their little conversation, staying inside their own bubble and being lost in conversation.

#genshin smau #male reader #ftm reader #smau #genshin impact #x male reader #scaramouche x male reader #scaramouche x reader

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running-with-kn1ves · 1 year

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Too Close For Comfort

Male! Co-worker X GN! Reader

A/N: Turns out you can write so much when you have free time :0 Anyway I spent way too damn long on this so… here we are! I hope yall enjoy :’) (There are so many things wrong with this piece which is EXACTLY why you do not procrastinate, kids.)

TW: christmas/holiday themes, sour mood on the holidays, drugging, forced kissing/ touching, yandere themes, alcohol/ intoxicated characters

Synopsis: Feeling like an odd one out at your office’s christmas party, you find an overly eager co-worker to spend your time with-- who seems to prove that no company may be better than bad company.

Word Count: 3300

When most thought of the winter holidays, great cheer and comforting cold weather took priority. Whether it was staying inside from the bitter cold with a cup of warm tea, or decorating with shining lights and pine tree scents, there was always fun to be had. Even the music was jolly, no holiday song consisting of a sorrowful melody when it came to the season.

However, you unfortunately did not share the same holiday spirit as most during December. Those who had fun on Christmas or their yearly holidays usually had someone to spend it with, a person or people to keep them company from the windy chill and the loneliness of solitude. You had no such company; your family was unable to make it this year for the holidays, and you had yet to find a spouse that could enjoy the Christmas spirit with you.

You tried not to bring your disheartened attitude in with you today at work, but it was a real struggle when it came to watching your co-workers mingle with one another. You had yet to make any stable friendships since you started your job, which your huddling form in the corner showed quite obviously.

With eggnog in your hand and an ugly sweater covering your chest, you couldn’t help but frown at the floor as you listened to the sound of jingle bells and Michael Bublé for the 100th time this month. You desperately wanted to go home, to cry to a hallmark movie and down 3 cups of hot chocolate before passing out on your couch. But your boss insisted that everyone in your office stay for the christmas party else they’ll have to stay late on new years.

You didn’t have any particular plan for new years other than your yearly ritual of drinking your sorrows away while the clock strikes twelve, but it would be nice not to spend it in the office with a bunch of people you hardly knew. So, you stayed. You listened to the bad karaoke and watched as your co-workers got slammed on spiked eggnog.

A particular person who displayed such a description was your boss: a man in his 40s, currently ‘busting it down’ on the makeshift dancefloor to some holiday rap.

“He’s having a bit too much fun, wouldn’t you think?” A voice said next to your ear.

You turned to find one of your co-workers faces right next to yours, his hot breath ghosting over your ear as he grinned. You jumped at seeing him so close to you out of nowhere.

“Sorry, I just thought you wouldn’t be able to hear me over the music.” He apologized.

The man’s flurry of bright blonde hair and fair skin seemed to appear out of nowhere, his face flushed with a slight pink that must’ve been from the cold.

“No its alright. Klaus, right?” You asked.

“Yeah,” He laughed and rubbed the back of his head. “I’ve actually been standing behind you for a while now.”

You raised an eyebrow at his words, not expecting his choice of words.

“I mean-- I’ve seen you around the office quite a bit, but haven’t gotten the courage to talk to you ‘til now.”

You almost flushed at the sound of that. Someone had noticed you, and was really that afraid of talking to you? You had thought no one batted an eye at you after the first day of your arrival.

You remembered seeing Klaus around the office a few times-- he always seemed to be nearby, never doing anything important but never so visibly available that you felt confident enough to talk to him. He seemed very popular with your other co-workers, always chatting it up with someone and getting a giggle out of them. Sometimes you’d make eye contact with him, but you turned away too quickly out of embarrassment to let it linger any longer.

“Actually I’ve been standing here for 10 minutes hoping you’d notice me.” He bashfully admitted.

Oh.

“What really? I’m so sorry--” You tried to apologize, feeling yourself grow hot at how oblivious you were.

“No don’t worry. I’m just glad I’ve finally caught your attention.” He gave you a small wink, leaning in closer to make himself more hearable.

You widened your eyes at that, surprised at his forwardness-- you couldn’t remember the last time someone came onto you so obviously. Or rather, at all. You had been sort of avoiding the dating- slash- hookup scene ever since you moved for your job.

“O-oh.” You weren’t exactly sure how to respond, taking another large gulp of your drink.

“In fact, I thought you were looking rather lonely over here.” Klaus said, moving forward closer to you. You stepped backwards in time with his movements, afraid of getting too close to him. He didn’t seem to mind, keeping eye contact with you as he licked his lips and smiled.

“Oh, really? Well… I’m, alright. Don’t worry about me.” You laughed awkwardly, caught completely off guard.

He placed a hand on the wall behind you, standing beside and yet in front of you, in a non-threatening but trapping manner. Taking a sip out of his own drink, he watched as you fumbled to fill the silence he seemed so comfortable with.

