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freesia-writes · 2 months

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I haven't watched TBB yet but I've been spoiled but not as much. I'm also not gonna be able to watch S3 yet because I need to finish TCW, but I have been so so so so so very massively in love with Wrecker ;///////;. I gave up rushing so I'm gonna just gonne binge on all the fluffy Wrecker fics for Happy Hearts Month ♥.

May I please have a Wrecker x Reader fic where:

Reader and Wrecker were supposed to meet either for a date or something and Reader is late so Wrecker ate what he was supposed to give to Reader because idk maybe he's anxious or worried? It can be cookies, cupcakes, chocolates, a cake — anything sweet.

And maybe Reader did the same? Ate what she was supposed to give Wrecker and when they met they just both realize they did the same thing cause there'd be crumbs or something and sjdlaksjdlkajdlkajdakljdalkd.

Just over all feel good wholesomeness. I don't mind any flirting or slight nsfw, but bear hugs and all over kisses from Wrecker would b suuuuuuperrrrrrrrr adorbs!

Maybe a second date vibe?

Only if you can, pretty please and thank you ♥. Sorry if it's too much!

I can't wait for you to get to enjoy the series! I kinda took this in a sliiiiightly different direction for funsies. ;) Dividers by @stars-n-spice from this post here!

Wrecker x GN Reader

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The air in the bustling corridors of the base buzzed with anticipation as you hurried toward your meeting spot with Wrecker. Your heart raced with excitement, eager to spend time with the big-hearted clone who had captured your attention. You’d spent extra time getting ready, wanting to make a good impression, as it was still only your second date. It had been a surprising few weeks that you’d been able to be stationed on the same base, catching little conversations with him when his squad was on site for a few days before being shipped off again, and the romance had blossomed immediately.

You’d been so shocked and delighted at his willingness to pursue something, having assumed he’d make excuses or find it entirely unattainable for someone in his position. But your first date had been so simple, so sweet… You were blown away and entirely infatuated from then on, and you had to wait another few weeks for Clone Force 99 to return.

So when you were finally able to greet him with a beaming smile, immediately finding yourself wrapped in his unmatched, delightfully warm hug upon his return, you’d made plans immediately for a second date, excited for the convenient upcoming holiday that celebrated love and romance in all its forms.

Rounding the corner, you spotted Wrecker standing there, a hopeful look in his eyes. He looked so dapper, you thought you would burst with joy. He’d found some basic cargo pants and was still wearing his black shirt, but he’d added some kind of sport coat that looked two sizes too small, yet gave him an adorably debonair appearance. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of him, and you quickened your pace, eager to close the distance between you.

But as you approached, you couldn't help but notice the guilty expression on Wrecker's face, immediately sending you into a spiral of overthinking. Confusion flickered across your features as you came to a stop in front of him.

"Hi!” you said, trying to be nonchalant. But his reaction evoked the true question out of you. “What… Erm… Something wrong?" you asked, your brow furrowing in concern.

Wrecker's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he shuffled awkwardly on his feet. "Uh, well, you see... I had a real special treat for you… Something I found at a food cart outside the base. It was so fancy…" he admitted sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. You smiled at his irresistible charm.

“Well what’s wrong with that?” you said playfully, gently grazing a hand up and down the outside of his arm.

“I ate it,” he blurted, slowly lifting his eye to yours with an expression of shame and a touch of mischief.

Your eyes widened in surprise. "You ate it?" you repeated, your tone a mixture of amusement and disbelief.

"Yeah, I, uh, got nervous and... it looked really good," Wrecker confessed, his cheeks turning an even deeper shade of red.

A laugh bubbled up from your lips as you reached out to gently pat Wrecker's arm. "It's okay, Wrecker. I'm sure whatever it was, it was delicious," you reassured him with a warm smile. “And that’s kind of adorable,” you confessed, blushing yourself as his jaw dropped and his eyebrows rose. “Besides, dinner with you IS the treat,” you snickered.

Wrecker's expression brightened at your understanding, his heart swelling with gratitude. "Thanks... You're the best," he said earnestly.

