#can be anywhere from like 45 minutes for something simple

[geekforhorror]

hot in here

description: you're getting ready to meet your friend, but something... or someone, stands in your way.

warnings: SMUT (DNI IF YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT!), dom!anakin, sub!reader, unprotected p in v sex, hickeys, praise, pet names, fingering, creampie, etc.

It was a normal Friday night and you had nothing else to do besides watch episodes of your favorite holodrama. To your surprise, you had gotten a holocall while doing so. It was your friend, Padme. You guys had been friends ever since you met through Anakin. You pick up without any hesitation and hear her start talking.

"Hey girl! How are you doing?" Padme asks you, sounding happy.

"I'm doing just fine. How's the senate treating you?" you ask her.

"It's going pretty well except for all these new bills being introduced," she says sounding annoyed at the situation.

"I feel you girl. The order is absolutely exhausting with all the new Padawans," you say with a light laugh.

"Aren't you going to ask why I called you?" she asks.

"Fine, why did you call me?" you ask her mockingly.

"I just wanted to see if you wanted to come to Rosie's Bar with me," Padme said.

It didn't take you long to come up with answer because if you were being honest, you needed a break from the recent stress.

"Yay! Does 8:00 sound good?" she says to you.

"Yes!" you say, sounding enthusiastic.

"See you there! Love ya!" your best friend says before hanging up.

You looked at the time on the bedside clock and the numbers read 7:15. Shit. You only had about 45 minutes before you were expected there.

Not wasting anymore time, you quickly walk to your closet and open the doors to it. You suddenly felt overwhelmed by the amount of clothes hung in there. There were arrays of clothes for different occasions, along with jewelry, shoes, and accessories, but right now you were focused on finding the best attire for your girls night out.

You finally decide on wearing a short red dress made of satin, with a slit running down the side of the dress. It had always been one of your favorites. To go with the dress, you chose some simple black heels. Once the material is on your figure, you rush over to the bathroom to do your makeup. You decided to do a simple but quite elegant makeup look consisting of pale red eyeshadow to go with the beautiful dress you were wearing and added eyeliner to the final look. Once you had finished your makeup routine, you grab a small black purse containing everything that you may need for tonight.

You once again check the time on the phone and this time it says 7:40. Not wasting any more time, you make your way to the apartment door while fumbling with your keys, trying to prepare to lock the door for obvious reasons. Your boyfriend, Anakin, wouldn't be home until later. You open the front door, but a familiar figure is standing in front of it. The figure had lucious locks and a set of beautiful blue eyes that were now staring at you with curiosity.

"Going somewhere, love?" he asks you, tilting his head to the side.

"I'm just going out to the bar with Padme, that's all," you say.

"In that dress, baby?" he asks.

"What's wrong with this dress?" you ask him with a raised voice.

"Nothing at all. It's just you look so fucking beautiful,” he says in a loving but also knowing tone.

"Thank you, but I’m gonna be late," you say to him, making your way towards the door. He gets ahold of your wrists and holds them firmly with his hands. "You're not going anywhere, love," he says.

"Please," you plead.

"Oh I'll be doing no such thing, darling," he says with a stupid smirk on his face. “I’m gonna ravish you like the goddess you are.”

Before you can say anything more, his hands trail to the back of your dress before ripping the fabric off your body in one swift motion, leaving it in tatters as it rests on the floor. You now have to get used to the rush of cold air that's now running over your partly naked body.

"What a waste of such a beautiful dress… especially since I bought it for you,” he coos into your ear. He pulls your legs around his hips as you guys make your way over to the black couch in the living room. He sets you down on the leather couch and pushes your body a bit back so that there's room for him. He then towers over your body and starts peppering your neck with rough and hot kisses. Before you even get the chance to take off his upper garments, it's as if he reads your mind and does it himself. His tunic was already gone and hits the floor along with yours. He unzips his black pants, now pooling at his ankles, before taking them off completely. You could see the outline of his erected bulge through his briefs and it was huge.

You frowned at him for what he had done to your dress, but you wanted him to fuck you so badly. You could feel the ache starting to form in between your thighs as your desperation for him increased by the second. While still sucking away at your somewhat exposed chest, he makes sure that he has access to every part of your skin. He reaches for the clasp of your lacy bra, which was one of his favorites, and undoes the hook before discarding it to the floor. He does the same thing with your panties with one swift motion of his large hand. Even though he's only sucking at your fully exposed chest, it has such an powerful effect on you.

He slowly takes his swollen lips off of your upper body before moving on. He then aligns himself in your pussy and immediately starts pounding his huge length into you.

"Fuck! An- Anakin!" you let out in pleasure.

"Yes?" he says teasingly, knowing exactly what he's doing to you.

He continues taking his hardened cock into your pussy and you can feel everything. His pace doesn't give out at all and you can feel ecstasy washing over your body.

"Harder-" you whimper, sounding so desperate.

"Will you be a good girl and obey me? "he asks with his voice sounding like pure velvet as those words slip off his pink tongue.

"Yes I promise," you say, needing him to stretch out your whole damn body.

"That's what I like to hear, angel"

His hips collide with yours, providing more friction for the both of you. As he goes deeper inside you, you feel your inner walls loosen up to make room for his hard cock. You had boyfriends before him but none of them could make you feel this good.

He takes one of your nipples into his mouth and sucks on it like there is no tomorrow. You knew his sucking would leave you with bruises, but you didn't care at all. All you wanted was for him to fill you up and fuck you until you couldn't walk.

He lets out deep grunts before he finally hits the spot where you need him the most.

"You feel so good around me, you know that right?" he says in between raggedy breaths.

"Just keep going, Ani," you demanded of him, sounding desperate as ever. He nods his head ever so slightly and begins thrusting into you again.

You have the need to dig your nails into his shoulder blades and you know he fucking loves it when you squirm underneath his touch. He loved reminding himself that he's the one making you feel this good and it makes him even more turned on at the thought of it. You can tell your climax is approaching with each additional movement he makes while still inside you.

"I'm- I'm gonna cum," you let out.

"Then cum around me. I know you want to," he says.

"I need something more- please."

He knows exactly what you need.

He slowly traces two of his slender, long fingers along your inner thighs before they reach your unclothed pussy. He then inserts them into your cunt, making your breathing more hitched than it already was. As he fingers you more roughly, you can feel your arousal starting to form even more.

You finally reach your orgasm as your arousal splashes around your lower thighs. Anakin groans at the sight of it. He always loved when you came before he did. He came right after you and you can feel his seed spilling into you.

“I love you, baby,” he whispers lovingly.

"I know you do Ani" you say to him with a smirk plastered on your face.

Your mind wandered off for a second and wondered how you would explain to Padme why you never showed up. He noticed your eyelids starting to get heavier and knew you were starting to become more tired by each passing second.

"Come on baby. You should get some rest," he suggests.

Before you could get a single word out of your mouth, you heard your holopad start to ring. Your accept the call. It was Padme.

"Hey, where are you? I'm at the bar."

"I'm sorry Padme. I-," you start to say before you see your boyfriend give you a knowing look. "I'm sick. I came down with a fever just as I was ready to leave the apartment," you lie.

"Oh I'm sorry to hear that,” she says.

"Relax, it's not your fault. I should've called you about it sooner before you went all the way out there," you say trying to keep up with your obvious lies.

"I love you and I hope you feel better soon," she says to you.

"Thank you Padme. I really appreciate it,”

"Of course. Now do me a favor and get some rest." she replies.

"Will do!" you say with a little chuckle. The call finally disconnects and look back at Anakin.

"I feel bad lying to her, but I would never pass up our time together."

"I'm glad to hear that, darling," he says with a foolish smile.

You really did feel something for Anakin and it was definitely real. Both of you knew it and he felt the exact same way about you.

"Alright let's get you to bed,” Anakin says to you.

You give him an approving nod and he gets up from his position on the couch and lifts you up by your waist. You walk over to pick your clothing up from the floor and hold his hand as he leads you upstairs. You finally reach your guys’ bedroom and start getting ready for bed.

You pick out a black bralette and your favorite silky black pajama shirt which was a bit oversized but you didn’t mind at all. Anakin, who was on the other side of the bedroom, was changing into his signature grey sweatpants that just hung off of his hips. He rarely wore anything on his defined upper body and you weren’t complaining about it at all.

Once the both of you finished changing, you guys went to the bathroom to brush your guys’ teeth. After finishing your night time routine, you guys laid yourself onto the silky bed sheets covering your guys’ bed.

“Anakin.”

“Yes, my love?” he said, now looking at you with his soft ocean eyes that you adored so much.

“I just wanted to thank you for this evening,” you say with a smile.

“Of course, baby,” he replies.

“I will always be here with you, no matter what,” he continues. His words always seemed to comfort you, no matter how small they were.

“I love you Ani,” you mumble as you place your head on his chest.

He looks over at your face this time just to see your eyes closed and peacefully resting by his side.

He would never get tired of this.

#anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker smut #anakin smut #star wars #anakin imagine #anakin skywalker x reader #star wars fanfiction #anakin star wars #star wars fandom #hayden christensen #anakin fanfiction #anakin x reader #anakin x you #star wars fanart #star wars anakin

[i984]

Grump Black Cat

|Pairing|: Wednesday Addams x gender neutral reader.

|Summary|: Wednesday Addams is more feline than you had thought.  

|Warnings|: Soft! Wednesday Addams, sitting around reading books together like useless teenagers, reader brushes Wednesday's hair; Wednesday purrs, it's Wednesday's first time professing her love so bear with her.

|Word count|: almost 1k words

|A/n|: This was supposed to be a silly 'Ooh! Wednesday purrs when she's happy 'cuz she's the grumpy cat girlfriend' fic, but I frickin' got whiplash at 2am re-writing this like 5 times over, so I hope you enjoy!

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Nervous.

That's how you feel as your fingers cards through Wednesday's hair.

Recounting the things leading to the sweet, intimate moment, you let out a shaky exhale. Earlier in the evening, you had nearly jumped out of bed when you received a text from your girlfriend. 

Wednesday-frickin'-Addams has sent you a text; for the first time in your relationship.

Usually, she would opt to send Thing to relay her message to you on a piece of paper. But this time, it was different. There wasn't an independent appendage knocking at your window. There was only Wednesday's name displayed on your phone's notification.

I assume you're reading your murder-mystery novel?

And indeed you had. Wednesday knows about this; you had told her a couple of times that you've been reading some Agatha Christie novels your mother sent the other day. She's making small talk. Interesting.

You quickly reply with a simple 'yes' before asking Wednesday what she's doing. 

Her response came about 7 minutes and 33 seconds later—yes, you counted—and instead of answering your previous question, she replied with;

I'm coming to your room. Don't move anywhere until I knock.

You would have thought that it was an ominous message, but your brain is too busy panicking at the premise of Wednesday coming to your room. In the middle of the night. Anything could happen.

Your heart races against your chest as you freeze on your bed—the book is long forgotten. You're counting the seconds now; 5 minutes and 45 seconds, 5 minutes and 46 seconds, 5 minutes and 47 sec-

The sound of waltz-rhythmed knocks on your door startled you. That's her. That's Wednesday.

You open your door, and you're immediately greeted with the sight of Wednesday's flushed cheeks; sweat trailing down her neck. Her black satin pajama clings to her figure. She must've run here. 

"Is something wrong, Wednesday?" Your voice is now tainted with worry as you usher your girlfriend into your room. 

Wednesday stays silent as she sits at your desk, and you can vaguely see her facial muscles relax. You decided not to push her for an answer. Maybe she only wants to see you; the thought makes your body flush slightly. 

You take a seat on your bed and Wednesday's gaze trails after your figure. Patting the spot beside you, you motion for your girlfriend to sit there—your other hand grabbing the abandoned book. 

Wednesday saunters over and hesitantly takes a seat. She watches as your eyes scan the pages, brows furrowed in concentration. You hadn't even noticed Wednesday looking over your shoulder to read the novel with you.

You both stay like that for a moment, reading in blissful silence. Neither of you tries to fill it; both hearts beat in tandem. 

Soon you feel Wednesday presses her body slightly against you then her chin lays on your shoulder. You don't think she notices what she's doing; her mind is too caught up in the story to register her actions.

Wednesday is like a cat. A grumpy black cat. Cats are cute. Wednesday is cute.

You snorted at your train of thought and Wednesday shifts in her position. Before you realize it, you're already stroking your girlfriend's hair, and she sinks even more into your shoulder. 

The book now long forgotten, you wish you could untie Wednesday's tight braids. Her hair always fascinates you; the lustrous glow, the silkiness of the texture, and the way it practically compliments her complexion.

"Can I brush your hair?" You whisper in her ear as you hand her the book. You don't even know why you're whispering, but when she only nodded in response, you knew it was the right move to make.

You walk over to your nightstand to grab a brush. Then you sit behind Wednesday to finally touch her smooth hair again. 

"I'll untie your braids now," you softly announce into the room, and you gently detangle her locks.

Your breath hitches and your heart pounds rapidly at the intensity of it all; everything feels so intimate, and you feel yourself melt as your fingers card through her hair. 

You take your brush and run it through Wednesday's hair delicately. Once the locks have straightened, you gently massage her scalp. It must've hurt having tight braids all day. You want to help her relax and relieve her pain.

You continue on your ministrations when suddenly you hear Wednesday starts purring..?

Wednesday Addams—your grumpy cat girlfriend—is purring with her hair down.

You had willed yourself not to squeal like a little kid; at the sound, the sight, the sensation. It's almost becoming too much for you; your heart nearly bursts at the situation. You hadn't thought a human could produce purring sounds, yet here you are. 

Wednesday continues reading while making her happy cat noises, and you play with her hair while occasionally giving her back hugs. You both stay like this for a while, basking in each other's presence and warmth.

Wednesday finally closes her book and leans into your touch. At this point, you've both rested against the headboard, eyes drooping down heavily. 

Wednesday takes your hand in hers, thumb tracing abstract lines onto your skin. It's moments like this when you realize your girlfriend has her guard down—something she can only do when she's with you.

"I missed you," you mutter softly, and Wednesday turns her head to look at you.

"I missed you, too."

You slide down the covers, and Wednesday follows suit. "Good night, my grumpy little cat," you exhale and close your eyes before uttering three simple words, "I love you."

Wednesday steals a final look at your face for the night before finding the courage to let out her voice—just slightly above a whisper, and you can barely hear her. 

But her words ring clear as you hear her hush out the words you had longed to hear. 

"I love you, too."

#wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams x you #wednesday addams imagine #wednesday addams fanfic #jenna ortega x reader #wednesday series #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams

[itsbeeble]

Adoration

Summary: Though you’ve only been together a few months, you and Wonwoo are completely starstruck by each other. It really shows tonight.

Genre: Suggestive, more plot than usual, fluff (this is really soft until the end mostly), angst if you really think about it

WC: ~2.9k

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x gn!reader (reader wears make up, but no specifics toward gender were implied)

Warnings: Making out, Wonwoo is a huge simp in this tbh, pet names (my love, reader calls wonwoo nonu sometimes if that counts), marking

Notes: this was supposed to be like 700 words max but I got a lil carried away and here we are. This is based off something I saw on here but I can’t remember what it is so if I find it I’ll rewrite this! 

part 2 here!

It’s been 45 minutes since Wonwoo got to your apartment.

45 minutes of him sitting on the edge of your bed, leaning back on his hands while he watches you get ready for the date he has planned for you two. Granted, he did show up an hour before he was supposed to. He was nervous though. This was the first time he’d ever been in your apartment and he didn’t quite know what he was supposed to do. The two of you had been seeing each other for a few months. A few months of simple dates: movie theaters, breakfast at the diner near your apartment, coffee when the two of you were free. Sure, he took you out to dinner. But he hadn’t taken you anywhere too fancy yet, and that was what tonight was for. 

Right now, however, the date is the last thing on his mind. He’s completely entranced by you as you do your hair and your makeup. He knows his jaw is partially open, knows that he’s been staring for far too long but you’re just so pretty and he doesn’t at all mind that his arms are getting sore. 

“I’m sorry I’m taking so long.” You glance at him through your mirror, a small pout on your lips as you put away your mascara. He just smiles at you. 

“Don’t be sorry,” Wonwoo reassures. “I like watching you.” He watches you become flustered, a small smile lifting on his face when you hurriedly put on your lipstick to finish off your look. He knows you’re rushing because of him, but he wishes you wouldn’t. He wanted to watch you a bit longer. 

He watches you rise from your chair and he sits up, tilting his neck to crack it a bit. 

“How do I look?” You do a little spin, showing off your look. Wonwoo eyes you up and down, that same starstruck smile on his lips as he does. The heat rises back to your cheeks and you begin to mess with the edge of your blouse. 

“You look stunning, my love.” Wonwoo reaches his hand out for you. “C’mere.” You shuffle toward him, your house slippers sliding easily against the carpet below you. You take his hand and he pulls you to him to stand between his legs. He’s staring up at you from the rounded glasses that sit on his nose, his hands now resting on your waist and your arms are on his shoulders. 

Wonwoo’s looking at you like you put the stars in the sky, and that alone makes you more nervous than the day you met him at the coffee shop across from your workplace. You play with the hairs at the nape of his neck, trying to distract yourself from how he’s looking at you, but you can’t help it. 

“You’re so pretty,” Wonwoo murmurs, rubbing circles into your waist with his thumbs. 

