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m3-kk · 25 days

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Sharing my TCF notes because sharing is caring 😬 ⬇️. (All of them… so far)

Ch. 086- sad time for Raon :(. REVENGE HAHAHA LETSGOOOO

Ch. 335- Eruhaben protect Roan & Cale from ugly WS 😆

Ch. 352- Cale’s greatest fear…😭

Ch. 378- Choi’s uncle (DS) left info book written in KOREAN?!?! 😵

Ch. 394- Letter from Death & shiz show😬

Ch. 395- CALE IS AFRAID?!?! 😱

Ch. 401- “Plavin was laughing on the outside but crying on the inside.”😌

Ch. 404- “And Miss Cage, please cuss out the God of Death for me.” -Cale 😇

Ch. 411- They were talking about the Lion King (person) and I thought they were talking about the movie 😭

Ch. 414- Choi Han woke up crying “Kim Rook Soo” 😰

Ch. 415- “What am I supposed to call the friend of my nephew once removed?” -Choi Han 😳

Ch. 423- “Oh, by the way, the original owner of your body is living well too. He said he is happy.” -Lee Soo Hyuk ☺️

Ch. 423- CALE CRIES! BABY NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! 😰

“It's a new record! You were unconscious for 20 days, 1 hour, 32 minutes, and 19 seconds!”- Roan Miru🤠

Ch. 431-

“You son of a bitch!” -Bear King

"Why am I your son? Such an idiot.”

-Whale Archie🫡

Ch. 434- Which Henituse sibling wants to become what?🥱👑⚔️

Ch. 435- Sworn brothers 🤞

Ch. 455- Ron says he has a cute young master (Cale) who he doesn’t want to disappoint.🥹

Also that Roan is cuter than Cale 😂

Ch. 457- “This is nice.” Beacrox commented before swinging his greatsword horizontally.🙂

Ch. 461- Cale’s merchant name is Bob XD

Ch. 465- The Sound of the Wind was a top underneath a boulder surrounded by whirlpools.

The Indestructible Shield was a pit under the tree.

The Scary Giant Cobblestone was a stone in the Super Rock villa.

The Fire of Destruction was a sculpture at the center of the magma.

The Vitality of the Heart was a stone pillar at the center of a whirlwind.

The Sky Eating Water was a chained spear.

Ch. 476- More Dragon Family Drama wtf

Ch. 481- To the Fake World Tree

Ch. 501- Illusion of Other World..RAMEN!

Ch. 504- Stick from World Tree (Cale’s blood is special?!)

Ch. 515- Vampire Duke Fredo (seems nice)

Ch. 516- Demonic Race, Rosalyn, White Star after cookie prince?! NOOO

Ch. 520- WEAKLING. Alberu is a mage swordsman badass dark elf

Ch. 526- These brothers are so cute OMEGALUL

Ch.555- Sealed god test, wtf this is so sad I’m crying I’ve never been so genuinely sad

Ch. 559- CHOI HAN OUR LOVE THANKS🙏

Ch. 581- AWW BESTIEEE

Ch. 584- Cale saying he could beat 3 strong peeps

Ch. 589- Alberu goes to Blood Boulder

Ch. 601- AHH CALE BDAY AHHH

Ch. 612- THEY GAVE ALBERU A GUN!!

Ch. 618- Cale explains to LeeSooHyuk the truth

Ch. 622- HOMEEEEEEEE AYYAYAAY

Ch. 627- @Capital w/ Dad y Alberu YAY

Ch. 628- BUBBLEGUM PINK DRAGON

Ch. 629- We are a big family!

Ch. 631- 5 FUCKIN DRAGONS AHHH-

[THE AUTHOR STARTS SAYING SHIT LIKE “IN THE FUTURE.. “ LIKE F U MAKIN ME ALL SAPPY N STUFF WTH UGHHH!!!]

Ch. 640- 2 Cats are Molan house’s future 🥹.. They can’t go berserk?..

Ch. 645- Roan & Cale Solo Fight letsgo!!

Ch. 646- Cale uses ‘instant’ to destroy 2 unranked monsters.. I’m crying actually..

Ch. 647- wtf I’m crying, goosebumps fr

Ch. 649- Roan has grown so much 🥹

Ch. 652- COM. WITH EARTH 2 AHHHH—

Ch. 655- Cale is healing❤️ OG Cale!KRS

Ch. 656- SOO much info from OG Cale!!

Ch. 658- CALE IS AWAKEEE YAYA

Ch. 662- OMG Cale’s BioMom was cooking

Ch. 663- WE KNOW HOW TO KILL HIM HA

Ch. 670- World Tree-nim

Ch. 677- Explaining ALOT lore dump!!

CB. 681- WOW the end of that chap tho

Ch. 682- I stan Cale’s hatred for the White Star. We love the PJs! Alberu is moon that’s so *legs in air kicking*

Ch. 683- So are we gonna kill WS or whatt?

Ch. 684- HAHAH OMG CALE’S BDR POWER IS SO SCARY EVERYONE THINKS ITS THE WS!! HAHAH ITS CALE’S THOOO

Ch. 685- omg.. DANGGG!! Our Cale is truly terrifying! New Pokémon acquired! White star!! 😏 wait we have a tiny WS in our pocket how cute! 🥰

Ch. 686- HAHA BOOM BOOM 💥

Ch. 688- Rashell says he wouldn’t be able to sleep if many humans died 🥰

Ch. 689- ROCK SHEILD LETSGOOO

Ch. 694- DEAFEATED! Alberu faints and thinks he’s like Cale now 😭

Ch. 695- NAHH WE LOVEEE

Ch. 699- ENTERED THE TEMPLE! We can’t leave…? CALE IS GHOST AND WATCHING OTHERS TESTS HUHHH?!! (DespairTest2)

Ch. 700- This chapter is just amazing, these people are so smart ughhh I’m screaming! In a happy way tho

Ch. 701- OK we have Choi Han, Clopeh, Rosalyn and Cale so far.. MARYYY

Ch. 702- +1(Roan) Cale can use the cintamani to contact other world. PEOPLE CAN SEE HIM YAY!

Ch. 705- Talking with Cale & others through the Cintamani :>

Ch. 706- Tonka! And Dark elf Tasha&Alberu

Ch. 707- My heart, Alberu was so sad and lonely back then…

Ch. 709- Eruhaben! WS is badddd

Ch. 710- Whyyyy I’m actually feeling despair it’s so complicated ugh and no ones receiving correct info ughhhhh

Ch. 713- Mary is #GIRLBOSS for not being tricked! ❤️❤️

Ch. 717- So glad that was settled 😮‍💨

Ch. 718- So the test Cale was in wasn’t the original one so now we are doing the actual sadness test ok 👍

Ch. 719- WOW NOT CALE ALREADY FINISHING BLUE TEST.. also someone else?

Ch. 721- Toonka left the test, Cale met Choi Jung Gun, I’m I’m scared 😶

Ch. 722- Rosalyn finally put the tests goals into words! She’s so smart. I love herrr

Ch. 726- Cale confronts CJG and he’s being used as bait bc a hunter is here oh no. Cale is going to cause chaos ialrk

Ch. 727- WOWW Cale was about to be isekaied lol. Good thing we have ancient powers! 2 Hunters?! 🫣

Ch. 730- Cale actually skipped a level bfr

Ch. 731- Cale has to observe past Roan (during the night) and Alberu (during the day)

Ch. 732- FLIPPING OVER THE FIRST PRINCES PALACE HAHAHAHAGA

Ch. 735- Freeing Roan! Again Again?

Ch. 739- Still loving how Choi’s test is taking care of tiny KRS. Alberu test completed!!

Ch. 740- I’m loving Clopeh during this test so far. He knows his goals and he sticks to them. He’s crazy!

Ch. 744- Damn Dodam Miru. I think DM’s world is not an illusion. Cale “tricking” the Wrath test is crazy I love that sly bastard!

Ch. 745- Cale hates when the children hate their side dishes ahah! The Wrath test is actually really difficult it surprised me frfr! Clopeh & Cale are angy

Ch. 749- How dare this low-life Dorph ever consider sacrificing the great and mighty Roan Miru. I pour all of my hatred and anger toward him. He needs to die. 😡

Ch. 750- Finally! Flipping every over heh!

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rowanwhitethornisbae · 3 years

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Here to Stay

Holiday One Shots (Day 2): Elriel Christmas Party Fluff

A/N: This is kinda short but I just wanted to get something out today!! Hope you enjoy

Azriel didn't quite know how he’d ended up here, at an office holiday party for a firm he didn't even work at, on Christmas Eve. Yet here he was, sipping leisurely from a tall glass of champagne as he scouted the room for any threats. By threats, he meant his already drunk best friend, Cassian. He had been dragged here against his own will, only convinced by the fact that Rhys and Feyre were here too and he definitely didn't want to spend Christmas Eve alone.

Although, as he stood in the far corner of the massive office lobby watching Cassian sway drunkenly on the dance floor, he wondered if that would've been the better option.

Sighing and internally promising to just stay home next year, Azriel made his way through the tightly packed 30th floor to the elevator on the other side. He grazed people left and right, even jostling a woman to the point where she nearly spilled her wine. None of them seemed to care and barely even glanced at him for an apology. By the time he reached the elevators at last, he had stopped mumbling constant apologies under his breath.

He slipped into the elevator unnoticed and pressed the button for the roof. He’d been planning on going downstairs and hailing a cab when he realized Cassian had their apartment key. His new plan involved a rooftop, some fresh air, and hopefully peace and quiet.

The elevator chimed as it reached the top floor and he stepped off hesitantly. It seemed the universe was not in his favour tonight, as his so-called “plans” were already ruined by the figure on the balcony. Her back was to him, but he could make out a satin pale pink dress blowing in the frosty wind. She had a bottle of champagne in her left hand and was taking long swigs every few seconds. Her head was tilted up at the sky, but he couldn't see any stars.

Azriel debated turning around and going back downstairs. Maybe he could just wait out the party in the bathroom. Just as he moved to leave, she spoke. “Are you just going to stand there?” He voice was soft, but travelled to him in the wind. She still wasn't facing him and Azriel found himself felling a little disappointed at his inability to see her lips form the words as she spoke to him.

As if reading his thoughts, she spun around. She was beautiful, in the way that simple perfection was. Her hair was down and curtain bangs hid the edges of her sparking eyes. The moonlight cast a glow on one side of her face, illuminating soft pale skin and high cheekbones.

He took a step towards her, and then another. Before he knew it, or even could comprehend what he was doing, Azriel was leaning against the bacon beside her.

He reached out a hand and she handed him the bottle of champagne. He took a long drink, turning to look out at the city below them. It was beautiful, with lights spanning miles and miles in all directions. A few streets down, Azriel could make out a huge Christmas tree, adorned with festive decorations and a large glowing star.

“I’m Elain.” She told him, taking back her bottle.

“Azriel.” He murmerred, turning to face her again.

“Azriel.” She echoed and he found himself revelling in the way his name sounded rolling off her full lips. “What brings you up here all alone?”

He nearly missed the question, too transfixed with the bob of her throat. “Generally just not a social person.” He replied. When she cocked her head to the left a little, he elaborated. “But my best friend is.”

“Ahhh.” They held eye contact for a moment too long and Azriel found himself embarrassed when she was the one to break it off.

“What about you?” He asked, his hands toying with his silver watch.

Elain smiled softly, but there was a hint of sadness in the expression she wore. “Would you believe me if I told you I wasn't social either?”

Before he could stop himself, he blurted. “No.”

She laughed, and the sound was by far the most pure thing he’d heard in a very long time. His heart fluttered in his chest and his cheeks went red. Azriel silently thanked the maintenance for the lack of lighting on this rooftop.

She sighed dramatically. “Broke up with my boyfriend.”

Azriel chewed on his lower lip. “On Christmas Eve, dick move.”

She grinned wickedly, making eye contact with him once again. “I actually dumped him.”

Azriel internally cursed himself for his stupidity. “Oh uh...” He trailed off, very unsure of what to say.

Elain brushed off his awkwardness with a wave of her hand. “Don't worry about it. It was sorta a dick move, but I couldn't handle his bullshit anymore.”

She didn't elaborate, and Azriel didn't press it. She shivered and downed the last of the champagne, probably hoping it would warm her up. It didn't, and she hugged herself closer.

Without thinking, Azriel shrugged off his tux jacket and handed it to her, his expression leaving no room for protest.

Elain smiled thankfully at him and accepted the coat graciously. With nothing but a thin dress shirt to protect him from the December cold, a chill ran down Azriel’s spine.

“I owe you.” She smiled up at him.

Azriel wasn't sure if it was the cold getting to his brain or just the way her cheeks flushed red under his heated gaze but he found himself saying, “Let me take you out and we’ll call it even?”

She flushed even redder, her lips parting in surprise. “I guess it's only fair.”

Azriel had never been this bold or spontaneous in his entire life. Yet with this beautiful woman standing before him wrapped up in his jacket, he promised himself to do it more often.

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hikarinon · 4 years

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“I don’t think you understand how scared I am of losing you”

━━━━━━。

Haikyuu!! fanfiction // Bokuto Koutarou

summary: being unable to love yourself, the idea of being the villain in his story sounded so .... right .

But turns out your boyfriend knows his plot better than you do.

pairings: Bokuto Koutaro x reader

warnings: fluff, self-degradation, angst, swearing, slight nsfw

song: The Truth Untold - BTS

//Sometimes doing the right thing feels so wrong//

“You deserve someone better, Kou.” your mouth twitched into an eventual smile. A lump passing through your throat, seeking a way out through your eyes. His brows drew together “Huh? Baby I don’t get it, what are yo-” your lips tenderly press themself against his forehead. His face altered back into his usual happy go lucky expression.

His smile.

You didn’t want to leave without him wearing it.

You turned around, just to be halted by a familiar warm hand. “You’re not going to wait till I’m done practice?”. No Bokuto, I’m not you bit your lower lips, bruising them from the inside, yet not breaking the smile.

“Be happy, Kou” and with that, you left. Leaving an oblivious Bokuto on the steps of the gym, constantly being called back in by the coach.

Sometimes doing the right thing feels so wrong.

Bloomed in a garden of loneliness

A flower that resembles you

You took in a sharp breath as you closed the door behind you. You’re not worth it he was always there for you, never one text left on read, never one call being declined. You’ll never make him happy whereas you have never even given half of the love he gave you.

Why are you so dramatic. It’s just a break up. Wouldn’t it be rational for you to let go of someone who you know would never be happy with you, someone like you. Your eyes studied the photo placed on top of your desk.

‘How did I even make him smile that wide’

You’ll never love anyone if you stay like this

The same sentence kept repeating your mind ever since, ever since that day.

‘god, that’s his type?’

‘you’re not even that nice’

‘they are totally one sided, I can tell’

‘he’ll break up with you eventually’

Why do people find happiness in degrading others. And why is it so easy for you to believe in them. So easy that you ended up turning them into the truth. Atleast I’m honest, right?

*ringringring*

The picture of him blasting on your phone screen. The urge to press the green button and act like nothing happened sounded so sweet, so simple to do.

Cancelled

‘ 21 missed calls ’

I wanted to give it to you

After I take off this foolish mask

Tears welling up your eyes. It’s for the best, you thought. It doesn’t matter whether you cry or not. As long as he doesn’t.

Your heart clenched way too hard when you saw his text saying ‘baby? We should talk, yeah?’ ‘or if your tired we’ll talk later okay, goodnight babe~’

‘ I love you ’

Ahhh, so this is pain

The only thing you want right now is, no it’s not his cuddles, no not his kisses, no not him. All you want is for him to be happy. And from your own conviction, without you.

The heart does things for reasons that reason cannot understand.

But you had no idea how badly he wanted your name to light up on his phone screen that night.

Swollen eyes can easily be fixed with concealer, some powder, and a sweet smile. Prom night is just two days away. Better get your shit back together. Well it’s not like you’re gonna go with a date anyway, you scoffed

“Hey, tell us. Asap” one of your friends asked. Of course she could see through the make up. “You did it, huh?” the other one spoke up, “We’re not gonna judge you y/n, it’s your decision.” the memory of them telling you that it was a stupid idea passing back through your mind.haha

Then they wrapped their arms around yours, so it looks like you’re entangled together with you in the middle. “Just remember that we love you, okay bitch?”

You couldn’t help but smile delightedly, “Thankyou” you continued, “God I love you guys so much I might just ask yall to be my prom date” the one on the left chirped brightly “Don’t speak to soon love. Look” her head bobbed to the front.

And there it is, Bokuto Kotarou, circling around the school gate, bag held by his hair, just like usual.

“Y/n baby!” your friends parted to give you some privacy, pouring their hope upon you. You both, that is.

Your face crumbled as you saw them leaving you. What are you gonna say now? He pulled you by the wrist, gently. For a guy like him, this just goes to show how tender he treats you, like you’re the most the most precious thing that exists in his whole entire world.

“What were you saying yesterday babe?” his beamed smile, the smile that always makes your day, “HAHAHA it almost sounded like you were breaking up with me LMAOO-” and here you are, destroying it.

But I know

I can't do that forever

“Yeah, Bokuto, we should. Actually we already have.” It took a few seconds for him to process your sentence, then his mouth fell open. Yes, give him your ironical smile, make him hate you. “ I told you didn’t I? be happy.”

This is bad. You’re breathing too hard. He stared at you wide eyed, head shaking no no no. You cocked your head upwards to meet his face, expecting him to cry or whine like he always does.

But no, he was serious, seriously hurt. His brows furrowed together, mouth slightly gaping, his eyes were swirling with mixed up emotions and disbelief. Poor bokuto couldn’t decide whether he was sad, confused, mad, annoyed, or dejected. But one things for sure, he wasn’t happy.

“ I can’t do that without you, y/n.”

Don’t smile to me

Lie to me

For an airhead, he’s pretty good with words, you thought. Or maybe you’re just wrapped around his fingers that simple.

“I’m sorry, Bokuto.” was the only thing you said.

and again, you left him. No explanation, just a simple ‘ I’m sorry ’ to end the day

Schools done, proms tomorrow, you’re pathetic. You took another sip of your bobba tea. The cashier even asked where was your boyfriend. Yeah where is he, maybe he finally realized that you were right, that he’d be happier with someone else besides you. But god knows just how much you begged for him to magically appear in front of you, sitting on his usual chair, jubilantly sipping on his drink.

Your heart stopped when you saw a hand putting down a drink. Hope immediately lost when you saw that it was not his usual drink, it was someone else’s.

“Hey, Akaashi”

He didn’t reply fast, it took a few seconds of his judgemental stare down till he started “At first I thought you were too smart for him y/n. turns out you’re two peas in a pod.” his face was stern, but you could feel the genuine disappointment from the way he looked you in the eyes. He took a sip of his drink then continued with his speech, “Why would you do that, y/n?”

“That’s none of your business, I believe.”

“I believe it is y/n, you know tha-”

“FINE, he deserves better, that’s why.”

“Who gives a single fuck on who he deserves if the only one he wants is you.”

I have to hide

Because I'm a monster

You breath hitched. The urge to cry choking you again. You were speechless. Akaashi was tired. His best friend’s emotion infected him and there was no turning back. He stood up, grabbed his bag and placed one hand of sympathy on your left shoulder.

“This might make you feel worse but I don’t care, I want you to. He ugly cried the whole day in the infirmary, just. so. you. know.”

Finally, prom night came. It says 6:30 pm, you still had half an hour to get ready before Bokuto comes so better hurry uOh wait “hahahaha funny, brain.” you fixated yourself on the mirror. You were suppose to wear this with him tonight. No, it would just be a coincidence of two people wearing the same color. That doesn’t sound so bad.

And with that you took off. The fear of meeting him will always be there, but running away from prom won’t be too much of a fun decision would it? The moment you arrived, you found your way with your friends. They instantly shoved a drink into your hand with the most radiant of faces.

“CHEERS”

Where was Bokuto you asked? He, is sitting on the bench area surrounded by other popular folks. “Hey sweetie, let’s have some fu-” he shoved his untouched cup of punch in front of the girl “Here. Fun.”

he proceeded to focus on the entrance, waiting for you to arrive with the dress that matched with his tie. And yes, finally. There you are, drinking, cheering, you looked happy. ‘would’ve looked better if I was beside her though’ he thought. With his most confident face, he stood up, only to be held on the wrist by Akaashi,

“What do you think you’re doing.”