With a shared chuckle, you fell into step beside each other, the awkwardness of the moment melting away in the warmth of your easy camaraderie. As you walked, you couldn't help but sneak glances at Wrecker, marveling at the way his eyes sparkled with life and his smile lit up the room.

Before long, you found yourselves at a quaint little café nestled in a corner of the nearby town, the scent of freshly baked pastries wafting through the air. Wrecker held the door open for you with a gallant flourish, a proud grin on his face as he ushered you inside. As you settled into a cozy booth by the window, your cheeks almost hurt from smiling when he squeezed onto the cushy bench seat beside you instead of sitting across from you.

“This alright?” he asked with a grin.

“Heck yes,” you quipped, and the way he rested his broad palm on your knee as you considered your menu made your heart skip a beat. So polite, so comforting, so protective… All in a single touch? How did you get so lucky… Conversation flowed freely as you considered your options, ordering a few different things to share between the two of you.

Hours passed, with a hearty dinner followed by some little bites of dessert and some hot coffees to finish the whole thing off, and you found yourself stuffed, warm, and unbelievably content as you leaned against his side. He’d just finished a detailed description of a mission that had gotten steadily more wild as it went on, and by the end you didn’t even know if it was an entirely true story. But it didn’t matter; you were in heaven and would weasel the truth out of him later if needed.

You finished with a walk back to the base, taking the long way around and sharing some gum that the restaurant had given you along with your bill. You blew bubbles, snuck gazes at each other side to side, and meandered slowly. The conversation dwindled a little, leaving a comfortable silence that stretched until you reached the door where you would part ways.

You stopped, slowly turning to face him with a demure look on your face. It felt like a dream that you didn’t want to wake up from, and he opened his arms to invite you into another hug that conjured up every warm, happy moment you’d ever had. A sigh fell from your lips as you leaned into his chest, shifting your bag back over your shoulder as it swung forward to whack him in the hip.

“This was really fun, Wrecker,” you said earnestly, pulling away only a little bit, leaving your arms around his hips.

“It was a blast!” he exclaimed, resting a hand on each of your shoulders. “Can we do it again?”

“Yes please!” you giggled. “Right now?”

“I wish!” He joined you in laughter, gently rubbing up and down the outside of your arms with polite affection. “Tomorrow? We should have some time after exercises.”

“Absolutely.” With another ill-disguised sigh, you started to pull away, slowly turning to take your own path home for the evening.

“Hey, um…” he called, and you bounded back to face him without a thought to how quickly you moved.

“Yes?” you asked, unabashedly eager.

“Do you… uh…” He definitely wasn’t looking for any excuse to keep conversing with you. “Do you have a tissue or somethin for my gum? The flavor has been gone for a long time now.”

“Of course,” you laughed, swinging your bag back over your shoulder and rummaging around absently. You felt the corner of a napkin, lost in his puppy-dog eyes, and pulled it as hard as you could… producing… with a flourish… a shower of chocolate crumbs that would have caught anyone’s attention as they scattered in a puff from your hand all over the ground. “Oh! Uhh… That’s… That’s nothing,” you spluttered suddenly.

Wrecker tilted his head, interest piqued now at how quick you were to deflect.

“Oh?” he said quietly, a little gleam appearing in his eye.

“Here… Here’s your tissue!” you said, flushing bright red.

“Come on,” he insisted, drawing closer and bending down playfully. “What’s the secret of the napkin…” You fumbled for words, shaking the rest of the crumbs out of the napkin and about to begin when he gasped. “Wait! Nooo…”

Did he seriously figure it out? He couldn’t have…

“Did you…” He paused to giggle. “Did you have a snack in here?”

“Maybe…” you said slowly.

“Was it something you were going to bring for me?”

“Mayyyybe…” you smiled, covering your face with a hand.

“And you ate it?!” The final piece of the puzzle was laid into place in a delightful exclamation, joy brightening his face as your reaction confirmed his guess. “Oh ho ho! How the turn tables… have… Ha!”