“Hey everybody! A shrill voice called. “Guess who’s under the mistletoe!”

One of your female coworkers pointed towards you and Klaus in a drunken stupor, her dark skin flushed from the alcohol and showing mischevious excitement.

You looked up to see a hanging green plant, ripe red berries intertwined in its leaves with a red bow holding it from the ceiling. Klaus didn’t bother looking up, continuing to stare at you as you admired the greenery.

It wasn’t until a chant brought you out of your thoughts did you feel your stomach drop.

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” Your female coworker started, shaking her fist in time with her intoxicated slurs. She stumbled and clapped her hands, the rest of the office following suit. Your boss even chimed in, becoming the loudest with his tie tied around his forehead and his shirt unbuttoned. You hadn’t realized how unraveled the party had become until all the attention was on you. The chant got louder as more joined in, Klaus looking at you for your reaction.

You looked back at him and to the crowd, unsure of what you should do. Klaus looked prepared, trying to appear casual yet undeniably eager.

“Should we give the people what they want?” He asked, though you could tell what he was hoping for.

Yet, you hardly knew him! This was your first time talking to the man, and he was your co-worker-- someone who you’d have to see day in and day out 5 days a week. The world of problems this one kiss could bring, was a risk you weren’t sure would be worth it.

Despite knowing that, you began to lean towards him. Maybe it was the eggnog or the fear of disappointing the party attendees, but you kept moving forward as he grinned a bit too excitedly.

Immediately Klaus’s hand shot to your back, pulling you so the inside of his thigh warmed your knee. His hand on your back pressed against your sweater and gently moved to support you, the other coming up to cup your cheek. You expected the kiss to be a short peck-- enough to satisfy the drunken herd, but Klaus’s movements read romance.

His hands were warm, likely from holding his hot drink of choice all evening. He smelled faintly of snow and hot chocolate, his breath hitting your nose as he stood over you, waiting to get closer. His fingers fell to your chin as his pointer and thumb gripped to pull your face towards his softly. You let him take the lead, holding onto his cold jacket as he pushed you up to meet his height.

You could feel the burn of a hundred eyes on you, all staring; watching, anticipating.

Klaus’ lips touched yours, his mouth parting just slightly for yours to fit in like a puzzle piece. He didn’t dare shove his tongue down your throat or slime you with saliva like you bet half of the drunks here would have, instead squeezing his lips around yours with a hand on the back of your head, deepening the act of affection as if he waited a millennium to give it to you.

Thankfully, cheering commenced from the boisterous crowd, though you couldn’t hear it from the blood rushing in your ears. Neither you or Klaus wanted to let go-- though for vastly different reasons. Hands rushed to pat you and your male counterpart on the back once you forced yourself to break away. Klaus still held onto you, moving his hands to hold your waist as the crowd trickled closer to congratulate. The music got louder, a shout of more drinks being poured gaining another cheer from the crowd.

They all shouted words of praise and excitement, some more inebriated than others, but nonetheless all happy and excited with a holiday glow in their eyes and cheeks.

Once the drinks were poured and called to be given out, the attention on you and Klaus was gone. The crowd moved away, diminishing all to go back to partying and their own groups of familiarity. Though Klaus still hadn’t let go of you. You looked at him, awkwardly shuffling backward as he let go reluctantly.

The music had somehow gotten louder, though the attention was now pulled back to your tipsy boss making decisions he’d surely regret in the morning, and everyone else focusing back on their own groups. You felt out of place again-- though now with a partner instead of alone. You weren’t sure if that as any better though, since now it was two all alone rather than one.

“Do you want to go somewhere more quiet?” Klaus asked, leaning once again uncomfortably close to your face. “Somewhere with less, you know, people?” He put a hand to the small of your back, hoping to gently push your decision.

“That’d be great.” You sighed with a smile, glad to be escaping in some way, even if it meant spending time with an awkward acquaintance.

Klaus grabbed your hand with his, bringing a comforting warmth to your chilled fingers. He slid by the twinkling christmas tree, pushing past people with an urgency that would’ve concerned you if you weren’t so eager to leave yourself. You almost tripped over the small presents meant for white elephant underneath the tree if you hadn’t watched your step, trying to move carefully as Klaus lifted your hand to make it easier.

“Thanks,” You said, though you doubted it could be heard over the loud chatter and high note from Mariah Carey on the radio.

You realized Klaus had been leading you back towards your desks, into a small hallway that only held your bosses office and a small janitor’s closet. People still paraded around the office everywhere you went, a few couples making out in their cubicles with the only light source coming from strung up christmas lights on the walls. You squinted your eyes, unable to see in the dark except for Klaus’ shoes in front of you.

You bumped into his back as he suddenly stopped in front of the closet, letting out a small ‘oomph’ into his thick jacket.

“Sorry..” You mumbled, though he only seemed to let out a small, teasing laugh.