“You’re pretty too…” Your voice is quieter than his, your nerves eating away at you, and he smiles before leaning up to you. He’s centimeters away from you, his gaze dancing across your face. Your hair falls from where you had tucked it behind your ears and forms a curtain around the two of you. His lips twitch upwards at your shy comment, and he bumps your nose with his own.

“Can I kiss you, my love?” He brings one of his hands to your cheek and you lean into it. Lean into him. You nod, and he exhales quietly. 

The kiss is slow to start. Neither of you is very affectionate people in public. You’re not cold to anyone or each other, just more reserved. This means that you hadn’t shared many kisses these past few months. Not that it was bad, of course.

Wonwoo pulls away from you just a bit to give you some breathing room, ready to tell you that the two of you should get going. You don’t let him speak, and you press your lips back to his. His hand is still resting on your cheek, thumb brushing over it gently as his lips move carefully over yours. 

You know you should probably, but his lips are just so addicting. Every time Wonwoo pulls away from you, you chase his lips. He’s still smiling against your lips, fully aware of the effect he has on you. Your tongue pushes out gently, swiping along his lower lip and he inhales quietly but sharply. He allows you in, his tongue poking at your own but he lets you lead the kiss for the most part. 

“Y/n,” he mumbles against your lips, moving his hand to grip your chin loosely between two fingers. He pulls back and this time you can’t fight against him. “My love, we have to get going if we want to make our reservation and you and I both know how you’ve been looking forward to this.” You frown and Wonwoo presses another soft kiss against your lips. “C’mon, baby. Go get your shoes and we’ll get going.” 

The drive to the restaurant is long and excruciating. You can’t help the butterflies in your stomach while you watch Wonwoo drive, his hand gripping the steering wheel loosely with one hand while the other plays with your fingers on the center console. It’s your turn to stare at him. Him in his fitted black turtle neck and black slacks. Him in his rounded glasses with his hair that looks far too soft for you to not be allowed to play with it right now. 

“If you keep staring at me,” he squeezes your hand tightly and you purse your lips. “I’m going to have to turn the car around, my love.” 

“Would that be so bad, Wonwoo?” He smirks a bit but doesn’t respond for a moment. He just moves his hand out of your own and to your thigh. Your body tenses, your back straightens, and the butterflies in your stomach become more like a zoo. His fingers squeeze lightly at your skin, but he doesn’t push any further than that. Whether it’s respect or he’s simply teasing you, you can’t help the small ache within you, crying out for him to touch you. 

“No,” he finally says. “No, it wouldn’t.” 

Oh. 

Oh no.

When you’re finally in the restaurant, sat at a little booth in the corner per Wonwoo’s request, he makes it a point to sit right next to you instead of across. The tension from the car seems to have disappeared as soon as you sat down, and the two of you begin with light small talk. Talking about your weeks, how work has been since you last saw each other. Simple conversation to keep you busy until your food has been ordered. As you talk, you notice that he’s still got that look in his eyes.

He’s still completely starstruck by you, and the more you realize it the more nervous you get and the more his smile widens. 

“Nervous, my love?” He takes a sip of the drink in front of him, his arm thrown around the back of the seat and his body turned mostly toward you.

“No,” You deny, but the more you deny it the less you believe yourself. “Not at all.” He chuckles at the smile you flash him. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yeah, absolutely.” You know he sees right through your little lies, but you’re glad he doesn’t mention it again. 

Dinner and dessert. That’s all you have to get through and then you’ll have Wonwoo to yourself again. So long as you can both hold off for that long, at least. Since your entrées came out, Wonwoo’s been looking at you with an expression you can’t quite read. His eyes are darker, but maybe it’s just the lighting. 

“You know,” he leans toward you a bit and you blink rapidly. Your dessert spoon is held loosely in your hand, balancing delicately above some cake that you’d both decided on sharing. “You’re so pretty, my love.” 

“So you’ve told me.” You try to keep the nerves out of your voice but it’s hard when he looks like he wants to eat you alive.

“And now I’m telling you again.” He shrugs and takes your spoon out of your hand. He taps it against the side of the plate, thinking for a moment. 

“You look lost in thought, Nonu.” You tilt your head and gaze at him curiously. “Are you okay?” Wonwoo chuckles and shakes his head. Then he nods.

“I’m perfect, my love. Absolutely perfect.” The spoon dips into the cake before you and he’s rising before the spoon reaches his mouth. “Let’s get out of here.”

The tension from the ride to the restaurant has returned. Wonwoo seems tenser than you had been, and that’s making you nervous. You can’t help but wonder if you did something wrong at some point during the night. Wonder if something happened and you just didn’t pick up on it. As much as you think back, there’s not a single thing that you can find that might have upset him. 

Wonwoo has both his hands on the steering wheel, gripping it tightly as he stares at the road. You don’t understand. Everything had been going so smoothly, and as soon as you both left the restaurant and got in his car, he’d stopped talking. Stopped interacting with you. 

“Nonu?” Your voice is quiet, cutting through the silence of the car. He glancest you, eyes the way you’re turned completely toward him in your seat. 

“Sit back down, my love.” The usage of the pet name makes you relax, but not a lot. 

“Something’s wrong, right?” He doesn’t respond, so you press the topic a bit more. “Did I do something wrong?” 

“What?” You can see his brows knitting together and you nervously bit at your lip.

“Well…you’ve been really quiet and tense since we left the restaurant and I figured that, well, maybe I’d done something wrong…?” Your voice trails off and Wonwoo bites the inside of his cheek. 

“You didn’t— I’m just—” Wonwoo sighs and turns into your apartment complex, parking in one of the guests spaces and shutting off the engine. Your eyes are wide with nerves and shock, and he grabs one of your hands. “C’mere, my love.” He pats his thigh and waits for you to realize what he’d asked. There’s a blush on your cheeks as you climb over the central console rather clumsily and place your legs on either side of him. Your hands are sitting in your lap and he takes them into his own. 

“If I did something wrong,” you mumble, “please tell me—”

“You did nothing wrong, my love.” Wonwoo squeezes your hands tightly in his own and sighs. “I’m sorry I made you feel like that.” 

“S’okay.” You smile at him and tilt your head. “What’s got you so tense, then?” He hums and runs his hands up and down your arms and pulls you just a little closer. 

“I just…” His voice trails off when he locks eyes with you. This whole night he’d been restraining from repeating what happened in your apartment. He didn’t want to push you too far too fast, but with the way you’re looking at him… though the look is of pure innocence, he can’t help but want to kiss you until neither of you can breathe. “It’s not important, my love. I promise I didn’t intend to come off as tense.” You don’t believe him, and he knows that, but you nod and lean forward to place a small kiss on his cheek. 

“As long as you’re okay…” His nose brushes against your cheek as he moves to look you in the eyes again, your faces now centimeters apart. Your cheeks flare red at the pure adoration in his eyes. “Can…” you clear your throat, fidgeting on his lap. You feel his body tense up and your stomach begins to do somersaults. “Can I kiss you?”  

The man under you doesn’t give you a verbal response. He takes his glasses off to set them down in the cupholders, lest they poke one of you in the eye. His lips find yours in a matter of moments afterward. The kiss is similar to the one in your apartment, paced slowly by him even though all you want is for him to kiss you harder. Faster. Wonwoo’s hands are settled on your thigh and on your waist, his grip tightening and loosening periodically as the kiss continues. Your arms are wrapped fully around his shoulders, pulling him closer and closer. 

When your tongue pushes at his lower lip, he doesn’t open up for you. You can feel the smirk on his face though your eyes are closed and you can’t see him. Your tongue retracts back into your mouth, not quite willing to push his limits at the moment. A split second later, however, his tongue is pushing its way past your lips. You inhale sharply, your mouth opening just a bit. Just enough for his tongue to slip into your mouth. Your own pushes back, and the kiss becomes something neither of you expected it to. It’s sloppy and wet and desperate and neither of you wants to pull away. 

The first time you suck on his tongue while it’s in your mouth, Wonwoo lets out a low groan that has your body shuddering. The next time, he pulls away from you, his eyes dark with an emotion you hadn’t seen before, but now recognize as lust. He doesn’t say anything as he looks at you, but the hand on your waist slides up to rest under your jaw. Your wavered breaths falter when he squeezes your jaw, your mouth opening and releasing a quiet whine that has him twitching in his slacks. 

“So pretty, my love.” Wonwoo coos, his lips crushed against yours just moments later. It’s a bit harder for you to kiss him back when he’s got your jaw in an iron grip, making it so all you can do is swirl your tongue around his and let him kiss you. The whole situation has your eyes rolling back, your spine arching into him, and your core aching. 

The lipstick you’d worked so hard to keep nice throughout the dinner has been smeared all across your lips and rubbed onto Wonwoo’s own. He doesn’t mind, though. He doesn’t mind one bit because he’d been thinking about this since the moment you first kissed him at the edge of your bed. 

Wonwoo’s tongue licks at the roof of your mouth, flicks against the tip of your tongue, and traces every single centimeter of your wet cavern that he can reach before he’s releasing your jaw and you’re finally able to return his…affection. He barely gives you the chance, much to your dismay, before he’s tracing his lips along your jaw and placing kisses against the side of your neck. Those kisses become harsher and harsher the lower he goes, stopping at your collarbone and pushing you back a bit so he can undo the first few buttons of your dress shirt and place kisses against the skin of your chest. One of your hands tangles in his hair, the other gripping the fabric of his turtleneck, holding him against you while breathy moans bubble in your throat. 

The kisses he places are unlike anything you’d received before. He sucks and bites at the skin under his mouth until there are dark purple marks beginning to form before he runs his tongue over them and places softer, sweeter kisses over each one to soothe the ache that’s been created. He’s rough, but still gentle with you. He supports your back so you don’t hit the steering wheel, and pulls your shirt up just enough to keep you somewhat covered due to the fact that you’re still in his car. A car with tinted windows, but he doesn’t want to risk anything in such a public area. 

“Is this…” Your voice is high-pitched, gasps and whines interrupting you as he continues to suck marks into as many places as he can reach. “Is this why— fuck— why you were— were so tense— oh god, Nonu—” Your lover uses one hand to tilt your head, nipping your earlobe and sucking a mark into the skin just beneath your ear. He hums when you finish you’d struggled so hard with. 

“Maybe.” There’s amusement in his voice and Wonwoo trails his lips back up your neck and pulls away from you completely. 

That look is in his eyes again as he gazes over the art he placed on your skin. Hickeys litter your chest, your collarbones, and your neck. Some of them are easily hidden, some of them are not which makes his heart swell with pride. Your hair is in complete disarray, and your shirt has fallen down completely on one side. Your lipstick is completely smeared across your lips, cheek, and chin from how furiously he’d been kissing you. 

“I’m gonna have to show up to work like this tomorrow.” You pout at his while he helps you fix your shirt, doing all the buttons and adjusting the collar. He smiles and pulls you down to place a gentle kiss on your lips. You have his glasses in your hand when he pulls away from them, and he closes his eyes while you push them up his nose. 

“It’s awfully bold, my love,” he runs his thumb across your cheek again and leans up until his lips are right next to your ear, “that you’ll be able to leave the apartment by the time I’m done with you.”

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[erikaqueenpauline]

I'm starting this post for like the third time hoping dumb ass Tumblr doesn't say 'oops something went wrong' and delete everything I wrote. continuing on about dextromethorphan, I have to tell you about the 4th plateau. 4th plateau dxm tripping (for most people anything north of 1000mg would be edging into this territory) is some serious shit not to be toyed around with or attempted on a whim. I have had some mystical, spiritual nirvana like experiences in the 4th plateau and on the other hand I've accidentally gotten trapped there and experienced hellish terrifying madness. I have ended up in jail cells and psych wards fucking with the 4th plateau, this is not something to be taken lightly. you experience total annihilation of all familiar constructs and tethers you're just adrift in the white blank abyss outside everything you can't tell what's real you don't know if you're on drugs or if things have always been this way and always will be forever ... like I said it can be terrifying or super sublime, it will make you reconsider every preconceived notions and belief you had, seeing everything from an emotionless objective outside viewpoint. proceed with caution lil dextronaut, tread carefully 4th plateau can be belief-shattering, life altering. you can also recall repressed memories in 4th plateau (maybe even 3rd) which can be really traumatic and huge. I definitely have experience with that phenomenon.

other dxm wisdom I bestow onto you 😁... lots of people like "triple C's" or coricidin cough and cold - I don't fuck with that shit cuz the chlorpheniramine weirds up the high too much... idk how to explain it but throw in that (also psychoactive) extra ingredient and it's a whole different ballgame. you get real fucked up but it's not for me any more. that being said, I ALWAYS take diphenhydramine (benadryl) with my dex, anywhere between 4 and 10 25mg pills depending on how fucked up I'm trying to get. dph is also an SSRI and an anticholinergic deliriant hallucinogen, frankly it's straight up dangerous, much more so than dxm. causes heart rhythm problems and convulsions and shit if you take too much - it enhances the dxm high to me, gives it a little more euphoria and body high and edging into visual hallucinations (esp higher amounts) but it also makes me fucking RETARDED in a way dxm alone does not, like seriously slow and simple in the head like counting things is hard lol ... so not something you want to do when you need to be functional, only good for being extremely fucked up listening to music and watching visualizers. 😄 also causes shaky hands, dry mouth, poor motor skills you walk like your drunk all teeter tottery and shit. so if you're gonna try adding in dph just know a little goes a long ways and your kinda playing with a live cobra that can turn on you. IMPORTANT: THE TRIP LOG. something I started doing long ago and follow religiously is I keep a designated little notebook where everytime I take a dose of dxm or dph (I include all psychoactive substances) I write down exactly how much I took and at what time. this is very helpful for when you're like "hmm I don't feel that high, I'm gonna take some more" if you look at the trip log and see it's only been 45mins since you took a dose of dxm you know to wait another 15mins or so for that to kick in before you go taking more shit, you feel me. it helps to know dxm hydrobromide takes about an hour to kick in, Mucinex about an hour and a half and delsym about two to two and a half hours. diphenhydramine takes about 45 minutes. you should generally always do these drugs on an empty stomach, food slows down the absorption and you won't get as high and it'll take longer. so if you know you're gonna trip don't eat anything heavy beforehand. and if you were wondering yes just swallow the syrup or pills, dxm and dph cannot be injected snorted or smoked. use caution when mixing dxm and THC you will get WAY more fucked up than either substance alone. alcohol and dxm is a good way to end up puking esp if you tend to have a weak stomach, products with guaifinesin extra prone to make you nauseated and or puke.

DANGERS OF DXM USE:

causes heart rate to be very elevated like 140 just sitting there not doing anything. if you have a weak heart don't use. for some reason extended use causes (at least for me) super low blood glucose levels, just found this out recently - to combat this drink regular (sugary) soda. dxm abuse can very often cause urinary retention! (doubly so if mixing in dph) - I cannot tell you how many times I've gone to ER in severe discomfort with liters of piss in my bladder completely unable to urinate, get bladder scanned and then catheter in the urethra, I have done this so many times it's not even fucking funny. over the years have learned some ways to cope with that (limiting fluid intake before and during trip, moderating dosage, tricks to coax the urine out of me) but seriously this can be unpleasant if you drink too much liquids and are on a high dose of dxm.

chronic extended abuse like I do causes other problems like digestive tract issues, short term memory loss (amnesia like a motherfucker), falling out and having convulsions and splitting your fucking face open, all sorts of fun adventures like that. so yeah dxm can be a powerful tool to recall repressed memories, cope with trauma, shake off outmoded beliefs, etc but not when you do it every fucking day all day, then you're just a fucking vegetable doing nothing and going nowhere. I'm trying to get clean off this shit and get back to recording my music. aight that's all for now got shit to do - Erika aka Queen Pauline

#dxm #dextromethorphan

[kwaggysshardmindemporium]

Saw a TTRPG post about things to add to your city and wanted to share a thing I've both been a player for AND a DM for that is always a huge hit when it happens: NPC sessions.

In most games, your PCs probably make a bunch of friends and allies. Even if they move from place to place a lot like many parties do, they'll still probably stop for anywhere from a few days to a few weeks in many cities and meet people. Or even have a small coterie of weirdos they've adopted to follow them. Often, the players will wonder about who they are and what's up with them. Let them, once in a while, do a whole session as these NPCs! Give them a really simple stat block about on par with (if you're playing DnD) a CR 1 or 2 monster, a small mechanical gimmick, and a job that's clearly below the PCs' pay grade or that they're busy for. Add in a small primer for who the NPC is behind the mask and what their motivations are, and you've got a fun time! Don't even worry about making all the NPCs balanced with each other. I promise your players will have a good time and thr assymetry honestly means they fill roles nicely instead of all being "dude who hits stuff but does it worse than my character." I've done this with my players and they absolutely loved it, and as a player whose been in sessions like these they're consistently super fun and funny.

One rule I recommend if you do this though: players can NOT play as an NPC thoroughly tied to their own character, although someone else can. (I.E. PC A has a spouse who's a retired adventurer that sometimes helps out the party. PC A's player cannot play as the spouse, but PC B can.) This way, if that character has something important and hidden from the player that would make an amazing reveal later, they don't just receive it in writing on the spot.