“I was too busy getting ready to eat lunch today so I was really hungry and I didn’t think you’d miss it if I never said anything about it and it’s been a long week and my self-control was really--” you dove in, laughing as you tried to explain yourself, but Wrecker waved it all away, bundling you in his arms again for another boisterous hug. He gave you a squeeze, still chuckling, as he gazed down at you fondly.

“Well now I have to take you out for dessert again sometime,” he reasoned. “Also, I think I love you already.”

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primusfortuna · 1 year

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Feld ⟡ Wonder Tea Party (03)

[01] [02] [XX] [04] [05] [06] [07]

“Operation: Prospective Marriage”

The day after we got our clue for meeting Alice— We were visiting the old flamingo gentleman’s house.

Feld: Give me a break... I’m astounded that you’re flinging yourself into this mess. Are you really going on this date?

Emma: Of course. I have to repay him for his kindness.

Emma: I’ll be upfront when I reject his grandson, so could you hold your anger until then?

Feld: ...Alright. I will stay out of this and not materialize.

Oscar: Emma, sorry we’re thrusting such an unpleasant job onto you. We’re counting on you this once.

The door opens as I nod.

Flamingo Gentleman: I’m terribly sorry for making you wait. Please, meet my grandson.

Young Flamingo Man: Heh~ So this is my prospective bride? She’s pretty cute. I think I’ll make her my fifth—no, third favorite mistress.

Emma: (H-He’s coming off strong right off the bat...!)

Feld: ......

Flamingo Gentleman: This young lady is Emma-san. And accompanying her is her older brother.

Oscar: I hope we can get along.

Young Flamingo Man: Ew. Like I’d ever want to get along with a guy as fluffy as you.

Feld: Ngh... Who does this guy think he is...!?

Feld’s fists are quivering, as if he’s about to throw a punch any second.

Flamingo Gentleman: Now, why don’t you go ahead and spend some time talking to my grandson alone?

Emma: Y-Yes, of course. Would you mind showing me around the mansion?

Young Flamingo Man: Sure! If you insist.

Oscar: And I will stay here to talk with this gentleman about fine cuisine.

Feld: ......

I exchange a glance with Oscar-san before leaving the room, an unmaterialized Feld trailing behind me.

—GALLERY—

Young Flamingo Man: Pretty neat, huh? This is my gramps’ collection. I’ll give you any one you want.

Feld: These aren’t yours to be handing out, you wretch...!

Young Flamingo Man: What do you think about this “Statue of the Beautiful Hero”? I mean, I’m obviously way more of a hero though.

Feld: I think you’re mistaking “hero” for “coward,” you swine...!

The young man’s attitude angers Feld second by second, but he still suppresses the urge to materialize.

Emma: (I’m glad I’m not alone with this guy, but I’m starting to get worried...)

Young Flamingo Man: ...You’ve been kinda jittery for a while now. What, are you that happy to be on a date with me?

Emma: Huh? No, it’s nothing like that—

Young Flamingo Man: Haha, are you embarrassed? Girls like you are a breath of fresh air.

Young Flamingo Man: You’ve got a nice figure, you listen to me with a smile... I might even make you my first favorite.

The young man brushes his wing against my leg, but then—

Feld: Keep your wandering hands off her! You little buffoon!!

Young Flamingo Man: UWAA!?

A materialized Feld aggressively slaps away the young man’s wing.

Young Flamingo Man: Wh-Where did you come from...? And who are you, anyway!?

Feld: I’m... erm, I’m... her other older brother!

Emma: Feld, hold on a second...!

Feld: I waited long enough. I can’t take this anymore! I will not idly sit by and watch!!

Feld: I was quietly listening all along—what is the matter with you!? You’ve done nothing but puff out your chest and boast about yourself the whole time!!

Feld: Not to mention all you seem to care about is your own convenience! It couldn’t be more obvious how uncomfortable Mis—my little sister is!!

Feld: You can’t read the room, and you’re disgustingly entitled! Take a minute to feel ashamed of yourself, you imbecile!!