Opening the door, he led you into the closet. You gulped, thinking this was a strange place to gain privacy. You thought perhaps the two of you would go outside, or maybe head back to one of your cubicles, even if it wasn’t the best way to be alone. Yet, you still followed him into the closet, hoping maybe you could take a breather without hearing incessant jovial laughing or wet drunken kisses from your co-workers who couldn’t keep themselves off each other. Hoping in, Klaus shut the door with a ‘click.’

There was no light in the closet, and no switch to turn on even a hanging light bulb.

“Well, here we are.” You said, hoping to lighten the thick air.

“Yes.” Klaus said, his body in front of you though you couldn’t see it. You shuffled around, trying to get comfortable despite unknown items at your feet and on the shelves next to you. You stood in silence, soaking up the fact that there was no distractions to remind you of your loneliness. And, well, you weren’t alone. Atleast, not right now.

Klaus’ breathing got heavier, loud enough to fill the silence of the closet.

“I can’t believe…. We’re alone together.” He exhales.

“Yeah….?” You say, unsure of what he means.

Though the hands on your shoulders seem to put forth his meaning more clearly.

“I thought we’d never be able to get away from them.” He chuckles, pressing his chest against yours this time, pulling you into a hug. “Though, I didn’t think the mistletoe would go that smoothly.”

Klaus rubbed your back with a sensuality you didn’t expect, humming into your ear as he embraced you moreso than co-workers-- or even friends should.

“I can’t say I expected you to kiss me so easily..”

He let go of the unreciprocated hug to cup your face with his soft hands.

“So, does this mean you have feelings for me…. too?”

“W-what?” You back away from his hands into the supply shelf. “Klaus, uh,” You chuckle for a moment, trying to come up with an answer. “We’ve only talked once, and that was 5 minutes ago!”

You tried to keep your tone light, giving a small laugh to hide your nervousness.

“But our kiss,” He argued. “Our kiss. Didn’t you feel something from that?”

He huffed and brought his hands down to your shoulders.

“Not only that--didn’t you feel any sparks when we made eye contact last tuesday? When you brushed by me in the break room? Come on.” He spoke as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, shaking your shoulders and pressing the toe of his shoe against yours.

“I’m sorry, I don’t even remember that--” You tried to find his eyes in the dark, but could only make out vague shapes of his face. “I thought that kiss was just-- peer pressure.”

Klaus went silent. His hands limp against your shoulders, the male hung his head in defeat.

“....Nothing? You haven’t… noticed me at all?” He sounded pitiful, voice cracking ever so slightly. “And our kiss, was just an act to you?”

Klaus bit his lip to stop himself from letting out a sob, his worst fears commencing together to build a crushing momentum.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t know, it meant that much to you. I don’t know you that well, so I really don’t have any room to say I share the same feelings.” You sighed, patting his hands sympathetically.

Well, that was certainly a turn of events from what you expected.

Yet, Klaus perked up at hearing you.

“But that doesn’t entirely rule out the possibility, right? You could still… find yourself falling for me-- potentially.”

“Klaus, I don’t really think--”

“It’s possible, with enough time, with enough-- convincing.” He interrupted.

You were about to refute his rationalization, trying to let him down gently. That was until the feeling of familiar lips crashing onto yours came, devouring you faster than the first kiss had. Klaus shoved you against the supply shelf, forcing your head back with his as his nose bumped into yours. Tight lips wrapped around your mouth as the man desperately tried to convince you.

“Klauth--!” You tried to muffle out, feeling your struggling hands forcefully pushed against the shelf.

“No--! Just let me--” He huffed between kisses. “Give me the chance to convince you--! I’m worth it!-- I promise--”

Thumps could be heard outside the closet, cleaning and old office supplies falling off the shelves as the two of you danced in a struggling fashion.

You let out a series of noises against his mouth, mostly poor attempts at trying to tell him to stop, to get off of you, all of which were futile compared to how overpowering Klaus’s desperation was. He was determined, and there was little that could stop him.

Though with a rightly timed shove and a bite of his lip, you managed to push the man into the door. It let out an echoing clatter, Klaus being unable to catch himself beforehand.

“What is the matter with you!” You managed to huff out, balling your fists up.

Klaus ignores your upset expression, wiping his lips.

“I’m really not a bad guy, you know. I don’t use things like chloroform or handcuffs.” Your heart dropped, panic beginning to set in. “I didn’t even really plan on bringing this with me tonight…. It was just a precaution. So I hope, you won’t think different of me.” Klaus frowned, coming closer to you with heavy footsteps.

“What are you even on about!” You tried to back away, about to tell him to stop once more. The more he came closer, the more worried you became. Clearly, there was something wrong with him on a level that you couldn’t understand, and you weren’t waiting to find out what it was.

But before you could react, a pinching feeling was running down your thigh. Something stabbed into your leg, unwavering as Klaus’ hand covered it. His other arm moved up to shove against your mouth, your teeth biting into his arm as you tried to struggle away. He spun around, pushing you against the closet door as you tried to frantically get free. Klaus thumbed the end of the syringe, making sure the entirety of the sedative entered your system. Once he felt it hit the bottom, Klaus pulled the needle out of your leg and threw the syringe to the floor. He used the rest of his weight to keep you steady and silent.

