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huge-enthusiast · 3 years

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Miraculous fic recomendations!!

This is just an excuse to show all my bookmarks? Yes. Yes, it is. I'm pretty sure most of this fics are really popular, but try see if you find something you didn't knew about!

All of the fics will be rated Teen and up audiences or lower. Also if I don't put the author's tumblr is because they didn't put it in the fic or/and I couldn't find it.

Pairing: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug

knowing you by emsylcatac (they are not really the author of the fic but that's the account that says in the fic, the actual author doesn't have an account).

After dropping their transformations months ago, Marinette and Adrien see each other for the first time after being apart. They've both left too much unsaid and have to work to pick up the pieces of their confused hearts.

Chapters: 1/1

Post-reveal but mostly ladynoir, light angst with happy ending.

the last day on earth by Reiaji

The first time Marinette sees Chat Blanc, she's fourteen years old. The second time, fifteen—the third time, seventeen.

The closer she grows to Adrien, the harder it is to save him.

Chapters: 1/1

Post-reveal lovesquare, kinda heavy angst, hopeful ending.

tell me something i don't know by carpisuns (@carpisuns here on tumblr)

Do you think it still means something? To love someone, even if the universe said you had to?

The odds of having a soulmate are about negative one billion (or something like that). But somehow, like they always have, Marinette and Chat Noir find themselves together. They’re ready to finally tell each other everything, but it turns out that even soulmates have to keep secrets, and while their bond draws them together, duty forces them apart.

Chapters: currently 17/28 (WIPs can be exhausting but this one is 100% worth the wait!)

Mostly marichat but almost all of the lovesquare sides make an appearance, soulmates au, mostly fluff but it can get angsty if it wants to.

One Thing After Another by SKayLanphear

Marinette notices that, sometimes, Adrien acts a little out of the ordinary--like the time he stood in a cardboard box for no reason, or when he actually hissed at Nino. It's only when she starts to notice the similarities between Adrien and a certain feline that she begins to get suspicious.

Basically, Adrien acts like a cat when he probably shouldn't.

Chapters: 15/15

Mostly adrienette with one sided reveal by Marinette's side, miraculous side effects (by both sides wich is really cool!), it's fluff with a lil tiny angst for drama.

This would take some getting used to by Codango (@codango here on tumblr!)

Adrien peeked out from behind the chimney even as the magic of his own Chat Noir mask fell away.

She was still visible, her dark hair bobbing under the street lamps a couple blocks away.

“Marinette.”

Adrien blew out a confused breath. His fiery Ladybug… was the quiet little mouse who sat behind him in class?

“What. The.”

This… would take some getting used to.

Chapters: 8/8

Adrienette with one sided reveal by Adrien's part, awkward flirting, just fluff, nothing to worry about.

comfort food also by Reiaji!

In Marinette's house, cooking is a language of love, and Marinette loves Adrien more than most.

Chapters: 1/1

Adrienette with a little of ladynoir, super super fluff, a lot of insight into Marinette's chinese heritage.

The right side of his face by walkingonthestars (@hamsternamedmarinette here on tumblr!)

Marinette and Adrien are able to remain in their new seats in the back of the room at the end of Chameleon.

Chapters: 1/1

Adrienette, fluff with light angst.

it's a long way forward so trust in me by aloneintherain (@captainkirkk here on tumblr!)

“You’re not the only strong one around here, Chat,” Marinette said. She looked a little winded, but she wasn’t struggling to hold him up.

This close up, he could see the freckles on the bridge of her nose. He could see how that smug smile lit up her eyes. He could feel the strain of her arms—and wow, okay, he really wasn’t the only person around here with muscles.

Six times Marinette carried Adrien (plus one time he carried her).

Chapters: 1/1

All the sides of the lovesquare! Fluff with LOTS of mutual pining.

a fight that you were born to lose also by aloneintherain

When the prosecution starts throwing around the word victim in reference to Adrien, he has to stuff his hands under his thighs to keep himself from bolting out of the courtroom.

Adrien had felt unsafe during those last few weeks, but, until he had woken up and seen Father silhouetted in his bedroom doorway, that had only been paranoia. Father was controlling and cold, but he wasn’t hateful. Adrien was isolated. He was often hungry. And some weeks ago, when he had snuck out to visit Nino, sitting thigh-to-thigh on his bed while Adrien cried in that silent, crumbling way of his, he hadn’t argued when Nino put a hand on his shoulder and said, tentatively, That’s abuse.

But Adrien remembers being small and Father touching his hair after he’d aced another test; Father holding his scribbled drawings like they were something precious, and framing them around his office; Father, dressed as Hawkmoth, his eyes wild behind the mask, lashing his sword against Adrien’s baton; Father, collapsed against Mum, crying into her ashy hair.

Adrien finds out Gabriel is Hawkmoth, and Gabriel gets to bring his long-waited plan into action.

Chapters: 1/1

This one doesn't really focus in the ship that much as is an Adrien character study and an exploration of his relationship with his father, but they're still there so I put them here. Really heavy angst (this is one of this fics that haunt me in the middle of the night) with a happy ending. ❗TW: parental abuse, eating disorders❗

Supercut by LNC

Marinette loves her friends and Adrien can't deal.

Chapters: 1/1

Post-reveal lovesquare, again light angst, an exploration of Adrien's insecurities, Marinette Dupain-Cheng deserves the world, happy ending.

Madame Snare by jettiebettie

“Sounds like a lot of work for nothing. She should take this as a sign to have a relaxing weekend with no responsibilities.”

“It's a lot of work she put her whole heart into. It wouldn't be right for it to go to waste,” Adrien whispers to him. The look on Marinette's face is enough to cause Adrien's own heart to ache. If anyone deserves the satisfaction and pride from a job well done, it's her.

“Too bad there isn't anyone else who can walk in those death traps,” Plagg says. Adrien hums in thought, tapping his chin.

“I could.”

Chapters: 1/1

Marichat, episode-based, Chat Noir in a dress!!!, light angst but it's mostly just idiots being idiots and a lot of fun.

in the same sun by peachcitt (@peachcitt here on tumblr!)

"It’s hard to believe that I saw you last at the peak of summer, when the sun was close and warm - and so were you. It should go without saying that I miss you. I miss you something terrible."

"It’s been seven months to the day since I’ve seen you. I wish you were here more than anything else."

Two letters, signed with initials instead of names, found in Paris, France.

Chapters: 1/1

Ladynoir, just angst, that's it, written like letters. No ending, just pain.

an uncurtain discovery by Missnoodles (@ladyofthenoodle here on tumblr!)

When he returns from school on Wednesday afternoon, Adrien discovers the darkness in his own home. He struggles to come to terms with it. To his utter mortification and delight, Ladybug is nearby to rescue him.

(He does not discover that his father is supervillain. That will happen on a different Wednesday.)

Chapters: 1/1

Ladrien, it says it's crack, and don't get me wrong, is super funny, but I also found it sad as fuck?

An Open Secret by Kasienda

Adrien whirled around toward Marinette. She smiled at him.

He couldn’t smile back. He stared at her like the dumb blond model that he was often accused of being.

Something shifted in her expression. And her warm open Marinette smile transformed into Ladybug’s grin. He was looking at Ladybug right now.

He knew Ladybug’s name!

Her name was Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

And he couldn’t say anything! Not to Marinette! Not even to Plagg, who had confided two weeks prior that Master Fu was growing increasingly paranoid since the location of his home and hideout had been compromised. Their master had apparently decided that Chat Noir and Ladybug would have to give up their miraculouses if they ever discovered each other’s identities.

It wasn’t fair!

...

A fic where they both know, but can't openly talk about it.

Chapters: 4/4

Post-reveal... but is it? Mostly adrienette and ladynoir, fluff with light angst and them being absolute idiots at hiding their secret identity.

golden (like daylight) by okayanna (@anna-scribbles here on tumblr!)

Friendship, Adrien decided, shaking off the mental image of Marinette’s hurricane eyes and hesitant mouth, parted in a small, careful “o.” He had a very strong friendship with Marinette. That was all.

Adrien thinks a lot about words, love, and Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Chapters: 1 + epilogue

Adrienette but has lots of ladynoir, another Adrien character study because I hate myself, it tries to not be angst but the writing will punch you in the guts and make you cry, it's so good.

Strangers in the Bright Lights by poodles (@ladybeug here on tumblr!)

Adrien is about two drinks in when he sees a girl at the end of the bar wearing black cat ears. It's kind of weird, so he watches her, and although it's crowded he can see her face when she turns around. She’s wearing a Chat Noir mask. He takes a quick look around- nobody else is wearing a mask. Just her.

Adrien finishes his gin martini and heads over to her. He could use some company tonight anyways, he hasn’t told anyone he’s back in Paris and Nathalie won’t arrive in town for another month. And it’s been a rough day, okay? A rough move! He’s not sure he wants to be back yet, and he spent most of the day in the Agreste mansion sorting through some photographs of his father he found in the study. Maybe he wants a drink and some stranger to tell him he’s pretty! That’s not a crime, is it?

Chapters: 1/1

Adrienette but it's also ladrien??? I think??? It's super super angsty but they're both drunk the entirety of the fic so it's also really funny.

Pick-Up and Chase by also SKayLanphear

After she accidentally trips into Adrien and apologizes about "falling for him," Marinette learns that he's no match for cheesy pick-up lines--whether they were unintended or not. And while she finds it flattering that he turns into a flustered mess with only a few words, Marinette comes to regret making him uncomfortable. That is, until she learns he's Chat Noir. At which point the phrase "just deserts" becomes a permanent fixture in her everyday plans.

A story in which Adrien is flustered, Marinette is smooth as glass at dropping lines, and Chat Noir gets the romance he was always asking for--even if he doesn't quite know how to handle it.

Chapters: 10/10

Adrienette with one sided reveal by Marinette's side, it doesn't say it in the tags but I'm pretty sure the characters are much older than they actually are in the show, so much fluff and so much flirting.

Pairing: Alya Césaire/Nino Lahiffe

Nino Has Done Nothing To Deserve This by GuardianKarenTerrier (@guardiankarenterrier here in tumblr)

It's nothing, really- just an innocent comment, a joke. But when they hear it, Nino and Alya come to a realisation.

There were, in retrospect, dozens upon dozens of hints. Now that they're suddenly aware of all their friend's flimsy excuses and rushed explanations, they're not only sure how they've missed it, they're not sure how anyone else has either. They realise that it had to be magic protecting their friends- and that same magic has ceased to work on the two of them.

Well, this means they'll just have to start watching over their friends themselves.

Chapters: 7/7

This is more a found family fic than anything else, Alya and Nino are the mom friend, has light angst but it's mostly identity shenanigans in the most bizarre way. ❗TW: eating disorders❗

christmas lights by demistories

Nino checks up and down the street, checking to make sure there’s no raging akuma headed his way before he crosses quickly and ducks inside the small café. He closes the door quickly before the icy air can blow inside and tugs his beanie down over his ears. He spots Alya sitting alone in the corner.

Chapters: 1/1

Just fluff!! Really short but really sweet.

hold on, i still want you also by Missnoodles!

Written for the @thedjwifizine ! Wich I also recommend if you wanna binge a lot of djwifi fics while also looking at amazing art!!!

Five times Alya ran into her ex, and the one time he stopped being her ex.

Chapters: 1/1

Light angst with a happy ending! I don't really like the ex-lovers to lovers trope but this one is the only exception.

I will continue to expand the list in the future! But by now I hope I was helpful in the search of new fics!

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link4eva · 3 years

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Kiro’s Mind’s Quest: Infatuation Play Translation Part 2 [CN]

Hey! Here’s Part 2 of Infatuation Play. Here is Part 1 if you haven’t read it yet.

Enjoy~ 💛

*Spoilers for future content below!*

[Chapter 4]

MC: It seems I’ve put too much salt in the seasoning….

MC: If it’s salty…. add more water!

Kiro: Haha.

Kiro was amused by what I said, and he shook off a piece of beef and tasted it.

Kiro: Good to eat!

Kiro also gave me a piece, the evening light leaked in from the window, reflecting a small layer of fluff on his face.

In the steam, the spicy and delicious smell seemed to dispel the previously unremarkable smell in the house.

I took a sip of soda and brought up the topic from before. *Changed some wording*

MC: By the way, in addition to encountering the big challenge of an actor’s career, filming NG….

MC: Is there anything else that left an impression on you?

Kiro looked down and thought about it seriously.

Kiro: Does scaring a crying kid count?

MC: Of course!

Kiro smiled when he saw the eagerness on my face to hear the story.

Kiro: This scene is also related to entering the character state.

Kiro: In order to maintain this state, I kept myself bored in the hotel room for a long time….

Kiro: Probably because of my routine, no one reminded me.

Kiro: Later, I didn’t know the exact time anymore. When I came out, I felt that I had been in the dark for a long time.

Kiro: I realized that I was a bit too immersed, so I went to buy a bottle of soda to take a break.

Kiro: Then I met a kid in the crew…. I didn’t do anything, he just saw me and then cried.

Kiro’s voice was very low, and the hot pot gurgled.

I think of Kiro’s immersive performance on the screen, and then I dig a little deeper into what he said just now-- *Changed some wording*

It was as if he had a bitter fruit in his heart, and he desperately wanted to hide it from me. The more bitter it was, the stronger the taste.

In the end, the fruit still found its way into my heart.

I sniffed and couldn’t help joking.

MC: From another perspective, that kid got to watch a scene for free.

Kiro raised his eyes, and I continued with a smile.

MC: I want to watch the exclusive performance of the big star Kiro too!

MC: Thinking about it this way, I feel a little jealous.

I took his hand and his fingertips quivered slightly.

Kiro: Don’t you think I’m not doing well enough? As a professional actor, I shouldn’t be in this situation.

I shook my head.

MC: Remember, you asked me before if there was anything interesting about this business trip.

MC: In fact, in the city where I was on business, there would be lively gatherings at night on the street next to the hotel.

MC: Looking down from the balcony, there are clusters of lights, and everyone sits on the steps and chats casually.

MC: When I saw it, I was thinking, “I must bring Kiro here next time. He will love the sparkling cider here.”

I looked at Kiro brightly. He seemed to be imagining the scene I described with slight waves in his eyes.

MC: I want to share with you all the good and bad, brilliant and lonely times.

MC: You can be imperfect, you can have lonely and dark moments because I will be with you.

MC: We share each other’s lives. No matter what life it is, as long as we experience it together, it is enough.

Those blue eyes staring at me seemed to be lit by some kind of warm light for a moment, filled with soft emotions.

I paused and asked him softly.

MC: I remember that every time you acted in a play, you would bid farewell to them at the end.

MC: You said that you were lucky to participate in a period of their lives and experienced their emotions.

MC: So in the end, you have to bid farewell to the partners you have been working with….

MC: Looking forward to another time and space, they will continue their lives.

MC: Did you say goodbye this time?

Kiro looked at me and suddenly reached out and wiped the oil stains on my lips.

The boiling of the hot pot sounded and there seemed to be some fragments of emotions in his eyes that had melted silently.

He paused, turned his head and raised the bear cup on the table. He raised it in the air, the emotions in his eyes were clear and calm.

Kiro: Americano is still too bitter, I prefer to drink soda.

Kiro: The hot pot made by Miss Chips is delicious. As long as you are with her, even the little things like walking your dog to the supermarket are worth remembering.

His gaze flickered over the neatly coded script on the sofa, and there was a sense of relief in his voice.

Kiro: What you didn’t find, I did.

Kiro: In the time and space I don’t know, you will definitely find what you want, and come back to shine on the stage again.

Kiro: Now, it’s time to say goodbye to you.

The starry sky is gentle, and the steam from the hot pot rises, almost like a response. The wind blows the curtains and the room is full of starlight. *Changed some wording*

We are both covered.

(Cut to the living room)

MC: What’s going on with Cello lately? She seems to be more irritable.

MC: Not only did she knock over the sunflower vase in the living room, but also bit her tail….

I pet Cello who was being held in Kiro’s arms and spoke tentatively.

It is said that the mood of pets will be influenced by the owner. Is Cello….?

Kiro looked away with a guilty conscience.

Kiro: Maybe it’s because the season makes everyone more irritable.

Kiro: [coughs] Just leave her be, save the sunflower first.

He found a new vase in the cabinet and handed it to me. I trimmed the sunflower’s branched and leaves that had been bitten by Cello.

Kiro sat cross-legged across from me and stared at me without blinking. I was a little embarrassed to be stared at.

MC: What are you looking at?

Kiro tilted his head at me and his blond hair swayed slightly. It was obviously a naughty action, but the smile in his eyes was very gentle.

Kiro: Of course I was looking at Miss Chips.

Kiro: Looking at your actions, expressions, the flower in your hand, and….

Kiro’s tone was stretched out and I followed his gaze to see the light-coloured hairband on the side of my head.

The soft end of the hairband slid down my neck and onto my skin.

MC: KI-RO!

I blushed for a moment and when I was hurriedly trying to retie my hairband, my hand was suddenly grabbed.

I looked up and under the frivolity of the sun, I didn’t know when Kiro got so close to me that I could see the creases on his lips.

His gaze fell on the end of my hair. He tucked the hairband lightly and winked at me.

Kiro: Miss Chips, let me help you.

Without waiting for my answer, he took a strand of my hair and maneuvered his hands dexterously, rubbing my earlobes with his fingertips which caused a burst of scorching heat.

The hairband is like a streamer that can be held in his hand, and he is the creator of beauty.

The mood is changing silently at this moment as we stay so close. *Changed some wording*

No matter how difficult the moments we encounter are, they will definitely be healed in the accompanying time.

After a while, Kiro held my face and looked at it with satisfaction.

Kiro: That’s it.

I reached up to touch the hairband and couldn’t help but smile. *Changed some wording*

MC: You even tied a small bow!

Kiro: Of course, this is the exclusive mark of Kiro.

Kiro picked up the end of the hairband and looked down at me tenderly. His blue eyes were like a vast and boundless sea and I willingly indulged in it.

(Cut to morning)

The morning light was in the room and the sound of the phone vibrating awakened me from my sleep. I picked up the phone and pressed the answer button.

MC: Kiki? What’s wrong?

Kiki: Boss, the project you flew abroad to talk about has passed!

Kiki: Anna received the letter of intent last night, and the person in charge there said that he hoped the date of the contract signing could be confirmed today.

Kiki: Where are you now? Come and visit the company!

MC: Okay, I’ll be there.

I hung up and turned my head, Kiro’s sleeping face came into view.

He seems to be having a good sleep and his lips are slightly upturned, he looks particularly meek. *Changed some wording*

MC: ….

It looks like he is still a little sick. *Changed some wording*

The lack of sleep made my brain work a little slow, so I shook my head in an attempt to wake myself up a bit.

Just as I was hesitating whether to go, Kiro woke up with a hint of sleepiness in his eyes. He was startled when he saw my neatly dressed look.

Kiro: [cute sleepy voice] Is something happening at the company?

(If you pick “No”)

Seeing Kiro’s still pale cheeks, I shook my head and smiled at him.

MC: Nothing, I was just talking to Kiki.

But Kiro looked at me and suddenly smiled.

Kiro: Miss Chips, you should go do more important things first.

Kiro: I will wait here for you to come back.

Seeing him look at me quietly, I nodded gently.

(If you pick “yes”)

I was conflicted for a moment and then nodded honestly.

MC: There is a little situation that needs to be dealt with, but….

Before I finished speaking, I saw Kiro stretch out lazily with a slight smile in his tone.

Kiro: I will wait for your return.

He looked no different from what I was familiar with. I hesitated for a moment and finally nodded gently.

[Memory Silhouette]

MC: Hahahahahaha! This episode is so funny!

I laughed so much that my cheeks hurt and I had to lean against Kiro’s arms. He opened his arms and caged me in them.

Kiro: Is the way I eat mustard so funny?

I lifted my head and looked at him as he asked me.

The sun was shining on us warmly through the French windows, Kiro’s milk fragrance also wrapped around the tip of my nose. I couldn’t help but squeeze his cheek with my hand.

MC: No, but I like it.

MC: Didn’t someone say that if there is a person who can keep you smiling, then he must be an important presence in your life.

MC: You make me laugh without even thinking about it, your existence turns cloudy days into sunny ones. *Changed some wording*

As if he had accepted my theory, Kiro no longer struggled with his expression about the variety show, so he clicked the button to continue playing.

Kiro: Okay, I agree with Miss Chips.

This variety show has Kiro as a guest appearance. When he participated in the show, he had not yet joined the cast to make a movie. The show was as bright as a little sun.

In the space between the advertisements, I quickly glanced sideways at the person next to me.

Over the past few days, I can feel his gradual relaxation.

It’s not that I’m always vigilant, telling myself that I have to be happy in front of him, but because when I’m with him, I can relax and smile.

I liked this relaxed and soft Kiro.

MC: But speaking of it, in this variety show, I see you in a way that I don’t usually see.

MC: Planting seedlings, bargaining with the owner of a small shop, and making mosquitos nests by yourself.

MC: So Kiro turned out to be a secret master of life?

MC: So when I was making homemade cranberry cupcakes, a certain superstar asked me to teach him how to beat the egg yolks?

After being questioned, Kiro gave a cheeky “um”.

Kiro: That’s because, in the cast, I need to play the image of SuperHero. This is my job.

Kiro: But in front of Miss Chips, I can be willful and not so perfect, can’t I? *Changed some wording*

He looked at me with a smile in his eyes, like an afternoon orange soda full of refreshing taste.

MC: You said that…. I can’t refute it.

Although I said that, I couldn’t help but laugh.

MC: But two people mixing the egg yolk batter together is always more interesting than doing it alone.

There was constant laughter on screen. I looked at Kiro who was always smiling on the screen and couldn’t help but lean into his arms.

His chin rested on my shoulder from behind and his warm breath brushed my neck.

It’s always a good time to need each other and be together. *Changed some wording*

MC: Next time, teach me how to make a mosquito net.

MC: Maybe in the future when we go on a trip, it will be useful.

Kiro: Okay, let’s make a big and beautiful mosquito net.

MC: Huh? Why does it have to be so big?

Kiro: It can be used as an open-air tent. If you watch the stars at night, you don’t have to worry about being bitten by bugs.

I couldn’t help being amused by Kiro’s serious tone.