Here's a stat block I have in reserve for these sessions:

Geoff Antony Corpuz, officer

STR 18 DEX 12 CON 14 INT 12 WIS 10 CHA 14

HP 26 Speed 30, AC 17 (splintmail), Proficiency +4

Languages: Bilge, Buhru (Please note that this game takes place in the same setting as League of Legends, so the languages are a little funky as a result.)

Skills: Intimidate +6, Athletics +8, Animal Handling +4, Perception +4

Equipment: Splintmail, 2 Trident, adventurer's pack, 45 Bilge Harpoons, 2 Lesser Healing Potions

Saving throws: Strength +8, Charisma +6

Ridiculously Loud: Effects that would make it so Geoff cannot be heard instead simply reduce the range at which he can be heard to 15 feet. (If something such as a gag is rendering him totally unable to speak, this ability does not prevent that. This does not allow Geoff to speak through walls, unless of course they're quite thin.)

Extra attack: Geoff can make 2 attacks each time he takes the attack action

Alright, you lot!: Whenever Geoff would make an attack, he can instead give a simple order to someone within earshot who acknowledges his authority, who can then take an action that aligns with that order. During this action, the recipient of the action adds +1 to any d20 rolls made while pursuing it, and can make a maximum of 1 attack. A creature can be the recipient of an order this way at most once per turn.

Trident: +8 to hit, (range 20/60 if thrown) 1d6+4 piercing damage

Good Job, Soldier!: When a creature follows one of Geoff's orders in or out of combat, Geoff may spend his reaction to confer a d6 Bardic Inspiration onto them. (This inspiration can be used to help complete the given order, or held onto for later, at the recipient's discretion.) Geoff can do this a number of times a day equal to his proficiency bonus. (+4)

Can't speak for y'all, but I want to play as this guy for a session or two. And this stat block took like 10 minutes to write up when I made it.

#dnd #ttrpg #d&d #dungeons and dragons

[gunbrokerblogs]

Holiday Gift Guide: 5 Firearms That Take It to the Next Level

Is there a gun enthusiast in your life who would appreciate a firearm that takes it to the next level? Well, with the holidays coming up, this is the perfect time to make their day, or their year, by getting them exactly that kind of gun. What follows are examples of guns that take some features of firearms to the next level. For instance, a fully automatic MAC 11 gun has a rate of fire that is truly next level. It’s also worth remembering that there’s no reason you shouldn’t treat yourself to the gift of a next-level gun this holiday season!

MAC 11—Next-Level Rate of Fire The MAC 11 is famous for being a simple, effective, no-nonsense SMG. However, it is also well-known for its next-level rate of fire. Going full-auto rock-and-roll with a MAC 11 drains a mag at 1,200 rounds per minute. That means a standard 380 ACP magazine of 32 cartridges can be dumped in less than 2 seconds with a single squeeze. That’s some next-level rate of fire and next-level fun. Kel Tec CP33—Next-Level Pistol Capacity Kel Tec is one of those gun companies that seems to change the game with every firearm they release. With the CP33, Kel Tec introduced us to the undisputed Lord of Plinking. In addition to being a deadeye 22 LR target pistol and featuring a stock threaded barrel, the Kel Tec CP33 has a quad-stack magazine. That feature delivers a next-level capacity of 33+1. Run this beauty with a suppressor and aftermarket telescoping brace for hours of range fun. Calico M960A or Calico Liberty—Next-Level SMG Capacity Despite appearing in virtually every science fiction production of the late 80s and early 90s, the fully automatic Calico M960A and semi-auto Calico Liberty are fairly obscure. However, either deserves more attention if only for its helical 9mm magazine that offers pretty impressive capacity for an SMG. And “pretty impressive” here means a capacity of 100+1. You don’t find that kind of capacity in a fully automatic firearm anywhere else without it feeding from a belt. HK USP—Next Level Tactical Quality There may be no better testament to a firearm’s high level of reliability and tactical excellence than it being adopted by elite special operations military units. Such is the case for the HK USP, known as the Mark 23 by special operations units that rely on it. In addition to being a tricked-out 45 ACP tactical tack-driver, this match grade pistol has been proven to run under the harshest conditions. FK BRNO Field Pistol—Next Level Double Stack Power The FK BRNO is unique in a variety of ways. For one, it’s based around the unique, proprietary 75mm FK bullet, one with no parent case. It also happens to be an absolute unit, a hand cannon with a bullet 25% faster than even the hottest 44 Mag load. That makes it the most powerful double-stack pistol in the world. For raw handgun power this holiday season, accept no substitute. About GunBroker.com GunBroker.com is the ultimate online firearms marketplace for true gun enthusiasts. As one of the largest marketplaces for buying, selling, and auctioning guns in the world, users list almost anything gun-related and a lot more too. Search the GunBroker.com listings for thousands of guns every day. You’re likely to find anything from antique flintlocks to the most advanced competition-level handguns. Browse gun parts, ammunition, and firearm accessories. Plus, GunBroker.com is always safe and easy to use. So, it’s no surprise that this site is widely considered the most well-respected and trustworthy firearms marketplace online. Whether you’re looking for an MP5K, a Hellcat RDP, 50 Beowulf ammo, or something else altogether, be sure to start your search at GunBroker.com. Check thousands of listings for next-level firearms of all kinds at https://www.gunbroker.com/ Original Source: https://bit.ly/3UiFDxy

#Mac 11 Gun Parts

[chieftile2]

Corporate Event Bands - Dead or Alive?

Twitter can be used to promote an event or keep things moving during an event. Top 5 Venue Ideas for a Wedding in Texas threw a concert event with the musical stylings of R.K.M and Ken-Y for clients Smirnoff Ice and Univision Radio. Like our clients we lead in our field thanks to our vigor and passion. Nothing goes down a storm like a good Rock Band! Tips for Choosing a Live Band for Your Wedding feature The "Best Of Both Worlds", a multi-talented group of highly skilled musicians, ranging from a five-piece band to a twelve-piece orchestra. One of our top booking agents will be happy to work on your behalf to get you the best possible price to book any big name entertainer for your upcoming public, private or corporate event worldwide. Our corporate acoustic acts have the ability to tone down sets for a more chilled out vibe and then kick it up a notch or two later on to really engage guests and get the event going.

Over the years, Rock music has branched out and transformed so much since its origins that when you hire a Rock Band, you can be sure to hear sub Rock genres such as: Pop Rock, Heavy Rock, Grunge, Indie, Alternative Rock, Acoustic Rock, Glam Rock, and Brit-pop to name a few! You are welcome to discuss this with the acoustic musician you are booking for your corporate event. The “Request a Quote” button makes it easy to contact us with the details of your event. It's easy to contact them through the Entertainers Worldwide Enquiry Forms, and bingo - you are on you way to organising a truly awesome party! Gist keeps you better informed with less effort by giving you a full view of your professional network in one place bringing together information from across the web for all your contacts giving you the right information at the right moment to get a meeting, deliver an amazing pitch, or just find a better way to make a connection.

If you’ve got something you need to say to your employees, then you can easily get on the stage and have all eyes on you while you take up the microphone. Make sure to have an idea of what you want from the get go. They may know the songs you want already! So if you want your small Robbie Williams band to perform across 3 hours, they will play for 45 minutes 3 times. No matter how small or large the event, we will work extremely closely with you to find out every detail to make your party a successful hit. Planning an event can sometimes take you anywhere, even if you are a small business owner like Stephanie Frazier Grimm, owner of Couture Parties in Newport, Rhode Island. With over 30 years of providing professional entertainment, we take pride in planning some of the best events ever imagined. We are great at planning weddings, bar and bat mitzvahs, ethnic and corporate events, family socials, birthdays, reunions, community events, college functions, graduation parties, proms, restaurant events, and holiday parties. Having planned events with such entertainment as celebrity look-alikes, themed shows, artists, fortune tellers, magicians, carnival acts, dancers, live bands, children's entertainment, and holiday characters, we guarantee to plan an event full of non-stop vibrant fun and enjoyment for all guests.

We regularly supply to many Hotels, Golf & Sports Clubs, Holiday Camps, Festivals, Social Clubs, and Public Houses. From government award gala presentations and council presented New Year’s Eve specatulars to major ‘Grand Slam’ sporting events and community festivals, Vogue Entertainment can project manage your entire entertainment program. That’s without any major marketing push to either businesses or consumers, and it gives the company optimism. Our function and events coordinator can help your plan for any event, we can cater simple finger foods, hot and cold refreshments, or we can help you to arrange a professional catering company. Use our simple online booking system to browse acts and request a quote. Our professional party planners will help you make your event as simple or as complex as requested. But for event planners, Twitter is so much more. We have Professional Videographers in Oshawa, Best Musicians in North York, Wedding Music Bands Missi, Corporate Music Bands Missi and Live Video Broadcast in Richmond Hill and more. Whether it is an intimate wedding or a fashionable corporate affair, we are dedicated to "Bridging the Gap" between DJs and Live Musicians, creating the Ultimate Mix, "The Best of Both Worlds".

#Blogovi Band

[stormbroker0]

Corporate Event Bands - Dead or Alive?

Twitter can be used to promote an event or keep things moving during an event. Her firm threw a concert event with the musical stylings of R.K.M and Ken-Y for clients Smirnoff Ice and Univision Radio. Like our clients we lead in our field thanks to our vigor and passion. Nothing goes down a storm like a good Rock Band! We feature The "Best Of Both Worlds", a multi-talented group of highly skilled musicians, ranging from a five-piece band to a twelve-piece orchestra. One of our top booking agents will be happy to work on your behalf to get you the best possible price to book any big name entertainer for your upcoming public, private or corporate event worldwide. Our corporate acoustic acts have the ability to tone down sets for a more chilled out vibe and then kick it up a notch or two later on to really engage guests and get the event going.

Over the years, Rock music has branched out and transformed so much since its origins that when you hire a Rock Band, you can be sure to hear sub Rock genres such as: Pop Rock, Heavy Rock, Grunge, Indie, Alternative Rock, Acoustic Rock, Glam Rock, and Brit-pop to name a few! You are welcome to discuss this with the acoustic musician you are booking for your corporate event. The “Request a Quote” button makes it easy to contact us with the details of your event. It's easy to contact them through the Entertainers Worldwide Enquiry Forms, and bingo - you are on you way to organising a truly awesome party! Gist keeps you better informed with less effort by giving you a full view of your professional network in one place bringing together information from across the web for all your contacts giving you the right information at the right moment to get a meeting, deliver an amazing pitch, or just find a better way to make a connection.

If you’ve got something you need to say to your employees, then you can easily get on the stage and have all eyes on you while you take up the microphone. Make sure to have an idea of what you want from the get go. They may know the songs you want already! So if Tips for Choosing a Live Band for Your Wedding want your small Robbie Williams band to perform across 3 hours, they will play for 45 minutes 3 times. No matter how small or large the event, we will work extremely closely with you to find out every detail to make your party a successful hit. Planning an event can sometimes take you anywhere, even if you are a small business owner like Stephanie Frazier Grimm, owner of Couture Parties in Newport, Rhode Island. With over 30 years of providing professional entertainment, we take pride in planning some of the best events ever imagined. We are great at planning weddings, bar and bat mitzvahs, ethnic and corporate events, family socials, birthdays, reunions, community events, college functions, graduation parties, proms, restaurant events, and holiday parties. Having planned events with such entertainment as celebrity look-alikes, themed shows, artists, fortune tellers, magicians, carnival acts, dancers, live bands, children's entertainment, and holiday characters, we guarantee to plan an event full of non-stop vibrant fun and enjoyment for all guests.

We regularly supply to many Hotels, Golf & Sports Clubs, Holiday Camps, Festivals, Social Clubs, and Public Houses. From government award gala presentations and council presented New Year’s Eve specatulars to major ‘Grand Slam’ sporting events and community festivals, Vogue Entertainment can project manage your entire entertainment program. That’s without any major marketing push to either businesses or consumers, and it gives the company optimism. Our function and events coordinator can help your plan for any event, we can cater simple finger foods, hot and cold refreshments, or we can help you to arrange a professional catering company. Use our simple online booking system to browse acts and request a quote. Our professional party planners will help you make your event as simple or as complex as requested. But for event planners, Twitter is so much more. We have Professional Videographers in Oshawa, Best Musicians in North York, Wedding Music Bands Missi, Corporate Music Bands Missi and Live Video Broadcast in Richmond Hill and more. Whether it is an intimate wedding or a fashionable corporate affair, we are dedicated to "Bridging the Gap" between DJs and Live Musicians, creating the Ultimate Mix, "The Best of Both Worlds".

#Blogovi Band

[slutfornat]

Zemo convinces reader to sneak out with him when Sam and Bucky are asleep. They go to a bar and end up flirting and getting nasssttyyy in the bathroom/alley

Alley // H.Z.

Warnings: smut, praise kink, exhibition kink, sir kink, 69, age gap (reader is 23 and Zemo is 45/46)

You knew that you weren't meant to be here, sneaking out in the dead of night with a criminal but here you were. When Helmut had woken you up not thirty minutes ago, you didn't expect to be going to a bar.

Sam and Bucky were under strict orders from Pepper to keep you safe and far away from Zemo. You sometimes thought she saw you as a little kid and not a full grown adult with her own sense of right and wrong.

You'd just changed into some that more bar appropriate and followed quickly after him. The two of you stopped at the first available bar that is still open at 12:40am because many seem to be closed for some reason.

The Baron kept a steady hand on your wrist as you take a seat at the bar. "Can you drink?" he asks. "I'm 23, what do you think?" you say, with a slight glare at Helmut.

"What do you want?" the bartender asks the two of you. "Medovukha for me and gin with lemonade for her" Zemo answers before you can order. "How do you know I like gin and lemonade?" you question, curiously.

"I've seen you drink many glasses of alcohol but they have all been gin and lemonade aside from one which was a simple vodka" he said, "so I made an inference."

Drink after drink and suddenly you find yourself deciding between the bathroom or the alleyway to fuck. You end up choosing the alley liking how at any point you could be caught in the act.

Once in the darkness of the alley, he pushes you to your knees with no effort. "Fuck, please, sir" you beg, wanting to be fucked like no one's been able to yet.

"Be a good girl and use that pretty little mouth for something better than sassy remarks" he orders whilst undoing his trousers and pulling down his underwear.

You don't move for a second, shocked at the size. Just then he pushes your head down, urging you to continue and attempt to take at least most of him in your mouth. You move your head up and down with your hand around the part you can't fit.

"Scheiße, you feel so warm around my cock" he groans, gripping onto your hair as he thrusts up into your mouth which causes you to choke slightly. After a bit, Helmut says "I'm close, draga. Gonna cum."

Suddenly, he pulls you off of him just before he can release. "What was that for, Helmut?" you ask in slight shock that he stopped. "If I'm cumming anywhere, it'll be in you" he growls, sending a slap to your barely covered ass, "also you will only call me sir."

"Please, cum in me, sir. I wanna feel good" you beg, standing up just to have him push you against the alley wall. "Good girl, draga" he praises, pushing you checked skirt up and underwear down before pushing in, not giving you time to get used to his size.

Helmut picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist so he can go deeper as you try not to moan so loudly by muffling your sounds in his shoulder. As he continues, slamming into you, whispering how gorgeous you are before he slaps your ass again.

"Don't try to muffle your pretty little sounds, liebling. I want everyone to know who this precious pussy belongs to" the Baron practically growls. You nod, whimpering in a glorious mixture of pain and pleasure that feels amazing.

"How's it feel to know that you've been fucked by someone double your age? Bet you feel dirty, letting someone my age fuck you as though you are nothing but a filthy whore" he degrades, slamming into you as he marks his territory and leaves hickey after hickey across your skin.

You come pretty quickly after that as you ride out your third climax, Zemo finally cums deep inside of you. "I'm sorry for calling you a whore, but do you feel like a round two?" he suggests, with a devilish smirk.

"Yes, but how about we get back to the house first. They'll be awake in a couple of hours" you say, putting your knickers back on as Helmut zips up his trousers before pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

The two of you are walking when you finally get to the house and he lightly presses you to the wall then kisses across your neck and jawline. Just then you hear footsteps to see Bucky and Sam standing barely a couple of feet away.

Neither say anything until Sam bursts, yelling "she's basically a child and here you are trying to fuck her". "Sam, I'm not a kid. When will everyone realise that? I'm twenty-three and guess what? I like him, okay? He makes me happy just try to understand" you say.

Storming off as Helmut follows after you. You slam the door, hiding under the quilt when you feel someone sit on the bed. "I would like to be alone for now" you mutter, just loud enough that he can hear.

"Okay, draga but I just want you to know that I love you as well" you hear the Baron say with his accent even more noticeable. You get up from your bed and turn to Zemo, kissing him passionately on the lips.

When you pull apart, you say "I love you, Helmut". You turn to the door to see Sam and Bucky when Sam says "I'm sorry, I just keep thinking of you as that teenager from before the blip."

"It's fine, but try to remember I'm not some stupid kid" you say with a slight grin. "Of course, well I'm gonna make breakfast as an apology" Sam said. "And I'll make sure nothing gets burnt" Bucky adds as they leave.

#lucia one shots #helmut zemo x reader #helmut zemo smut #baron zemo smut #baron zemo x reader #baron zemo x female reader #helmut zemo x stark!reader

[kiwi--bot]

Patterns

Rating: T Words: 2,872 Warnings: Blood, Injuries, Al-An doesn’t understand emotions very well. Summary: Al-An prefers when things fall into an easily recognizable pattern. It’s how data forms, it’s easier to work with, and less surprises make it easier to remain efficient. Robin is a rogue bit of code in the set sequence.