You tried to scream against his arm once you realized what he had done. You didn’t know what he had just injected you with, but it certainly was not something benign. Your arms tried to flail but could only wiggle within Klaus’s grasp as he held them down.

Only a mere few seconds passed before you felt something strange occur within you, a limpness in your limbs beginning as your eyelids lowered. It was small at first-- just a nagging tiredness in your body. But it soon grew to a point that you could no longer counsciously comprehend, your mind flatlining.

“You’re so much work,” Klaus said with a struggled laugh, trying to keep you down while brushing a stray hair away from your slowly relaxing face. “But worth it. I promise, I’ll prove myself to you. I’ll make you beg for me.”

You could feel your spit drool down your chin from Klaus’ sleeve, your attempts at biting and removing his arm leaving you a mess. It didn’t take long for the tranquilizer to work its effects, your eyes having gone hazy and body nearly falling to the floor. If it wasn’t for Klaus’s reaction time you would’ve slammed against the door, which would’ve been preferable when it came to Klaus’s intentions. Instead, he caught you with his arms, fighting to keep you upwards.

“You’ll be convinced before new years, sweetheart.” Klaus planted a small kiss to the side of your mouth, cleaning the drool from your face. “Merry Christmas, my little present.”

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nataliasquote · 2 months

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I Know What You Are (teaser)

I apologise for how long it’s taking me to get a new fic out. I’m so bad with procrastination that I’ve left all my university work until the last minute so that’s taking up a lot of my time. In the meantime, here is a sneak peak at my next post… enjoy

500 words

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“I thought interrogations were supposed to be your thing, Natasha.” The way her name dripped off her tongue was like sweet honey and Natasha clenched her jaw, eyes fixed on the woman prowling in front of her. Sure, she could get out of the ties around her wrists, but something kept her there. A desire to learn more about her. “You gave up pretty easily.”

“You know damn well I didn’t give up,” she spat, glaring up at the woman who was now standing so close their legs brushed. “I came willingly.”

“Oh I know,” the woman said with a smile, tracing the sharpness of the redhead’s jaw with her knife. “You can’t resist me.” Her Russian accent was thick and had Natasha completely transfixed. The tip of the knife trailed down to her collarbones so gently. “I didn’t think it would take years though.”

“I knew where you were.”

“You break my heart.” There was a mischievous sparkle behind her eyes and it frustrated Natasha to no end. “Guess you thought you were too good for me now, huh? All caught up in your Avengers business and no time left for me.” She pouted like a child.

Natasha looked up at the dim light above her head before answering. It was cliche really, tied to a chair in the middle of a damp room with only a single string bulb as a light source. But the woman before her was far more calculated than she ever let on, so Natasha knew it was part of some much bigger plan.

“Well I can’t exactly have a coffee with the enemy,” she said sarcastically. “The Avengers would take you in if you stopped murdering people for no reason.”

“Ha!” She spat out, turning back around to face Natasha, her knife spinning casually between her fingers. “Avengers. What a pathetic excuse for an organisation. You think they mean well, and that’s just adorable really.”

“They’re not pathetic.” If there was one thing Natasha was protective about, it was her family. “Take a look at who you work for, you’ll find some pretty pathetic business going on there.”

Y/n’s eyes darkened. “Hydra is not stupid. At least our scientists actually do something useful instead of pottering about building metal suits.” A jab at Tony Stark. Classy.

“Yeah sure, if you call illegal human experimentation ‘useful’.”

Y/n let out a soft laugh. “Don’t get all big and bossy with me,” she replied, watching as Natasha’s stony expression cracked slightly. “The twins signed themselves up, I did nothing.”

“You lured them in.”

“What can I say, I’m irresistible.” She winked at Natasha and disappeared into the shadows, leaving a very disgruntled redhead alone.

To say she was the most annoying person Natasha had ever met was a severe understatement. That woman got under her skin and just festered there, and no amount of focus would ever make her go away.

#natasha romanoff #fanfic #marvel #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow #avengers

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telekineticseance · 7 months

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NEIGHBORS

kinktober day five: sweat

pairing: doug remer x f! reader

summary: you have an attraction to your neighbor who walks his dog every day

genre: smut

word count: 2062

cw: fingering (f!receiving), unprotected sex

author's note: finished this at like midnight last night because i procrastinated so much on it

Moving to Milwaukee was one of the worst decisions you could’ve made. I mean you grew up there so deep down it was home, but when you finally moved away it was like fresh air. Only for you to be stuck moving back when you realized living in a bigger city would be too much on your own, so your parents helped you find a small rental house and helped you move back home.