MC: Okay, let’s do it together.

Time is moving slowly and quietly, walking forward with a lazy pace. The lazy rest is close to the not-so-perfect Kiro.

Put together a cupcake with a honey-flavoured centre. *Changed some wording*

[Chapter 5]

When I had walked halfway towards the company, I decided to pull out my phone and call Kiki.

MC: Kiki, there are some things on my end that I can’t get away from. You can help me with the people from the other company and change the meeting to a virtual one.

MC: The contract has been sorted out, I will send it to them later. You are responsible for monitoring the online meeting.

Kiki: Mhhm, okay. Sounds good, boss.

After temporarily solving the company’s problems, I returned to Kiro’s house.

In order to avoid disturbing Kiro, who might still be asleep, I opened the door very quietly.

But when I entered through the door, I saw Kiro sitting cross-legged on the floor with his back facing me.

Kiro: Cello, don’t move.

A cat’s tail came out from his side, swinging back and forth uncomfortably, but was caught by Kiro in the next second.

Kiro: A few days ago, I didn’t play with you, which made you unhappy with me.

He was talking to himself, then sighed slightly.

Kiro: From now on I will play with you every day, but you are not allowed to bite your tail.

Kiro: If you bite your tail bald again, I will confiscate your dried fish!

Hearing what he said, I couldn’t help but laugh.

Kiro turned around when he heard the sound and when I saw Cello resting in his arms, I opened my eyes wide.

MC: You made a small flower for her bald spot.

A small flower made of pink wool is tied around Cello’s tail, which was probably taken from Kiro’s clothes. It covered most of the bald spot.

Kiro: Miss Chips, why are you back so soon?

Kiro was a little taken back, but because of my presence, there was an unconcealed smile in his eyes.

As I walked to Kiro’s side, I creased my eyes and opened my mouth.

MC: Because the witty Miss Chips changed the meeting to an online one, if it is synchronized with the time abroad, it will not start until the evening.

Kiro touched his chin thoughtfully.

Kiro: In other words, before the meeting, you still have a lot of time alone with me.

MC: You can think of it like that.

Suddenly I saw the familiar sly smile in his eyes. I was stunned for a second as I realized something and then took a step back cautiously.

Kiro smiled innocently and brilliantly.

Kiro: Miss Chips can’t run away, you came back to me by “getting caught” by my net. *Changed some wording*

In the next second, he hugged my waist and his presence hit me overwhelmingly.

Cello jumped to the ground, licked her paws, and curiously tilted her head to look at everything in front of her.

Kiro led me to the sofa where I sat in his arms, my heartbeat still a little fast.

Kiro chuckled.

Kiro: Why does Miss Chips look like as if I’m going to do something bad?

His palm touched my bare back, arousing a shudder.

He looked down at me, but there was nothing else in his eyes other than like.

I think of his unusual moments these past few days and my heart can’t help but feel moved.

The next second, I reached out and hooked my arms around Kiro’s neck. Kiro looked at me in a daze.

MC: Kiro, all the things that happen to you, I want to be the first person to share them with you.

I paused.

MC: Just as happiness and sadness are all the flavours of life we must experience;

MC: I want to be together in those bleak moments that must be experienced.

MC: Because--friction generates heat.

MC: So next time if you feel empty, let me stay with you.

MC: Let me fill your time.

Kiro’s eyes seemed to have a small sparkle of light in them after hearing my words.

After a while, I was pulled by Kiro and fell back into his arms.

Following his movements, my bag fell to the ground and a clear sound rang out. Kiro turned his head and glanced, leaning over and picking up a lipstick.

I reached out to take the lipstick, but Kiro grabbed my wrist.

He looked at me and suddenly put some on his lips slowly.

In the small and charming space, all his movements seemed to be slow and carefully planned, which made me suddenly think of the fragments I saw in the lens.

Kiro: While eating hot pot, Miss Chips said that she regretted not being able to see my exclusive performance.

He paused for a moment and gave a grin.

Kiro: Well now you can.

He raised his hand and the hot red in his palm brushed my hair and then letting it fall onto my back, bringing the smell of spices.

It’s like a light kiss.

I stiffened for a moment, only to feel that the spot touched by him was burning like fire, making me want to get closer.

MC: Kiro….

I muttered Kiro’s name softly. As if receiving some kind of response, he suddenly took my hand.

Then he lowered his head slightly and pressed his warm lips to my wrist.

Kiro: I’m here.

There was a warm touch from his skin and Kiro’s lips were still pressed against my wrist, but he lifted his eyes to look at me.

I blushed suddenly and wanted to lower my head and look away. The next second, I was firmly grasped with his other hand.

He held my hand and guided my fingertips past his lips.

His look was seductive, like a fairy falling into the world, unknowingly attracting me.

But perhaps, he knew it.

Kiro: Now I am sure that you have filled the most precious time in my world.

His blue eyes are as gentle as the sea and there is only a small me inside of them.

He looked at me and got closer, hot breath fell on the side of my neck accompanied by a soft voice.

Kiro: In fact, there have always been many temptations and difficulties on the way to becoming an actor.

Kiro: It’s a small boat called “Kiro”, sailing on the waves of the world. He often encounters danger, gets injured, and breaks.

The soft touch lingers from the side of my neck to my earlobe, and the breathy whispers fall on my ears very affectionately.

Kiro: But this one person, she found the boat on the boundless sea and repaired his damages.

Kiro: She then stayed on the boat and sailed the world with him to see glaciers and lakes.

Kiro: This person is called Miss Chips, and she is-- the beacon that guides me through the world.

His voice is like falling petals; quiet and soft with the ultimate sincerity. *Changed some wording*

Kiro: In the play, Kiro’s emotions belong to the stage.

Kiro: But Kiro outside the play, his world, everything about him belongs to you.

The scorching temperature left my neck and he looked at me earnestly with undisguised emotions in his eyes, like the surging ocean tides.

I couldn’t help but hug his neck back.

MC: Kiro, you made me the best Miss Chips in the world.

MC: Let’s go to farther places together, see glacial lakes, and sail the world together….

MC: Nothing can make me leave your side.

The sunflower grows enthusiastically and his golden hair is soft and brilliant. The world is flourishing and beautiful, just like himself.

If I were Kiro’s beacon for sailing the world, then let me be that tower that illuminates him.

Because-- he is also the most indispensable part of my world.

End

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dizzydancingdreamer · 3 years

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The Servant and The Prince | One

I did it-- I wrote something. Was it what everyone wanted? Gods no. But it is something. So do enjoy my lovelies-- a break from my not so regularly scheduled content.

Description: This is very much a Cinderella trope because I cannot help myself and I am in love with Loki

Pairing: Loki x Female!Reader, third person as I may adapt eventually with an OC

Warnings: violence but very minor, emotional abuse, some strong-ish language

Tags: Angst but you can imply fluff

Word count: 3.8k

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“Did you pack my dress!” A shrill voice assaults her eardrums as she scurries towards the door.

It comes from a tall, thin, young woman. Her face and fingers are boney, her blonde hair falling in perfect waves down her back. The faintest aroma of honeysuckles and violets wafts off her creamy skin. She is beautiful, her step sister Anna. At least in theory. The sneer on her cherry lips and the hatred in her cerulean eyes, unclouded and accusatory, can’t be hidden by any length of silky dress or ruby lipstick, though. She is ugly, even if just on the inside.

Y/n almost drops the bags in her hands- almost. She only flinches inwardly. She is used to the constant demands. Clean the house, cook the meal, wash my clothes. This and that and more. So much more. She’ll never flinch though. No matter what. That is a promise she made to herself too long ago.

“Yes milady. It is already in the carriage alongside the rest of your requested belongings. Is there anything else I can do for you before we leave?” Her own voice is gentle in comparison; a breeze trying to hold its own against a tornado.

Anna’s sneer deepens and she huffs, spinning on her heel, her dress spiraling around her in a show of pink tulle. She does not say anything as she storms away, most likely on her way to her mother’s ornate carriage. That’s another thing that is more beautiful on the inside than out. If only everyone else knew that Y/n’s step family is poorer than dirt. Estrid, Anna’s mother, hides it well under the last remains of her father’s hard earned money. Gold encrusted carriages and a large home and clothing dripping in jewels. He is gone though, Y/n’s father, and the money will soon be completely gone as well. If only people glanced a little further and saw her dress- not terribly tattered but hand sewn out of the plainest fabric- and the overwhelming lack of staff in the big home. The signs are all there, sitting in plain sight.

That is exactly the reason Y/n is loading the carriage- a last ditch attempt for her step mother and step sister to rise back to the wealth they once enjoyed. There is to be a ball. A royal ball. Apparently it is supposed to be much grander than the solstice festivals her small village holds. She always thought those were magnificent; the dancing and the feasts. She loved attending them before her father had died. He would take her and her mother every year and they would find their seats under the stars, eating and dancing to their heart’s desire. Her chest squeezes painfully; she misses them both dearly. Now that they are gone those few days of the year are her only escape- the nights where she can pretend she is anything but a lowly servant.

She blanches wondering how much grander the ball will be. Surely it will be more than turkey under the stars and the ribbon dances of her youth. It will be in the castle- in a ballroom bigger than her house and the neighbours combined. Bigger even. She has never been in a ballroom. Sometimes the village hall holds weddings but they are small and serve vegetable stew and play music composed of fiddles and flutes. All the things she is most familiar with. The castle will have things she does not understand. Clothes worth more than her life and the richest foods and music that is so intricate that she wonders if her ears will be able to withstand it. She has heard stories of how wonderful it is- and how magnificently out of her element she will be.

Y/n sighs, pulling her shoulders straight and hiking the bags further up her body. This is no time for dawdling- there is no time that can be wasted now. She drags herself and the bags out the door, sparing a quick glance over her shoulder at her family home. It used to be filled with warmth. The kind that comes with baking bread and knitting beside an open fire and laughter. Now the halls are bare. Almost all traces of her mother and father are gone. She wears them across her chest in her mothers old leather satchel. Along the side of the bag, little green Dahlias are sewn into the worn material. She brushes her finger over the side, taking a deep breath. Maybe the ball will be a new adventure- even if she is not to attend. She will still be visiting the capitol.

“By Odin, what are you doing? We have to go now or we will miss the opening festivities! Move you little wench!”

Estrid’s nasally voice sounds from behind Y/n seconds before a hand connects with her back, shoving her forward. The bags on her shoulders and arms add to the momentum from the push, the uneven weight more than enough to have her stumbling over her feet. She tries to catch her balance, rushing down the steps as though being led by the bags themselves, but it is useless. Her heel catches on the last step and she falls backwards, her back connecting with the cobblestones, her elbow piling into the stone step. White hot pain blossoms through her body, pooling like fire in her injuries. She swallows the scream in her throat. It tastes like iron on her tongue- like eating the burnt chips left in the pot after the meals are finished being served. It tastes familiar.

A red heel stomps next to her, crunching on the cobble stone the same way her spine had. It lands inches away from her hand, narrowly missing her pinky. Y/n looks up, her features as schooled as possible, greeting Estrid with a bow of her head. Even that small action causes pain to spike through her lower back and she has to hold her breath to keep from crying out. She does not look at her step mother for more than a few seconds- she knows better than to do any such thing- but it is enough time to catch the familiar sneer. It is the same one she has passed on to Anna but more hateful. Honed. Estrid has had years to perfect her evilness, even if she does not look a day over thirty. She too is beautiful in her own dark way.

“You should be ashamed of yourself,” Elstrid spits down at Y/n, already on her way to the carriage as she passes by the crumpled girl. “It is as though you are trying to ruin your sister’s chance for happiness. You can never just be grateful, can you? It must always be about you. How pathetic.”

Y/n could laugh. She can almost feel it there in the base of her throat, bubbling with the scream and cries which are also locked away. Neither are forgotten yet- they never are. They just build and build and build like the wind that blows through her village in the spring, gaining enough speed to wipe out entire fields of crop. Now there is laughter on top as well. The cruel kind that makes her insides twist and burn.

What a perfect way to describe how she feels; pathetic. She forces herself to her knees, followed quickly by her feet as she gathers the bags, mulling over the word. Pathetic. She hauls them onto her shoulders once again, trying her hardest to ignore the way her back and arm aches and the flood of fresh tears that rush to her eyes. She loads the bags into the back of the carriage, nodding at the driver. He looks at her with pity but remains silent as Estrid climbs into her plush seat. The word rings again, louder. Pathetic.

Y/n tugs the satchel across her body as she climbs onto the back of the carriage, folding her cloak over her lap. Yes, indeed she feels pathetic, cast to ride to the capitol backwards with her skin exposed to the elements and her hair doomed to be a windblown mess. Pathetic does not even begin to cover everything she feels in this moment. If her step family is poorer than dirt than she must be something even worse than dirt as well. She feels so at least.

Somehow, though, beneath it all, she also feels a touch hopeful. She is going to the capitol, after all. Her fingers scratch over the green Dahlias, thinking back to the night her mother had sewn them.

“Little dove did you know that you are like a Dahlia?” Her mother’s voice was sweet and soft- the kind of voice that made Y/n want to lean in until she could feel the words in her soul.

“What do you mean, mama?” She was not really asking to hear the answer, rather speaking in order to hear her mother keep speaking.

The glow from the fireplace warmed Y/n’s cheek as she leaned further. Her mother smelled of yeast and berries. She could still taste the jam on her lips, warm and sweet from desert. Strawberry pie was her mother’s specialty. The warmth combined with her full belly made her eyes close slightly, her body sagging against her mother’s legs.

“You are so strong my little dove. You are so soft and so elegant,” her mother’s hand smoothed over her cheek, her fingers as soft as silk. “But you are so powerful too, I can sense it. You are overflowing with it and kindness. So much kindness. How did I create such a magnificent little girl, hmm?”

Y/n giggles when her mother tickles under her chin lightly, pulling her hand away to continue on the pattern. Her stitches are meticulous and perfect- just like her mother. She watches as the vibrant green thread weaves below the fabric before reappearing. It happens over and over again, disappearing and reappearing like a little trick. She always loved tricks.

“Why are the flowers green, mama? I have never seen any green flowers in the meadow.”

It was true. There were pinks and blues and the most wonderful oranges. Never greens though. Only the stems were green.

“Oh my darling, you will one day. They do not grow here. They grow in the capitol by the hundreds, though. They surround the streets, growing high into the sky. They are beautiful, my little dove. Just like you are. You will see them one day, I promise you.”

Y/n blinks away the image of her mother, letting a few of the tears drop as she does so. Nobody can see her here so it is okay now. It is times like these, in the midst of the worst and best moments of her life, when she misses her mother the most. She would do anything for one more gentle hug. One more whiff of berries and rising bread. She shifts on the stiff seat, her spine jostling against the metal frame of the cart and flaring in pain. She lets out a tiny cry, hoping it is masked by the sound of the wheels bumping over the stoney pathway. Her throat aches, squeezing at the stream of tears threatening her system. It is in this moment that she feels something foreign- something that will inevitably and unknowingly change her life as she knows it. Something that she is sure is not her own.

She feels angry.

* * * * * * * * * *

Loki strolls over the castle grounds, his hands clasped behind his back and his shoulders straight. The sun is shining on his face, warm and soft. The air, like always, smells like pine trees and fragrant flowers. That is partly the cause of the woman next to him. She is beautiful, there is no doubt about it. From her golden hair, knotted in bands across the crown of her head, to her gown, a soft blue silk. It flows behind her as she walks, like a river carving from each step she takes. One of her dainty hands is curled around his arm. Usually he would mind the touching- contact with other people is not his thing. More so Thor’s, his untamed brother. With her, though, he swallows his pride every time. He would do most anything to keep his mother happy.

He peers down at Frigga, his face stoic in comparison to the bright smile she wears. She still looks as young as she had when he and Thor were mere boys. Her cheeks and nose are slender, her skin unblemished by age. The only difference is that now he stands taller than her, looking down at her blonde hair instead of up at it from under her arms. He has no doubt that his mother will remain beautiful for a long time- even when her age finally catches up with her.

“You are staring, dear.” Frigga’s voice teases and his neck snaps straight, his eyes flicking back to the gardens of green around him. “You only stare when you have something on your mind. I presume I do not have to inquire to know what it is. I will anyway, though, if that is what you would like?”

Her voice drips into a worried tone that only she can muster. It is sincere. It makes it harder for him to be angry at the small, beautiful woman.

“You will anyway and we both know it.” He muses, reaching a hand out to brush one of the green flowers.

The petals are impossibly soft. Dahlias. He remembers when his mother had them planted all those years ago. It was a week’s affair- the castle had smelt of earth and new flowers for days afterwards. He remembers playing in the mud with his brother. The laughter. It seems like a lifetime ago. That was when everything was simple; when he was not about to get married to a princess he would meet at a ball that he does not even wish to attend.

Frigga sighs, pulling her son to a gentle stop. He obliges with a sigh that matches her own. “It must be done. By decree your brother and you should have been married a year ago. The royal ball is the way it has been done for many millennia. I have tried to slow tradition- to give you two as much time as possible- but there are some who watch us closely. They wait-”

He turns away from her, a scowl on his lips. “I know mother. They want us to show weakness. I understand the premise, I promise you I am not an idiot. I suppose I just do not see how a wife would make me seem less weak.”

He is a god- a powerful one at that. It is hard to believe there are many people out there able who are able to strip him of that power. It makes no sense to get married because of an outdated tradition- especially not for some sort of ruse. He is strong enough on his own; he always has been. Quiet and capable and strong. Independently so. He has never been much for teams. Besides, he doubts there will be many women attending with the hopes of meeting him. Not when his brother will be standing right by his side. The god of thunder. There are many things Loki can do- most of which are quite impressive. Tricks of the mind and the ability to create fire at will and so on. One thing he cannot do, however, is spout lightning from his fingers. He cannot compete with that level of visible godliness and thus there is no reason to attend. He is not second best and will not treat himself as such.

Frigga catches his chin, pulling him to look at her crystal eyes- the same crystal eyes which she rolls at him. “She will balance you, dear. The point is not to make you appear less weak. You are not weak. It is to make you appear happy. A happy prince means a happy king. Happy means powerful, Loki. it is power.”

He tenses and her eyes soften. “I am happy, mother. I am happy on my own.”

She lets her hand fall to his arm, shaking her head. Her knotted hair bounces slightly. She is giggling again in the way that only mothers can- the kind of giggle that is all knowing. It makes his skin itch, his hands secured behind his back again. How is it that she always makes him feel seen even when he does not wish to be?

“Is there something you wish to say?” He grumbles to the woman, wishing he could hate the way she grins up at him with a twinkle in her eye. He cannot though, even if he tried.

“My dear,” she hums gently, squeezing his arm, “I think perhaps you will come to revoke your words. That is all.”

Oh she is truly infuriating. There she goes again, so freely sharing her mind even when he has made it clear time and time again that he has no wish for a wife. Not only because he does not want to marry a woman he has never met but for other reasons too. The tips of his fingers turn to ice against his palms at the thought. He does not have to look down to know they are the brilliant blue that he so loathes. There is much he wishes to remain a secret beyond the confines of his household. He would rather not be married to a woman who thinks him a monster for the rest of his life. He will pass.

He opens his mouth, ready to fire back at her annoying laughter, when suddenly he cannot speak. Not just that, though. He cannot breath, either, or stand for that matter. Soon the trickster god is on his knees, his hands digging painfully against the cobblestone path. His nails bite against the stones, his icy fingers now burning. It is nothing near the pain in his back though which flares as though he had just been kicked. Moments later his elbow erupts into pain as well, searing down the entire length of his arm. He grinds his teeth through the pain, his eyes screwed shut.

“Loki?” Frigga’s voice holds none of the teasing it had only moments ago, only pure worry as she kneels next to her son. “Dear what happened? What is wrong? Shall I call for someone?”

His eyes snap open at that, his head shaking frantically. “No, no. I am fine. Do not call anyone.”

Even as he says it he knows that it is not true. His whole body aches as he rolls onto his feet, rising shakily. His mother’s eyes watch him closely, the blue clouded with something he does not recognize. He straightens after a moment, forcing the pain out of his mind.

“Did you trip, dear?” Her voice this time is guarded, concealed with a falsely loose tone.

Loki narrows his eyes. “No, I do not think so. It felt like someone pushed me. Do you know something about that mother?”

The scowl on her face is genuine this time, her golden brows creasing. “I sure hope you are not insinuating that I pushed my own son, Loki.”

He sighs again, guilt flooding his aching body. “No, mother. I am sorry-”

The end of his sentence drops into the space between them, cut off by an overwhelming feeling of agony. Not the physical kind, though. Yes, his back is screaming in pain as he stands on those dreadful cobblestones but that is not why he stops speaking. It is the wave of self loathing that hits him out of nowhere. It is hot and angry and cold and desperate all at once.

It feels like when he was little and his brother had thrown him into the sea to teach him to swim. He had not been ready and he swallowed a mouthful of the salty water. It had been like cold lead in his lungs, weighing him to the bottom of the surf. He had been so scared, clawing towards the faint light of the surface with no luck. Everytime he got close the light seemed to shrink further back. Soon the icy lead had turned molten when he could no longer breathe, his chest constricting under the weight of the water. The fear had turned him into some sort of crazed animal until finally he had kicked his legs hard enough to break the surface and suck in a breath of air.

It is the exact same way he feels now; panicked- like he has no clue how to get to the air again. He claws at his chest, his eyes blown wide. The world around him begins to spin. He is breathing- he knows he is, he can feel his chest heaving up and down- but he cannot taste the pine on the air anymore. He can only taste iron and salt and hatred, brash against his lips. It turns his vision red, his muscles tensing as though preparing for a fight in which he cannot identify the threat. Like the waves that pushed him under, the enemy is everywhere and nowhere. The only thing that makes it subside is his mothers hand on his cheek, warm and soft through the panic eating away at his chest.

He meets her eyes, squeezing his hands into fists at his sides. He grinds his words through his clenched teeth. “I have no idea what is happening to me.”

The small blonde swallows, her throat bobbing slightly. Her face is not the picture of shock like Loki’s is. Of course she is slightly panicked, he can see it in the way her fingers tremble as she brushes them down his shoulder. Somehow he knows that it is not the same kind of panic he feels. His all-knowing mother is stalling. It only serves to heighten the drowning feeling.

