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waldau · 2 months

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giving them the silent treatment when they forget something — seventeen | 2,661 words | hurt/comfort, fluff

first work in this format! comments would be really appreciated :D

gender neutral reader. warnings: none.

seungcheol

cannot stand your silence. he'd rather you scold him, or say anything to him, but he absolutely hates the silence that fills your house when he stops talking. he's thankful you're sitting across him while he's having dinner, but keeps interrupting his eating by asking for your forgiveness over and over. how could he forget your date night tonight? knows you need your personal space and makes you sit at the table while he does the dishes, but he gives in at the end of the day because what's the point of sleeping in the same bed if he can't wrap his arms around you? keeps whispering apologies into your hair and promises not to be this forgetful again. literally lights up when you turn around with a grumble and slot yourself into his arms. is okay with you being upset with him as long as you let him hold you.

jeonghan

thinks it's payback for the time he hid the last of your snacks a week ago. is fine with you rolling your eyes at him when he calls you by your nickname. realizes it's serious when you share your dessert with him, because you never do it without a little playful fight. realizes he's messed up big time when you don't retort back to his teasing about how your hair looks right now, after you've spent some time rolling around in bed. the final straw is when you wish him goodnight without even calling him any form of endearment. suddenly understands why you're being like this — it's because he left for practice without waking you up this morning, even though you asked him to. peppers you with kisses and it's only a matter of time before you stop resisting. tries explaining that your health and your sleep are more important to him than his own, but he's thankful you wake up with him the next morning and prepare breakfast for him while he gets ready.

joshua

is a gentleman. 99.99% of the time. but the 0.01% he's not is today, when he forgot to buy a bouquet of flowers you wanted to take while visiting your mother. he'd assured you he'd do the task because the flower shop lay right in the path he took while jogging, and now you've returned home with no smile on your face. there's a thousand apologies at the tip of his tongue, but none of them are going to be enough. you wish him a good night, but he knows he's messed up pretty bad. hates it when you don't even say anything about it, because he knows it's affected you more than you're letting it show. gets a call from you the next afternoon asking him why there's a bouquet of flowers on your desk and why your mother also had one delivered to her doorstep. picks you up from work and surprises you with a single rose that he tucks behind your ear, brushing away your concerns about it looking silly. loves you, and he'll get you flowers every day if it makes you smile the way you're doing right now.

junhui

is not used to one word answers from you. he watches you a bit closely as you take off your shoes, wash your hands, get a glass from the cupboard and pour yourself some water. feels like you're giving the glass more attention than him. starts feeling nervous. around you. hates it more than anything. but he doesn't know what's wrong, so he ends up doing something that flusters you both — he cages you in his arms, because he'd much rather you tell him off than push him away silently. you try to wriggle out of his grasp, but he pulls out his c-drama moves of seduction and slams his hand against the wall behind your head. you just stare at him before you shake your head and tell him he didn't kiss you goodbye this morning. he feels absolutely shocked. he did! or at least he thought he did. you're always on his mind, regardless of the time of the day. kisses you five times to make up for the one he didn't give you. sticks close to you for the rest of the night, as it's his rightful place.

soonyoung

is oblivious at first. he's the more talkative one between you both, so he doesn't find anything wrong when you come back home, or don't give him the usual kiss you do when you come back home — you're probably just too tired! guides you to the dining table and makes sure you're eating well. talks about practice, talks about this photoshoot that's coming up, talks about this interview he'd given earlier in the day, around afternoon, which made him super hungry because— well, shit. he was supposed to bring your lunch to work because you'd forgotten to take it yourself, and you'd even texted him about it. he promised he would, and now he's left wondering what you had to get for yourself because of his forgetfulness. throws himself to his knees in front of you and grabs your thighs, shaking you like it's going to transfer the sorrow he's feeling into you so that you can forgive him. loves that you crack a smile before you hide it and continue having dinner. promises to wake up early next morning so he can be the one to make you lunch and pack it. loves the sight of the empty box he sees when he calls you during your break.

wonwoo

feels like absolute crap when you get home and all he has to show you for his time spent is the game he's finished and a regrettable lack of food on the table. he'd promised to cook for you, this recipe he'd taken from mingyu just so he could try it himself. he'd even laughed at your surprised face in the morning, but now he thinks you were right to have doubted him. it's not even time for your usual grocery run yet; you're pretty much out of groceries because his friends had come home a couple days back and you'd spent time making a lot of dishes. sits you down and makes you eat a banana as a peace offering, all the while ordering takeout from the closest eatery to your house. sits with you and feeds you bites of your meal, not touching his own till you're done. still feels terrible when he sees you putting away the leftovers, because you're not supposed to be doing that in the first place. comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, murmuring apologies in your ear and asking if you want him to get you anything else. wakes you up to breakfast in bed the next morning. you laugh and tell him you're not willing to have breakfast without brushing your teeth, so he picks you up and carries you to the bathroom. he thinks he should make time on his days off for breakfast in bed if it means you'll cling to him the way you're doing now, adoration in your eyes.

jihoon

is just in his chill™ mode half the time he's home. when he's not working, he's either listening to music or watching your favourite shows together to maximize the time he has with you. for jihoon, and you, actions are more prevalent than words. so it's with a sudden drop of his stomach that he realizes he was supposed to wait for you, till you came back home, to start watching this new anime you'd been keen on seeing. he can't exactly undo the past three episodes from his memory, so he's also silent like you are when you get back home and see what he's been up to. dinner is had in an awkward silence till you push your chair back and take the plate to the sink, letting jihoon know you're turning in for an early night. he knows he's fucked up. he's glad you're not kicking him out on the couch to sleep, and he apologizes by softly humming a song he's been working on for you, in the silence of your bedroom. it's like he's wearing his heart on his sleeve, too easy for anyone to see, but it's worth it when you sigh and pull him down for a kiss, telling him it sounds wonderful and that you can't wait to hear the full thing.

minghao

is disappointed with himself already, and you being disappointed makes it worse. he could blame jet lag for being the reason why he forgot to show up at the cafe to meet your friend you've been him to get to know for a while, but he knows it's a flimsy excuse. you cover up for him with the excuse of a fever, even though he's far from feeling down. doesn't know what he can say to make it better, so he peels an orange for you. only to have his heart hurt when you say you're not hungry. but you end up taking a few slices anyway, because you don't want it to go to waste. tries to pull you into himself but hates it when you don't reciprocate. he knows this friend is important to you, but are they so important that you have to ignore him for the rest of the night? offers to sleep on the couch, and is surprised to find that's what breaks your silence and makes you glare at him. promises to fly you out soon to meet your friend where they live as an apology. wakes up to you combing your fingers through his hair.

mingyu

puppy #1. knows he's done something wrong the moment you step inside the hallway of your house, even if you've said nothing — mainly because you're not rushing to him the way you always do, and you're not excited to see him, the way he is to see you. takes all the stuff from your hands and makes you sit on the couch and offers you a massage and pouts when you decline him gently. tries making conversation with you during dinner, but gets discouraged when you reply in short sentences. you're not...angry, but you're upset, and it's bugging him terribly. offers to help you with your nighttime routine, sitting on the counter and watching you go about it, until you sigh and tell him exactly what he forgot about. your plants in the balcony that he promised to water this morning and forgot about because he had to rush for an early practice. he throws himself to the floor on his knees, hands clasped, and promises never to forget it again. feels relieved when you laugh through a mouth full of toothpaste, pulling him to his feet and ruffling his hair. his alarm now has a label that reads: "plants :)"

seokmin

puppy #2. can feel his smile drop the second you walk through the door of your shared house drenched in water like you fell into a puddle and climbed out. and the worst part is you're not even asking him to help you dry up. he tries to offer you towels and fusses about your hair and you catching a cold but ends up sitting against the door of your shared bedroom when you gently push him out of your way and opt for a nice, warm shower. he's glad he ordered takeout so that you wouldn't have to cook, but he's not happy with the way you're ignoring him. no, you're not ignoring him. you're...disappointed, almost. somehow it's worse than having you be angry with him, because he knows fights can be resolved sooner or later. but you being disappointed in him? makes him feel like the worst person in the world. heats up your blanket in the dryer and gives you his hoodie to sleep in. he's never going to take your umbrella to practice again. drags you out to shop for two distinct umbrellas so he never forgets to send you off with one again.

seungkwan

he's busy. it's not an excuse; it's just how his daily schedule is. yet it sounds like nothing but a pathetic excuse when you get back home, avoiding even looking at him. you look amazing, and he wasted his entire afternoon wondering when you were going to call him, when you were out watching a movie he'd suggested the two of you watch together. hates it when you tell him you've had enough popcorn to make you skip dinner. hates it when you don't even hug him, much less kiss him. hates it when you have a polite conversation with him about the movie, as if you were just his friend telling him you liked his recommendation. you sit with him and watch a volleyball match he'd pre-recorded, but his mind is not interested in the commentary at all. pouts. straight up asks you how long you're going to ignore him. you say you're not, that you just need some time now to get over it. he nods like he understands but wraps himself around you barely twenty minutes later when you're getting ready for bed. will not sleep without coming to any kind of resolution. asks you to spoil the movie for him as a punishment and gets a pinch to his cheek in return. promises never to forget a date again.

hansol

is also oblivious. takes your silence as a sign that you're just tired, so he makes sure you freshen up and don't do any work for a while and have some water or light snacks instead. it's only when he puts on a movie you've both watched many times he realizes you're not talking to him, because you don't lean into him the way you usually do. he takes the initiative this time and tries pulling you on his lap, but you resist. he feels uncomfortable, and it's new. he tries focusing on the movie but his mind is on you, and it's only because of the sheer number of times he's seen the movie that he can remember the dialogues without paying attention. it's only when the main characters get into a car and start driving that he realizes he'd promised to pick you up from your friend's party. immediately switches off the movie because he knows you're not paying attention either, and kneels in front of you and looks into your eyes till you blush and look away. brings your head back in place with his fingers on your chin and asks you to remind him when he forgets so that he doesn't have a chance to let you down again. holds your hand through the night when you sleep. clings to you a bit more whenever you're home.

chan

devastated. at himself, at you for not reminding him that he'd forgotten to pick up your outfit from the dry cleaner's last night, at the fact that you're not even scolding him. hates that you won't even look at him except to give him some space to move around in the kitchen. having twelve older brothers, he's used to being kept in shape by them and remembering a lot of things about all of them, so why couldn't he remember this small thing you'd asked him to do? compliments you on how good you look, and is physically hurt when you just nod at him with a small thanks. asks if there's anything he can help you with. hates that you shake your head and say you're just going to read a book. tries making you laugh but ends up embarrassing himself when he trips on the bathroom mat and ends up diving into the bathroom face first. it's not funny, but it gets a smile out of you, and he thinks he's on the path to getting your forgiveness. won't go to sleep till you run your fingers through his hair, holding him close to you.

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sunkissed-zegras · 2 months

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helping them undress as they tiredly tell you their day in brief

maybe with nico?

𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲 | nh¹³

♡ ─ word count | 937

♡ ─ warnings | hurt/comfort?? nico being tired, but just overall fluff content

♡ ─ ev's notes | I LOVE NICO SO MUCHHHH UGH :(

Nico's expression was tired as he stumbled into his living room, throwing his bag across the room. It had been another tiring practice and he felt like he was about to pass out from exhaustion. Not only was practice long and demanding, he barely got any sleep last night and he could not figure why.

He heard the TV and looked on the couch, where you were sitting waiting for him to come home. You turned around at the sound of the door opening and got up happily, a warm smile on your face. Even with his exhaustion, Nico's lips curved up into a smile once he saw you.

"Hey baby!" Your warm voice soothed him immediately as he wrapped his arms around you in an embrace. You could feel how stressed he was just by hugging him, you rubbed his back silently as you both stood there. "You tired?"

Nico let out a tired sigh as he leaned his head against your shoulder, relishing in the comfort of your embrace. "Exhausted," he admitted, his voice muffled against your shirt. "I don't know what's up with me. I just couldn't sleep last night."

You ran your fingers through his hair, understanding evident in your touch. "I'm sorry to hear that, love," you murmured sympathetically. "Maybe it's just stress catching up with you. You've been pushing yourself so hard lately."

Nico nodded, his eyes closing briefly as he let your words sink in. "Yeah, maybe," he agreed softly. "I just... I don't want to let anyone down, you know? There's so much pressure, and I feel like I have to be at the top of my game all the time."

You squeezed him tighter. "You don't have to do it alone, Nico," you reassured him, your voice filled with love. "I'm here for you, no matter what. And I know the team is, too. You're not in this alone."

Nico nodded against your shoulder, his grip tightening a bit before he finally let go. "Yeah, it was a rough one today."

"I know but it's okay, you just need some sleep and it'll be fine." Your warm voice had soothed him as he nodded slowly. "Now come on, let's get you out of those sweaty clothes and into bed. You need some rest."

He nodded as he let you lead him to his room. He sat on the bed as you walked up in between his legs, his hands on your hips as you looked down at his warm brown eyes. You helped him take off his shirt and he let out a tired sigh as the fabric slipped off his shoulders, his muscles relaxing a fraction under your gentle touch.

As the shirt fell to the floor, you couldn't help but admire the lines of his tired face, the determination that still flickered in his eyes despite the weariness that clouded them. "You've been working so hard," you murmured, your voice laced with concern.

Nico met your gaze, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I have to," he replied softly, his voice tinged with resignation. "I want to be my best, for myself and for the team."

You nodded in understanding, your fingers trailing lightly along his jawline, soothing away the tension you found there. "And you are," you assured him, your voice unwavering. "But even the best need rest, Nico. You can't keep pushing yourself like this."

He sighed, leaning into your touch as if seeking comfort in your words. "I know," he admitted, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "I just... I don't want to let anyone down."

Your heart ached at the raw honesty in his words, the weight of his responsibilities pressing down on him like a heavy burden. "You won't," you promised, your voice firm.

"Thank you," he murmured, his voice laced with exhaustion yet filled with appreciation. As you finished undressing him, he couldn't help but admire the kindness in your eyes.

Once he was in more comfortable clothes, you guided him under the covers. Nico settled into the softness of the mattress, exhaustion weighing heavily on him. You joined him, sitting on the edge of the bed and running your fingers through his hair.

"I wish I knew why I couldn't sleep," Nico confessed, his voice a mixture of frustration and fatigue. "It's like my mind just won't shut off."

You continued to stroke his hair, "sometimes it happens, love."

"You sleepin' here tonight?" Nico yawned as he blinked up at you, his under eyes dark with exhaustion.

You smiled down at him, a reassuring glint in your eyes. "Of course, I am. Right by your side," you replied. "I'll make sure you get a good night's sleep."

You let Nico close his eyes as you got under the covers with him, the warm enveloping you. As soon as you laid down, Nico's arms found you and pulled you even closer. His touch was gentle but somehow possessive, seeking reassurance that you were there with him.

Wrapped in the cocoon of warmth, you nestled against him, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest. The room was filled with a quiet calmness as the two of you found solace in each other's company.

"Thank you," Nico mumbled, his voice soft and drowsy.

You pressed a tender kiss to his forehead. "No need to thank me. We take care of each other, right?"

Nico nodded, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Right," he whispered, his exhaustion making his words even more endearing. "I love you." Nico muttered and your heart swelled.

"I love you too, Nico."

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nexysworld · 8 months

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Summary: Things go awry when your undercover mission involves 'marrying' another agent - suffice it to say your boyfriend isn't thrilled. Based on this request. Pairing: RE6!Leon x DSO Fem!Reader Tags: Fluff, my poor attempt at humor, not beta read. No use of y/n WC: 1028

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"Are you sure you guys will tell him? I haven't been able to reach him yet." You felt ridiculous about the whole thing - a fake wedding? That was something right out of some cheesy made-for-tv movie. It honestly shouldn't even have bothered you that Leon hadn’t been made aware, it wasn't like you were actually cheating on him. Still though, it just felt like something he should know, since you would be kissing another man. Didn't help that it was Chris Redfield of all people too. "Of course, he's supposed to be getting back from that China mission today, right? We'll make sure he's in the loop." Helena assured, with a smile. If it hadn't been for your nerves and focus on the mission, you probably would've caught the way Sherry’s face contorted as she held back laughter, hiding behind the brunette woman.

"Thanks, I really appreciate it." The rest of your time was spent having your hair teased and curled, layers upon layers of makeup being applied to your face. It felt like hours had passed before you were finally deemed worthy enough to be set loose for the main affair. All the while Helena and Sherry sat together cracking up over something that they spoke to each other in hushed whispers about. “What’s so funny?” You finally asked. “Oh nothing.” Was the only reply. “You wouldn’t get it, it's an inside joke.”

“Uh huh…” Not fully convinced by their statement, you wanted to pry further, but let it go not having the time to interrogate them.

As you walked towards the makeshift altar, you couldn't help but steal a glance at Chris, who was looking just as uneasy as you felt. He was standing so stiff in the suit, more like a statue than a groom. Hopefully your acting was better than his, or this whole thing would be a bust. The doors to the side of the chapel opened, and much to your surprise you found Leon walking through. It was obvious that he was fresh off the plane by his messy-blonde locks and the fact he hadn't even taken his tactical gear off. You recognized the irritated look on his face, and it made your stomach drop.

The ceremony went by in a blur, mind racing with thoughts of Leon and how he was feeling. ‘Why does he look so upset? They had to have told him or he wouldn’t even be here.’ You barely registered the words being spoken by the officiant, speaking only when it was your turn. It had only just registered for you that it was time for the kiss. Chris leaned in, and you closed your eyes, trying to focus on the task at hand, and not to your boyfriend staring daggers from the pew.

Before your lips connected though, you were interrupted by the sound of Leon's voice cutting through the air. "Alright, what the fuck is going on here?"

A couple of gasps were heard from the crowd, you ignored them to make eye contact with the blonde who's boots loudly thrummed against the floor as he made his way over to you and your fake groom. "At what point were you planning on telling me that you were leaving me? Maybe I'll get a postcard from the honeymoon?" "Lee, I-" "I don’t care that I’m interrupting your little ceremony – save it. I can't believe you'd do this to me, and with Chris of all people?" "Leon, stop." You half whispered to him, trying to get him to calm down without alerting the crowd to anything suspicious. "I need you to calm down." "Calm down? I go away on a mission and when I come back you're getting married --" "Leon please, it's not what you think." You pleaded, trying to get him to lower his voice. "It's not real." He paused for a moment bewildered by what you said. "What do you mean it's not real?"

Letting out an exasperated sigh, you leaned in to whisper to him. "It's not a real wedding. It's for a mission Chris and I are working on, an undercover mission." "An undercover mission?" He repeated as if the words were foreign to him. There was a brief moment of silence before realization came washing over his features. ”Oh shit.” “Yeah oh shit.” You chided through gritted teeth. Any further discussion was cut off by the sound of Chris’ voice. “I’m sorry folks.” Chris said with a weary tone. “I think my fiancé and I need some time to work this situation out.” He put one hand on your back and the other on Leon’s ushering the two of you back to the dressing room. The moment the door closed, you were already going off again. “Did you seriously think I would just get married to someone else while you were away?” “Well, no… I guess not.” “You guess not?” You felt the vein above your right eyebrow begin to throb with annoyance. “I just don’t understand why you didn’t tell me.” “For starters you were in China. But besides that, Rebecca and Sherry were supposed to tell you for me – wait a minute, if you weren’t told how did you even know to come to the church?”