His eyes rolled up glancing at the ceiling, as if he was contemplating on a stupid mission. then with playful smile he looked back down at Akaashi

“I’m just gonna go there and tell her she’s beautiful, that’s all” He enlightened him with his signature smirk.

His best friend smiled with proud ‘I guess he’s not that dumb after all’ , “Good luck, Bokuto-san”

The walk towards you, a mere eight meter distance walk felt like eternity. But with his triumph face, he kept his sail high. Letting the winds of miss and hope push him further. He knew nothing of what’s needed to do. All he knows is that you’re beautiful, and he wasn’t going to let the night end without letting you know.

If I had the courage to stand before you

Would everything be different now

You, laughing, glanced at him from the corner of your eyes, and you smiled, forgetting that you were over. God, how he missed that smile. “hey KouEH I-I mean Bokuto…” your voice stammered as you finally remembered. He on the other hand didn’t even notice. His head was stuck between doing the former plan, or just forcibly shove his tongue right down your throat.

“what’s up, Bo-”

“I-I uhm…” he lost it. He lost his cool. One more slip and he’ll go emo mode.

“Oh sure I’ll dance with you!” you pulled him to dance floor. What am I doing you couldn’t look at him despite the way you’re foolishly smiling like an idiot. The moment you found yourself standing beneath the crowds, you pulled him into a dancing position, shyly, knowing your past remarks

“What were you going to say?”

“Why did you do that, y/n?” Him not calling you pet names still felt foreign

“I thought you wanted to say someth-”

“No, I meant why did you think I deserve someone else”

I'm crying

That’s disappeared

That’s fallen

No, Kou I don’t want you to cry his eyes were fighting back the tears. You could see the way he bit his lower lips as his brows shakily drew together. Your grip on his shoulder tightened. You never wanted this to happen. You did this to make him happy, not to make him…. broken like this.

“i- you should be happy, Kou. You won’t be with me.”

“I would. I am. I will. P-please I’ll do anything” he pleaded with everything he had, still struggling not to cause a commotion. He’s so perfect. But no, you’re not.

“I’m not worth the pain, Kou I-”

“THAT’S FOR ME TO DECIDE Y/N-” he brutally pulled you by the waist, smashing you onto his strong chest, face just seconds to meeting as his eyes burned into yours.

“-NOT YOU!”

He was mad.

His warm breath against your skin felt so right, making you unable to notice just how all eyes were stuck on both of you. Your eyes suddenly felt blurry.

Left alone in this sandcastle

Looking at this broken mask

The moment he saw tears falling down your cheeks, his whole expression dropped. You, still unsteady, still unable to realize how he was gently hugging you by the waist and bare shoulder, bringing you out of the gym. He immediately pulled you into an empty classroom, closing the door shut. His strong arms lifting you up to sit on top of a desk, so that he could even up your height with his, nose to nose

“Baby, baby, please stop crying. You know I’ll cry too if you do.” his sweet fingers, always so sweet just for you. Wiping out every tears that escaped your eyes. “I’m so sorry I yelled back there. Talk to me sweetheart, let’s work this out.”

You’re making things so hard for me, Kou

“I’m a pain in the ass, Kou that’s what I am. You’re… you’re just to good for me. I’m so scared of losing you, of you leaving me because of this, because I can’t fucking love my damn self.” you sniffled,

And I still want you

“T-That’s why I thought I should take up the part y’know? Be the villain in this story. Leave you in the hopes of you getting a better fairytale than I have to offer.”

“Baby, I don’t think you understand how scared I am of losing you.” he whispered against your forehead as he showered you with kisses all over you sad expression, hoping for it to disappear. “Sto-stop being like this, Kou.” more waves of tears just came barging through as you felt his wet lips finding themselves behind your ears whispering ‘I love you’ s over and over again. “I’m stupid, I’m dumb, I’m not worth it, I’m not worth the fight, I’m so annoying, I overreact to much.” your voice hiccuped between each sentence, practically wheezing for air, “B-but….”

“But?” Those eyes, those hopeful puppy eyes. Always showing up on the wrong, yet most perfect time. Unaware on how it shows just how he finally won you over. Again.

You smiled.

Ahhh I give up

“B-but I still want you”

It came out like a pleading whisper. Finally escaping from your heart. Warm his lips tenderly, lovingly pressing themselves on yours, ecstasy filling your stomach as his hands supported the back of your head the moment he went further inside of you.

It felt like a bomb. The explosion of everything you held in you, released as his tongue put dominance on yours. After a few minutes, he finally released.

He pecked your lips softly, then proceeded to press his forehead against yours, looking right into your glazing eyes, drowning them in his

“Then that’s all I needed to hear.”

And I still want you.

p.s you don’t need anyone, not even Bokuto, for you to know that you are worth it, you are amazing, and you are loved. -self love

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laurawritesandgames · 4 years

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For Beetlelands Week 2020

Title: Write Like the Wind

Fandom: Beetlejuice (Musical)

Rating: T

Ships: Beetlejuice/Adam/Barbara

Prompt: One Bed

Summary: Adam wants to do something for nerd-kind now that he has ghostly powers. Beetlejuice and Barbara help out. Spoilers for The Winds of Winter.

When Beetlejuice returned from the Netherworld, he came back powerful. Barbara wasn’t exactly sure how—the story changed with each telling.

But he returned with enough power to teleport her and Adam pretty much anywhere he could visualize. Thanks to Google Street View, he could visualize quite a few things.

Being able to teleport was very helpful when Adam had a specific request.

The ghosts and demon appeared inside a very fancy home, with sunlight streaming in the windows. Beetlejuice was hovering between Barbara and Adam, holding their hands. Barbara suspected this wasn’t strictly part of his teleportation ability, but it was a nice excuse to hold hands.

The demon shimmered in and out briefly, wincing.

“Everything okay?” Barbara asked.

“Teleporting all the way to New Mexico is a lot. We’re definitely gonna need to stop by a bolt-hole on the way back.” According to Beetlejuice, undead travellers could recharge in places with a lot of “death energy”—graveyards, usually, or famous battlefields.

The clicking of a keyboard drew the three of them to an office where a large, grey-haired man sat in front of his computer.

Adam sucked in a breath. “There he is,” he whispered.

Beetlejuice rolled his eyes. “Sexy, you’re dead. He can’t hear you.” Sure enough, the writer hadn’t turned around at the sound of Beetlejuice’s voice.

“Oh.” Adam looked a bit disappointed. “I guess I just assumed that he’d be attuned to the supernatural. He’s a master of the sci-fi/fantasy genre! Anyway, let’s go see what he’s working on.” He crossed his fingers as the three of them huddled around the author’s computer screen.

Barbara felt a bit awkward reading over someone’s shoulder, and looked politely aside. She’d never gotten into sci-fi and fantasy the way Adam had; he’d know better than she would what they were looking at.

Her husband’s face fell. “Wild Cards?!” he spluttered. “Wild freaking Cards! I know he only edits the anthologies, but they’re a distraction!” He ran his hands through his hair. “Just write the books, George!”

“I can take over his computer and threaten to start deleting files until the books are done!” Beetlejuice crowed. “Make it seem like he’s got a computer virus!”

Adam’s gaze flicked between Beetlejuice and the author’s computer a few times.

Barbara cleared her throat.

“No, of course not,” Adam said quickly. “Thanks for saving me from myself, sweetie.” He kissed her cheek. He focused on the author, holding out his hand. “Sorry about this.”

The author stopped what he was doing. He saved then exited out of the document. Adam searched through the computer files for a moment then made the author open up a document titled The Winds of Winter.

The document opened after a few moments. ‘Want to pick up where you left off?’ Word asked helpfully, and the author clicked on it. There were a bunch of unfamiliar words and names on the page that showed up.

No sense in me reading this. Barbara decided to look around a famous author’s office. She’d expected him to have a bunch of memorabilia from the TV show, but the furnishings were really quite ordinary. Unsurprisingly, there were a lot of bookshelves filled with books.

There was silence from the author, whose fingers were poised over the keyboard.

“C’mon, Sexy, get writing.” Beetlejuice hovered in mid-air, bobbing slightly. He was also eyeing the author’s office, but he was probably wondering where to put spiders.

“Er, there’s no way I can give him partial control, can I? I can’t write the next book!”

“Not how it works, newb.”

Adam sighed. “Okay. Um, my thoughts definitely won’t be his, but maybe I can make a start. Barbara, you took that course in creative writing in college, right? Do you have any tips?” Adam was an amazing man with many good qualities, but pure creativity wasn’t one of them.

“I can try, but I wasn’t writing award-winning fantasy novels back in college.” Barbara dredged up some memories of the TV show. “Maybe you should make the White Walkers show up! You know, inject some tension.”

“It’s an Arianne Martel chapter.”

Barbara had no idea what that meant. “Um…have a dragon show up?”

“I appreciate the thought, but Arianne is going to treat with Young Griff, and the entire point is that he’s a supposed Targaryen that doesn’t have dragons.”

Beetlejuice spoke up. “Have some brothers and sisters bone. Shove a little smut in there.”

“Not only does that not work in this chapter, I’m also not comfortable with that.”

“Or skip to a Dany chapter,” Barbara suggested. “I just want good things for her. How’s she doing, anyway?”

“Not well.” Adam made the author pull up a Dany chapter. He watched the blinking cursor for a few moments, frowning in thought.

Beetlejuice added, “You could write a bunch of dialogue in what’s basically a white room and see where it takes you. That’s an A-plus writing strategy, right there.”

Adam sighed, rubbing his forehead. After a few more moments of intense concentration, he looked away from the computer screen.

The author shook his head, blinking a few times.

“Maybe just having the document open will prompt him to write?” Adam asked hopefully.

The author closed out of The Winds of Winter and went back to a document called Wild Cards_edits.

Adam’s shoulders slumped.

Beetlejuice hovered closer. “Just casually mentioning that we can take out the phone, snap some pics of these new chapters, and threaten to leak them if he doesn’t write the books.”

“Photos of chapters over his shoulder?” Barbara said. “That’s pretty terrifying.”

The demon chuckled darkly.

“Ah. And that was exactly the point.” Beetlejuice might have changed a lot since his return from the Netherworld, but his love of fear and chaos that wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

“No, Beetlejuice,” Adam said. “It wouldn’t work anyway. What kind of writing would you get if someone was bullied into it?”

“Bleh, you’re no fun. Where to next, Sexy? That Rothfuss guy?”

“Let’s just go home.”

“Have to make a quick stop first, but okay.” Beetlejuice grabbed their hands and teleported them away.

They landed in someplace pitch black. Beetlejuice lit a match of neon green fire, revealing a small underground crypt barely large enough for the three of them. Every surface was draped with dust and cobwebs. A half-open coffin showed patchy, stained velvet. If there was a door to this crypt, the match didn’t reveal it.

Beetlejuice tilted his head. “Ahhh, that’s better.” He frowned slightly, as if listening to something. Barbara couldn’t hear anything. “Yep, think it’s still sandworm free! Lemme just recharge for a while.”

“You’ve been here before?” she asked.

“Nah, but I saw drawings from some ghost hunters back in the Netherworld. Ghost hunters can go topside to bring ghosts back, and they need places to rest, too.”

“So, ghost hunters are ghosts who hunt other ghosts?”

“Yeah, and they’re the worst. The Bureau of the Dead won’t let anyone go topside unless they’re a boot-licker. But it was good to know a few of their tricks when I got banished up here.”

Barbara glanced at Adam, who normally would’ve loved Netherworld lore. It wasn’t every day that Beetlejuice opened up about a place that was, in his words, “total Meh-ville.” But Adam wasn’t even listening. The gloomy atmosphere of the crypt fit his gloomy expression perfectly.

“Hey,” Barbara said softly. When Adam turned her way, she squeezed his hand. “I’m sorry it didn’t work out the way you wanted it to.”

“I guess art just has to happen at its own pace. You can’t force it. I just feel bad for all the other dead readers who’ll never get to read the end of the series. All they’ll have is the TV show’s ending.” He snorted in disgust.

“Maybe you planted a seed. Who knows? Inspiration is a funny thing.”

“And there’s always fanfic,” Beetlejuice added.

“It’s not the same,” Adam said with a sigh.

“Heh, speaking of fanfic….” Beetlejuice hopped into the coffin. “Oh noooo. There’s only one bed!”

Barbara and Adam stared at him. She had no idea what he was talking about.

Beetlejuice huffed. “Oh, come on. None of you ever read a romance fic? Hell, a romance novel?”

“No,” Adam said.

“Not really my thing,” Barbara added. She was a fan of biographies and autobiographies of famous people, personally. “And, also? Not a bed. It’s a coffin. And sleeping in a coffin is also not my thing.”

“Jesus, so picky.” Beetlejuice snapped his fingers, and the coffin became their bed at home. “Get over here.” He hesitated then said, “Please.” Barbara and Adam had had conversations with him about asking instead of demanding; happily, it looked like those conversations were sticking.

Beetlejuice had just done them a huge favour, and a little cuddling might cheer Adam up. Barbara went to join Beetlejuice, shooting a questioning glance at Adam. He followed them, though he was still brooding.

She and Beetlejuice let Adam slide between them as the three sorted themselves out. (Sometimes, Beetlejuice would throw in extra limbs or a few clones just for the added challenge.) After some scooching and wriggling, Barbara’s cheek rested on Adam’s shoulder as she stroked his chest gently and held his left hand. Beetlejuice had one arm over the two of them and was, for some reason, nibbling on Adam’s hair, which sometimes became kissing the top of his head. After a while, you got used to a certain amount of weirdness.

Gradually, Adam began to relax. First, the tension left his shoulders. Then, he cracked his neck and his jaw untightened. (He’d needed to wear a mouthguard when he slept when he was alive. He was always grinding his teeth.)

“Maybe…” he murmured. “Maybe I could write the ending to the books. It’ll be fanfic, but it’ll be something, at least. I can work on that project while the Deetzes are asleep. I’ve never written fic before, but I could try. It’s not like I need to eat or sleep. And I’ve been looking for a new project ever since I finished the model.” His model of the town had a place of pride in the attic, which the Maitlands had cleaned out and repurposed into an arts and crafts room. They still kept up with their hobbies, but they had fewer now that they were busy rehabilitating Beetlejuice and parenting Lydia.

“I’m sure it’ll be great, hon.” Barbara kissed his cheek. “I’ll help however I can.”

“And I can tell you all about what fic tropes you can put in!” Beetlejuice said. “Or what fic tropes we can do ourselves.” He must’ve been thinking about some sexual ones, for he chortled and squeezed Adam’s butt. “Gotta keep the rating PG-13 for Beetlelands Week, but…you know which ones.” He winked at no one in particular, it seemed. Sometimes, he pretended he had an audience; Barbara and Adam just ignored it.

Beetlejuice moved to nuzzling Adam’s throat. After a few moments, he began patting Barbara’s hair.

Barbara giggled. “Aren’t you supposed to be recharging?”

“It’s called multitasking, baby.” Idly, he commented, “Shit, fluff is hard to end. How do you even end something that by its nature has low stakes and minimal conflict?”

What was he talking about? Barbara shrugged.

Adam thoughtfully said, “Maybe with a kiss?”

“Hah!” Barbara couldn’t help but grin when Beetlejuice laughed like that. This wasn’t an evil cackle or a dark chuckle, but an open, cheerful sound that she’d been hearing more and more since they’d started dating. “Perfect! You’re so ready to be a fic writer, Sexy!”

Beetlejuice kissed Adam on the lips, and the cuddling in a false bed in an underground crypt continued.

Not for the first time, Barbara reflected, My afterlife is so weird.

But it did have its perks.

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deanmarvolowinchester · 3 years

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Coming out.

(Dean decides to come out to Sam about his secret relationship with Cas.)

Dean sat shaking on the full size bed in the shabby motel that he and Sam had been staying at for the last three nights. Dean bobbed one of his bow-legs up and down out of nerves. He had already meticulously cleaned himself, scrubbing every inch and even scraping the dirt from under his fingernails that he can never manage to keep clean given the many graves he has to dig on a monthly basis. He had already tidied the cluttered room and paced so much he thought surely he’d ware through the old shag carpet. These were all things Dean would do when he felt anxious and out of control. Dean very much enjoyed the feeling of being in control. He liked the reliability and stability he was able to wield when being in control of a situation, or the very least in control of his emotions. It is not as if he hadn’t felt out control and anxious before, he was a hunter after all. It is not as if he had never run in to sticky situations on a hunt, and there was certainly no controlling Sam when he set his mind on something. Still, this anxiety was different. Dean took a deep breath as he mulled over in his head what he had been planning for weeks. Cas had begged to be there at his side when he finally told Sam, but Dean would have none of it. He wished for this moment of complete vulnerability to be shared only between him and Sam. “Sam...” Dean thought and began to absently chew on his already too short fingernails. “What the hell is Sam gonna say? Is he gonna be shocked? Angry? Or worse... disappointed?” The thought was too much for him. Dean arose and walked over to the mini bar. He opened the fridge and cracked open a small bottle of whiskey, pouring the contents into a flimsy plastic cup. He sipped on it and tried to focus on the burn in his throat as it creeped lower into his gut. Moments later the alcohol began to take effect and his muscle, which had been extremely tense up until that point began to relax. He took another deep breath. “But on the other hand... what if Sam’s okay with it? What if he’s... happy? Maybe even proud?” A small smile spread across Dean’s face. He pictured what his life would be like if the brother whom he has devoted so much of his life to love and protect could truly love him back when he reveals to him his true authentic self. He pictured late nights out at bars, Sam and Cas laughing together at a joke he just made. He pictured road trips in the Impala and hunts; holidays and birthdays and movies late at night. He, sitting on the couch which Cas leaning against his chest. Arms and legs intertwined in a lose but affectionate embrace. He imagined kissing the top of Cas’s head, and Cas looking up to return the gesture with a light brush of his lips against Dean’s. All while Sam seeing but not reacting, as if it’s the most normal thing in the world. And of course it was normal. Dean loved Cas and had for years. They had stolen kisses and nights together every so often, but they had never been able to be together in public. Dean wasn’t ready to come out to Sam, and Cas being ever patient had graciously waited. It wasn’t that Dean was ashamed or embarrassed; he knew lots of people in the lgbtq community and loved every one of them. It was that he was scared. Fear that had yet to be resolved since the death of his father. He knew deep down that John would never approve of his bisexuality, and although Sam was different, Dean couldn’t help but see hints of his father’s face in Sam’s when he was displeased. Even though Sam was nothing like their old man, Dean couldn’t bear to see John’s eyes in Sam’s if Sam took the news poorly.

It was then that the handle of the door began to jiggle, jolting Dean out of his thoughts. Sam was back and unlocking the door. The door swung open and Sam carried in what appeared to be bags from the fast food joint down the road. Sam kicked the door shut and threw the keys to Dean’s baby on the table. “I got us something to eat.” Sam said. “Oh... ahh awesome.” Dean responded, trying to shake off the nerves and look as normal as possible. Sam set down the food, pushed back the hair that had fallen into his face, and looked at Dean. “You okay?” Sam asked with confusion and a note of concern in his voice. “Who me? Yeah! Corse! Why?” Dean hastily replied. “I don’t know... you looked worried I guess.” “Oh well we’re hunters Sam... when are we ever not worried?” Sam shrugged and turned to collect his food from the bag. While he fiddled with his wrapper he suggested to Dean that they watch The Loan Ranger. He had seen in a t.v. guide that it was going to be on that night, and was excited to tell Dean given that Dean had a deep appreciation for westerns.