“I think I know what it is, dear.” She tests, her hands folding against her chest, clasping to hide the tremors.

Frigga’s response does little to ease the panic- if anything it makes it worse. Usually his mother is the only thing that can calm him. If he had to close his eyes and picture the person in which he feels most comfortable around- it would be her. Today though, that is to change. She seems scared. He pushes himself through the pain, biting through the iron and salt on his tongue.

“What do you know, mother.” It is not a question- it is a demand.

She straightens as well, sucking in the air that he cannot seem to find for the life of him. It makes him jealous- angry.

“Well,” she flicks her eyes up to the sky, avoiding the next words out of her mouth. “I think you might have a soulmate, my dear.”

#Loki #Loki fic #loki x y/n #loki x reader #mcu #mcu fic #loki imagine #loki laufeyson #loki layfeyson x reader #the avengers #the avengers fic #the avengers imagine #prince of asgard

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dreamescapeswriting · 3 years

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One Summer in Paris - Unravel ~ JJK

WORD COUNT: 3.4K

GENRE: Fluffy, romance, ex-lovers to lovers,

PAIRING: Jungkook x Fem!Reader

DESCRIPTION: Jeon Jungkook had always loved Paris with its amazing views, incredible museums and the small Bookshop right across from the Effiel Tower. It was were he spent a lot of his summer breaks as a kid so he loved it well into his adulthood. There was one bookshop he rented a room in the summer that changed his life. It was a place where he felt happy and at peace whenever he had the chance to stay there. Where he fell in love for the first time and had his first heartbreak, a lot of firsts for him were in Paris. But what happens when he goes back to the same book shop four years later and finds the love of his life in the arms of another with a daughter who looks suspiciously like him…

THEMES: Single Parent, Jungkook x Fem!Reader, self insert, Smut will be included in a later chapter

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Your daughter was yelling happily while Jungkook chased her around the apartment with a "scary" mask on. He'd gotten it after the horror ride you'd been on the night of the fair two nights ago and Areum was convinced she wasn't scared of it so Jungkook decided to test it.

"Careful guys I don't want you-" You tried to tell them but it was too late, a crash sounded from the kitchen and you glanced over to see them standing over a frying pan that was on the floor, along with a spatula, a broken plate and a mug.

"-Break something," You finished speaking as you got up from the sofa, you were about to go and clean it when the door to the shop began to buzz, your eyes looked at the clock on the wall. It was 8 am meaning it was time for the deliveries to come in, you'd been so lost you'd completely forgotten you were supposed to open up the shop and accept the delivery.

"Oh shit!" You screamed rushing to grab your keys and head to the shop. You pulled a cardigan around your body since you were dressed in your PJ's from the night before. Jungkook frowned watching you go as he held onto Areum from behind.

"It's Wednesday, she's been so happy this weekend she's not realised it's delivery day," Areum whispered to him as she looked up to see her father so confused over why you were rushing around so much. It was true, Jungkook had decided to stay the last couple of days with you and your daughter to get to know her better and it flew by so quickly. From Sunday until today, the time had been moving so quickly you'd barely even noticed. You had someone else manning the shop whenever they could so you could spend almost all of your time with them it almost felt like he'd never left, it felt too good to be true whenever he was with you both.

"You think she's happy I'm here?" Jungkooked quizzed picking Areum up and putting her on his hip so that she wouldn't end up hurting herself on the broken glass. Areum then began shaking her head as she stared at her father in the eyes with a serious look across her face.

"I don't think, I know. She has that giant smile on her face like Anna does with Kristoff or Eric with Ariel." He chuckled at his daughter's ideas of what you looked like when you smiled and began walking down the stairs with his daughter. He was going to leave her with you while he cleaned up only to see you accepting a bunch of boxes off a younger man who was staring at you. Jealously began to bubble in Jungkook at the thought of someone else coming along now. David had just been kicked out of the picture and now someone else was trying to come into your life.

"I heard you and David broke up..." Josh said slowly looking at you as you signed the papers in your hand, you simply hummed at him not wanting to get into the conversation with someone who had no idea what was going on in your life. Josh had always been that kind boy that came in and out of the shop but sometimes he was too noisy for his own good.

"He disrespected someone I care a lot about," Jungkook stared at the back of your head feeling the jealously inside of him begin to melt as he realised that "someone" you cared about was him. Areum began to wiggle out of his grasp and then sprinted over to the delivery boy.

"Uncle Josh!" She began sprinting over to Josh who knelt down holding out both of his hands face down and curled into balls, Jungkook frowned as he watched the exchange between them both.

"Pick one," She stared up at the boy who couldn't have been any older than 20 and she pointed at his left fist, he turned it to reveal three lollipops and a bag of small sweets.

"Thanks, Josh, it'll keep her occupied while I work through this lot." You laughed softly as she began to struggle opening the small bag of sweets, Jungkook was about to step forward and assist her when the door to the shop opened and Grace walked into the shop. There was a nasty look on her face as she started shaking her head at you as she mumbled something about David, Jungkook could tell she wasn't impressed with what had unfolded a few nights before.

"Bye Josh, I'll see you next week." He walked out not wanting to feel the wrath from Grace when she was in a bad mood it was best to stay out of her way but you'd been the one to cause this issue so you couldn't exactly run away from all of this.

"Jungkook can you take Areum somewhere for the day? I have deliveries to fix and Grace will be in a bad mood all day. It's better if you two get out for a while." You went to reach for your purse but he held his hand up promising that it was his treat. He'd already had it in his head where he was going to take Areum, he wanted her to see why he loved Paris so much, except for you of course since she'd already seen you for her whole life. He wanted to make her fall in love with Paris the same way he did when he was younger, even if she was a little young you were never too young to learn and love all things art. Namjoon always told him there was never a wrong age to start teaching someone the values of art.

"I was going to clean up the glass and stuff upstairs," He told you as he picked Areum up and threw her over his shoulder as though she was nothing but a doll to him.

"Thanks," You whispered in relief thinking it was one less thing that you had to worry about today. As soon as your back was turned Jungkook hurried up the stairs with your daughter and into your apartment.

"We'll swing by my hotel room so I can change and then I'll take you everywhere I can." He said as she pulled him into her room going over to the wardrobe,

"Pick something for me," She whined out with a pout on her lips. Jungkook took out his phone sending a bunch of options to Taehyung since he was the one with the best style but instead of texting back he simple video called Jungkook. Panic washed over Jungkook as he realised he hadn't exactly told the boys yet that he knew he had a daughter so now he was going to be stuck between a rock and a hard place. He answered the call and Taehyung began talking right away,

"Why do you have girls-" Taehyung stopped himself when he saw the small Jungkook look-alike sitting behind Jungkook on the bed. The boys all knew he was in Paris by now and it didn't take a genius to put two and two together. They knew about the love he had for you in Paris, how he'd been away for four years so it was simple math to work out.

"Y/n had-" He started but couldn't finish,

"Yes..." Jungkook already knew what was coming so he braced himself for the sudden yelling that would be filling the air.

"I'm an uncle!" Taehyung cried out loudly enough that Yeontan jumped up from the space behind him.

"Yep," Taehyung began to tear up as he looked at the young girl realising that she was the spitting image of Jungkook.

"Dad, who's this?" Areum questioned staring into the phone at Taehyung who was already tearing up but now fully crying as he heard her call him dad. Taehyung's mind was racing with questions about how long Jungkook had known about this, what was going to happen to know that he was seeing his daughter.

"I need a moment!" The phone was placed down to face the ceiling and soon Jimin's head popped into the frame ready to question what was happening since he'd just seen Taehyung crying. But as soon as he saw Areum his eyes widened and he stared up in the room.

"NAMJOON!" He screamed making Jungkook groan out he just wanted fashion advice, not a lecture from Namjoon about this and how it could be bad news.

"She's yours? Did you know? Are you sure?" Jungkook sighed not wanting to get into this right now when he was trying to spend time with Areum. It was very clear that Areum was his from the look of them.

"I didn't know until I got here...I'm being careful, no one has seen me and I'll call our manager later and straighten things out-" Jungkook tried to explain but Namjoon cut him off shortly,

"Is she after money?" Jungkook's stomach flipped to anger as Namjoon questioned you like that, you'd never wanted anything from Jungkook. You hated when he used to pay for your food so you doubted you wanted something else from him. Especially since you hadn't even reached out to tell Jungkook that you were pregnant after he left you.

"She's not like that, Areum and Y/n don't need help." Areum looked at the screen and Namjoon felt his heart swell at the sight of her, she was a ringer for Jungkook it was clear he was her father.

"Be careful, I'll talk to Manager Sejin first and I'll probably come out to see you-"

"We all will!" Taehyung sobbed out as he cut Namjoon short. He came back onto the screen advising what Areum should wear, deciding on a red poodle skirt, with a white and black striped shirt.

"Does she have a beret?" Taehyung asked as he stared at Jungkook who seemed a little lost on what a beret actually was so Areum handed him one of hers. Jungkook held up a black on and Taehyung nodded clapping his hands together.

"She'll look great, I have to go...Jimin's crying now." Jungkook laughed turning to Areum who told him to wait,

"Goodbye Uncle Taehyung!" Another choked sob left Taehyung as he turned to go and comfort a crying Jimin Jungkook started laughing and helping Areum change into her outfit.

"Grace please I'm an adult who can make her own decisions, David was an arse-" You were going to call him an Arsehole when the tiny sound of your daughter running down the stairs made you stop speaking altogether.

"MUMMY!" You turned to see Areum racing towards you in her outfit, twirling around as she showed you her plaited hair that Jungkook had done for her. With the help of a youtube video and your daughter telling him how to do it with which strand of hair.

"Uncle Taehyung picked out my outfit," Your heart sank as you looked up at Jungkook, they knew she existed now? Were you supposed to be happy about that? Your heart was torn at yelling him for showing her off but then you thought about how close he and the boys were, you'd seen it on the videos you'd watched of them together. He probably had to tell them sooner or later and it was better they found out while they weren't in Paris.

"I'm going to take her to my hotel so I can change and then we'll be out of your hair for the day." You thanked him again for it and Areum began pulling him towards the doors wanting to get on with her adventures with her father.

"As I was saying, I'm an adult Grace I can make decisions by myself-" You tried to start again but Grace wasn't going to stand for it. She slammed her walking stick down onto the ground as she stared up at you, an angry look written across her face.

"Really? Because ever since he showed back up you've been acting like a teenager in love all over again," You stared at her as she picked up her walking stick from the floor as she tried to make her way out of the shop, you went to steady out your hands for her but she slapped them away.

"Grace Jungkook is her father-"

"And you're still in love with him, you will make rash decisions when it comes to him I know but you have to think it through. Is he really what's best for you and Areum or are you just living out your fantasy life?" The question hurt more than you probably thought she meant it to and she walked out as you stared at the floor. Tears rushing to your eyes as you realised she was right you were hopelessly still in love with Jungkook, there was nothing in this world that could make you not love him and you knew that he had influence over everything you did. Maybe it was one of the reasons you never left Paris because you knew he'd come back one day.

"Shit," You mumbled hearing the door to the shop open you brushed the tears off your face and headed out to see a small girl in a black hoodie, she was looking around as if she was hunting for something.

"Bonjour-" You could already tell by the look on her face that she was confused with French so you switched to English quickly to make it easier for her.

"Hi! Welcome to Grace's, can I help you with anything?" You questioned sweetly trying to act as though you hadn't just been crying, she looked at you and then around the shop again as if she was looking for someone else to be there.

"I lost my sister, I thought maybe she might have come here...She's about four years old and she's with her dad," You sighed sadly as you looked at her,

"I haven't seen her, want me to call someone for you? Maybe your mum? Or your dad?" You turned your back on her to reach for your phone but when you turned back around she was walking out of the door, attached to her bag was a pinky bunny you knew too well. Cooky. It had to have been a coincidence, no one knew he was here...He was always so careful. But the thought of her saying a four-year-old girl with her dad lingered in your mind.

Areum was holding onto Jungkok tightly as he pulled her through the crowds of people surrounding them. It had been such a peaceful morning which was now ruined by everyone screaming at them.

"Who is the little girl!? Is she your daughter?!" It was a mixture of both reporters and fans who were all crowding around Jungkook and demanded answers from him but he picked Areum up not wanting her to get lost in the crowd. He clutched onto her tightly, ducking his head down as they made their way out.

"Come on-" He whispered to her as he tried to move as quickly as he could without hurting her or anyone else around them.

"What's going on daddy?" He held her close to his chest rushing out of the Louvre and down the roads towards some cabs that were waiting, he paid them extra to run around for a bit just to lose everyone that was chasing after him.He didn't even know where to begin explaining this all to Areum so he ignored her questioning, telling her it was just a misunderstanding.

The door to the shop burst open, Jungkook was panting heavily with Areum by his side. She'd lost her small beret and had a scared look across her face.

"W-What's going on?" He passed Areum to you as he turned to lock the door with your key, your eyes travelled behind him to see an army of reporters and fans rushing towards the shop. The girl that had been there that morning was with them, you panicked looking back at Jungkook.

"Upstairs, quick!" Areum rushed towards the staircase, crying heavily as she ran into the apartment. You shut the door to the shop locking it as quickly as you could before rushing to join Jungkook and Areum upstairs.

"What happened? Why is Areum crying?" She sprinted into her room as she slammed the door behind her, you turned to look at Jungkook who already looked terrified of the fact that you were angry with him. The fact that your daughter was crying and ignoring you killed you inside, you'd always been close to one another and told each other everything that was bothering you.

"You told me you'd be careful! How did they find you? Is this why there was a fangirl in here earlier?!" He went to reach out to take your hands to calm you down but being calm out of the picture completely. You were completely and utterly mad with Jungkook for being stupid enough to get caught. The whole time you'd been together four years ago you'd never once been spotted together.

"She's four, she's not going to understand why people are crowding around her-" There was shouting coming from outside the balcony door, you walked over to shut it looking down at the crowds of people demanding answers from Jungkook just like you were but unlike them. You deserved the answers. You deserved to know how he'd gotten caught and what he planned to do about it now that it was out in the open.

"I was walking around Louvre with her, someone must have spotted me because one by one people kept coming up until there was a crowd of them. I got Areum out as soon as I could, I didn't let her get close to anyone." Your eyes rolled back as you thought about him doing something like this, being so careless when there was a child involved and it was his child.

"I told you to be careful, I should have known this would happen! She's a child!" You yelled out as you threw your hands up in the air,

"Fuck what was I thinking on letting you get this close to her?!" You screamed falling down on the sofa you placed your head in your hands as you stared up at him.

"I have every right to be in her life, be close to her. They're apart of my life out there-"

"Well, what if I don't want that part of it to be in her life! This is exactly why I didn't tell you when I knew I was pregnant!" He froze in place as the words left your mouth. Your heart broke as soon as you saw the look on his face, it looked as though someone had just kicked a puppy right in front of him.

"You knew you were pregnant when I was leaving?" You nodded at him finding no reason to lie to him now, it was true the day he left you knew and you were planning on telling him you were pregnant until everything about his life came undone. Revealing who he was and how he'd been hiding from you the entire summer. That fight was still clear in your head as though you'd had it just yesterday.

"You knew and you didn't tell me?!" You stared at him shaking your head it wasn't any of his business anymore. If you knew or not he hid something from you too. There wasn't a big deal.

"I don't want you near Areum anymore...You need to leave, you can go out of the back door to avoid the media circus but you're not-" You went to tell him he wasn't allowed to see her anymore when he cut you off.

"I'll take you to court! You can't keep her from me, she's my daughter too!" You ignored him staring down at the table as you waited for him to leave, he groaned slamming the door behind him as he walked out. Slamming the rest of the doors as he left. Areum was still locked in her room crying heavily,

"A-Areum. I'll be upstairs okay?" She said nothing in response to you except for a broken cry so you walked over to your door going up to the apartment above you and heading inside. Everything was still the same as it was before. Everything still reminded you of him and your time you spent together there, you sunk to the floor bringing your knees into your chest as you started to cry.

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averyonelovesjack · 3 years

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learning to raise a baby ~ daniel seavey

requested: yes:)

Can you please do an cute imagine about y/n and Daniel having a baby together and taking care of the baby and figuring the parenting stuff out together. Ur amazing

summary: follow a few different events in the life of daniel and y/n learning to raise a baby.

warning(s): baby, literally too lazy to edit this i’ll come back later lmao

word count: 2608

author’s note: i have such baby fever omg

disclaimer: i def need to clarify that i am 18 years old and do not have a baby and i have no close friends with babies (in person, at least) therefore this is purely fiction. i watch a LOT (i mean A LOT) of family vloggers and like teen mom accounts raising their kids, so basically all of my knowledge comes from that. i hope no one takes offence to my depiction of it, but my intention is purely just to write this cute fic idea, and i don’t want to pretend like i know anything about parenting or raising a child or anything like that!! okay that’s all!!

I could barely see my feet as I painfully took in another breath of air and started walking forward. Awoken at 3am with terrible back pain and a pool of amniotic fluid at my waist, Daniel and I now rushed to grab our hospital bag and make our way to the labor and delivery section of our nearest hospital.

everything went so fast. before i was actively having a child, it felt like my pregnancy would never end, but now that it’s actually happening and i’m having a child, it felt like pregnancy flew by.

just a few days ago, i was sitting on the countertop in my bathroom, impatiently waiting to see if i was pregnant or not in hopes that daniel wouldn’t get home from the studio early and find me. i had just given daniel the surprise of his lifetime when i woke him up at four am to tell him i was pregnant because i just couldn’t keep it from him anymore to do a fun reveal. i remember how we both cried, too excited to even go back to sleep.

just a few days ago, daniel and i were sitting in my obstetrician’s office as we got to hear our eight week old fetus’ heartbeat for the first time. we both cried. it feels like just a day or two ago we cut into a pink colored cake and found out that our precious baby girl would be coming. all of the breakdowns about what stroller to buy and which crib matches the nursey best felt like just moments ago. and now, all of a sudden, i’m ten hours into labor and i’m ready to push.

pushing was painful, but the thought of holding a sweet babygirl soon just kept me going. daniel squeezed my hand tight, standing by the end of the bed watching our beautiful daughter make her way into the world.

i gave the final push and soon i heard a cry that made everything in the whole world worth it. they say you never truly understand love until you’ve had a child, and as soon as i held our daughter, i felt an overwhelming sense of truth in that statement. i never knew such a distinct moment could be the greatest day of my life, but as soon as i laid my eyes on her, i knew that i would never get a day greater than this one.

our daughter laid on my chest for a while as daniel sat by my head, holding both my hand and hers. eventually, the nurses cleaned her off a bit and wrapped her tightly in a swaddle for daniel to finally hold his daughter. i watched the tears fall from his bluer than ever eyes that never left her little face. by the way she settled in his arms and fell asleep, i knew i was going to have a daddy’s little girl on our hands.

it felt like forever, just watching daniel and our baby getting to know each other. soon enough, though, the doctors finished with the stitches and i heard a knock at the door.

within seconds, both of our parents came into the room, bearing wide smiles. daniel sat in the seat next to me, both of us staring at the beautiful baby in front of us.

“does she have a name?” keri asks, slowly walking up to the two of us, careful not to be too loud.

daniel and i look at each other, and then i give him the nod to tell everyone. “callista avery mae seavey.”

“our little baby callie.” i smile at the name. daniel and i both loved the name callie, but wanted it to be a nickname. avery was after his bandmate who really helped us through this whole preparing to be parents thing. mae was a pretty nickname from my side of the family that was good to separate avery and seavey. our little callie mae.

***

it was three am and both of us were awake to callie’s loud screaming. turns out that daniel and i had a very colicky daughter who, when awake, wanted to scream at the top of her lungs. daniel was in the nursery trying to grab more diapers and wipes that, out of exhaustion, we forgot to restock last night when we ran out. i held callie in our arms, rocking her gently and trying to get her to go back to sleep.

“does she have a dirty diaper?” daniel asks, placing the diapers in the corner of our messy bedroom. a few days into callie’s life, we realized we should’ve left the changing table in our bedroom until she was ready to sleep in the nursey, but both of us were too tired to even think about moving the furniture around. so for now the corner of the room was storage and a changing pad on the bench was our late night changing table.

“i don’t think so.” i answer, giving him an exhausted look. “her diaper isn’t heavy and i tried to feed her, but she doesn’t seem to be hungry. i think she just woke up and is being colicky again.”

“how long did the doctor say the colic will last?” daniel asks.

“she didn’t.” i sigh, going to take a seat on our bed as i continued to calm callie. daniel sat beside me. “go back to sleep, i got her.”

“no, i know you’ve been awake all night. try to go to sleep, i’ve got her.” daniel says, and then takes callie from me. “did you take melatonin tonight?”

“yeah.” i say. “i know your body goes through a lot of changes postpartum, but i’m really not liking the insomnia.”

“okay, well, you lay down, and i’m gonna sing to you both, okay?” daniel says and then starts to rock callie to sleep as i laid beside them. and then he started to sing softly.

***

callie was born a little over three months ago and daniel and i haven’t had a date night since then. when we fearfully realized that last week, jack and anna were both quick to offer some help. we hadn’t felt comfortable leaving callie yet, especially since she wasn’t always the easiest. we had lots of help and people offering, but neither daniel nor i were good at asking for help. that’s definitely something we’re both still working on, especially now that we have a baby.

finally though, jack and anna convinced us. originally, we were going to leave them with daniel’s parents, but anna and jack were pretty convincing. jack had lots of experience since he himself is a dad, and anna was very close with gabbie when she had lavender. jack also decided to invite zach for some more company, which was cute.

daniel and i had a hard time saying goodbye to callie, even though we really were only going to be out for two hours at most. we knew neither of us could stay away for that long.

the restaurant wasn’t too far from the house, which was nice because it cut down on our time away from callie. i think both of us were a little nervous to leave her. we both know that she’s three months old and other people are more than capable of watching her for a few hours, but it’s still hard to not be worried about all of the things we could be missing out on.

“oh my gosh, anna just sent a picture of callie.” daniel says in the middle of our dinner, holding up his phone to show up me the picture of our daughter in the adorable pajamas her aunt bought.