“Well uh…” Leon reached into his pocket to pull out his phone. It took him a moment to unlock it before handing it over, revealing a message thread. The number said ‘Unknown’ and the only thing included was a picture of you in the gown along with the address. “What the –”

The unmistakable sound of laughter filled the room as the two culprits decided to enter. “We’re sorry.” Sherry said. “We just thought it would be a little funny to keep Leon on his toes.” “Yeah, we figured it would be a little harmless fun, we didn’t expect him to get here so soon.” Helena added. “But man, the look on his face – priceless.” Leon’s mouth hung open at the girls’ words, you could tell his brain was working overtime to process the situation. You had to admit, it was funny to look at. Kissing him on the cheek you joined in the laughter.

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chromonomatic · 1 year

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|| YANDERE GENSHIN IMPACT [ COLLEGE AU ] [ PART THREE / FOUR ]

"Why must there exist a world where suffering is the norm ? Why must there be a high possibility of losing your loved ones by the hands of others ?"

"Stay with me, my beloved, as we continue our routines together, forever.. And ever.. And ever"

[ Characters mentioned : Ayato, Heizou, Diluc, Kaeya ]

[ Third year ]

Ayato, the current head of the Kamisato Clan and is the Yashiro Commissioner, his actions unpredictable, his words vague and may hide a different meaning behind them, but despite that, he is a well known student despite keeping a low profile.

And as the older brother of Ayaka, it is his job to keep her safe and protected at all times, hence his worry whenever she's away for too long, and it seems as though that is the same with you.

Although don't think too much of it, it's only natural, right?

Huh.. How did he appear by your doorstep? How did he find out your address? Oh, he came there to pick you up and drive you to school? Weird, but you appreciate the help, even though he didn't have to..

The rides from your house to school and vice versa are anything but boring, probably because Ayaka is there, and you quickly lose track of time, and when you least expect it, you're already at the entrance of the gate.

Ayato replies and makes his opinions from time to time, but not always, he just listens to both of you and Ayaka's rants the whole ride, he doesn't seem bothered by it one bit.

Ayaka was the one to introduce you to Ayato when both of you were hanging out, he gave the impression of someone cold yet protective, but the cold part faded away when you actually tried to socialise with the Yashiro Commissioner, it was nice, you suppose.

It's fun being with them, even though Ayato isn't always available with his work, at least he sometimes uses his spare time to hang out, even though he could've been resting at that time.

You always tell him to rest, but he doesn't even listen! The most he could do is lay down, but he won't even close his eyes.

How do you know that? You've visited their house from time to time, you suppose it's worth it if it means free food.

[ Third year ]

Heizou? Why yes, with his detective like skills, there is simply almost nothing you could hide from him, his intentions are something that most people don't know, but for others to see his intentions, they just have to watch very closely, anything could be considered a hint from this guy, one look away and you already could've missed something!

He is flirty, and he knows that very well, not too cheesy, and it all just comes out of nowhere, but rest assured that he is genuine with any compliments and praises he gives you, you just have to get used to it, really.

His eyes are sharp, and when i mean sharp i really mean it, it's like he knows your very being, able to crack the protective shell of every secret you have, and he doesn't mind if it's embarrassing or anything like that.

It's alright, you could come to him for help, he will in a heartbeat! He's whipped and he knows that all too well.

He doesn't mind, though, you managed to catch his attention fair and square, you didn't use anything extraordinary, but you're just yourself, he could see very clearly that you didn't mean to catch the attention of his rivals there but what could you do? Nothing, you just wanted to survive college, that's it.

But you're getting extra help today, you can't say no.

You met him in a mall a few days ago, saying something about wanting to be friends or something.

I guess he has his own reasons as to why he approached you, but mainly curiosity.

One thing is for sure though, is that he knows that you're well aware of the harem you accidentally created.

[ Third year ]

Darknight hero? Darknight hero.

Diluc, holding a well known title as the uncrowned king of the University, One mention of his name is enough to make the females blush, and yes, I mean Donna.

His fiery red hair is something you couldn't possibly not see in a crowd, no matter how busy it is, even in the night, so it's absolutely easy to tell whenever he's nearby!.. Which should be a little concerning since he always seems to appear in places you frequent.

You wonder if it is just you or is Diluc approaching you right now? Just you?

That's.. Okay? He gave you something.. Something.. Oh, food.

Diluc is not one to always be available at any given time, he is as busy as Jean, or Zhongli, but what could i say? He does handle business, so it is absolutely understandable if he's always busy all the time.

He could only just watch back in the sidelines as you communicate with your suitors (who just won't take no for an answer) but is he any better? He obviously won't take no for an answer either!

You absolutely need protection, his protection, the world is just so cruel.. and unforgiving! And -- you don't deserve to be standing there, vulnerable to anything and everything that could and will take away your innocence!

It doesn't help that you're so warm -- so gentle.. He just couldn't explain it.

All the more reason for him to protect you! But really though.. Do you really have to talk to those suitors of yours? I mean.. You probably don't even know that you created a harem (you do) but can't you see them plotting all of those ways to make you stay? (You could see it clearly)

You once entered his Tavern just to pick up a friend of yours that was heavily drunk, and when i say drunk, i really mean it.

He often looks back on the day when you two met.

[ Third year ]

Kaeya, the flirt of the day! Replaces Heizou and Lisa fairly quickly, but they don't even take the spot for just one day, for Kaeya always attends the University, no joke.

Just another student for females, and sometimes males to obsess over, every time he opens his locker, it would always be loaded with love letters, ranging from rather cringe ones to letters that are too cheesy to letters that are actually thought about carefully to poetic ones.

Usually it's the way too cheesy ones.

But! When you thought that he'd take compliments smoothly and calmly, you didn't think he'd be this.. This red from the blush!

It now just became your personal hobby to tease him with compliments every time, he's way too red! The ideal state you'd want to see Kaeya in.

Sometimes you'd just sneak up behind him to surprise him.. Then shower him with compliments afterwards, but! You have a good reason.. You were just bored.. Was that a good enough reason?

Unlike him, you aren't too red when receiving compliments, just a little bit, nothing too hard to hide, which is probably why Kaeya would also often shower you in compliments, failing miserably, he does not want to talk about it.

Just a simple duo, nothing more, nothing less, although Kaeya wants to change the duo to lovers, you don't seem that interested in him, or someone else.

You're good at hiding your emotions, but he is known as the mischievous genius for a reason, he knows that you'll like him someday.. Someday..

He and Diluc met you at the same time, same place, in the Tavern, having to pick up your drunk friend to take her home, of course he would help you!

And so he did.

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seangelfish · 8 months

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Hello! May I ask for red chrysanthemums and peony for Himeru? Thank you so much in advance!!

A/N: I enjoyed writing this one as you could see...

HiMERU

🌼 red chrysanthemums: how long does it take for them to say ‘i love you’?

– Takes a while, actually. He doesn't know when to say it. He is unsure whether to even say it to you at all. But he loves you, he loves you so much, and it shows through all his acts of service that he does for you.

You return home from a long day at work, exhausted. But before you could lay down in bed, you remember that you hadn't tidied up the mess you made on the kitchen room table last night. However, when you enter the kitchen, the only thing you find is your lover drinking a cup of tea.

"Welcome back, my love," HiMERU greets you, pulling a chair out of the table for you to sit beside him. He had brewed you a cup as well.

"HiMERU, did you...?" you trail off.

"Yes, all your notes are in this binder," he replies.

You flip through the binder to see that he has organised all your notes to their respectful places.

"You must've had a busy day today," he continues. "Drink up, alright? I'll prepare a bath for you when you're finished here."

You were about to cry at that moment, grateful to be with someone like him, but you sucked it up and sat beside him, leaning your head onto his shoulder as the two of you drank your tea in comfortable silence.

– He wants to tell you that he loves you, he really does, but due to the complexity of his 'character' which is HiMERU, he doesn't think it's right for him to say it.

– But he loves you. The real 'him' loves you.

– Eventually, it isn't HiMERU who tells you this, but you. You take it in your own hands to tell him that you love him, assuring him that you love him and only him, no matter what he thinks of himself.

– Once you tell him those words, he won't be able to contain himself any longer. He'll return those words to you as he holds you tightly.

"(Y/N), I love you more than you could ever know."

🌼 peony: how do they get their s/o to blush? how does their s/o make them blush?

– It's extremely easy to get flustered with HiMERU being your boyfriend. He's a handsome man, sexy even. His performances and charisma on stage show it, and it even makes you blush when you watch them!

– Even off stage, HiMERU is just eye candy. Sometimes he catches you staring at him and you immediately blush. He doesn’t need to do anything for you to get so flustered.

– However, when he does try, all he needs to do is whisper in your ear, telling you nothing but sweet things. He even cups your cheek before planting a kiss on your lips.

– To get him to blush though? Oh, that’s going to be a challenge. He’s a mild-mannered man, and he's able to control his emotions very well. He’s always so calm, so it’s hard to make him blush the way he does it to you.

– The only way to get him to blush is by sleeping. Of course, the constant affection that you give him does make his heart flutter, but you just don't see it in his cheeks. He doesn't blush as much as you, perhaps only a hint of light pink can be seen, but it's not too clear.

– So, by being next to him in bed as you get your good nights rest, HiMERU realises how lucky he is to have you. He's thankful that you came into his life, the way you acknowledge all his flaws, but love him nonetheless. He appreciates how you love him unconditionally. Seeing you sleep next to him so peacefully makes him realise all of that, and he just can't help but blush. He blushes not only because you look beautiful as you're sleeping but because of how beautiful you are as a person.

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natasha-in-space · 1 year

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A family get-together

GE!Saeran/gn!reader;

You and the twins decide to arrange a small picnic to make some flower-crowns and bond. Fluffy Choi family shenanigans follow suit.

You were grinning practically from ear to ear as you carefully examined the image on your phone screen. This one was definitely among your favorites for today. Nodding approvingly at the finished product, you quickly put away the device into your chest pocket and clapped your hands to catch the boys' attention once more.

"Okay guys, this one turned out great! You two look very natural, I can't wait to show you the finished result!"

You could see Saeyoung waving both of his arms at you with such enthusiasm in his movements, you'd assume that he was greeting you from a long flight home or something. The thought made you chuckle lightly as you nestled in your cozy corner under a tall tree.

"Hey-hey, Y/N! How come you're not in any of our pictures so far!? As the oldest ruling head of the upstanding House Choi, I consider such ordeal completely unacceptable to our proud family name!" The older twin's booming voice echoed across the serene meadow that you three decided to make your resting place a few hours ago. The stark contrast of such a loud noise when compared to the peaceful silence which was surrounding you mere seconds prior almost made you choke on air for a brief moment, before you managed to regain your composure once more. Judging by your partner's startled reaction, you weren't the only one taken aback by such an overenthusiastic response coming from the older twin.

Saeran grimaced, giving his brother a disapproving side-eye and huffing under his breath. Though, you could notice the faint signs of an amused smile tugging on the corners of his lips, despite his best efforts to conceal his enjoyment with Saeyoung's silly antics.

"There is no such thing as 'House Choi'... And there's no need to raise your voice like that when they're merely a few feet away from you. But... I do have to agree with you there, Hyung." He quickly glanced your way, adorably tilting his head to the side, as a curious puppy would. "You're an important part of our family now too, Y/N. It doesn't seem right to exclude you from our shared get-together like this. Just like Saeyoung said: you should be in these pictures as well."

You smiled bashfully, feeling quite flattered by the notion of being considered an official part of their close-knit family. It was an honor to share such a precious bond with these two brothers that have become so incredibly important to you throughout everything that you had to go through together. Still, you didn't want to barge in on their shared family time like this. After all, they had a whole lot to catch up on, and you wanted to provide them with all the freedom they may need.

So, you brushed off their concerns with one wave of your hand. At the end of the day, you felt more than content to simply observe them from a safe distance and capture those fleeting moments flickering between them, that you felt were most precious.

"I appreciate you thinking of me, my love, but I can assure you, that I'm totally fine! We'll have tons of other get-togethers in the future, but, for now, I just want to help you guys create some wonderful photos. It's nice to have something tangible that reminds you of some great moments you made!" You beamed, blowing a quick kiss in your boyfriend's direction and watching him flush seemingly in an instant, with a ridiculously dopey grin brightening up his soft features. It amused you even to this day, just how affectionate Saeran was when it came to you specifically. Some small part of you somewhat expected him to lose his interest in you as time passed by, but the total opposite of that was true. No matter how much time and new experiences you've shared side by side, his love for you was blooming all the same, if not even brighter. You even felt somewhat bad for ever doubting him.

Though, your reminiscing was quickly interrupted by the high-pitched whine coming from the redhead that was now sprawled out on the grass like a spoiled cat begging for attention.

"No~! I simply refuse to accept such an unfair predicament! I need my trusted sibling-in-law, I'm sure about that... Your absence is completely destroying my ability at flower crown making!"

You couldn't help but burst out laughing at his ridiculous hijinks as Saeran merely raised a brow in his brother's direction, seemingly unamused.

"They're not destroying anything, you're merely being way too rough with the stems, I told you that. Flowers are not wires, Saeyoung." He uttered, quickly coming to your defense even in this laughably silly argument.

Yup, to say that Saeyoung was not a natural at the craft of flower crown making would be an understatement. While Saeran has already managed to create at least a dozen of carefully knit flower crowns with all kinds of different blooms peeking out from under the bright green leaves, the older twin was successful at producing merely a pair of slightly bent flower crowns, to his absolute dismay. It seemed that he simply lacked the patience and gentleness of touch needed to shape a perfect flower crown. Just like Saeran has noted, he was treating the fragile wildflowers as if they were tough wires for him to bend and shape however he pleased. Though, it's not like Saeyoung was incapable of being careful with his hands - quite the opposite, actually. You've seen him working at his various robotic creations more times than you could possibly count, and his concentration was something you were even quite jealous of!

Perhaps, he was just too excited to be patient right now.

Saeyoung whimpered pitifully, covering his face with both of his hands and making his voice sound as if he was seriously crying his eyes out over his failed attempts at the perfect flower crown. And while you managed to catch onto his act right away, it looked like he was successful at tricking Saeran, judging by his genuinely concerned reaction as he bent over his twin to take a better look at his facial expression. It was quite cute to see him feeling this troubled with Saeyoung's well-being over something so trivial. Though, before he could recognize his brother's scarily convincing performance, you decided to finally get up from your distant spot and make your way over to the compact picnic blanket laid out on the soft summer grass. Saeran's attention was instantly redirected to you as he smiled warmly at your presence, reaching out for you in order to place a quick kiss on the back of your hand.

You giggled as you settled close to his side, bending forward and ruffling Saeyoung's bright red hair in a playful manner. This seemed to crumble his little act in a matter of seconds, as his dramatic whining was quickly replaced by the joyous snickering, much to Saeran's surprise.

Without a doubt, he totally knew what he was doing, and he enjoyed the attention he was getting to the fullest. Still, it was quite refreshing for you to see him being this lively again, which is why you merely chuckled at his antics, laying your head onto Saeran's shoulder and nuzzling affectionately into his shirt.

Perhaps, it's not so bad to be a little bit selfish every once in a while.

"Well, 'the oldest ruling head of the upstanding House Choi', now that I'm here, why don't we try again? See if my presence changes up much." You felt Saeran shift just a tiny bit beside you as you spoke, turning his head in your direction and placing a gentle kiss on the skin of your cheek, which quickly made your heart skip a beat.

Gosh, you really were missing him out there after all.

"While I still think that this whole 'House Choi' thing is simply ridiculous, I do believe that your presence in itself can bring good luck, my love. After all, you've been nothing but a miracle ever since you came into our lives." He murmured, delicately squeezing your hand in his own with a soft chuckle escaping past his lips.

However, before you could retort his lovey-dovey remarks with something of your own making, you were harshly interrupted by the older twin once more, as he quickly perked up into a sitting position and frantically waved his hands to get your attention.

"Hey-hey! You two lovebirds can flirt all you want after we finish the perfect flower crown!"

You snorted, raising a brow at him: "Is there really such a thing as a 'perfect flower crown' though?"

Saeyoung hummed, tapping his chin, seemingly lost in thought, all while Saeran merely sighed, pressing his cheek comfortably against the top of your head. This was definitely way better than watching them from afar.

Finally, the older Choi came up with the response, swiftly fixing his glasses and running a hand through his hair in a false bravado.

"Why of course there is, my adorable sibling-in-law! And the secret to a perfect flower crown is..." He purposefully stretched out his final words, drumming his fingers on his thigh to create a drum roll effect. At this point, you couldn't help the hushed laughter seeping through your lips, which only seemed to egg him on further.

"Ta-da! The answer is: love and care. The flowers got to feel the love coming from those who are shaping them! That's why we have to work together: they'll definitely feel the love if we create one beautiful flower crown with our shared efforts~"

This time, you heard a snicker coming from Saeran. "You're just trying to get us to do all the work for you, aren't you?"

Saeyoung let out a shocked gasp in response, puffing out his cheeks and grumpily folding his arms across his chest. "Who? Me? Now, why would I ever do something like that, dear brother of mine?"

Before this silly exchange could go on any further, you decided to step in, raising your free hand and shushing the redhead by putting a finger to his lips.

"Okay-okay, we'll do that. But, you'll have to do something in return for our services... Isn't that right, my love?" You grinned mischievously, winking at your partner, who was quick to laugh at your playful behavior, before simply nodding in agreement to your suggestion.

Though, the words that he spoke next were quite different in their nature.

"You know, I'm really glad that we decided to spend some time together like this. All three of us. Sometimes, it's still hard for me to believe that all of this is even... real. I'd never imagined that my life would turn out this way." Saeran murmured, picking up a buttercup flower resting next to a bundle of unfinished flower crowns. He didn't at all sound upset, but there was a hint of melancholy briefly flickering in his gaze as he spoke. When you looked back at Saeyoung to see his reaction, you could notice the same kind of glint in his own golden eyes, even despite his genuinely warm smile warding off your concerns. You could feel your heart clenching in your chest. Still, you decided to keep quiet for now, simply running your thumb over the soft skin of Saeran's hand in a comforting manner.

"...I know what you mean, Saeran. This peace and happiness are something we've never quite known before, right? And yet, somehow, we managed to find our happy ending. No matter what hurdles life threw at us, we found each other in the end, despite it all. Though, we have Y/N to thank for that." Saeyoung confessed, darting his gaze in your direction as he finished his thought. His smile felt somewhat bittersweet to you, but you could see that he was being truly sincere right now.

Saeran hummed, tenderly pulling you closer to his chest. You could feel the steady beat of his heart against your body as you shifted into a more comfortable position take a better look at his face.