The brothers watched in silence as they ate their dinners. Sam was seemingly as engaged in the story as ever, meanwhile Dean was a wreck. He tried to slow his heart rate with calming breaths and another bottle from the mini bar, but his stomach was still in knots. The movie ended and as the credits rolled, Sam shut off the television and spun to meet Dean’s nervous gaze. “Alright. Spill.” “What?” Dean asked. “C’mon man. You’ve had two drinks and you’re still jittery. What’s up?” “Sam I... I don’t...” Dean trailed off. “Dean, you can tell me anything. I’ve seen it all.” “Well, Sammy, this is different...” “Different than Lucifer and hell?” “Well, yeah.” Sam took an exasperated breath. “Dean...” Sam looked at his brother. Typically Dean’s expression was stern, solid as a rock. Dean was always the brave one, always the confident one. That’s what made him Sam’s hero, but now all he saw in his brother was childlike fear. Sam softened. It was clear that whatever Dean had to say didn’t have anything to do with demons or monsters, it had to do with something Dean found far more terrifying... feelings. “Dean...” Sam said again, but this time softly. He met Dean’s eyes and gave him the same reassuring look that he usually reserves for the grieving family members of the victims who’s murders he’s so skilled at solving. There was a long pause as Dean gathered his thoughts. “Sammy... I... I don’t know where to begin. I... ummm... Ya see... I’m sort of in love...” another long pause. Sam stayed quiet giving Dean the space to speak his truth. “I... ummm... well for a long time now I’ve known, but never told anyone.” Dean pauses again. “I was so afraid of Dad. He had such strong opinions about what a man should be like and... and I never thought that I could express, or that I could even have... Sam... I’m... I’m bisexual.” The last word hung in the air. You could have heard a pin drop. Dean couldn’t breath. Terror spread across his body. He was out; his secret a secret no longer. He analyzed Sam’s face, searching for clues as to what he might be thinking. The worst possible thoughts swirling in his head. But instead of being met with judgement and rigidity, a warm and inviting smile spread across Sam’s face. “Dean...” Sam said with audible happiness in his voice “I’m so glad you told me. I’ve had my suspicions for some time. Dean, I’m so proud of you, and I know you’re not into the touchy feely crap, but you’re always gonna be my brother, and I’m always gonna love ya.” Sam chuckled “Who’s the lucky guy?” Dean blinked. He was preparing for the worst and was shocked to see that it was the best. “You mean it? You’re still okay with me?” Sam scoffed “Of corse! What? We’re you expecting me to get mad and throw something at you? Ya know just ‘cause I look a little like dad doesn’t mean I’m him, man. No. I think it’s great. Now I don’t have to see you strike out with every hot waitress we come across.” “Hey I pick up more girls than you, and I said I’m bi! Dude, I still like chicks, I just also like dicks. Like Freddie Mercury, Man, I swing both ways, which means there’s twice as much ass I can get, while you’re options are limited.” “Whatever. Just tell me who your boyfriend is. I think I should meet this man who’s got my brother all twitterpated.” Sam mocked. “Well... ahhh... you already know him actually. It’s Cas.” “Cas?” “Yeah. Why?” Dean said defensively. “Nothing. I just thought Cas would have better taste.” “Oh ha ha. You’re one to talk. You literally fucked a demon.” “And evidently you’re fucking an angel. Now one of us needs to bang a Leviathan and we’d have a biblical bingo.”

At that moment Cas appeared. “Dean?” Cas asked. It was obvious that Cas was asking if Dean had informed Sam of their relationship. “Yes. It went better than I could have imagined.” Cas beamed and strode across the room to embrace Dean. His hand slipped down Dean’s arm and his hand landed in the warm grasp of Dean’s. “Now Cas...” Sam said in a overly dramatic serious voice. “... if you break my brother’s heart, I’m gonna have to break your face.” Cas sighed as he traced the faint scar on Dean’s collarbone. “I don’t intend on breaking anything of Dean’s.” Dean blushed scarlet at that comment. Cas moved his fingers to Dean’s cheeks which were hot with blood flow. “Did I embarrass you?” Cas said in an apologetic voice. Dean looked down in shame. He wasn’t meaning to upset Cas. “No no!” Dean said quickly. “I’m just not used to... ummm being affectionate with anyone in front of Sam.” “Oh.” Cas replied. “Well don’t stop being blissfully happy on my account. Lord knows Dean’s happiness is always pretty fleeting.” Sam said with enthusiasm. “Yes. Well I’ll see to extending those periods of happiness as best I can.” Cas replied to Sam. And at that, Cas grabbed Dean’s chin and pushed it close to his. He leaned in, and slowly planted an affectionate but appropriate kiss on Dean’s soft lips. There will be more opportunities for inappropriate kisses later, but for now, Sam was watching and Cas didn’t want to make either of his favorite humans too uncomfortable. The two pulled apart, and by this time Sam was sitting at the table and flipping through t.v. channels trying to give them some space. “Thank you for being patient with me.” Dean breathed. “Dean, I waited to meet you for six billion years. I would have waited twice as long if it meant you’d be ready and that Sam would be on board.” Cas glanced over to Sam and smiled. “I’ve grown quite fond of our little family.” He looked back at Dean with a gleam in his eye. “Team free will, and here we are, finally free.” A huge grin stretched across Dean’s face. “I love you.” Dean said. “I know.” Cas replied, quoting his favorite character from the Star Wars movie Dean made him watch on their last date, and this time it was Dean who pulled Cas in for a kiss.

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jaehyunspeachparty · 4 years

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The tour - [part 3]

You knock excitedly on Jaehyun's hotel door. It didn't take long for someone to open it, but it wasn't the person you expected. "Jaehyun this is for you." Taeil stood in front of you and grinned broadly. In the background, you can see Jaehyun coming over and suddenly grinning too. "Fine, I'm going to go to Haechan." Taeil sighed and took his things. You didn't want him to go because of you, but he was already out of the room. "Why do I have the honor that you are visiting me and why are you so happy?" Jaehyun closed the door and leaned against it. With your eyes wide open, you take the paper bag, which you were holding the whole time and put it in front of his eyes. "Good coffee is the reason." You left the bag in his hands and took off your shoes so that you could sit on his bed. "You really hate the coffee here." He followed you and looked into the bag. You shrug your shoulders and wait for him to open the things. Jaehyun pulled out a French press and a pack of ground coffee. "I'm more of the type for the Bialetti espresso maker, but here in the hotel, we can't have a stove. That's why a French press is needed." You get up excitedly and point to the coffee pack. "I bought it all because I have coffee from France here. My life is saved." You hug Jaehyun with joy and he started laughing. "I always thought Johnny was obsessed with coffee, but you're a whole new level." He opened the French Press and shook his head. "Do you still have time? Are we going to have a coffee?" Like a small child, you hang on his sleeve and bounce up and down. "Yes, I have enough time." He couldn't stop smiling. "Very good, because I've never used a French press before." You take the instructions out of the packaging and try to study them. But Jaehyun took it from your hand and put it back. "Don't worry I know how to do it. I'll show you." He smiled and removed a spoon and the kettle from the cupboard. In the meantime, you open the coffee and inhale the chocolate scent. The scent reminded you of your father and you get sentimental about the thought when you spent the last summer with him in France. He had sent you the coffee pack when you complained about the terrible coffee for almost 20 minutes during the last phone call. "You are a junkie." Jaehyun rolled his eyes when he saw that your nose was deep in the coffee pack. "Leave me. Everyone has their problems." You wink and put the coffee pack aside again. Jaehyun stood close behind you and started to explain everything to you.

"Okay, so you take about three tablespoons of the coffee and put them in the French press." His voice suddenly became very calm, deep and he was so close to you that you could feel his breath on your neck. Your body tensed and you notice that your pulse rose. "Okay and now fill it up with the hot water." You take the kettle and start filling the French press with it. But Jaehyun suddenly took your hand and pour the water in with you in a circle. "It's better that way. Don't ask me why, but Johnny said that's important." He didn't let go of your hand and when the French press was full, he put the kettle beside you. When his hand released from yours, you can still feel the warmth of his skin. You were still completely electrified by his touch and your mind was starting to go crazy. "And now we wait for a little." He whispered and you feel his body even closer to yours. You suddenly felt so hot and you didn't know why you suddenly became so nervous. But somehow you enjoyed his presence. "Okay, then we have to stir the coffee now so that the flavors spread better." You follow his instructions and take the spoon to stir. It was so quiet between you during this time, you can still feel his breath and you didn't know how to react to the tension. "Okay and now the lid." His voice was so gentle, so calm, it was like a melody to you. "We'll let it stay for 5 minutes now." Now he turned away to set a timer on his iPhone. Somehow you were relieved that he was keeping a little distance from you. The tension had already become too much for you. Meanwhile, Jaehyun sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at you. "Today is our last concert in America. Are you going to watch it?" You had to admit that most of the time you had so much to do that you never actually got to see their concert. "I'm still in Europe with you guys. I'll take a look at it then." You lean against the edge of the table and look at him. "But the concert is bigger here. Come watch it." He bobbed his foot up and down impatiently and you realize that it seemed important to him. "Okay okay. I'll take my time." You smile and Jaehyun jumped up to you immediately. "Very good. You won't regret it." And at that moment he was suddenly so close to you that you could not breathe. You didn't know how to react and his eyes were so deep in your eyes that you could only hear your own pulse. What was this tension? What was that between you? Why do you enjoy his attention so much? Why did you get nervous about his touch? But your thoughts got interrupted by the timer rang and his body was again away from you. "Perfect. You have to push it down slowly now." Jaehyun was standing next to you and you followed his instruction while brewing two cups. Somehow you had the feeling that he was staring at you, but you didn't want to look at him since your mind was already crazy anyway. When you were finished, you poured the ready coffee and smiled proudly. "Ahhh it smells so good." Jaehyun grinned and took the cup. He sniffed it again and when you took the cup, he makes the first sip. It didn't take a second and his eyes widened. "And?" You were really excited and you were excited to see how he would react. "Wow, that is incredible. If we are in France, I have to get one like that." He took another sip and you are so happy that he liked it. He keeps drinking and you watch him. It was fascinating. His style, his looks, his skin, his laugh. Everything was special about him and at that moment you weren't sure if you might have a little crush on him. But you had to drop the thought immediately because he had a girlfriend after all. "What?" He put down his cup and laughed. You look at him questioningly. "You stare at me. Do I have something on my face?" He touched his chin and checked your reaction. You freeze at that moment and you didn't know what to say. Maybe I have a crush on you but you have a girlfriend? That would be ridiculous. "I bet you were once a really cute kid." You sit on the bed and grin at him. "How do you come up with that?" He sat down next to you and looked irritated at you. "I don't know. You with your dimples." You poke his cheek and giggle like a pubescent girl. Why it was so difficult for you to behave normally with him? "You are really obsessed with my dimples." He laughed and leaned his shoulder against yours. "Well, you are my dimple boy." You turn your face to him and suddenly you were so close to him again. His deep brown eyes hit you right in the heart and you could feel your heart almost leaping out of your chest. What was wrong with you? It didn't just feel like a harmless crush anymore. You can feel his breath on your nose. You feel your shoulder on his. He was warm, he smelled so good and you feel so comfortable with him. Should you dare? Should you kiss him? You look up at him and when your faces were so close, someone knocked on the door. Jaehyun immediately moved away from you and looked at his iPhone. "Shit. This is my manager. It's so late." And from one moment to the next, that special moment was gone and it was as before. Jaehyun was gone and you had to work. But this time you had to watch the concert.

That evening you took the time to see the whole concert. You were thrilled because you could see how professional the boys were. Everyone was amazing and you were amazed at how great Jaehyun's voice was live. He might have sung short verses in front of you, but at the concert, you could see his variety of voices. The concert was an experience. You have never seen anything in your life like this before and you understand the hype more and more. But in the end, you were needed and you had to go backstage again to continue your work. You went into one of the dressing rooms where two of the makeup artists were sitting and you sat down on a table to quickly work through everything because you couldn't wait to go to Jaehyun to tell him how great you found the concert. Somehow you were really excited to see him. So you continue your work and you hear that the two women started chatting. Ever since your boss was so keen on K-pop, each of the event managers had Korean lessons. Your boss really invested a lot of money in there. So far, you couldn’t use it and it was just fine because most SM employees just talked about everything in front of you in English. Actually, you shouldn’t eavesdrop on other conversations, but you love tea and you could practice your Korean. It became interesting when two of the make-up artists talked about the boys. And – oh boy – there was a lot of tea. "Have you ever slept with one of the idols?" It seemed that one was still quite new in the crew. "Yes." The other said this as if it were self-evident. "Really? Who?" The other one became really curious and so did you. You had to be careful that it didn’t seem too obvious that you were listening to their conversation. "Lucas." The girls started to giggle. "And how was it?" "Hmmm ... not so exciting." Her enthusiasm was really limited. "Oh really?" The other one was almost disappointed, after all this excitement. "But there are a few hoes under NCT. Two should be really good in bed, so I've heard that, but they only sleep with idols." "Who is it?" You were glad that the other one asked because you wanted to hear it too. You became so curious that you can’t stand the tension. "One is Johnny." "Oh really? I thought he is more the boyfriend guy." That's what you thought too, but you've been wrong about those guys many times. "I think he is, but now he's living his idol life. Women are really attracted to his charisma. He's so exotic for them, but he's still Korean." You had to agree because Johnny was really personable. You could understand that women were subject to his charm and understandable that he was now living it. "Okay, and who is the second person?" You were also curious who it could be. You only knew the guys from NCT 127, but you could still imagine that it is perhaps Taeyong, maybe Mark, his insecurity could also be a good match for girls (especially young girls). "Jaehyun." When one of them announced it, you had to hold yourself back so that you don’t show any reaction. It surprised you because he didn’t give you this vibe. “What? Really? He has a girlfriend, right?" The colleague was just as shocked as you. But somehow you were also shocked and you realize that your heart stopped short. “Yes, he is together with his girlfriend for one year. But he's cheating on her constantly. He's very popular with the girls. Many idols want to meet him, but I saw it myself when he fucked with an idol from a very famous girl group in the wardrobes." You still couldn’t believe that was true. Somehow you were disappointed with him, though you really couldn’t have cared. But now you understand what Jaehyun meant at your first meeting under "mistakes". "Oh wow, but if you look so good and have a choice, then you can’t really be faithful."You couldn’t believe that you had just heard it all this way. You didn’t know how to face Jaehyun now. "I'm curious who is Jaehyun next “victim”. After all, his girlfriend is not here." The women began to giggle. "Well, I wouldn’t mind a one-night stand with Jaehyun." They started laughing again. But then the other one became serious. "Well, if it were that easy. The guy is high level, and he's just make out and fucking with the best and most beautiful people, just like other idols. We're just not relevant to such people." One sighed and you keep trying to keep your composure. "Should we get a coffee?" The other colleague suggested this and the two then went out of the room. But you couldn't concentrate anymore. You always had to think about what the women said. You didn't know what to feel, but it didn't feel good. Somehow you were disappointed. NO! Jealous. NO! Angry ... oh, you didn't know what to feel anyway. You fold down your laptop and let out a silent scream while laying your head on the laptop. Why is your heart racing so fast? Why do you feel it all? But then you try to get your composure again and try to forget it all. Why should you listen to rumors? You try to calm down a bit, but your concentration was gone anyway. You take your things and want to go, but then Jaehyun came towards you. He was wearing his cap backward, was sweaty, but still looked very good. "Hey, how did you like the show? You watched it, right?" He smiled excitedly and held your upper arm. It was almost like he knew you wanted to run away quickly. "Yes, I saw it." You stutter and look unsure at the ground. But before you could say anything more, a group of people and Johnny came to you two. "Jaehyun we still have to take a picture." His manager waved to him and everyone was preparing for the photo. Johnny was dressed like Jaehyun, just as sweaty and wear a cap like Jaehyun. You watch the two position themselves and pose for the photo. And somehow you realized it. You just couldn't see it the whole time. Here they were, two fuckboys. They looked so confident and almost a little conceited. You didn't want to do this to yourself anymore and just try to disappear as quickly as possible.

You do the rest of the work in your room, but you decided afterward to go to the bar, even though it was quite late. But you still couldn't turn off your thoughts. Sleeping wasn't an option anyway, and a little martini wouldn't kill you. The bar downstairs was relatively full for the time and almost everything was occupied. The whole staff from the concerts celebrated that the America tour was over. You sit down on a small table on a bench. It took ages for you to get the martini, but when you could take the first sip, your body relaxed. You sit back and watch the people. You have been with these people for so long and yet they were so strange to you. You argue and talk to them every day, but they weren't interested in friendship. It was okay, but sometimes boring. And suddenly a person came into the room and he clearly stand out from the mass. It was Doyoung. From time to time you talked for a bit, a little small talk, but that's about it. You watch him. He was tall and slim. He greeted a few people and tried to order a beer. And when he got it, he looked around and didn't know which group to go to. He looked like a little puppy and when his eyes brushed yours, you smiled. You notice that he hesitated for a moment, but then he came to you. "May I sit next to you?" He smiled and you nod. He slid onto the bench opposite and took a sip of your beer. "I watched your concert today." You put your glass down and use your toothpick where the olive was on to stir in your martini. "And did you like it?" His eyebrows went up and he smiled in surprise. "Yes." You had to admit it, it was really unique. "I've seen a few concerts because of my work, but this was a completely different class." You notice that Doyoung was flattered and he looked down at him a little ashamed. "Thank you. It was a lot of work." He took another sip of his beer, but this time it was much bigger. It was quiet between you twp and Doyoung didn't dare to look at you anymore. "You work very hard don't you?" Your voice was very tender, very gentle. Almost like a mother to her child. And somehow it worked on him and his face slowly got color and he looked up at you. "Yes. It's a tough job." There was so much seriousness in his voice that it almost frightened you. You didn't even know a bit how hard they worked, but you appreciate what you knew. "And is that what you want?" Of course it had to be. You couldn't imagine anything else. You had seen the past few days and weeks how the managers dealt with the idols. The tone of the employees was very different. Sometimes it frightened you. "Well, it somehow became my dream." He played thoughtfully with the glass rim and you could see him digressing with his thoughts. But after a few seconds, he came back to himself and tried to continue your conversation. "What is your dream? Would you like to run your own company?" He looked into the eyes and smiled very gently. "No, it's not that. I know that sounds cheesy, but my dream is to be a mother. It has always been within me and I always dream of a big family. I don't care what I work as long as I have my children in my house." In fact, you hardly tell anyone that this is your dream. Sometimes you have been convicted of wanting to become a mother. Some women looks down on you and look at you as if you were breaking the feminist code. You love your job, but there is always something in you that longs for children. You thought Harvey would be the man, but over time you realized that he wasn't suitable as a father. "It's not cheesy. It's a nice dream." Doyoung smiled and it seemed as if he could meet you honestly for the first time.

It was pleasant to have a conversation partner that evening that you could open up to. Doyoung was attentive, intelligent and showed a lot of empathy. And somehow you could talk to him about a lot of things. It was like talking to an old good friend who you hadn't seen in years. "There you are!" Suddenly a group of boys was at your table and spoke to Doyoung. It was Yuta, Johnny, Haechan, Taeil and ... Jaehyun. You don't dare to look at him, because how could you, after hearing all of this? "Come there is a bigger table free. Let's sit over." Taeil gestured to the next free table and Doyoung looked at you. Apparently he had also enjoyed the conversation and he looked a little disappointed, but you nod and sit down with the boys on the larger, round table next to you. Jaehyun was sitting right across from you and you can see him looking at you. And suddenly you were uncomfortable. You felt like the next victim for his prowl. You weren't such a girl that someone seduce for one night and then forget her. With every man you've slept with, you've loved. You surely won't let a "fuckboy" take that away from you. He just managed to get back into your thoughts. You couldn't follow the boys' conversations because you always had to think about what the girls said. "Y/N. What do you mean?" Haechan rip yourself out of your thoughts and you look around irritated. Apparently they had asked you something before, but you were so lost that you hadn't noticed. "Hmm?" You take a big sip with your eyes wide open and wait for them to repeat the question. "Which of us looks best? We need an opinion from someone outside." Haechan grinned cheekily and leaned back. You were a little surprised by this question because you didn't expect it. You look around in confusion and don't know what to say. Haechan stared at you all the time as if he knew something. Did Jaehyun tell him anything? "Just leave her. It doesn't always have to be about looks." Doyoung rolled his eyes and leaned back. "You only say it because you know you'll lose. Come on, don't be shy Y/N." Yuta grinned and leaned curiously over the table. "Guys, I don't think that's a good thing." You were already a little bit tipsy by now and the next sip of your martini didn't make it any better. "Come on, we don’t blame you." Johnny winked and looked at you curiously. "Just say it." Jaehyun leaned back and his dimples appeared. He seemed confident of victory, since you had hinted to him several times that you thought he was handsome. But you were mad at him. You were angry, jealous, sad. You didn't know why you were so offended. Maybe because you thought he was someone else. You didn't want to give him this satisfaction. You look at him and see how confident he was. He knew you would choose him and you no longer knew what to say and do. You take another sip of martini and decide to hurt Jaehyun. "Doyoung." When you have said the words, you keep staring at Jaehyun. The corners of his mouth went down and he also stared at you. You hear the other boys talk and were surprised about the result, but you couldn't hear anything of them. You were focused on Jaehyun and you couldn't let go of him in your thoughts. "Guys, I think I'm going to go to sleep. I'm pretty done from the concert." Jaehyun got up and pats Johnny’s shoulder before leaving. You are considering if you should run after him and talk to him. But you decide to stay seated. You kept drinking your martini and you were convinced that you had done the right thing. But fate sometimes predetermined other ways...