“i miss her.” i admit, knowing he was feeling similarly. “do you think they had a hard time getting her to sleep? i hope she’ll be good for them tonight.”

“i’m sure she was fine.” daniel says, then later . “you know, maybe we should skip dessert. relieve them a little early.”

“she’s growing up so fast.” i tell him. “i’m not ready for her to keep growing.”

“we’re gonna blink and she’s gonna be cursing us out because we wouldn’t let her go out with her friends.” daniel continues. “not that we would do that, because honestly, i’ve always thought we’d be a little cooler than that.”

i laugh at his comment. “oh, we’ll definitely be cooler than that. we’re not gonna be the lame strict parents that doesn’t let their kids go out with their friends.”

“oh definitely.” daniel agrees. “except i will be strict about doors open if someone is over. i don’t care who she’s in her room with, but that door better be open. i am taking no chances.”

“i feel like that’s fair.” i add. “i know we’re parents, but wow, until i think about that future, i kind of forget.”

“i’m very glad that’s a long ways away.” he comments. “i’m barely ready for her to be three months old, we do not need to get ahead of ourselves. take this parenting thing one step at a time.”

“i could not agree more.” i smile, leaning over the table to kiss daniel’s lips gently.

***

i walked out of my one year old’s nursery with her in my arms. we watched as daniel and anna hung balloons up around our california apartment. it’s just about an hour before callie’s first birthday party, and now more than ever, i could not be more grateful for daniel’s family’s offer to help us set up.

rather than fighting with figuring out food for the party, we decided to get it catered. christian and tyler offered to go pick up the food at the restaurant for us, which was extremely helpful. his parents were setting up some decorations around the front of the apartment.

i had just put callie in her adorable dress that i specifically picked out for this party. we weren’t the type to throw parties, so we weren’t 100% sure what to do or what to expect, but we decided to just stick to family and close friends. callie was too young for us to strictly invite her friends over. at this stage in her life, her friends were whoever was at mommy&me that week.

the party was going to be small. daniel’s family, my family, daniel’s bandmates and close friends, and then my close friends.

thankfully, we finished decorating and setting up with about thirty minutes left to spare before the party. rather than worry, i decided to just sit on the couch with anna and daniel. keri took callie from me, wanting to spend some time with her granddaughter, and giving daniel and i a brief break before the party started.

“i cannot believe she’s a year old.” anna exclaims to me. “you guys have been parents for a year. that’s crazy to think about.”

“it’s definitely a little bit weird.” i giggle in response.

“you guys make it look so easy, being young parents.” anna says. “i know i’m younger than you guys, but still, i cannot imagine having a kid anytime soon.”

“i didn’t think i would either.” i tell anna. “for me, i wasn’t really ready until i met dani. i realized that i was ready because i wanted to do this with him. it’s different for everyone, i’m sure, but at least personally, that’s how i knew we could be parents.”

daniel wraps his arm around me on the couch, kissing my cheek softly. “yeah, it’s the same for me. when you find someone you want to do everything with, it gets easier to imagine yourself parenting together.”

“that is really cute.” anna says. “this is what i mean, when i say you make it look easy!!”

“it’s definitely not easy.” i laugh. “but it’s a little bit easier when you work as a team. we talk things through and decide together, instead of just making decisions separately. it’s a lot easier to feel like you’re making the right decision when you talk things through.”

“and that is all the parenting advice you get, because while i am most definitely ready to be a dad, i am not ready to be an uncle.” daniel says, getting protective over his younger sister.

“being an uncle is way easier than being a dad.” anna laughs. “but trust me, i’m not having kids any time soon. at least not intentionally.”

“well, i have to be the cool uncle. someone’s gotta bail the kid out of jail and hide it from you.” daniel jokes.

“first of all, why would my kid go to jail??” anna asks. “and second of all, you might’ve been first in the race for cool uncle before callie arrived, but since becoming a dad, you’ve fallen behind. the cool uncle can’t have kids, that’s not how that works.”

“well i’ll break that standard, because i’ll be the cool uncle.”

“i just want to be the aunt that gives good advice at one o’clock in the morning.” i tell them. “someone’s gotta do it. i expect that for callie, anna, so i will do that for your kids.”

“oh, of course. nothing but the best for callie. and future kids.” anna agrees. “speaking of, future kids? any thoughts on that? mom wants me to scope that out.”

“eventually.” i smile. “sooner rather than later.”

***

daniel took callie on a walk. he’s been really adamant about spending at least thirty minutes a day on a walk with her. now that she’s getting a lot more balance and ability to take a lot more steps, he loves taking her to the playground a few blocks from our apartment. usually, i like to go with them, but today i made up an excuse about things i had to get done at home.

i felt especially grateful for that routine of his today, because i needed a few minutes to myself. i’ve been feeling particularly nauseated recently, and as soon as i woke up the other day, i could feel that i was pregnant again. in the past, i had always thought that when i was paranoid about being late, but now that i’ve actually experienced pregnancy, i can feel that there’s a little fetus inside of me.

daniel and i haven’t exactly been trying, but we haven’t been taking as many precautions as we were when callie was first born. now that she’s over a year old, we feel better about having another baby. we weren’t too rushed, because we lot spending time with just our little girl, but we didn’t want to wait too long and have her grow up without a sibling. having a sibling was always a priority of daniel and i’s. seeing as we both grew up with siblings, we know how important it is to have a sibling.

my stomach fluttered with butterflies as i followed the instructions on the pregnancy test. after realizing i was pregnant with callie, i had bought a ton of tests that i didn’t end up using because it was so obvious that i was indeed pregnant. that was extremely helpful for right now when i don’t have time to go sit in traffic for thirty minutes just to go to the pharmacy.

i sat on top of the counter, leaving the pregnancy test face down while i tried to scroll through tiktok and distract myself. it was probably the slowest five minutes of my life, other than finding out about callie.

the timer went off on my phone. i take a deep breath and carefully lift the pregnancy test off the marble bathroom counter.

pregnant.

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yummysweetroll · 3 years

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So cold, so Warm.

Butch's pipboy made a soft static sound. For a few days now, nothing connected in that frequency, not even a cry for help or even that annoying Sugarbombs advertisement, just silence ... And that was a bad sign, after all, it is an indication that there was no settlement or big city in the next few miles of road and all Anna wanted most on this cold night, was now to sleep in a bed with a frayed mattress from any inn.

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The radio was still hissing when the first rays of sunlight appeared on the horizon. The night fog still lingered, making it difficult to see while keeping everything chilly. Anna shivered with cold, trying to cover herself with the Tunnel Snakes jacket and scarf, while Butch buried his nose in his scarf and muttered under his breath. Thank heavens, for a few days ago they helped a family and they offered some warm clothing as a reward. Turning her arm a little, the girl checked her pip-boy, March 20, the first day of spring.

"Butch, today is the first day of spring!" -She commented trying to liven up the walk -

"Yeah? And ?!" - Butch replied back looking out of the corner of his eye-

“Sooo, I thought maybe, we'll feel less cold on the road… And they say it's time for flowers and birds.” - ignoring her road partner's initial bad mood-

“And what difference does that make now, Nosebleed? We are going north, it will get colder each day and there will be only snow! It is simple, or have you forgotten Broch's classes? Besides, do you think we will find some beautiful flowering field with birds and bees in this nuclear desolation? You're too naive "- He took his hand out of his pocket and pointed at Anna-" If it weren't for your idiocy of wanting to compensate for the Tin Brotherhood, we could be in Rivet City, in that warm room.

Anna snorted, of course she remembered the annoying geography lessons! She also remembers the conversations the two had, about the world outside the Vault and the times they received punishments for talking about it ... And now that they're being able to make everything real and make all the punishments count, he wants to keep his butt in that rusty bathtub? In a place that resembles and feels the same claustrophobic feeling that was the vault? Besides, why flying so many grumpy words at her? Was the cold her fault? Didn't he understand how much debt she owed to the Brotherhood of Steel? They saved her!

"Shut up! If you wanted to be comfortable so much, then you should have stayed in the Vault. Sure you would be warm and living the same life! You came because you wanted to, I didn't ask to follow me. I just thought that… ”- The girl's voice gave a little hesitation and a lump in her throat was installed, along with some tears-“ Damn it, Deloria! ”

Butch opened his mouth to retort, but before he even said anything, Anna stepped up and disappeared into the mist. The boy stopped walking and called her a few times, but there were no answers. What did he do this time? His mind ran through his last sentences, did Anna think he regretted accompanying her? Does she think it's her fault for things going wrong? He had no doubts about that.

"Moron." -That was the only word that crossed Butch's head as he advanced through the fog after the girl. Since when she completed her father's project and woke up in the Brotherhood hospital, after that radiation bath and thank God with all her hair on her head, Anna started to blame herself for many things, be it the death of her father, the other scientists and even for the coma that the blond soldier finds himself in - "You idiot."

Turning off the Pip-boy, Butch managed to follow the small sounds of sobbing and it didn't take long to find the crouching girl crying behind a rut.

"Anna." - Butch called her seriously. And the way the girl's green eyes looked back at him, it looked like he wasn't expecting that. "Anna, are you going to tell me what's going on or are you playing hard to get?"

The girl swallowed her cry, and wiped the tears from her cheeks with the tip of her scarf.

“II, B-Butch .... There is so much going on, so much problems that I have to solve and that almost always ends with someone I like injured or… dead. It is being difficult and too heavy to handle alone. - She paused to get her thoughts in order, Butch did not move or spoke in fear that she would stop talking - “And I don't want this anymore, I don't want to have to take responsibility for others, I don ' t want to decide the future of the world anymore. But I do everything the same, I don't change anything ... You're right to want to make up for it, and look at us now, it's really my fault that we're in this situation, for being away from home, for being hungry and cold, for having this stupid mission. Sorry Butch, I also wanted to be in River City ... But I also wanted to be on the road with you by my side, discovering and making all those detentions we took for dreaming about being here worthwhile. I'm sorry if I got you involved in my problems again. -She finished lowering her eyes again-

She let it all out, almost without pause. Her eyes cried again and Butch crouched down beside her and stroked her head. He sighed and as he put together a sentence, thoughts of her traveled a bit to when they lived in the vault. Since childhood, Butch had to deal with an Anna who lived under pressure to do what society or her father expected, always smiling and as if she were happy ... even if it was totally contrary to what she wanted and believed, And every time those tearful green eyes came to meet him, the boy did exactly as he did now, let her vent (even if he didn't hear much of the complaint) and stroked her head.

It is unknown how long the two stayed there, but it was long enough for Butch to think about something, the sobs to stop and all that morning fog to dissipate.

“Thank you,” replied Anna quietly, still buried in the scarf.

Butch smiled as he took Anna's hand and held it up. He knew that his "tough guy" pose was almost always undone when he saw her crying face ... After all, she was always his best friend and all that silly nonsense that the woman who married the priest comments on about soul mate.

“It's ok, Crybaby. Of course, I was mad at the cold, you know I hate cold ... But I'm glad I came with you, I learned a few things and met a lot of nice people. Besides, that's what I… sorry, we always wanted to do it! - Then he left his tender voice, to bring his traditional debauchery voice - And of course I couldn't leave an idiot like you alone here ... That's what I'm here for, because I can do a lot of things, shoot , stab, make you start to cry and stop and… ”

“Butchieeeee, you always destroy that romantic climate” - interrupted the girl with giggles, pushing him - And you always complain that I'm not "romantic enough".

Butch smiled smugly, of course there was more that the boy wanted to say to her. But at that moment, it was enough, probably because she wouldn't be able to get rid of this burden so fast.

A strong wind hit them and with his free arm Butch protected her as she hugged him back. When they opened their eyes they realized that the last remnants of mist had disappeared, presenting them with an image that they had only seen in black and white in the films or in the biology books ... A green field dotted with colorful flowers with a few birds flying over them. The two exclaimed in awe as they watched the rare landscape.

"And that talk about not having a place like that ?." - Anna commented softly-

"Shut up." - Butch replied smiling.

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❤ Another drawing following the list of clothes and with a little story !! ❤

The truth is that this time it took me longer to write than to draw. 😥😥

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blackdiamondwrites127 · 3 years

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Nightmare

A little follow up one shot to my Hal angst post. Hope y'all like it!

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Catalina woke up in the middle of the night. She sits up and looks around.

Something was wrong.

She could feel it.

She looked beside her and found Jane sleeping peacefully. She allowed herself a small smile at the sight of her wife before focussing back on the task at hand. Carefully, she got out of bed and exited the room quietly so as to not wake up the slumbering silver queen. She stands out in the hallway for a while. Looking at the closed doors of her housemates. Deducting which one was out of place.

Then she noticed it.

The dark yellow door with a large white rabbit painted on it leading to her son's room was opened by a crack.

She goes over to it and knocks lightly. She waited. No answer. She knocks again. A bit louder this time. No answer again. She grabs the knob and gently pushed it open. She then takes a look inside the rabbit themed bedroom.

Empty.

Hal's bed looked recently used. His rabbit patterned blanket thrown back, his favourite rabbit plushie that Jane handmade for him since he was a baby was on the floor and his pink bunny slippers was missing from beside his bed. Catalina frowned and closed the door. She goes over to the bathroom and found it unlocked and empty after knocking and asking if anyone was there. She decides to move to her next destination of her investigation.

"Bugsy's in the kitchen."

The gold queen lets out a startled yelp and turns around to find Mae standing outside her bedroom door. Clad in light blue pj's with cat patterns on it, blue cat slippers on and her curly hair in a mess.

"Ay dios mio. You startled me. How did you...?" Catalina asked.

"He always goes to the kitchen whenever he's feeling down. Probably a nightmare again," Mae said.

"Again?"

The youngest Boleyn-Parr nodded. "I told him yesterday to talk to you or Aunt Jane about his nightmare but it seems that he didn't," she said.

"What was his nightmare even about?"

"It's not my place to tell. It's best that you talk to him."

"Okay. Thank you, Mae. You can go back to bed now," Catalina said.

Mae nodded again before going back in her room. Closing her light blue door shut. The first queen sighed and makes her way downstairs. Sure enough, the kitchen light was on and she could see Hal sitting on one of the barstools and hunched over the island counter. He was clad in his yellow rabbit printed pj's, his feet covered by his favourite pink bunny slippers and his curly brown hair messy and out of his usual bun.

"Mijo?" she called as she approached him.

The young prince sat upright upon hearing his mother's voice call out to him. Catalina could see him do a quick wiping motion to his face followed by hearing him sniffle.

"M-Ma, hey. What are you doing up so late?" he asked in an attempt to act fine but it failed due to his voice shaky and cracking.

"I should be the one asking you that. What's wrong?"

Catalina pulls out the barstool next to his and sat down. She took note of the glass of chocolate milk in his hand and the half empty jug of said chocolate milk next to it.

She distinctly remembers that that specific jug was bought just yesterday.

Drinking chocolate milk is always his go to drink whenever he's upset. And drinking about half a jug of newly bought chocolate milk worried the golden queen.

"I'm fine, ma. Nothing to worry about. I just can't sleep," Hal said. Turning to face her and giving her a forced smile that didn't reach his golden brown eyes.

"Drinking half a jug of newly bought chocolate milk in the middle of the night while crying is something to worry about. Mijo, tell me what's wrong," she said. Gently placing a hand on his shoulder.

His smile dropped from his face and he started to sob. His tears falling down his already tearstained face. Catalina gently pulls him in her arms and lets him cry on her shoulder for awhile. He held on to her tightly as he cried. Letting all his emotions pour out while his mother comfortingly rub circles on his back.

After a while, he pulls away and managed to collect himself.

"Sorry ma..." he said. Catalina gave him a reassuring smile as she wiped his tears away with her thumb.

"It's okay, mijo. Now, Mae mentioned about a nightmare that's been bothering you," she said.

He sighed and finished the last of his glass of chocolate milk. The first queen waited patiently for him to collect himself.

"It started when I decided to do more research on myself," Hal started.

She nodded. Signaling him to go on and that she'll listen. He took a deep breath and continued.

"I...I read some historians theorize about the events happening in history if I had lived up to adulthood. Obvious things like me being king and England staying as a catholic country and all that. But what really struck was the possibility of...father...not divorcing you and separating you and Mary. Leaving you to die alone..."

Catalina held his hand and gently squeezed it reassuringly. She said nothing. Just waiting for him to continue. She knew talking about their past lives is always hard for them.

"...it also made me think of the possibility of...him not marrying five more times and...mum and the others not suffering under his hand."

"Tell me about your nightmare," she said in a calm and quiet voice.

Hal takes a shuddering breath.

"I was...in a dark place. Then a spotlight was on and I saw...I saw a crown floating above my head. Then I felt a heavy weight on my right shoulder. When I looked, I realized...it was father's hand. He was standing next to me. Looming down on me with his heavy hand still on my shoulder. Then I heard a voice declare 'All hail King Henry IX'," he started.

Catalina listened intently to him. Hal continues his recount on his nightmare.

"I started to freak out. Everything was a blur now and I saw myself as king...I saw myself as father...doing the same atrocities he had done because I realized...in a world where I lived to adulthood...in a world where father was prevented in doing his atrocities...I would be the one to execute them instead..."

Hal's hands and voice were shaking by the time he finished and fresh tears welled up in his eyes and fell down his face. Dripping onto the cold tiles of the island counter. The first queen was quiet for awhile. Mulling over her son's words. She snaps out of her stupor when Hal suddenly spoke.

"Ma...do you think...I'm going to end up just like father...?"

She immediately pulls him closer to her.

"No. No you will not. You are Hal. You are MY son. Unless you actively seek out to be just like Henry, which I highly doubt you will, you will not end up like him," she said. Hal sobbed into her shirt as he held on to her tightly.

"B-But...I was named after him...I was born to be the next Henry..."

"Mijo, look at me."

Hal looks up at her. His tearful golden brown eyes meeting her golden ones. Catalina placed her hands on either side of his face and kissed his forehead briefly before looking at him again.

"You may be named Henry but that does not mean you are Henry. You are not a king who marries six times due to his obsession in having a son. You are a young boy with an obsession for rabbits and a passion for the culinary arts. You are Hal. Son of Catherine of Aragon and Jane Seymour. You're my little prince and you will always be my sweet and kind Hal," she said.

Hal gives her a genuine smile this time and she returned it with a smile of her own.

"Gracias mamá. I really needed to hear that," he said. Hugging her again. She kissed the top of his head and holds him closer.

"De nada, mijo. Think you can go back to bed now?"

"Uh...the chocolate milk sort of made me more awake."

Catalina chuckled. "Well then why don't we watch a movie until we both fall asleep?" she suggested.

Hal grins and hops off the barstool. Making his way to the living room to pick a movie. The golden queen smiled and followed her son. Flicking the kitchen light off before joining him on the couch. Zootopia already playing on the T.V.

Hal snuggled next to his mother as they watched his favourite movie for the umpteenth time.

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Jane woke early as usual but what was unusual was the empty space next to her. Sure, Catalina often woke up early as well but she usually stayed in bed for another hour, wanting cuddles from her.

The silver queen gets up and gets dressed for the day. She goes downstairs to find Anna in the living room. Clad in her running clothes, holding a blanket in one hand and her phone in the other.

"Anna what--?"

The red queen cuts her off by shushing her. She then motions for her to come closer to the couch and look.

Jane walks over and couldn't help but gush at the sight that greeted her.

Catalina and Hal sleeping on the couch. The first queen had her arms wrapped protectively around her son and the young prince curled up quite comfortingly against his mother.

Anna takes a picture of the moment before draping the blanket over the slumbering mother and son.

"I found them sleeping here with Zootopia playing on repeat," Anna said.

"Hal probably couldn't sleep last night and Lina went down to keep him company," Jane said.

"Probably. It's best to let them sleep in. I'm off on my run."

"Yeah. Be careful and be back before breakfast."

The fourth queen nods and exits the house to go on her morning run. Jane looked back at her wife and son and smiled lovingly. She planted soft kisses on both of their foreheads before going to the kitchen to start on breakfast.

She didn't notice the empty glass and the half empty jug of chocolate milk still on the island counter.

#six #six the musical #sixtended verse #catherine of aragon (six)#catalina de aragon (six)#mae parr (six)#hal aragon (sixtended)#jane seymour (six)#anna von kleve (six)#anna of cleves (six)#minor aramour #my art #my writing

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punkpoemprose · 3 years

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December 1st- Lights Out

Universe: 1970′s AU (The Great NYC Blackout of ‘77)

Rating: M (Mature, Sexy times)

Length: 3077 Words

A/N: So here we are again. Advent fics, and also decades AUs! I wrote from 1900 to 1950 for last year’s advent and I did 1960 in the spring, so here we are picking up where I left off! If you can guess what company Anna works for in this fic I will give you a cookie and a sticker.

Lets see if I can finish at least the decades this time around, shall we?

Anna sighed as soon as she walked through the front door of the apartment, letting her hair fall out of the low bun she’s had it up in all day. She knew that it was probably silly to keep it up. After all she hated it being that way, but she wanted to make a good impression at work. The better she did, the quicker she could get a good reference, and the sooner she could get out of the city.

She was a bit amused though, despite the hairpin headache it had given her all day, that a coworker had compared the look to something out of the sci-fi flick that had come out some months back. She hadn’t seen it yet, but she imagined that being compared to the princess in the film was probably a good thing, she did know that it was exceedingly rare that a princess was evil or ugly. Her experience with children’s content was, of course, what she’d in part been hired for in the first place.

She shook out her hair and heard some of the little metal bobby pins fall to the floor, they clattered and skidded, undoubtedly falling into cracks and corners she didn’t have the time, energy, or light to locate. She knew that she’d find them again someday, but she hoped that it would soon be because she was busy moving furniture into a truck and her belongings into boxes. New York was interesting, to say the least, but she’d decided that she was much more of a small-town gal than a city chick.

She gathered up the rest of the pins in her hand as she raked her hair through the long and snarled mess. Those pins that hadn’t jumped ship with the initial shake had found themselves tangled in the waves of descending hair and were sometimes angrily biting at strands and taking pieces with them as she removed them. She could already feel her headache easing as her scalp tingled and readjusted to the natural weight distribution of her hair.