Young Flamingo Man: E-EEEEK!!

Emma: Ah...! There he goes.

Feld: Hmph! Just a little shouting sends him running? Pathetic!

Feld: The mere thought of that man becoming your husband makes my blood boil! He is not qualified in the slightest!!

Emma: Um, we weren’t really planning to get married, remember?

Emma: (But I guess we did fulfill the old man’s wish... in a way.)

I head back to the guest room along with Feld, who’s still steaming with anger.

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monstersandmaw · 2 years

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MA’AM ( astonished-ly, not necessarily gendered(-ly?))

First brava, you made good on your promise of tooth rotting fluffy smut twice over. Like exceeded expectations then doubled back and did it again.

Not to continued singing the same praises over and over but really the depth you give your characters is just so beautiful. Gabe is so conscious of Odessa’s feelings and responses and her confort and safety is such a priority to him it makes me want to weep. He’s such a good boy (30% pun intended— also the one dog joke a day allowance made me laugh). Both Gabe and Odessa compliment and respect each other. Gabe seems a lot less shy and reserved I feel like now that Odessa knows his secret it’s such a weight off his chest that he can be more of his true self. And Odessa seeing Gabes reaction to HOW HOT AND JUST PERFECT SHE IS is a shot of confidence and helping rebuild her self image after her shitty had broken her self worth down.

I loved how they kept changing positions during the night but were always cuddled up somehow, very soft and ‘aww’. (Cue the 🥺🥺 face while I was reading it). Also like the erm…. Tasting… aspect while yes um very hot, it was also like really intimate and sweet how Gabe immediately dismissed what may have built up as an insecurity from the past relationship. And the “don’t think about him” we loveeeeee to see itttttttt.

I’m so happy for both of them they deserve each other so much. Nothing but the best for them. Just so good so pure.

Really excited to see Odessa interact with the dogs, they are in a way Gabes chosen family and I’m a little scared but really curious how the whole different lives situation gets resolved when Odessa’s vacation is over. Sorry to have made this all so long I really could just continue talking about it for longer. Thank you for such a fast update I really did not expect it, it feels like a early birthday present jusssssst for meeeee🥰🥰🥰 but really you spoil us all.

I’m sorry you’ve received bad news. Thank you for posting this for us early but I really hope it wasn’t more pressure on yourself. The last thing you deserve is to be overwhelmed with writing during a difficult time. As always you have all my gratitude and appreciation and some cake🍰🍰💕

Anon, I am undone by your kindness. Thank you.

Gabe is definitely relieved to be able to be his wolfy self more around Odessa, but he’s also scared of freaking her out with it, I think. The dogs are definitely his chosen family now, and they will play a bigger part in the next few chapters. I can’t wait to share it with you!

As for what comes after her holiday, that’s plotted out already for ‘season two’ as it were, fear not. There’s so much planned plot going on here Im a bit intimidated to tackle it! Haha.

As for the bad news, it’s my step-dad’s condition taking another turn for the worse. It’s a downward slope from here, and it’s getting steeper with each passing week. We don’t know what the timescale is really, and I don’t know how long he has left, and that honestly terrifies me. He’s been a second father to me all my life, teaching me so much and accepting me and loving me almost more than his own three daughters since i was a very small child, and I’m honesty devastated to be facing the prospect of life without him there.

This ask made me smile and wibble and laugh and cry, in all the best ways, and I’m so so grateful that you took the time to let me know how much you enjoyed my story. Thank you from the bottom of my wibbly-wobbly heart. 🖤

#werewolf #gabe & odessa #grief #terminal illness #anon ask

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alpacaparkaseok · 3 years

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The Pact - Date #7

Pairing/Genre: OT7 BTS x reader (not poly), idol!BTS, best friend BTS

Word Count: 7.2k

Premise: The truth about the pact the boys have about you has been revealed. What happens when you agree to go on a single date with each of them?

Warnings: a bit of talking down on yourself, the confusion continues, general fluff with a touch of angst

a/n: this is the final date. guys...how is this going by so fast?? please let me know your thoughts on the date, on everything else overall...and I’ll see you soon? Next Saturday is the finale!