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greyaceupyoursleeve · 4 years

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Off Limits | Namjoon x reader one shot

“I was gone for what, 20 minutes?” “15.” “Okay, 15. He managed to cheer you up in 15 minutes?”

Fluff, humour, slice of life, comfort; 3k words

Summary: Namjoon goes to kiss reader (Yoongi’s cousin, off limits for him) - finds her upset - fluff - Yoongi finds out - awkward lunch follows.

The moment the main door bangs shut, Namjoon shoots up from his table to poke his head outside his dorm. All clear. He tip-toes across the hall and stands at the threshold of Yoongi’s room, peering inside. There’s pin-drop silence in the apartment as he’s trying to sneak up on you, to steal that kiss he would have had yesterday. The thing is, everyone knows that there’s a thing between you and Namjoon but since Yoongi declared you, his cousin, off-limits, you only exchange moony smiles, winks and flirt off-handedly on the rare occasions you meet.

Stealthily, Namjoon pushes the door ajar, and stands in the doorway with a big cute-ass smile on his face, expecting you to notice him. But you just lie in the middle of Yoongi’s bed, limp, facing the ceiling, disconnected from reality.

For the umpteenth time, your mom had called you up and given you flak for spending more time at the theatre than studying for that degree you hardly cared about. You had got into college only so your parents would quit bickering. The fact that you are an adult now with full control over your life did not stop them from saying discouraging things to you, every now and then; and no matter how strong you made yourself, they always made you cry angrily.

“Can you not see what is better for you? Not everybody gets as lucky as your cousin.”

“Ma… I don’t have the energy to do this again.”

“I wish you’d stop being selfish. We raised you up after all.”

“I’ll just go, ok? I can’t… keep… doing this. Bye.”

You tossed your phone on the far side of the bed and crumbled on it, and felt the hot tears coming out. This was why you were staying with Yoongi and not at home for your break. Today you were going to head out with Yoongi to get lunch, who had witnessed the whole call from the edge of the bed.

“Will you get take out, please? I’m sorry… just let me… cry for a bit.” you whined as your eyes clogged with angry tears and your chest became tight.

“It’s okay, (y/n).” He gave a reassuring smile and rubbed your knee. ”I’ll get ice-cream.”

Normally, he wouldn’t leave you all alone with Namjoon, not after seeing you two huddled together in the balcony at 1 am last night. But it was getting past lunch-time. He grabbed the keys and his wallet and walked out. “Be back before you know it.” Seeing Namjoon’s closed door, he thought, nothing will happen—she’s crying and I’ll be back quickly. He felt sadistic, but on his part, the boy didn’t think you and Namjoon would go anywhere; and he didn’t want both of you to deal with that kind of heartbreak.

You sigh with your eyes closed, and picture calming things—a calm beach, cherry blossoms, a hillside lodge, your childhood. Your personal reel gets cut off when you feel the weight on the bed shift and open your eyes to see the boy next door. “What’s up, babe?”

He’s crouching on all fours over you, face-to-face. You turn your face to your right, covering your face to wipe your eyes. The sly smile on his face becomes a frown when he notices the streaks of tears. He lowers himself on his elbows to brush aside some stray hair with one hand and wipe your cheek with the other. “What’s wrong?” he whispers, inches from your face. You shuffle, trying to catch your breath as he shushs you.

“Has Yoongi… ever, um… told you about stuff at home?... My home?”

“He said something about you fighting your own battles the last time you came. And asked me to, uh, stay away.”

You snort. He snorts. He presses his face against your neck and nuzzles you with his nose. “Mom called… disappointed… wants me to study and... all that jazz.” You force the words out through your clenched jaws. Namjoon’s appearance has washed away some of your tension already, and you feel your heart rate recede from thumping like mad. Wait, wasn’t it supposed to be the opposite when someone you like comes into the picture?

“(y/n)… you keep up the hustle.” He says, in his comforting, deep voice, looking straight in your eyes, “As that boy group had put so profoundly, “I know what I am, I know what I want,” he raps softly in your ear.

“Never gon’ change, never gon’ trade. Yeah.” You giggle and nod. He gets more comfortable on the bed by stretching out and straddling you, pulling your head into his chest as you both lay on your sides. His hands trace soothing circles on the back of your neck. You wrap your free arm around his waist and crane your head up to get a look at this soft boy. He leaves a peck on your forehead, and then slides down to your eye-level. “Stay strong, (y/n). You know how badly you want your dream job.” You break eye contact but he delicately makes you look back. “It’s okay; you’ll prove them wrong when you get through. I believe in you. Yoongi believes in you. Hell, we all do. You know that!”

“I will.” You nod with sincerity and snuggle into his warm chest again. “Thanks.” You lay entwined in silence as the clock sweeps three long albeit peaceful minutes.

“Hey, when will Yoongi return?” Namjoon asks. You sigh.

“I don’t know, a few more minutes?”

“That bastard.”

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This is unexpected. We have the entire apartment to ourselves and, in my head, I was going to rush to (y/n), pin her against the wall (gently) and redeem that kiss we missed last night, which I have been craving ever since I first saw her. But here we are, cuddled up. Over the last few minutes, her heart rate has come down radically, her shoulders have become less stiff, and she’s breathing easy. She’s not crying anymore either, and I think I am the reason. I grin. As much as I would like to make out with her right now, I don’t want to ruin this moment. She needs support; but who knows when I will be alone with her like this? I push that thought aside and focus on massaging on her shoulders. She seems to like it.

(y/n) raises herself on her elbows and faces me. “Remember, you were going to kiss me last night?” she tilts her head and asks coyly. The mischief in her eyes makes me forget how speech works.

“Please don’t say no, that would be awkward.” Her lower lip twitches as she says this and she bites it. I know that it’s natural but, fuck, it gets me going everytime. My throat goes “uhhhuhhh” and I nod my head like a puppy. Shall I say something or just kiss her?

Just then, she gets up and slides off the bed. I try to reach her arm but she’s too swift. Without looking back, she heads into the bathroom and locks it behind her. I sit up on Yoongi’s bed, dazed. Was I too slow?

The sound of water running in the sink replaces the silence. I get off the bed, and wait for her to come out. Shit, did I screw this up?

When she comes out after a minute that felt like eternity, her face looks fresher. “(y/n),” What am I planning to say? I follow her as she heads into the kitchen without looking at me again.

She downs a glass full of water, then another. I stand in the doorway; not going to let her go this time. She puts down the glass, walks to me with a shy smile and drags me out of the kitchen by my hand. I tug along like a balloon, feeling lighter than air. I wasn’t this nervous last night.

“I didn’t want to kiss you with tears on my face.”

My panic disappears.

I pull her face to meet my lips. Her eyes flutter shut, as do mine, reveling in the sensation as my heart picks up pace. She wrings my t-shirt collar, withdrawing to catch her breath and resting my forehead on hers. With fingers in each other’s hair, it feels electric to meet her eyes.

She parts her lips to kiss me again, a smile ghosting across her features when a key turns in the lock.

Dammit, Yoongi.

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He walks in with take-out boxes to find me on the couch in the hall. I take some boxes from him and smile. Can he smell Namjoon on me? I remember him smelling clean, nothing in particular. My whole face must look mushy right now, so I avoid looking directly at him and make conversation instead. To compensate for the raised pitch of my voice, I look for the ice-cream, sure that he got my favourite flavour. “Ahhh, black currant! Yoongi, I love you!” dragging the vowel sounds.

“Feeling much better, huh? Where’s,” he turns his head to Namjoon’s room, “Namjoon?”

“Yeah, I had a moment of *dramatic pause* epiphany. Joon’s in his room?” I reply, emphasising the rhyme. I just happen to say stuff like this.

Yoongi pokes his head into Namjoon’s room and announces, “Lunch’s here, Joon.”

“Coming.”

Yoongi goes to his own room, and returns with his jacket off.

Meanwhile, I get the cutlery from the kitchen (less plastic, folks) and take in the aroma of the food. This food would be a great cover because, boy, do I get high on good food. It was almost good enough to stop my thoughts from lingering on the kiss. Almost.

“Alright, what do we have?” Namjoon makes a big show of acting nonchalant, but the loudness in his voice says otherwise. Yoongi shoots him a look. Namjoon joins us on the floor, as we dig into our food on the table. Yoongi across from me, Namjoon on the side between Yoongi and I.

It’s awkward, alright? First, there’s Namjoon and I, pretending like we weren’t necking each other a few minutes ago. Then there’s Yoongi, whose gaze moves between me and Namjoon like he can sense something. He looks like a surveillance camera. It’s possible that he smells one of us on the other. I washed my hair today.

After the boxes are opened and just as I wish for this to just end, Yoongi breaks the silence. “Namjoon, what were you upto?”

“Uh, I was in the room. Reading.” His voice cracks.

“And your phone was there, too, right?”

“Yeah… of course.” Pretty boy’s voice cannot hide the nerves and his head bobs unsteadily.

“Yeah, noticed it on your table… I called you twice but you never picked up.” Yoongi continues. Is he taking a shot?

“Really?” Namjoon kind of chokes on the dumpling.

“Yeah. I wanted to ask what you wanted. Forgot before I left, you know. You didn’t see it?” Yoongi studies Namjoon. Yoongi looks like a cat sharpening its claws now. Namjoon bites his lip as his cheeks redden slightly. Boy, no, don’t do that.

“Wow, these dumplings are... something else! Thanks oppa. You’re the best oppa.” I blow a kiss at Yoongi. He eyes me with suspicion.

“You had an epiphany, right? What was it?” Okay, we’re getting straight to the point.

“It’s pretty mediocre…”

“Still wanna hear it.”

“Um… you’ve seen that cherry tree from the balcony, right?” I don’t know where I’m taking this.

“Yeah.” It’s like all my theatre experience was the build-up to this specific moment. Inspiration hits me.

“I was looking at it, when, I saw myself in that tree.” Namjoon and Yoongi both look at me funny.

“You what now?” Yoongi set his food down.

“I could relate to it.”

“Oh. Okay. Go on.” He picked up his box again.

“That cherry tree, naturally, grew from a sapling. It braved the sun, rain, storm and hail alike and grew up. It survived. And it blossomed into this amazing adult tree.” I pause to read the room. Namjoon is seriously nodding along to my words. Yoongi, on the other hand, looks unconvinced. He’s not buying it.

“You see, I’m the cherry tree. And right now, I’m small and vulnerable, like a sapling. I don’t know if I’ll bloom like those other trees. What if I get blown in the wind? Some nasty kid uproots me? What if my stem breaks before my cherries pop?”

Namjoon chokes on something again. Yoongi passes him some water and looks terribly unimpressed. He looks like the casting director at auditions now. I act as if I didn’t just say that last line and go on.

“But one day, I will go through it all and emerge like a beautiful cherry blossom tree,” I rack my brain for lines like a desperate auditioner, “that everyone will admire. Not for the looks, of course, but for my talent. I will grow resilient, no matter what-“

Yoongi flings his chopsticks in the air. “Oh, shut up (y/n). Enough.” He sounds unsure of his own tone but looks at me hard.

“Yoon-“ Namjoon tries to intervene and gets shushed by both Yoongi and I. Sorry, leader.

“You two were upto something, and I know it. Stop acting.”

I stare at Yoongi poker-faced and beat a tattoo on the table top with my nails. Namjoon swallows without eating anything. I cock my eyebrow at Yoongi. His expression softens.

“I know it. Let me guess, he walked in on you crying?”

“Maybe he did.” I say blankly.

Yoongi’s expression softens and there’s no iciness in his tone anymore. “I was gone for what, 20 minutes?”

“15.”

“Okay, 15. He managed to cheer you up in 15 minutes?”

Namjoon tries hard to not smile but the subtle pride on his face is evident. I’m still not sure where this is going but I nod stiffly.

“Wow. That’s an achievement, Joon. She looked like she got sucker punched when I left. It usually takes her a 5 hour nap or really good food to get back to normal.”

The corners of my mouth turn up slightly. Namjoon grins unabashedly. A silly grin flashes across my face too and Yoongi smiles with his eyes. “You make me sound like a grizzly bear.” I say.

“Point being, you should probably stick around with (y/n) if you make her so happy.” Yoongi bumps Namjoon’s arm.

“So cheesy.” I snigger and roll my eyes.

“Are you serious?” Namjoon asks and the boys look at each other.

“Yeah.”

“What, just like that?” I ask, still unsure.

“I thought you kids were just fooling around last night, but if it means more than that to you,” Yoongi’s pitch drops, “who am I to stop you?”

“It’s just that, you know,” he trails off and fiddles with his palms,” (y/n), you’ve got so much on your plate, and Bangtan never seems to stay in the same place for more than two days. Neither of you deserve to suffer with that.” There’s maturity and truth in his tone. The room falls silent again.

”Hey, it’s not like we’re getting married.” I reply, finding my voice “I mean, I just, really… like him, you know. I love being around him.” I bite my lip, unsure of what to say next. Namjoon looks at me and his gaze hovers over my lips momentarily before clearing his throat. “I really like you too. Really do.”

I knew that, obviously, but hearing it made me feel warm and fluffy. I gushed.

“And, Yoongi, if you get awkward about it, don’t worry. We won’t make it awkward. Promise.” Namjoon says sincerely.

“Yeah, we’ll see about that.” Yoongi smirks.

“Don’t be a jerk to her. I know you won’t but it’s kind of ceremonious for me to say it.”

“Hyung, if there’s a bully here, it’s your cousin. Please ask her to be nice to me.” Namjoon says cheekily and takes my hand.

“Oh, please” I glare at him with adoration.

“Yeah, kid, don’t hurt him. Unless you want a diss track.” Yoongi says. Namjoon cracks up leaning back.

“Hey, Joon, let go of her for now. She has half a bowl of noodles left.” Yoongi says. With a squeeze, Namjoon uncurls his fingers from mine and I focus on my bowl. He smiles at me flirtatiously through the rest of the meal, dimples out, as I bite my lip and try not to blush.

Yoongi finishes with his food and goes to his room with his cup of ice cream. The door closes behind him.

“Yah, Namjoon, I can smell you on my sheets!” he yells from inside.

“Don’t worry, you won’t have to anymore,” Namjoon yells back and winks at me.

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flowercoasts · 4 years

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since seventeen, the kids i’ll never be - a beau gen fic

The Mighty Nein pass through Kamordah and Beau wants to close old wounds.

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NOTES: implied/referenced child abuse, justice and catharsis for beau

words: 5634

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“We’ll pass through Kamordah then.”

Beau freezes, the ball bearing she was playing with instead of paying attention nearly slipping through her fingers as she tenses, her mind racing a mile a minute.

Jester, standing next to her, lays a hand on her arm. “Are you okay?”

Everyone turns to look at her. Why does everyone love being nosy? Beau wishes the ground would open up or a dragon would come flying by. She swallows. Her throat is much too dry. “Yeah.” That was raspy as fuck. Beau clears her throat, plasters on her usual half-smirk. “Yeah, just was surprised, is all. This fucker -“ Beau gestures to the ball bearing in her palm. “Nearly dislocated my… knuckle.” It’s a lie. A shitty lie at that. From the looks on everyone’s faces, no one believes her either.

“Will you be okay,” Fjord starts calmly, a look of concern painted into the downturn of his lips, “with us going into your hometown?”

Jester and Nott suck in a breath at the same time and let out little “Oh”s that make Beau feel like hitting something. Not them. Well, maybe Nott, but not Jester. She just really hates being fucking pitied and looked at the way they’re looking at her now, though.

She grits her teeth. “Look. It’s not a big fucking deal. I couldn’t give two shits.” Short and sharp. Caduceus frowns at her tone and Fjord holds his hands up placatingly. Beau sighs, runs a hand through her hair, trying her damndest to ignore Jester’s puppy eyes and Nott’s more-than-slightly disapproving glare. “... Sorry.”

Caleb approaches slowly and smiles at her with so much apprehension that just seeing his awkwardness hurts her. “Beauregard, we do not have to go.”

“There are many paths that lead to the same destination, Ms. Beau.” Cadences sips calmly from his tea, his voice a distant afterthought. “This one happens to be the fastest, but sometimes the fastest things are not the best.”

“Ye-ahhh… what Caduceus said,” Fjord mutters with a side-eye and a raised eyebrow.

Jester touches Beau’s elbow fleetingly, drawing her attention away from concerned gazes to wide purple eyes. “We won’t judge you. Not for anything. You know that - right, Beau?” Beau dryly swallows, her eyelids fluttering briefly at the memory of rougher grips on her arms, the disapproving frowns, the ugly sneers of a disappointed father.

She clears her throat. “Uh, yeah. Yeah.”

“Are your parents.. awful people?” Nott questions. Her ears are more alert than Beau’s seen in a while.

It’s slightly weird that it’s Nott who knows the most about Beau and not Caleb or Jester or Fjord, but Beau’s not one to knock another for being nosey and inquisitive. From being a nosey person herself, Beau thinks it’s respectable, if nothing else.

She bites her lip and thinks back to an unhappy childhood - remembering everything from the number of places she left her name etched into old wood to the unrelenting yells of her father. He was never happy with her, no matter how hard she tried. So she stopped trying. Their relationship got worse from there, while all Beau’s mother did was watch uncaringly. She was a bad child. Beau knew that. So yeah, she might’ve given them a hard time and yeah they might’ve caused her emotional trauma to last a lifetime but seriously, it could’ve been worse. Right?

“No,” Beau says finally. Her voice wavers. “I was just a… difficult child.”

Something lightens in Nott’s eyes, like a weight lifted off of her shoulders just by that one sentence. Beau doesn’t know whether to feel relieved or sick. There’s no clear reason to feel sick, though, and it seems stupid to feel that way, so Beau forces herself to feel relieved instead. God, it’s like she’s fucking five. Kamordah sucks. This whole mission sucks.

“Why do we have to go through Kamordah?” Beau finally saunters up to the table in the middle of the war room, finding herself a spot in between Fjord and Caleb while Caduceus pours more tea for everyone on a spot on the table not taken up by the map of the Empire. She glances to the weather-worn yellow paper and finds the image of Kamordah circled in a horribly bright pink ink. It makes her shiver in disgust.

Before she can comment her dislike of the implementation of pink ink on the map, Caleb answers her question. “Well, we need to find Lonardo. He lives just near Kamordah.” He guides her gaze to a point on the map with his finger. “Here. Brightburn Hollow.”

“Oh, Bright Slag? I know that place.”

“You do?” Fjord leans forward in interest.

“Oh yeah.” Beau grins cockily. “I had so many good times there. Used to be a frequent criminal hangout but after the city tightened its leash on patrols it was mostly used for secretive meetings and the occasional fight.”

“And I’m guessing you were a part of them?”

“Of fucking course.”

“Ye-up.”

“So, Beauregard, to answer your question,” Caleb cuts in as Beau’s smirk in Fjord’s direction turns a little too mischievous for his liking, “This Lonardo lives only a 30 minute walk from your former hometown. If it is alright with you, we will be making a short pit stop in Kamordah.”