"Yes. They're the miracle that brought us together. I'll be forever thankful for getting to meet someone as wonderful and bright as you, my love... I love you. I love you so much that it's hard to put into words..."

You reached up in order to gently cup his warm cheek into the palm of your hand, feeling a loving smile form itself on your lips before you finally spoke up.

"I know. I love you too, sunshine... But, I wasn't the one that saved you, nor Saeyoung. I did give you courage when you needed it most, and I was always there to support you in your journey... However, it was you that accomplished this happy ending. Both of you had to keep fighting against all odds and go through so much hardships... It was your choices that brought you here, not mine. I just... helped you a little bit from time to time, that's all!" You giggled as you playfully tapped the tip of his nose with your finger. The way that Saeran leaned into your touch with a small grateful smile tugging at the corners of his lips made your heart feel warmer than the summer sun itself. You could hear Saeyoung's warm laughter at your sweet exchange, suddenly reminding you that you had an audience.

"I say all of this reminiscing calls for another photo."

You grinned, looking back at him.

"How about a group hug?"

"Another photo after the group hug it is!"

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myreygn · 2 years

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omg hi since fic rqs are open, can i request lee!camilo from encanto? the ler can be your choice^^ i’m excited to see what you come up with!

show yourself!

summary: Camilo has the audacity to hide Mirabel's knitting materials and disguise himself as Isabella to avoid the consequences. And he would've gotten away with it, if only he hadn't made one small mistake.

an: sorry this took so long and i hope you see and like it anon, thank you sm for requesting smth!

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Of course it had only been a matter of time until Mirabel would discover her missing knitting materials, but Camilo had honestly hoped he would get some more than just twenty seconds to hide them. But no, of course luck just wasn’t on his side today. He gulped when he heard his cousin barge through her door upstairs and quickly hid his loot in one of the huge plant things Isabella had put all over the house, then he made his way to the living room, trying to figure out an escape plan.

His steps caused a loud echo and Camilo flicked his fingers against the wall. "Casita! Sht! You'll give me away!"

The wall's stones made a few click sounds, as if the house snickered, then the door flew open and a furious Mirabel Madrigal came storming into the room.

"Isa! Have you seen Camilo?!"

"No, I haven't." Camilo thanked all the gods there were that he had had the presence of mind to transform himself into someone else and throw himself onto the sofa, grabbing the nearest book. 'A Guide To Local Healing Plants'... whatever, this would do. "Can't you see I'm busy, Mira? Next time better think twice before barging into a room like that, people live here!"

"Jeesh, alright, I'm sorry. Tell me when you see him, okay?" Mirabel made her way towards the exit and Camilo allowed himself a celebratory cheer on the inside - then his cousin froze in her tracks and turned around, her eyes narrowed and hands on her hips in that wonderfully reproachful manner she must've picked up from Abuela. Without even realizing what exactly it was, Camilo knew that he had made a mistake and he felt a shiver run down his spine. His cheer had probably jinxed it.

“Actually, I don’t think we’re done here just yet.” An undeniable sense of nervosity arose in Camilo when Mirabel came over to stand in front of the sofa and stare him down. It took all of his nerve to not drop the annoyed facade of his oldest cousin. “Are you 100% sure that you’re Isa?”

“What the hell are you on about- of course I am!”

“Let me be a little more specific for you. Are you 100% sure that you are, inside and outside, my older sister Isabella Madrigal?”

“Listen, I don’t know about you, but I actually have something to do here, so I’d really appreciate it if you left me, Isabella, alone! Because yes, I am 100% sure!” Fairly pleased with his performance, Camilo returned his gaze to the book in his hands, only to be interrupted once more when Mirabel leaned forward and right into his personal space.

“The thing is just, I’m finding it very hard to believe you.” A truly terrifying smirk appeared on her face, making Camilo shiver. “There are only three people in this entire family who call me Mira, and rest assured, dear cousin, Isabella is not one of them.”

Camilo knew that this was probably the point at which he should just drop the act and confess, but when has Camilo Madrigal ever backed down from an acting challenge? “Can’t I even call my sister Mira when I feel like it?”

“Oh, you wanna play? Alright, we’ll play.” With that, Mirabel’s hands latched onto his sides, squeezing and drawing a surprised shriek from Camilo. Shit. “I promise you, you won’t be able to hold this mask for much longer! I know all of your tickle spots and we’ll just go through them, alright? Are we on the same page?”

Despite the giggles spilling out of his mouth, Camilo somehow still found the composure to get cocky with her. “Ihi dohon’t know how Cahamilo’s spots ahare gonnaha be ohof use for yohou! Ihi’m ohobviously nohot Cahamiloho!”

“Yet you’re laughing, even though Isa’s not that ticklish on her sides.”

Camilo was very much aware that Mirabel had the upper hand, but he was determined to not give her the satisfaction of exposing him just yet. “I aham Isahaha, stahahapt tahalkihing to mehe ahas if Ihi’m nahat hehere!”

“Sure… let’s go on to the next spot then. If I recall correctly, Isa is very ticklish riiiight… here!” Mirabel lifted her eyebrows at the burst of laughter that exploded from Camilo’s mouth. “Oha, seems like you’re too!”

“Behecahahahause Ihihi’m-”

“You’re not, stop pretending.” Mirabel grinned as she wiggled her fingers into the spaces between his ribs. (Why couldn’t his sensitivities and ticklishness also change when he put on a different exterior?! Isabella was not nearly half as ticklish as himself, everything would be so much easier!) “I can tell, because Isa is very ticklish there, but Camilo is veeery ticklish there. Just make this easier for both of us and show yourself!”

“Ihi dohon’t knowhow whahahat yohou’re tahahalkihing ahabout…”

“Oh, you will!” Mirabel’s grin turned wicked. “Let’s see… there’s one more spot we could go to.” Gosh, if that wasn’t unsettling. Camilo squawked when his cousin pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips, facing his legs. He couldn’t even kick properly in Isabella’s stupid dress! “Any last words, Camilo?”

“Y-you wihish!”

“Alright, that’s it.”

All of Camilo’s intentions to keep his act up as long as possible flew right out the window when Mirabel squeezed both of his knees at the same time. He didn’t even notice the transformation back into his own body; at this point he was shrieking at the top of his lungs, banging his fists on the couch and fighting for his bare survival.

“There you are!” Mirabel had turned around to grin down at him, all while not stopping her assault on his poor knees for one second. “I knew you were in there! Now, where did you put my knitting stuff?”

“IHI- I- GAHAHA MIHIRAHAHAHA!”

“Okay, okay.” She slowed down a little. “So?”

“Ihi- ihit’s in thahahat plahant ohover theheheAAAHAHA NAHAHA! IHI TAHAHALD YOHOU WEHEHERE IHI PUHUT IHIT- STAHAHAHAP!”

“Nah.” Mirabel gave him another little smirk before turning back to focus on his knees again. “I think you kinda deserve to go through this a little bit longer.”

#rey writes #tword fic #encanto #encanto (disney)#camilo madrigal #mirabel madrigal #ticklish!camilo #lee!camilo #ler!mirabel #isabella makes a guest appearance if you squint lol

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lulubelle814 · 6 months

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Just Dizziness - Chapter 36

Instead of going home to Tom, I called her yesterday.

“It’s completely ok. You’re both entitled to your frustrations. As long as you talk about them. Mind you, how you both found out about them may not have been the best, but it’s better late than not at all. As long as you communicate and want to work on it. That’s what matters.”

“I’m just so tired of all these blank spots, and hearing him say that? I already feel bad enough. Now I feel worse because I know I'm a burden. I know this has to be awful for him. I'm just so confused at times and didn't want to burden him further."

“It’s ok. This isn’t a situation that tends to happen to everyone, but the bond you two have is incredible. Plus you’ve got me, Emma, Bobby, and so many others."

I wish that helped me feel better. "I appreciate that, more than you know, but I feel like I need some time for myself, you know? "

“I understand." She looked at her watch. "I’d better head home. It's getting late. I think I’ve made Ben worry long enough. Will you be okay?"

"I'm alright. I need some alone time. You should get home, though."

Sophie pulled me into a hug. "You are always welcome to call or text me anytime, alright?"

I agreed, and we parted ways.

I remember thinking about heading home. I had resumed my walk, only stopping by the bakery for some pudding. When I made it to our street, I stopped. I just couldn't see him, at least not yet. So instead I kept walking, finally stopping at the nearby park and sat on a bench.

Next thing I knew, it was well past dark. I still didn't want to go home, but I couldn't stay out all night either. Finally turning my phone back on, I texted the only person who came to mind. About twenty minutes later, a car pulled up, and Sophie was there.

I cried in her arms, and she just held me. After a few minutes, she led me back to her car. Ben was driving. She assured me that he was under strict instruction not to tell Tom anything.

So here I was in their guest bedroom. There was a knock on the door. "How're you feeling?"

I shrugged and curled back up in the bed, not really responding.

"Why don't you come to the kitchen and get something to eat?"

Food was the last thing on my mind. "Not hungry."

She tried again, but I still declined.. I didn't feel just didn't feel like getting up nor eating, and who knows what Ben thought about the whole thing. With a sigh, she relented and left me alone, closing the door behind her.

Tom's POV

I woke up in bed, alone. Ben called last night letting me know she was safe but wanted to be alone, making him and his wife promise to keep quiet about her whereabouts, but he knew he couldn't do that. He made me swear not to turn up at his house, that he would keep an eye on her for me.

I can't blame her. I royally fucked up.

My phone dinged, and I quickly reached for it, hoping it was her. Looking at the screen, it was just a text from mum.

Mum: Wanted to check in and see how you're doing?

How exactly do I tell her my wife didn't come home last night?

Tom: I'm tired. Didn't sleep well.

Mum: I'm so sorry. Bad dreams?

Tom: You could say that.

Mum: Take it easy today. Rest if you can.

Tom: I'll try.

It took everything in me not to just run out the door and over to Ben's. I missed my wife and hated that I caused her to hurt, but he said she needed space.

Ben's POV

Soph came back to the kitchen alone which I found concerning.

"She's still in bed. All she said was that she wasn't hungry. I'm worried, Ben."

When we picked her up last night, I hated the idea of Tom not knowing anything. So while Sophie was out of the car getting her, I called Tom who interrupted me before I could say anything.

"Have you heard from her? Is she okay?"

"She called Soph just a bit ago, but if I tell you, you have to swear you won't say or do anything."

"You know I can't promise that. Where is she? Why didn't she c….."

"TOM! Listen, I don't have much time. You need to promise me you'll stay put and not do anything rash. If you don't, I can't tell you anything."

I heard silence on his side for a moment and then a resigned sigh.

"Alright. You win."

"We're picking her up right now. She'll stay at our place in the guestroom."

"Thank you, Ben."

Checking on the ladies, I saw them heading back to the car.

"I've got to go. I'll keep an eye on her for you, mate. I promise."

I sipped my tea, choosing my next words carefully. "Tom isn't faring well either."

She looked at me dead on. "You told him, didn't you?"

I can never get anything past her. "Of course I did. He deserved to know." Resigned, she threw her hands up before sitting at the table. I made her a cuppa then joined her.

"You're right, but she needs some distance, time to sort through her thoughts."

"I know, but I made him swear not to barge over here for that very reason."

Her head dropped to rest on the table. "I wish I knew what to do. "

I shifted closer, stroking her hair. "Me, too. It's a shitty situation, and all we can do right now is what we're already doing: support her and give her space to process. At least she's here where we can keep an eye on her rather than some hotel room completely alone."

She sighed. "That's true." I pulled her into my lap, cradling her. Neither of us said anything for a while.

"I should get her some clean clothes to wear." With that, she got up and headed to our room in search of said clothes.

Chapter 37

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matenrou-fan · 1 year

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I didn't have that much time yesterday as I was kinda overwhelmed with getting several of Doppo's cards at once, but today I have more time and energy..

Happy birthday, Doppo. Happy birthday, my dear salaryman, my sweet little star, you're the reason why I fall so deep in this fandom, and why I'm still here for so long.

I'm wishing you only the best thing in this life! More sleep and rest, of course. Because despite it's a good trait to be a hard worker, you deserve more peace in your life! Remember that your own life and health cost much more than any paperwork can ever be.

Much more strength. I don't want to say you're weak or something! Actually, the way you keep going no matter how bad life treats you shows how much power you have inside you, but I'm telling you about other sorts of power. Power to accept that you also can be weak, that you also can be wrong and power to accept you have a RIGHT to be wrong and not to meet the impossible requests of your boss. Power of not thinking about others but about yourself, and the power of enjoying your life without constant thought about being annoying, stupid or just undesirable for someone. That doesn't matter, my dear, as long as you have fun and feel good. I know that you never would cross the line and violate another's person's personal space anyways, even if you get really bold. Cause you are you, Doppo. A soft and sensitive man who I really love.

And of course I wish you to actually find another job? There's nothing wrong with you, it's the system that makes you feel like that. And I'm pretty sure in another company with a less cruel boss your professionalism will be appreciated very much. Cause what you do, actually, is not just some pathetic work that somehow managed to maintain the lowest bar, it's actually a big, hard job that just no one sees. But it doesn't mean that you also should close your eyes on your own achievements. Even if no one sees, you see, and you should reward yourself for this.

Oh, and of course. On birthdays people always wish a birthday boy to have good friends, but you already have two. I assure you, Jakurai and Hifumi also see your hard work and appreciate you in their life. Never think that you're a burden! I can't speak on their behalf, but I'm sure they are both happy to know they have you by their side. No one cares about Hifumi as much as you, no one helps him with his fear as much as you. You sometimes get annoyed by his silly behavior, but remember it's because he sees you as the safest person in his life. He feels you as a home, as a warm hug, so forgive him for that attitude.

And Jakurai, despite you always seeing him as someone who's higher than you and Hifumin, also needed you. There's two-way support, and with you in his life there's much more interesting things that help Jakurai to remember how to feel emotions too. How to care and how to be cared for. And I'm sure you with Hifumi are one of the reasons why he keeps going, so please, never underestimate your affect on people around you. And accept their effect on you too. Don't let depression flood other feelings in your soul, these two will help you in this.

So.. Once again, happy birthday, my dear! I'm sure there's so many joyful things awaiting you in the new year of your life, be open to them and think about happy moments more than about any failures… I love you, Doppo. <3

#My own text makes me cry omg #【little talks】

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Chapter Eighteen of My Everlasting Light

The final chapter of my Stardew Valley fan fiction about the relationship between Sebastian and my farmer, Lily. Thanks so much to everyone who has read my work so far, I notice and appreciate every like I receive! Please rest assured I have ideas for more stories, this is just the end of the main arc, not the end of Seb & Lily!

Synopsis: Their wedding day has finally arrived and emotions are running high

Cast: Original Female Character, Sebastian, Sam, Emily, Haley, Maru, Robin, Demetrius, Mayor Lewis, all other villagers mentioned

Contents: Established Relationship, Wedding, Family & Friendship Dynamics, Love, Romance, Bonding, Out of Control Soppiness, Emotional Sex, Happy Ending

Warnings: Sexual content (at the very end of the story, extremely mild and non-graphic, emphasis is heavily on the emotional connection, but I thought I'd better label it NSFW just to be on the safe side!)

Forever, With You

"You okay, bro?" Sam asked. Sebastian glanced distractedly at him, then the clock, then fidgeted with his tie for about the fortieth time, then looked at the clock again. "You look nervous as all hell."

The two were waiting in Sam's bedroom for the time when they would head out to the wedding venue. The rest of their families were chattering loudly in the living room and they had moved in here to try and assuage Sebastian's anxiety but Sam wasn't sure if it was working. He had seen his friend on edge before but this was a whole new level. He had spent what seemed like an age pacing back and forth, wringing his hands and, if he hadn't given up smoking, Sam was sure he would have gone through a whole pack by now.

Sebastian sank down on his friend's bed, put his head in his hands and let out a long, heartfelt sigh.

"I'm okay," he said softly. "Really, I am. I just… I can't believe it's actually happening." He looked up and Sam was shocked to see tears glistening in his eyes. "I'm so happy. I never thought in a million years that anything like this would happen to me. I'm going to marry Lily. She's going to be my wife. How did I get this lucky, Sam? Is this really happening?"

He started to cry then, seeming almost surprised by his own tears. Sam let out a sigh of his own and sat down on the bed next to him. He'd known Seb since they were both kids and loved him like a brother. He knew how much he'd suffered, how lost and alone he'd felt for most of his life, and he also knew that right now these tears were probably the best thing that had ever happened to him.

He put an awkward arm around his friend. "Yeah, dude, it's really happening. You've finally found where you belong."

Sebastian let out a sob and the two of them sat together in companionable silence, even Sam knowing that sometimes words just weren't necessary anymore.

"I swear to Yoba, Lily," Haley declared. "If you don't wear some make-up on your wedding day I'm going to have to burn your farm down or something!"

"Haley!" Emily looked shocked and then frowned and folded her arms. "Except for the farm burning I am actually on my sister's side this time. Lily, you just have to do this for your wedding day, I think it's actually the law!"

"They're right!" Maru exclaimed, pointing at her face. "Look at me, I'm a science geek and even I'm wearing lipstick!"

Lily looked at her bridesmaids and then threw up her hands in surrender. "Okay, okay, for the sake of peace. But only a little!" She felt so nervous that she really didn't want to fight with them on this. Besides which, they had all done so much for her today, getting her through the morning when her anxiety had threatened to completely cripple her, helping her into her dress, arranging her hair so beautifully, how could she deny them this one last thing?

"Oh, wonderful!" Haley clapped her hands together. "I'll just go get my stuff! Maru, come help me look for that eyeshadow set, I think you had it last."

Emily and Lily watched as the two girls headed off to Haley's room. When the door closed behind them Emily laid a hand on Lily's shoulder and looked at her in the mirror.

"How are you doing, hun?" she asked. "Now that they've gone, you can tell me the truth."

"Oh, Em," Lily's face crumpled and tears started to fall. "I'm so nervous I can't stand it! I'm afraid of all the people that are going to be there, of being the centre of attention, that I'm not going to look right, that I'll make a fool of myself, that…"

"Hey, shush now," Emily spun the chair her friend was sitting in around, knelt down and gathered her into her arms. "Now stop all that, shush." She patted her softly on the back. "You look beautiful and you are going to be just fine. Why don't you tell me what this day is really all about, hmm? Why don't you tell me what you want more than anything right now?"

"I want Seb!" Lily wailed. "I want my Sebby, I want to be in his arms right now. I love him so much!"

"That's right, Lily," Emily gently stroked her hair. "That's what you want and that's what this day is all about. It's about you and Seb. All you need to worry about is being with him, okay? Keep your heart focused on that and everything else will flow perfectly because that's how love works."

Haley and Maru returned at that moment, make-up bags in hand, chattering brightly, then stopped and gazed in confusion at the sobbing bride. Emily waved a meaningful hand in their direction and for once, the normally exuberant girls immediately understood and sat down beside the two of them, adding their own quiet, comforting arms to the mix.