Date #7

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Note from the creator of this stupid idea:

I loved her first.

“Who do you think it was? Any ideas?”

“I…” you shrug. “No?”

Gina arches a brow, staring you down from across your kitchen table. “So, that was a lie.”

You can’t stop the laugh that bubbles up from your chest, Gina also chuckling. It’s a relief, the fact that she doesn’t hesitate to call you out. You’re grateful that you finagled her number from Jin, shooting him a text that looked a lot like this:

Me: Burn this after reading

Me: We can’t have any evidence !!

Kim Seokjinnie: ok, hi. I’m not burning my phone weirdo. I’ll just keep it away from Jungkook. What’s up??

Me: Hi. You know what I meant.

Me: Can you give me Gina’s number?

Kim Seokjinnie: Sure, I’ll send you the contact in a second. You two gonna hang out or something?

Me: Hopefully…do you think it’s weird if I just ask her out of the blue? Will she not wanna come?

Kim Seokjinnie: Nah, she’s pretty chill. I bet she’ll come

Kim Seokjinnie: *Kim Seokjinnie shared a contact with you*

Kim Seokjinnie: do you need anything before I burn my phone?

Me: no, thank you!! I owe you one. I’m short on friends rn, hopefully she’ll come over

Kim Seokjinnie: I’m sorry  miss you. We’ll all get to hang out once this is all over, I promise.

“Yah! I really don’t know. I mean they’ve all be so…”

“So what?”

You sigh, sounding like some kid in a dreamy teen movie. “Perfect?”

“There’s no such thing,” Gina huffs, leaning back in her chair. It’s a bit rickety, you’d found it at a yard sale with Namjoon and Jimin. You had just moved into your apartment, and realized that you were a little low on furniture. Together, you’d managed to find three mismatching chairs that made you grin each time you saw them.

It was a little odd at the time, you didn’t want to buy three chairs. Two seemed like plenty. They convinced you though, and looking back you understand why they were so adamant.

Wasn’t it rule #3? “Limit one-on-one interaction”? Three chairs made it so that there was always space for at least two of them.

Suddenly you look at the most average things in your house with different eyes.

Groaning, you rub your hands over your face. You’ve probably smudged your makeup, but you don’t care. It’s Friday night, you can do whatever you want.

“Unfortunately, I really think that there might be.” You let out a dry chuckle. “Seven dates with the world’s most perfect men. I knew I was screwed from the beginning, but this, I mean, I didn’t expect it to go this far.”

“On the bright side, you only have one more to go.” Gina gets up, stretching before moving to put her plate in the sink. She’d picked up some takeout on her way to your house, proving to you that you two are going to be friends for a long, long time.

“I’m terrified because of that. What happens after tomorrow’s date? I know it’s up to me, but I feel like I’m waiting for someone to come tell me the next step.”

Gina hums in agreement, shooting you an apologetic look. “Maybe I shouldn’t have pointed out how flirty they were at the haunted house. You never would have gotten into this mess.”

“No,” you wave her off. “It’s not your fault. Jungkook let it slip anyway, after the door closed on us in the basement. Ugh, I still get freaked out thinking about that. Has that happened since?”

Gina pauses over the sink, back turned to you as she runs her plate under the hot water. After a moment she shuts it off, turning around to wipe her hands off on a dish towel before leaning up against the counter.

“Erm…”

Your stomach drops. “What.”

“It’s just…” she crosses her arms and uncrosses them, unsure of what to do with her hands. “The door is connected to a little button on every employee’s key fob. You know, just for some extra scare factor.”

You meet her sheepish gaze with a blank stare. “So you’re telling me…”

“It’s just a part of the tour,” Gina shrugs. “Wait, what happened? He told you about the pact when the door closed? That’s…that’s honestly not the most romantic setting-”

“No no, we had a little moment after the door closed, and we almost kissed. But he stopped himself and said the I didn’t have to worry about him making a move. When we got out, I asked him why, and that’s when he mentioned the pact.”