Beau remembers clenched teeth and stinging slaps and thrown away art projects. She remembers the cutting of hair, the never quite fitting in, the darkness of her room. Beau remembers it all and feels a dull ache in the center of her stomach. By Ioun, she just wants to lay down.

“What the fuck are we waiting around here for then, let’s get a move on!”

~~~

“Ugh,” Beau groans, flipping over onto her stomach and for the fifth time in the past hour: “Are we there yet?”

“Asking every ten seconds doesn’t change my answer,” Fjord calls back from the front the same time that Caleb answers, “30 minutes.”

Beau lets out a long-suffering groan and bangs her head down extra hard on the bumpy wooden floor of their magic cart. Jester nudges the monk’s limp arm with the point of her tail.

“Ow,” Beau mumbles against the wood, not seriously.

Jester nudges her again, this time harder. “Beauuu,” She sing-songs. Beau groans. Another jab, this time at Beau’s side.

“Ugh. Yes, Jester?”

“Why don’t we do something to pass the time?”

“... I don’t trust that wiggle in your eyebrows.”

“Aw, come on! It’ll be suuuper fun!”

“The last time you said that, the guards almost sent us to jail.”

“But there aren’t any guard around right now! And besides, I don’t want to do anything illegal, just something like reading a book like Tusk Love… or something.” The last ‘or something’ comes rushing out of Jesters mouth at the look of disgust that passes Beau’s face.

“Fine.” Beau turns over so she’s laying on her side facing Jester. “What do you wanna do?”

“What about dodge-the-arrow?” Nott pipes up, holding her crossbow aimed at Beau and grinning a little too manically for her liking.

“Uh, pass.” The crossbow lowers, much to Beau’s relief.

Caduceus peers down at Beau from his somehow-still-steaming tea and smiles pleasantly. She tries to mimic it, but her face feels too tight to be correct, so she drops the smile altogether. “When I was younger, my siblings and I would play this game whenever we had time to spare.”

At that mention, Jester shifts closer to Caduceus. “Ooooh! What game? I bet it was something really fun.” Beau questions that assumption but doesn’t say anything about it.

“Well,” Cad starts, eyes alight with reminiscence, “We would count the trees.”

There’s a beat of silence, and Beau half expects Caduceus to keep on talking. He doesn’t. A confused and crestfallen look slowly takes over Jester’s features, but she plasters on a supportive toothy grin to cover up most of the confusion. “That sounds fun, but maybe we could play something else? Just for now?”

That sets Nott and Jester off on a tangent about the best travel games, which then evolves into a conversation about the best shanties and songs and after that Beau stops paying attention. Cad gets lost too, somewhere between the dick jokes and the 88th bottle on the wall.

Instead, Beau looks out at the scenery to pass the time. The trees seem familiar. They’re not quite green during this time of the year, but their bark is still the same. Purple-brown. If they went deeper into the wood, Beau could probably find the tree that she fell out of after carving her name in one of the larger branches.

“15 minutes now,” Fjord calls back.

15 minutes. Just a handful of minutes until Beau is back in the town she spent her whole life resenting - still resents. Maybe even ten minutes after that and they’ll see Beau’s parents. Well. They don’t have to right? They’re just going to the inn, buying rooms, stocking up, and then booking it to their target.

Beau sighs, runs a hand through her hair, and stares out even harder into the passing trees. The cart bobs up and down with the bumps in the road; Beau remembers one time that giants tried invading Kamordah and tore the road up in the process. It took the city years to rebuild, and it seems that they did a poor job at it. One particularly large bump nearly sends Beau up in the air if not for Jester’s tail winding itself around her arm like a safety rope.

“Thanks,” Beau blinks at Jester.

“No problem!” Jester sticks her tongue out at Beau.

She can do this. She has her friends with her.

Her parents can’t do anything against the might of The Mighty Nein.

~~~

Tall stone towers loom above their heads as they pass through the gates of Kamordah. Beau stares at the two lion statues hanging halfway up the towers, their soulless gaze sending chills up her spine.

The guards gaze at carefully Fjord’s arm around Caleb’s shoulders as Fjord and Caleb smoothly explain their previously agreed-upon cover story. When Jester first suggested the ‘honeymoon plan’ with Caleb and Fjord acting as the happy couple, Beau was a little skeptical, but seeing the two now… well, they seem more comfortable than Beau could’ve ever guessed. She cuts a side glance to Jester, wondering if that was her plan all along. If Jester’s ecstatic grin is anything to go by, it definitely was.

One of the smaller guards comes closer to the back of the cart. The four hidden under the cart’s invisibility spell collectively hold their breath, eyes widening in fear. As the guard starts to examine the back more closely, the head guard nods to Fjord and Caleb.

“Let them pass!”

While the others quietly sigh in relief, a heavy knot forms in the pit of Beau’s stomach. The twin lion statues mounted on the wall stare mercilessly at her as they drive past. It makes her just as scared as it did when she was seven and running away from home. Those lions always made her turn back. All five times.

“- do we go?” Fjord’s voice slowly comes into focus, like a beacon slicing through the fog.

“Huh?” Beau wrenches her attention from the uncaring statues watchful eyes to Fjord��s warm golden gaze. He’s looking at her with such a concerned look it makes her stomach churn even more violently.

“Fjord was just asking where we should go, Miss Beau.”

The half-orc in question nods at Caduceus’ explanation and turns around so he’s facing forward again. “Yeah, I just figure that you’re more familiar with -“ He makes a gesture with his hand to indicate the general area.

Beau grunts noncommittal in reply and ignores Jester’s not-so-subtle nudge to her shoulder.

Caleb considers her for a moment. “Should we ask someone, then?”

Scrubbing a hand over her face, Beau sighs. “Nah, I can lead you around. I just -“ She looks out into the street, recognizing some familiar faces walking along the side of the road. Quickly averting her gaze, she clears her throat. “Take a left up ahead and we should come across Greasy Ace Tavern.”

Fjord nods and starts the horses moving again, and the cart slowly ambles down the street with soft clacks that break the morning quiet that’s settled over the thoroughfare. The atmosphere of town creeps upon Beau like a too-heavy blanket. It’s warm, sure, and it’s comforting to know they’re some of the only people up, sure, but Beau’s never known Kamordah to be quiet. It leaves a lead weight in her stomach.

Nott voices her unease before Beau can even think to. “It’s very quiet for a trading and tourist town.”

“Our guy may have something to do with that,” Beau speculates. The others nod.

“Let’s go find out then,” Fjord stops the horses, and all of them step off the cart and into the dimly lit Greasy Ace.

Beau can’t seem to shake the growing unease she feels with each second spent in Kamordah.

~~~

“We don’t have to do this.” A blue hand wraps around Beau’s wrist - a solid presence grounding her against the raging tempest she feels caught up in. Beau’s fist pauses, one breath away from knocking on the heavy wooden oak door that haunts her dreams. The brass lion knocker stares at her unflinchingly.

Another hand, this time landing on her shoulder. Beau looks back and finds warm yellow eyes. Fjord nods at her, the hand on her shoulder squeezing comfortingly. Curling around her other shoulder, Frumpkin butts his head against the underside of her chin and Beau blinks at him, seeing her reflection in his eyes. Flanked by steady walls of support, Beau steels herself, breathes in deep, and raps her knuckles against the door.

It takes only a minute or so for someone to answer, but time could not move any slower for Beau. With each passing moment, the urge to run or hide becomes more and more predominant. Beau feels a restless energy thrumming under her skin, like lightning crackling through her blood. She wants to move. She wants to run. She’s wants to -

“Welcome to the Lionett estate. What business may you have here?”

Beau jumps at the sudden appearance of a well-dressed maid in the open doorway. Dressed in fine yellow and purple fabrics, the maid stares at the group with as much disdain as Beau would expect from a worker dressed in the Lionett’s colors.

“Yah, hallo.” Caleb steps forward, posture unusually perfect and smile a little too sharp. “We’re here to do business with Mr. Lionett.”

If she’s intimidated by Caleb’s towering figure leaning towards her, she doesn’t say anything. The petite woman only narrows her eyes before nodding, once, and opening the door wider for them as she steps back. “You can wait in the sitting room. I will fetch Mr. Lionett.”

They are led through the foyer and down into a room that takes up the left side of the front of the house. Looking around, Beau is surprised to find everything just as she’d left it. Perfect, untouchable, and so very cold. The room is bathed in yellow and purple, a garish reminder of the Lionett’s very coveted social status. A lone lion bust sits alone atop the fireplace, frozen in time with a malicious roar that makes Beau avert her gaze.

While they wait, the Mighty Nein make themselves comfortable. Fjord and Caleb sit primly on the center couch, their postures picture perfect and their faces more determined than Beau’s ever seen them. Jester and Nott peruse the walls, touching everything they can get their hands on. If Beau sees Nott swipe a gold decor piece from the shelf, well. What her family doesn’t know won’t hurt them. On the other hand, Caduceus busies himself with his staff as he sits in the uncomfortable leather armchair that Beau’s always hated.

Jester’s halfway around the room in her tour when she pauses upon reaching the bookshelf. “Hey, Beau?”

“Yeah?”

“Is… is this your brother?” All the air in the room vanishes, leaving Beau cold and tense as Jester holds up a framed picture of a little boy with dark skin, blue eyes, and a wide, innocent smile. Beau can only stare at the picture, unseeing. From their seated positions, Fjord and Caleb share worried glances, eyes darting back and forth between Beau and the picture of the happy boy.

Beau wonders very briefly if the Lionett’s treat him like their only living child - if this kid is given everything that Beau was never allowed to have. “Uh. Not sure. Never met the kid.” Her voice comes out scratchy and distorted. Beau can barely remember the last time she spoke in this house.

“Where are your pictures?” Nott scampers up next to Jester, clinging to the edge of the shelf in order to see the frames on top.

Without even looking at the shelf, Beau frowns. “They probably burned them by now.”

“They wouldn’t… Would they?” Nott’s voice is small and sad. Beau doesn’t want to look at her and see the pity there, so she doesn’t. She scuffs the bottom of her boot against the hardwood floor and laughs joylessly.

“Have you met my parents? They hate me as much as I hate them, if not more. Doubt they kept anything of mine after kidnapping -“

“Beauregard.”

One word sends Beau’s mouth snapping shut. She doesn’t have to look up to know her dad’s in the room - she can tell by the feeling of dread all crashing down at once, like the ceiling’s caving in. One word and her posture is perfect, her arms no longer crossed but straight down her sides. Beau feels like she’s seven again and being reprimanded for snooping around in her father’s office. She hates it. She hates it more than anything. Hates that he still has this power over her just by saying -

“Beauregard.” It’s so quiet. Why is it so damn quiet? God, Beau wishes she would stop being such a pushover and just say something. But. Looking up at him. First step. Yes.

Beau looks up.

Mr. Lionett was never the most striking man, but what he lacked in good looks he made up for in extremely obvious symbols of wealth that he had on his person. A plethora of golden rings glitter on his fingers. Beau instinctively raises a hand to touch her cheek. He always wore a pressed purple suit, which he accented with golden detail. Now is no exception to that expectation. It’s so fucking gaudy. Everyone in Kamordah already knows the Lionetts, there’s no reason to flaunt your status like Mr. Lionett did. It makes Beau want to look him in the eye out of spite.

She gets up to seeing his yellow tie. For some reason, her eyes don’t let her move an inch further, instead fixated on his ugly yellow patterned tie that Beau remembers trying to ruin so many times. That tie got her in trouble. She hates that tie.

“I didn’t realize you would be back so soon.” He doesn’t even try to hide his sarcasm and disdain, that prick. “I shall have the help fetch Mrs. Lionett.” The maid from earlier, standing at attention in the corner, simply turns and leaves the room.

The silence is choking. Beau can’t look anyone in the eye - not her father and especially not her friends. She feels too weak, too vulnerable to face any of them. They’ve killed demons and devils, and her father is the thing that has her scared? Beau can just hear the taunts now. Weak. Pathetic. Embarrassing.

Not good enough, Beauregard. Never good enough.

Soon enough, or maybe not soon enough, the maid returns with a taller woman in tow. Beau averts her gaze from the yellow tie long enough to spot Mrs. Lionett in all her ugly-dress glory, frozen in the doorway of the sitting room, expression the picture of comical surprise. If Beau weren’t so damn freaked out she’d definitely be laughing.

“Beauregard! What a pleasant surprise.” Mrs. Lionett glides into the sitting room and comes to a stop next to Mr. Lionett. Beau hates her casual tone, but that was Mrs. Lionett for you. Always the one to keep up appearances, even more so than Mr. Lionett. Beau resented her for it almost as much as she resented being born into this awful family.

From somewhere near the trophy case, Nott whistles quietly. It’s more like an ‘oh wow’ whistle than anything else, and it almost makes Beau snicker. Almost. If Mr. and Mrs. Lionett notice it, they don’t comment.

Beau’s fists clench as she stares at the two of them, standing side by side like the two brick walls they always were to Beau. It feels like an open wound, with them standing emotionless and picture perfect. She’s taut like a wire, waiting for them to say something - expecting them to snap at her, maybe. The least they can do is say something. Does Beau even want them to say anything? Her eyes flicker back to Mr. Lionett’s yellow tie, gaze going no further. There’s a wrinkle in his tie. Beau doesn’t remember if he has wrinkles around his eyes, too.

“Did you need something?” Mr. Lionett’s voice is clear, mechanical. It’s his business-transaction voice, but it’s also the voice that he uses whenever he has better things to do than talk to his daughter. Maybe they’re the same voice.

Gods dammit Beau, get it together. The Mighty Nein need this to work. They need information, don’t let him get into your head. Get it together. Look him in the eye. Do it.

She stares at the yellow tie.

The silence stretches on uncomfortably as the Mighty Nein shift in their positions around the room, their gazes carefully flicking between an extremely tense Beau and the unmoving Lionetts.

Mr. Lionett sighs loudly from his mouth, sort of nasally and low. “I don’t have time for this.”

He takes one step backwards, turning halfway to face the foyer and leave.

“Wait.” Fjord’s careful accent curls around the single syllable like he’s afraid to break the silence, but knows they need something from the Lionetts so he continues on anyways.

Mr. Lionett turns around to face them with one raised eyebrow. His upper lip is curled in disdain. Still standing in front of Beau with a passive look on her face, Mrs. Lionett purses her lips at the intrusion. It seems neither of them expected Fjord to speak.

“Yes?”

Fjord gulps audibly, and Beau cringes. The Lionetts were never fond of non-human races, and it seems that fact is still true. When she was younger, Beau had a tabaxi classmate who she’d hang out with around the river. It didn’t take long for the Lionetts to take control over that situation - Beau never saw her friend again. Dammit, she should’ve told the Nein about this. She’s fucking it up before they’ve even started talking; she should’ve known this would happen. Beau feels the phantom grip of a hand on her wrist, squeezing too tight. Her arms are lead weights. Her blood is solid.

You’re a disappointment, Beauregard. Not good enough. Why do you let us down every time?

Fjord and the Lionett’s conversation is white noise, all droning on in the background. Beau’s nails dig into the meat of her palm as her breaths grow shorter and more harsh. White noise pounds in her eardrums, her vision centering all on one point - the yellow of Mr. Lionett’s tie has never looked so garish and loud before. It’s so bright. It’s mocking. Beau feels unsteady, floating. She’s 7 now, and standing in front of her father while he works. Shoulder’s straight, head lowered. No eye contact. These hands aren’t hers anymore.

Her father, her father. He would say nothing. He would do work. Then he would leave. The office would go dark. Beau would stand there, alone.

Her mother sometimes passed by the office, peering in. She would say nothing. She would close the door. Sometimes, she laughed. Mostly, she didn’t pass the office at all. Her heels would echo down the hall anyways.

A hollow feeling - starting deep in the center of her chest, expanding outwards. Beau knew it well back then, and it fueled her fear, her anger, her drive to leave her home as soon as possible. That feeling faded over time, but never went away. The Mighty Nein were great at that sort of thing; they made Beau feel less empty, and even made her forget what it felt like at times. That hollow feeling creeps back, slowly.

An open wound.

An empty room.

A hand, lightly brushing against her wrist. A light touch, nothing more than a whisper of skin but to Beau it’s the anchor she needed to back away from the storm of emotions she feels. She turns to look, and Jester is standing beside her, having made her own way around the room to offer support. Nott peeks out from behind Jester, her eyes endlessly wide and unbelieving as her ears twitch to every derogatory intonation in Mr. Lionett’s voice.

Turning from Nott’s concerned gaze lands her staring directly into Jester’s purple eyes, hardened with worry and a little bit of anger. The pure fury in the tiefling’s eyes is hard to look at, even if Beau is proud at her to displaying her anger so openly.

Beau strains to pay attention to her surroundings as she faintly registers the murmurs dying down to silence, charged with a certain quality that Beau is unable to parse out because she wasn’t paying attention. She’s not sure she wants to turn and find out, but she needs them to know. She needs to know for herself too.

Turning around, Beau finds the rest of the Mighty Nein staring daggers at her Mr. Lionett. It doesn’t take much for her to realize that Mr. Lionett probably said something extremely biting and discriminatory - Beau’s intimately familiar with that type of language from him. Fjord has his eyes narrowed dangerously and his face is tense, a big difference from his usual calm demeanor. Next to him, Caleb has his teeth bared in a predatory grin. Caduceus, who stood up sometime during Fjord’s negotiations, has his hand placed placatingly on Caleb’s shoulder in an attempt to control the situation, but upon further inspection, Beau notices that his own eyes are hardened and cold.

Seeing all of her friends, ready to strike, sets something at ease in Beau. These people have her back; whether its facing a Hydra, defeating demonic entities, or going against her family; these people, they’re with her. That’s all she needs to steel her resolve and return her attention to her father, standing with his chin raised as he looks down at them all. His hands are carefully clenched, the fingers flexing and straining as he grits his teeth in annoyance. Normally seeing all of this would set off the alarms in Beau’s head, and cause the dread to swallow her whole.

Now, she glances back briefly at Jester, sees her icy purple glare soften momentarily as their eyes meet. Nott gives her a small nod, her green hands twitching subtly towards her back, where she hid her crossbow. Beau looks forward and sees Fjord and Caleb, expressions murderous. Caduceus catches her gaze and smiles.

A moment of clarity: If these people have her back, she can take on anything.

“Fuck you,” Beau says, voice rough and cracking like she hasn’t spoken in ages. Although, she hasn’t spoken so long in this house that maybe that’s the reason why it feels like the breaking open of an empty crypt.

Mr. and Mrs. Lionett’s turn so comically and abruptly to face Beau that the monk actually smiles. She can count on one hand the amount of times she’s surprised them, and she’s glad that this will be the last.

“Excuse me?” Mrs. Lionett’s hand goes to her throat as if she was personally attacked by the foul language.

Mr. Lionett grabs his wife’s hand. “Now, Beauregard -“

She still flinches, but it’s not enough to deter her. It’s improvement. “You heard me.”

Mr. Lionett takes a menacing step forward, hand outstretched far enough that Beau’s half sure the rings on his fingers will slide right off. At least then, they wouldn’t imprint on her face. He stops, a couple of feet in front of her.

“Don’t speak your mother and I like that.” His voice is low, threatening. It used to scare Beau on the rare occasion he would be more angry than annoyed. Now it’s funny, seeing him so riled up and knowing it’s meaningless.

“Why not?” His hand twitches. “Look,” Beau says, voice steadier now. She casts a glance around the room and finds the assured gazes of her friends. “We’re only here to find information about a guy. If you don’t have that, then fine. We’ll leave.”

Mrs. Lionett comes forward to lay a placating hand on Mr. Lionett’s shoulder. “Who is this man you seek?”

Beau wants to say, ‘classic mom, always the mediator’, but she bites her cheek and replies, “Guy named Lonardo. Know him?”

“He’s a business associate. Why?” Mr. Lionett stares at her with distrust, body still tense like a coiled wire. Good, Beau thinks, he should be careful of me.

“Because he’s a bad dude who’s done shitty things.” And, just because she can: “But you’re familiar with that, aren’t you, Thoreau.”

Maybe it was hearing his first name come out of his daughters mouth so brazenly, or maybe it was the blatant disrespect and insult. Either way, Mr. Lionett snaps and steps right up to Beau’s face, his hand coming from his side to his shoulder in an instant, stopping only just barely an inch from her face.

In response, the whole room steps forward, and the Mighty Nein ready their previously sheathed weapons. Beau can only just barely hear the scrape of metal against leather as blood rushes in her ears from her father lunging at her. She feels frozen as her heart bumps erratically in her chest, despite her willing it to calm down. All her bravado gone, the crashing waves threaten to drag her under. She goes to take a step back, but a light touch on her arm drags her to the present.

Turning to look, Jester mouths the words, ‘we got you’, to Beau, while Nott’s hand squeezes Beau’s arm reassuringly. Beau smiles at the two of them before turning back towards her father, still waiting like a snake.

“This is my family now.” For once, her voice doesn’t waver around the word, and Beau’s surprised at how right it feels, saying family after all the years of resenting it. “I love them.”

“We have her back.” Fjord meets her eyes, his own filled full of unspoken hardships of his own but also with certain depth of warmth that Beau knows she feels too.

Caleb lays a steady hand on her shoulder. “We are her family, too.”

Her heart fills, and Mr. Lionett scoffs derisively. “You expect me to -“

Beau just shakes her head nonchalantly as she cuts him off. “If you do not provide us the information, I have nothing to say to you.”

Then, to the surprise of everyone in the room, Beau turns, and begins to walk out of the room. Behind her, the Mighty Nein begin reaming into Mr. and Mrs. Lionett, and she grins at the pure rage and indignation she hears.

She crosses into the foyer, and the lion statues at the base of the stairs don’t seem to stare at her, for once. The paintings on the walls don’t taunt her either. Everything in the house looks different, even though Beau knows that everything’s the same.

Beau only pauses when she spots something. Up the stairs, a small boy sits on the top stoop, carefully watching her. She takes a short, brief pause, to think about everything she hated about her childhood. In that moment, watching her brother stare at her with young, innocent eyes, she vows to never have her brother experience the same.

“I’ll be back.” Beau promises. She contemplates going up the stairs to introduce herself - it’s her brother for crying out loud. But…

She nods at the brother she has never met, and opens the door to step outside.