"Mom, if you make my tie any tighter you're gonna choke me!" Sebastian exclaimed as his mother fussed over his shirt collar. "You know I'm just going to loosen it again the moment you leave."

"Oh, I know, Sebby," his mom lifted a hand to her face to wipe away a tear. "I'm sorry, you just look so handsome. Oh… my little Sebby… getting married..."

"Now, now, come on dear," Demetrius caught her by the shoulders and started to lead her away. "You need to take your seat, the ceremony will be starting soon."

"I know, I'm coming!" Robin flapped a hand at him and turned to her son one last time. "I'm so proud of you, Sebby, and so happy for you and Lily," she whispered before finally letting her husband lead her off to her seat.

Sebastian stared after them, hand absent mindedly going to his tie and loosening the knot his mother had made. It was true, it would be starting soon, everyone was in place, the rows of seats filled with all the villagers, his parents and Lily's mom at the front, everyone else arrayed behind. There was Jodi with Vincent squirming in his chair next to her, looking extremely uncomfortable in his child sized suit. Pierre and Caroline sat sedately next to a grinning Abigail who was dressed in her usual purple and black and waving at him wildly before giving him her signature piercing wolf whistle. He wasn't entirely sure it was appropriate behaviour for a wedding but he was glad to see her nevertheless.

The older bachelors, Gus, Harvey and Willy were all grouped together, big smiles on their faces, Penny sat next to her mother Pam, who, for once, appeared to be sober and Elliott and Leah were together as usual. Marni and Shane were trying to coral an excited Jas, who was running around wildly exclaiming how she wanted a wedding of her own while the Mulners had taken an entire row to themselves, several chairs having been moved aside for the ever cantankerous George and his wheelchair. Clint, Gunther and Marlon were sitting in solitary seats at the back and even Linus was there, looking particularly nervous in a tweed suit he had borrowed just for the occasion.

Lily had wanted to get married as soon as possible after he proposed and so they'd arranged a fall wedding in the open air of the forest clearing where the flower dance was usually held. A rose covered wooden arbour arched over the altar where Mayor Lewis stood waiting to start the ceremony, ribbons fluttered everywhere and red, golden and orange flowers lined the aisle, all thanks to Evelyn and Caroline, who had both pitched in to make things as beautiful as possible. The nearby trees were fiery with their autumnal coats, falling leaves drifting lazily in the cool breeze and buffet tables were arranged around the edges of the field, little tables and chairs set ready for people to eat and talk at once the ceremony was over.

"How you feeling now, dude?" Sam asked into the noisy chatter of the assembled villagers.

Sebastian looked at his best man, standing solid and beaming as always by his side. He felt a surge of gratitude for his friend, who had gone above and beyond the call of duty in supporting him and helping him arrange all of this.

"I'm okay." He looked up and around at everything, the sea of faces, the flowers, the swirling leaves.

Now was the time. Now was the moment he'd been waiting for. He closed his eyes and sighed.

"I'm actually feeling okay."

"That's good, bro, because here she comes."

A hush finally descended on the gathering and then a sweet little swell of piano music sounded in the air. It was one of the songs he'd written for Lily, soft and lilting, she'd chosen it to walk down the aisle to because she said it always calmed her down, just like he did.

And then he saw her, walking alongside her smiling friend Emily, who she had chosen to give her away in place of her father. The blue haired girl had donned a suit for the occasion and Haley and Maru, wearing simple rust coloured bridesmaid's dresses, trailed behind them, small baskets of flowers held in their hands. But it was Lily who took all his attention, who made everything else disappear, the whole world fading into soft focus as his wife to be moved slowly towards him.

She was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. The most radiant thing he'd ever seen. She carried a bouquet of orange and cream roses, her dark auburn hair tumbling in endless waves around her face and over her shoulders, more flowers holding a long, flowing veil in place. Her hazel eyes were bright and shining, her smile sweet and shy, her lips so soft and dusky he felt like he wanted to kiss them forever. The mermaid pendant he'd given her at the feast of the moonlight jellies nestled between her breasts which were cradled in an ivory dress made of intricately layered and embroidered silk and tulle, moulding perfectly to her slender body, flaring smoothly out into a drifting skirt, just as delicate and stunning as the woman who wore it.

"Lily," he whispered her name and held out his hand as she finally came to a halt by his side. When she smiled and placed her hand in his he felt like his heart was about to burst. All he could do was smile back at her, staring at her like she was his own personal sun and he could never, ever have his fill of her.

She was everything he'd ever wanted in his entire life and she was about to become his forever.

Lily gazed into the eyes of the man who was soon to be her husband and felt her heart expand. He was so handsome in his perfectly fitted suit and tie, his jet black hair like silk, falling in soft strands around his face, touching on his smooth, dark brows, framing his flawless skin, enhancing his large, deep grey eyes, so compelling beneath his long lashes, and his smile, oh Yoba, his smile was brilliant, all hint of his former melancholy gone so that all she wanted to do was throw herself into his arms and only Mayor Lewis coughing and stuttering through the start of the ceremony reminded her that this wasn't the right time just yet.

"Ahem… Dear friends, we are gathered here today to witness the joining of this man and woman in marriage. It's not so long ago that Lily first moved to our town and I couldn't be happier to see her and Sebastian come together on this day. Long may their union last. I understand that both participants have written their own vows. Sebastian, if you'd like to proceed…"

Sebastian took a deep breath and she smiled up at him, knowing he must be just as nervous as she felt. She held his hand tighter, willing all her love into him and his gaze softened, something seeming to settle inside him as her fingers squeezed his.

"Lily," his voice wavered slightly then grew suddenly stronger. "My Lily... I lost my heart to you the very first moment I saw you and it's been yours ever since. You've given me everything I ever needed in my life. With you I've found the peace, happiness and contentment I never thought I'd have. You took away my loneliness, my sadness, all the years I'd spent feeling worthless, you took it all away and made me feel wanted, like I finally belonged somewhere. With you, Lily. I belong with you. I live for you and you alone. For your beautiful face, your sweet smile, your gentle nature and the love you give so freely."

Sam stepped forward to pass Sebastian her wedding ring. It was the same rose ring he had given her back in their garden, she had never wanted any other, and now it would be the ring that bound them together. He looked deep into her eyes as he slid it on her finger and she let out a little whimper, heart aching, desperate to kiss him…

"Lily, the first time I gave you this ring, I swore to always protect you, that I would never let anyone hurt you ever again. And I promise you that again now. I promise that I will spend the rest of my life loving you, caring for you, protecting you, making you happy in every way I can. You're the most precious thing in the world to me, I never want to be parted from you. Please be mine, Lily. Be my wife…"

"Oh Seb…" she sobbed out his name, completely overwhelmed, wanting nothing more than to hold him and promise him over and over again that she would be his forever.

"And now you, Lily," the mayor turned to her.

"Say what you feel, hun," Emily whispered to her, pressing Sebastian's wedding ring into her palm. "Just say what you feel."

Lily gasped and released her tears, raw emotion flooded free and her words gushed forth, all her prepared vows forgotten, nothing but the purest of love guiding her heart.

"Seb! Oh Seb! I love you! I love you so much! I will never ever leave you, I promise! I've thought about nothing but your face, your voice, your smile, every single day since I met you! All I've ever wanted to do is make you happy, to take your sadness away, to make you know that you're so special, worth so so much, everything in the world! I love every single thing about you, you're the sweetest man I've ever known! I want to be with you forever Seb, forever… because... because yours are the only eyes I've ever been able to look into without fear! You're the only person who makes me feel safe! I need to be in your arms so badly Sebby, oh please, hold me forever, don't let me go, I need you so much… please, please... be my husband!"

Sebastian stared at her as she struggled to slide the ring onto his finger, one that matched hers save for the rose, with the same silver twisting leaves and vines. She was sobbing so helplessly, gripping his hand so tightly, tears pouring down her cheeks, her body trembling, her heart in her eyes, he knew that all her words were unrehearsed, that she was literally opening her soul to him and he loved her for it, felt tears forming in his own eyes…

"Oh Lily," he whispered her name, fully aware that the mayor was staring nonplussed at both of them, but still completely unable to stop his tears from joining hers.

"Ah… erm…" the Mayor gaped at the crying couple and turned to look at Sam for help.

"Say the words, dude," Sam encouraged with a grin. "Believe me, they're ready."

"Um… do you, Sebastian Dawson, take this woman, Lily Rose Donnelly, to be your wife?"

"I do," Sebastian pulled Lily into his arms and kissed her, quieting her sobs with his lips, lifting his hand to her face to smooth away her tears.

"Uh…" the mayor looked supremely flustered.

"Carry on, dude," Sam nudged him.

"Ah, do you, Lily Rose Donnelly, take this man, Sebastian Dawson, to be your husband?"

"I do," Lily sobbed out between kisses.

"Um… ah… then as the mayor of Pelican Town, and regional bearer of the matrimonial seal, I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may, er, continue to kiss the bride."

Sebastian wrapped his arms even more tightly around his wife, kissing her with a depth and intensity he'd never felt before, even with her, his heart so full of love and happiness that he could feel it glowing, his entire being pouring into her, melding with her, his whole body thrumming like electricity was running through him. He never wanted to let go of her, never wanted to spend another minute apart from her.

"Um… how long are they going to keep kissing for?" Mayor Lewis asked helplessly.

"Just let them be," Emily said, smiling benevolently at the two newly weds. "I think they just really need each other right now."

"Three cheers for Seb and Lily!" Sam called out, striding to the front of the aisle. "Mr and Mrs Dawson everyone!"

Cheers rang out and people rose from their seats and started clapping but for that one long moment all Seb and Lily knew was each other and the sweetness of their embrace.

"Wow!" Haley exclaimed as Sebastian and Lily finally began their walk back down the aisle to the accompaniment of much rice and petal throwing. "It's a good thing I used waterproof make up on Lily, imagine how messy the wedding photos would have been otherwise!"

"You might want to check out Robin," Emily nudged her sister and pointed with a wry smile at the red haired carpenter who was busy blowing her nose loudly on her handkerchief as her husband patted ineffectually at her heaving shoulders. "I don't think she had the same foresight and she's due to be in the pictures too!"

"Oh Yoba!" Haley took one look at the smudged eyes of Sebastian's weeping mother and headed off towards her bag of photography gear that lay near the buffet tables. "I think I might have some tissues in my bag. It's time for me to switch from bridesmaid duties to photographer mode anyway."

Emily stared after her retreating sister and then turned back to see Sebastian pick Lily up and carry her down the aisle. She couldn't help but feel some tears prick at her own eyes. He held her so close, kissed her so gently, gazed at her with such devotion that it was beautiful to see. She felt so happy for her friend. Lily had been such a timid, frightened little thing when she first came to Pelican Town, hardly venturing off her farm and when she did it was only to come into town for the absolute essentials. Emily had first bumped into her in Pierre's store and had instantly seen what a sweet natured individual lay beneath all the fears. She had felt it part of her duty in making the world a better place to befriend this shy girl and help her come out of her shell. She had never expected to be aided so much in this by Sebastian of all people.

Like most of the town residents she had never really known him that well, as he too kept himself to himself, but she had come to see over the last half a year just what a caring person he actually was and she had also seen first hand just how good he was for Lily. It really was as though the two of them had been made for each other. She narrowed her eyes and cast a glance at their auras, feeling a warmth in her heart when she saw the soft pink clouds that surrounded them both, spreading from one to the other in gentle bubbling streams, glowing with inner light wherever their bodies touched.

"Oh Lily," she said, finally letting her tears fall. "I'm so happy for you, my friend. You really have found the love of your life, there's no mistaking an aura like that. You two belong together in every way."

Lily finished arranging the final vase and stepped back to appreciate her work. There had been so many beautiful flowers at the wedding and she had tried to bring as many back with her as she could, wanting them around for as long as possible to remind her what a wonderful, albeit exhausting, day it had been.

Speaking of exhausting, she cast a concerned glance in the direction of their bedroom. Seb had gone in there a short while ago, supposedly to change out of his suit before returning to help her out of her dress, but she hadn't seen or heard a single sign of him since he disappeared. She approached the room softly and poked her head around the door to see her new husband stretched out on his side on the bed, white shirt unbuttoned, but otherwise still wearing his suit, his tie the only thing he'd managed to take off. He was fast asleep, the roses from her bouquet, which he'd been meant to be placing in a vase beside their bed, scattered on the pillow and comforter around him. She smiled and took herself into the bathroom. She didn't want to disturb him when he was resting so peacefully and she was sure she could manage to get out of the dress on her own if she studied it carefully in the mirror.

She did manage, after a lot of fumbling, to unzip the dress and gently peeled it off, not wanting to damage it in any way. Emily had spent so long working on it and it was the most beautiful garment she had ever owned. She folded it carefully and placed it back in the tissue lined box from which she had taken it that morning.

Morning. It seemed such a long time ago now. She had been so nervous and so much had happened since then. So many sweet, beautiful moments. She could hardly believe it. She looked at herself in the mirror as she gently unpinned her veil and combed out her hair. She felt a little sad to be taking it all off but fatigue tugged at her and all of a sudden she wanted nothing more than to lie in the arms of her husband. She slipped on the soft white chemise she had set aside for changing into after the wedding, turned towards the door connecting to their bedroom and opened it, quietly padding over towards the bed where he slept.

Her heart fluttered as she gazed down at him, loving every single curve and line of his face. He looked so beautiful while he was sleeping, his long lashes resting on his smooth cheeks, his silky black hair falling softly over his brows, she longed to touch him and before she could stop herself she was sitting on the bed next to him, stroking his skin and gazing into two deep, dark eyes that fluttered open at her contact.

"Hey, sweetheart," he smiled tiredly, reaching up to lazily caress her face. "I'm sorry, I was meant to help you out of that dress, wasn't I?"

"It's okay," she said, leaning her cheek into the warmth of his hand, loving the fondness in his eyes. "I managed it on my own… I didn't want to wake you."

He let out a soft little laugh and gently pulled her down onto the bed beside him. "Come lie with me, Lily," he said, "I know you must be as worn out as I am."

"I am tired," she agreed, snuggling wearily into his chest. She felt his arms settle around her, let out a little sigh and then, before she knew it, she was asleep, her head resting in the crook of his shoulder.

Sebastian woke first and checked the bedside clock. They'd slept for a good three hours, unsurprising as they'd both been pushed way beyond their socialising limits today. He dropped his gaze to Lily's face, watching her as she slept. He'd always loved to watch her sleep, loved how quickly she always drifted off in his arms, it made his heart full beyond all belief to know that she felt so safe with him. It was all he'd wanted to do for so long when he first met her, to just hold her like this, and now he got to do it every single day. He reached up and gently ran his fingers through her hair. Yoba, she was so beautiful, he loved her so much, couldn't believe she was actually his, wondered if he would ever believe it. He lifted the hand that held her wedding ring and smiled to himself.

His wife. She was his wife.

He reached out to touch her face, willing her to wake so he could look into her eyes, and, almost as though hearing his thoughts, her eyes flickered open and he found himself staring into their soft hazel depths, lost as always in the spiralling colours they held.

"Hi Sebby," she peered up at him sleepily then yawned and stretched in his arms, letting out the sweetest little squeak as she did so.

"Ah Yoba, Lily," he groaned and pulled her into his chest. "You are so cute when you do that!"

She giggled in his arms. "Should I do it again then?"

"Only if you want to kill me with cuteness!"

"I definitely don't want that!" She giggled again and slipped her arms around his neck, kissing him softly. "Have you been awake long?"

"A little while," he said, chasing her lips with his own and kissing her some more, feeling like he never wanted to stop. "I admit I spent some time just appreciating you."

She smiled into their kisses and he shivered at the feel of her, letting his hands slide gently up and down her back, gliding over the smooth silk that clung to her slender body. "Did you wear this specifically for our wedding night?" he asked appreciatively.

"Maybe," she responded playfully, lifting a leg and wrapping it around him. "Do you like it?"

"I like anything if you're in it," he said, dropping a hand to her hip. "But you do look especially good in this."

"Mmmm," she murmured as he nuzzled her neck. "I like being woken up like this."

"And I like waking you," he said softly, pulling her closer so that their bodies pressed together, loving her warmth even through the layers of their clothing.

And then their caresses were interrupted by a loud clang from outside swiftly followed by the sound of frantic meowing from the front door. They both jumped and then smiled at each another.

"Oh!" Lily raised a hand to her face, eyes wide. "I was so tired I forgot all about poor Nyx!"

"Does this make us bad cat parents?" Sebastian said with a wry grin.

"It might," Lily said with a laugh. "I'd better go see to her!"

"But I don't want to let you go," he complained, wrapping his arms more firmly around her and kissing her again.

He wasn't playing, he really didn't want to let her go, just holding her felt so good right now.

"I don't want to go either," she smiled fondly and brushed his hair with her fingers. "But I don't think Nyx is going to quiet down till I let her in. I'll be as quick as I can, okay?"

"Okay," he reluctantly let her go and watched her every step of the way as she walked out of the room. She was so perfect, all slender curves and long legs, like a little fawn, her auburn hair falling down her back and over her shoulders. His hand went to the mermaid pendant around his neck, his heart already longing for her return.

Lily returned from placating Nyx to find Sebastian lying naked in bed waiting for her. He had the sheets turned back ready for her, the raven sweep of his hair and the long, lean lines of his body a work of art in the low light of the bedside lamp.

"As good as you look in that," he said, eyes dark and intense on hers. "I want you to take it off for me."

She whimpered and obeyed instantly, utterly unable to do anything else before that mesmerising gaze. The silky material fell to the floor in a little heap at her feet and a look of satisfaction swept across his face.

"Come here."

He held out a hand to her and she felt a little thrill run through her at the sight of him. She had never seen anything so beautiful as the way he looked right now. Her husband. Waiting for her to come to him.

She took his hand and let him guide her down onto the bed.

"I want to feel my wife's skin next to mine," he said, voice thick with desire as he slid his arms around her and pulled her close. She let out a little cry as she felt him hard against her immediately.

"Already…?" she looked up into his eyes, shivering with her own need.

"You know I always want you, baby," he murmured, slowly sliding himself inside her and she sighed as their bodies pressed even more firmly together. Oh, Yoba, he fit her so well, she loved the way he felt, just long enough and wide enough to fill her completely without ever hurting her.

He didn't move, just let himself rest deep within her as their lips met and they sighed into each other's mouths, their hands gently caressing each other's backs. Lily felt a gentle pulse of warmth flow between their chests and pulled him to her till not a single inch separated them, loving the sweet, familiar sensation, wanting more of him, all of him, all that she could ever have…

"Oh Seb," she searched his eyes, hands tangling deep into his hair, body trembling against his. "I love you, I love being like this with you, it feels like your heart's inside me, too."

"That's because it is, baby," he stroked her hair, his gaze so full of tenderness that she shook even harder. He kissed her gently. "Everything I am is inside of you, Lily. I'm all yours, my love."

"Sebby…" Lily sobbed, reached up to take his face in her hands and kissed him as though her life depended on it, tears pouring down her cheeks. "Oh Sebby, I love you, I love you so much, you're my everything, I'm so happy! All I ever wanted from the day I met you was to spend forever in your arms, just to be with you forever!"