“Huh.”

“Yeah.”

“So tomorrow is the last date, correct?”

“Yup.”

“Look,” Gina notices your worried expression. “Do yourself a favor. Let go. Don’t waste tomorrow thinking about what’s gonna happen next. Focus on the moment, ok? Then how about we get together next week sometime to talk everything over? If you feel like that might help, that is.”

You definitely made the right choice in inviting Gina over. You can already feel your stress levels going down.

“Ok.”

You’re up early the next morning, earlier than you’d like. You’re not sure how long you’ve been sitting on your sofa, basking in the golden morning sun and watching the little dust motes float in the air, but it’s certainly been a while.

For once, it’s quiet in your mind. You’re not sure why now, why today. There’s no doubt you’ll be your typical bumbling mess once Yoongi picks you up, but for now all is peaceful.

It’s the last date. Somehow, despite how much you’ve enjoyed these little escapades, you feel relief at the thought. Knowing that you’ve made it nearly to the end without doing anything remarkably stupid (you’re still mortified that you and Jimin got kicked out of that basilica but oh well), and now you’re so close.

For now, you slide your worries under the rug, to be left there for the weekend. You curl your legs under you and lean your head back against the cushions to drink in the sunlight. It warms your skin, leaving you feeling even better than before.

Yoongi is supposed to be here around four. Jungkook had sent you a quick text earlier in the week checking that you didn’t have any plans for Saturday afternoon and night. You didn’t bother to tell him that you always had all day open for them.

While the exchange had been short, you couldn’t help but wonder if he was blushing just as much as you when his contact popped up on your screen. In an instant you were plunged into the memory of clinging to him just outside your front door, Jungkook’s shaky breaths the only thing keeping you planted in reality.

Either way, it was safe to say that you were a blushing mess despite the simplicity of the text. He kept it strictly professional, not once alluding to the events of last Saturday. But you could still hear those words he uttered when he asked if you ever thought about what might have happened if he’d kissed you in the haunted house when he had the chance.

“I do. Every day.”

Of course you thought about it. You let out an amused huff on the couch, laughing to yourself. Who wouldn’t? But the only thing was the fact that you were thinking about a lot of things. Not just Jungkook.

Or his lips, for that matter.

The couch rustles as you get up, deciding to change out of your red sweatshirt for a green one. You’d been instructed to dress warm, which made you wonder what was planned for today. Outside everything looks warm and pleasant, certainly no need for anything too heavy.

By the time afternoon rolls around, you’re tempted to call up Gina for a late lunch or something. To say you’re antsy is an understatement; you’re positively losing it. The clock on the wall has decided to try its hand at stopping time altogether, and you think it’s doing a pretty good job of it. Every time you glace over, seemingly no time has passed.

This time, you really start to wonder if no time has passed. You swear it’s been stuck at 3 o’clock for a while-

The sound of someone knocking on your door has you nearly tipping over from where you perch trying to grab the clock.

For some stupid reason, you’re frozen to your spot at the far end of your living room. Holding the clock in your hands, you jump a little as a second tentative knock sounds.

To your utter mortification, your mouth opens and you yell out, “Come in!”

You’re still frozen in place when the door opens and Yoongi pokes his head in. His eyes immediately land on you, a sheepish smile that he has a hard time containing immediately breaking out.

“You’re not planning on throwing that at me, right?” He asks, making you glare down at the clock you cling to.

“Oh.” Your knuckles have turned white, and somehow your heart has decided to try its hand at sprinting a marathon. “No. I- it’s broken. I think.”

Yoongi shuffles inside, closing the door gently behind him before wandering over to you. His pale complexion makes the pink on his cheeks easy to spot. Somehow the fact that he’s blushing makes you blush.

“Do you have batteries around here?” He asks quietly, hiding his amusement.

“Maybe in the kitchen?” You brush past him, handing off the clock. “Would you mind getting the old batteries out?”