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Indeed, it had been quite some time since Al-An was allowed to exist in any dimensions outside of their temporary isolation. And truly, Robin had done well in the fabrication of an Architect form that would suit their needs to relocate the pair off the planet, and return to their home with the remedy for the Kharaa Bacterium; for the Architects of their home world.

Unfortunately, following the reconstruction of their new form, Al-An is hit with the immediate problem that their supposed mode of transportation has... degraded over time; and they are quite lacking really on the resources department. Countless amounts of bits and bobs, here and there, that simply corroded over the years, or just did not operate further. And every small tick of a list of issues added up to an inoperable phase gate. Yet Robin-- ever so helpful Robin-- offers to help collect whatever Al-an could need to repair their ship.

“Always together, even if you’re not stuck upstairs anymore,” She had joked, tapping the side of her head in an emphasized way. How Al-An could only think of how true that statement was...

And so, life on 4546B settled into somewhat of a steady, even pace for Robin and Al-An.

Robin relocates her primary base to the facility where Al-An prepares for convenience’s sake. She wakes up late in the morning, and Al-An’s learned to get a cup of coffee steaming hot and settled at her nightstand at precisely 13:29. This in turn helps her wake up and become functional no later than 13:50-14:00, depending on how late she was up the previous night.

Following that, Al-An fabricates a nutritious meal of her choosing, and it’s set onto a table-- or, a section of the facility that’s been repurposed into a table-- and she eats before she heads out for the day to find the resources needed. (And always, Al-An makes sure that there’s a fabricated meal packed away in a thermally-controlled container for her to take along.) And like clockwork, Robin is back at 22:22 with her Seatruck stuffed to the brim with all the supplies she could find.

And usually Al-An has to check her for injuries or parasites and she just grins when they comment on how inefficient her resource-gathering is if she must hurt herself every single time. “Awww, you just like to fret over me, Al-An,” she coos as they utilize their on-hand medical devices to knit up skin from a rather nasty bite.

“I do not fret, I observe,” Al-An states plainly, and Robin rolls her eyes, only wincing a little when Al-an has to wipe over another puncture with that strange antiseptic gel, and the skin closes under the heat of that magic little tool that Robin has yet to scan. “And I know that humans are one of the most fragile things that get in more trouble compared to any living creature I have yet to meet.”

“I’m gonna talk that as a compliment, Al-An.” Robin flexes out her wrist once the wound is all sealed up, the only reminder a faint scar left in the wake. She flashes a grin at the Architect, who would promptly turn back to what they had been working on prior before they needed to patch her up.

At 27:00 or 28:00, Al-An ceases working for a short period-- one Robin requested so that they don’t overwork themselves. Of course, an Architect cannot really do such a thing as ‘overwork,’ but Al-An humors her. And Robin’s meal is fabricated and settled on the table no later than 28:50. She used to always request Al-An eat dinner with her-- and although they do not eat like she does, they sit nonetheless at her side.

And Robin will scroll through her PDA and read the day’s logs once again, chewing hear and there and really making an inefficient use of her time as she often does. But humans like to be that way-- leisurely, as Robin once corrected them-- and so Al-An will not question it again.

She always leans back against the stone of the her temporary seat, shrugging and shuffling and making a good amount of noise that could startle even the most focused Architect from their endeavors. Over time, she would unconsciously lay against Al-An’s side, and that often settled her, so they would not comment.

If they had to admit something, the pressure therapy from her body weight was a welcome one, given they did not have the proper tools to recreate such things.

Robin turns into bed anywhere from 1:00-3:00; it will depend on what areas she visited, and what the day’s events involved. And she will bid Al-An goodnight with a smile and pat on their arm, before she retreats to her bed. Although, she doesn’t really go anywhere, because her ‘room’ is just a small section of the facility adjacent to where Al-An primarily works.

She’s fabricated herself a bed, some storage, and even hung up some curtains to block out the steady glow of the facility. It’s a small little space that reminds Al-An of how Architects would furnish the habitats of subjects they used for research.

Peculiar.

And this is how their pattern would fall into, resetting each day at 13:29 with the first coffee of the day. Al-An finds the repeating pattern of each day, as Robin would put it.... soothing. Did Architects even need to be soothed? Historically?

No. And yet Al-An could not help but find this... calm, inside the promise of the known. Perhaps it was a way for them to deal with the fact that they might not know what would await them on the other side of the phase gate, where they would have to face their people, and answer for their mistakes. Perhaps that reason is why they can now find solace and even comfort in something as simple as a daily pattern.

How the other Architects would be baffled at the thought. The very notion of it was so unlike them all. Al-An would have to blame Robin for this, at the very least.

Merging with her cerebral cortex must have changed something in their emotional status....

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And with the promise of a steady pattern, Al-An could find each day predictable enough to not impede any portion of their work. They worked quickly to repair what needed repairs, to adjust what needed adjusting, to alter what needed altering.

Steady. Steady. Steady. Repeat.

The illusion of this pattern gets shattered when 22:42 arrives one evening, and Robin is not yet home. Al-An, logistically, should be business as normal. She could have gone farther, she could have had a small set-back, she could have gotten distracted. But when 23:22 arrives, and Robin is still not home, Al-An finds they cannot work.

The data rolls in front of their vision as normal, the facility is operating at 100%, and they have spent the better part of this week weaving data in such a way that it is second-nature. But their hands do not move, their gaze is transfixed on the door, and the progress of their work is stunted.

She should be back by now. She should have been back exactly 60 minutes ago.

Al-An cannot work. They shut off their normal programs and instead set up a long-range scan. It puts them off schedule immensely, but they, for once, cannot find it in them to care about inefficiency. It takes 20 minutes for the scan to prepare, and the entire time, Al-An keeps their gaze on the door. Like Robin will burst in any second, with a couple new wounds, yes, but here, and alive.

Robin does not enter the door by the time the scan is online at 23:42.

Robin does not enter the door as the scanner searches at 23:43.

Robin does not enter the door as the scanner searches at 23:44.

Robin does not enter the door as the scanner searches at 23:45.

Robin is not home as the scanner searches at 23:46.

Robin is not home safe as the scanner searches at 23:47.

Robin is not home safe as the scanner searches at 23:48.

Robin is not home safe as the scanner searches at 23:49.

Robin must not be safe as the scanner finds her at 23:50.

Al-An must prepare for the worst, even as they wish to leave as soon as the scanner reads her biosignature in the Arctic. No good in retrieving her if they do not have food, medical supplies, warmer clothing, an extra hair tie-- she always complained when her current one would break-- and anything else humans needed when they were potentially in distress--

No.

Robin is not in distress. The very thought has the Architect frozen to the spot, a flicker of something so unfamiliar buzzing through them. She is fine, just delayed. Off-schedule, off-pattern. No matter, Al-An will locate her and then they will both repair that.

They finish collecting everything needed into a neat pack, and just as they prepare to put the facility into lockdown, there’s a familiar faint splashing, and then footsteps padding across a stone floor.

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It is 24:17 when Robin Ayou enters the Architect facility she calls home with her arm crudely wrapped in a sling and her leg leaving a trail of blood. But nonetheless, she’s got the same grin on her face, and carries something sharp in her uninjured hand. She’s limping.

“Al-An!” She calls, her voice loud and full of excitement. She’s stumbling over her own feet, and Al-An blinks to her side to catch her with the beam of their mechanical arm, lifting her right off the ground. She doesn’t notice how their posture is tight and tense, instead waving the sharp object in her hand. “Al-An I did it! I fought off one of those Shadow Leviathans and I freaking won!”

Al-An does not reply.

“It tried to eat me, Al-An!” Robin’s arm waves wildly in her excitement, and she doesn’t protest when Al-An brings her to the empty table to seat her, once again getting to work on mending what is broken. Her injured arm has several gashes in it: some down to the bone, and covered messily with plant matter. Al-An removes those and starts on sterilization.

“It yanked me by the arm, but I was quick-- I stabbed him right in the eye, and I held on, because he was pulling me towards his mouth!” She grins wider, adrenaline masking any pain from the antiseptics, or how the beam begins to knit the skin and muscle back to one piece. “I lost my grip on my knife, but I grabbed his spine-- or whatever those glowing things on his belly are-- and I held on and kicked him right in the stomach!”

Al-An silently redirects attention to her leg, where acidic liquid had eaten through her suit and burned the skin-- not too horribly, but bloody. That is treated next.

“And then I must of hurt him bad, because he let me go, but not before I yanked and yanked on those spine things-- And look! I got it, I ripped one clean off!” She’s talking quickly, her body thrumming at the thrilling tale, and feeling so alive. “I felt bad at first, but then I remembered that he tried to eat me, so I shrugged it off, and he backed off after I ripped off this. I won, Al-An! Against a freaking Shadow Leviathan!”

Robin laughs, slapping her now healed hand against her forehead and grinning wildly. “God, I thought for sure I was a goner when I didn’t take the prawn suit down--”

“And why didn’t you, Robin?”

They are both startled by the tone of Al-An’s voice. And Robin finally realizes that Al-An is stiff, mechanical in how they treat her-- so different from the almost caring way they usually do. And they are glowing a sickly yellow color, their gaze transfixed on her wounds as the mechanical arm fixes up the burns on her leg.

“I-I.....” Robin is at a loss, her eyes now locked onto them. “I.... don’t know.”

An uncomfortable silence falls between them. Al-An finishes up work on her leg, and then does a general scan over her to make sure they didn’t miss any other wounds. Processing, methodical, even.

Something is wrong, Robin thinks. Even now, as they seem to pull away from the situation, the same sickly color tinges the edge of her vision. Robin catches their arm as they turn to assess her findings, and she doesn’t miss how they tense.

“Al-An....” She begins, but stops. She can’t find the right thing to say. It all feels wrong. Like anything she says next won’t be the right thing to say. But she tries with, “Are you okay?”

“That is hardly a question you should ask me, Robin.” Al-An’s voice has gone back to the same, even tone as when they first met, but it’s all off. Too even, too tight. Like there is something beneath the surface, just hiding and waiting to strike like an Ice Worm. “You should ask yourself that. You were the one who was injured. Sustaining traumatic injuries is detrimental to the overall health of--”

“Did I scare you?” She asks, and Al-An falters.

“Fear is not a concept we feel,” They state, and yet they now feel the sinking familiarity of it nonetheless. Fear. They were afraid, they had been afraid when Robin was not home at the right time. They were scared when Robin returned injured. They were scared when she recounted her harrowing tale, and they were scared that she’s going to do it again and they would not be there to pick up the pieces--

“Al-An...” Robin’s voice cuts through the swirling data inside their head, and her eyes are soft as she reaches and touches their chest gently. She feels.... awful. Physically and emotionally. How could she not realize that they were upset? How could she have been so blind when she’s normally so in tune with the Architect? “Al-An, I’m really sorry.”

“You have done nothing that warrants an apology,” Al-An states; but their lights flicker pink for the briefest moment. “You were simply acting inefficiently and radically in a way that could have resulted in several versions of a potential death, which is not uncommon for your species.”

Robin smiles. That unintentional insult was 100% all Al-An. She shifts closer to them, and then her arms wrap around them, and she leans her head against their chest, and she imagines she can hear their heartbeat through their thick, armored body. “I know, I was being an idiot. I’m sorry.”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m hugging you, Al-An. Never had a hug before?”

“Architects do not partake in this sort of behavior,” Al-an tells her. But, nonetheless, they mimic her movements, and their organic arms encircle her smaller frame, and having her close to them like so reminds them just of how tiny and delicate she is. “....Touching one another was not commonplace.”

“Then I’m gonna make it commonplace, and I’m gonna give you a hug everyday until I catch up on the hugs you’ve missed out on your whole life,” Robin hums as she closes her eyes, yawning.

“That would be impossible, given the length of your human lifespan,” Al-An corrects her, but they find the idea of one of these each day not entirely unpleasant. Robin laughs, and she just smiles. And their lights shift to a light pink as she falls asleep against them, and they return her to her bed: asleep too early for the schedule.

But it was alright to be a little off-pattern.

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And so, life on 4546B settled into somewhat of a general routine for Robin and Al-An.

Al-An has her coffee ready at 13:29 and she drinks it as she wakes up and rolls out of bed by 14:00. Al-An fabricates breakfast, packs her a lunch, and she’s out the door for the day’s work. And if she returns at 21:57 or 23:37, Al-An is not worried. After all, she’s returning with less injuries, and that is good enough for them.

Together they sit when Robin has her dinner and Al-An has their break around 28:42, and Robin reads aloud her PDA entries to Al-An-- even though they could easily scan and upload the documents themself, it makes her feel happy, so they indulge. And Robin leans back against Al-An without hesitation once she’s done eating, and they find the pressure nice.

And when 1:00 or 2:00 rolls around, just before she turns in for bed, Robin will throw her arms around Al-An for their daily hug, and she will hold on tight for a good few minutes, and Al-An learns to hold her in return. Perhaps if they held long enough, tight enough, she would never be in danger again.

And they find that perhaps, maybe... they like hugs.

And Robin fashions the Leviathan fragment into a necklace, that she gifts Al-An.

And Al-An wears it everyday.

#Subnautica #Subnautica: Below Zero #Robin Ayou #Al-An #Robin/Al-An #Al-An/Robin #KiwiBot Writes

[sagemusesoutloud]

Anti-Romantic, Part 2

(credit to the original owner of the image)

Character | Jaehyun x reader

Genre | nonidol!au, Mutual Pining, Slowburn, Fluff

WordCount | 2 K (bitesized for your convenience lol)

Author'sNote | I know this is kinda short, but I've decided not to rush the ending. I'm for sure not drag it out too much, but the slowburn reaaaally got to me and I ended up liking more than I orginially thought, so! I'll be back to post Part 3 tomorrow!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

I know that you love me, It makes me deeply drunk

You’re like champagne, I shouldn’t do this

You’re at the base of the stairs to your apartment complex when he pulls up. The window on the passenger side rolls down.

“Hurry! I think they’re about to wash the machines at the ice cream shop!” he reaches over and opens your door while you grab your two bags and your pillow. You loved him, you really did, but he had the flattest, most uncomfortable pillows in the world in his guestroom.

“What? Why didn’t you stop there before picking me up? It’s not like you don’t know what I like.” You’re trying to move all your stuff to the backseat as he pulls away.

He sighs, “Thank you Jae, you’re so nice to pick me up,” he mutters. You’d be a bit apologetic if it wasn’t for the grin he was trying to hide. “I’ve already spent most of my ‘special’ day alone, thanks to someone who had to bail on me. I wanna spend the rest with you.”

“I knew it, it bothered you didn’t it?” You accused while fastening your seatbelt. “Next time, just tell me, I know it seems as if I know everything but I actually can’t read minds.” You knew he was just messing with you but for some reason his words cut at the guilty feeling you were trying to push away. “I actually got you something this time around, it’s why I wanted to see you before the day ended.”

Jae parks the car outside the shop before turning to you, “wait, did you really get me something?” You sigh, offended, “well, if you don’t want it or don’t like the idea of it, then I can still return it.”

“I just thought of you when I saw it…” crap, it’s too soon for you to go anywhere near that subject.

“That’s not what I meant,” he shakes his head, “It’s just been a while since we shared birthday gifts.” You look away from him. If he kept this up, you’ll start to regret calling him. Your hands were slightly shaking with the effort of not reaching over and pouring all your feelings into him. Unlike what you’re used to, he was dressed down with a simple t-shirt and grey sweats. He looked so soft, and domestic. You hated how much you loved it. At least for work, you had both always been professionally dressed, which was a nice barrier for your thoughts. If you dressed professional, you felt professional. This helped control your thoughts. But now that you were here with him, it was definitely harder to keep track of your thoughts.

Today was a day for him, not for you. You took in a deep breath as you turn to look at the shop. It looked like they were getting ready to start closing duties. Even if you weren’t looking at him, you could feel your heart race with acute awareness to his proximity in the small car. He was waiting for a response.

You open your door, “yeah well…if we don’t hurry, we won’t get those diabetes-inducing bombs you’re so fond of. And this all would have been for naught.” You needed to get a grip, fast.

I can clearly see the end, Worse than a hangover

It will be hard, Now, Just end it somewhere here

“I can’t believe you told them it was my birthday,” he groaned, pushing off his shoes at the door. You followed suit.

“Of course I did, it meant free goodies!” You raise the plastic bag with macarons. “It just sucks that they’re all valentine’s themed.” You make your way to the kitchen to put away the snacks you brought, dumping your overnight bag at the door of the guestroom. Maybe if you kept the heart-shaped gift out of sight, it won’t make you as nervous with him.

“I brought your fave by the way, chocolate covered almonds and gummy bears,” you call out. He appears in the kitchen, hair out of his way with a headband. Be still my heart, you thought. You decide to hyper-focus on placing some snacks on a plate to bring to the living room.

“So, what’s the plan?” He reaches over you to grab a water bottle from the fridge, brushing your hip with his front. No no no no no no no!

Was he teasing you? You knew that your face would give you away, you could feel how warm your ears and cheeks were. You hated how honest your face was, and it didn’t help that Jae knew you like the back of his hand. Maybe this is how he is nowadays? Flirty and confident? You’d be lying if you didn’t find it attractive, but not when his attention was only directed at you. You felt like you were slowly suffocating but even that wouldn’t stop the warm light that seemed to burst from your chest.