The most interesting part about moving back, although you hated to admit it, was the fact that you could sit outside and watch your neighbor walk his dog every day. You didn’t know his name but around the same time every day, your neighbor from a few houses down would walk his rottweiler around the block, giving you a chance to sneak a peek at him. Sometimes he would walk him with a tank top, sometimes a baggy shirt, but most of the time because of the Summer heat, he’d walk shirtless.

Over time you started to get less secretive when you would wait for him to pass by. What started as the occasional peek through the blinds, became a sitting on your porch pretending to enjoy the fresh air.

You’d watch as he’d walk by, usually with a pair of headphones connected to a walkman as the brown curls on his hair bounced with every step. Sometimes he’d whistle so you were able to know what he was listening to but others he’d walk in silence.

You always thought about maybe going over to introduce yourself, or making it so you would have to talk to him some way or another, but mostly you just watched. But today you decided to try something different.

The temperature was pushing 100 degrees today so you decided to walk out to your yard in nothing but the smallest bikini you could find in your drawers before taking a towel and laying it on the grass, sunbathing on top.

You lie on your stomach, pretending to read a book through your sunglasses, constantly looking between the pages and your watch, checking the time anxiously.

And then, there he was. White basketball shorts that sat low on his hips, no shirt so you could see his waist. and his lower back dimples when he’d turn around. You continued to pretend to read from your book as you glanced over the pages, watching him.

It didn’t take long before he noticed you too, practically stopping in his tracks as he didn’t hide his staring. You decided to make a show of it, putting down the book before sitting up on your knees, stretching your arms as you did so.

When you opened your eyes from the stretch you suddenly saw his dog, charging full force at you making you squeal slightly before the dog jumped on you, smothering your face with dog kisses. You started to giggle as you pet the dog before your neighbor ran across the street yelling the dog’s name as he did.

“I’m sorry about him. He doesn’t really like people except for me and my roommate.” He told you, laughing as he grabbed the leash to his dog. “Oh it’s okay he’s nothing but a big sweetheart. What’s his name?”

“Mr.Yes.” He told you proudly, making you raise an eyebrow.

“Mr.Yes?”

“Long story,” He paused as the dog pulled away from you, standing next to the man’s legs before he crouched down meeting eye level with you, “I’m Remer. Well Doug Remer but everyone just calls me Remer.”

Doug Remer.

“Nice to meet you, Remer. I’m Y/N.” You introduced yourself, holding out your hand for him to take. It didn't take him long before he took your hand in his, giving it a firm shake.

“I haven't seen you around before. Are you new to the area?” He asked, looking around slightly before returning his gaze back to you.

“Milwaukee? No. The neighborhood? Yeah I just moved a couple months ago. Kind of keep to myself. After all, I do live alone.”

“Alone? No boyfriend in the picture?”

You shook your head in response, subtly playing with one of the strings on your bikini top that ties it in the front, “Nope. Just me all by myself. What about you? Girlfriend?”

Remer took his attention away from your chest, not doing the best at hiding his stare, “No just me and my roommate Coop. Not that we’re together. He’s a guy and I’m not into guys in that way.” He scoffed lightly at the end of his sentence.

“You should definitely come over some time then. Maybe we can have a drink and get to know each other?” You asked, biting your bottom lip, letting your eyes roam his torso. I mean if he could stare at you, then why couldn’t you do the same for him.

“Well if you’re free today I can finish the walk for him and then come back over. If that’s okay with you of course.” He asked, slowly standing up before you followed, standing up straight as well. “Sure that sounds great actually.”

“I’ll see you soon then.” He responded, giving you a big smile as you noticed the large gap in between his two teeth. Not that you minded it was actually cute to look at.

“See you soon.”

You watched as he turned around, the occasion glance over his shoulder as he walked away continuing his walk.

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You didn’t take long after Remer left to go inside and clean yourself up a little before changing into a pair of shorts and a tank top. Shortly after you were finished getting ready and tidying up, you heard a knock on the door.

You took one last look at yourself before you walked to the door and opened it to reveal Remer. The look of him made you freeze for just a moment. It was clear he finished the walk and headed over without even putting on a shirt. You couldn’t help but stare at the beads of sweat that rested on his chest, the way his skin glistened ever so slightly.

“Come in.” You quickly told him, trying to peel your eyes away but you found it hard to.

Remer walked past you as you shut the door behind him, “You have a pretty nice house. I like the decorations.”

You watched as Remer looked around, occasionally pausing for a moment as he looked at a different picture before shrugging and moving onto another.

“How long have you lived in Milwaukee?” You asked, moving to the couch before sitting down. Remer turned to look at you before walking over to the couch himself to sit next to you, “I grew up here. Me and Coop, my roommate, grew up being close to one another so after high school we ended up moving into our own house. Not as easy as we thought it would be though.”

“You’re telling me,” You spoke softly with a small laugh before looking at Remer again, seeing the confused look on his face, “I moved to a bigger city for a little bit before realizing it wasn’t the best and moved back here.”

“So you’re kind of like a city girl then?”

You giggled slightly, “I guess I am. Or more like was.”

He shrugged, “I for one really like city girls. Or past ones.”