The worst part of her job was not the headaches, the hairstyles, or even the momentary concerns that maybe the princess she looked like was the rare evil and cruel type. No, it was much more mundane and far more upsetting, the factor being, of course, the hours. She had been working since noon and it was one of the rare days that she was able to get home before nine at night. Of course, she had expected this when she joined on the CTW’s education research and grant writing division. Kid’s television didn’t exactly make itself, much less make itself educational, but she was looking forward to going elsewhere and working for a less high-profile program and company. A nine to five, she thought, would suit her just fine, especially if it meant that she’d spend more time actually working with kids.

She kicked her shoes off and let herself breathe for a moment before turning around to lock the apartment door behind her. Kristoff has been asking her to be more careful lately with the door, and on the subway, and doing just about anything. They weren’t in a particularly dangerous area of the city and the office she worked out of was only two subway stops from their apartment, but she understood the worry. She was young and pretty in his eyes at least and there was talk in the news about some psycho attacking women. She couldn’t let herself give into the fear of it though, she was done being afraid. She had spent too much of her life being scared and lonely to let it ever happen again.

The bathroom door opened on the opposite side of the room and Anna grinned at the familiar creak of the hinges. She turned and saw Kristoff, fresh from the shower with steam rolling out from behind him, looking as happy to see her as he felt seeing him.

“There’s takeout in the fridge,” he said, looking a bit sheepish, “I was going to cook but I didn’t know when you were getting home tonight and I forgot to pick up the egg noodles on my way back from the shop.”

She wondered how he’d react if she told him that he was the only thing she was hungry for. She’d forgotten to call him to let him know that she’d had a sub at the office while finishing up on some research for an upcoming episode about astronomy, and while she appreciated his efforts at takeout, she didn’t need to eat. She was much more interested in the feast for the eyes before her. She was starving for his attention, to let her hands wander down his chest and to the towel slung low over his hips the way her eyes were traversing the same path.

They were both working crazy hours, saving up as much as they could for their dream of moving to the suburbs or to upstate or wherever they could both find jobs in their fields with a nice little starter house that they could set up a life in. Consequently, they’d both been too exhausted lately to spend their time together doing anything other than eating, sleeping, and maybe listening to the radio before falling asleep. The monotony of it was more exhausting than the workload, particularly when she spent a fair amount of her day wishing for the opportunity she now found before her.

She saw him grin when her eyes wandered back up to his. She knew that he couldn’t have planned to be just getting out of the shower when she got home given he hadn’t known when she would get home, so she called it kismet instead. She shrugged off her blazer, barely turning as she hung it up on the coatrack and returned the smile, throwing in an eyebrow raise for good measure.

It made him laugh, and that let her know that she had looked exactly as mock-lascivious as she’d meant to. She’d learned that when it came to Kristoff, she never really needed to try to flirt, he just gave her the love she needed on demand. Any flirting between them was, at this point in their relationship, mostly for the laughs.

As she stepped forward to meet him she watched as the room went from softly lit to pitch black in an instant. It caused her to jump about a foot, rush forward, trip, and encounter Kristoff who had been, in return, crossing the room to get to her. The impact wasn’t gentle, he was normally her favorite pillow, his largeness being mostly a virtue given the fact that despite his muscle he was overwhelmingly soft, but she had never run straight into his chest before. It was a bit like what she felt running into a padded wall would feel like.

“Oof.”

His grunt of discomfort was a strange comfort when compared to the more concerned sounds, shouts, and confused cries that came from the surrounding apartments and the street below. That, Anna realized, meant that they were certainly not the only ones who were out of power.

“Sorry!”

She offered the apology meekly as his arms wrapped around her. He gave her a little protective squeeze and she rested her weight against him a bit more fully, still recovering from the impact of their bodies that had her a bit shaky on her feet. Normally she enjoyed the sensation of him thoroughly wrecking her, but crashing into him unexpectedly was significantly less enjoyable.

Power outages weren’t exactly uncommon in the summer as everyone ran their fans and air conditioners, but it normally wasn’t something that lasted exceedingly long. This already felt different though, particularly as Anna heard the hollers and shouts coming from through the window from the rest of the block. Whatever had caused their power to go out was not localized to their apartment or building it seemed.

She let her eyes drift over to the window as they adjusted to the darkness they’d been plunged into. She could see past the no longer running fan that there were no lights to be seen in the park across the street from it, nor were there any beyond it.

“I think it’s the whole block,” she said quietly, “maybe even more. There’s no lights in the park and I can’t see any light past that either.”

They were both quiet for a moment as she felt him turning to look as well, turning them together to the side so that they could both look through their dark window, into the dark city beyond.

“Crap,” he groaned, “Might be the whole borough.”

Anna shook her head. That would be insane. They were in Manhattan, it was massive, and for the sheer amount of different areas it contained there was really no logical way for her to wrap her head around the power being out across it.

“If Manhattan is out, the whole city might as well be. I don’t know what it would take for it all to go out.”

Kristoff sighed and Anna’s eyes finally adjusted well enough for her to see his grumpy expression, or at least the shadowy set of his displeased jaw. They sat like that for a while, eyes adjusting to the dark, waiting for the power to click back on and for them to be proven wrong about any more than just their block being out. It didn’t return after minutes passed like hours, and they were forced to move from their standstill.

“Well… guess it’s a good thing that Elsa bought us candles for an apartment warming gift. Do we even have a lighter?”

Anna sighed, “Honestly I don’t know? I think I have a box of matches in the drawer next to the stove because we needed them when the igniter wasn’t working. One of us needs to take up smoking if this is going to become a more frequent event.”

That, she was pleased to report, made him laugh again. She stepped out from his arms to bump into furniture in her search for the drawer containing the matches. She never truly realized how many obstacles their apartment contained until she crashed her hip into the table edge, bumped into a basket of laundry she’d only half folded, and stumbled across a chair leg.

“That seems like an extreme option. We could just buy a lighter and not smoke. I know you don’t like the smell. You always complain about it when we go out to eat and someone lights up at a table near us.”

Anna hip checked the counter by accident but managed to find the drawer handle with one hand as she rubbed the now sore skin through her pant leg with the other. Somewhere on the other side of the apartment she heard Kristoff open the closet door and make a valiant attempt to dig through out-of-season coats, miscellaneous pieces of décor, tools, and sundry to find candles that, like everything else in their apartment, he couldn’t see.

For her part she was rummaging through the junk drawer, fingers making contact with buttons, patches, glue bottles, tape dispensers, and all manner of unnecessary-until-they’re-necessary items. She always told herself when she went into the drawer for something that she needed to clean it out, but it was one of those tasks that never made itself a priority.

“I don’t like it, but I’d probably have a lighter in my pocket if I did.”

She could practically feel his eyes rolling when her fingertips brushed against the rough, sandpaper-like striker of the matchbox. Her hand wrapped around the little box, and she was grateful to feel something rattle around inside. It would have been just like her to have thrown an empty box back into the drawer, and she couldn’t help but appreciate past Anna for leaving her at least a few matches.

“Found them,” Kristoff called just as Anna was about to do the same. It was a small mercy, she thought, that they’d managed to be prepared despite not intentionally preparing for anything. She held the match box up in the dark and shook it hard, the rattling heard across the apartment even with their neighbors still grumbling and shouting.

“Great,” he replied, hearing the sound or seeing the movement confirming the existence of the matches. “Though you should know… Anna I think I lost my towel somewhere near the closet.”

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The lights hadn’t come on. They’d spent hours in the living room, reading, lazing, complaining about the heat as they read and lazed and sweated in their underclothes. The possibility of going out and seeing what everyone else was doing was offered and quashed by them both on a few occasions, ultimately with them both deciding that they wouldn’t be leaving the apartment that night, nor would they be doing so in the morning, even if the power was back on.

“I deserve a day off,” Anna moaned as Kristoff’s hips rolled into hers.

They’d went to bed innocently enough, planning to sleep in and catch up on rest. The plan had lasted all of a few moments until Anna took advantage of Kristoff spooning her to press her rear suggestively into his crotch. She thought that they deserved some sort of prize for making it into bed in the first place. She’d wanted him since she walked into the apartment, and though he’d managed to put on underwear out of the half-folded laundry basket after losing his towel, Anna had been more than willing to spend the rest of their evening on the couch in candle light.

Their current arrangement was better on their backs, and less likely to start a fire.

“You do baby,” he agreed, his voice deep as they engaged in the only agreeable activity a young couple could possibly agree on when it was late, the power was out, and there was nothing to be done about the heat.

His hands were on her waist as she moved above him, his fingers pressing into her skin as he helped her find a rhythm. She loved the way it felt to have him below her, to give him the pleasure he deserved while taking it for herself.

“You deserve a day off,” she added, “We can spend the whole day in bed.”

He groaned and she felt his fingers squeeze a little tighter at the idea of spending a whole day alternating between making love and napping. Though, she supposed that he might also be reacting to the fact that she was speeding up her pace, riding him hard and fast, trying to make up for weeks of unwanted celibacy in one night.

She was full of him, each time she rolled her hips and sank down on him brought her closer and closer to the edge. She’d spent hours daydreaming of it, feeling the stretch of him filling her, watching the euphoric daze come over his features as he let her give herself to him again and again until they were tired and sated. To see it now in the dim flickering candle light brought an intimacy that she hadn’t imagined before, the light dancing over his kiss swollen lips as he groaned and panted along with her.

“Anna, if you keep doing that I’m going to…”

She rocked her hips and his rolled in return, seeking just the right angle together and finding it as the friction of their joining brought her to her climax before he could achieve the same. She kept her pace, riding out the euphoric sensation as he panted out her name. She let him take up the lead then, letting him set the pace as she moved along with the urging of his hands on her waist.

“Kris,” she encouraged, “Gosh baby you make me feel so good. Please come for me.”

She settled her hands on his shoulders, using him for support as they sped up and worked together to find his end.

He came for her, his grip tightening and his eyes fluttering closed as she watched his face. That was her favorite part of being on top, the view it afforded her of his features softening as she felt him go pliant below her.

They stayed like that for a moment, his hands on her hips and her just holding his shoulders for support, watching him. When he caught his breath and her thighs began to shake from the effort, he pulled her to his side and kissed her lips softly, almost chastely.

“I hope the power stays out,” Anna teased as she got comfortable on the bed at his side, “I know we agreed not to go to work tomorrow, but I think I could live without electricity if it meant more of this.”

Kristoff chuckled against her ear as he pulled her back into him. It was too hot for it, too hot for what they’d just done, but a slight breeze through the window cooled the sweat on their bare skin and made it bearable. She felt him kiss her throat and she hummed appreciatively at the contact, her arm settling over his where it crossed her stomach.

“Or we could just move sooner than planned. Imagine all the free time we’ll have together when we’re on the same schedule. I’ve been looking at jobs North of Albany and I think with our savings we can live on one income for a little while if you want to move up the timeline.”

Anna smiled at the idea.

“Want to hear something crazy?”

He didn’t speak but instead she felt him nodding behind her.

“I’ve been thinking the same thing. I’ve been looking at open positions upstate too and Fisher Price is looking for someone with an education background to join their research and design team. I was thinking about calling about the position and setting up an interview, but it just seemed like it was a little fast.”

“Anna that’s not crazy… baby that’s wonderful.”

“You’re wonderful,” she teased, leaning back into him and turning her head to give him a peck on his arm.

He laughed and kissed her on the top of her head in retaliation, and as they quieted and dozed off to sleep, Anna could not help but to think that maybe the blackout was fate after all.

#kristanna #kristannaadvent2020 #frozen fanfiction #kristanna fanfiction #1970's AU #Blackout of 77 AU

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smol-and-grumpy · 4 years

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Sky Full Of Stars - CH05

Sequel to Something Just Like This

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: He’s Dean Winchester, ex mobster boss, still a little cocky, less ruthless and not at all short tempered anymore. Instead, he thinks he’s hilarious (she doesn’t agree, though). They both try to live a quiet life. And Dean hopes, very hard, that his former life won’t come knocking at their door.

Warnings: Mostly fluff really, with an added sprinkle of angst

WC: 2889

SERIES MASTERLIST

Dean’s sleeping on the couch in the private room he upgraded her to because Y/N needs to stay for a night and he wants her to be as comfortable as possible. She guesses that it has a lot to do about her hating hospitals.

He doesn’t look like he’s sleeping comfortably at all though, his big body nearly spills out of that tiny couch. His upper body twists away from the rest and she’s sure that his back will hurt like a bitch once he wakes up. He looks almost comical and she takes her phone, snaps a picture. Maybe she’ll make it her home screen.

She likes to take pictures of him in unflattering circumstances because it’s the only way she can be reminded that Dean is not perfect after all. He might look perfectly delicious all the time but he’s certainly not perfect in every sense and that’s totally perfect to her. She wouldn’t want it any other way.

Ella’s sleeping in her cot next to Y/N’s bed.

Ella.

She remembers the start of their journey in search of a perfect name. Either one of them always had the right to veto and if someone vetoes, the name must be dropped completely. Dean suggested girls names and she doesn’t know if he knew women with these names? Maybe he did. Maybe he even slept with half of the names he suggested and really she didn’t want to be that kind of girl but she does have insecurities and that’s just how she is as a person. She can’t change the fact that she’s always going to be jealous because he’s had so much more and could still have women better than her. Y/N knows that her way of thinking is dumb, because he chose her after all, he wants to marry her, he has a baby with her—

—yet still...

So, when one day she suggested Ella — because she loved Cinderella when she grew up — Dean was quick to agree, there was no pausing to think or anything, just Dean repeating the name a couple of times, to hear it roll off his tongue. He then just walked to the chalkboard they had, with names written on it to choose from, and put Ella right on top. And it stayed there until the day she gave birth.

The girl starts to stir in her cot and Y/N leans over, takes the baby out and tries to dock Ella on her still milkless breasts. The nurse informed her, but she already heard it from Anna too, that the milk will only come a couple of days later. Nonetheless the baby needs to drink now and apparently she has already produced colostrum that Ella would be needing in the first couple of days.

Now Y/N’s trying to do what the nurse taught her before. She docks her little girl to her nipple and lets Ella suck the needed milk out of her. She’s not going to lie, it hurts like hell, has to bite down on her lips not to cry out and wake Dean up. And with every suck on her nipple, she feels something flowing out of her down there, and she gets cramps in her stomach. They’re not worse than menstruation cramps though, so at least there’s that.

Ella starts to grunt and trashes around with her arms and that’s when Y/N knows that she needs to switch breasts. While she does it, Ella starts to cry, which prompts Dean to wake up from his short nap.

He blinks and rubs the sleep out of his eyes, yawns once more before he sits up and stretches himself. Dean looks over when he remembers where he was, sees her docking Ella to her nipple and he stills then as he watches her nurse their baby.

She chuckles at him, “Maybe you should take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

He grins, it’s all cocky, and that’s when she knows that she shouldn’t have said that.

Dean grabs his phone out of his pants, “Okay,”

“I was joking, put that thing back.”

Dean laughs and stands up, walks over to her to sit on the bed, leans down to kiss her and then Ella.

“I’m not gonna lie,” He says, as he watches his daughter drink from her, “Maybe you’d think I’m a creep but seeing you nursing her turns me on very much.”

“Ugh,” Y/N huffs out, “No sex, Dean. Never again.”

He raises his eyebrow, “Never?”

“You heard me. It brought me into this situation in the first place. And I’m all messed up down there. You can’t change my mind.” She strokes Ella’s head while the little one sucks her nipple raw.

“That’s a challenge I’m up to.” He grins.

After a while Ella finishes and falls asleep right on her naked chest. Dean leans down, noses at the baby’s head. Takes in the baby’s scent. It smells heavenly, she knows.

“Dean? Could you go to the bag and get a little box out of it? It’s in the side pocket. I can’t remember which side, though.”

“Okay,” He pushes himself up from the bed and walks over to the bag, he tries the side pocket, comes up empty handed and tries the other one.

Fishing out the box, he looks at it but he doesn’t get suspicious at all. He walks back to her and hands it over but she shakes her head, doesn’t take it. “No, it’s for you.”

“For me?” He frowns and she thinks it’s cute how he has no clue whatsoever.

Y/N nods, smiles up to him, to which Dean frowns some more. “Go on, open it.”

And that he does, opens up to the ring she bought for him. His jaw drops. Dean looks to the ring, back to her, and to the ring again.

“Why, what?” He swallows, “I need so sit down.” He says then, sits next to her on the bed, slides his body down a little and she moves to the side, making room for him. Dean lays down next to her, kisses her temple, his hand still holding the box. “Do you maybe want to explain why you’re giving me a ring?”

She tilts her head to look him in the eye, “Well,” She starts to say and is somehow not struggling with the words as much as she thought she would be, “I thought you’ve been so good with me, with us. You’ve been so patient, and you let me insult you on a daily basis,”

“You didn’t do it on purpose, so,” He mumbles, throws it in.

“You shush, my lips are still moving, I’m still talking.”

Dean snorts.

“Right, where was I?” She tries to remember, “So, you were really my rock, and I’m sorry I made you go to the store so many times.”

“That’s okay,” He kisses her temple once more, his hands are still holding that damn box and he doesn’t take out the ring yet and she knows it’s because she doesn’t tell him to.

“I was just thinking that it’s not fair that it’s only me who gets to wear a ring to know where I belong. Just as you want to keep me, Dean, I want to keep you too. Will you let me keep you?”

Dean chuckles, and he sniffles a little but he’s quick to bury his face in the side of her neck, and when she tilts her head, he quickly looks up and kisses her. She knows that it’s because he doesn’t want to come across as a wimp because of the amount he already cried in the last twenty-four hours.

“Yeah, of course,” He whispers against her mouth, and she smiles into the kiss.

“Take it out, wear it.” Y/N urges him and he has to tell her to calm down before he slips it on his ring finger. It fits him like a glove, she made sure of it. He doesn’t ask her how she knows what size he needs though, but she guesses he knows that Cas has something to do with it.

“You’re full of surprises, you know that?” He noses at her temple. “I love it, thank you.”

***

It’s two days later that her milk starts to come in. She knows because as soon as she wakes up, her chest feels funny.

Dean brings Ella over from the girl’s bedroom. That’s right, Their girl is sleeping in the other room because Y/N couldn’t get any sleep when they were all in the same room. She would hear every grunt, every movement and it drove her crazy.

Y/N thought that she was an awful mother to not want her baby close but Anna told her that she felt the same. It was kind of a relief to know that she wasn’t the only one.

During the day, Ella’s always by her side, it’s just the nights that she needs space.

So, Dean volunteered to go get her while she tries to get out of bed with a funny feeling. Her chest feels heavy, and her breasts feel like they’re burning up. She rolls out of bed, stands in front of the floor lengths mirror and lifts her shirt, and holy shit!

Her tits are ginormous, hard and heavy, there’s stretch marks on the side of her boobs and around her nipple, blue veins all across it. Her tits look absolutely fake and they’re near exploding.

Dean walks in, all smiles, and in only his underwear, balancing his girl on his arm when he stops dead in his tracks. “Jesus, baby, what happened to your boobs?”

She turns around then, her hands still holding up the shirt but she can’t focus on her own chest, instead she looks at Dean. He looks so damn yummy in only his boxer briefs and their girl in his arms, his bed hair standing out in all different directions and she loves that, thinks that she’s really the luckiest girl in the world.

Dean does his best to hide his boner while he watches her nurse their baby girl. He’s so mesmerized that he didn’t even hear her calling for him to go get a towel because her other boob is leaking.

And it really, truly is leaking because the milk just flows out and now he can’t take his eyes off it either.

He didn’t hear her tell him to go get a cloth, which prompts her to elbow him in the ribs.

Dean runs to the bathroom, comes out with a fresh cloth and holds it to her tit. Jesus, it’s so full and hard, same as his cock.

“You’re hard,” She chuckles as if she can read his mind.

Well, she doesn’t have to be a mind reader to know it since she can most definitely see a clear dick print through his underwear.

“Yeah, can’t help it. What would you say w—”

“—No,”

“Baby,”

“Dean, I’m still in a fucking diaper myself, even if I wanted to, I couldn’t. It’s yuck.”

“Yuck?” He laughs, “I was only joking,” He moves closer, presses his lips to her naked shoulder. He really did joke, because after all, he wants for her to get better.

And the diaper thing is kind of true either. They were laughing about it on their way back from the hospital. She’s not laughing about it anymore, though.

When they released her, they said that her vagina should heal soon. Dean hopes so too. He absolutely hates to see her struggling with so many things at the same time, and wishes sometimes that he could nurse Ella himself so at least she gets that weight off her shoulders but since it’s not possible, he just tries to help as best as he can.

Dean found out that he’s a fairly reasonable diaper changer. It took a lot to get there though. When he changed his first diaper, he gagged so hard the tears shot right into his eyes and Y/N just stood there laughing. He then found out that if he pins a peg to his nose and only breathes through his mouth, it was bearable.

His hands are too big though, so he has trouble cleaning Ella thoroughly and it takes him much longer than when Y/N does it. He also accidentally slips occasionally, and would dip his hand into the warm poo every time he rolls the damn diaper up, and then he’s gagging again, even if he doesn't even smell it.

So despite all that, life’s really good right now. Everyone’s healthy and he hopes it’ll stay that way.

They settled into life with little Ella. She mostly keeps them (or rather Y/N) up all night because she’s only two weeks old and her feeding schedule right now is every three hours.

Y/N tries to get in naps during the day when Dean can take care of Ella’s other needs and everything that needs to be done in the house. She’s really thankful for that, thankful that they’re able to live comfortably and Dean doesn’t have to go to work to provide for his family. She knows that it’s a privilege and she doesn’t take it for granted.

Another thing she’s thankful for is Dean being a closet neat freak. Oh, he can be sloppy too, but in moderation. Only if he wants to be. Most of the time though, he picks up after her and Ella and now more than ever because he wants to make himself useful around the house.

She usually takes naps after a feeding. She would hand Ella to Dean and leave him to do the rest with changing diapers and walking around with her until she falls asleep again while Y/N plants herself on the sofa. She falls asleep immediately too and sometimes she would wake up with Dean spooning her and taking a nap too.

They’ve become so lazy, living like sloths for the first four weeks. Only when Ella’s feeding time changes to every four hours do they go out to take walks, taking Truffles with them and that boy loves the little baby to death. He constantly watches her, alarms them when Ella so much as lets out a grunt.