"I can give you forever, Lily," he smiled, smoothed her hair from her face, kissed her tears away. "I can give you forever. That's all I ever wanted too."

He moved gently inside her. "Forever..." he said softly, eyes fixed to hers.

"...with you," she finished and gave herself up to her husband's embrace.

~The End~

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natedogx15 · 7 months

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Miraculous Descendent Chapter 44: Bubble Bubble Toil and Trouble

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"I'm sorry about this. When Gabriel makes up his mind about something, it can be difficult to get him to change it." Nathalie apologizes as she leads Nino out the gate of the mansion.

Nino doesn't say anything and glares at the ground as Nathalie leads him out.

"Try to have a nice day. I'm sure you and Adrien can still do something else later." Nathalie tries to reassure the teen before leaving him out front.

"Sure, if his old man allows that," Nino angrily mutters as he walks off.

He quickly texts everyone about what happened and what Mr. Agreste told him before heading to the park by himself, where he sits on a park bench and pulls out a bottle of bubbles.

"Ugh, this sucks. I can't believe there's a parent who doesn't want to celebrate their kid's birthday." Nino says as he uses the bubble wand to blow some bubbles.

While doing so, he suddenly hears crying and scans the area to see a parent dragging their kid away.

"But I want to keep playing!" The kid cries as they struggle to get free.

"Not until you finish your chores." The dad says while pulling them.

Nino sees this and scowls further, still upset about what happened earlier, and seeing this seems to be making his mood worse.

"Ugh, adults are the worst. They ruin everything." Nino mutters to himself.

Unknown to him, he's just reached a point that someone's been waiting for.

"Your anger toward me is appreciated. It makes you a perfect candidate for today's Akuma. It'll be a special one, too, since it's someone with a relationship with my son." Hawkmoth says as he creates a butterfly and sends it after Nino.

"Fly, my little butterfly, and make him into a powerful Akuma to celebrate today." Hawkmoth orders as he watches the butterfly fly away toward its intended target.

Nino continues to blow bubbles in the park to try and calm down. Unfortunately, he's so focused on trying to calm down; he doesn't notice the butterfly heading toward him until it lands on his bottle of bubbles and Hawkmoth enters his mind.

"Bubbler, my name is Hawkmoth, and I'm here to offer you the chance to celebrate your friend's birthday by ridding the world of all those who'd stop you," Hawkmoth explains in a confident and assuring tone.

Nino immediately falls under Hawkmoth's influence and smiles at his words.

"Let's party, Hawkmoth," Nino says before he's covered in the magical black substance.

Hawkmoth smirks until the transformation ends. When it does, it causes him to comically drop his jaw before angrily saying.

"Nooroo, dark wings fall."

The transformation is undone, and Gabriel is met with the sight of a smirking Nooroo.

"Did you have to take over the transformation to try and prove a point?" Gabriel asks his Kwami through gritted teeth.

"Yes, this is what you get for insulting my tastes," Nooroo tells him before turning away from Gabriel with crossed arms.

"All you're doing is proving my point!" Gabriel shouts in anger.

Gabriel's anger stems from how Nino's Akuma form looks. Bubbler looks far different from any other Akumas Hawkmoth made due to Nooroo's influence.

The Bubbler is wearing a black bodysuit; over Bubbler's upper torso, lower legs, and shoulders is red bubble-like armor. Under the red bubbles are two smaller blue and yellow bubbles. On The Bubbler's back is a giant bubble wand. The wand seemed to be connected by two wires to the Akuma's chest.

That's not including Nino's head, which doesn't look much better. The red chest armor expands into a skintight cover on his head with a bulb-tipped antenna on the top. His face is cyan blue with black dots above and below his eyes, with black circles around his brown eyes.

"Well, we'll have to see the rest of Paris' reaction. For all you know, this look could be in style. After all, I saw one of your human shows with a similar outfit on the main characters." Nooroo explains.

Gabriel sighs in frustration before saying.

"Fine. Nooroo, dark wings rise." Gabriel orders as he re-transforms into Hawkmoth.

When his connection with Bubbler returns, he sees the Akuma flying around Paris via a bubble-powered jetpack. The bubbles released from his jetpack expand to capture any adults within the city and send them into space.

With Nate and Adrien. The two watch their classmates spar as they wait for their turns. As they observe, Adrien hears some of his classmates talk about Nino.

"I can't believe that guy was trying to set up a party without Gabriel Agreste's permission. Talk about an idiot." One says, causing their friend to narrow their eyes.

"Don't you think that's a bit rude? All the guy wanted to do was throw a party for his friend." They tell the other one.

Adrien looks at them in confusion, anger, and worry, and Nate sees this.

"Are you okay?" He asks his friend.

"Uh yeah. Did Nino do something?" Adrien asks Nate to see if he knows anything.

Nate gains an awkward expression before explaining the situation. He tells Adrien about how Nino had texted everyone he invited about how Gabriel refused to let him stay out after fencing classes despite Nino wanting to throw him a party in the park.

Adrien looks shocked and sad when Nate explains the whole situation to him. However, before they can go over everything, a bubble appears in the courtyard, heading toward Armand D'Argencourt. Armand glares at it in confusion and moves to pop it with his fencing saber. To his surprise, the bubble doesn't pop and instead engulfs the weapon before soon doing the same to him.

"What is happening? Help! Quickly!" Mr. D'Argencourt shouts toward his students as the bubble floats upwards with him.

Some of his students quickly rush to help him and try to pierce the bubble with their equipment. However, D'Argencourt's prison merely bends when stabbed with the sabers and doesn't pop or look damaged.

The students hear another scream and see Mr. Damocles and a few other teachers, who stayed around the school, also being captured by bubbles before being lifted toward the sky.

"It looks like it's only going after adults," Nate observes in shock before pulling out his phone and dialing his dad's phone number.

Sadly for him, it doesn't seem like his dad's picking up.

"Shit, no, no, no. I need to call Marinette." Nate begins to panic as he changes who he's trying to call to warn Marinette.

While this happens, Marinette is relaxing in her room, working on her designs with headphones over her ears. Luckily for Nate, she has the foresight to put her phone somewhere where she can see it in case she gets a call and sees Nate trying to get in touch with her. Taking off her headphones and answering, Marinette says.

"Why are you calling? Did something happen? Is Nino's party back on?" Marinette asks.

"No, there's an Akuma trapping adults in bubbles. We need you over at the school now. While you're at the hotel, can you check if Dad and your mom are okay?" Nate asks the last part with a pleading tone.

Marinette's eyes widen, and she quickly jumps out of her chair and looks toward Tikki.

"It would seem there's no rest for you still. Hopefully, Hawkmoth won't use that power he did to make two Akumas like last time." Tikki says.

"Hopefully. Tikki, spots on." Marinette orders as Tikki flies into her earrings, and she transforms into Ladybug.

She exits her room in a hurry and runs down the stairwell to see if there are any bubbles in the hotel. Sadly, it seems like that's the case as bubbles fly out of different hotel rooms with various occupants inside.

"Help!" Some occupants shout in a panic as they bang on the bubbles to try and free themselves.

Ladybug quickly springs into action by throwing her yo-yo at one of the bubbles to either pop it or pull one of the trapped occupants out. Sadly, it has neither of the desired effects. The yo-yo bounces off the bubble, unable to pierce through it.

Ladybug pulls it back in shock as the bubbles fly through the hallway toward anywhere they can leave the hotel and float off toward the sky. Refusing to give up, Ladybug tries a few more times, but nothing seems to change. Ladybug begins to panic at her inability to do anything, but that's nothing compared to what she feels when she hears a familiar scream.

"Ahh!" Sabine screams as she and the other staff are pulled out of the kitchen.

"MOM!" Ladybug shouts in alarm, not realizing what she just said as she quickly takes action to save her mother.

"Seamstress!" She shouts as her costume transforms into Winter Seams.

Acting quickly, Ladybug uses her temperature-controlling powers to lower the temperature within the room. While doing so, she rushes toward the bubble imprisoning Sabine and touches it with the palm of her hand. The transparent orb freezes over before breaking apart to free Ladybug's mother. It takes Sabine a few seconds to process her surroundings and what happened to her. When it registers, she immediately jumps up and looks for someone.

"Marinette! Where are you!? Are you still here!?" Sabine shouts in worry for her daughter as she looks around the room, having heard her daughter's worried shout.

Ladybug looks at her mother in relief before pulling herself together.

"Don't worry, mam. Your daughter is safe. You need to get out of here and find somewhere to hide." Ladybug implores her mother to find somewhere to hide.

"Not without my daughter. I know I heard her shout." Sabine tells Ladybug with a glare as she continues to search for her daughter, calling for Marinette constantly.

Ladybug bites her lower lip when she sees her mom like this. However, the shouts around her from the others trapped in bubbles cause her to focus on freeing them. She quickly focuses on freezing the bubbles and manages to release everyone trapped. As everyone recovers, Sabine runs out the door toward a hallway while calling for her daughter.

"Marinette!" Sabine shouts.

Ladybug quickly follows after Sabine, only to see her get trapped in another bubble.

"Help!" Sabine shouts.

Wasting no time, Ladybug rushes toward Sabine and frees her from the bubble. She quickly grabs Sabine's shoulders and says.

"Mam, you need to get out of here and hide until Cat Noir and I have taken care of the Akuma. I promise your daughter is fine. I had her run off and hide so she's safe in case the Akuma shows up." Ladybug tells Sabine in a faux firm tone.

Sabine looks into Ladybug's eyes for a second before nodding.

"Alright. Please hurry and stop this madness, Ladybug. I don't want any harm coming to my daughter or husband." Sabine begs the girl.

Ladybug nods to her with a smile.

"Don't worry. We can handle this easily." Ladybug reassures her.

As Ladybug deals with the situation in the hotel, Adrien is simultaneously dealing with a problem at school. Unfortunately, not a problem with the bubbles themselves.

As Nate finishes his call to Marinette, Bubbler lands in the courtyard before Adrien, causing everyone in the area to back up and some to raise their fencing sabers defensively in case things take a turn for the worse and they have to defend themselves. Adrien and Nate especially take this action as Bubbler gives Adrien a good-natured grin.

"Dude! I'm so glad you're still here. Come on, I've got your party all setup." Bubbler says as he casually walks toward Adrien to grab him.

"N-Nino, i-is that y-you?" Adrien cautiously asks as he backs away for every step Bubbler takes forward while keeping his fencing saber between them.

Bubbler doesn't seem affected by Adrien's actions toward him and only grins at his friend.

"Not anymore, dude. You can call me, The Bubbler. And I'm here to give you the rocking party you deserve for your birthday. You don't have to worry about your old man either since I sent him and every other adult packing on a one-way trip to space." Bubbler says with a smirk. His words cause Nate to shout furiously.

"You did fucking what!" Nate shouts as he marches toward Bubbler with a furious and worried expression as he thinks about his family being in space.

Bubbler turns toward Nate with a raised eyebrow as Nate's fellow fencing students look at him in worry while others shake their heads while mouthing for him to stop.

"I sent the adults to space. That way, we can have fun and party without anyone breathing down our necks. Come on, it'll be awesome." Bubbler grins toward Nate. However, the glint in his eyes is dark as Nate continues to march toward him with a furious expression.

"Are you kidding me!? You sent my father and every other adult in Paris to space for a PARTY! A PARTY, NINO!" Nate angrily shouts as he swings his weapon into the ground while glaring into Bubbler's eyes without a hint of fear, only anger and worry for his father and others.

"It's Bubbler. And what's wrong with wanting to be sure our party isn't interrupted? Do you have a problem with parties?" Bubbler asks the last part in a dangerous tone.

"I have a damn problem with it when you send people to space to have it. Do you not realize how dangerous that is? What if they implode from lack of air? What if they freeze to death? What are kids unable to take care of themselves supposed to do while their parents are gone? Have you actually thought this through?" Nate angrily shouts at Bubbler, furious at their reckless plan for something as insignificant as a party.

Nate is furious. His father and some hotel staff have taught him so much to ensure he doesn't turn out arrogant because he comes from money, and they have a deep connection. So, hearing that his father may be in space along with the parents of every kid in Paris does nothing but anger him. Unfortunately, it's not helping his hindsight.

If it did, he'd realize why confronting an Akuma like this was a bad idea. Or what had happened with Stoneheart.

"So you're on the adults' side then, huh? That's too bad. You were a cool dude. I was so excited to have you at the party for Adrien. But if you're on the adults' side. You can join them in space." Bubbler says as he pulls out his bubble sword and glares at Nate, who finally realizes the situation he's put himself in and loses his bravado.

As Nate realizes he's put his foot in his mouth again, Plagg claws at Adrien's leg to make him look at him. Adrien looks down at his Kwami to see them motioning toward the bathroom with his eyes. Widening his eyes, Adrien looks between the confrontation and his chance to escape, and Adrien doesn't know what to do.

"Ah, crud. Wait, wait, wait. Let's not do anything hasty. Nino, I'm serious. This isn't funny." Nate begs for Bubbler to stop as he raises his hand between them while keeping the sword down at his side and backing away from the Akuma.

"This isn't a joke, dude. You wanna be on the adults' side; you can join them in space while the rest of us enjoy our freedom. And I told you, it's The Bubbler." Bubbler says as he menacingly walks toward Nate.

"Come on, seriously. You can't blame me for reacting the way I did. What about your parents?" Nate asks in desperation.

Bubbler pauses slightly when Nate asks that before shaking his head and continuing to walk toward the panicking teen. Somewhat luckily for Nate, someone finally steps in to help him.

Clément rushes between the two and raises her weapon defensively toward Bubbler while keeping Nate behind her.

"Let's calm down. He just got a little emotional. We're teenagers; it happens. We're supposed to get emotional." Clément says as she comes to Nate's defense.

"So, you're taking his side too? Fine, you both can join the adults then." Bubbler says as he unsheaths his bubble sword and fires two bubbles toward the two.

Clément tries to stab the bubble with her sword, but it only ends up trapping the weapon inside. Luckily, she lets go of it in time to keep her arm, and she and Nate quickly back away to try and escape. They watch in fear as the bubbles close in toward them. Fortuitously, the two find themselves being pulled to the safety of the school roof by Cat Noir.

"Are you two okay?" Cat Noir asks them in worry.

It takes a second for them to realize what happened. When they do, Nate sighs in relief while Clément looks at Cat Noir with stars in her eyes.

"Thanks, Cat No-" Nate starts before getting cut off by Clément shoving him out of the way and grabbing Cat Noir's hand. She vigorously shakes it while saying.

"Cat Noir! I'm such a big fan. Thank you for saving me. Can I get an autograph? A selfie?" Clément baggers Cat Noir with rapid questions as she fangirls over meeting him.

"Uh, sorry, I've got to take care of this guy." Cat Noir awkwardly says as he points toward an angry Bubbler with his thumb.

"Oh, right, cool. Good luck." Clément says while giving him two thumbs up.

Cat Noir quickly turns to leap down, only to get tackled by a bubble jetpack-propelled Bubbler before being dropped on a car.

"Ow." Cat Noir groans as he gets off the car.

The Bubbler lands behind Cat Noir's prone position and glares at the hero.

"What's your deal, dude? I was just trying to get rid of a couple party poopers so we could have some fun. Why you gotta get in my way when I'm trying to throw my friend a party?" He asks the hero in anger as he prepares to attack.

"Maybe because you sent thousands to millions of people into space to do it. Look, I get it. It would be nice to throw your friend a party, but you went too far trying to do it by sending people off to do it." Cat Noir tells the Akuma to try and reason with him since Nino is his friend.

"No, you don't get it. I'm trying to give everyone a day where they can have fun. To do that, I need to send anyone stopping that away. Including you, now hand over your Miraculous!" Bubbler snaps at Cat Noir as he swings his bubble sword at the hero, creating a giant red bubble.

Cat Noir notices the color and tenses as the fast-approaching red bubble nears him. Before he can try jumping out of the way, the bubble explodes, and the force sends him backward. Luckily he is quickly able to regain his footing. Bubbler isn't done, though. He sends out multiple large red bubbles after Cat Noir to try and take the hero down.

Now understanding what the red bubbles can do and what he has to do to avoid them, Cat Noir extends his baton toward a building and latches onto the wall to escape the first wave of red bubbles.

"You're doing it wrong. Cats are supposed to chase after the bubbles." Bubbler quips with a smirk as he swings his bubble sword toward Cat Noir to send more red bubbles after the hero.

"Well, this cat is afraid of them. Especially when they explode on him." Cat Noir says as he jumps off the building to avoid the next barrage.

Realizing he can't keep at a distance, Cat Noir chooses to try and close the distance between him and the Akuma. Aiming his baton to the ground behind him at an angle, Cat Noir propels himself forward to close in on The Bubbler. Unfortunately, as Cat Noir nears him, The Bubbler quickly uses his bubble-powered jetpack to gain some distance in the air to avoid the hero.

"Nice try, dude. But no prize for you." Bubbler laughs while creating a bubble and standing on it like a platform to suspend himself in the air.

Cat Noir glares at him and is about to use his baton to launch after his controlled friend again. However, before he can, The Bubbler sends multiple red-tinted bubbles toward him to obstruct his path.

Cat Noir quickly focuses on avoiding the incoming explosives while Bubbler is laughing down at him. Sadly, for him, at least, his joy ends when a yo-yo wraps around his waist and pulls him off his bubble platform and onto the roof of a building, where he is met with the sight of a glaring Ladybug.

"Not cool. What kind of hero attacks someone from behind." Bubbler says as he gets up. Only for Ladybug to use her powers to freeze his legs and jetpack to the ground.

"The kind that likes to play things smart," Ladybug says as she cautiously walks toward him to find the object the butterfly is in.

Luckily for The Bubbler, he had kept a tight hold on his sword when he was pulled onto the roof and lifted it before Ladybug could completely freeze his arm. So, he manages to create a red-tinted bubble and make it head toward Ladybug.

As the bubble heads toward them, Cat Noir lands on the roof and sees the bubble heading toward Ladybug, who reaches out to freeze it like the ones she'd dealt with at the hotel.

"Ladybug! That one explodes!" Cat Noir exclaims as he rushes toward his partner in a panic.

Ladybug's eyes widen at that, and she tries to retract herself away from the bubble. Sadly, she's already too close and takes the brunt of the explosion, almost sending her off the roof if it weren't for her partner catching her.

"Thanks," Ladybug says to him after spending a few seconds recovering.

Cat Noir grins at her and says.

"No problem. The red bubbles can explode, while the green ones will capture you. So, be careful."

Ladybug nods in understanding before the two stare at The Bubbler. As Ladybug recovers from the shock, Bubbler takes advantage of it by blowing up the ice and building roof to free himself. He then quickly uses his bubble-powered jetpack to fly into the air while making a trail of red bubbles to attack the heroes.

Understanding her mistake from last time, Ladybug doesn't try to get close to freeze the bubbles. Instead, she tries to create a freezing wind and sends it toward the bubbles to freeze and shatter them.