It seemed so easy to pretend you were closer to him, to pretend this happened all the time. That you were close enough to reciprocate his flirty actions.

“uh, em,” you clear your throat, “actually, I remembered you wanting to see that movie last time we hung out. I have it ready in my apple tv account.” You back away with the tray, “can you also grab me a water?” your throat was suddenly parched.

You settle in the couch, grabbing the throw blanket behind you. Any physical barrier you could place between you, you’d take it gratefully. “You remembered? That was almost three months ago, when the trailer came out.” He handed you your water and grabbed at the corner of the blanket nearest to him, covering himself with it and moving closer to you so that you both could fit under it.

“Jae, there’s another blanket on your side of the couch,” you wanted to feel embarrassed but you just felt an unexpected giddy feeling at him wanting to be near you. “Yeah but it’s my birthday and this blanket is my favorite,” he says as he pulls you closer and wraps his arm behind you on the couch.

“here, put in your credentials so we can start the movie,” he hands you the remote.

You suddenly thank your lucky stars that the movie was an action packed one and not a romantic one. You couldn’t help but sink further into his side, wanting to be comfortable. As the movie starts, he takes the remote from your hand and wraps your arm around him. “I’m cold, keep me warm,” he mutters. Oh sweet Jesus.

Back in the day, this wouldn’t have been something new. Your friends knew you were very heavy with the affectionate touches. A hug, sharing seats, even holding hands. You never shied away from it because it was part of how you showed your friends that you loved them. Some of your friends were also this way, so it was never weird. But now that you’re older, and now that it’s been a long long time since you’ve been close to someone else, the once innocent touches Jae was giving you felt like hot brands across your shoulders and under your arm. If you focused enough, you could feel his hard work at the gym in the way your softness gave way to the hard contours of his leg that pressed against yours and how your shoulder leaned against his chest.

This was going to be a long movie.

You prayed that Jae wouldn’t ask you what the movie was about, you only had enough sanity to pay attention to the first fifteen minutes. It was all a blur after Jae pulled you half over on his lap, “you’re hogging the blanket, move over,” was the only excuse he gave.

Now, your legs were tangled with his and you sat almost on his lap, his arms encircling you from behind. He felt so soft and every little movement made your skin break out in goosebumps. You felt like a live wire about to explode.

“D-did you like it?” you started shifting to the side so you could face him but he held you tighter in place, resting his chin on your shoulder. “yeah, it was pretty good, we have to wait for the end credits though. I heard that they’re starting to give hints about The Eternals.”

“Did you like it?” he squeezes your middle.

Did you? You’re not sure, but you sure as hell loved the attention you were getting for the past two and half hours. “Yeah, all Marvel movies are great,” you finally concede.

“Wanna watch another one? You can pick this time,” his hand started tracing through your arm as you waited for the stupid end scene that was taking too long to start. Is it getting hot in here?

“Sure, whatever you want,” you mutter. He could have asked you for the most ridiculous thing and you would have still agreed to it.

Jae wakes with a start, the room was dark, the only light came from the still on TV. A show was playing softly, the clock under the tv read 3:45 am. He felt pretty hot, was the A/C not working?

He begins to shift when he realizes the position you both are in. Your legs were still tangled together, as if unconsciously refusing to let go of the proximity. You gripped his shoulder, your breath hitting his neck as you slept soundly on top of him. God, if this is a dream, let me never wake up, he thinks.

He usually hates being too close to someone, any sort of intimacy was bad news to Jaehyun. Either emotionally or physically, he kept everyone at a distance because he had seen it too often. How people settled for something they weren’t sure of and hurting those involved. He was aware he was too logical sometimes, but it’s what he knew to protect himself. Moments like these, they only lead to expectations and empty feelings, leaving behind only pain that even time couldn’t heal sometimes.

But why was he finding it so hard to untangle himself from your embrace? He should go to his bed and sleep comfortably, but at the same time, having you in his arms felt just right. Like two pieces of a puzzle finally coming together.

He could smell the light scent that was you and it almost made him squeeze you closer, as if it was possible. You smelled of spring, a light floral scent that reminded him of better days.

He was glad he woke up, he was going to enjoy every second of peace this brought him. He would store it in a little box and hold on tightly when the cold reality came back. As he fought with his drowsiness, he felt you nestle closer. He kissed the crown of your head as he finally gave in to sleep. I hope I dream of you… If this was love, he finally understood why sometimes the pain was worth a shot.

So stupid, sweet love song, extravagant rom-com

As much as I was happy, on the receipt there’s a red line

EndNote | I know this chapter was pretty short. In all honesty, I had written something else before deleting it entirely and starting again, but I really like the direction the story is going now. Hopefully I can update Part 3 tomorrow, but I'm really excited about it!

Previous: Part 1 | Next: Part 3

#anti romantic #jaehyun fic #jaehyun fluff #nct #nct 127 #kpopfanfic #nct x reader #jaehyun x reader #nct fluff #nct jaehyun #jaehyun scenarios #kpopfluff #nct u #nct 2020 #nct imagines #nct 127 jaehyun #office au #fic #stream #txt #anti-romantic!! #will this be a 5 part series? #slowburn series

[bokutosworld]

hey, you’re warm | sakusa k. 

pairing: sakusa kiyoomi x f!reader 

wc: 1.8k words, fluff. little bit of angst, reader is heartbroken on christmas that’s sad. 

summary: You’ve accepted that you'd be alone for Christmas. It was a surprise to find your best friend standing right outside your doorsteps.

this is part of the winter wonderland collab! you may check out the other stories here!

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"The busy streets of Shibuya seem to be livelier than usual as families, friends, and couples gather to celebrate the Christmas Eve. And it seems that the night will become even more special as we are expecting a beautiful snowfall. So be sure to bundle up if you're planning to spend the evening with your loved ones outside."

The news coming from the television is the only sound that fills the empty apartment. Who would've thought that you would be wasting away the merriest time of the year all alone and cocooned in your one-bedroom flat? You certainly didn't think that a week ago, when you were looking forward to the exciting festivities you have planned for you and your boyfriend. You certainly didn't see it coming when he abruptly ended things, leaving you heartbroken, confused, and insecure. At least he didn't just disappear out of the blue, you consoled yourself.

But still that thought was enough to make you shake your head in sadness and take a sip from your chocolate drink that has now turned as cold as your heart. Clutching your robe closer to your body, you peered at the street below and looked at the number of people who were happily strolling. You see couples holding hands, families with their matching sweaters and mufflers, even groups of teenagers running about town and spreading the holiday cheer.

A glance at the wall clock tells you that it's only 8:45 PM, still a little early for you to hit the bed. But it wasn't as if you had anything eventful planned for the rest of the night. After you downed the rest of your drink in one go, you walked to the kitchen to wash your mug. You just turned off the lights in the living room when the ringing of the doorbell startled you from your forlorn thoughts.

You didn't think anything about it at first. Maybe it was the Christmas carolers wishing you a happy holidays and asking for some generous donations. You figured they would leave if you didn't pay them attention so you resigned yourself to your bedroom.

But the buzzing did not stop, even if you were already tucked in the comforts of your warm bed. You groaned and pulled yourself up, almost stomping on the way to the door to see who was so incessant on disturbing your peace on Christmas Eve. You didn't expect to see the masked face of your best friend, Sakusa Kiyoomi.

The two of you stood in the doorway for a few minutes, just staring at each other with blank looks on your faces. Kiyoomi shivers from the cold, his breathing ragged. His eyes narrowed at you, "Are you not going to invite me in? It's cold outside."

"Oh, right," you chuckled, moving to the side to make way for him. You closed the door and turned around to see him taking off his shoes and dusting some snowflakes that have fallen on his jacket. You extend a hand to take his scarf and jacket, hanging them on the rack near the door.

"Didn't you have a thing with your teammates tonight?" You asked when you notice the gym bag that he always carries around. As soon as he puts them down, Kiyoomi makes himself comfortable on your couch, stretching his legs and leaning back on the headrest with his eyes closed.

He hums, "Yeah. We had dinner at the izakaya downtown but I didn't want to go with them to the bar." When he sees the judging look on your face, he was quick to say, "Stop. You know how I hate crowds. And it's too cold for me to go anywhere."

"I wasn't saying anything." You toss him the remote to the television, a silent invitation for him to choose what he wants to watch. "Do you want a drink? I have orange juice, milk, and wine."

"I'll take wine, thanks." From the kitchen, you can hear him flipping through the channels, a dissatisfied grunt often leaving him when he sees that a cheesy holiday movie is showing. You go out to the living room, bringing two glasses of wine and a plate of some biscuits, just in time to see that he has opened Netflix. "Should we watch the new true crime documentary?"

You nod, "Yeah, sure. I'm down with whatever." As soon as the familiar ta-dum sound begins, you cozy up next to him on the couch, holding your wine glass and focusing your eyes on the screen. Nights like these weren't uncommon to you and Kiyoomi. For as long as you can remember, the two of you have been by each other sides all throughout high school and college. He's always been your constant support system, and you were the same to him.

So it wasn't that much of surprise to you when he nonchalantly throws an arm over your shoulders, bringing you closer to his body. You hum contentedly, leaning in to his warmth and you take in that familiar soft scent of vanilla and sandalwood. It's comforting and soon, you find yourself close to drifting off to sleep, your head falling to his chest and being lulled by the erratic beating of Kiyoomi's heart.

But the nap doesn't happen when Kiyoomi, out of nowhere, murmurs, "I'm disappointed with this setup. It's so lonely in here, there's not even a single mistletoe, ornament or stocking hung up." His statement completely pulls you out of your drowsy state and you muster all your energy to glare at him.

"I don't really feel like celebrating." Your voice weakens as you say the second part, "Besides, I'm all alone anyway." But of course, Kiyoomi doesn't miss it.

The movie serves as background noise at this point. He seems to ponder on something, his mind bringing him back to years ago when he would come to your family house whenever you felt upset. He reminisces on how his younger self used to cheer you up, his photographic memory pulling up scenes of you and him playing board games until the wee hours of the night. Until you finally felt happy again.

"Hey, do you still have that jenga with you? His question was puzzling, prompting you to look up at him with a perturbed look. He chuckles, his voice deep as he teases you, "Why are your eyebrows creased like that? It's not like I asked you a difficult question." A hand is raised, and before you know it, Kiyoomi has playfully hit your forehead.

"With that attitude, I am not bringing that game out." You grumble, pushing off him to massage the spot that he hit. He was giggling now, and it was a sight that only you have always been blessed with. It was only in your presence that he seemed to relax and show his true self.  And this thought helps uplift your dampened spirit. "Alright, wait here. I'll get the jenga."

Five rounds in, zero wins for you, zero loses for Kiyoomi.

"Can't you show a girl some mercy, 'Omi," you complain after losing five straight games. Were you so unlucky in life that even in simple games you can't get a win? That thought drained you and you reach out for the bottle of wine to refill your glass.

Kiyoomi watches as you pour another serving. "It's because you are always drinking that you can't get your mind straight enough to play." You know he's just looking out for you and your low alcohol tolerance, so you find no ill intentions behind his words. He moves to snatch the wine from your grasp, but you were quicker to hide it behind your back. You stuck out your tongue at him.

He sighs, "Shall we go for another round?"

"Of wine or jenga?"

He stands up, going over to your side and offering a hand out to you. "Actually, that's enough of both for tonight." He drags you up to him, making you stand on wobbly feet and guiding you to the bedroom. You were whining almost all the way to your room, complaining like a little child who has not been given a gift from their Christmas wishlist.

Kiyoomi did not mind your playful punches and tugging on his shirt though. He was used to your antics. He didn't find it hard to tuck you in your bed, fluffing the pillow to make it comfortable and pulling the blanket over your body. He smiles when a contented expression takes over your features and he debates tucking the strand of hair that obstructs his clear view of your eyes.

Just when he thought you've finally calmed down, your eyes shoot open and it startles him a little. You grin, "Do you want to join me in bed, Kiyoomi?"

You always had a way with your words, sober or not. And at this moment, Kiyoomi has half a mind to jump in and cuddle with you until morning breaks. He almost says yes, but he remembers he was still in his outside clothes. He ruffles your hair, "Let me wash up first."

The hot shower that Kiyoomi takes in the bathroom allows him some time to think about the decisions he has made that led him in your apartment tonight. He recalls the first few hours he spent in the company of his teammates. But majority of that time was spent worrying over you.

Though you didn't outrightly mention it to him, Kiyoomi was not as oblivious to turn a blind eye to your heartbreak. When you texted him a week ago about your breakup, he constantly cursed the stupid jerk in his head. How could he have let go of such an amazing person like you? He lightly punches the wall, his fists curling as he remembers the face of your ex. As much as he'd like to drag his sorry ass to hell, he worried about you and it surprised him and his teammates when he immediately ran to the direction of your home.

After turning off the faucet, he steps out and steam fills the room. He dries his hair and wears the hoodie and shorts that he always keeps in your apartment. When he returns to your bedroom, he sees you sound asleep. He turns the rest of the lights off and carefully slides in to your side.

He's shocked when you turn and snuggle closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face in his chest. He gently strokes your head and the action stirs you lightly awake. "Hmm, you're warm," he hears you mumble.

Kiyoomi sighs in content and he thinks that he made the right decision coming to your aide tonight. He envelops you in his embrace and presses a kiss on the top your head, "You will never be alone. You'll always have me."

He doesn't mind spending Christmas like this with you. From now and forever. 

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[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Diego Hargreeves’ child

Diego Hargreeves x child!reader

warnings: knifes, blood, guns, death mentions, mental hospital

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Hi! Could you please write a “The Umbrella Academy” Diego Hargreeves x daughter reader headcanon? I always think Diego is such a overprotective softie dad ♥️♥️”

deigo really said “?????”

how dad

but also he’d just the most loving dad anyone could ever ask for

✨it’s because he was never loved by his dad✨

“hi cutie, i love you, i love you, i love youuuuu”

he locked away all his weapons so that you couldn’t hurt yourself on them

but he always missed a few and he’d turn around and see you holding throwing knives and just FREAK OUT

“no, no, no, you may not have those! knives are for big boys like me, not babies”

“give back”

“‘give back?’ are you nuts?”

diego has conversations with lil you as if you know what the fuck he means dhshshhshs

as you got older, you became more interested in his “career”

“no, i dont care if you have powers or not! you have a bedtime, that means no vigilantism, you hear me?”

“if i say ‘no’ can i be a vigilante?”

“you know what? how about you clean up the gym for al so he doesn’t evict us?”

you did not sign up for this

you really wanted to meet your aunts and uncles, but you weren’t exactly sure they knew about you

i mean, you knew you had a cousin but everyone knew about her because aunt allison was a goshdarn celebrity

“dad, i want to meet the family!”

“no you don’t”

end of discussion

despite having a bedtime, you still watched movies late at night with your dad

he really liked marvel movies

“come on, that would never happen!”

“you come from a family of superpowered kids, a robot mom, and a monkey, and you’re upset about...a guy that shoots arrows?”

“maybe i am, what’re you gonna do about it?”

you ask about umbrella academy stories a lot, you your dad usually makes it about him

“and then i punched that guy in the face! and then i stabbed him in the leg because he was a dick! bet you’re friend’s dads arent as cool as me”

*yawning bc you’ve heard this story a million times*

you go to public school

you do have your dad’s last name

which occasionally gets recognized

“woah! wasn’t your dad a superhero?”

“i have no idea what youre talking about” :)

practicing your knife throwing while diego is away, him coming home to find his knifes stuck through various targets

so proud but he had to make sure you didn’t hurt yourself

you actually had to learn how to patch him up because he did come home a bit battered and bruised several times

“im okay, y/n. no need to freak”

“dad, there is literally blood dripping on the floor will you just sit down and stay still for five goddamn minutes?”

“woah, who the fuck taught you to cuss?”

watching the news at home when your grandfather was reportedly dead

you were actually very upset because you wanted to meet him so bad

even if he was a dick

your dad came home silent and you knew he knew

“you okay?”

“oh, yeah, im better than okay!”

finally getting the chance to meet your family

“who are you?” -allison

“im, uh, y/n. diego is my dad”

*jaw dropping*

and you know what? that happened four more times (plus ben but you didn’t get to see that)

“and you are?” -luther

“who’s the...the little one?” -klaus

“well, what do you know? diego’s a dad” -five

“don’t tell me that’s...no way” -ben

“you’re diego’s? wow, i can’t believe he didn’t tell anyone” -vanya

“i...i know who all of you are” -you

diego bragging about how perfect you are while everyone simultaneously rolls their eyes

“well, y/n, maybe one day we’ll schedule a playdate for you and claire” -allison

“‘playdate?’ how old do you think i am?...but yes i wanna meet her”

“god, you’re so much like diego, it’s unsettling”

you had been secretly training at al’s gym during your dad’s late night activities

so when trouble came your way, you were able to handle yourself pretty well

“where the hell did you learn that?”

“al showed me a few moves!”

“that old man? you’re kidding”

you met your grandmother, grace, who was tasked with keeping you safe at all times

you actually loved her sm

but there was something a bit off about her

besided the fact she was a robot

klaus snuck you out so that you two could have BoNdInG tImE

it wasn’t all bad

ben was a lil choked up that he got to meet one of his niblings

“they’re perfect”

“they just stabbed someone, buddy”

“who are you talking to?”