He mumbles out a sure, plopping down on your sofa while he gets to work on the clock. He’s wearing a similar outfit to you, which makes you smile. It’s not very often these days that he sports a bandana and you wonder if he somehow knew that you love the way he looks in it. His hair looks particularly fluffy as it kisses his forehead, the dark bandana giving him an air of coolness you know you could never pull off.

Rummaging around your kitchen drawers, you pause when you realize what you’re doing. Are you stalling? What’s the rush to fix a clock when you have Min Yoongi in the other room waiting to take you out?

Closing the drawer, you take a deep breath and shake your head.

“Sorry Yoongi,” you call out, trudging back into the living room. “I’m an idiot.”

He looks at you over his shoulder, a smirk tugging at his lips. “What’s your reasoning?”

“Ouch.”

Yoongi chuckles, setting the clock down on the coffee table before getting to his feet. “Wow, is it just me or…”

You wince. “This got off to a bad start, huh.”

“Yeah.”

Looking at each other from across the room, you realize just how much you’ve missed him. His witty sarcastic remarks, his honesty.

Him.

“Can we start over? Go knock on the door again.”

Yoongi’s already on his way, huffing out a laugh as he steps outside. “Alright, see you in a second.” The door clicks shut behind him, and you’re suddenly left with the silence of your house.

As Yoongi timidly knocks on the door, the same sense of calm you experienced this morning settles over you.

The seventh date. No more guessing who’s on the other side of the door, no more anxious glances in the mirror to check that everything looks flawless. It’s just you, Yoongi, and the door between you.

There’s already a smile on your face as you open that door, finding Yoongi standing with his hands in his pocket. He returns your grin, feeling like a fellow conspirator in a heist that has yet to be planned.

“I’m here,” he announces, then adds with a chuckle, “finally.”

“Took you long enough,” you tease, reaching out to grab his jacket and pull him inside. He feigns a horrified expression at your flirty nature, but you just roll your eyes. You’re not sure who wraps their arms around the other first, but the next thing you know, you’re wrapped up in a tight embrace.

I missed you, is what you want to say, but the words get caught in your throat. The lump that’s formed there only grows thicker with emotion as Yoongi’s gravelly voice rumbles against your hair.

“How’re you holding up?”

Your arms fall around his waist, ever aware of his shoulder. Even though he says he’s completely healed now, you aren’t taking any chances. It’s quiet for a long moment as you struggle to find an answer.

“I…fine. I’m fine.” You pull away and arch an eyebrow at him, pleased to see that is cheeks are still rosy despite the serious look in his eye. “How are you holding up?”

He lets out a breathy laugh, dropping your gaze. “Fine.” Then, when he catches your disbelieving stare, he states as innocently as possible, “What? Aren’t we lying to each other tonight?”

“You suck.”

“See!” He exclaims as you step out of his grasp to grab your things. “You always do that when you’ve been caught in a lie!”

“Ugh, yah! I wasn’t lying,” you turn around to face him, walking backward toward your room. “I’m fine, really.”

He shrugs. “And so am I.”

You stifle your laughter as you enter your room, grabbing your things and wondering if you should grab a coat. “Do I really need a coat?” You call down the hall.

“Yes!”

Pursing your lips, you snatch the puffy monstrosity from your closet before turning to head out. Double checking that you have everything you need; your eyes can’t help but glance at the item sitting atop your dresser.

You stick your tongue out at it. A few seconds later it’s tucked safely away in your top drawer and you’re heading out into the hallway. Your stomach does an uneasy flip as you recall the words that are practically burned in the backs of your eyelids now.

I loved her first.

Yoongi gets up from off the couch, waiting for you beside the door. His dark eyes survey you as you walk toward him. “Good to go?” He asks quietly. Clutching your coat a little tighter to your chest, you nod.

The two of you head out, locking up your apartment and settling in the car that Yoongi drove over. Before long, you’re out on the highway, speeding toward your destination.

Which, you’ve just realized, is still a mystery to you.

“Sooo…” You begin, smiling lazily at Yoongi. You take a moment to admire his hands that are wrapped around the steering wheel. “Where are we going?”