You felt a blush rise to your cheeks, “Oh really?”

He nodded, a smile on his face as he looked at you. You quickly adjusted yourself on the couch slightly, grabbing the remote. “Do you wanna watch a movie or something?”

“Or something..” He mumbled under his breath but just loud enough to where you could still kind of hear him.

“What was that?” You asked, turning your attention back to him. He continued holding eye contact with you, shrugging a bit as he looked at you. “Or something.”

You watched as his hand moved slightly closer to you, causing your heart to race. It didn’t take long before you felt Remer move close to you, caressing your face before putting his lips to yours.

The beating of your heart felt like it was beating so fast that it would explode. You felt Remer’s hands run down to your waist, pulling you closer to him as the two of you kissed. His tongue ran across your lips, begging for an entrance in which you granted, allowing his tongue to roam the inside of your mouth.

You let your handles tangle themselves into Remer’s hair, the curls wrapping around your fingers, getting close enough to him so your chests were pressed against one another.

Remer leaned you back on the couch, keeping your lips attached as he hovered over you, moving his hand from your waist to your thigh, gripping it as his other hand moved to the arm of the couch above you, using it to prop himself up.

He pulled away, keeping his eyes locked on yours, “I um..did you wanna stop?”

You shook your hand, moving your own hands from his hair to his face, caressing it as you felt the stubble underneath your palms, “No I want this.”

He nodded with a small smirk before leaning down to kiss you once more, letting his hand trail up to the waistband of your shorts before giving them a small tug, pulling them down to your ankles.

His lips started to leave kisses along your inner thighs as he looked up at you, “You know something?” Remer asked before he used his hand to slide your panties to the side, using his fingers to rub at your clit.

“W-What?” You moaned out, gasping under his touch.

“I’ve seen you watching me on my walks. I just didn’t know how to talk to you.” He spoke before dipping his fingers in between your folds, making you arch your back. You felt almost embarrassed by the fact he noticed you but too overwhelmed now to have any other emotion than what was going on in the moment.

He curled his fingers causing you to arch your back slightly, letting out another moan. As Remer pulled out his fingers you let out a small whine but it didn’t last long before he soon pulled off your panties completely, quickly pulling off his shorts to reveal the lack of boxers from underneath.

You couldn’t help but look at his length, you watched him as he wiped off the bit of precum off the tip before stroking himself a few times.

He kneeled between your legs, positioning his tip along your entrance as he stroked himself a few more times, before he slid his length in. He gasped as he slid in before letting out a soft whine, the sound of him sending chills throughout you.

He started thrusting slowly and carefully, pinning your arms above your head. Your toes curled from the feeling as he continued thrusting, him pausing every few thrusts as he would hit your g spot.

“Fuck,” he whined out, putting his lips to yours once more. The two of you were moaning messes into the kiss.

You wrapped your legs around his waist as his thrusts quickened. The room started to smell from the two of you, your sweat building up with the quicker he went, your face starting to heat up as you saw Remer’s curls stick to his forehead.

His eyes were scrunched together while his mouth parted, his grip still tight on your hands above you.

“Doug I’m so close,” You breathed out, your body heat just growing more.

“Come for me.”

It didn’t take long after that before you came. Your toes curling once more, as your back arched, the feeling of his thrusts starting to slow as you came around his cock.

Remer pulled out shortly after, pulling his hand away from yours as he stroked himself a couple times. You watched as the liquid spewed from his tip, the drops landing on your stomach as they did.

Your eyes flicked from his cock to his face, seeing the way he whined, the way he shuddered as he came.

When he finished, his eyes fluttered back open as he looked at you, the sweat beads dripping down his face and body, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“That was…”

“Amazing?”

“Yeah..”

#doug remer #doug remer x reader #matt stone x reader #matt stone #baseketball #doug remer smut #matt stone smut #kinktober #kinktober 2023

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nishik1 · 8 months

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you jealous, nishimura? — i missed you smau + written

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warnings: cursing, FLUFF!!, mentions of throwing something, mentions of killing someone, also ignore the time stamps these were made weeks apart I am not joking.

wc: estimated 500 !!NOT PROOFREAD!!

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you nearly scoff at Hanni’s text, there’s no way he could be awake. he’s clearly sleeping, right?

you look down to the seemingly sleeping Riki whose head is resting in your lap, his hair messily spread out across your lap and his face. with a soft smile on your face, you gently brush his hair out of his eyes.

“what the fuck!” you hand jolted back when his eyes suddenly shot open.

“why are you yelling?” he said slightly laughing at your reaction

“I thought you were sleeping, clearly I was wrong” you let out a chuckle as you flick his forehead.

“so did you really just come over here to sleep?” you said as you watched him close his eyes again.

“of course not!” he scoffed, shooting you a dirty look. did you really think he’d come to your house just to sleep? if he wanted to sleep he would’ve just stayed home!

“I missed you” he said, opening his eyes again. you could feel the heat in your cheeks rise up again.