~~~

The road home is quiet, but not in the way that hurts Beau the way she’s used to. In this quiet, Jester interlaces her fingers with Beau’s. Caleb settles a hand over her shoulder as Frumpkin purrs genially in her lap. Fjord hums a soft shanty while he drives the cart. Caduceus makes tea in the back. Nott is fiddling with Beau’s hair as she tries to braid flowers in the monk’s hair. Beau’s sure that if Yasha were here, she’d be helping Nott braid her hair too.

Beau’s thankful, in that moment, for the kind of silence she knows that only her family could achieve. It brings out a calm and clarity within Beau that she never associated with the quiet before, after a whole childhood of her own quiet moments filled with dread and anxiety.

She thinks of how successful the meeting with her father was. She thinks of how the Mighty Nein defended her to the bone. Most importantly, she thinks of a little boy with blue eyes and brown skin that just learned he has a sister.

That promise she made to her brother was genuine. Although her hands still shake in the Lionett house, and although just hearing her father's name fills her with inescapable dread, Beau feels lighter than ever. It feels like hope. As Caduceus would say, it’s progress.

#my writing #mine #elena talks #I FINISHED IT YALL YEEHAW #beau #beauregard lionett #fanfiction #critical role #this was in my drafts for SO LONG

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Child Wakes Him Up [Seokjin, Yoongi, and Hoseok]

Another daddy!au. Hope you like it~!

Enjoy~

Seokjin

It was Seokjin’s first day back in Seoul after a world tour with BTS. He snuck in about 3 that morning half asleep and drained after some flight delays. He didn’t bother to unload his suitcase as he took it to his bedroom. He changed clothes and saw his wife, Naeun, fast asleep on his side of the bed with her head in his pillow. Seokjin wanted to go see his daughter, Kyungmin, but convinced himself that he could just do that when he woke up. He got in bed, looped his arm around his sleeping wife and he fell asleep.

Naeun woke to a stuffed animal to the face. Her eyes flew open as she looked to see her two-year-old daughter attempting to climb the bed. She went to sit up, when she felt and arm around her waist. She turned to see Seokjin out like a light. Naeun smiled as she leaned down and kissed his cheek, “Welcome home.” She whispered. Kyungmin let out a whine as she gave up on crawling on the bed. Naeun escaped from Seokjin’s arm and picked up Kyungmin. “Let’s go make breakfast for daddy, Kyunnie.”

Kyungmin looked over her mom’s shoulder and her eyes lit up when she saw her dad sleeping. “DADDY!”

“Shh, he needs sleep, okay?” Kyungmin nodded as she rested her head on her mom’s shoulder. She picked up the stuffed animal and gave it to Kyungmin. Naeun noticed his suitcase and let out a sigh. She took her daughter to the living room and set her down before she surfed the channels for a kid’s station, “Kyunnie, stay here. Mommy is going to wash clothes and then make some dinner. Do you want juice?” Kyunnie nodded as she held her bunny close to her and stared at the tv. Naeun gave her a kid cup of orange juice then returned to her bedroom to retrieve the clothes from her husband’s suitcase.

While Naeun was starting the first load of laundry, Kyungmin grew bored of the show on TV and went to her bedroom. She walked out with a couple of stuff animals as she went to her parent’s room where her father slept. Kyungmin threw up the two stuffed animals before she climbed up the bed. She placed the stuff animals beside Seokjin’s head which woke him. He turned and let out a light groan as he began to wake. Kyungmin was busy trying to press the stuff animal in her dad’s arms to see that he was awake.

His arm wrapped around a stuffed animal earning giggles from Kyungmin. His eyes fluttered open to his daughter’s giggles and he turned to her, “Morning angel. Did you bring me all these babies?” Kyungmin nodded her head with such a force he could see her head pop off her neck if she was a bobble head. Seokjin reached out, moving the stuffed bear to the side, “Can daddy have a hug from his princess?” Kyungmin threw herself on top of Seokjin and he immediately wrapped his arms around her and littered her face with kisses. “I missed you so much!” He said between kisses. His exhaustion no longer bothered him as he held his daughter in his hands.

“APPA!” She squealed.

Naeun walked to the bedroom and leaned against the door, “I told you not to wake daddy, Kyunnie.”

Seokjin looked up at his wife with a bright smile, “I needed to get up. I wanted to see my beautiful girls.” He patted the bed beside him as he held Kyungmin in his arms.

“I’ll make us breakfast first.”

Seokjin whined, “we can have food later, right Kyungmin?”

“YES!”

“See now come to bed with us!”

“Yea Umma! Come to bed!” Kyungmin stood up on the bed and stomped her foot.

Naeun chuckled as she approached her daughter, “And who do you think you are ordering me around?” She reached out and tickled Kyungmin. She fell to the bed in a fit of laughter as Nauen continued her on slaughter of tickles.

Seokjin admired his two beautiful girls with a smile on his face. He definitely missed them… He missed just being a family.

Yoongi

Yoongi swore up and down to his daughter, Eunmi, that he’d be there in time for her bedtime even after his wife, Katelyn, told him not to make an empty promise. He was resentful of her comment and made the promise anyway not knowing just what she meant by empty promises. He got so much inspiration, he found himself in his studio until 4:30 in the morning. Yoongi let out a string of curses as he fished out his phone from his pocket to see several missed calls from Katelyn. There were texts too, but he was honestly too scared to read them knowing they’d be littered with his daughter’s disappointment.

He made his way into the house, his shoulders slumped, and his head hung forward. Yoongi saw the tv light reflect in the living room as he kicked off his shoes and headed to the living room. There he saw his wife fighting sleep as she bottle fed their youngest, Junho, and Eunmi beside her out like a light. Katelyn’s head bobbed as she nodded off to sleep. “Babe…” Yoongi whispered as he approached his family.

Katelyn’s eyes opened as she became more alert. Yoongi could see the exhaustion on her face. “This is why I told you not to make empty promises…” She looked down at Eunmi’s sleeping figure. “She cried herself to sleep thinking you didn’t love her.”

“Love, I swear– I didn’t–” Katelyn stood as she took the bottle from Junho’s lips after he emptied it. “The least you can do is take her to bed” she whispered coolly as she went to the kitchen with Junho in her hands and put water in the bottle to rinse out later. Katelyn patted Junho’s back as she headed off to his nursery to put him back to bed.

Yoongi reached down and picked up Eunmi, “Sorry, I’m so late.” He kissed her head as he took her to bed. After he tucked her in, he headed to his bedroom and saw Katelyn already under the covers with her back to him. He got changed and crawled into bed, “Katie, can we talk?”

“Later… I’m too pissed and tired right now.” She shuffled further from him as she shut her eyes and fell asleep.

Yoongi lay there swarmed with guilt before he finally fell asleep. He wanted to apologize, but he knew it would take more than that. Not only had he managed to piss off his wife, but he disappointed and hurt his daughter. He couldn’t even figure out which one was worse.

Later that morning, Junho woke and Katelyn shot out of bed. She glanced at Yoongi’s sleeping figure before she walked out to the nursery and picked up Junho, “Okay, okay… You’re fine.” She cooed as she set him on the dipper changer. Afterwards, she headed to the living room and placed him in his walker then wheeled him to the kitchen. “I’d leave you in the living room, but you’re such a cry baby when we disappear. So mommy is going to make breakfast for daddy and Mimi. Then I’ll get you food, okay?” She bent down to his eye level and kissed his cheek earning a smile. “That’s my baby boy.” She rubbed his head before she stood up and got to work on breakfast and coffee.

Eunmi woke up next and crawled out of her bed to sleepily strolled to her parent’s bedroom. She rubbed her eye with one hand as she reached up and turned the knob then pushed open the door. “Mommy” she whined as she approached the bed. Yoongi woke to her voice and his head groggily. Her eyes widened, “Daddy!” She crawled on the bed with a sudden enthusiasm, “You are home!”

Yoongi rubbed his face, “Morning baby girl.” He looked over and noticed his wife missing, “Where’s mommy?”

Eunmi shrugged, “With Junnie? You broke your promise.”

The guilt Yoongi forgot bubbled back, “I know baby… Daddy is so sorry. I’ll make it up today. I’ll be here all day.”

“And tuck me in?”

“Yea.” He sat up just as Eunmi threw herself at him. He kissed her head and hugged her tightly, “Mommy is really mad at daddy, yea?”

Eunmi nodded, “But give mommy a kiss and she will be happy too!” She leaned up and kissed him on the lips.

Yoongi smiled as he picked her up and got out of bed, “I’ll do that. Let’s go get ready and see mommy and Junnie, okay?” He lead his four year old to the bathroom so they could brush their teeth together. Yoongi worked through a plan to get Katelyn to talk to him and hopefully forgive him as he brushed his teeth. Maybe since Eunmi was so forgiving, maybe, just maybe, his wife would be the same.

Hoseok

Hoseok could never deny his youngest, Liam, if he ever wanted to because of how similar they were. Liam, being only two, had the same sunshine personality as his dad. Yohan, the oldest, couldn’t help but fall in love with his little brother when he first appeared. Liam was always smiling. He just brought a certain warmth with him wherever he went.

Just like his dad, Liam, loved to wake up people in the most obnoxious ways. Yohan avoided it that morning as he was already up with his mom in the living room. So, Liam trailed off to his next victim… his dad.

Hoseok was just waking up when he heard his son’s grunts as he climbed up the bed. At first he was going to help him up, but he felt Liam’s weight on his stomach. He kept his eyes closed as Liam poked his cheeks and nose. Hoseok smiled as he kept his eyes closed as Liam continued his actions. When Hoseok didn’t wake up, Liam began to sniffle and almost broke into a cry until Hoseok leaped into action. “Ahhh! You woke me up!” Hoseok grinned widely at his son. Liam laughed as Hoseok tickled him, “How could you wake up daddy like that? I thought you were my friend!” Liam let out a scream as he laughed wildly.

After they calmed down and brushed their teeth, Hoseok took Liam into the living room where he saw Elfie on the sofa stretched out and Yohan on the mat on the ground intensely watching his favorite show. Hoseok put Liam down and he ran over to his brother who calmly put him right in front of him and pointed at the tv. Hoseok made his way to his wife who looked pale, “You okay, love?” He sat by her head and put a pillow beside his lap for her to lay on.

Elfie groaned as she shifted, “Just aching… My back hurts and I’m just tired…” Hoseok ran his hand through his wife’s hair as his other went to her five month sized stomach. “Where should we take the kids?”

“We’re not taking them anywhere until you feel less pain. Then maybe we can take them to the interactive museum.”

Elfie shut her eyes and nodded, “Okay… I need to at least get them breakfast.”

Yohan stood up and stretched, “Mommy can I get milk?” Elfie nodded and went to get up, but Yohan walked out to the kitchen and returned with an already made cup of milk and a bottle. “Here!” He jerked his hand out to Liam to hand him the bottle.

Hoseok and Elfie watched the two and then looked at each other, “Well Yohan’s definitely in the big brother role for sure. I’ll make the kids breakfast in a bit, so you just rest.” Elfie nodded as her eyes closed and she went back to sleep.

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jungkook-haven · 4 years

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Summer with Benefits|jjk 21+

"Hey YN, We're going somewhere today.We might get home late and you'll be alone here.Is that ok?" Your older brother,Taehyung,asked while packing his stuff to his bag. "Yeah sure." You're currently staying at their dorm,along with his fellow BTS members,which you normally do on summer.And you're going to school anyway,so you'll,probably spend most of your time outside the house. He was about to leave when he said,"Oh!I forgot!Jungkook's going home early from his training.Ok lil sis?" "Umm what?"you asked,trying to hide the shock from your expression.Or was it really shock or excitement? "Lock the doors before you leave ok?keep safe.Love u!"He said and gave you a peck on the cheek. "You too.Dont exhaust yourself too much.Love u!"You said and waved him goodbye. When he was already out of sight,you sighed."Fuck,Jungkook and I.Alone in the house.For one whole effing day."You said to yourself. You and Jungkook had this skin to skin relationship.You started as bestfriends,maybe.Or with benefits.It started when you two 'accidentally' got too drunk while the hyungs are away and you were both alone in the house one night.Both of you hadn't controlled your emotions and desires that time,especially because you were both young and curious.(You were 18 and Jungkook 's 20.)Jungkook was your first time and you think you were also his.You continued doing it eventually,when someone initiates or when you two are in the mood.You've been doing it from quite some time,but its not that serious and you haven't seen him for like a month.Maybe he's not interested with me anymore?It,s fine with me.You said,convincing yourself that what you felt for him was only for the sex and that it's nothing really special. *********** You came home from a hot and exhaustin day from school,sweating as fuck.It was summer in Korea,and its a normal day but still,the temperature's crazy.You let yourself fall on the sofa,panting from walking from school to your house.You were still in your uniform,but you didn't care,since you're just on your own anyway.Then suddenly you heard a door open from one room.Jungkook's room.You were startled.Wtf yn,how can you forget that Jungkook's home early today?You scolded yourself a bit. "Oh YN.Y-you're back.I-thought you were..sorry I'll just put some new clothes on." He was wearing a thin white shirt and wearing his jeans.His excessive sweating made his shirt transparent highlighting his perfectly toned body. He was holding a soda can on one hand and a towel on his shoulder.He looked so hot,with the wet hair and anything.Youre starting to think about inappropriate shit.Fuck yn,like what I expected.Get your shit together and try not to be affected as much as possible.You took a deep breath. "N-no its ok.I really dont mind.Its not like ive never seen you naked before."Oh fuck.what did i just said?you said to yourself.There was an awkward silence. "What was it again?"he asked,mocking you and pretending he did not hear it.There was a lustful smirk forming in his perfectly curved lips. "Nothing nothing it was nothing..."You denied. "Oh my god,YN why are you doing this to me...."He said,moving closer to you.He leaned in to your ear and whispered."Are you trying to turn me on or are you just really that oblivious?."He said in a husky voice,making you shiver. Fuck,you were getting wet.You cant help it and without even thinking,you grinded your hips on him and moaned.His smirk widened,and with that he pinned you down,putting your hands above your head kissing you harshly you can barely breathe because ha was licking sucking and biting your lip.You see that Jungkook had became better in foreplay since your last sex together,and that was about a year ago.Of course,you always see each other,but you two are always surrounded by the members especially your brother taehyung and you two have to act like nothing's going on between the two of you.Friendship.That's all. The hot atmosphere just made the scene more hornier.The kiss lasted for about a minute.You both pulled away,gasping for air.He removed his shirt and jeans leaving him only in his boxers.He then continued kissing you again and moved to your neck.He unbuttoned the first three buttons on your blouse.He kissed and sucked at the skin,making you moan.You were not afraid to make noise since you were alone."You like that huh?"Jungkook breathed in my skin.He continued and literally ripped your blouse,since he got frustrated removing the buttons one by one.But then he removed your bra,exposing your big breasts in front of his eyes."Damn,those are big."Jungkook said sexily.He leaned in and sucked your nipples,massaging the other one.He was swirling his tongue around it,making you moan loud."Uhh Jungkoooook ~"you moaned.He smirked,satisfied by your reaction.He then moved to the other one,doing the same thing.You were moaning all the time,but he loved it.He grinded his erect cock on your skirt,making you moan with the sensation.He kept grinding while kissing your breast and stomach.He was making you so wet. Then he hiked up your skirt and started to tease you.He rubbed your clothed core with his hands,groping and caressing it."Mmmm Jungkook just do me alreadyyy~" "Yes babe just wait and be a good girl."He Said sexily.He had also learned to dirty talk better,making him hotter and sexier in your eyes.He slowly slid your panties down,exposing how soaking wet you are."Oh my my my~look at this wet pussy."he teased.He spread your legs while you layed on your back.You just can't wait for him to start.He started playing with your clit with his hands,eventually inserting his finger in your core.He removed his hands and licked it."I want more of you"he said and buried his face into your pussy,eating you out.He was aggressive,licking and sucking your clit and your entire pussy.You were a moaning mess.He putted his tongue in and out of you,licking its walls."Jungkook AHHH~fasterrrrr Unggg"you moaned.He moved faster,making you crazy with the pleasure overtaking your body.Jungkook was sucking and licking at the same time,and with every flick of his tongue on your pussy made your muscles contract from head to toe with the pleasure reaching all parts of your body.And with that,you arched your back as you cum,while Jungkook licked all the juices that came out of you with every drip. "You tasted sweet.."He said and kissed you,giving you a taste of your own cum.It was sweet ,you agreed.Tha taste of it just made you curious,how long has it been since I have tasted Jungkook?The thought suddenly made you impatient. "Now you lean over."You said ,pushing him in the sofa.He followed.You loved it how he let you take over him as if he's a deer being caught up by a lion. "What now?"he smirked "It's my turn honey"you said and licked his ear.You know he loved it when you do that. You removed his boxers and his big cock sprung out,erect and ready to go. "Geez,why are you so big?"You asked,he was around 6-7 inches. "Big enough to fill your little pussy and your pretty mouth."He laughed. With that you took his dick inside your mouth,making him moan.You swirled your tongue on the tip and pushed it as deep as it could you were about to choke,then you bobbed you head up and down in a fast pace."Uhhh YN~Don't stop uhhh~"he moaned.You love it when he moans your name.You kept licking and sucking until his cock was about to explode.You felt his dick contracting inside your mouth,signaling he was about to cum. But you,being the naughty devil as Jungkook called you sometimes,stopped your ministrations leaving Jungkook pissed with a throbbing cock waiting to be touched. "Why?!"He asked,disappointed but excited."My pussy needs some filling up."You winked which made him smirk.You stroked his dick a little,teasing it.You were on top of him,and you directed your hole to his cock,inserting it slowly still adjusting to his big size.You pushed as deep as it could.You both moaned in sync when he reached the deepest part he could.You started moving up and down,speeding up.Only your skin slapping and your moans are heard."Uhhh!Jungkook -AHHH!Unggg!" "Ohhhh!Uhhhh!Ynnnn!" You adjusted in a more comfortable position where he can reach all your spots and started moving faster.He was now reaching your spot better and his big cock was pounding the fuck out of it."Unnng!Jungkook!"You felt weightless with the sensation Jungkook is giving you.You arched your back as you were about to cum when he pulled out and quickly flipped you to missionary position.He spread you legs in the air,giving him a better angle.He slammed his big dick hard and started thrusting up and down.He was pounding th fuck on your g spot."Uhhhh!Jungkook!Dont stop!" "It felt so hot good inside you YN~aahh~"You were both moaning messes.He adjusted and moved faster and deeper.You can't help it.Your vision is getting more and more blurry with the pleasure taking over your body.You and Jungkook both have your eyes closed with the sensation.With a last deep and hard thrust,you both cummed in sync.your whole body trembled,while Jungkook filled you up with his hot cum mixing with your own.He continued thrusting for a few times until all his juices came out until tha last drip.He removed his dick and layed beside you,both of you still catching your breath ande recovering from the pleasure."Why don't we just make it a real thing?"he suddenly asked."what do you mean?"you raised an eyebrow."Y-you and me.We've been doing this for quite a long time but this is the first st time that I'm gonna admit this to you...I-i love you YN.I've always wanted to tell you that but I thought you'd only treat me as a friend..."he kissed you on the cheek."I love you too Jungkook.Since the first time I met you,I had a huge crush on you.Sure,let's make it real.I'll be the luckiest and happiest girl in the world "You said and gave him a peck on the lips.He bunny smiled as he hugged you tightly and you both slept holding onto each other like koala bears for the whole day.Good thing the hyungs got home the next morning after and didn't see you

#bts #jungkook #bts fanfic

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nitewrighter · 5 years

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Genji, Mercy, and Rei shopping for Pharah's baby shower?