The Bubbler looks down in shock when he sees this before getting angry.

"Seriously? What's your damage? Why do you keep getting in my way?" The Bubbler asks in frustration as he sees he's at a disadvantage.

"Probably because you tried to send my family into space." Ladybug snaps at the villain with a heated glare.

"You too. Why can't you see I'm trying to do everyone a favor?" Bubbler grouses.

Ladybug glares at him before getting an idea and looking toward Cat Noir.

"I have a plan. Get your Blackhole ready while I try and freeze his jetpack. We'll freeze him and hold him down." She whispers to her partner, who subtly nods in understanding.

Ladybug then puts her hands together and creates an orb of icy wind before firing it upward to try and hit The Bubbler. It expands into a far larger attack and manages to hit The Bubbler's leg and weigh him down slightly.

"Not cool. Well, cool, but not that kind of cool." The Bubbler says as he tries to break the ice with his sword.

Ladybug isn't letting him off that easy, though. She fires beams of ice from her palms to try and hit his slowed-down state. One of her attacks manages to scrape Bubbler's jetpack and cause it to freeze.

"Not Cool!" The Bubbler shouts as he starts falling.

Bubble quickly makes another bubble platform and climbs onto it with considerable effort since one of his legs is frozen. Cat Noir sees this and pulls out his baton before launching it at the bubble. The force from the weapon hitting it causes The Bubbler to fall off, and Cat Noir takes advantage by following Ladybug's plan.

"Black Hole!" He announces as he places a black hole near where The Bubbler would land, causing them to be pulled in and have half their body stuck within it.

The Bubbler tries to escape but can't, and Ladybug takes the chance to take his bubble sword from him and break it. She then quickly captures the butterfly and shouts.

"Miraculous Ladybug!"

The magic ladybugs fly around the city and into the sky. The heroes quickly look to the streets below to see if the adults are safe. To their relief, Miraculous Ladybug is bringing all the adults back.

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#miraculous ladybug #miraculous descendent #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #the bubbler #nino lahiffe #gabriel agreste

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ℕ𝕠𝕟 𝔻𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝔸𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 (ℕ.𝔻.𝔸.) noun

a contract by which one or more parties agree not to disclose confidential information that they have shared with each other as a necessary part of doing business together.

Happy Birthday, Felix Lee!

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : fluff!

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 : mature

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : best friend Felix x gn + nonverbal reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 3.7k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : reader is nonverbal, JYP is an asshole, wanting to lie about having been eating well, food/eating, mentions of wearing masks, I think that's it ?

𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 : Felix has always been your best friend, and takes care of you when you can't

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : this was beta read by the lovely Dee Dee over at @sugasbabiie . Her notes and edits were wonderful as always 💜

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At one simple glance into your eyes, once allowing yourself a moment of vulnerability with your best friend, Felix knew what a terrible day you must have had. He immediately pulls you into a warm hug, pausing in case he meets resistance before squeezing you and holding you tightly.

"Have you eaten well?" He softly asks you, playing with your hair as he sways you back and forth.

You wanted to lie and say yes. You really did. But you couldn't get yourself to respond that way, so instead, you shake your head no.

"I'll make something then," he says simply, pulling back to look you in the eyes.

Felix finds tears welling up in your eyes, so he cups your cheek with one hand. "Have you taken your meds?" He checks.

When you nod, his expression gives away a brief flash of relief before turning back to genuine concern.

"Good. Why don't you go put your pajamas on and start getting ready for bed then, hmm?" He suggests, smiling sweetly.

You hesitate, considering saying no. You rack your brain, but the fog from your mental state makes the task difficult. You were fairly certain you'd never been braless around Felix before, but at the same time, you really didn't want to wear one.

"It's okay, y/n," he softly assures you.

Looking into his eyes, you remind yourself he has sisters. So you nod as a soft whimper accidentally escapes you.

You retreat to the bathroom, scrubbing your face harshly as you wash it. You try to get rid of the self-hatred and body insecurities that consumed your entire body, but particularly your face. Of course, it didn't help.

A whine of irritation escapes you before you apply the rest of your skincare. Afterwards, you slowly shuffle to your bedroom. You stare at what pajamas you have clean (which isn't much) and end up in a long sleeved shirt to hide your arms and pajama shorts. You made sure the pair wasn't too free flowing, as you didn't want to flash Felix by some weird accident since you didn't wear underwear to bed.

You slowly shuffle out to the kitchen, finding Felix at the stove throwing something together. Padding closer, you notice him making ramen. You ask him what he is doing with a soft “Hm?”

He gestures for you to come closer before speaking, “You had some ramen, so I’m making it with eggs. And now I’m adding in vegetables, see?”

When you nod, he smiles. “Do you want to grab a bowl for yourself? I already ate,” Felix assures you.

You nod and timidly get yourself a bowl and chopsticks, your hands unsteady. You manage to set down the bowl without dropping it, and Felix notices your lack of stability.

He moves from the stove, getting a plastic cup with a lid and straw, pouring you a cup of water before getting himself a glass. Felix sets it at the table before returning to the stove, getting your ramen together in your bowl. “Will you sit down, Y/N?” he asks gently.

You nod and sit, sipping your water and swinging your legs. Felix soon places the bowl in front of you, and you begin to eat slowly. He sits next to you after getting a napkin, watching you to ensure you don't eat too quickly.

Following “Dr. Lee’s” orders, you finish the entire bowl of ramen. Once done, he inquires, “Go brush your teeth, okay? Do you need to take your night meds?”

You pout but nod, getting up and taking the cup of water with you. You take your medicine before slowly brushing your teeth, trying not to let the sensation overwhelm you. When you finally finish, you pad back out to find Felix, who was currently cleaning the dishes.

You huff at him, upset that he was doing them for you. He wasn’t just doing the ones he cooked with, but even the ones you had left in the sink.

He says nothing but smiles when you hug him from behind and bury your face into his shirt. When he finishes and dries his hands, you drag him to the bathroom and get out a spare toothbrush, silently offering him to stay overnight.

“Go lay in bed; I’ll come and join you soon,” he says. When you nod, he takes the toothbrush and gets himself ready for bed.

You lay in bed playing games on your phone, curling up under your sheets. Felix soon comes back, grabbing a book off your bookshelf. He sets his phone on your bedside table, placing his there as well. Felix sits on your bed, leaning against the wall and spreading his legs.

“Come here,” he suggests, patting the spot between his legs.

You hesitate before sitting up, moving to sit in his lap, resting against his chest. He opens the book in front of you, making you giggle when you realize what it is.

“Didn’t your mom buy you this?” he asks, kissing your cheek before resting his chin on your shoulder. You nod as he opens the book. “I still can’t believe she knew it was a Star Wars storybook and didn’t think it was a children’s book,” he laughs.

A little giggle escapes you, and Felix beams. He begins to read, his gentle voice helping to lull you to sleep. When he finishes the book, he helps you lay down and tuck you in. He puts the book back and turns off the light, smiling at the soft whine escaping you.

You wiggle a little, subconsciously craving his hold. "Lixie?" You manage to murmur, not even realizing it was your first words since he came over. But he knew.

"I’m here," he assures you, climbing into bed with you and spooning you. Felix wraps his arm loosely around your waist, handing you one of your stuffies to cuddle. "This okay?" He checks with you.

You nod, relaxing into him and falling back asleep.

"I love you," Felix says lowly, and you can't quite tell if you were dreaming or not. You two had said that you love each other plenty of times before, but this time seemed different.

You wake up in the morning alone and immediately begin to panic.

"Felix?" You cry out, stumbling out of bed.

You're quick to find him in the kitchen and nearly cry out of relief.

"I didn't leave; I'm just making breakfast," he assures you, setting down the spatula and hugging you close.

When you pull away, he looks at you intently, a smile creeping onto his face. "Good morning, sweetheart," Felix says, causing you to blush.

"Morning," you manage, glancing down.

"Go take your medicine. And don't worry about being nonverbal or not, okay?" Felix says.

You tried not to go nonverbal around others, but you had mentioned your frustration to Felix before. People, especially your parents, always ended up forcing you into talking. It made you uncomfortable and took up extra energy, exhausting you quicker. Felix was rather understanding at the time, but you were always afraid to be around him while nonverbal due to the struggle of communicating. But at the moment, it was going surprisingly well. You figure it's his patience and caring nature.

You go and do as he says, briefly wondering why he was telling you what to do and why you found it so easy to listen. You shrug and come back out, sitting at the table as Felix places a plate of eggs and toast in front of you.

"Eat up, please," he says, joining you with a plate of his own.

You begin to eat, letting out a happy hum as you do.

Felix’s smile grows before he clears his throat. "I have to go into the studio today, but I'm not comfortable leaving you alone, even if I take all of your sharp objects," he admits, his expression turning serious.

You look intently at your plate, finding the yellow of the eggs to be a lovely color suddenly.

"Will you come to the studio with me? You can stay somewhere quiet and read for homework, if you'd like," Felix offers, watching closely for your reaction.

You'd never gone to the studio before. There had been times where Felix had said it would be okay, but you never had the chance. You wanted to, but you were worried about saesangs, getting Felix in trouble, starting a scandal… you had, and have, a lot of anxiety around it.

You hesitate before nodding slightly, causing Felix to grin in absolute delight.

"Okay! Great! And the second thing is… can I borrow clothes? I know you sometimes wear boxers to bed, and I just need a clean shirt and sweats…" Felix asks, and this time it was his turn to blush.

You laugh a little and nod, hoping your clothes would fit him.

"Great! Then after we get ready, I'll drive us there," he decides, smiling to make sure it was okay with you.

You nod in agreement, giving him a sense of relief.

You go use the bathroom, relieved that he didn't get up and leave without saying goodbye, or that the whole thing was a dream or strange hallucination. You take your medicine before going back to the kitchen, sitting at the table where Felix had already begun to eat.

You hum softly as you eat, letting him know to the best of your ability that you appreciate his actions.

Once you finish your plate, you bring them to the kitchen sink and wash them. You go to pick up the pan, but you can tell it’s too hot to wash. You leave it aside to cool down, drying your dishes as Felix washes his own.

After drying your hands as well, you head to your room with Felix to get ready for the day.

Felix helps you make your bed, but you manage to do most of it yourself so it was made the way you like it. You sit down and hug one of your pillows, watching as Felix goes through your clothes and picks something out to wear. He ends up picking out your clothes as well, getting you a soft shirt, your favorite pants, and a hoodie that he could have sworn belonged to him at one time.

He opens your underwear drawer before you can stop him, a noise of distraught escaping you. Felix ignores it just as he ignores your sex toys and lubricant, finding a pair of boxers for himself and a soft, simple pair of cotton panties for you along with a wireless bra.

Felix shuts the drawer and sets what he chose for you on the bed, the soft blush adorning his cheeks visible.

"I'll change in the bathroom, ok?" He states, gathering his borrowed clothes and shutting the door behind him.

In shock, you stare at the door for a moment before managing to get yourself dressed and tossing your dirty clothes in the hamper. You get up and head to the bathroom, greeted with an open door. Felix had already changed and was borrowing your hairbrush.

"Sorry," he apologizes, somewhat sheepishly.

You shake your head and dismiss it with a wave of your hand, silently letting him know you didn't mind.

"Turn around," he says.

You give him a confused look but turn around regardless, watching his reflection in the mirror. Felix runs the brush through your hair, careful about your ears. He sets the brush down and runs his fingers through your hair, braiding it. Felix then ties it off with a hair tie, beaming in pride at his creation.

You give him an appreciative smile before he asks, "are you ready?"

You shake your head, pulling out your makeup.

"You know you don't have to," he begins.

You shake your head more stubbornly, crossing your arms with a huff before you point to your concealer. Felix chuckles, and much to your surprise, he begins to do your makeup. You turn to lean against the sink, watching as he concentrates on doing your makeup. His soft breath fans over your cheeks, and you were secretly glad you gave him a toothbrush.

Felix doesn't take long, giving you only base makeup. He does your eye makeup very simply, looking through your lip products before choosing the one he wants for you. Felix applies the glossy tint, his concentration on your lips causing you to blush.

"There," he softly murmurs, stepping back for you to look in the mirror as he pockets the lip tint.

You beam at him, turning and hugging him. He gently rubs your back before leading you to the door.

"Ugh, socks!" He remembers, turning back and heading to your bedroom.

You laugh and go to the kitchen, somehow managing to start cleaning the dishes. Felix comes back and looks confused, only to realize what you were doing. He helps by drying the dishes, watching as you tie up the trash.

"Eggs," you say pointedly.

"Good idea," he hums, going and putting on his shoes.

You notice he grabbed your backpack and keys, so you put your own shoes on.

As you throw out the trash, Felix goes and starts your car. You soon join him, using the hand sanitizer you carry for situations like this.

Felix turns on soft music, driving to the company after ensuring you were both wearing your seatbelts.

Once he parks, he grabs masks from his bag for you both. Felix puts his on before going to the passenger side door and helping you with yours. He slings your backpack over his shoulder, locking your car before leading you inside. You don’t notice Felix’s fingers twitching, but you did wish you were holding hands. Even in your sensitive state, you knew holding hands here and to the JYP building was not a good idea, as the possibility of saesangs taking a photo and starting drama was too high for either of your likings.

Once inside, security tries to stop you. “It’s okay, they’re with me,” he assures the guard, taking your hand as he shows them his ID.

The security guard stares you down before nodding and taking both of your temperatures. The guard stands to the side, letting Felix take you to the elevator and towards their practice room. He doesn’t let go of your hand, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

Once off the elevator, another security member is about to stop you before they notice Felix holding your hand. “Excuse us,” he says, leading you around them. Their puzzled expression doesn’t go unnoticed by you, but you were glad they didn’t try to stop you.

He stops outside a room, pointing to it. “This is Channie hyung’s room, okay? If you need to go there for somewhere quieter, he won’t mind,” Felix explains, quickly pulling out his phone to check something. “Then we are practicing in this room today,” he says, leading you to a different door and opening it.

It was loud, as some of the others were stretching, talking, and dancing. Hyunjin smiles and waves as soon as he notices you, while most of the others shout their greetings. Changbin runs over and is about to hug you, but Felix stands in front of you, since Changbin was prone to hugging without asking.

“Do you want a hug?” Felix asks you, wanting you to be comfortable.

You hesitate before nodding, stepping around Felix and hugging Changbin. Changbin picks you up and spins you around, giggles escaping you.

“How are you? I can’t believe you came!” Changbin cheers as he sets you down, a grin on his face.

You step back into Felix, who gently holds your shoulders as you lose your balance. You look up at him, worry clouding your features.

“Y/N is… having some trouble talking right now. So, simple yes or no questions work best for them,” Felix explains, squeezing your shoulders reassuringly before letting you go.

“Oh, okay,” Changbin says, nodding despite not clearly understanding. “Sorry, Y/N, I didn’t know,” he adds, smiling.

You shrug a little, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“They don’t normally leave home when it happens. They generally are stressed and overwhelmed, so it helps them cope and is easier just to let them… communicate in other ways,” Felix further explains, moving to stand next to you and resting his hand on your back.

When you tense up, he withdraws his hand, but you stop him by grabbing his arm and shaking your head. Felix gently rubs soothing circles on your back as you accommodate yourself with the new space.

Chan comes over at the same time, smiling brightly. “It happens normally to neurodivergent people, right? Especially autistic ones?” Chan asks, looking at you for confirmation. You nod, and he continues. “Is it okay if I put my hand on your shoulder?” he asks. When you nod a second time, Chan places his hand on your shoulder and squeezes lightly. “I’m happy you came! If you need a break, you can go to my studio room, okay? Did Felix show you where it is?”

You nod, glancing at Felix.

“Okay, good! Today might not be the best day though,” he admits, looking to Felix.

“What do you mean by that?” Felix asks, rubbing your back.

Chan removes his hand from your shoulder and says in a hushed voice, “JYP is supposed to come to practice today.”

“I’m sure everything will be fine,” Felix responds with a tight lipped smile.

Once Felix makes sure you are comfortable sitting down, he produces earplugs from his pocket (you have no idea where or how he got them), and sets them in the palm of your hand. “In case it gets too loud,” he murmurs, smiling.

He straightens up as the choreographer enters the room, who they greet and thank. They soon start practicing, and you find yourself carefully stuffing the earplugs in your ears. You watch them in awe, looking at each of them practicing the new moves. Your eyes always come back to Felix, and you soon find yourself grinning like a fool. The song was amazing, and you wrote a note down in your phone to tell Chan, Changbin, and Jisung later on.

Right as they start a break, JYP himself comes into the room. You look up from your phone, the blood draining from your face as you try to meet Felix’s eyes. They immediately turn around and greet him, bowing and thanking him for his time.

“Show me what you have so far,” JYP says, heading towards you, standing in front of the mirror. That’s when he notices you. His eyes narrow and he walks over to you, and you immediately bow in greeting.

You feel the anxiety bubbling in your chest, threatening to overwhelm you as your breathing becomes irregular.

“You’re not an intern. Who are you?” he inquires, resting his hands on his hips.

You gape up at him, but thankfully Felix is quick to come to your aid.

“Sorry, JYP! This is my partner, Y/N. They can’t talk right now, since their doctor has their voice on rest-” Felix begins, only to be interrupted. Your eyes widen in shock as he introduces you as his partner, quickly trying to hide your surprise as he lies for you.

“So they’re sick? They shouldn’t be here then!” JYP demands, his face reddening in anger.

“No! They just aren’t supposed to talk because they had vocal chord surgery, that’s all!” he explains, doing his best to pull the lie.

Felix’s words seem to console and calm JYP, who huffs.

“Someone’s going to have to give them a non-disclosure agreement then,” he huffs, looking at the staff as if to tell them they needed to. “I will have a conversation with you later, Yongbok,” JYP sneers.

You knew Felix was in for it, but he gives you a charming smile before starting to practice.

You notice JYP’s glare every now and then, so when they take a break you make a beeline for the door, heading to Chan’s studio room and sending Felix a text with an explanation. You’re so caught up in remaining calm and composed that you almost bump into who turns out to be Mina from Twice.

Your eyes widen and you apologize, bowing and managing to say a soft, “I’m sorry.”

Once in Chan’s studio room, you move his chair and curl up under his desk. You put the hood of your hoodie over your head, doing some deep breathing. You take out the earplugs and put them in your pocket before turning on some soft, soothing music.

You close your eyes and don’t realize you had fallen asleep until Felix comes in the room, calling your name. Before he panics, he notices you under the desk. He bends down and offers you his hand, saying, “C’mon, you must be uncomfortable.”

You take it and he helps you stand up, your back popping as you do so.

“Are you hungry? It’s been a while since breakfast, and we all stopped and had lunch,” he explains, gently letting go of your hand.

You shove the hood off of your head, grabbing his forearms. “Did you mean what you said?” you ask, your eyes wide as your cheeks flush.

“What I said?” he asks, perplexed.

You stare at him for a moment before blurting, “You called me your partner…”

“Oh,” Felix says, his voice small. “About that…” he begins, subtly checking his pulse before rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable…”

“Do you want me to be your partner?” you bluntly rephrase.