“we hung out a week ago though” you laughed and he rolled his eyes, waving his hand in your face.

“I meant just the two of us, we haven’t gotten much alone time lately…” he mumbled and your heart started racing.

“I—“ you tried to speak but he cut you off

“don’t say anything. I just want you to know I missed you…” your eyes went wide and you were at a loss for words, your hand trembling a bit from nervousness.

“I missed you too, Riki” you smiled, gently taking his hand in yours. if you were being honest,, it felt like your was going to explode in your chest. it was a lot to process, I mean you’re literally sitting on your bed with your best friend— no, your crush, and he’s telling you that he showed up to your house late at night just because he missed you.

you swore your face was redder than a tomato when he turned to you, his tired eyes sparkling. how could you not see it before? it’s so clear now, the way he looks at you, talks to you, its so obvious that he likes you!

“stop looking at me like that…” you mumble, flicking his forehead once again which causes him to groan.

“go to sleep” you say as you get up and put on your slippers, not so gently pushing his head off your lap and onto the mattress.

“I didn’t just come here to sleep—“

“I said go to sleep!” you turn to him taking off your slipper and raising it in the air in a threatening manner, in response to this he immediately put his hands up to surrender.

“fine…” he grumbled slowly laying back down as he watched you exit the room. once you were out of sight, he took out his phone and began to type away on twitter.

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echo-goes-mmm · 3 months

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Moonflower #8

Masterpost

Warnings: sexism, dehumanization

Iris refreshed her makeup, adding more concealer under her eyes. Half of it was ensuring her Aunt wouldn’t make a “you seem tired” comment, and the other half was pure procrastination.

Kit sat on the floor next to the vanity, watching her blend out the concealer.

It was nice to have someone in the room that was quiet and didn’t demand her attention. Less lonely, without draining her energy.

She applied more lipstick and smoothed her hair. There was no use putting it off any longer. Aunt Nicole would just chide her for being late.

The walk to the dining room was too short for her taste. She half considered canceling, but then the next dinner would be even more insufferable.

Her family stood as she entered, and it was amusing to see their smiles turn to confusion when they spotted Kit trailing behind her.

“It’s good to see you, Iris,” said Alexander. Out of the four on her mother’s side, she liked him the most.

“Likewise.”

She took her spot at the head of the table; Kit to her right.

The slight didn’t go unnoticed.

“Won’t you introduce us to your friend?” asked Aunt Nicole, a faux smile on her face.

“Kit, this is my Aunt Nicole, Uncle Henry, and my cousins: Alexander and Richard.” She pointed each one out, and Henry offered a polite nod.

“Hello,” said Kit. Richard snorted, but covered it up with a cough. Brat.

Iris sat, and everyone followed suit.

Percy, and a servant she didn’t know the name of, appeared in a flash.

“Tonight we have a seasonal salad with balsamic vinaigrette, roasted duck with rosemary potatoes, and chocolate lava cake for dessert. Chef has selected a light red with notes of cherry.”

The servant uncorked the bottle, and Iris gave it a sniff. “Lovely. Thank you.”

The servant began to pour the wine. Richard was too young, so she passed him over. Kit politely refused the wine, and Aunt Nicole raised a judgemental brow.

It was going to be a long meal.

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“So, darling,” said Iris’s aunt, “have you started looking for a husband yet?”

Kit glanced up from his salad in alarm. Mistress had already told him she hated the marriage talk.

“Not as of late,” said Iris, gritting her teeth. “I’ve been busy.”

“Of course you have. The kingdom won’t run itself,” Henry interrupted, casting a glance to his wife.

“I could handle the matchmaking for you,” suggested Nicole. Iris tensed. Nicole leaned over to place her hand on Iris’s. “I know that was supposed to be your mother’s job, but-”

Iris yanked her hand away. “I appreciate the offer, but I’m really not interested right now.”

Mistress grabbed her wine and took a long sip. Nicole frowned.

“Honey, I’m just concerned. Don’t you want children?”

Iris choked on her wine.

“Of course I do, but I don’t have the time to date. And I certainly don’t have the time to be a mother.”

“That’s what nannies are for, darling.”

“We are not talking about this.”

Silence fell over the table.

“The weather is pretty good for August,” said Alexander, clearly trying to change the subject. “Very mild. Think that will hold for winter?”

“Probably not,” said Iris, her posture relaxing.

“How do you know? Did your magic pet tell you that?” said Richard. He shoveled salad into his mouth. It was supposed to be an insult, but it was weak and childish at best.

“Richard!” exclaimed Nicole.

“Kit isn’t a pet,” said Iris, her grip on her glass tightening.

Henry put his fork down. “Mind your manners, young man.”

“I’m not a winter. I wouldn’t know,” Kit said, neatly sidestepping the ‘pet’ comment. He didn’t think he could really dispute it anyway.

“Can you predict the weather?” asked Alexander. “In your season, I mean.”

“A little. I can’t tell you what will happen in a week, but I’ll know if it will rain the morning of.”