Mercy loved the way Rei walked. There was the signature 17-month-old wobbling unsureness of how much weight to put on each foot and where, but she moved with a clear toddling determination that was unmistakeably reminiscent of Genji. Mercy leaned her weight on Rei’s stroller slightly, watching as Rei puttered across the tiles of the store, her little black tuft of a ponytail bobbing.

“Twins,” there was a puzzling mutter in Genji’s voice as he looked over the baby shower registry on Mercy’s tablet, “Of course it’s twins.”

“Twins mean two!” Rei called, just in case either of them forgot that.

“Yes it does, Sunneschii,” said Mercy.

“They split into two, and that’s gross but I can’t say it’s gross,” said Rei.

Mercy snickered, “Yes, that would be rude.”

“Hm,” the light of Genji’s visor flared with focus at the tablet he was holding, “Do we get two of whatever we get them? Just one? Should there be two check boxes next to everything on the registry?”

Mercy just snickered, “I’m sure we can figure something out,” she said, watching Rei slow her determined pace and stare at a display of nightlights.

“And how much do we actually need to get them if Satya can just… spin cribs and carriers out of thin air with hard-light?” said Genji.

“You’re overthinking this,” said Mercy.

“O-ver-think-ing this,” Rei parroted, timing her steps to the syllables. Mercy made a ‘See?’ gesture at Rei and Genji just chuckled.

“Well you know Satya. She has… standards,” said Genji, “She and Pharah always helped us out so much, I don’t want to disappoint her.”

“Well, most everyone in the old Overwatch knew Pharah when she was small,” said Mercy with a shrug, “God knows the whole watchpoint is going to be pouring their hearts out for her. She made the old Overwatch feel even more like a family. Of course they’d return the favor.”

“I missed a lot in those days, didn’t I?” Genji said a bit thoughtlessly.

Mercy pushed Rei’s empty stroller up next to him and put a hand on his shoulder, “You’re here now,” she said with a smile.

Genji gave a glance over to Rei shoving herself into a clothing rack, so that the only parts visible of her behind the curtain of maternity shirts were her little light-up sneakers. “Yes,” he said quietly, “It’s a good place to be.”

Genji had paused next to the crib displays in the store and gave one of the crib mobiles a tentative spin.

“…mobiles are probably redundant with Hard-light,” he murmured.

“Mobiles are definitely redundant with hard-light,” said Mercy.

“It seemed like we had a never-ending list of things we needed when she was on the way,” said Genji, gesturing over at Rei pushing out from the clothing rack before looking back down at the tablet, “Why is getting this stuff for someone else so hard?”

“I don’t think it has to be that hard,” said Mercy, trailing her fingers underneath his jaw plate and prompting him to look up and over at another display of strollers, with one particularly athletic-looking dark blue stroller with two seats displayed prominently on a platform.

“…That works,” said Genji.

—-

Rei was sitting in her stroller and kicking her feet back and forth singing nonsensically to herself as they pushed the large box of the stroller through the checkout.

“Siblings on the way?” the cashier asked casually as they made the purchase. Both Mercy and Genji burst out laughing.

“No–No, it’s for a friend,” said Mercy, looking down at Rei, “Sunneschii’s more than enough for now.”

“Ahhh yeah I get that, I should have figured as such with the omnic au pair,” said the cashier.

Mercy paused mid-putting her wallet back in her purse, “Beg pardon?” she looked up.

“Oh–sorry! I didn’t mean to assume–Just, y’know, everyone needs help, takes a village and you can’t go wrong with an omnic and all that,” the cashier nodded towards Genji.

“I’m the father,” the words fell out of Genji with a hardness and flatness even he didn’t really expect from himself.

The cashier’s face dropped. “Oh,” she managed, and then cleared her throat, “Well that’s–She’s a beautiful girl. Congratulations, both of you. Thanks for shopping at Cowan’s.”

—

Genji carried the box out of the store as Mercy pushed Rei’s stroller towards the hover-van. They loaded it up silently and Rei dozed off in her carseat on the ride home. Mercy gave a glance to Rei sleeping in the rearview mirror as Genji drove before she fidgeted with her hands in her lap a bit.

“I am so sorry about that—” Mercy started.

“That had nothing to do with you,” said Genji, “She didn’t know–Anyone could have…” he trailed off and huffed, “I mean I know it was bound to happen sooner or later…” he felt at his faceplate, “Maybe I shouldn’t…”

“Genji, you should wear whatever makes you feel most comfortable,” said Mercy.

“I know but…” Genji sighed and gave a glance to Rei in the rearview mirror as well before looking back at the road, “Ever since she came into our lives, it’s been so exciting being someone… new. Being her father. Not having to think of myself as this bridge between man and machine like Zenyatta always saw me as, that, granted, I made peace with myself as… but… Genji Shimada could just be a father. And that meant the world to me… but I suppose it was so easy to get caught up in that that I could forget…everything else about myself. I learned a long time ago to not mind the assumptions people make about my appearance, but when someone assumes I’m not my daughter’s father it’s… it’s like…”

“How dare they?” Mercy suggested.

“How dare they,” Genji repeated the words with a certain satisfaction.

Mercy chuckled. “For what it’s worth… I think the people who count the most know you’re her father,” she reached over and gave Genji’s shoulder a slight squeeze before looking back at Rei in her carseat, her cheek smushed against her seat’s padding. “She always knows it’s you. Whether the mask is on or not.”

“She does, doesn’t she?” Genji said quietly. Mercy could hear the smile in his voice.

Mercy settled into her seat slightly, smiling as they drove home.

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swanqueeneverafter · 5 years

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What Dreams May Come, Pt.8

Storybrooke. Alice & Robin’s Apartment. Emma: (As Robin opens the door:) “You know it’s still strange coming here and not finding Mom and Dad answering the door.” Regina: “Strange, but appreciated.” (Emma rolls her eyes as she and Regina take a seat at the counter while Robin puts the kettle on the stove.) Robin: “Can I get you guys something to drink? Tea? Coffee?” Emma: “Coffee for me, please – I’m still kinda out of it.” Regina: “Nothing for me, thank you. One of the many joys of pregnancy is that apparently I can’t have caffeine.” Robin: (Anxious to hear the latest developments:) “So, the guy’s all right?” Emma: (Nods:) “He’s gonna be fine.” Robin: (Sighs in relief:) “That’s great news. Alice has been blaming herself since it happened. Even though it was my backpack in the road.” Regina: “The only blame here lies on the shoulders of the driver. (At Emma’s look:) What? He admitted he was texting and driving. The man’s a menace.” Emma: “Regardless of who’s to blame, I think everyone will feel a lot better once Greg Mendell leaves town.” Robin: “Yeah, about that, does anyone know how he managed to cross the border?” Regina: (Shakes her head:) “Not yet, but rest assured, we’re gonna make sure the protection spells around all the realms are doubled, if not tripled. In fact, that’s where we’re going once we leave here, to meet with all of the leaders of the combined realms.” Emma: (Winces:) “Actually… that meeting was cancelled.” Regina: “What?” Emma: “Well, Snow tried to gather all of the leaders together but it was too short notice for a lot of them.” Regina: “All right, so when is the meeting supposed to take place?” Emma: “Well…” Regina: “Emma?” Emma: (Quickly:) “Snow may have used the opportunity to arrange a Mommy and Me group instead.” Regina: “No. Please tell me you’re joking. Please tell me this is some kind of sick joke.” Emma: (Placatingly:) “We don’t have to stay long, and it might be a nice distraction from-“ Regina: (Anxiously starts shaking her hands:) “I can feel my skin beginning to crawl already.” Emma: “’Gina…” Regina: (Not listening, babbling to herself:) “I need a drink. But I can’t drink ‘cause I’m pregnant. This is a nightmare. (To Emma:) Why did I listen when you said I couldn’t kill Snow White?” Emma: “It might not be so bad.” Regina: (To herself:) “Deep breaths. Deep, calming breaths. Think of the baby. Think of the baby.” Emma: (To Robin:) “O-kay… we’re gonna go now. Thanks for the coffee.” (Robin nods and watches as Emma gently guides her raving wife towards the door.)

Enchanted Forest. (The sound of clashing swords is heard as two figures exchange blows along the riverbank.) Mulan: (Smiles as her thrust is blocked:) “Not bad. Next lesson, you never leave your flank open.” (Before Mulan can strike, Henry sweeps her leg, successfully knocking the warrior to the ground.) Henry: “I didn’t. I just wanted you to think I had.” Mulan: (Laughing, from the ground:) “You’re learning. Fighting isn’t about who’s stronger. It’s about who’s smarter. (Henry offers his hand and pulls Mulan to her feet:) You know, you’ve never said why you wanted me to train you.” Henry: (Smiles:) “I needed the best.” Mulan: “Well, I’m flattered, but didn’t your grandfather train you? And Captain Hook?” Henry: “Grandpa only really taught me how to defend myself and Hook… cheats.” Mulan: (Nods:) “You are wise, Henry Mills. You may have had men teach you partly how to fight, but you still have a lot you can learn from me. Again. (Henry and Mulan square off again, only this time Mulan quickly disarms and knocks Henry onto the ground:) By the time we’re done, I’ll teach you how to fight better than any man. (Offering her hand, which Henry accepts. Pulling him to his feet:) I'll teach you the most important thing you need to have to fight... honor.”

Kingdom of Valencia. Courtyard. (The Jester stands practicing his juggling as Madelena passes by.) Queen Madelena: "I've got something else you can do with your hands." (The Jester quickly follows after her as Madelena giggles. Meanwhile, watching from the balcony are King Richard and Gareth.) King Richard: "Gareth, are you certain?" Gareth: "Positive, my king." King Richard: (Glaring down at them:) "I cannot believe my Queen is cheating on me with that joker." Gareth: "He's a jester, sir." King Richard: “I know he's a jester, Gareth. I was insulting him by calling him a joker, like when you call someone a clown.” Gareth: “But, people like clowns.” King Richard: “Damn it, man! Would you just let me vent?! I think I know why Madalena likes him more than me. (Below, both the Jester and Madelena laugh:) He's funny. How do I compete with that?” Gareth: “Well, funny's easy. I mean, I'm funny.” King Richard: “Really?” Gareth: “Yeah. Knock, knock.” King Richard: “Who's there?” Gareth: “He's a (Bleep) you (Bleep) thing up (bleep) you in the (Bleep) chair with the (Bleep) and knees (bleep) is taking it (Bleep) out that son.” King Richard: “Good Lord, Gareth. Do you kiss my ring with that mouth?” Gareth: “My mum taught me that one.” King Richard: “Oof. (Returning his attention to Madelena and the Jester as they laugh again:) Now, if that fool is tickling my wife's funny bone, it leaves me no choice. I know what I have to do.” The Jester’s Quarters. A Short Time Later. (While sat reading ‘The Habits of Highly Effective Jesters’ the Jester is startled when the King enters his room.) King Richard: (Icily, his sword drawn:) “Hello, Jester. Do you think I'm an idiot? I know precisely what you have been doing with my wife!” Jester: (Screams as the King drives the sword toward his chest:) “Aah!” King Richard: (As the sword bends, laughing:) “It's a bendy sword. Isn't that fantastic?” Jester: (Breathing hard:) “Oh!” King Richard: (Disappointed:) “Not even a giggle. See, this is precisely why I need your help. (Slumps into a chair:) Please teach me to be funny. I'm begging you.” Jester: (Nods his agreement then shrieks as the King thrusts the sword at him again and again:) “Gah! Ohh! Oh! Aah!” King Richard: (Laughs:) “Even when you know it bends, you still think... whoa!” (The Jester gasps while Richard laughs himself silly.)

Zelena’s Dreamscape. (Zelena sits in front of the fireplace, attempting to use her powers to start a fire.) Ivo: (Walking into the room:) “What are you doing out of bed? I smell smoke.” Zelena: “You've taken such good care of me, I wanted to cook for you this time.” Ivo: (Taking a seat by the fireplace:) “You're sweet. How about we do it together? (Offers his hand, which Zelena takes. Now both sitting by the fireplace:) First, you start with the kindling. And then you nurture the flames.” (When Zelena strikes a match and lights the kindling, they move to sit across from the fire.) Zelena: (Sighs:) “Don't you just love how the flames dance? Oh. Sorry. I didn't mean-“ Ivo: “It's okay. I remember. I can picture them in my mind when I feel the heat on my skin. Just like I can picture you when I hear your voice.” Zelena: (Smiles at this:) “What do you see?” Ivo: (Moves to touch her face:) “A passionate smile. Feisty eyes. And a fierce, beautiful heart.” Zelena: “No one's ever said that about me before.” Ivo: “Well, you clearly need more blind men in your life.” (They chuckle.) Zelena: “How did you lose your sight?” Ivo: “It was a logging accident.” Zelena: (Placing her hands on his:) “It must have been so traumatic.” Ivo: “It was a blessing in disguise. Before the accident, I never paid much attention to my children. But after, I-I got to know them in a way I never had before. What I wouldn't give to hear their voices one more time. (Senses the sudden tension in Zelena:) I-Is everything all right?” Zelena: “Yes. It's just, um I think I've overstayed my welcome.” Ivo: “No. Please stay. I like having you here.” Zelena: “I'm sorry. I'll be back soon. I just have to do something first.” (Zelena stands, taking a deep breath and walks from the room with a determined look in her eyes.)

Storybrooke. Granny’s Diner. (Emma and Regina stand outside Granny’s Diner, trying to summon the will to enter.) Emma: “It can’t possibly be as bad as we’re thinking.” Regina: “You weren’t there for the group singing last time.” Emma: “Come on, that was years ago. It’s gotta be different now.” Regina: “Wanna bet?” Emma: (Taking her wife’s hand:) “We don’t have to stay long. Deep breath, here we go.” (Together they climb the steps and enter the diner.) Group: “Surprise!” (As soon as they enter, Emma and Regina are caught off guard by the decorations and beaming faces. The tables have been rearranged to form a circle in the middle of the room. In the centre of the circle are two chairs and another table laden with gifts.) Snow White: (Walking over to give both of them a hug:) “Happy Baby Shower!” Regina: (Shocked:) “A baby shower?” Snow White: “I tried to contact Zelena, but I couldn’t find her.” Emma: “Mom, I… I wish you hadn’t gone to so much trouble.” Snow White: “Oh nonsense, it’s going to be so much fun!” Regina: (Gripping Emma’s hand tightly:) “W-when did you find the time to do all this?” Snow White: (Smiles:) “I’ve been planning this since you first made the announcement. I’m just sorry it’s taken this long.” Emma: (Prizing her hand out of Regina’s grasp, wincing, to herself:) “Not as sorry as I am.” Snow White: (Ushering them forward:) “Come on you two, take your seats, we’ve got lots planned. Starting with games!” Regina: (Reluctantly taking her seat:) “Games?” Ashley: “Yeah, we’ve got all sorts of fun, exciting games for you two to play.” Emma: (Unsure:) “Er… like what?” Aurora: “Don’t Say Baby.” Ashley: “Guess the Baby Food.” Belle: “Guess the Mother’s Measurements.” Regina: “Excuse me?!” Ruby: “Bobbing for Nipples.” Emma: (Panicked:) “What?” Snow White: “Diaper Derby!” Granny: “And my personal favourite… Dirty Diapers.” Emma: “Erm….AHHH (Emma leaps to her feet as Regina digs her nails into her thigh:) T-that all sounds great. But… maybe we should start with the presents?” Snow White: (Beams:) “Like mother, like daughter. I couldn’t wait to open the gifts either. Okay, so who wants to go first?” (While Snow and the others discuss who’s present should be opened first, Emma gingerly retakes her seat beside a thoroughly annoyed Regina.) Emma: (Quietly so only they can hear:) “Look, I had no idea this was happening, I swear.” (Regina is just about to say something when the door opens and Maleficent enters the diner.) Maleficent: “Sorry, I’m late. (Glances around the room, pointedly:) Aurora. Snow White.” Emma: (Turns to face her now smiling wife:) “Did you-” Regina: (Chuckling:) “Now the real party can begin.” (Emma smirks, shaking her head as Regina gives Maleficent a subtle, appreciative nod.)

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gone-to-fight-the-fairies · 7 years

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Head Over Hunt: Part 1

Request: Hi! 🙋🏼 i just found your blog.. you are awesome writer! I see your rqst are open.. could you do some Ketch x reader fics, where she is young hunter (like a sister to Winchesters). She and Ketch are taking some vamp nest together, and on their trip, they both kinda fall in love, but she is young and innocent, and Ketch being Ketch, try to push her.. eventually he gives in, and seek her... some fluff, kiss, smut end.. your call :) tnx

A/N: I wish Tumblr would let me cross out words in the title of posts because I wanted the title to be Head Over Heels Hunts, so now it's just Head Over Hunt.

Also, thanks @aquivercactus for sending in the request. I hope this is similar to what you had in mind. And I've planned at least one other part to this so I'll tag you when I post that.

Pairing: Arthur Ketch x Reader

Warnings: Blood, heavy make-out, groping, implied smut.

Word Count: 2143

The air was cold and chilling when you stepped out of the British Men of Letters owned Chrysler. The light coat couldn't stand against the winter air. As your back met the metal of the vehicle, a shiver ran up your spine. You could've stayed inside the car, where the heater was tuned just to your specific modifications. But the air suffocated you, the heat... it brought it all back; the fight with your brothers. The brisk air, as shallow as it made your breath, felt much more inviting. The chill distracted you from the shit show that was that afternoon. And, as the sun set over the mountains, and the storm clouds moved in, promising snow within the next hour, you wondered if you'd made a mistake in accompanying Arthur Ketch on this hunt.

"You seriously want to go on a hunt with that prick?" Dean had spat, staring down at you with more disdain than he held for Crowley these recent weeks since teaming up with the demon to stop Lucifer.

After the vampires infiltrated the British Men of Letter's bunker, both Mick Davies and Arthur Ketch had been more than impressed with your skill set. At their request, you joined the organization, a little more thoroughly than the Winchesters, since you agreed to go on several hunts with Arthur, alone.

You'd hidden it from your brothers. Claiming to stay at the bunker, or complete simple "errands" hunts while they continued to work with the Brits too, spending time with Mick Davies. But Sam and Dean didn't trust them, especially Ketch.

Dean had been close to shouting when you finally admitted to your brothers that this weekend you'd be hunting with Ketch. Dean had been close to shouting, the only thing keeping him in line was Sam.

"What Dean MEANS to say is, are you sure it's such a good idea?"

"No," Dean stopped his brother. "That's part of it, but I don't trust that British suit wearing monkey for a minute alone with you." He waged a pointed a finger in your face to emphasize his key point. "You aren't going."