Felix’s cheeks turn pinker and pinker as he nods ever so slightly. “I’ve thought about asking you before, but never did. I wasn’t sure if you felt the same way, and you’re my best friend…” he murmurs.

“Well…” you shyly begin. “You’re patient, caring, and help me when I go nonverbal. You’re understanding of my space and sometimes I swear you know me better than myself. You’re… Well, pretty much everything I want in a boyfriend…”

“Really?” Felix asks, surprised at your admission.

“Yeah…” you murmur with a nod, glancing downwards as you loosen your grip on his arms. You look back up and bite your lip before shyly asking, “Will you kiss me?”

Felix blinks, but smiles before pulling down both of your masks and giving you a soft kiss on your lips. You whine softly, so he cups your cheek and kisses you again.

After he pulls away, he smiles and giggles, “So about that non disclosure agreement…”

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strawbearisamu · 3 years

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promises [summer collection: vol 3]

❀ timeskip! matsukawa issei x gn! reader | wc: 1.2k

summary: snapshots of the promises he made you, 8 years at a time from when you were 8 to 16 and finally a proposal at 24.

note: volumes are not connected this is a standalone story.

"hey! you can trust me," he smirked.

"oh yeah? do you remember the first promise you made?" you grinned.

❀ eight — accidents

in the sweltering heat of the sun, slippers warm from the heat, slapping against the tarmac in your little cul-de-sac, you chased him. the humidity of summer enveloping you, you wipe the sheen of sweat off your forehead, panting to catch your breath, "i give up, you win issei!"

he beamed in response, so obnoxious yet so pure, you couldn't help the little smile that graced your lips too.

"that means you have to try it! ride the bike side to side, it'll go faster!"

"side to side?" you asked, a little unsure of what he meant, getting on your little bicycle.

"yeah! it'll work, trust me," he boasted, "i saw it on tv!"

"promise?" you asked, fingers gripping a little tighter on the worn rubber handles of your bike.

"promise!" eight-year-old issei said in excitement before riding off ahead of you.

"side to side," you mumble under your breath, before pedaling up the slope, fast, your younger self blissfully ignorant of the burn in your calves and thighs, you steer your bike towards the left, then the right, then the left, and again and again. somehow convincing yourself that it was working, you gave him a thumbs-up as he looked back towards you, "catch up slowpoke!"

"i will!" you huffed at him, provoked, speeding up, as the gears of the bike started whirring louder, the wind whistling in your ear. you reach a hard corner and issei is still way ahead of you, one harsh turn tips the scales in the equilibrium of gravity as you crash and collide onto the ground.

"yn!" issei shouts, turning back and pedaling towards you.

you sniffled a little, rubbing the bloody gash on your knees, hands now a little grimy and stained from the tarmac, the rough road scraping your arms and knees, blood running along your elbows.

"you promised it would work!" you frown at him, as he leaned towards you, poking your bruise in curiosity, "OW!"

"i'm sorry y/n! they said it on tv!" he said panicked, scratching his head, before pushing you back to his house as you sat on his bike. his mom horrified at the wound, patching you up and forcing her son to apologise to you again.

"okay that's a little unfair, i was 8!" he crossed his arms.

"okay fine. ah! what about that one time!" your eyes lit up as you recalled the memory.

❀ sixteen — sneaking out

"issei," you squeezed his forearm, "we'll be fine right?"

"relax, i've done this before, we'll be fine." he assured, a playful glint in his eye. "i promise, don’t you trust me?" he inched down towards you as you nodded.

and so the both of you snuck past the napping guard, the small rusty back gate creaking as he gently pried it open, grabbing onto your wrist and dragging you along behind him, navigating the overgrown path.

giggling, you clutched onto your bags and each other as you ran, in the sports shoes you changed into just for this, in the humid summer heat, uniforms clinging onto the layer of sweat on your skin, palms sweaty against each others, a burning ache in your calves and thighs as you tried to keep up with him.

tapping your cards hastily, and hopping onto the first train. settling onto the seats of the semi-packed train. with the cool air of the air conditioning blowing in your face, and issei by your side, you still yourself in the moment, admiring him, his face, memorising the texture his curls, the slant in his lids, the curve of his lips, the scenery beyond the windows, imprinting it all in your mind, hoping you would never forget, only smiling when he raised a brow at you.

four stops later, you guys arrive at your destination. all the elaborate stealth just to eat at your favourite little ramen shop tucked away at the fourth stop. the both of you bursting into adrenaline-fuelled giggles as soon as you stepped onto the platform.

—

you slurped the last of your ramen, letting out a satisfying sigh. "we actually did it!" you grinned, proud. you and issei occupying two of the eight limited counter seats in the cramped little shop.

"we sure did," he smiled at you, resting a palm on your head before wiping away the layer of sweat on his forehead as you stared. "something on my face?" he teased, eyes finally meeting yours as your gazes lingered on one another, allowing yourselves the privilege to indulge. his deep-set eyes boring into yours with an emotion so raw and indescribable that even in the years you would spend apart, you would never forget them.

"aha! another broken promise, we were called into office the next day issei, and i distinctly remember you saying we would never get caught," you snickered.

"hey none of that matters now, only the promise i'll make you today," he defended, reaching across the candle-lit table for your hand.

❀ twenty-four — proposals

"yn," he reached into the pocket of his blazer with his free hand, pulling out a red, velvet box, popping it open to reveal a ring.

you let out a soft gasp, your bottom lip quivering slightly as you blink back the tears welling in your eyes.

"yn, i may have broken a lot of our promises, and i will admit i’ve been a bit of an asshole. but this time, i promise you, i will do everything in my power to be a damn near perfect partner for you, to make you the happiest spouse, to love you through thick and thin, through the good and the bad, through everything. as long as i’m with you.”

"issei…” a tear rolling down your cheek, “you promise?" you whispered.

"i promise." he nodded, thumb gently caressing your cheeks, wiping away the tear. the same grey eyes from 8 years ago boring into yours once again.

"that's what you said all those times too," you laugh.

"i guess you'll just have to trust me again, will you marry me?" he smiled.

"issei, i’ve never said no to all your dumb ideas, not when we were eight, not when we were sixteen," you paused, gaze falling to the ring in his hand then back at him as you soaked in the moment. the soft candle light illuminating his face, his eyes sparkling a little as they reflected the light, curls falling softly, the expectant look on his face as he fiddled the ring between his fingers.

"so are you marrying me or not?" he pouted a little in frustration.

"and i certainly am not saying no at twenty-four, yes, of course i'll marry you issei." the smile on his lips widen impossibly, impatiently sliding the ring onto your ring finger, as though he couldn't wait another moment longer.

"i can't believe you said yes, now you're stuck with me forever," a goofy smile playing on his lips, issei gets up, moving towards you, pulling your sitting form into a hug. "i love you so much," his leans his forehead against yours before guiding the back of your head into his chest, an arm wrapped around your shoulder.

"we still have to do a ceremony dumbass and you better not break your promise again," you warned, voice muffed into his top as he kissed the top of your head, "i won't babe."

sol’s comments ❀: wahaha self indulgence again :> that whole bicycle thing is based on a true story and im positive he meant sway side to side instead of steer side to side now that ive watched yowamushi pedal (aka now that im a pro cyclist). also me and my bff used to sneak out a lot during free sessions so the 2nd part was inspired by that hehe.

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helloalycia · 3 years

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The Wrong Lifetime – Two // Wanda Maximoff

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author’s note: thank you so much for the feedback on chapter one, everyone! i really appreciate and I’m glad you’re excited for more. hope you enjoy :)

"What do you think of this one?"

I pulled a face, shaking my head. My brother sighed dramatically before moving along the display cabinet, searching for the perfect ring.

Just as he'd said at dinner the other night, we were browsing engagement rings for Wanda, and I was (obviously) hating every second of it. My parents thought it would be good to help Y/B/N whilst also getting me more involved in the whole wedding thing; and I couldn't exactly say no to them, so here I was, half interested in what we were doing.

"What if I can't find anything?" Y/B/N asked, chewing the inside of his cheek as he continued to look. "This is the third jewellers we've been to, Y/N."

Figuring it was time to actually make an effort and be a supportive sister, I rested a hand on his shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "You'll find something," I told him confidently. "It just needs to come to you, y'know? She'll love anything you pick."

He smiled at me. "Thanks. I just don't want to disappoint her. The last thing I want to worry about is her hating the ring."

I chuckled, rounding the cabinet to get a look at a different display. "I doubt she'll hate any of this. Girls love jewellery. This is pretty good jewellery."

"Y/N, you hate jewellery," he pointed out with amusement, and I rolled my eyes playfully.

"I don't hate it," I defended. "I'm just not a fan of shopping for it."

He snickered as he continued to peruse the cabinets. "Well, Wanda seems to love it. D'you see how many rings she was wearing that night?"

I breathed out through my nose, definitely remembering. It was hard to forget when her ring-adorned fingers were brushing the top of my hand every few minutes. But obviously I wasn't going to say that to Y/B/N, so I hummed in response.

It went quiet as I tried to find a ring that would suffice. Rings weren't my taste, personally. I was more of a necklace person, so this was just as difficult for me as it was for Y/B/N. They all looked similar to me though, upon closer inspection, had different engravings and patterns in the gold and silver bands.

"So, what did you think of Wanda's brother?" Y/B/N asked, earning my attention.

He was smiling cheekily as he awaited a response.

"Pietro?" I asked with creased brows. He nodded and I continued, "He was nice, I guess. Has a sense of humour."

My brother gave me a knowing look as he looked at the glass display once again. "He's unmarried you know."

"No, thank you," I answered instantly, not particularly fond of discussing my potential marital future with my brother.

"Oh, don't be like that, Y/N," he said with a laugh. "I'm just looking out for you!"

I drummed my fingers on the cabinet top. "Well, I didn't ask you to. I'm perfectly content as I am."

Y/B/N cocked his head to the side as he glanced at me. "You know you can't stay unmarried forever." I opened my mouth to say something, but he was quick to continue. "And no, not because a woman should marry no matter what. But rather because you will most definitely give mum a heart attack."

I closed my mouth, trying to come up with a response, but my shoulders sank at the truth to his words. He half-smiled when he knew I knew he was right.

"I don't want to think about this now," I decided, waving my hand. "Ring. Look. Now."

He laughed again but nodded and stayed quiet. We both continued to have a look around until I was surprisingly certain that I'd found the perfect ring. There was a case filled with rings holding precious gemstones and a particular one stood out to me.

"Hey, Y/B/N, come here," I called him over, eyes never leaving the ring as I moved closer to inspect it. "What about this one?"

Pointing to the glass case, I chose an elegant silver band with a small, non-dominating emerald gemstone sat on top. It wasn't too flashy nor too plain and something told me that it might just be Wanda's taste.

"It'll match her eyes," I said, watching him as he leaned forward to get a better look. "She'll love it."

My brother seemed confused as he straightened up. "I thought her eyes were brown."

I rolled my eyes, taking a step back. "Fine, get a brown ring."

He tried not to laugh as he raised his hands with defeat. "Okay, okay, I believe you, no need for the sarcasm!" He proceeded to call the shopkeeper over to get the ring and glanced at me once more. "You're one hundred percent sure she's got green eyes?"

"Well, they're hazel, but this will definitely compliment them," I assured him, making him shrug as he looked back to the shopkeeper.

To my own dismay, I was certain her eyes were hazel. They were very inviting and the dinner the other night was evidence of that, as I found myself unable to look away whenever she found my gaze. Hopefully she'd like the ring, I guess.

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The bothersome thing about my brother's engagement was just how many celebrations that followed. A week after the dinner came the engagement party, a celebratory evening with all of our family and friends and my brother's many admirers. The Maximoffs invited their friends, too, sadly not having any extended family to invite as it was only them here in England.

It was an expensive affair, but so was everything when it came to my brother. There was food, drinks, dancing, gifts and much more for the newly-engaged couple, and I once again found myself dressed in an uncomfortable dress of my mother's choice.

If that wasn't enough of a punishment, I was also reunited with my extended family whom only showed their faces on glamorous occasions such as this one. It's not that I didn't like them, but I felt like I rarely knew them, especially when they shared stories from when they used to see me as a baby and expected me to remember the memory like it was yesterday.

I found myself victim to yet another relative at the start of the evening. This time, it was one of my aunties from my father's side whom I vaguely recognised from my childhood. She'd found me by the snacks table where I was recovering from a previous encounter with a cousin of mine, and immediately began pulling my cheeks and reminiscing on how chubby and cute they were when I was – you guessed it – a baby.

"Auntie, I think that–"

"So grown up, but still so cute!" she gushed, cutting me off and proceeding to yank my cheeks so hard that they began to hurt.

I winced, trying to back away, but she dragged me closer by the face, making me groan with displeasure.

"Y/N, there you are!"

The only reason I knew it was Wanda who called for me was because of her Russian accent, otherwise I was still unable to turn and check because my auntie had me trapped. When Wanda came into sight, stopping by the two of us, my auntie finally let go, now distracted by the brunette. I exhaled gratefully, hands rubbing my cheeks to relieve the ache. I had no doubts they were red from the pinching. God, I hated family reunions.

"I'm very sorry to interrupt," Wanda apologised with an endearing smile as she looked to my auntie, "but please may I steal Y/N away from you for a moment?"

My auntie nodded enthusiastically. "Of course, dear! You're family now! Do whatever you like."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes as she said that. Wanda flashed her a final smile before tugging me away, near some deserted high table.

"What did you need?" I asked, quirking a brow.

She was looking around the room when I asked her, before her eyes focused on me. Unlike me, she seemed very comfortable in this environment, and the dress she wore was perfect for her. A scarlet-coloured gown that put anybody else's clothes here to shame. Did she just look good in everything or something?

"I didn't actually need anything," she answered, licking her lips. "I just saw your auntie harassing you and figured you'd like the escape."

Surprised at her observant nature, I cleared my throat and relaxed my shoulders. "Oh, well thanks."

She smiled widely, teeth shining and eyes sparkling and I was now beginning to think she truly had no flaws.

"You look beautiful tonight by the way," she said, and there was nobody around to hear it which made me think she wasn't trying to kiss up like I'd assumed initially.

"Thanks," I returned with a small smile. "I– er– so do you. Is that your favourite colour?"

She was wearing a similar colour the first night we met, so I could only assume it was. Which was a good choice, since she looked good in it.

She glanced down at her dress and nodded. "Something like that."

I leaned on the table as I watched her curiously. "Shouldn't you be with Y/B/N?"

Looking back up, she grinned mischievously. "You trying to get rid of me already?"

Shaking my head, I tried to find the words to say that I wasn't and she'd misinterpreted, but she was doing that thing again where she wouldn't look away first, her eyes glowing with amusement. If I wasn't certain before today that her eyes were a bright hazel colour, I definitely was now.

"I'm kidding," she finally said, laughter spilling from her lips. It was a sweet sound and I suddenly envied my brother for being able to hear it whenever he pleased.

"I just thought that you would be together since it's your engagement party," I explained, a little more flustered than I'd wanted to be.

Her lips pressed together in a suppressed smile as she nodded behind me. I spun around, following her gaze, and spotted my brother across the room charming some guests with, no doubt, another epic tale of his career.

"He seems to be doing fine on his own, milaya," Wanda whispered into my ear, making me freeze at the warmth of her breath tickling my skin.

Shivers ran down my spine as she was close enough for her perfume to infiltrate my nose. Swallowing hard, trying not to be very much attracted to her accent when she spoke English but also Russian, I took a moment to breathe out and clear my head of thoughts containing the Maximoff woman. When I was sure I was okay, I craned my neck to speak to her, only to feel my mouth go dry.

She was stood very close to me still, a teasing smirk on her lips. Up close, her eyes were intoxicating, drawing me in and making me forget where we were and what we were talking about.

"Do I make you nervous, Y/N?" she asked quietly, feigning innocence, her accent thicker than usual.

My lips parted as I tried to say something, but her eyes were distracting and her lips were curved upwards perfectly and I suddenly forgot how to speak English.

She chuckled, stepping back slightly, and I wiped my sweaty palms on my dress as Wanda watched me with amusement.

"Your mother is calling you," she said, nodding behind me. And then I heard my mother indeed calling my name. "I'll leave you to it. Try not to fall victim to another family member."

I swallowed the lump in my throat, eyes falling to her mouth as she bit her lower lip to contain a smile. What was she getting out of this? Did she find joy in making me flustered or was she actually flirting right now? The latter couldn't be possible... she was going to marry my brother. This was her engagement party for crying out loud! She was definitely enjoying making me stumble over myself.

"Right," I spoke, finally finding my words.

With a quick nod, I looked away and followed the sound of my mother's voice. I was unsure why I felt the need to look over my shoulder, but when I did, I saw Wanda watching me still, eyes gleaming even with the distance. I looked away instantly, hoping this weird, flirtatious behaviour of hers would cease soon. I wasn't sure I could take anymore of it.

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The evening was going well following Wanda's (what I was now calling) tormenting. I stuck to myself when my mother wasn't dragging me around, forcing me to mingle with family friends.

Tucked in the corner with a book I'd managed to sneak along was a good pastime, until halfway through the evening, everybody was brought to the front of the room for an announcement. I almost missed it if it weren't for Pietro finding me and trying not to laugh at my complete disconnect from the event around me.

"They're exchanging the rings," he told me, pulling me from my table and to the front. "Family's got to be there. Including you, Y/N."

I rushed to put my bookmark between my pages as he tugged me along, finally stopping by the front of the crowd alongside our mothers. Standing before everyone were our fathers and the engaged couple themselves, all smiling and putting on the perfect show.

"We are privileged to announce the engagement and union of my beloved daughter, Wanda Maximoff, and everybody's favourite author, Y/B/N Y/L/N," Oleg announced proudly, glass of champagne in his hand.

Both Y/B/N and Wanda exchanged smiles before looking out to everyone. When my brother's eyes met mine, I smiled encouragingly, and when Wanda's eyes met mine, my smile faded as she grinned my way, eyes saying a thousand things, none of which I could decipher.

"They will now present each other with the rings," my dad said, making the crowd chatter excitedly amongst themselves.

All eyes were on the couple as they presented their rings. Wanda had gotten Y/B/N a plain silver band, perfect for the guy who wasn't a fan of jewellery, and he wore it with pride. Then Y/B/N offered up the ring we'd picked in the store and Wanda's smile was as wide as ever when she saw it.

He placed it on her ring finger and she studied it once more, the emerald sparkling under the light and making all the women in the crowd jealous. She pulled him in for a grateful hug, pressing a kiss to his cheek, and I found myself looking away, not particularly a fan of them getting cosy.

"Gross, right?" Pietro asked, nudging me in the arm slightly. He was trying not to laugh as he avoided looking at the couple up front. "Like, we get it, you're engaged."

A smile appeared on my lips as I glanced at the silver-haired publisher, appreciating his attempt to make me laugh.

"Gross indeed," I agreed.

He rolled his eyes playfully before looking forward again, watching as my father continued to make a speech about how great it was to unify our families.