FIVE EVEN SCHEMED WITH YOU

“okay, y/n, i need you to curve something when i throw it, got that? right at that security guard”

“what are you throwing?”

“you’ll know when you see it, make your uncle five proud”

“IS THAT A GUN”

<3 family

running into patch!!

“hey, kid, i just saw your dad. i thought i told you to handcuff him to the radiator when you were away?”

“yeah, well, he wouldve chewed his hand off so here we are”

that was the last time you saw her :/

well, your dad was now a wanted man

“what happened to your arm?”

“no”

you actually didn’t expect this family reunion to go south like this

wait—yes you did

vanya has powers????

“i thought vanya was the one without powers?”

“yeah. so did we.”

diego straight up did not want you anywhere near that

but you, again, were his child and also fuck authority you do what you want

the vibe is almost getting shot several times

by hazel, cha cha, and “commission” guys?

going 2 ur auntie’s concert 😌✨

“y/n, hide in the bathroom and stay there until i come get you”

“dad, i love you, but no”

“y/n, i love you too, but yes”

“no”

“yes”

“NO”

“YES”

you won

but in the end (or not so much) you time traveled to...1961?

without any of your family

“this is...this is not good”

understatement of the year(s)

what was a kid like you gonna do in dallas, texas in 1961

no seriously, what

it was rough, but you managed to survive on your own

and open a paper in 1963 to find a mugshot of your dad

“son of a—”

visiting dad! (two years later)

“y/n? oh my god, y/n! shit, i missed you so much! why do you look different? you’re bigger, oh god. how long have you been here?”

“2 years, dad. you?”

his hair was so LONG

“2 months”

“christ, that’s it?!”

“i have to stop jfk from being assassinated”

“what makes you think that’s a good idea???”

“its the right thing to do, wanna help?”

“shit, i guess. as long as i dont end up here”

“no promises, people in the 60’s are crazy”

diego: 👁👄👁

you: 👀

running into five on the street soon after

“uncle five?”

“no time to talk”

“okay, asshole? i’ve been here for 2 years and you dont care?”

“two years, huh? i spent 45 years in a post apocalyptic world as a 13 year old and beyond”

“i didn’t say it was a competition, dude. you kinda dropped us all at different times. at least, me and dad. he—”

“is trying to kill lee harvey oswald, i know. come with me”

finally running into your other aunts and uncles, who were so excited to see you

you ran into their arms and they picked you off the ground and you felt closer than ever after only knowing them for 10 days

dad broke out

lila too

“im your new mom!”

“you’re what?”

diego dragged you along with him almost everywhere

he had missed you so much, but he keeps forgetting you kinda grew up without him for a while longer

meeting grandpa :)

“a grandchild, huh? how unfortunate”

“bitch”

“what did you just call me?”

“a bitch.”

your dad and basically the entire table trying to hold back laughter

reggie was stunned

cold hearted just like him <3 he didn’t know if he was offended or proud

this is so confusing

diego just disappeared off the face of the earth

and assassins were on your case

“the goddamn swedes are back oh shittt im gonna die”

“y/n, just curve their bullets”

“it’s not as easy as it sounds, klaus!”

you were doomed

theres too much to go over

apparently you died on a farm????

and then you didn’t??????

and your dad was almost apart of the commission

“hey, you okay, y/n?”

“i would like to take a nap please”

“yeah, me too”

“me three!” -klaus

yeah it was never that simple 😌💕 the end

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[autumnsart22]

A Dream Come True: Shigaraki x Dabi x Reader part 1/2

So my friend wrote this fic but she didn’t have anywhere to post it so we decided to share it here! All creds go to her 🤪

I’ll post part 2 tomorrow, which is when it gets spicyyyy

“Y/N I am leaving for the night. You know what to do and your paycheck is on the desk in my office.” 

And with those final words, a cheeky wink, and the slam of the back door, your boss stalked out of the empty bar. He wasn’t a bad person but a lousy boss and an even lousier business owner. Most of the liquor went into his morning, afternoon, or evening coffee sometimes forgoing the coffee altogether. You overheard some of the other workers in the area saying that this place was gonna go under pretty soon. Even without the boss’s nasty habit of drinking the alcohol, you’re are in a part of town that doesn’t attract many people. On a busy night you might have three or four people come in for a lonely drink. It was a lonely place and a lonely job but it was easy work and the boss always seemed to pay you more than what the job is worth. Just another poor business practice. 

Tonight had been the same as usual. You came into work at 6 and set up the bar for opening at 6:30. It wasn’t until 9:45 that another soul entered the bar. He was one of the usuals and it was nice having another human being to chat with while you fixed his drink. He made the routine comments about how you’re still young and shouldn't be working in a run down place like this, and you gave him the same answer as always that you were saving up to finish school, and that it was a fine job. When he left it was back to mindless wiping of surfaces and organizing the glasses and no one to talk to. It was 11:30 now and no one else had entered the bar, but that was normal. It was almost closing time now, and the boss never minded if you shut down 15 minutes early.  

You were locking up the liquor, back turned to the rest of the bar when two male voices came from the front door. That’s weird you didn’t hear the door. They seemed to be arguing, and one of them seemed to be in pain based on his frequent groans and strained voice. 

“Sorry we’re closing up for the night.” you yelled, continuing the shuffling of bottles. 

“And who in the hell are you?” 

You had heard that voice before, but that was insane, just a coincidence. However at that moment you felt an arm roughly grab around your waist and a strong lock around your wrists violently pushing them into your back. 

“OUCH! WHAT THE HELL?!” 

You were violently pushed around, body finally turned to see the man that wasn’t currently restraining you from behind. If this was some dumb cartoon your jaw would have touched the floor. What the hell was going on? All logical thought swept from your brain. How could this be? This man could not be standing in front of you. No you’re dreaming. You must be. You fell asleep at work and you’re dreaming. Okay. Okay. You just need to wake yourself up. Yeah that's it. You tried pinching yourself but you couldn’t move your hands out of the tight grip. The only unrestrained part of your body were your legs. You violently landed a kick to your left shin.

“FUCKING SHIT!!” Was that supposed to hurt that much in a dream? 

“If that was aimed at me, you’re pathetic” The deep voice behind you chuckled lightly at the self inflicted kick. You felt the reverberations of the low tone where your body was pressed against his. You knew that voice too! You looked down at the arm still gripping threateningly around your waist. Charred skin ran all the way down to the hand where a ring of staples held it to viable flesh.  Oh my god. This can’t be happening. You continued to violently kick yourself, closing your eyes tightly before opening them again, persistently trying to wake yourself up and make sense of this situation. 

“Hey. Hey. Hey quit squirming” You felt a leg separating your own, preventing you from further abuse to your shins. The arm around your waist tightened in support since your legs started to give out. 

“Crusty come help me out I think she’s gonna faint” 

When you opened your eyes, the lights of the bar were harsh against your blurry vision and foggy brain. 

“That was a weird dream. What time is it?” you wondered aloud, looking up for the clock on the wall.

“And she’s back, and this isn’t a dream sweetheart.” the deep voice sent a shock down your spine.

No way. Your eyes darted to the two men standing next to the bar. It was only then you realized you were slumped awkwardly in one of the leather chairs scattered throughout the room, ropes replacing the rough hands from earlier.

“Now as I asked you before? Who the hell are you?” This time it was the scratchy voice that shot at you. The familiar lanky form of Tomura Shigaraki was leaning against the bar, this time the edges of his frame curved into shadow and his height adding much more presence than what you could have imagined. 

“You… you’re Tomura Shigaraki” you stuttered in shock.

“I asked for your name girl, not mine. Now spit it out” He barked impatiently. 

“I-I-mm Y-yy-/N-nn” 

“What are you doing here?” He shot again. 

“I-I work here” Eyes darting between the two men you’ve studied so closely before, but always through a screen. This can’t be real. They can’t be real. It was rather ironic how defiant your mind was being to the presence of two men you had spent hours watching, reading, and fantasizing about but this was insane.  

“No you don’t.” Shigaraki’s voice becoming more and more impatient with your slow and stupid answers. 

“This bar has been closed for years.” Dabi stated flatly as though proving you’re lying. 

“I can’t believe this. This has to be a dream” you started mumbling to yourself quickly trying to understand how this was reality. 

“HEY! This isn’t a dream, you stupid girl! Now tell us why you're in our bar!” 

“You’re Tomura Shigaraki and you’re Dabi from My Hero Academia” you started calming down and succumbing to the fact that this was happening even if you were going crazy. Two villains from an anime you watch are standing in front of you seemingly real. 

“From wha–– oh nevermind. What’s your quirk?” Shigraki continued to shoot questions at you but none of his words could cut through the hurricane of questions storming through your brain. 

“How are you guys real? How are you guys here?”

“I am the one asking questions here. Now tell me what your quirk is?”  He said annoyedly, starting to scratch his neck.

“I don’t have a quirk. No one here does” 

“What are you talking about? Nearly everyone has a quirk.” Dabi questioned coldly. 

“This is the real world. There are no such things as quirks here.” You continued finally allowing yourself to come to the ludacris idea that this was in fact reality. 

“Very funny. Dabi what do you say we just kill her?” Shigaraki said with a sadistic grin evident behind the hand, taking a step closer to you. Dabi shrugged leaning against the bar, an air of unamusement lingering in his face. 

“WAIT...wait...What if I can prove to you that this is a different reality?” 

“Well go on then prove it” Shigraki teased continuing his advance on you. 

“You’re Tomura Shigaraki leader of the League of Villains ––” 

“Blah Blah everyone knows that” He said annoyed now looming over you, his deadly hands reaching out. 

 Closing your eyes and turning away from him, you continued to spurt out facts, waiting to be turned into ash. 

“Your real name is Tenko Shimura, the hand on your face you refer to as father, you…” 

SLAP! Your face stung but your body still seemed to be intact. When you dared to open your eyes,  Shigraki’s face was inches from yours, murderous crimson glaring at you from between the fingers of his mask. Pinned into the chair between his two arms gripping the armrests, you were trapped. 

“How do you know that?” He said through clenched teeth. 

“You’re a character from an anime I watch. I’ve watched you guys for months”

“Liar. You must have hacked us or stolen or….” You could tell he was trying to figure out how you knew information that isn’t in any record or known by anyone. 

“I promise. I didn’t do any of that. I am telling the truth.” you continued to plead. 

“What about me? Do you know shit about me?” Dabi didn’t seem to be convinced. 

“Ummm...Well I know your name is Touya Todoroki and you’re the oldest son of Endeavor and...

“You’re the son of Endeavor?” Shigaraki standing up and looking at him revolted. 

“Hey I didn’t say that. She did.” Dabi seemed pissed behind the flat face. 

“Okay but SHE seems to know everything about us so…” 

“Fine. What do we do then? Kill her?” Dabi asked.

“Fine by me.” Shigaraki shrugs. You stared helplessly as the blue haired man turned back to you still tied in the chair. 

“Wait! I know information about other people. I’ll tell you everything I know please” 

“Sorry, but I’ve made up my mind” 

The excitement was evident in his scratchy voice as he violently grabbed your face smushing your cheeks together uncomfortably. Shigaraki’s cold fingers dug into your skin, nails sharp and ragged. You could see his pointer finger still raised in your field of vision. You shut your eyes tightly as he slowly brought his pointer finger down to meet his others. You waited for something to happen. Were you already dead? Was it that simple? You opened an eye when you felt Shigaraki’s nails dig further into your skin. He was still standing in front of you with his hand still on your face, just as confused as you were on why you weren’t a pile of ash.

“I guess your quirks were erased when...” 

SLAP! Where his hand had laid flat moments before was now red and stinging as he landed his second blow to your face tonight. 

“Scar face any fire?” he shot, standing up straight again and turning towards Dabi.

“Nope. I am just as useless as you” Dabi returned. 

You could see the annoyance fuming in Shigaraki’s eyes as the realization that what you had been stating was true. He was currently stuck in a different dimension with no quirks. You let out a sigh of relief, glad that you didn’t have to be worried about being turned into ash by either men.

“Alright brat” Shigaraki hissed turning back to you. “ What were you saying about information?”

“Well like I said before. You two are characters in an anime in this universe, and that means I know just as much about other characters... I mean other people in your universe. Of course not everything but just what’s been released”

“An anime you say. What’s this show called?” 

“Um…” You hesitated knowing he wasn’t going to like the answer”

“Spit it out” 

 “My Hero Academia” 

“Tch. Of fucking course it’s about the heros.” He said the last word with such disdain that it oozed onto the floor. 

“Let me guess. All Might is the main character?”

“Well not exactly.”

“Then who the fuck is it?” 

“Well….Izuku Midoriya” 

“That annoying little green haired brat is the main character?! What makes him so special?” 

“Well that’s kind of a long story and the whole premise of the show” 

“Well we’ve got time, and we need to figure out how in the hell we got here and how the fuck we’re gonna get back, so keep talking” 

“Fine, but first untie me.” 

“What did you say?” Shigaraki questioned. A small chuckle came from Dabi who was now playing with the toothpicks you used in drinks, lazily moving them around with his hands, one already perched between his teeth. 

“I told you to untie me” You were gaining some confidence since you realized you had the upper hand. 

“There are no quirks here and I have no intent on trying to deceive you two, believe me I know what you’re capable of ” They could still harm you in many ways but you were a source of information and someone who understood their situation. 

“So if you would please untie me. I promise to help you” At this point you surmised that they had somehow been warped here by someone else’s quirk either in or after some kind of fight. Shigaraki had a growing bloodstain seeping through his jeans, and Dabi had some deep cuts and few staples loose. Dabi and Shigaraki looked at eachother deciding whether or not to trust me.

“Look” You said exasperatedly. You were starting to lose feeling in one of your legs that was pressed awkwardly underneath you, and your shoulders becoming sore from the awkward angle of your arms. “I don’t know how you are here or why it was me you happened to run into, but you need help and are you really gonna try and explain this situation to someone else?” 

“She’s right you know” Dabi said casually to Shigaraki who was obviously trying to come up with an excuse to hurt you. 

“Fine. Go utie her” 

With a heavy sigh Dabi slid off his stool dropping the toothpicks in his hand, the one still pursed between his lips moving idly as he chewed on it. He stalked over to you as Shigaraki sat on a stool at the bar from the growing pain in his leg. Dabi came up in front of you, and you couldn’t help but flush at how close he was. You thought back to the copious amounts of fanfic you’ve read as he reached around you to untie the rope. He was so close you could feel his breath on your neck and hear him chewing on the toothpick. He smelled of worn cologne with a musky yet slightly minty scent mixed with what you presume to be the scent of charred flesh. Once you were free and he was no longer in your personal space, you rubbed your wrists standing up trying to get blood flow back to your legs. 

“Thanks” you say casually to Dabi as he walks back over resuming his seat at the bar next to Shigaraki. He doesn’t respond. 

You start to walk towards the door at the side of the bar that leads to the boss’s office and the back room where you keep your stuff. 

“And where do you think you’re going?” Shigaraki asks sliding off his stool threateningly, but he nearly stumbles when he lands on his ill leg. 

“Don’t worry I am just going to grab my stuff” 

“Dabi go with her” 

“No. She’s not gonna go anywhere. Besides if this is anything like the bar then that room has no exit”

“Tch–” was Shigaraki’s only response. You take this as a concession and push open the door to the back room. When the door closes, you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. 

Dabi and Shigaraki from MHA were real and standing in the room next door. And you were going to help them?! Did that make you technically a villain? How were you supposed to figure out how to get them back? Did you want them to go back? After all you had dreamt of scenarios similar to this many times. Maybe if you figured it out could you go with them? That thought alone was enough to make your simp dreams explode. What weeb gods had blessed you? 

Your brain was racing as you gathered your sweatshirt and bag. You popped quickly into the office attached to the back of the room to grab your paycheck. Like you suspected, he gave you a random bonus but you weren’t complaining. You stuffed it into your bag and walked back towards the bar. You took a deep breath before pushing open the door, half expecting to be met with an empty room, but there they were, talking in hushed tones. They immediately stopped when they heard you come back. 

“Are you going somewhere?” Shigaraki asked, noticing your bag as you pulled on your sweatshirt. 

“This place closed over 20 minutes ago and unless you want the other business owners around here to come poking around, since I always close on time, we should head out” 

“And where exactly are WE going?” Dabi asked boredly, staring off at the ceiling. 

“I live about six blocks from here. Think you can make it? I have first aid shit at my place” You directed the last part towards Shigaraki. 

“Tch-” 

“I will take that as a yes.” you said as you turned off the decorative lighting around the bar, and locked the register. You walked towards the front door and you heard the two men shuffle around to follow you. You open the door letting them walk out in front of you. Shutting off the main lights shrouding the bar into complete darkness cept the bright green exit sign above the door, you locked the bar door and turned to see Dabi and Shigaraki looking around at the buildings surrounding the bar. Shigaraki had stowed father into his pocket and Dabi popped up the collar of his jacket to try and obscure some of his scars. You also glanced around taking in the familiar scenery. You never really noticed how similar it was to the shots in MHA. Weird. 

Anyways you can think about that later. You started the route back to your house the two men trailing closely behind you whether it was for their own comfort or to make sure you didn’t try to bolt, you didn’t know but you felt much safer with these two with you. Normally you would walk quickly, key in hand, always crossing the street to whichever side had the most light, but tonight you didn’t worry too much about the potential danger lurking on the streets. All of them seemed miniscule to the two men behind you. 