Something on your face tipped Dean off. Maybe it was the alarm in your widened eyes or the way you bite your lip; Dean realized the truth.

"You've been already hunting with that creep!" Now he was shouting.

You kept your eyes on your eldest brother, ignoring Sam's shock dissolve into disappointment as you felt yourself losing your grip.

"I'm sorry I hid it from you guys. But I'm not a kid anymore. I can choose who I hunt with." Your tone was even, but lacked even an ounce of empathy, trying to keep your calm steady as Dean glared down at you like a disrespectful child.

Dean didn't say anything in response but turned towards Sam, who tried to keep his face stoic through the entire argument. "Aren't you going to back me up on this?"

"Well," Sam began, rubbing his neck, his shoulders shrugging in defeat. "I'm not completely against Ketch or any of them. They've already been hunting-"

"You're useless," Dean told him before turning back to you for the last time. "Point is, I don't trust him with my little sister. And if I have to pick you up myself and lock you in your room, then by Chuck I will." Dean threatened, standing above you in a dominating fashion.

You flinched as you accidentally scrapped your wounded knuckles on the zipper of your coat. Unaware that in your thoughts, you were zipping up your jacket to stay warm.

You avoided looking at your hand from the time it collided with Dean's face until now. He'd stayed true to his word; the moment he tried to stop you from leaving all of your rage expelled, and it was almost a blur of how you'd managed to get away. You knew your brother loved you, but he'd never treat Sam that way.

"They didn't have the exact disinfectant I was hoping for," Ketch's voice brought you out of your memories. His form illuminating in the gas station light, which should've put him at a disadvantage. But he'd never looked better. It made you wonder how unflattering you appeared. "but this should do the trick."

You took the small bag from Ketch, looking in to realize that he'd also purchased a few bandages for your hand. "Thank you."

"How did you say you received that cut, again?" Ketch's eyes were teasing you, trying to persuade you into telling your secret.

"I didn't," you spoke as you turned your back, walking around the front of the car to get back to the passenger seat. "But if you must know, I fought a band of pirates this morning."

"I see," Ketch played along, bobbing his head as he disconnected the gas pump from the car. "Pirates in the middle of Kanas, what a rare find."

"Exactly." You didn't fight the grin on your face, as you swung your body into the passenger seat, letting the bag rest onto your lap.

When Ketch returned to his seat, you turned towards him. "How much further until we're there?"

"Well, we still have to get through the rest of this bloody state before we reach Wichita Falls, Texas. The GPS says it shouldn't be more than," he tapped a few buttons on the digital screen embedded into the car "four hours. Wait," Ketch paused, cocking a brow at you. "you do this for a living, shouldn't you know how far away we are from our destination?"

"Dean always drives, so I don't really much pay attention."

It was a simple statement, but careless your tone, it reminded Ketch of how much younger you were than your brothers; than him.

"I never quite grasped the age difference between you and your brothers. I mean, Mary must've had you-"

"Mary isn't my mother." It was said with a deadpan. "You don't think we're all one happy, normal hunting family, do you?"

"I beg your pardon?" Ketch said, glancing at you with uncertainty as he drove the car out of the gas station and back onto the deserted road.

"They're only my half-siblings," you clarified for the man, eyes engulfed with the scenery behind the window. "John was a real slut."

Ketch was no longer watching the road, fully immersed in your background. You turned your gaze onto the road, realizing Ketch was gaining speed on the only other car on the road. "Look out!"

Arthur was quick to swerve into the next lane, missing the car by not even a yard. He sped past the rustic truck, leaving it long behind as he grew silent, griping the wheel. In the midst of almost dying, you hadn't wondered about where Ketch's head was at.

Ketch apologized, and seconds later cleared his throat, keeping his eyes glued to the road. He silently cursed himself for almost hitting that car.

It hadn't been the first time you'd enchanted him with your charm. It was why he never rejected Mick's suggestions for Ketch to hunt with you. He enjoyed your company; too much if he were completely honest. He was visually satisfied any time he looked at you, but it was something about your demeanor, the way you held yourself with a calm confidence that was nothing similar to the boastful way he presented himself. It was the first time in a long time Ketch had been interested in more than a woman's body.

But now, he knew he needed to keep his distance. Ketch had to put up a barrier. He couldn't let himself feel anything for you; romance's only purpose was to get in the way; to get you killed.

"So," Ketch attempted to defuse any previous interest he had, but after a few moments, he caved. "How did the Winchesters find you?"

"I actually found them. My mom gave me a number in case something happened to her, so when she died about six years ago I called, and Dean picked up. John was already dead, but I never really wanted to know him anyway."

Ketch remained silent, not sure if he should say anything to what you'd said. He wasn't use to anyone so forthcoming about their lives.

But you mistook his silence for judgment. "Sorry, not everyone has sophisticated British breeding."

Ketch frowned. "You truly believe I am that stuck up?"

"No, just that you have a stick up your ass."

The statement would've pissed Ketch off, should've. But the lowkey grin on your lips made him smile too. Damn, he'd have to learn to stop that.

"Ahhh!" The sound forced a shiver through Ketch's body as he beheaded the last vampire in his sight.

His feet were moving under him before he had realized, running through the cave towards the pitiful sound. Ketch called out your name repeatedly. Seeing red, he searched the tunnels, nearly praying to find you before it was too late.

"Ketch!" Another high-pitched scream. Ketch cursed, the sound bounced off the walls, confusing him of where you were located. He yelled your name again, choosing a direction and hoping it wasn't the wrong one.

After turning the bend, two figures appeared, grappling on the ground like wild animals for dominance. It only took a second for Ketch to realize one of them, was you. The opposing vampire was on top of you, leaning down over your arm as you reached for the discarded machete out of your reach.

Ketch was quick to act, pulling the monster off of you, giving it a merciless end as he gave it a few painful blows before carelessly chopping it neck until beheaded. Covered in blood, Ketch kneeled down at your side.

"Are you alright?"

You nodded until you grimaced in pain when trying to stand. Ketch turned on his flashlight, to see where you were hurt. You flinched back at the light, showcasing your torn arm as you used it to block the light. Ketch noted it was the same one with your worn knuckles.

Ketch took your arm lightly to view before taking your hand in his, ignoring every barrier he'd had in place. "You'll need stitches. We should leave now."

Ketch aided you in standing on your feet, escorting you out of the tunnel, careful to step over the vampires corpses before reaching the fading sunlight of the woods. Ketch attended to your arm immediately after reaching the car. Neither of you spoke, aside from Ketch's apologies whenever you flinched in pain from the needle.

It was getting late; it was dark when Ketch finished, using only the light from the car to stitch you up. You both agreed to rest a night in a hotel before making the drive back home. Exhaustion was the underrated choice of vocabulary for what you both felt.

"Your room's here, across the hall from mine. If you need anything, please let me know," Ketch said once in the hallway of your hotel, turning his back to swipe his key card in the door.

But as he stepped inside, he turned to see you hadn't moved, a partly disappointed expression on your features. "Is it your arm?"

"No, it's just- never mind. Night Ketch," you called, finally entering your room. You shut the door, leaving Ketch alone in the hall.

Ketch stared at the door, several possibilities developing in his mind. What if you ached for him the way he did for you? He couldn't reside in his room knowing it was a possibility. When he could have you all to himself.

The temptation was too great as he stepped into the hall, letting his door shut behind him. He stood in front of your door, debating if he should knock.

Before he knew it, his fist was tapping the door. You opened the door, a little wide-eyed before Ketch leaned in and kissed you.

You instantly gave in, letting Ketch press you against the open door. You swallowed a moan, hungrily kissing Ketch as he was still getting use to the idea that he was, in fact, kissing you.

"I just don't want to be alone tonight," you whispered between kisses.

"I'm here," he motioned for you to wrap your legs around him, instantly pressing his forming bulge against your core.

You moaned slightly, the anticipation going straight between your legs as Ketch walked you further into the bedroom as the door shut closed.

Part 2

Tagging: @blasted-with-salt @jarpadandjensenaremyheroes @deaths-maiden @jensen-jarpad @mycuddlycorner

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warriorqueen1991 · 7 years

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Razorblades And Lemon juice (pt. 10)

Characters: Vampire Negan X Reader

Warnings: fluff, Sexual situations and blood drinking…just lots and lots of blood…shit could borderline blood kink stuff lol ;)

Notes: This chapter is dedicated to @artemisxeros who requested this bit of naughtiness ;)

Don’t forget, if u would like something to happen in this fic or would like to be tagged send me a message… I love hearing from u guys ♡♡♡

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Your head was resting on Negan’s arm when he began to wake.

It had taken a day for his flesh wounds to heal but you were afraid it was gonna be a long process for his spear wound.

He was still incredibly sore, the wound still not fully healed on the inside.

He groaned, rolling over on his side to look at you in confusion “why the hell didn’t you go to bed?”

You lifted your head with a small smile “I was comfortable”. He chuckled as you pulled on the tape to check his wound hissing as it pulled his hair “fuck princess, fast like a fucking band aid remember?… jesus”.

You giggled as you lifted up his bandage to check on the angry flesh.

“How you feeling?”

“Sore as shit, but I gotta get out of this fucking bed” he growled sitting up on the gurney with a tight wince.

Gasping you grabbed his shoulder “take it easy dumbass or you’ll be held up in here longer”.

He growled jerking his arm free “I’ve survived fucking worse” you frowned “Negan please…” he shook his head swinging his legs over the side.

Getting to his feet with a pained groan he limped to one of the nearby counters. You followed close behind him, your eyes drifting to the spot of blood slowly seeping through his bandage.

“Negan!”

He growled, placing his hands on the counter as he dropped his head “darlin fucking stop fussing over me, damn it”.

You moved away from him your eyes dropping to the floor.

Negan took a deep breath wincing slightly as his eyes drifted to you, you could tell he wanted to say something but instead he remained silent. Letting out a heavy sigh you opened the door “I’ve gotta fill the blood bags… I’ll see ya around I guess”.

He bit his lip in frustration “sweetheart I…” shaking your head you pushed out the door.

“Fuck! Y/N wait…” you could hear him calling for you down the hall but you were angry, disappointed…and most of all frustrated.

All you wanted was for him to be ok, so why the hell was he fighting you so damn much?

Deciding you needed some space you took off down the hall your feet pounding against the concrete as you sprinted to your room.

Slamming your door shut you closed your eyes with a frustrated growl.

What were you hoping to accomplish?

He would never see you as anything more than a blood bag that could keep him company.

You liked to think you were friends.

But that’s all you’d ever be.

Slumping down on your bed you dropped your head to your hands, letting out a defeated sigh as you raked your fingers through your hair.

A loud knock broke the silence making you flinch, your eyes darting to the door.

“Fuck!…shit princess please open the fucking door”.

You rubbed your shoulders nervously before getting to your feet, placing your hand on the door with a grimace.

“Negan…I just want to be alone…ok?”

A pained groan muffled in through the wood “I’m sorry…can we fucking talk…please”.

Wincing at his pleading tone you twisted the knob, letting the door swing open.

Negan practically fell into your room as you grabbed his shoulder “jesus Negan what did you do?”

His bandage was now saturated with blood, his leather jacket hanging loosely over his bare torso. Wincing you helped him move to your bed to sit down “I ran” he chuckled.

Letting out an exasperated sigh you shook your head as you sat next to him.

“your an idiot, you know that right?” you hissed jabbing him in the shoulder. He smiled “yeah I know” sighing you peeled his bandage from his stomach narrowing your eyes “why the hell did you run?”

He coughed leaning back against the wall “you’re the only fucking friend I have” he rasped. Biting your lip you grabbed one of your shirts to clean up around his wound, silently thanking god it was red. He groaned as you pressed the cloth against him “can’t waist time being a fucking prick”.

You smiled “apology accepted…but you’re still an idiot”.

He laughed “that I am…” his golden eyes drifted to you as he grasped your hand. “I’ve been living in the past…I spent years wandering these fucking halls just…” he waved his hand “ fucking talking to myself”.

Leaning your head on his shoulder you smiled softly as he continued “there were days when I could fucking swear I heard her voice…��.

You looked up at him, your eyes misting over “I’m so sorry Negan” he tilted his head down to look at you, his eyes soft “it’s ok" he let out a heavy sigh “Lucille’s been gone for a long fucking time sweetheart” he rasped.

“And it’s taking me a long time to fucking realize it…but…” he tapped his head “She’s in here…not in this fucking place…not in that damn room”. He shook his head “I’ll never fucking forget her…”

you nodded rolling your lips as you snuggled into his side, moving so he was facing you he gently moved you to look at him.

“But she would want me to be happy…if…if she wanted me to be in a fucking prison she would’ve left me in the one she fucking found me in”.

You were watching him silently as he moved his hands to cup your cheeks.

“…and…I haven’t been happy in a long fucking time…until…”

You furrowed your brow “until?”

His eyes drifted to your mouth before he leaned forward pressing his lips to yours making you gasp. Sucking on your lip gently, he pulled back before connecting your lips once more. His hands were spread gently across your neck, his thumbs caressing your jaw as he urged your mouth open to welcome his tongue.

Moaning you moved closer to him fisting the material on his thighs. He purred, your tongue caressing his fangs as you pulled away slightly to breathe his glowing eyes heavy as he looked down at you through his lashes.

“Until now” he breathed out.

You were waiting to be jerked viciously from this dream as he moved to kiss you again.

But reality reared it’s ugly head as you rubbed your hands down his chest making him wince.

You you jerked back with a gasp.

“Ne…Negan you shouldn’t move around a lot…not with your injury”

He growled, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck “wanna fucking help me out with that princess?”

Your chest was heavy.

Your hands sliding up over his shoulders to grip his hair as he began licking your neck in long warm strokes.

Moaning out in desperation you fisted his dark locks “ye…yes” you gasped.

You had missed his mouth on you.

Taking your right hand he moved it down to his bandage so you could peel it off him.

Growling softly against your skin he sunk his fangs deep into your neck making you scream out in pleasure, arching up against him.

Placing your hand on his wound you continued to moan as you felt his skin stitching itself back together, you were healing him physically and mentally.

Pushing you back slowly, he moved in over you his mouth never leaving your neck as he placed one hand on the bed while the other caressed your neck.

Shifting your legs to allow him to rest comfortably between them, you used your free hand to work the leather from his shoulders.

As you felt his once damaged skin smooth over under your fingers, you ran your right hand up his body and over his jaw smearing his blood across his skin. Negan purred deeply, gripping your throat as he pulled away to lap at the blood that ran down your neck.

You were panting and mewling beneath him as his long fangs ran down your flesh teasingly.

Groaning as he ran his tongue back up your neck he once again sealed his lips over your seeping puncture wounds.

“Ahhh ohhh Negan!” you keened gripping his hair roughly as he sucked on your tender flesh. He grunted against you as he gripped your neck tighter, the vibrations from his groans and purrs sent shivers and wetness straight to your core.

You were trembling as you ran your hands down his back clawing his skin, the red trails instantly healing behind your fingertips.

Taking a rough pull of blood from your throat his body rubbed against yours gently.

You felt like you were floating.

Your legs were shaking as you moved them up his thighs, your body thrumming in pleasure. Negan bit harder into your skin making you writhe beneath him, a deep growl vibrating against you.

Placing a bloody hand on his throat you gently rubbed his neck as you felt him swallowing your blood letting out soft groans with each bob of his adam’s apple.

Gripping his head you winced as he snarled around your flesh, making obscene sucking noises as he continued to feast off you.

Letting out a loud moan you attempted to grind up against him for some relief but his large hand pinned you to the bed.

Slamming your eyes shut you screamed out in pleasure as he pulled against your skin with his teeth, a slight tinge of fear jolting up through your spine.

He could easily rip your throat out.

The thought of how intimately you were dancing with death brought a surprising amount of pleasure shooting through your body.

It felt like electricity.

The connection between the two of you was so breathtaking…so powerful.

Your mind was getting fuzzy as he suctioned his lips firmly on your skin sucking painfully hard as you arched up against him.

Your eyes snapped open in shock as your throbbing heat gushed out your unexpected release inside your panties.

Negan pulled away from your throat with a loud groan, his glowing eyes wide as you gripped his face whining, trembling at the mercy of your orgasam.

Your blood was dripping off his chin onto your shirt as he gasped “holy fucking shit!”.

Taking deep shuddering breathes to try and calm down, you gasped as he leaned forward to lick your sensitive wounds. letting out a tiny whimper you gripped his hair, your mouth hanging open.

He chuckled against your flesh “jesus fucking christ darlin…I didn’t even touch you and you went off like old fucking faithful”.

You couldn’t stop the deep blush painting your skin as embarrassment settled in your stomach.

Groaning he licking up the blood that had escaped his lips to run down your throat.

Pushing against him gently, you bit your lip to ashamed of your lack of control to speak.

Negan on the other hand was pleasantly blood drunk, his lips running up your heated jawline as he panted against you.

“Don’t be embarrassed princess, the feelings fucking mutual”

You fluttered your eyes to look at his blood streaked face and soft glowing eyes, his hair sticking up from your fingers. You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face “I…I couldn’t help…my…myself” you breathed heavily as he licked up your cheek with a heavy groan.

Pressing his forehead to yours he grunted “fuck you tasted fucking amazing”. You gasped tugging on his hair as you leaned up to lick his blood off his cheek.

“So do you”

Growling, he met your lips in a heated kiss as you grasped his jaw his hand gripping your throat softly.

You winced making him pull back, placing your hand on your head you let out a deep exhale.

He frowned “shit…i’m sorry darlin” he rasped quickly sitting back to help you up as you gasped rubbing your head.

“I’m…I’m ok Negan I’m just a little light headed”.

He hummed rubbing your back before getting to his feet.

“I’ll get you some food and water…just stay here and rest, ok?” you nodded with a smile as he quickly left your room.

You let out a harsh puff of air “holy shit”, shifting uncomfortably you quickly took off your pants flinging your soiled panties onto a pile of clothes near your dresser.

You would need to ask Negan if he knew of any nearby streams you could hopefully wash your clothes in.

Shuffling through your available garmets you quickly grabbed a pair of loose fitting lounge pants. As soon as you slid them up your hips the door burst back open, Negan paused to look at you.

His eyes darting to your thumbs still resting beneath your waistband.

“I uh…brought you some food”

You blushed rolling your lips as you quickly moved your hand to adjust your fitted tee shirt.

“Thank you”

He smiled moving to place the small tray on your bed before gesturing to it “you should eat”.

Nodding you moved to sit back on the mattress as he took up his previous seat.

“You don’t mind if I stay do you?”

Giggling you shook your head “I’d love the company, as long as you don’t mind watching me eat?” he gave you a heated look before licking his lips “you watch me eat all the time”.

You bit your lip as you picked up a slice of bread nibbling it slowly as he watched you closely. Taking a long swig from the bottle of water at your feet you cleared your throat.

“so you told me you never leave the compound…so where does all this food come from?”

He blinked shaking his head “oh…uh there’s a community that still leaves offerings in the woods to…uh ward me off”. You swallowed thickly “why would they do that?” he shrugged “back when it was just me and Lucille I told them that if they didn’t give me fucking food for her…I…I would kill them”.

You frowned “Negan why did you let them continue after she died?…you have no use for this stuff, you’re just letting it rot…and for what…power?”

He looked to the floor “I…I don’t know…I guess I figured if they fucking feared me they’d leave me the fuck alone”.

Sighing you moved the tray behind you as you scooted closer to him “Negan let me talk to them…I can try to plant food here maybe get this place up and running again…”

He growled grasping your face “no…I don’t want you going to those people”.

You shook your head “I don’t want to give them a reason to attack you”.

He furrowed his brow “then do nothing…please” you looked to the night sky through your windows, the soft glow of your candles making shadows dance across the wall.

Letting your eyes drift back to him you nodded “fine”.

He sighed “I’ve disappointed you?”

You smiled gently sliding your hand over his to grip it firmly “no…i’m just worried, I don’t want anything to happen to you”.

He looked at you with soft smile “I feel the same about you princess…I’ll be careful I promise…we’ll fucking figure this shit out”.

Leaning forward to kiss him gently you smiled against his lips “I trust you Negan”.

He chuckled “you’re fucking crazy”

You smiled biting his lip “only for you”

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