Bubbles needed more time to adjust though, but Y/N can feel that the cat slowly accepts the new family member.

Y/N takes a shower after she feeds Ella and Dean takes over, changing her diaper and lays her down for the night. When she walks out from the bathroom, Dean’s not in their room, which is unusual because it’s already late and he usually goes to bed when she does.

She slips a shirt over her head before she walks out to search for Dean in Ella's room. But the house is awfully silent as soon as she steps onto the landing. The door to Ella’s room is wide open and there’s no sign of either Ella or Dean.

Walking down the stairs, she doesn’t see them in the living room either, but then she hears creaking of wood.

The door to the terrace is open, she can hear the rocking chair outside through the thin screen door. She hears a bass too, a humming of a melody.

She tiptoes closer, comes to stand on the inside, listening to Dean humming to their baby girl.

He’s sitting in the rocking chair, rocks back and forth with Ella on his chest, a blanket draped over both of them.

Dean’s humming Metallica, and she has to smirk. Ella stirs on his chest, yawning.

“What? You don’t like it?” He whispers to her before he chuckles softly.

Y/N watches Dean placing a kiss on Ella’s temple, her heart fills with joy. Ella doesn’t really register Dean but he starts to talk to their girl in a soft voice. A voice he uses whenever he soothes Y/N. A voice he whispers when he wants to reassure her that she’s all he wants.

She sees him looking up to the sky. The stars are all out tonight.

“Daddy loves you so much,” Dean whispers, places another kiss on the little girl's cheek, “Mommy loves you, too.”

Dean leans his head back, rocks back and forth before he sighs, “Daddy has done bad things, Ella. Things that might come back to haunt me. I’ll explain everything to you when you’re older, alright? Not going to lie to you.”

Y/N’s heart that just filled itself with joy starts to ache and she hugs her arms around her body tighter.

“I wanna see you grow up. Wanna see you becoming a strong girl. I really hope I’ll get to see that.” Dean’s voice is shaking a little, she can hear it.

“But if I can’t, the only thing you have to know is that daddy loves you, okay? So, so much. You’re going to be a good girl for mommy, you hear me?”

Little Ella stirs, as if she listened and understood what Dean just told her.

Dean smiles, kisses Ella once more.

Y/N retreats, leaves Dean quality time with his daughter. She’ll ask him later what he means, because the thing he just said worries her.

CH06

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simplyotometrash · 4 years

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Blind Dates

Gavin x MC

Warnings: None

Gavin and MC go on blind dates....just not with each other

All of my MCs are written with they/them pronouns unless otherwise asked!

Minor set him up on a blind date. Without him even consenting to it. Gavin hated the very thought of going on a date with someone who wasn’t them. It wasn’t as if they were dating, he hadn’t gotten his nerve up enough to ask. Getting shot at and stabbed and being in overall dangerous situations were way easier than asking the one person he had feelings for out on a date.

“You’re gonna like her! She’s super cool and fun and very athletic!” Minor had said when he dropped the news.

But it wasn’t MC. He’d been head over heels for MC since high school. Since they saved him. After high school, he honestly didn’t think he would actually see MC again. Fate lead them back into his life. He intended to keep them there this time. He wasn’t going to sit back and watch them walk out of his life. He wanted to ask them out. He’d meant to the last few times they spent time together. Yet something always kept him from getting those words out. It was as if they would get trapped in his throat. They never came out. If he wanted to say something, it could never be the words he wanted to say.

So why was Gavin going on this blind date exactly? Because Minor had already set it up with the girl and he didn’t want to be rude. Gavin would have to simply explain the misunderstanding and apologize to her for wasting her time. He just hoped she didn’t get to upset. He wasn’t good when people cried. Comforting people had never really been his strong suit.

Gavin sighed and adjusted the cuffs of his jacket.. A dinner date of all things. Why couldn’t it have been a simple lunch date? Dinner seemed so formal and fast. Lunch or maybe coffee would have been better. He was tempted to kill Minor for the blind date later on. Gavin didn’t want to be in that position. His heart belonged to MC and yet he was set up on a date with someone else entirely. It was not even fair to the poor girl he got set up with. She didn’t even have a chance.

“Gavin?” A voice, clear as a bell, interrupted him from his slightly brooding thoughts.

MC. They were waiting at the same restaurant he was. Oh. They looked stunning. Far more dressed up than he was. Their clothes accented their frame nicely, hugging their body in the right places. The bracelet he had given them dangled on the wrist and it caused his heart to skip a beat.

“Hey, MC. What’re you doing here?”

They laughed. Oh that laugh. It was so beautiful that even angels would stop to listen. “Kiki set me up on some blind date. I didn’t want to come but I couldn’t just turn it down, you know? I figured it couldn’t hurt to humor her and go on this date.”

That was a relief. They weren’t on a date willingly with someone. “Minor did the same thing to me.”

“What’re the odds! I hope you have fun tonight.” They smiled at him, tucking some hair back behind their ear. “Anyone on a date with you is lucky!”

I could say the same thing about you. He thought dismally. Even if they didn’t want to be on the date necessarily, he couldn’t help the sinking feeling in his heart. He wanted to be the one they were on a date with. Not some other guy. What if they took a liking to this other man and actually started dating him? Gavin would lose his chance before he ever got up his nerve.

“Mr. Bai? Sorry for the wait, your party is already at your table. Please, right this way.” A host led him away from you. And his heart felt like a stone in water.

He walked to his table to be greeted by a woman in a beautiful dress, her red hair chopped off short, freckles adorning her skin.

“Hi, Gavin, right? Minor’s told me about you.�� She smiled at him as he sat down. “I’m Eliza. It’s a pleasure.”

“Yeah, hello. I’m Gavin. Funny, Minor hasn’t said anything about you. He wouldn’t even tell me the name of who he set me up with.” The chuckle that left his throat sounded happy but was laced with malice. Oh he could kill Minor for this.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw MC and tall, dark haired man in a flashy suit walk to a table a little ways away.. Could you say tacky? It made him feel...angry. Just pure anger. The guy was peacocking, trying to make you like him by looking flashy. Hmph.

“So, uh, Eliza,” Gavin cleared his throat, “Minor said you play sports. What do you play?”

This was how the entire night went. Gavin and Eliza trying to make small talk, albeit awkwardly at first, while Gavin kept watch over you out of the corner of his eye. It looked like you hadn’t gotten a word in all night. You looked pained as you faked a smile. He could tell it wasn’t genuine. Your smile never once reached your eyes during your date with that guy. Gavin could relax knowing that the other guy was not doing too well. That was when things began going much better with Eliza.

“I can tell you weren’t really interested,” Eliza laughed as he escorted her out of the restaurant.

Gavin went so red that it reached the tips of his ears. “I’m so sorry. I tried to not be rude. Minor had-”

“It’s okay, man, I understand. I didn’t get much choice in saying no to him either. He thinks because I’m single that I must need help finding a guy.” She mussed up her red hair with a bit of an eye roll. “Truth is, this was never going to work out. I’m a lesbian.”

“Oh.” That was all he could think to say. It wasn’t a bad thing. Just not what he expected to hear at the end of a date. He must have sighed though because she laughed again.

“Yeah “oh”. You’re cool, though, we should play basketball together some time.” She was waiting to hail a taxi. At least he knew should get home safe. Eliza was a nice woman. Gavin was ready to walk her home if she didn’t take a cab or have a ride. “By the way, I think you should go make your move. The girl you were eyeing all night. She’s the one whose got your heart in a knot, right? Go get her, tiger. Text me and let me know how it goes.”

Eliza got into her cab with a wink and a wave, having already handed him her number. Right. It was now or never. He needed to go to you and tell you how he felt. That whole date ordeal proved it to him. Gavin couldn’t do anything if he never confessed. He didn’t have a chance in high school, he couldn’t lose his chance this time.

Once he’d made it down an alleyway, Gavin took off up into the sky. The less time wasted the better. Flying would get him to your place in record time. He only hoped that he had a chance. If not, maybe being told so would help him finally let go. Closure helped the heart heal after all. The wind whipped his hair and clothes as he soared, the air felt good on his skin. It had been stuffy in the restaurant. The fresh air is where he belonged. He and the wind were connected.

Upon landing and making it up to your door, he tried to make himself look presentable. Though he didn’t think it was working. If only he knew how to calm down the racing of his heart. It was beating so hard that it felt as if it might break bones. Waiting for you to open the door felt like an eternity. He could hear your TV, he knew you weren’t asleep. Not to mention your lights were on as far as he could see.

“Gavin?” You blinked at the sight of him. “Come in, what are you doing here? It’s a bit late, you know!”

“I could ask you why you’re still awake,” he snorted, sliding his shoes off upon entering.

“I just managed to finish a proposal for work! I’m going to have Anna review it tomorrow. It’s the first time in a while I’ve been doing before I have to present to Victor.” You pulled him to sit on your couch.

“How did your blind date go?”

Your smile faltered and you failed to suppress a groan.

“That bad, huh?” He smiled apologetically and patted the top of your head.

“The guy wouldn’t let me speak! Every time I tried, he would cut me off to talk about himself some more. He kept flaunting his fake watch at me trying to get me to notice. I could tell it wasn’t expensive, it was some knock off store brand. He tried to order my food for me without even knowing what I wanted, saying he knew better!” You continued to vent about your awful blind date.

Gavin felt awful that you’d had such a bad time, but he couldn’t contain his smile. You were so expressive. So cute. It was like you were in your own world while you ranted about everything the jerk had done throughout the night. It was shame he couldn’t rescue you from that. At least you were safe. He was thankful for that.

“Enough about my god awful night. What about you? She was very beautiful.” Was that a hint of envy in your voice?

“Eliza was cool.” He gauged the look on your face. You were bad at hiding things. “But there isn’t going to be a second date. We’re going to play basketball sometime as friends, she just isn’t interested in dating.” It would be wrong for him to tell you that she was interested in women. It wasn’t exactly his place to say that to anyone after all. Not without permission from Eliza.

“I’m sorry. You two looked nice together.”

“I wasn’t interested in her, either.” Gavin took in a breath, Now or never. “To be honest, I wished all night that I had been on a date with you instead. I...I’m in love with you. I have been for a while now and- wait! Why are you crying? Please, MC, please don’t cry.”

You wiped your eyes, laughing as more tears spilled. “I’m not upset, Gav! We both went on dates with people we didn’t want to when the person we wanted to be with was on the other side of the restaurant!”

His face went bright pink. That meant you...felt the same way? “You...you...”

“I’m in love with you, too, silly!” You smacked his arm with a throw pillow, making him fake wince with a grin on his face. “I wanted to tell you but you’re so handsome. You have beautiful girls throwing themselves at you. I didn’t think I stood a chance.”

“Come here,” he gently urged you to move into his side. He planted a kiss on the top of your head. “No more stupid blind dates. Next time, I’m taking you out.”

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hellimagines · 4 years

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Scared to Love You -- Dettlaff van der Eretein

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Request: “hi!! i have a detlaff request!! something like reader was his friend and she knew about syanna’s secret!! she tried to warn detlaff but well he didn’t believe her. later they meet again when geralt convinced detlaff what syanna did and detlaff feels angry at him for treating reader like that! ilysm❤️”

Summary: You and Dettlaff have an argument when you try telling him about who Rhenawedd really is, only for him to lash out and break your heart.

Warnings: big angst in the beginning, with fluff at the end (as a treat)

Pairing: Dettlaff x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,900+

A/N: I haven’t played Blood and Wine in a while, so I’m sorry if the timeline is a little funky.

A stuffed bear hurtled across the room, exploding into a mess of stuffing and fur when it made contact with the wall, a few inches beside your head. Pieces of the bear got tangled with your hair, but you made no move to pick them out or even spare them a glance. A few more of Dettlaff’s toy creations met the same fate as the vampire destroyed the room in his rage.

Suddenly he turned on you, his eyes filled with rage. “You’re wrong. Rhenawedd wouldn’t fake her own kidnapping or use me to kill a couple of knights. This is someone else’s doing, she would have no reason for this!” Dettlaff snarled and his face began to contort as his transformation threatened to take over.

“That’s because she isn’t Rhenawedd, it’s not her real name!” you cried while peeling yourself away from the wall. “Her name is Sylvia Anna, and she is the sister of Duchess Anna Henrietta, I’ve told you this!”

Dettlaff scoffed lowly, “Yes, you have told me about this supposed conspiracy, after admitting to having spied on her.”

Your cheeks burned at Dettlaff’s words, causing you to scowl up at him. “She was acting strangely and I was worried. Not only about her, but about you. I care about you, more than she does! You are walking into a trap and you are going to get yourself killed!” you yelled at him, no longer trying to keep the peace.

Dettlaff stalked forward, cowering you against the wall once more. “Have you ever stopped to consider that I don’t care about you or what you have to say? I’m aware of your feelings for me, (Y/N), you must at least know that. I can hear your heart race and I can smell your arousal whenever I’m near. Your jealousy of Rhenawedd is a stench that permeates the room, and it disgusts me. Nothing you can say or do will make me love you the way you love me, or care about you as I care for Rhenawedd.”

You tried, god did you try, to keep the quiver from your lip and the tears from your eyes, but you couldn’t. Your heart shattered at your friend’s words, falling to pieces like a weight in your stomach as he glared down at you viciously. For the better part of ten years, you had traveled at Dettlaff’s side, giving him company and keeping him safe. You helped him feed, helped him find comfortable places to stay, helped him with Regis, helped him with Rhenawedd. You did anything he asked, and in turn, he kept you safe and happy; even when he would ask you to find somewhere else for the night because Rhenawedd was there, even when you would have to sleep in the forest or in Regis’ crypt because there was nowhere else, even when he randomly left you alone for days or weeks because ‘Rhenawedd has never seen Skellige, and she’s been sad lately’, you were still happy because Dettlaff was happy and you could still call him your friend. But now, listening to his claws scratching against the wall by your head as he closed his hand into a fist, you felt angry and broken and stupid. So very, very stupid.

“You are a cruel man, Dettlaff. I would call you a monster, but monsters are brainless creatures that hurt others because that’s all they know how to do. You’re not a monster, you’re just heartless and pathetic,” you spat after a moment to gather your thoughts. Your tears fell down your rage-filled face, slipping into the creases and dripping over your nose and your lips, but you didn’t wipe a single one away. You didn’t care that you probably looked like the naive, foolish girl Dettlaff had seen you as this whole time, your body and your mind felt too exhausted from the crash of heartache you had been hit with. You slammed your hands against his chest, causing him to stumble back in shock from not only the push but your words as well. “I wish you the best of luck in finding Rhenawedd, and I sincerely hope I am wrong because I would hate to have to tell Regis that you died for someone who wouldn’t spare your burning corpse a single glance.”

Dettlaff didn’t make any move to stop you as you left the room and stormed downstairs, leaving him, and the life you had with him, behind.

A couple of weeks had passed since your argument with Dettlaff, and you had been living in a small cottage on the outskirts of Beauclair, near the cemetery Regis’ was staying at, courtesy of Orianna. Regis knew of your whereabouts, but when you refused to tell him why you were in the cottage rather than with Dettlaff, he had respectfully let the manner drop. Orianna had been kind enough to give you a job tending to the flowers in her estate and hadn’t bothered with any questions when you told her you were trying to save money so you could go north, away from Toussaint. Needless to say, you were surviving just fine without Dettlaff and had even managed to keep yourself from asking the other vampires about him. However, of course Dettlaff would come barreling into your life once more right when you had managed to put a few pieces of your heart back together.

It was late and you had just returned home after tending to a new batch of flowers Orianna had received. Your feet ached due to the long journey from the estate back to your cottage, but when you noticed your front door wide open, the pain seemed to vanish. Adrenaline took its place when you heard huffs of rage from inside your house, causing you to grab a nearby shovel before going inside.

You were expecting to be met with a destroyed home, with what few belongings you had to be tossed on the floor and the furniture to be upturned. Instead, everything was just how you had left it this morning, minus the shaking vampire on your couch. You knew it was Dettlaff before he raised his head, recognizing the gothic coat and black hair instantly. When Dettlaff looked at you, his blue eyes didn’t hold any of the rage you had seen the last time you saw him, and instead were filled with sorrow- no doubt mimicking the own heartbreak in your eyes.

“What are you doing here?” you questioned when Dettlaff didn’t speak, setting the shovel down and shutting your front door.

Dettlaff remained silent for a few more minutes, staring at you as though he had no idea why he was there. He swallowed thickly before standing, and his clawed hand twitched at his side, in an effort to keep from reaching out to you. “I’m sorry,” he said quickly, the words tumbling off his tongue in a nearly illegible speed. “What I said to you was cruel, and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean any of it, I was just so angry and hurt at the thought of Rhenawedd using me as a weapon. It does not excuse my words or my actions, but I need you to know that I didn’t mean any of it. I do care about you, I always have, and I will never stop caring about you.”

You ignored the ache in your chest to reach out for him. “Why are you here, Dettlaff?” you repeated, schooling your face into one of neutrality.

“You were right. About Rhen-... about Syanna. Geralt and Regis cornered me and brought Syanna along with them. She admitted to faking the kidnapping and being the one responsible for the letters.” Your eyes widened in brief shock at Dettlaff’s words. “I wanted to go after her and kill her, kill her for what she did, and for what I did to you. But Regis said you wouldn’t appreciate that as much as me coming to you without blood all over me.”

“Regis is a smart man,” you hummed while eyeing the vampire before you. His words were honest, you could tell, but it didn’t fix the hollowness you still felt inside your chest. “I’m sorry you got hurt, Dettlaff, but it doesn’t make up for the fact that you hurt me, really bad.”

“I know and I’m so sorry,” he practically whined, quickly come to stand before you. “When I first sensed that you saw me as more than a friend, I became terrified. I didn’t understand how, after everything you had seen me do, you could care for me in such an intimate way. I didn’t want to have you by my side only to watch you die from old age or disease or a mortal wound. So I hoped if I ignored your feelings, and in turn my own, you would give up and leave.”

“And yet you allowed Syanna to love you and stand by your side,” you muttered with a frown.

“I was never scared of losing her or watching her die, not like I am with you. When I sensed your sadness during our fight, it broke something in me. I never wished to hurt you or to be the cause of your despair, and for that, I will never truly forgive myself. I didn’t come here to beg for your forgiveness, either, to play the victim in a fight I caused. I came here to make sure you know how much I care about you and how much I love you. If you wish for me to leave, I will-”

You interrupted Dettlaff before he could finish his sentence, and shook your head. “I don’t want you to leave. I understand now, why you did what you did, and even though I’m still hurt, I do forgive you. I’ve always seen you as strong and sensitive and kind, but I never thought that you might be scared of loving me.”

Dettlaff reached forward and pulled you against his body, sighing a breath of relief when you went willing. You uncrossed your arms and wrapped them around his waist, clutching the back of his coat in a white-knuckled grip. He had one hand gripping your hip and the other cradling the back of your head, holding you tightly against his body. As you breathed in the familiar scent of expensive Beauclair cologne, your breath stuttered with the sudden urge to cry. Dettlaff muttered apologies, words of praise, and promises-to-come as you quietly sobbed against his chest.

“Wherever we go from here, and I do mean we, I will never treat you so horribly again. I love you so very much, (Y/N), and I regret taking so long to be honest with you about it,” Dettlaff whispered once your sobs turned to sniffles and your sniffles to silent hiccups.

As exhaustion settled into your bones, making your body feel heavy and your brain feel foggy, all you could manage was a nod. You would have time later for heartfelt words and soft kisses and nights spent clutching bedsheets, but for now, you were content to be held in his arms as your heart thrummed with happiness once again.

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imnotwolverine · 3 years

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A Devil’s Duet - Part 4

August Walker x OC Anna

Author’s note: Okay, let me just have a little party! I never thought this day would come, but: I finished a multi chapter story in 4 chapters and stayed below 6.5k words. HALLELUJAH! *gives herself a shoulder pat* I hope you enjoyed it dear readers ❤️

Word count: 2.080

Warnings: graphic scenes, strong language, severe injury through burns, death

< Part 3 | This is Part 4

.FIRE

“My lungs drowned and as I clawed and cried, the flame in me danced a devil’s duet.”

.FIRE - The dance with the devil

The helicopter danced in sync with August’s groans as Anna plucked at his neck, trying to get the tracker out.

‘See those pretty rocks below, wife? Yes? Well you better put those pretty fingers to good use.’ He snarled atop the click of the loud blades.

For a moment Anna contemplated screwing with him, in the literal or figurative sense of those words, but having gone rogue herself now complicated things ever so slightly - she did not want to be found either. And so with those same pretty fingers, she managed to at least kill the signal for the time being, the helicopter’s dance finally ending in a dark grove where they’d stay for the night, hidden away from the world yet again.

An abandoned small cabin made for shelter, August and Anna taking first watch as the pilot crashed with exhaustion in the small box bed in the far corner, a quick curtain drawn between them.

Candles were lit in the hearth to get a sense of light in the pitch black hut and then they just stared. Waiting for minutes to pass.

‘You could’ve just killed me.’ Anna whispered, staring at the flickering flames.

‘I should have.’

‘You could kill me now.’ They shared a look but August just shook his stone-faced head “no”, making Anna’s head quirk in delight, her lithe figure pushing off the bench as she moved to the small open space next to their bench. August trained his eyes back on the candles, expecting her to go relief herself or something. But curiosity got the better of him when he noticed her slithering, smooth movements, gracious like a swan as she ..danced.

‘Stop that.’

But all she did was turn away from him, shaking her head “no” in response, the curve of her back mostly hidden beneath a grey jumper-jacket, though it still triggered it. Memories. Smooth red fabric beneath his finger tips. ‘You can touch me, you know.’ Her voice. Deep and sultry. ‘I only take what is given to me.’ He had answered, making her chuckle as she looked over her shoulder. ‘Then take this.’ And suddenly the red fabric turned sticky with dark blood, her empty cries echoing off the tiles of that stupid fucking diner.

He had made a mistake.

Anna turned around, watching the stray tear that was slowly cascading down August’s solemn face. Her breath hitched in surprise, but August refused to acknowledge it, unfazed as ever, his voice soft but icy: ‘I read your files.’

Anna licked her cold, parched lips. ‘We’re both sore losers, hmm?’

He nodded, looking back into the flames as the tear dropped from his chiseled cheek. ‘Why a dancer though?’