You walked in complete silence for the majority of the time. You had so many questions but all of them could wait till you got home. I am sure they have just as many questions for you. You could hear Shigaraki grunt in pain every once in a while, walking becoming harder as time went on. You were about a block away coming up on the small 24 hour grocery/convenience store where you frequently bought snacks and food on your way home from work. 

“Hey I need to quickly grab some stuff. I don’t have much food at home. Are you guys hungry?” 

Neither responded. 

“Okay then.” Neither one objected as you turned into the small parking lot walking up to the store. They both followed you inside like two overgrown shadows. You grabbed a basket and started making your way through the isles grabbing essentials like milk and cheese. 

“Feel free to grab some stuff if it catches your eye. There’s Soba cups down that aisle and Shigaraki there’s chips and other snacks there too. I just need to grab something over here” you say pointing towards the other direction. Dabi and Shigaraki glance at each other and stalk off together. 

“You know it's getting rather annoying how she knows all this stuff about us” You catch Shigaraki telling Dabi as you turn to go grab all the other items you need. When you return they’re both there, bags of chips and soba cups in hand. It was rather cute how they stood there waiting for you to return. You walked up to the counter to check out and once Dabi and Shigaraki dropped their haul for you to pay, they walked outside to wait for you. 

“Good Morning Y/N” 

“Oh. Hey Thomas” you say to the cashier you’ve come to know over the many late night trips. He always amused himself by saying good morning whenever you came in after midnight. 

“Who were the two guys with you? They seem kinda rough. Is everything alright?” he finished scanning your items as you handed over your card. 

“Oh haha. Don’t worry they’re some family friends. They came to visit me while they’re passing through” 

“Oh alright then. Well I hope you have a good morning” He said with a cheery smile.

“Good morning” you returned, resistantly. You grabbed the bags of groceries and waved to Thomas, pushing the door open and stepping outside scanning for Dabi and Shigaraki. 

You spot them leaning against the side of the store watching some teens try and pick a redbox movie. 

“We only have a block to go,” you told them as they stood up straight to follow you.

“Woah!!! Jamie look that dude is dressed up as Dabi!” 

We turned to see one of the teens staring at Dabi. 

“Look at the guy next to him! That’s the best Shiggy I’ve seen” 

You had to bite your tongue to stop yourself from laughing. The look on Shigaraki’s face at a random teen calling him Shiggy was priceless. If only these kids knew. Dabi continued walking down the parking lot and Shigaraki looked like he was about to murder someone. 

“Hey do you think we could get a picture with you guys?” one of the teens asked walking towards Shigaraki. 

Oh no bad idea. 

“Hey guys. Not tonight. Sorry” You intervened quickly, shooting Shigaraki a look that said don’t do it. He seemed to understand because he started to walk towards where Dabi was waiting. 

“Aww man. Shigaraki’s my favorite character. Tell them amazing costumes.”  

“Will do” you said with a smile and turned to walk towards where the two men were waiting for you. 

The rest of the walk had an air of impatience as you all wanted to just get to your destination. You had finally made it to your apartment, unlocking the door and stepping inside. It was a fairly new building so the apartment was rather nice however it was one of the smallest models. There was only one bed and bath but the open concept living room and kitchen made it feel rather spacious. You walked into the kitchen putting away all the groceries as Dabi and Shigaraki looked around surveying your apartment. 

“Feel free to make yourselves at home. I’ll grab my first aid stuff. There’s food and drink in the kitchen”

You walked down the hall to your room kicking off your shoes and taking off your sweatshirt. You grabbed the rather large first aid kit from the bathroom and brought it back into the main room. Both Dabi and Shigaraki had shed their jackets and seemed to have found some left over beers in your fridge. Dabi was sitting on the kitchen counter and Shigaraki was sitting at the dining room table, prodding at the wound on his leg. 

“Don’t touch it. That's only gonna make it worse” you told him. 

“Oh shut up. Don’t tell me what to do” he hissed.

“Fine I guess I’ll fix Dabi up first” 

Shigaraki shoots Dabi a look of incredulity and annoyance, to which Dabi only raises his eyebrows and shrugs as he takes another swig of his beer. You set down the first aid kit and grab the extra stuff you bought at the store. 

“Do you even know how to do first aid?” Dabi asks, watching you rummage for supplies. 

“Yes. I had to get certified in order to work at a summer camp, so don’t worry I know what I’m doing. Although I’m not much help if it’s anything more than stitches. Of course unless you’re drowning or need CPR” 

“Okay I get it” he said, taking another sip. 

“Can you roll up your sleeves so I can see the cuts?” You turned to dampen a towel in the sink, and when you turned back around you were not expecting to be faced with a shirtless Dabi. You paused for a second, staring, before you heard Shigaraki ‘tch’ snapping you out of simp shock. You shook your head and started to address the wounds to Dabi’s arm and shoulder. 

“(another name that’s close to Y/N) it’s time you answered some of my questions” Shigaraki said while sipping on his beer and propping his leg up on another chair. 

“ It’s Y/N. Also if your gonna put your feet up at least take off your shoes” 

“Whatever Princess” he said snarkily, dramatically kicking off his shoes. It took you a second to register the pet name he had just called you. No get your mind out of the gutter this is the real them, not the fanon fanfiction them. You continued to wipe away the dirt and grime surrounding Dabi’s wounds. 

“So... we were recognized earlier by those stupid kids. Just how popular is this show you say we’re from” 

“Umm that’s kinda hard to say since it’s within a specific genre but within that genre I’d say very popular, maybe one of the most currently” 

“How do we fit into this show?” 

“Well you’re the main antagonist as the leader of the League of Villains. The show introduces you through the USJ attack in season 1” 

“What about me?” Dabi asks. 

“Oh.. well you don’t come in till season 3 I think. Wait actually I think it’s the end of season 2 after the Hosu incident” 

A small chuff came from Shigaraki, no doubt in whatever pride there was in being a more prominent character. 

“Do you guys have any idea how you got to this world?” You asked. 

“Hey I’m asking the questions here, but no. We were on an important recruiting mission when it turned ugly. I called for Kurogiri and we ran through his portal and you know the rest” 

“Did you know any of the quirks you were battling against?” 

“One guy had a weak poison quirk but I took him out in the beginning.” Dabi stated flatly. 

“The two guys in front both had strength related quirks I think,” Shigaraki continued. 

“There was that one tall girl in the back behind the pillar. Could have been hers but who knows” 

“Hmmm….maybe somehow a quirk mixed with Kurogiri’s. Sorry this next part might sting a little” You said this last part to Dabi dabbing some rubbing alcohol onto the cuts to which he made no verbal reaction but his muscles tensed at the cold stinging. 

“So you said the main character was the green haired brat right? So what’s the plot as you say? Why is it all about him and the heroes?”

You pause for a moment thinking. Is it okay to tell him this? He is a villain. Are there consequences to other characters? 

“Hello?” 

“Sorry...um basically the show starts with All Might choosing him to be his successor as the number one hero. Then it follows him through his path from being weak and quirkless to his journey through UA. That’s when you guys come in as the villains with all your attacks on the school and students” 

“What do you mean quirkless? Green top has an annoyingly powerful quirk.” Dabi questions. 

“Yeah… he defeated Muscular and that Overhaul bastard” Shigaraki continues. 

Screw it. 

“Well All Might gave his quirk to Midoriya” 

Shigaraki’s eyes widened in interest, but kept silent in his thought process. 

A few minutes pass in silence and you finish patching up Dabi and handing him a mirror so he can fix his own staples. He claimed to be pretty good at it now. You move the first aid stuff over to the table where Shigaraki sat. 

“Your turn” you say looking down at his leg. He looked up at you defiantly. 

“What are you not wearing boxers? Or do you not want me to treat it?” You said pulling a chair to where his leg was resting. He rolled his eyes but stood up and undid his belt and pulled down his black jeans. He was wearing red boxers that looked a size too big as they hung loosely around his lean muscles. You made sure not to stare after being caught earlier. You started to repeat the same process you did on Dabi but Shigaraki was much more vocal about the discomfort you caused as you cleaned the wound. 

“You’re cut is deeper. It’s gonna need stitches if you want it to heal properly”

“Whatever” he said in response.“I wanna know more about how people here see us. That kid back there said I was his favorite character. How do people see us in the show” 

“Well it depends. Everyone has their favorite characters for different reasons” 

“Yea...yea.. answer the question” 

“Fine. Most people like you as a villain and as a character. However you’re seen as childish.” A chuckle from Dabi that earned him a death glare. “Dabi you’re more popular and your past is a rather hot topic for fans. However both of you are pretty popular in the fandom. Does that answer your question.” 

“What do you mean popular in the fandom?” 

“Well you know like fan theories, fanart, fanfiction, etc. A lot of people like you guys. However a lot of it is fan theories, guesses, and headcanons, but people don’t actually know” you said threading the needle for the stitches. 

“What kind of theories?” Shigaraki asks hesitantly

“Well for example for a long time it wasn’t actually stated that Dabi was the missing Todoroki child but fans believed it so much that it was basically thought of as fact, and then it became truth. Other theories are less intense like Dabi again for example is presumed that his favorite food is hot soba and yours is junk food or hand food like chips and stuff.” 

“How the fuck do you people figure these things out?” Shigaraki asked, wincing at the pinch of the needle. 

“Well the food thing was because you have the thing with hands so hand food” 

“That’s so stupid” He hissed. 

“But is it wrong?” You asked, already knowing the answer based on the grocery trip. 

“Tch––” 

“Why hot soba for patchwork overthere?” 

“Oh because it was revealed that Todoroki, I mean Shoto’s favorite food is cold soba and the whole brothers thing. People connected dots” 

“That’s so stupid” Dabi was the one who spoke this time. 

“And again were they wrong?” You looked up at him raising your eyebrows knowingly. 

“Also those aren’t even the stupid ones. People make up the weirdest shit, some as jokes, others as forms of comfort or just for imagination’s sake. Okay you’re all done.” You say  standing up and clearing away the dirty gauze and other first aid supplies. Shigaraki pulls his dirty and bloodstained pants back up over his neatly bandaged leg. You take all the first aid stuff back to the bathroom and return a little bit later to find Shigaraki and Dabi arguing over who knows what.  You hear some words like ‘She’ and ‘think’, so you assume they’re talking about you but just as before they stop when you walk back into the room.

“So I set out some towels in the bathroom along with some old clothes my ex boyfriend and my brother left here. They may not be the best fit sorry but it’ll do. If you leave your clothes in the laundry basket I’ll throw them in the wash tomorrow” 

“I call dibs on the shower first” Dabi said, hopping off the counter. 

“Bastard” Shigaraki muttered.

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Mini Fanfic #808: Enter Team Dark (Sonic X SSBU)

10:34 p.m. at Game Guy's Casino.......

'Loud Sirens'

'CRASH'

Shadow, Rouge, and Omega starts running away from an angry Game Guy and his group of security guards and hounds.

Game Guy: DON'T LET THOSE CHEATERS GET AWAY!!!

Guard Hounds: (Barks Angrily at the Running Trio)

Shadow: Rouge, this is the last time we're ever letting you take charge in gambling. Or even going to anymore casinos for that matter....

Omega: I agree to that motion.

Rouge: ('Sigh') Okay, look, before you boys starting pointing fingers, just know that none of this would've happened if that stupid Game Guy didn't try and cheat first.

Shadow: Does the saying "Two Wrongs, Doesn't Make a Right" never occur to you throughout your life? You didn't have to stoop to his level to begin with.

Rouge: (Starts Rolling her Eyes) Well, excuse me for having a weaker moral compass than yours, DAD! But you know just as well as I do that I don't let that kind of thing slide.

Shadow: (Starts Rolling his Eyes Himself) Yet you have no problem trying to steal the Master Emerald.....

Rouge: (Glares at Shadow) Hey! I don't do that anymore. That's all behind me now.

Shadow: Is this all because you're dating Knuckles?

Rouge: You're goddamn right. And as much as love to tell you how much that handsome knucklehead of an echidna means to me, I think now will be a perfect time for you to warp us out of here.

Shadow: Can't. I left the Emerald back at home.

Rouge: (Eyes Widened in Complete Shock) You WHAT!? WHY!?

Shadow: Because I thought since we were going to a relaxing, trouble and stress free vacation, I wouldn't have any use for it. Guess you proved me wrong.

Rouge: ('Ugggh') What are we going to do now? We can't out run them forever!

Omega: Fear not, companions! I have just now thought of a perfect plan for our escape!

Shadow: (Turns Back to Omega Along with Rouge) You have?

Rouge: What's the plan, sweetie?

Omega: (Pulls Something Put From his Fanny Pack) We can use these Dimensional Rings to sent us away from our current location.

Rouge: (Eyes Widened in Shock) Wait. You have them this entire time? How!?

Omega: Futuba Sakura had given them to me before our departure from the airport. She informed me to use them to visit her and the rest of the Smash Family in Isle Defino.

Shadow: Since when did you two started interacting with one another?

Omega: We have interacted on multiple occasions. She even invited ROB and I to Dungeons & Dragons on most nights. (Smiles Brightly) We are known as highly skilled alchemists of our party.

Shadow: (Smiles Softly at the E-Series Robot) That sounds great, Omega.

Rouge: (Already Started Gushing Over Everything Omega Said) Awwwww~ My baby's making new friends!~

'ARF ARF ARF'

Shadow: Okay. (Takes One of the Dimensional Rings From Omega's Claw Hand) I think it's time for us to leave now.

Shadow turns himself back around to throw the ring in front of them, causing it to enlarge itself while creating a portal.

Shadow: You two are ready?

Rouge: Yep.

Omega: Affirmative!

Shadow: Great. Let's go.

With a simple boost in speed, Team Dark has successfully when into the ring, leading them to their requested destination. It wasn't long until the ring itself managed to disappeared right in front of Game Guy's Eyes in time.

1:45 p.m. at Isle Defino......

It was a normal day in the tropical, resort like island....That is until a Giant, Rotating Ring sudden appears in the middle of it before slowing down stopping while showing Team Dark jumping out of it.

'THUD'

Rouge: (Starts Getting Herself Up From the Ground While Stretching her Back a Little) That.....was a close one.

Shadow: (Sighs While Getting Himself Up While Picking the Ring Up From the Ground) Yeah. Too close for our comfort.... (Turns to Omega) Are we at the right place, Omega?

Omega: (Uses his Eyes to Briefly Scan Around the Place) According to my sensors.....(Turns Back to Shadow and Rouge with a Thumbs Up) We are, indeed, in the correct destination.

Rouge: (Starts Looking Around the Place) So this is Isle Defino, huh? (Smirks a Little) Looks lovely.

Shadow: I can agree to that. Oddly enough, this is the place where father has gotten arrested at in the past.

Rouge: (Turns to Shadow with a Bit of a Surprised Look on her Face) Seriously? What did he do?

Shadow: Nothing. According to mother, he was falsely accused of a crime he didn't commit.

Rouge: ('Sigh') Ah jeez..... Well, here's hoping bygones be bygones for then I suppose.

Shadow: Agreed. But in the meantime, I'm gonna find ourselves a hotel room to stay in. (Walks Away) You two are welcome to come along if you like.

Omega: I will accompany you. (Follows Behind Shadow)

Rouge: You two go on ahead! (Walks Away in the Opposite Direction) I'm gonna a take a tour around the place.

Shadow: 'Kay.

Few Minutes Later at the Beach Side of Isle Defino.......

Rouge: (Sighs Relaxingly While Sitting on the Laid Back Bench Tail While Wearing a Bathing Suit) This is true paradise~

????: Enjoying the tour?

Rouge: (Looks up and See Shadow and Omega Looking Down at Her) Oh very. If I'd known this place would be this nice, I would've convince you to come here sooner. Did you boys find us a room?

Shadow: The hotel manager told us that the entire rooms are full. So we decided to rent one of the cottage houses nearby.

Rouge: Neat. So you two have any plans here in the meantime? I'm already planning on relaxing here~

Omega: I plan on exploring and learning about this island as much as possible!

Shadow: (Place his Hand on his Chin) I haven't really about it until now.... But I guess I could start by finding where everyone else is at first-

?????: (From the Distance) HOLY SHIT, YOU GUYS! Shadow, Rouge, and Omega are here!!

The trio turns and see a few familiar faces (Sonic, Amy, Tails, The Phantom Thieves, and etc.) making their way to them while sone cheering Shadow's name.

Rouge: There's everyone.

Shadow: I can see thATT! (Immediately Gets Pulled into a Group Hug)

Futuba: (Happily Rushes Over to Omega and Hugs Him) Omega-Kun!~ You came.

Omega: (Smiles Brightly While Gently Patting the Top of Futuba's Head) Yes. That I have, Futuba Sakura.

Futuba: (Giggles Softly) Dude, come on. You don't have to keep calling me by my full name. Futuba is fine enough as it is.

R.O.B.: (Happily Claps his Mechanic Hands Together While Making his Way to the Duo)

Omega: (Smiles Brightly at his Robotic Friend) R.O.B!!

Sonic: (Place his Arm Around Shadow With a Playful Smirk on his Face) It's been a while, faker.

Shadow: Sonic. (Starts Rolling his Eyes a Little) I see that your as hyperactive as usual.

Sonic: And you're just as moody as you've always been.