I listened in, though I'd heard the same spiel several times at home when they'd initiated the idea in the first place. Judging from the look on Pietro's face, he'd heard the same, and I was glad it wasn't just me who felt icky about this whole thing.

This evening couldn't end any sooner.

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"I just don't understand why I need to go," I complained to my mother.

She was sat before her mirror, finishing applying her makeup and looking presentable for the girl's trip she'd planned for Iryna, Wanda, herself and I.

"Because you're going to become Wanda's sister-in-law and we are all going to become a family," she said like it was obvious, not bothering to look my way. "It'll be fun, Y/N."

I groaned quietly, leaning against the doorframe. A servant fussed around my mother's room, tidying up the mess of clothes she'd left in her wake from picking an outfit. I watched her with boredom, knowing I'd take that job over today's plans any day.

"You might make a new friend with Wanda," my mum continued delightfully. "Wouldn't that be nice?"

I tensed my jaw, eyes narrowing into the window ahead. "Yeah, really nice, mum."

"Good, now go and w–" she began, but was cut off when the doorbell rang from downstairs. Waving her hand, she said, "Go greet the Maximoffs whilst I finish up here, dear."

I sighed, straightening up. "Do I have a choice?"

"Don't forget to smile!" she called after me.

Making my way downstairs, I saw one of our servants opening the door and greeting the Maximoffs politely before letting them inside. Upon spotting me descending the staircase, Iryna smiled brightly.

"Y/N, dear, how lovely to see you!" she exclaimed, and when I got to the bottom, she pulled me in for a surprise hug. "How are you doing this morning, my dear?"

After recovering from the surprise hug, ignoring the way Wanda stifled laughter from behind her mother, I stepped back and gave the older woman a genuine smile.

"I'm doing good, Miss Maximoff," I said, and when she gave me a stern look, I backtracked, remembering her words from the engagement party a few nights ago. "Iryna– right, sorry. I'm doing good. And yourself?"

"Very good now that we're here," she said cheerfully, before nodding for Wanda to join her side. "Wan, what are you doing there? Come and give your sister-in-law a hug the right way!"

I gulped as Wanda did as her mother said, stepping forward without hesitation and pulling me in for a quick hug. Not wanting to look like an idiot, I wrapped my arms around her torso, hoping I wasn't as stiff as I felt. Once again, she smelt really good and I forgot how to breathe.

"Good morning, milaya," she muttered in my ear before pulling away with a harmless smile.

"Morning," I got out, being sure to avoid her gaze as I looked back to her mother. "Can I offer either of you a cup of tea? Or a drink? My mother is just finishing getting ready."

"No need, Y/N!" my mum called as she walked down the stairs behind me. Wearing an apologetic smile, she looked to Iryna and Wanda. "Sorry about that, ladies. I'm all ready to go if you are."

After sharing a greeting with them, my mum led us all outside to the carriage that was waiting to take us into town. We got in and were soon on our way to have the time of our life! (Cue the sarcasm).

"So, Y/N," Iryna said, and I looked up to see her sat beside Wanda who was sat opposite me. "What are your thoughts on this whole engagement? It was quite the affair the other night!"

I forced a smile as I nodded respectfully. "It was a great evening, Iryna. A great start to a successful marriage, I'm sure."

That seemed to start Iryna on a tangent about the engagement and how lovely the evening was and all of the new family members she met on our side. A sigh escaped my lips as I practically relived it with her retelling, making my mum nudge me in the arm gently but scoldingly.

"...and the ring!" Iryna enthused, not noticing my disinterest. "Don't get me started on the ring. Is there anything Y/B/N isn't good at?"

I could name a few things, yes.

With difficulty, I pressed my lips together to stop myself from cracking a knowing smile. Iryna told Wanda to hold out her hand so she could take another look, and as she did, it was the first time I'd seen the ring up close since she'd been given it. I glanced between the ring and her eyes and knew I'd made the right decision.

My mother began to shower Wanda in compliments – "Oh, it matches your eyes, dear! It's like it's meant to be!" – as I sat back and wished we'd arrive at the shops already.

"Between us ladies," my mum said playfully to Wanda, "is it good enough or did you expect something better?"

Wanda chuckled, shaking her head. "I didn't have any expectations, Y/M/N. I would have been happy with whatever Y/B/N picked. But this... this is absolutely stunning. He clearly put a lot of thought into it."

Yes, of course he did. So thoughtful, isn't he? Especially his attention to detail, like when he remembered the colour of your eyes.

Oh, wait.

After what felt like forever, we finally reached the shops and could escape that shrinking carriage for a few minutes before heading into a dress shop to suffocate yet again.

As usual, I followed my mother around like a lost puppy, letting her take the lead with picking some clothes. She was deep into conversation with Iryna, the two of them bonding instantly as they talked about their interests and marriage and their children's engagement.

At one point, I left them to it, resorting to browsing through a rack that had some pretty pastel dresses hanging from it. I didn't have plans to buy anything since I didn't need anything, but it didn't hurt to look.

"Hey," Wanda's voice echoed from behind me, and I glanced over my shoulder to see her joining my side.

"Hey," I replied, continuing to look through the dresses.

She browsed through the rack also, going through each dress slowly as she smiled to herself. "So, you don't like shopping I take it."

I hummed in agreement. "Not really."

She nodded, continuing her browsing. "You don't like parties either. Or dinners." I hummed again and she continued, "And you don't like it when your brother gets all the attention."

I hummed subconsciously, before realising what she said. Stopping my browsing, I looked to her with furrowed brows. "I never said that."

Mischief dancing in her eyes, she glanced me way and winked playfully. "You didn't need to."

Clenching my jaw slightly, I busied myself with going through the hangers, hoping the heat creeping up my neck would disperse. I wasn't going to let Wanda get to me yet again. It was like she had some kind of magic spell on me, making me unable to think straight whenever she was in my vicinity.

"I know you picked my ring by the way," she said after a moment of silence.

I licked my lips and played dumb, not looking her way. "What do you mean? Y/B/N chose it."

She snickered. "I know it was you, Y/N. No man in the world is that thoughtful."

I stayed quiet, figuring it was my best option. She seemed to find this entertaining as she turned to face me, leaning against the rack and watching me curiously.

"I must ask though. Why emerald?"

Fingers playing with the fabric of the dress before me, I shrugged nonchalantly. "Why not?"

She laughed, and it was the second time she'd done so so freely, making the pit of my stomach flip uncontrollably at the sound.

"You don't seem like the type to just do things," she observed. "There had to be a reason. Please enlighten me."

Once again, I shrugged as I made sure not to look her way. I wasn't planning to get sucked in by her killer eyes yet again.

"I'm not blind," I told her casually. "I saw it and remembered that you have hazel eyes that sometimes look green. I thought it would suit you. A mere artistic observation."

"Ah, I see," she said with a nod, playing along. "Well, you have good taste. Thank you. I adore it."

"It was nothing," I assured her, hoping she couldn't hear my heart beating ever-so-quickly in my chest. The longer she watched me, the more flustered I got.

Suddenly, she stepped forward, her hand resting on the small of my back. The simplest of touches had me paralysed, at a loss for words, frozen in place. Mentally I knew that it wasn't right that she made me react like this. But my body wouldn't listen to my brain and Wanda seemed to realise that, clearly revelling in my misery.

"So, you remembered my eye colour after just two meetings, huh?" she asked lightheartedly, leaning in, her hand still pressed to my back gently.

Finally finding the ability to stand my ground, I said, "I'm very observant," and I turned to look at her to show her that whatever game she was playing wasn't going to work anymore. Of course, that was a huge mistake, because as soon as my eyes locked with hers, I lost all resolve.

"That you are," she noted with a smirk, before her hand dropped to her side and she nodded to the long-forgotten dress in my hand. "You should get it. It suits you."

And with that comment, she left me alone to join our mothers yet again. I breathed out shakily, realising that Wanda Maximoff was becoming a bigger issue than I thought.

After purchasing some new dresses from several stores (no, I didn't buy the dress Wanda wanted me to), the four of us stopped by a café for a spot of lunch. Despite the flustered mess I became whenever Wanda gave me more attention than we both know she should have, I was having an okay time.

Iryna was very sweet, wanting to get to know me since we would be family soon, and made me feel at ease whenever she could. My mother was too distracted by her and Wanda's presence to tell me off for complaining, and it was just genuinely kind of nice to get out.

I was drinking a cup of tea as we waited for our food order when my mum tried to get the details on Wanda's newly-planned date with my brother in a few days.

"You're going to the theatre, right?" she asked Wanda eagerly, as if she didn't already know everything anyway.

Y/B/N had talked about this literally last night at dinner. It was to be Wanda's and his first official date, and the first real opportunity away from family and prying eyes to get to know each other better.

"Yes, he got tickets to see a new play I've never heard of," she admitted with a chuckle. "It'll be a chance to get to know him better. The only things I know of him are what my family have told me and what I've learnt from everyone around us."

Iryna smiled as she watched her daughter, whilst my mother waved her hand optimistically.

"Oh, I'm sure the date will go splendidly," she assured Wanda. "It's no secret that you're both very attractive, young adults. If there are no sparks between you, then we're all done for."

At this comment, Iryna and my mother both erupted into laughter, like it was some kind of joke that only middle-aged women seemed to get. I raised my eyebrows and dropped them behind a cup of tea, figuring it was best to stay quiet.

"I'm sure it will," Wanda said in agreement, though her voice was quieter, unable to be heard behind their laughter.

Surprisingly, I found myself intrigued by this rarely seen version of Wanda. It was a similar version to the one I'd seen the night of the dinner, when I showed her around upstairs and the conversation of my brother crept in. It wasn't hard to forget her ability to dance around the question to whether she liked him or not.

And now, she seemed to wear a false smile as she mulled over their date. I guess it was strange to see since I naturally figured she'd want to marry him – pretty much any woman in the city did – but maybe that wasn't the case.

"...tell her what he's like," my mother insisted, pulling me away from my observation. "You're his sister. Who better than you to give her an idea?"

Realising what she was saying, I tried not to choke on my tea. I lowered the cup and shook my head calmly, though the intent was very much urgent.

"She should just see," I said uncertainly. "I mean, what better way to know than to just speak to him?"

One deathly glance from my mother and I straightened up, looking to the Maximoffs before me.

"But if I was to say something," I continued smoothly, making my mother relax at my words, "I'd say that my brother has always been a very respectful man. He's kind-hearted and he's caring."

Iryna was hanging onto my every word whilst Wanda stared at me but seemed elsewhere.

"And he's really excited to get to know you better, Wanda," I said truthfully, looking to the oddly-quiet brunette with a small reassuring smile. "He really likes you."

Iryna mentioned something about Y/B/N being just the man her Wanda deserves, but I was barely paying attention as I looked to the girl in question. She returned my smile, void of teasing or mischief like usual, and nodded quickly before looking down to her own cup of tea.

She was certainly a strange one.

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John Mayer - Your body is a wonderland

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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : your boyfriend, Taeyong has been worn out due to working hard on his latest comeback & you just wanna appreciate him & tell him how much you love him <3

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 : sub!idol Dom!reader smut , angst ? some pretty cute fluff : 3, cursing , cream pie, cunninilingus, handjob , blowjob , praising

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 1.7k

hey everyone! this is my first official ff, so pardon me if there's Grammer errors, spelling mistakes, etc. I got inspired to write this while listening to "your body is a wonderland." I just love the soft, morning sex feel of the song & wanted to turn it into a ff. I'm not sure if I'll be an active poster , but I did have fun while writing this & making up stories is a hobby of mine so we'll see. feedback is very appreciated, & enjoy!! :3

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it was a pleasant Sunday morning & you woke up a little earlier than usual to the sound of birds chirping. You rubbed your eyes to adjust to the light streaming through the semi transparent curtains. next to you, lay your peacefully asleep boyfriend, Taeyong. {damn,} you thought, {even while sleeping he's just breathtaking to look at. God really does have favorites huh.} it made you smile to see him look so tranquil.

the night before, he came in the apartment quite fatigued since he had been out all day, practicing for his group's newest comeback.

"hey bubu," you said as you stood up from the couch you were sat at. you walked over & you hugged him. "how was everything today? any new progress?"

"mmm, everything's going along well, just a little tired because the recording session was a bit hard. I'm just glad to be back home & hugging you." he said while putting his head in the crook of your neck.

"you seem tired, baby." you reply, moving your fingers through his hair "want me to make you some tea maybe?"

"yeah, that'd be great. I'm just gonna go lay down on the bed for a bit. " he smiled tiredly, putting his backpack & shoes next to the door.

you went into the kitchen to get a kettle onto the stove. once it started boiling, you poured it into two small mugs for the both of you, added the tea bags & stirred in some honey. you left for the bedroom & came in to see Tae curled up, fast asleep on the bed. you sighed, a bit sad & put down the cups onto the night stand next to the bed & sat down besides him. you glanced at the clock on top of the night stand, 9:55 PM. makes sense he was tired, he left pretty early in the morning. however, you wanted to talk to him at least for a little bit more since it felt like the two of you hadn't had a conversation or even really cuddled in so long for his job was keeping him very occupied. sure you both texted back & forth while you could, but it just didn't feel the same as actually being there together. it wasn't too long before his comeback would be present, but then again, he'd be busy with promotions. a bit crestfallen, you slipped out of your clothes, went to get washed & had gotten into bed.

back to the present, you were thinking of how nice it was just to be close to him & know you could finally have a day where you could both just enjoy each other's company. you knew you wanted to do some extra special caring for him. knowing how he's been so hard at work was a sign he's in need of some extra special lovin'. you felt like you hadn't been able to tell him how much you loved & appreciated him, & now, you felt like you could finally do it. you snuggled up closer to him, gently put your hand onto his face & started caressing him. Taeyong 's nose scrunched & his eyes fluttered open.

"good morning bubu. " you said, continually stroking his cheek with the tips of your fingers. "sleep well?"

taeyong smiled & stretched a bit. "yeah, I feel well rested. how about you?"

"same same. I'm just glad you don't have to go anywhere today. I've missed being able to be with you. "

"I'm sorry I fell asleep so quickly last night y/n. I just wanted to lie down since I felt so drowsy but I dozed off like an idiot & didn't get to talk to you while I had the chance. I feel so bad since I feel I've been terrible at spending time with you & actually being a boyfriend. " he looked down glumly.

"no, baby, it's fine. it's understandable since you've been going pretty hard lately, & we have all day today so : )" you assured him pressing a small kiss on his forehead.

you smiled & held his cheeks between your hands & kissed his lips ever so gently. he kissed back, & you started to kiss back a little bit harder. before you knew it, things were starting to get really heated. you had slid your tongue over his lips as an ask to come in, & he happily let you in. that cute little bubblegum tongue of his sure knew how to get you riled up, cause damn, was he a good kisser. tongues playing harmoniously while softly panting. you broke out of the deep kissing to kiss his cheek & then started to leave kisses all along his sharp jawline. you climbed on top of him & worked your way down his neck, leaving a plush trail of kisses with him sighing softly. your hands trailed down his stomach & onto his forming hard on. starting to slowly stroke his covered bulge, you now moved your lips to his nipple, giving a few light licks, giving you great joy to hear the sweet little whimpers that were coming out of his mouth. you started to work faster with your tongue & hand. you lightly dragged your tongue down his abdomen & hooked your fingers around the waistband of his boxers & pulled them off. his cock sprung up & slapped against his stomach. the tip was sore & red, glistening with precum, which made you lick your lips in anticipation. slowly, you started to stroke it,from the base & squeezing a bit once you came to the top. you began to pick up the pace, taking in your boyfriend's pretty flushed face, begging you to touch him more.

"fuck tae, your body is like a wonderland. you're so beautiful. "

he started blushing at the compliments, hand slightly against his mouth , & that just made you want to do more. you stopped stroking his length & he whined at the lack of friction, trying to buck his hips in the air. however, you had a firm grip on his left thigh & wouldn't let him. you moved further down his body, until your head was in between his thighs. you started leaving kisses & bites all along his inner thighs. reaching to his dick, you placed a quick kiss on the tip & started giving a few kitten licks.

"fuck y/n,you're such a tease. " taeyong panted out.

"I'm just trying to savor every moment of this baby ♡" you said smirking since you knew what you were doing to him.

finally, you took him whole & he groaned out loud. bobbing your head up & down, his tip sometimes reaching the back of your throat, making you moan & send out vibrations, which made him moan right back . chest heaving & eliciting pretty moans , his back was slightly arched & his hips were pushed up a bit, but you made sure he was held put. he practically melted by your hands, & it was amazing to feel you had this much power over him. you could tell he was reaching his limit, & you got off of him with a *pop*. you were about to position himself into your entrance when he grabbed your wrist.

"no....not yet. I want you to feel good too. please, sit on my face. "

"ok, I'll let you since you've been a pretty good boy." you say as you crawl up onto him. you lower yourself slowly above his face & he holds your thighs in place. he takes one long lick across your slit, savoring it as if it tastes like candy & starts eating you out like he'll never be able to do it again.

"you're so pretty, y/n" he says against you, nose deep into you.

"ah fuck, & you're so good at this tae." you say tugging onto his hair, trying tohold back moans.

the way he eats you out is unbearably good. his tongue, gliding along your vulva , up & down & making circle motions on your clit gets you feeling so high. you felt yourself coming to a reach, & taeyong could see it & started to go even faster. your thighs started to shake in the euphoric feeling & you held his hair as he continued lapping up your juices until you told him to stop. finally, you got down off of his face & positioned yourself. you lowered yourself down onto his firm cock. "ohhh" taeyong let out a deep groan, relieved he was finally getting attention on him again. you stretched your torso across to pin his hands above his head & slowly started to move, your hips going perpendicular. moving your head towards him, you went back in for more kissing. tongues entangling & beads of sweat falling down in between your foreheads. having a tight grip on both his hands, you started going at a quicker pace, drawing out more moans from tae.

"oh my god. I'm close, y/n." taeyong moaned out against your lips with his hands starting to tremble.

"ok baby. you can cum." you replied, increasing the movements of your hips & pushing your lips into a deeper kiss with his. you felt his thighs starting to quiver & his hips bucked up deeper into yours, warm cum spilling out from inside you. you both rode it out together until you started to pant. not moving anymore,you were still on him with a bit of cum dripping out of your pussy, creaminess covering his cock. you rose up & got some tissues to clean the both of you. after that, you laid down next to him. him turning to meet your face & his chest still rising.

"it doesn't matter how long we've been together, you still manage somehow to make my heart race with every breath you take." taeyong said, a bashful little smile creeping onto his face.

"well, you never fail to make me smile at your sappy commentary." you giggled, running your hands through his messy hair. "you're pretty cute too."

"I can't believe I get to date someone as angelic as you." he said, snuggling his head into your chest, arms wrapping around your waist.

"ha, you make my heart flutter, really. I'm so lucky to have you. " you cuddled him back, hands on the back of his head, gently caressing him.

"love you, y/n"

"love you too, yongie" you replied smiling, savoring the intimacy of the moment.

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