“How convenient,” said Nicole. “That must be helpful for event planning.”

“I suppose.”

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Mistress was on her second glass of wine, and Kit worried about her. She was just so tense.

Unfortunately, he didn’t know any conversation topics that would calm her down.

Some servants cleared the table and brought in the duck. It looked delicious.

He carefully took a bite, and suppressed a wince.

It was good, really good, but it was clearly seasoned with salt. It stung like tiny needles in his mouth.

Was it on purpose? Did he do something wrong, and this was his punishment?

He glanced at Mistress Iris out of the corner of his eye. She didn’t seem to notice anything.

Kit looked down at his dish. It would be rude not to eat what he was given. Iris would be so upset if he embarrassed her in front of the family she disliked so much.

He tried the potatoes.

No salt, thank the stars.

He ate the duck quickly. If he got it over with soon, it would give his mouth time to heal and hopefully he could enjoy dessert.

“So, Kit, what do you do for Iris?” asked Richard, a smirk on his face. “Y’know, if you don’t predict the weather.”

Kit decided he didn’t like Richard.

“Whatever Mistress asks of me.”

He knew he’d made a mistake as soon as the word ‘mistress’ left his lips.

“So you’re not a pet, you’re a slave.” Iris sucked in a breath.

Henry stood up, grabbing Richard by the arm. “Come on. We’re going to have a chat.”

He pulled Richard from the table, marching him out the door.

“I was just telling it like it is!” protested Richard as they went.

There was a pause. Kit poked at the remaining food on his plate.

“I am so sorry,” apologized Alexander.

“I’ve heard worse.” Richard was right, but he was an asshole about it. No wonder Iris didn’t like her family.

Nicole said nothing, swirling her wine.

Kit attempted to swallow more of the meat, but he couldn’t help flinching at the salt on his tongue. It was beginning to burn in his mouth.

He grabbed his water glass and took a long sip.

He tried to eat another piece without wincing, but it was a losing battle. He choked it down. It really was too bad; he liked duck.

“Are you alright?” asked Iris, her brow furrowing.

“I-” there was no way he could answer without complaining. “There’s salt in this.”

“Percy!” called Iris over her shoulder. “Why didn’t you say something earlier?” she said to him.

“I wasn’t sure if it was on purpose.”

“Of course it wasn't on purpose!”

Percy appeared in moments. “My queen?”

“There's salt Kit’s food.”

Percy’s eyes went wide. He turned to Kit. “My apologies for the mix up. Chef specifically prepared a duck for you. I’ll switch it out immediately. It won’t happen again.” He whisked away the plate.

“Thank you,” said Iris, exasperated. She reached for her wine again.

Henry and Richard came back in. Henry looked as composed as before, but Richard’s face was red.

Henry kissed his wife on the cheek, and Richard slumped unhappily in his chair. He didn’t look at anyone.

The second duck was just as good as the first, without the pain. Percy seemed incredibly embarrassed.

“Percy isn’t going to be in trouble, right?” he asked.

“It isn’t his job to plate the courses, so no.” Iris reassured him. “Whoever did will be.”

“Oh. What if it was just a mistake?”

“I’d have them fired,” said Nicole. She turned up her nose. “No one wants to do their jobs properly anymore.”

“What are we talking about?” Henry said, picking up his fork.

“Someone put an allergen in Kit’s food,” said Alexander.

“Ah.”

“We’re debating if they should get fired,” said Iris.

“I don’t think so,” Kit said. “Maybe they just didn’t know.”

“They should know,” argued Nicole. “It’s unacceptable.”

“I’m with Kit on this one.” offered Alexander. “Salt is so common, and not usually something you have to worry about. No harm no foul, right?”

“Doesn’t salt hurt faeries?” asked Henry.

“Yes.”

“Well then there was harm,” he pointed out.

“Kit should still decide.”

“I don’t want them in trouble if it was a mistake,” he protested.

“And if it wasn’t?” asked Henry. “You can’t just let that slide.”

“Then I’ll fire them,” said Iris. “Obviously.”

“The real problem is lack of effort,” Nicole complained, “No one wants to work these days.”

The family debated back and forth, and Kit was just glad that Iris didn’t seem so wound up anymore.

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“Well, now that it's over, I won’t have to see them for another month.”

Kit watched her remove her makeup.

“Why bother seeing them if you don’t like them?”

Iris pulled off her earrings. “They’re my mom’s family,” she explained. “I can’t just… not talk to them.”

She looked in the mirror. She did look tired without concealer. Damn.

“Oh.”

She got the feeling that Kit didn’t really understand. “It’s easier to keep the peace than to cut them off. Besides, Alexander and Uncle Henry aren’t so bad. Right?”

Kit hummed.

“I’m going to bed early. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yes, Iris.” Kit stood up and left, the door quietly clicking shut.

She sighed, rubbing her eyes. It was only Monday, and she was already so sick of work.

Maybe tomorrow would be easier.

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