Tails: What made you guys come here in the first place?

Shadow: Well, due to a.....(Glares at Rouge) "certain" incident that happened back at the Casino.....

Rouge: (Sticks her Tongue Out at the Black Hedgehog)

Shadow: We decided to come here for the rest of our vacati-

Before he could finish his sentence, Shadow suddenly felt something hugging the lower half of his body. He looks down and see that it was none other than his adopted little sister, Hat Kid.

Shadow: (Chuckles Lightly) Hey there, you. It's been a while. (Gently Ruffles the Top of Hat Kid's Head) Did you miss me?

Sonic: Like crazy. The poor kiddo has been like that since we first got here.

Shadow: Really now? (Turns Back to Hat Kid) Is that true?

Hat Kid: (Happily Nodded) Mmhmm.

Shadow: (Chuckles Lightly Once More Before Kneeling Down to Hat Kid's Level) Well, you have nothing to worry about now that I'm here. And I can assure you that I won't be going anywhere else soon. So let's continue to enjoy the rest of the vacation together now, okay?

Hat Kid: (Nodded in Agreement Before Hugging Shadow Lovingly Again) I love you, Shadow.

Shadow: (Finally Hugs Hat Kid Back) I love you too, little siste-

?????: MY BABY!!!!~

And with that, Shadow suddenly gets hug tackled by Mario and Peach. And all was good in the world.

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pairing : lee chan x reader

synopsis : as long as you get to see his sparkling eyes, spending the rest of your life with the man you love doesn’t sound too bad.

genre : marriage au, fluff, some humor

word count : 3.5k

a/n : HAPPY HOLIDAYS AND MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!💞 i hope all of your holidays are filled with joy and love <3 please stay safe and i hope you guys like this oneshot :) it’s a very special one for my friend Kristen hehe

greetings @shoshishua i am your secret santa😁😁 literally had a DIFFICULT time thinking about what to write for you. i had wayyyy too many ideas and it hurt my brain. BUT i hope you enjoy this🥺 and i hope you have a lovely holiday😌 ily and i appreciate you. also i hope you get a passport for christmas ;D

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Lee Chan is a man who loves with his entire heart. He is a man that exemplifies the definition of someone who loves unconditionally. He could go on and on about how much someone means to him if anyone asked him to, which would definitely lead to his members teasing him that it’s too long of a compliment. He is a hard working man who puts all his energy, effort and passion into what he does - all while never failing to disappoint his fans. Although he has his older brothers to look up to and help guide him, he learned how to become his own person, which is where he is now.

Chan stared at his reflection in the mirror, taking slow and even breaths to help calm his nervousness. He wasn’t sure why he was nervous, but maybe it was the fact by the end of the day, he would be going home to spend the rest of his life with his soulmate. Or it was the fact that his best man lost the paper where he had written his vows.

‘Boo Seungkwan, you made me argue with Jeonghan only to fuck up,’ he thought. He knows he doesn’t need vows to profess his love to you, but he wrote some good shit down. His eyes averted from his reflection to the window behind him, watching the droplets of rain fall down against the glass. Of all the days, it had to rain on this special day. Chan could only imagine your panicked state because of the rain.

//

You love the rain. Totally convenient that the whole ceremony takes place outdoors (sarcasm) but frankly, it didn’t bother you at all because then it would make it more magical for the two of you. So what if it was muddy and wet? You’re going to marry the love of your life and that’s all that mattered.

Okay, maybe your attire would get ‘slightly’ messy, but it's the amazing story that you could tell your future kids and grandkids about.

You wondered how Chan was doing and how he thought about the weather. Was he relaxed? Worried? It shouldn’t be a big deal, should it? At least you didn’t think it was.

//

“Boo Seungkwan, I am going to kick your ass.” Chan glared at the said man who was standing at the doorway. Seungkwan looked at the younger, raising his hands in an attempt to calm him down.

“Hey, be glad that I didn’t lose the rings instead.” Immediately he regretted those words as he saw Chan mentally throw daggers at him, “Don’t worry. You rehearsed it right? I know some of it and you know most. We can rewrite it together!” Chan dragged his hand over his face as he sighed.

“It’s fine Kwan, I’ll figure it out, just check on them for me please? You can do that right?” Seungkwan nodded his head, leaving the room with the slam of the door, rushing so he won’t anger the younger any further.

Chan took a deep breath, attempting to think happy thoughts so he won’t be as stressed. Immediately, his mind went to you; the memory of how you met. He closed his eyes, a soft smile automatically rising on his lips.

~ Chan saw Hoshi sitting at the dining table with his phone propped up against a bowl. He was laughing at something so Chan figured that he was live and talking with carats. That is until he heard your voice. It was soft yet had that rough breathy feeling to it that one could get lost in with only a whisper escaping past your lips. He was captivated.

He tried to peek at the screen to see who the voice belonged to, but failed when he remembered that Hoshi has a private screen protector. His bit his lip and composed himself, remembering the reason he was going to the kitchen in the first place.

“Hey Hoshi. Are you live?” Casually walking to the fridge, he opened it and retrieved a bottle of water. Nice.

“No, I’m talking to my friend. Come say hi, you haven’t met them yet.” Hoshi moved his phone a bit and patted the empty seat next to him. Chan eagerly moved to the empty seat and mentally prepared himself.

His eyes looked onto the small screen, seeing you devouring your cup of ramen noodles. Chan released a giggle, seeing you become flustered and move out of frame before returning with a clean mouth and small smile on your lips. “OH! Before I introduce you two, check out our handshake.” Hoshi signaled Chan to do their handshake that they made. Chan cleared his throat and sat up in his seat before he lifted his hand, following the movements of Hoshi before finally syncing together. His eyes never left the screen as he watched the amusement on your face continue to rise with every move. “See, I told you our handshake was good.”

He heard your laugh, “Nah Hoshi, that handshake was complete garbage. I can already tell that you were the one who came up with it,” He couldn’t seem to find the right time to speak and introduce himself to you, mainly because he was so distracted by you in general.

“Yeah whatever, it’s not like you could do better.” Hoshi rolled his eyes, looking at the younger one before him, smirking. He reached over and grabbed an extra bowl, setting it in front of Chan. “Eat with me. OH!” Hoshi introduced the two of you as he looked at Chan who was attempting to look anywhere but the camera as you waved and said hi.

“Nice to meet you.” Hoshi knew what he had to do because when he looked back at the phone on the table, you were trying to avoid eye contact too. ~

“Chan? Chan wake up.” He mumbled, sighing and tried to shoo away the person trying to wake him. “Chan, you missed your wedding.” He shot up.

“What?! Vernon, help me get ready please. Oh my god, how could I do this? What is wrong with me? Why did I have to take a nap- why are you just standing there?!” He looked at Vernon, a smirk on his lips.

“You see, your finance took a guess that you had probably fallen asleep and they were right. But you have,” he took a look at his watch, “2 hours and 30 minutes left before you get married. So right now, I suggest you take a shower and freshen up, get dressed then meet me in the lobby.” Chan nodded his head, but glared at Vernon for making him panic, and proceeded to the bathroom.

//

You had just finished fixing your hair and makeup. All that was left was to put on your attire which shouldn’t take long. You sat back on the small sofa in your hotel room, looking outside and seeing the rain from earlier become a small drizzle. Your mind wandered to Chan and what had happened when Vernon was in your room earlier. Chan tends to over nap and sleep longer than he intends to, so you figured it could be a possibility today which is why you had Vernon go and check on him.

There was a soft knock on the door. You got up and opened it to see Seungkwan there. “Hi, I’m just checking in on you. Chan sent me hours ago, but I got a bit… distracted.” You tilted your head to the side and let him into your room.

“Is everything okay?”

He turned to look at you, “OH, yeah, everything is, uh, fine.” You can see how on edge and nervous he was, which is kind of funny because this is your wedding day.

“What’s wrong Seungkwan?”

He sighed, letting out the breath he was holding in, “Okay well first, it is raining and I don’t know what to tell the guests. And two, I lost the paper with Chan’s vows. I’ve been feeling so bad about it, I tried to retrace my steps to figure out where I have put them but I just can’t find them anywhere.” You made him sit down, showing him a way to calm down.

“Kwan, it’s okay. I’m sure Chan will be fine, I mean we already know how much we love each other. Plus I didn’t write mine down because it’s all in my head, BUT it came from my heart. As for the guests, that’s your problem until I walk down the aisle.” Seungkwan’s head dropped before he took a final breath and stood up.

“I will make sure that this wedding is the best wedding you’ll ever have.”

“Well, it’ll be the only wedding that I hope to ever have.”

//

Chan finished fixing his tie and put on his blazer. Checking his watch, he had 45 minutes left before he was going to marry the love of his life. He quickly made his way out the door with all of his things and headed down to the lobby. He met up with Vernon and was greeted with a limo and all of his band mates there, except for Hoshi who was with you at the moment.

Getting inside, he took a deep breath and waited for his best friends to get in. Once they were on their way, he looked outside the window, tapping his fingers on his knee.

He couldn’t believe that in less than 40 minutes, he will be yours and you will be his. Chan didn’t even resist the smile that rose on his face as he thought about how you two got to know each other just only a few years ago.

//

It only began with simple text messages after Hoshi put you three into a group chat. He eventually forced you both to private message each other due to what he called, ‘cringe’ messages that you sent one another. But those messages soon turned into calls, then to facetime.

The first facetime made him nervous because not only were you busy, but the only time you were free to talk was when he would have to practice or record. But that didn’t stop him because he still proceeded to call you and ask for your input on a dance move of how he should sing a certain lyric. Obviously it wasn’t your interest at heart to bother him when he was clearly busy, but he wouldn’t let you end the call. Instead he made sure to talk to you and ask how you were doing or how your day was. It was very sweet of Chan, which is what made you fall in love with him because even though he was busy, he made time for you and included you in everything. It only got better when staff allowed him to bring you to filming.

Not only did you finally get to meet him for the first time, you also got to meet the other members as well as see Hoshi again.

“I can’t believe you traded me for Chan. Of all people.” You laughed at him and looked over to Chan who was filming something with Mingyu and Dokyeom.

“Well can you blame me?” Hoshi looked at you, eyebrows raised, eyes full of interest.

“Don’t tell me you fell for him when you both haven’t even gone on a date yet.”

Your silence answered his question as he began to yell causing you to flee towards the man that you were scared, but happy to fall for.

Not even two weeks after that day, Chan asked you to go with them on a trip, in which they planned to record for their fans. The right thing to say, and what you told him, was no because it would be too much of a bother, but he didn’t take no for an answer, so he brought Hoshi into it, causing you to go. And man were you glad that you went to it because not only did you witness some funny games that they played or watch Chan get thrown into the freezing cold pool, but it was the night that Chan confessed to you.

Chan planned it all out. Everyone was asleep, so he went out to the backyard, setting up the fairy lights and putting some lanterns out too. He snuck into your room and woke you up quietly, bringing you outside (with a jacket of course) and told you there, his eyes glistening with sparkles; a galaxy beneath it all. Although the gesture was romantic and beautiful, you were half asleep and ruined the moment by basically telling him, “I’m sorry Hoshi, but I like Chan.”

Didn’t change anything except it was now a funny story that you both look back to.

//

Chan’s smile slowly began to fade as a rush of nervousness took over his mind after seeing the world outside of the car turn into a parking place. He took a few deep breaths and got out of the car after his band members.

Taking a look around the area, he was surprised with how nice it looked. It was a bit dark due to the clouds covering the sun that was setting slowly, but the fairy lights and lanterns made it all more bright and beautiful. Thank god for Seungkwan choosing decent tents though.

“Wow.”

“Wow is indeed correct my friend, I popped off.” Chan laughed as his best friend took his place beside him. “Are you ready for this Chan? It’s almost time.”

Chan smiled and nodded his head, “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

Seungkwan wrapped his arm around the younger, sighing and appreciating the work he put to make this day as special as he could for his bandmate. “You know, the proposal was way more stressful than this was.”

Groaning, Chan’s head fell back onto Seungkwan’s arm, “Don’t remind me.”

“Hey you gotta admit though, although I may have misplaced the ring, but I found it and I succeeded with the plan.” Chan nodded his head, wanting to reply but getting interrupted after seeing that your car had arrived.

The guests all shuffled quickly to their seats, the wedding party took their places with their partners, and Chan lined up with his mom and dad next to him. You were in the car with your parents waiting for everyone to walk down before you came out.

As the music began to play, it didn’t reach the ears of Chan because as he started to walk down the aisle with his parents by his side, his mind went back in time to relive the day he proposed to you. Damn Seungkwan for bringing it up; now he’s emotional.

~ It was around 5 o’clock in the evening, Chan was pacing back and forth in the living room and constantly checking the time on his watch. Seungkwan was supposed to be at the house with the ring before Chan had to go pick you up for your anniversary date.

It has been three years since the two of you got together and boy it has been a ride. From those phone calls and trips to where you both were now, Chan couldn’t ask for any better because he already has the best. He couldn’t even process that he was actually going to propose to you.

The knock on the door broke his train of thought as he quickly rushed to open it, seeing Seungkwan there panting. “Okay, I found it.”

“What do you mean you found it?! When did you lose it?!” Seungkwan pursed his lips, knowing that he accidentally slipped up.

“Hey, don’t focus on that now buddy! You got a date to get to.” Nervously, Seungkwan placed the small box in Chan’s palm before running in the opposite direction going god knows where.

Deciding to talk to him about it later, Chan grabbed his keys and made his way to his car to go and pick you up for the most magical evening he had planned.

Boy was it indeed magical for you. The sky painted a pretty orange, the fairy lights, lanterns and cool breeze; it couldn’t have been more perfect. Except it did get more perfect as you turned to look at your boyfriend of three years down on one knee. Your mouth fell open, then a shy smile took over as you turned your head away, trying to keep your emotions in check. You slowly turned your head to look at the nervous smile on his face, yet catching that same sparkle in his eyes like it was the same night he confessed to you all over again.

“Lord knows I would try to make a big speech about how much I love you, but I know you’re impatient and my knee kinda hurts. Will you make me more happy than I already am by marrying me?”

Shooting him a cheeky smile, you crouched down to be level with him, tears in your eyes, “I’m sorry Hoshi, but I’d rather marry Chan.” ~

Chan took his place to the left of the marriage officiant, while taking a deep breath, facing the crowd, but his eyes only on your car. He couldn’t believe that this day would come, the day he can call you his forever.

The crowd stood up to their feet, turning to watch as your parents emerged from the car, bright smiles on their faces. Your dad opened the door, reaching out for your hand to help you out of the vehicle. The second you came into view, Chan’s breath caught in his throat, his eyes widening as music began to play. He faintly heard Seungkwan mention how beautiful you look, only nodding due to his breathlessness.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he kept his eyes on you as your parents escorted you down the aisle, preparing to give you away. Without realizing it, a tear escaped his eye and he quickly tried to wipe it, keeping his head up higher. He took a step forward as you approached the front. He bowed to your parents and you kissed their cheek.

Chan held out his hand, a smile automatically rising as you smiled cheekily at him. Placing your hand in his palm, he walked with you, eyes keeping contact, “You look gorgeous.” A blush rose to your cheeks as you admired the man in front of you that you would soon marry.

//

Chan’s mind was racing and he knew that you noticed how sweaty his palms were. You gave his hand a squeeze to help soothe his emotions. It did help a bit, except it came back all over again when the officiant said their next sentence. “We've come to the point of your ceremony where you're going to say your vows to one another. Would Chan like to go first?”

“Wait, no I want to.”

Chan smiled as you nervously swung his hands that you held. You took a deep breath, trying to recall the words that you have been repeating in your head for the past couple of days.

“Chan, three years ago, I wouldn’t have ever imagined to be standing up here with you. You have taught me how to love and what it’s like to be loved. And to think that I simply thought of you as my best friend’s band member, but over these past years, you have become someone more to me. Now, here we are, with our future right ahead of us, and I only ever want to spend it with you, my soulmate. I love you so much.”

Chan let out a shaky breath as the officiant signaled him to recite his vows. He felt a tap on his shoulder as he saw Seungkwan hold up the paper that had his vows. Nodding his head, he didn’t take the paper and looked back into your eyes.

“You know, earlier today as I was getting ready, I was worried about the weather and how it would ruin our perfect day. But when I kept having little flashbacks of how we met, how I confessed and proposed, I realized that those memories never ended up perfect like I wanted them to, but with you there, with your beautiful smile and bright eyes, it was always perfect to begin with. And I can’t wait for the perfect life we have before us. I love you.”

A tear escaped your eye as Chan quickly wiped it, giving you a loving smile. The officiant gave a satisfied smile, “May I have the rings please? Thank you.” He handed the ring to you, “Please repeat after me.”

Taking Chan’s left hand, you followed the words the officiant said, slipping the ring onto his ring finger. He smiled and repeated the process the officiant requested the both of you to follow. Turning both of your heads to the man performing your wedding ceremony, he shot you both an excited smile.

“By the power of your love and commitment, and the power vested in me, I now pronounce you a life of everlasting love together.”

The second Chan caught the signal, he cupped your face delicately in his hands and placed his lips softly onto yours, kissing you with passion.

Breaking away, the two of you failed to notice the clapping and cheers around you as you only looked at each other, staring lovingly into one another's eyes. You caught that same glimmer in his, wishing that it never fades, but not knowing that the sparkle was only made for you.

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