Anna smiled, enjoying the minor crack in the devil’s mask as she settled back down besides him. ‘Some things you should not want to kill.’ She shrugged. ‘Dancing is the only thing of the real me that’s still left.’

.FIRE - The beauty of it all

‘Stop that.’

‘C-c-can’t.’ Anna shivered from her dead cold corner of the small bed, her skin pressed against the thin wood that separated winter from warmth.

Sighing, the log of a man turned, pushing his hot presence into her back. ‘I don’t want freezing dead bodies in my bed.’ He whispered, inserting a warm hand beneath her much-too-thin jacket, the burning sensation making her melt into him despite her initial defiance.

She simply didn’t want this to be her end. Not now, not yet.

And he, for one, also seemed to burn with life, his presence poking hard and heavy into her backside. She pushed back, making him melt into her more, rough whiskers brushing over her icy cheek, a slow hot breath washing over her skin as her frozen fingers moved to his pants, tugging restlessly at the band.

‘Aii.’ He hissed at the touch of her icicles on his skin, his hand replacing hers as he ripped their clothes aside to manage their hasty bed-bunk union.

The night hushed around them as tempered breaths escaped their dry lips, the shared quiet maintained until his hips jerked, making her want to push him off.

‘No, please, not..’

He came, forcing his way into her snugness until she got her fill.

‘..inside.’ She groaned in silent frustration.

August brushed his hand back over her abdomen. ‘Don’t worry. The beauty of it all is that it won’t matter.’

‘Well you’re not the one getting pregn..-’

‘Sshh.’ He laid his nose in the back of her neck, pulling her even closer, her usual defiance tired out after hours of shivering. By tomorrow they’d all be dead. It wouldn’t matter. None of this would matter. None of this..

A sniffle disturbed his hunger for destruction, the hands of his ballerina-murder-wife tugging his arm closer, a first proper hug shared.

‘Sssh.’ He hushed, thinking of how he should not make that same devilish mistake..again.

.FIRE - The spark

The signal was back and the chase was on, the woods left abandoned as they continued a hurried journey to the meeting spot, more Apostles standing at the ready to start the last day of life as we knew it.

Anna had expected to find death somewhere in the past few hours, but she was surprised to find herself in that same helicopter again, August’s cold eyes focused on the clouds that licked around the metal hull.

What she couldn’t see in that moment, was the turmoil in his ocean gaze. The fire that flickered nervously as it was nearly time to end it all. She couldn’t see the bitter draw of his lips as he felt a sudden reminiscence of times long gone.

You see, August had once been no devil, but flesh and blood.

.FIRE - The time of spring

‘Look mama, mama, mama.’

Tiny feet ran off into the flock of white danger, large wings starting to flap in warning - a warning the little boy didn’t see until he was beaten and down on the ground, fat tears burning in his blue eyes as the massive beast hissed menacingly, the mother and children slipping quickly back into the water that they called their home.

Little August could have cried then. But he didn’t. Instead he watched in awe as these majestic white beasts stretched their mighty wings, showcasing strength in beauty, as well as family and peace, a thing that seemed hard to obtain in a world that knew only beatings, cigarette butts on skin and loud, loud cries that sang with the breaking of plates in nightly kitchens.

If it’d cost him a broken arm to feel peace, he’d do it again and again.

.FIRE - I’ll rekindle the fire

Anna didn’t know when she had finally found enough peace to sleep, but apparently it had been at the wrong moment. They were back in the air, but August was gone. As was the Kashmir encampment they had been flying out to early this morning.

Fury licked at Anna’s bones as she realised he had done worse than killing her: he had cast her aside, maybe even tried to save her.

Oh, you’re an idiot, Walker.

Unbuckling her belt and reeling her anger at the single soul left in this flying hull, she realised too late that this had been bad thinking on her part. The body of the pilot went limp in her fingers and the machine’s blades whirred nervously as they started to sink down through the thick clouds.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. OH YOU DUMB BITCH.

Climbing over the seat and pushing the body aside, she eyed the buttons and levers, hands starting to pull a main lever to keep the aircraft away from the bitter cold earth. The machine protested and roared, barely agreeing with her handling until they nearly hit rock, a stone plateau appearing before her, along with unlikely faces in an even more unlikely setting.

Hunt out cold on top, August on a ledge a few meters lower, the carcass of a fallen helicopter dangling dangerously by the help of one red hook above him.

She should’ve flown away then. She was free now, right? But as the helicopter rocked beneath the taps of her fingertips, she got closer instead of further, the blades cutting the air that August breathed as he blinked up, his blue eyes unseeing as fire licked at his melting skin.

.FIRE - The do-over

No fire here. He reached his fingertips out, expecting to find rock. But instead it was softness and warmth, the pain of the assault but a vague memory as he cracked open dry eyes.

‘Wh..-’ His body slumped back into a pillow as it refused to move, his limbs heavy as lead. With mild frustration he watched as the world slowly unfolded around his sleep-hazed eyes; a room. A modern room, a wall of floor-to-ceiling glass offering a magnificent view over a winter white lake, which was so very different from the warm hearth burning at the opposite wall.

A feather soft footfall walked by in what must be the hallway. Someone was there.

Was he a prisoner?

Grumbling to himself he found himself parched, his throat probably seared by the flames that had nearly consumed him. He couldn’t even ask for help, if he wanted to.

‘Hey..’ A questioning voice peaked around the corner, fiery red hair and blue eyes making him feel like he was dreaming still.

‘..you’re up early.’ She plopped down on the edge of the bed. ‘You’ve only been out for ..’ She checked her tactical watch. ‘..72 hours. Want some water?’ Without further ado she got up again, August’s hand shaking awkwardly at the simple task of holding the plastic water bottle she had offered.

‘I was thinking about catching us something today. What do you prefer: roe or fish?’

August drank greedily, icy eyes watching as she bent over, stretching out before her aforementioned hunt. It was like the thirst that ached within him couldn’t be tempered, the bottle finished before she got up again, her eyebrow quirking up at his eagerness.

‘Hmm.’ She smiled. ‘You’re one greedy devil, haha. You didn’t miss much by the way. It all ended with a fizzle.’

She shrugged and August blinked.

‘Oh. And..you’re not dreaming. It’s me, remember?’ She stalked over to him and brushed some hair away from his burned face, bandages wrapped over what once had been angelic looking skin.

That August was gone.

August blinked again, his lips unwilling to move, his mind sticky with heavy fog. It felt like steam had risen in his bones too quickly. Like his tongue was made of boiled leather.

‘Very well. Let’s do this again.’ She offered him her hand, his slow eyes looking down at the pale digits that hovered before him. ‘Nice to meet you. An--’

‘Angel.’ He finally croaked, the steam escaping from his mind as it all came back to him. Whirring rotor blades, screams, Anna dragging him over jagged rock. Pain. So much pain. And then coolness. Water. Sweet, soothing, nothingness.

‘Naa..not any more.’ She chuckled, fetching him a new bottle of water. ‘Here. You’ll need it.’

.FIRE - I’ll dance in hell

'When I grow up I’m going to be a swan.’ Little August nodded decidedly as the doctor checked the newly set cast on the boy’s arm.

‘Are you now?’

‘Yea. And I’m going to fly..and dance! And swim!’

‘Oh, don’t mind him. He’s a silly boy.. I doubt young boys can even BE swans, August-dear.’ His mom pulled him from the bench, making him stumble as he looked back over his shoulder at the doctor who had already turned back to his computer, his simple dream shattered before his feet reached the door.

.FIRE - The swan lake

August placed his fingers on the cold glass, the icy lake before him starting to defrost as spring was near. In the kitchen, eggs were sizzling and a soft tune rolled through muted speakers. Classical music. Worthy of the beasts that caught his eye now, their large white wings curling to stop the wind beneath them as they graciously sank into the first bit of melted water.

Spring was here. And it was time for a new beginning, a new dance..and this time a duet perhaps. Who knows.

“Then in the fire I learned, that all I craved, was water.”

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idunnoficsorsumthing · 3 years

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Past mistakes

I’m sorry for my absence lol. I had my birthday this weekend, and I have been busy and tired and it has been a whirlwind. So here is something cute I wrote this night.

Also my mythology is sooo off. But, this fitted my story idea the best so deal with it lol

Dean Winchester x reader

You were sitting behind your desk typing a new legislative. You worked in the city council of some small- ish town in the middle of New Mexico. Some people had wanted a stop sign, and of course that took a lot of paperwork. The mayor thought you were the best one to do that. It was boring though. You were just finishing the last bits to the legislative, you weren’t even sure if it was in your power to put a stop sign on the road. But, you just wanted to get home. “Ms. L/n?” your secretary opened your door. You look up at her. “Yes?” you said, she seemed disturbed by something. “Two men from the FBI are here for you.” she said, you felt your heart speed up a little. You frown for a second, trying to figure out what they could be here for. “Let them come in.” you said, picking up some loose pieces of paper that you had scattered on your desk.

You recognized them immediately. “What the hell?” you ask. They looked just as surprised as you did. “What are you two doing here?” you ask. Sam held up their FBI batches. “We are on a case.” Sam said, Dean stepped closer to you. He held out his hand and poked your shoulder once. “What the hell are you doing here?” Dean asked. He seemed surprised. “I work here.” you said, he frowned. “You didn’t go to college,” he said.You let out a nervous laugh. “I lied obviously.” you answer. You were very well aware of how much you changed to fit in this role. You sat down in your chair, Sam sat across from you and Dean kept standing. “We are looking for a Lamia.” Sam said, you look out the window for a second trying to think if you had any people you were suspicious of. “I haven’t noticed anything out of the ordinary.” you tell Sam, glancing over at Dean. He looked tired, and the boyish smile was gone. Six years was the last time you saw him. Six long years. “You should have nothing to worry about, this one seems to be going after kids.” Sam said, he took out his notepad. You felt your chest tighten. Alexander was at Kindergarten. You tap your foot at a quick pace to keep your nerves down. “I’ll keep an eye out.” you said, getting up from your seat. You needed them to leave now. “Thanks Y/n” Sam said, getting up from his seat. You follow them to the door. Suddenly, Dean shoved you against the wall. “What are you hiding?” He hissed. You don’t even flinch. “Nothing.” you said back. Sam glared at his brother. “You’re hiding something.” he glared. You shake your head. “Let her go, Dean.” Sam said. Dean didn’t look at his brother. “If I find out you have something to do with those kids, I’ll kill you myself.” he said, Sam pulled his brother off you, and you glared at Dean. “You both need to leave.” you said, Sam nods. After you are sure they left, you quickly hurry out the door of the office.

Six years ago when you found out you were pregnant. You decided the best thing for your kid was to leave Dean, even though you were heartbroken about leaving him. You knew a hunters family wasn’t the life you wanted to give your kid. Either you had to join Dean on his hunting outings or you had to wait days, weeks to see him again, and it was dangerous, especially when he started messing with demons, and angels. You changed your name, and lied on your resume to get a job, and you rented a nice house, and even though Alex would eventually ask questions about Dean, you would just make up a story. But, it was just the two of you. It was watching Frozen for the eighth night in a row, and mac and cheese, and going to the zoo together, and it was nice. You would never want anything to happen to him, like a Shtriga or anything bad. You get to the school, and Alexander was playing with lego’s. “Alex, ready to go home?” Jenny, his teacher, asked him. He got up from the floor, and ran over to you. “Thank youuuu, Miss Jenny.” Alexander said, he greeted you with a hug.

You put Alexander to bed that night, telling him one of his bedtime stories. His grandma had sent him 365 days of bedtime stories, and you couldn’t skip a day or else it wouldn’t be correct anymore. He was adamant about that. The story was about a dad and son at a baseball game. You felt guilty Dean never got to tell Alex a bedtime story, or take him out for ice cream. But, Dean had never wanted kids, and I am sure he’d agree that this was the best for Alex. You kiss Alex goodnight, and you were about to turn off the light in his bedroom. “Mommy?” he said, you nod. “Yes?” you ask. He sat up in his bed. You really hoped he wasn’t going to ask you the difficult question. “Can we go to a baseball game?” He asked. You didn’t feel relieved, you laughed a little. “Sure kid” you promised.

You didn’t take Alexander back to kindergarten for the next couple of days, and you left him with your neighbor that you had known since coming to live in this house, which was more than five years. She was glad to watch him for a couple of days, she had always been a stay at home mom, and last year her last kid left for college. You told her, they had a lice outbreak at the school, and you didn’t want to risk Alexander getting them.

You were at work, sitting in the Mayor’s conference room, he asked you to sit in while the press was there, asking questions about the missing children. The Sheriff had joined the mayor in this press conference. The town gazette, and bigger newspaper journalists had come here, and the room was busy. Your phone rang, you quickly looked at who it was before you turned off your phone. Katrina Colson. You sneak out of the conference room, and you pick up the phone on the hallway. “he is gone, I can’t find him.” She said in a panic. You felt as if you were going to die. “What happened exactly?” you ask. You try to stay calm but all you want to do is cry. “I was in the kitchen preparing lunch, and the doorbell rang, and when I returned to the kitchen he was gone.” she explained, she tried to be also calm but you could hear the panic in her voice. “I will be there as soon as possible.” you said, you race to your car. With a Lamia it was only a matter of time. If she didn’t kill him on the spot, she would keep him hostage till she was hungry. You drive to the nearest motel in town, it wasn’t that big of a town so there was only one near the center, the other was outside of town near the highway. You notice Dean’s stupid Impala. You run up the stairs, and knock on the door hard. Dean opened up the door, he looked surprised to see you, not as surprised as he did last week. “The Lamia took him, and I need you to bring him back, Dean.” You begged him. You hadn’t let yourself think about it too much. You tried to focus on finding Dean so he could find Alex. But, once you said those words, it hit how your son was scared and alone, and was sitting there waiting to be eaten. If- if he wasn’t dead. “What? who?” He asked. He pulled you inside the motel room. “My son. She took him.” you cried. Tears streamed down your face. “Your son?” Dean said, stunned. “Please, I need you to find him.” you cried.

It took Sam ten minutes to be back at the motel, after Dean called him. You sat on Dean’s bed explaining to him what happened. “Do you have any suspicion?” he asked. You shake your head. “Good thing we do.” Sam said, with a smirk.

The three of you stood in front of an abandoned building. “Are you sure?” You ask Sam. He nods. Dean stepped inside the building ahead of the others. You stop Sam by taking his arm. “Alex is five” you said, you look at the door. “Does Dean?” he asked, you shake your head. He nods, the two of you follow Dean. He had given you a gun, and it felt comfortable. You had joined the Winchesters on more hunts than you could count. You held up a flashlight in one hand, and held the gun over the other hand. The three of you split up to cover more ground. “Alexander?” You whisper. When you hear a soft cry. You silently prayed it was him, you keep walking in the direction of the sound. The crying turned into cackles of laughter. Like a chicken laughing. “You bitch” you said, trying to point the gun at the sound. You feel her grab your foot, and pull you to the ground. You shoot in the general direction where you thought she was. Your head hits the ground hard, and you let go of the gun. The Lamia was trying to claw at your chest, she looked beautiful, and yet you knew how dangerous she was, fangs were shown in her mouth. You try to reach for your gun. A gunshot went right through her head, and you shriek, as the corpse falls on top of you. Someone pulled the Lamia off you. “Are you okay?” Sam asked. He helped you up. You nod. “Alexander?” You ask. He nods. “We found him, and another kid, alive.” he said: “Dean took them-.” you didn’t let Sam finish, you ran to the front of the building. Alex was standing there, and Dean was on his knees talking to him. A little boy was standing next to Alex, you recognized him from Alexander’s class. You take Alexander in your arms, and he wrapped his tiny arms around your neck. You start to softly cry a little. “Mom, you’re bleeding.” he said, the scratches the Lamia made had indeed started to bleed heavily. You put Alex back on the ground. You held both the children in your arms as the ride back was quiet. Maxime was brought home, and Anna cried so much when she held her son in her arms, safely.

Dean hadn’t said a word to you, you knew he must have figured it out. When you got home, you took a shower, and cleaned your wounds, after that Alex got a bath. You were cooking dinner, you wanted to cry more. Because you left Dean because you thought it was safer for Alexander, and he still got taken. The doorbell rang, you opened the door. Dean and Sam were standing outside. Sam holding a big stuffed animal. “May we come in?” Dean asked. You nod, you tell him you need to check on dinner, and leave them in the hallway. Dean followed you to the kitchen. “Y/n” he simply said, you look up at him. “Is that my son in there?” he asked, gesturing at the living room. You stare in his green eyes, and you wonder how he could ask the question when it was so clear. Alex had the same eyes, and smile. “Yes, he is” you said, Dean didn’t look reassured by your answer. You knew his next question. “I left because I thought it’d be safer for him.” you said: “But I guess I was wrong.” you look away from Dean, you couldn’t look him in the eyes. You had only left a single note for him. Explaining that you loved him more than life itself, and that you did what you had to for a good reason. You just never told him about Alex.

You take Dean into the living room. “Mama, look what I got” he said, showing you his stuffed animal. “Did you thank uncle Sam?” You ask him. He nods. He was only gone a couple of hours but he still looked very tired. “Let’s go eat dinner, boys,” you said, at the dinner table Dean was chatting with Alex. “I like Tacos less than quesadillas.” Alex said to Dean, and if anything Dean Winchester was a taco man. “I don’t agree with you there, buddy.” Dean said with a smile. “ the crunch of a taco is the best.” He argued. Alex looked Dean dead in the eye. “You should try my mom’s quesadillas. They’ll change your mind.” He said, the table filled with laughter as a response to your son’s comment. Your eyes meet Deans and then two of you exchange a smile.

Dean had asked you if it was alright if he could put Alex to bed. That left you with Sam doing the dishes. “When you left, he had a really hard time.” Sam said, you shrug. You look up at Sam. “I didn’t have it easy either, Sam. I didn’t do it to purposely break his heart.” you said: “ You saw him at dinner. You know that if he knew he had a kid he wasn’t going to let us go.” Sam didn’t say anything for a moment, he took his hands out of the soap water. “I know you thought that the line of work was what would put him in danger. It isn’t. It is in the Winchester blood to go head first into danger.” Sam said: “The best thing for him is to stay in a safe environment, and be protected by people that know what they are doing.” you look away, and hand Sam a hand towel. “I’ll think about it, Sammy.”

Sam had already gone to the car, leaving the two of you standing on the porch. “He’s a great kid, y/n” he said: “I get why you did what you did.” he had his hands in his pockets. You look at the ground. “I’m sorry, Dean.” you said: “I took so much from you, and now I realise that maybe the safest thing for him is to be with his dad, and uncle who can protect him.” You look up and Dean had a small smile on his face. “Do you still love me?” you ask him. You knew you had no right asking him that. He nods. “Good,” you said, putting your arms around his neck. “ I still love you too, Winchester.” you said, kissing him.

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curatedkmen · 3 years

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“Closer”

2019

“Have you read the script?” Manager Hong had just entered the meeting room at Salt headquarters and Seonho was sitting there alone with his iced Americano, reading a script.

“Oh yeah I’m reading it right now” he has been reading the script for over an hour now and so far he really likes how the story develops and the character that he will be playing, Ko Jiseok.

He has been working on TV for around 3 years at now and he has never played as the first male lead. He never complained though, he fully appreciates every work that has been given to him. For him, every role is interesting and every work should be considered as part of a learning process. However, he has also been acting for almost 10 years now so he couldn't help but get extra excited when he first heard that he finally got an offer as the first male lead in a drama. He had read the script before finally accepting the offer and today he just got the rest of the episodes from the drama script and decided to continue reading it.

“Have you heard about the female lead?” manager Hong asked again.

“Like heard from you or from our CEO? Nope I haven’t” he answered while still reading the script.

“No I mean, don’t you read the news or something?”

Seonho finally raised his head and looked at his manager for the first time in 15 minutes since she entered the room. He let out a small chuckle, “which one? The Moon Geunyoung one? Hahaha” he laughed and took a sip of his iced Americano again. Seonho knew that there were a lot of rumors of which actress was gonna take the offer as the female lead in Catch The Ghost. He also was very well aware that such rumours are usually wrong that in the end another actress or actors other than the one being rumoured is gonna be the one who takes the role. So when he heard about the rumour, that Moon Geunyoung, the nation’s little sister of South Korea was going to play alongside him, a 3 year old television rookie, he just shrugged it off.

Manager Hong just sat there looking at him in disbelief, the fuck is wrong with this guy.

“Yeah the Moon Geunyoung one. She accepted the offer already”

Seonho choked on his drink the moment Manager Hong answered his question. WTF?!

I mean I would love to act with her. She is such a legendary actress and all but this can't be real what if…. I mean she can’t still remember me now can’t she? It has been 10 years? Well unless I count that 2016 incident another meeting so it has been 3 years but still how did this happen?!!

“Wait wait wait wait” he decided to open his mouth to help him digest the information he just received. “When?” He tried so hard to stay calm despite being overly excited but nervous at the same time, he felt like he could explode at that moment.

“When did she accept? Like a week ago”

He closed his eyes and he let out a loud sigh, he was trying so hard not to yell out of frustration. Manager Hong couldn’t help but laugh at the sight in front of her.

He finally spoke in a low voice, trying to sound as patient as possible, “My Dongsaeng~ you knew about this a week ago so why didn’t you tell me A WEEK AGO?!”

Manager Hong knew right away when Seonho called her Dongsaeng that the guy is frustrated with her. He never got mad at all, which is why she loves to tease him because he would just get frustrated alone and it is so fun to watch.

“You were busy with shoots and you had that family trip with your mom and dad, I didn’t want you to lose focus and of course I did not want to bother your family time with any work related news. Besides, it’s not that urgent”

Seonho closed his eyes and let out a loud-frustrated-sigh for the second time.

“What’s the big deal Oppa? You’re gonna act with Moon Geunyoung! The nation’s little sister for your first drama as first male lead! Isn’t this amazing? I am so excited for you,” as manager Hong talked she was looking at Seonho and the boy had this blank stare in his eyes, “Oppa?! Hello Seonho Oppa?”

Seonho finally snapped back to reality and answered, “Yeah of course it’s amazing. I just, I needed to prepare myself Hong Yoon-ah”

“Yeah right you got like 2 months to prepare dude, chill. Or are you hiding something from me right now?”

Seonho got flustered by the question. Suddenly the memory from 10 years ago flashed back upon his eyes and just the glimpse of it made his face warm. He couldn’t bring himself to tell the truth of what happened 10 years ago and so he decided to just lie.

“You know she’s a legendary actress and I am such a huge fan of her. Also this is my first lead drama project, I would want to give a good impression to her of course. I don't want to make any mistake.”

“You are like one of the most thoughtful guys I have ever met in my life, you got this. Besides the first script reading is still in a week. You have some time to prepare. I love to tease you but I am not stupid you know”

“Right,” Seonho answered her before his eyes made its way back to the script. He brought the script closer to his face so Hong Yoon wouldn't notice his facial expression and he stared at it blankly. Fuck.

2010

Last night, one of his friends contacted him and asked if he would be interested to watch “Closer” together with him. At first Seonho was too lazy to come but when he heard the Moon Geunyoung was the one who played Alice in the play he mediately said yes. It was June and he had just finished his second play that year, a month before, he received his enlistment letter and now he has only one month before he finally enlisted. He just started to do plays only for a year and he has been enjoying it so far.

The play “Closer” is such a legendary play from the UK that he has heard so much before. He had never seen the play but he saw the movie once when he was in high school. He still remembered the dialogues from the movies and how he liked it. He still thinks that the characters portrayed in Closer were very intriguing and complicated that he remembers to be confused of whom he should be sympathized with when he first saw it.

That evening, Seonho and his friend lined up at the entrance while both holding the ticket to the play.

“Moon Geunyoung is so pretty damn. I feel like it was only yesterday that I saw her in Autumn in My Heart. Remember when we used to watch all of her movies back in high school?” said Seonho’s friend.

“As if, she is only a year younger than us. But yeah I remember, she is even prettier now,” Seonho answered his friend while looking at the poster hung up at the entrance. Deep down inside he relates to what his friend said. He couldn't believe that the Moon Geunyoung is now all grown up.

They finally entered the auditorium after awhile. The seats were packed with audiences, thankfully both of them got the perfect seats in the middle row. Not long after the play finally started.

When Geunyoung finally entered the stage, he almost could not believe his own eyes. The nation’s little sister whom he saw a lot on tv since he was a kid has now bloomed into such a beautiful young lady, standing on stage with her mini black dress, looking very mature and sexy. While holding a beer in her hand, she delivered her lines perfectly and seductively to his opposing actor. She smiled, laughed, cried, yelled, threw tantrums on stage and it was all delivered beautifully. Seonho was instantly stunned by her beauty and of course by her mature acting.

For god sake, why is she acting with this old guy, Um Ki Joon, for such an intense play like this. He mumbled inside.

She plays Alice, a young stripper who ends up dating Dan, an aspiring writer. The two of them later on got entangled in a complicated love story with Larry and Anna.

Seonho continued to be in awe for the whole 1 hour and 30 minutes not only because he finally got to see that legendary play that he had been curious for so long, but he fell even harder for Geunyoung’s charm on stage. Although during the play, he also could not help but get a little bit hard while watching Geunyoung kissing that guy on stage. After the play ended and he exited the auditorium, that image of Geunyoung in that dress still lingered in his mind.

“Wanna get drinks?” Seonho asked his friend.

“Sorry bro, I have this date with that girl I met at the club last week”

“Oh well, good luck. I’ll just drink alone, all by myself when it is my enlistment next month it’s okay mean friend” “Come on man, I’m sorry. I’ll treat you for a drink tomorrow”

“Hahahah I’m just joking. Go, your date is waiting” “Alright, bye. Talk to you soon!”

After they parted ways, Seonho found himself walking towards a nearby jazz club that he just discovered a few months ago. The bar is in a secluded area with no sign in front of it, unless anyone told you that it is a bar then no one would have guessed it. One of his theatre friends actually told him about this bar. The owner used to be a lighting director of plays where he worked at the auditorium Seonho just visited. Now he has retired and opened a jazz club instead where actors, actresses and theatre crews have drinks after they finished their play.

He made his way to the bar and ordered his usual. He greeted the owner once he saw him.

“Are you alone?” the owner asked.

“Yes Sajangnim, my friend ditched me for his date”

“I can always accompany you here. Did you just come back from practice or what?” “No, I just watched that play “Closer.” I have no more plays Sajangnim, I am going to the military soon” Seonho answered him while sipping his drinks.

The atmosphere of the jazz club that night was quite calm. With jazz music playing in the background and just a few people were having drinks on the table behind him. He was alone by himself at the bar. Few moments later, someone sat beside him and ordered a drink. He couldn’t look at her face but she smelled nice like a woody and flowery scent mixed with sweat.

Her drinks came but she was too busy taking off her scarf and putting things inside her purse so when she was finally done, she accidentally grabbed Seonho’s glass instead of hers before she finally realized that her glass drink was there, closer to her purse.

“Oh I am sorry” she said.

“It’s okay” Seonho answered her while finally looking at the woman beside him.

There she was. Moon Geunyoung. The woman he just saw on stage earlier. The women that he couldn’t get out of his mind since he left the auditorium 30 minutes ago.

Seonho was flustered so he quickly turned his head back to the racks of drinks in front of him. He did not want Geunyoung to see his cheek got red.

“Geunyoung-ssi, how was your play? My friend here just came from watching it” the Sajangnim suddenly jumped in the conversation while pointing his fingers to Seonho. Seonho sat there bewildered at the fact that Sajangnim knew Geunyoung and would just strike a conversation like this. Seonho also lowkey cursed him inside for dragging him into their conversation.

“Oh really? How did you like it?” Geunyoung answered him while looking at Seonho who just sipped his drinks because he felt thirsty all of the sudden. He tried to control himself because he almost choked when he realized that Geunyoung was now talking to him.

“Oh um I really liked it. I loved it so much. I am also a theatre actor and I have always been interested to watch “Closer” on stage. You did really well, Geunyoung-ssi” ah shit why did I say Geunyoung-ssi? Do I have to pretend to not know her? Does she think I am a freak now?

“That is very sweet of you, thank you….” she paused and raised her palm halfway toward Seonho, waiting for him to tell her his name.

“Oh it’s Seonho.”

“Thank you Seonho-ssi. I am glad that you liked it. It was my first stage play so I was very nervous. You’re an actor so I trust your opinion.” she said it while smiling at Seonho.

Seonho just smiled back at her. He did not know what to say. He still could not believe that he had just talked to Moon Geunyoung. The actress. No matter how many times he replayed the sentence in his head he still could not believe it. He also could not believe that Moon Geunyoung would go to a club alone by herself after her performance. Shouldn’t she go anywhere with her manager and bunch of bodyguards?

He had so many questions popped up in his head but he was just too nervous to say anything to the woman beside him.

They both drank in silence for 5 minutes while listening to the music until Geunyoung broke the silence.

“So you’re a theatre actor? Which play have you done? Maybe I have seen it?” Geunyoung asked. She knew deep down she couldn’t possibly have watched his play. She has been so busy with work since she was in junior high school, she barely had time to do anything she likes. That night was an exception since she actually had a dinner with her agency’s CEO to discuss work but he cancelled so she could sneak out from her manager and went to this jazz club instead.

“I just started last year with “New Boeing Boeing” and I just finished my play for this year “Rooftop House Cat”. But it is a small play, you can’t possibly have seen it” Seonho answered her question, trying so hard to stay calm.

“Right I have not, but i would love to see your play some time. I actually enjoy watching plays a lot but I couldn't find the time. When is your next one?”

“Ah it’s um, my next one is probably going to be in 2 years. I will enlist next month hahaha” Seonho let out an awkward laugh. He did not know why he did that but he just did. He was just too nervous. FOR FUCK SAKE MOON GEUNYOUNG WANTS TO WATCH MY PLAY BUT I AM GOING TO THE MILITARY FUCK YOU GOVERNMENT.

“Aw that’s too bad, but 2 years is not a long time, I’ll watch your play later in 2012.” Geunyoung answered while sipping her drinks and smiling sweetly at Seonho. He felt like he could pass out right there seeing her smiling like that.

Geunyoung was still wearing her dress that she wore on stage as Alice. She was only covering it up with a black jeans jacket and a scarf when she entered the room but now that she took it off, she was only wearing the black mini dress. She had tied her hair up, showing her bare neck even more and Seonho tried so hard to stop himself from looking at her collarbone.

“For real?” “Yeah of course! Why not? You watched my play, in turn I should watch yours. I am sure you’re great. So how did you decide to be a stage actor?”

Seonho was stunned at her sudden question. It finally felt like her question was a little bit personal than the previous ones. He was going to answer her but he always felt a little bit embarrassed to talk about anything related to his dreams. He feared that the word that came out and the reality in the future might not be as pretty as he imagined it to be.

“I am actually an introverted person, I used to have a hard time speaking in front of the public, it just always gives me a sudden anxiety. During my second year in university, one of my friends actually introduced me to the theatre club and I started to first help out with the staging and script writing then soon I began to act in small roles and slowly I got trusted with bigger roles and I loved it since then. I loved that I could act as different characters, not be myself for a while and suddenly my fear of standing and speaking in front of the public is long gone. I guess when I abandon my real identity on stage, I also abandon my fear and now acting has been a new part of me.”

When Seonho finally stopped talking, he realized he probably had been talking too much and he just realized that those beautiful eyes had been staring at him while he was talking.

“Sorry if I talked too much,” Seonho said right away.

“No, no, no, please. I love to hear more. It’s always nice to talk to strangers about your struggles you know. Sometimes they give better reactions than your close ones.”

Seonho, again, stunned by her reaction. Why does it feel like she is lonely in her world?

Seonho did not know how to respond to her comment and so he just stared at her beautiful eyes until she spoke again, “I am sorry Seonho-ssi if I asked something too personal. I didn’t mean to offend you or anything,” before Seonho got the chance to even open his mouth, Geunyoung added, “why do we keep apologizing to each other, we didn’t do anything wrong hahaha” followed by a laughter. Her laughing face, her hand tucking a few strands of her hair to the back of her ear, he felt like seeing everything suddenly move in slow motion. Get yourself together Kim Seonho, what are you doing?

Seonho couldn’t help it but also laughed at her words, “Right, what’s wrong with us, hahaha.”

For a moment he felt like he could relate to her so much, like he saw himself in her. He did not know exactly why. 40 minutes ago he was just watching Moon Geunyoung the famous actress on stage and now suddenly he is in a bar having drinks while talking to her. He wondered how he could suddenly feel this intense connection with her.

“If I may ask..” he paused half way, hesitating as to whether he should ask her the question in his head or not. The woman noticed his hesitation so she went ahead and said, “yeah go ahead, you can ask me anything.”

“How does it feel to, I guess, having your dreams settled since you were young?”

The question that Seonho asked was unlike any other question that she had ever received before. Everyone always asked something similar like, “have you always wanted to be an actress?” “How do you like your job in acting?”

“Well uhm, I have always been grateful to be able to do acting since I was little. It has always been my dream since I was 9 or 10 years old. But nowadays, it feels like I have nothing to chase anymore. When people around my age had just started to achieve their dream and got excited about it, they got really excited about their adult life, while I have been living in mine for 10 years yet I am still so young. I don’t know what moves me anymore. I don't wanna be ungrateful but that is how I truly feel inside.”

Seonho, of course, could not relate to anything she just said. He spent his life up until that day just like any other normal person. Grew up with his family, went to school, had a lot of memories with friends and such. He was confused about choosing his major for university until he finally got interested in acting, fell in love with it and he had now only started to build his dream. He had not yet lived in it. So he could understand when she said that “people around my age had just started to achieve their dream,” because he is those people. He was still so excited with what life has to offer and Geunyoung is only a year younger than him.

“You know you can always have more than one dream. Right? I mean life is long enough to tie us into just having one dream and now that you have achieved one, you can always choose another dream. Just go crazy!” Seonho said that while smiling brightly at Geunyoung, the girl could not help but smiled back at him.

“Of course! That makes sense. I want to travel the world, I want to see penguins in Ushuaia, I want to try to live in New York for a short while, I want to… god yeah there are so many things to do. You’re right”

“Right? Wait before you continue, where is that penguin place Ushukai?”

“Ushuaia, it’s a city in Argentina where you can see penguins in their natural habitat. Actually it’s called “End of the World'' because it is located at the Southernmost tip of South America.” Seonho looked at her passionately and talked about her dreams while smiling, he felt like he kinda brought a smile back to her face as she looked a bit gloomy while answering his first question.

“Sure, go see penguins, go to New York, go ….. Uhm what else? Go dive in the ocean and see turtles hahaha. Just do whatever it is that makes you happy.”

“You’re right Seonho-ssi. Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For being nice”

“Of course, Geunyoung-ssi. Anytime”

They continued to talk for another hour, Geunyoung even ordered another drink after she finished her first glass. He could not possibly order another one since he had a pretty low alcohol tolerance. He did not want to do anything stupid in front of this beautiful women in front of him. Although at that time, he was already a little bit tipsy.

While they were still talking, Seonho caught a glimpse of a few people at the entrance. They had been standing there for around 10 minutes but did not actually enter the club. Some of them had a camera on and he just got a hunch that they might be Geunyoung’s fans. because Geunyoung was sitting facing him, her back was facing the club’s entrance so she her face could not be seen from the outside,

“Geunyoung-ssi, why do I feel like those people outside might be your fans?” Seonho said while trying his best to not be obvious from looking at those people outside.

Out of reflect, Geunyoung immediately turned his head to see what Seonho was talking about. Seonho immediately grabbed Geunyoung’s chin made her face him again before she managed to turn her head fully towards the entrance of the club. As soon as he realized what he was doing he immediately let go of his hand and his face turned even redder now from the alcohol and from touching Geunyoung’s face, “sorry, I just, I thought it’s better if they don’t see you because you know. I am sorry I didn’t mean to-”

“No no no you’re right, it was stupid of me to just turned around. It’s okay, thank you” Geunyoung cut him because she did not want to make the boy feel bad. She knew he did not mean to cross the line or anything, but he looked so nervous and a bit embarrassed after he suddenly grabbed her chin.

“shit what do I do now. I’m gonna be so dead if they took a picture of me” Geunyoung let out her concerns.

“Sajangnim, isn’t there any back exit here?” Seonho asked the owner.

“Not from this floor, you can go upstairs and take the fire escape to go down. The building is strange, I know, but that is your best shot. Let me apologize to you Geunyoung-ssi, usually this area is safe from random fans like that. I don’t know what happened today”

“No worries Sajangnim. It happens” Geunyoung assured the owner to not feel bad.

“It’s okay I can help get you out from here Geunyoung-ssi” Seonho blurted out suddenly. He was already a little bit drunk at that time but thankfully he did stop drinking after just one glass of scotch so he could still totally run and helped Geunyoung escape the club. Geunyoung on the other hand, had a pretty high alcohol tolerance so she was still very much on alert.

“Thank you so much,” Geunyoung answered while putting on her jacket and gathered her stuff.

“You can just follow me” Seonho said as he stood up and walked in front of her. Geunyoung followed him from behind and both of them took the stairs to the second floor. When they finally arrived at the door, Seonho went ahead and opened the door, “I will go down first just in case you slipped out or anything.”

Seonho safely went down first, “give me your purse” Geunyoung threw her purse towards Seonho so she could go down easily, “don’t worry I’m standing right below you. Just take your time.”

Geunyoung slowly went down the fire escape and when she was about to hit the last step, she missed it, thankfully Seonho was there, so he held her waist and she fell back to Seonho’s chest instead, “You okay?” she was practically in Seonho’s embrace for a split second her hair touched Seonho’s nose and in that moment he could smell her woody-floral scent mixed with her sweat even more which drove him crazy. He couldn’t tell anymore if he was drunk from her smell or from the alcohol he had earlier.

“Yes, thank you.” Geunyoung answered hurriedly while looking down and pretending to fox her mini dress because she felt her face suddenly get warm.

“Okay so how-” Seonho was just about to ask how she is gonna get home but both of them heard a bunch of people talking from the direction of the entrance of the club, “I am sure it was Geunyoung unnie you know” as they both looked at the direction of the voice, they could see one of the fans had walked towards where they both was standing.

Without wasting any second, Seonho grabbed her hand and took her inside a small alley between the club and the building behind it. The alley was so small it barely fits the two of them there. They both stood facing each other with his chest glued to hers. Everytime she breathed, he could feel her chest moving, the same goes to Geunyoung. Fuck me. I can feel her breathing right on my chest please dear god please save me from any trouble. My dick better not be doing anything stupid for fuck sake.

Seonho did not know where to look, he looked towards the right at the street to see if those fans were still around, but nothing in sight. He then turned left to see whether there’s another way that they could escape, but the alley was a dead end. When he turned around, his lips brushed her forehead because they were standing so close to each other.

Geunyoung was a bit frightened and overwhelmed with the whole situation that she rested her head on Seonho’s chest while trying to catch the breath. Seonho closed his eyes at the whole situation, he was too overwhelmed with having Geunyoung literally glued to his body and now her head was resting on top of his chest. He rested his head to the wall, praying his dick wouldn’t get hard during this very critical time.

As they were still standing, they could hear the fans voice getting closer from where they were.

“Did you call the taxi already?”

“Yeah, he is gonna come soon. I already said to pick us up here”

Apparently those fans were waiting for their taxi from the side building of the club. Meaning that Seonho and Geunyoung would not be able to go out until those fans left.

Both of them were standing at the back of a bunch of used street signs that were thrown away in that alley so no one could barely see them behind those signs.

Seonho was still in his own madness from having Geunyoung breathed against his chest. They were silent for so long until he broke the silence, “are you okay?”

Geunyoung raised her head and looked at Seonho in the eye, “Yes.”

“Okay good.”

Right after he finished his answer, Geunyoung clasped Seonho’s head and brought his face closer to her face until her lips touched his.

At that time, Geunyoung did not know what was going on with herself. She had just met this guy, Kim Seonho, for the first time and as a celebrity she should be careful with meeting strangers but she just felt like she trusted him. She enjoyed their conversation in the bar, she felt like someone understood her and she has not felt that way for a long time.

She did not know if it was the alcohol kicking in or the loneliness or the fact that this Kim Seonho guy is so handsome and polite, but she just couldn’t control herself.

She started out slowly, kissing the top of his lips and pressing her lips against his. Seonho was taken aback that he just stood still not moving his lips against hers whatsoever. Geunyoung continued to kiss him deeper, now she put her other hand on top of her hand to get him closer to her face. Seonho noticed how the girl in front of him was kissing him hungrily and at that time, he could not think straight anymore he then went ahead and kissed her back. He put his hand at the back of her waist and brought her body even closer to him, as if they were not already feeling each other's breath since 15 minutes ago.

The kiss became deeper and hotter as his hand went down behind her mini dress and squeezed her ass. She reacted to Seonho’s touch by letting out a small moan inside his mouth as she brought her body even closer to Seonho and she could feel the boy got hard against her lower stomach. She continued to kiss him and raised one of her legs half way up so the boy could get better access to squeeze her ass. They finally stopped for a while to catch their breath and Seonho just went straight to her collar bone, sucking it so hard that Geunyoung could not help but let out a moan. He did not want the fans to hear them so he closed her mouth with his hand as he continued to kiss, bite and suck on the girl’s neck while still squeezing her ass. Geunyoung was having a hard time staying quiet as she felt all this sensation from her neck and her ass. She thought maybe it’s better that they just kiss so his mouth would shut her up from moaning and so she put her hands on Seonho’s ears and brought the boy’s lips back to hers. They continued to deepen the kiss and groped each other's body. Geunyoung’s legs are now completely wrapped around Seonho’s hip and she could feel his hardness rubbing against her. She then pushed her hip against his hard dick and Seonho let out a moan for the first time inside her mouth. The guy was already about to lose it when they were still in their full clothing. He then slipped his hand inside Geunyoung’s panties. He was ready to make her feel good inside. As he did that, Geunyoung whispered between their kisses, “yes,” before continuing to kiss him relentlessly again. When his fingers finally arrived at the spot, he noticed that the girl was already so wet. He inserted his three fingers inside and started moving it gently. He could feel Geunyoung shivers in pleasure every time he moved his fingers. As he continued to pleasuring her she grabbed his hair and bit his lower lip, to prevent herself from letting out a loud moan, “you’re so good fuck. I’m so close.” Seonho did not answer to what she said, he was still losing his mind. He was too horny, drunk and he was focusing on pleasuring the woman in front of him. Her low moan inside his mouth in between their kisses was like a drug to his ears. He couldn’t believe he was fingering the nation’s little sister in an alley. The actress that he just got to know her name an hour ago. Not long after, she stopped kissing him and put her head back to the wall behind her, pulling Seonho’s head as well as his tongue was still inside her and her hands were still grabbing his hair tightly, she came and he could feel her warm cum all over his fingers. They were both catching their breaths with Seonho burying his nose against her neck and Geunyoung resting her chin on top of his broad shoulders when her phone rang. He dropped her slowly as she took her phone inside her purse. “Hello? Yes I am still in that club. I was avoiding some fans so if you could turn around and pick me up from the back side of the building that would be great.” Seonho was standing beside her, looking down and his hard dick. Can you calm down now? Please. You’re not getting it tonight. He did not realize for how long they were making out in that alley but he realized then that there were no sounds of the fans anymore. They probably went home already. “So that was my manager. He’s just turning the car around, she’ll be here soon.” Geunyoung said as she fixed her hair and outfit from all the grabbing earlier. “That’s great. I think the fans are gone already.” “Thank you for saving me today.” “Sure, I mean, of course, don’t mention it.” He understood it as she was thanking him for saving her from her fans but what she actually meant was for being a gentleman throughout the evening. She was anxious with her first theatre play and she was not in her right mind, running away from her manager and had a drink alone in a club. She surely never had a stranger whom she met for the first time kissed her, let alone put his fingers inside her but there she was, standing in front of that handsome stranger. Her phone rang and both knew that she had to leave. She took a step forward towards him, put her hand behind his neck and went for a goodbye kiss. They had been kissing for god knows how many minutes but still, when she kissed him again after their make out session, he still got that butterflies in his stomach and so was she. She then parted from the kiss and walked away towards her car.

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