A smile tugs at his lips, but he manages to contain it as he adopts a serious expression. He glances over at you. “We’re going to see the sea.”

“We’re…” you stutter, furrowing your brows. “We’re going to see the sea?”

A breathy chuckle escapes him. “Yeah. But it’s a long drive, so are you down to listen to a murder-mystery with me?”

“YES.”

You’re still pretty sure that it was the nosy maid that did it by the time you arrive at your destination. Two hours, one murder-mystery short audiobook, and several snacks later, the sun is well on its way to the horizon when Yoongi pulls off to a sandy parking lot filled to the brim with cars.

There’s tons of people mulling about, several of them appear to be young families who smile fondly as their children laugh and play in the sand. There’s a couple of food-trucks that have popped up on the beach, which sport long lines. Yoongi observes them woefully, seeming to come to some sort of understanding with himself before moving to get out of the car.

“Woah, what’s with all the people? Is this beach always this busy?”

It’s a beach you’ve never been to before, the pristine sand glowing as the sun makes its way across the sky.

“Today’s a special occasion,” Yoongi explains, popping the trunk and rummaging around. “We should probably pick out a spot now before all the good ones are taken.”

You come around to the back of the car to meet him, taking the blanket he extends out to you. Leaving your big coat in the backseat, you hope he doesn’t scold you and tell you to put it on. Right now it’s windy, but fairly warm. No need to look like a living marshmallow just yet.

Before you can inquire after what the special occasion is, Yoongi passes you a couple of water bottles and begins rattling off instructions.

“How about I jump in line to buy us some dinner,” the way he says it so casually has your heart skipping a beat for some reason, “and you head down the beach to scout out a decent spot?”

“But what kind of spot do you mean? Is there a show or something?”

Yoongi pauses, closing the trunk and running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, something like that. A show. Just find a spot that you like, I’ll come find you with our food, ok?”

“Ay ay, captain.” You trudge away, hoisting the blanket up higher in your arms as you begin to look for an empty space. The immediate surrounding beach area appears to be pretty packed, which has you marching farther and farther away from the parking lot.

You grin as a couple of children race past you, giggling as they fly their kites. It’s looks like it’s a little boy and with his younger sister, trying their best to keep their kites afloat in wind. Waving at them, your smile only grows as the boy sheepishly turns away and the girl cheerfully waves back.

It feels like you walk for years before finding a clearing. You were definitely looking for a semi-secluded spot, not too keen on spending your long-awaited date with Yoongi surrounded by strangers. It doesn’t even occur to you to ask someone what the big deal is about today before you’re laying the blanket out. Not wanting to leave anything unattended just for it to blow away, you decide to just be patient until Yoongi finds you.

The sand is warm beneath the blanket as you plop down, resting with your face turned toward the sun as you let out a content sigh. Despite the chill of the wind, the sun warms you right up.

“Why are you alone?”

Peeking one eye open at the little voice, you’re delighted to see the same little girl from earlier standing a little ways away. She watches you with a meek expression, her kite forgotten at her feet.

“Oh, I’m not alone,” you explain. “I’m just waiting for my friend to come find me. He went to go get food.”

“Oh.” The young girl shuffles her feet. “My mommy says that I need to get all my wiggles out before the show.”

You chuckle. “Really? What show are we watching tonight? Is it Disney?” That would certainly make sense for all of the young families here tonight. Did Yoongi bring you to a beach-front outdoor movie?

“No, silly!” The girl giggles at your questions. “The sky’s coming to say hello!”

“What?”

“That’s what my mommy said. She said, ‘Young-mi get your wiggles out, the sky is coming to say hello soon!’”

You blink, a little amused by Young-mi’s earnest response. “I see…I didn’t know that the sky was coming to say hello tonight.”

“Then why are you here?”

“Oh,” you crane your neck toward the parking lot, but it’s too far away to see Yoongi. “My friend brought me, as a surprise.”

“Wow,” Young-mi utters in a reverent tone. “Can I meet your friend?”

“I don’t see why not.”

With a gleeful shout, Young-mi takes off running, her kite skipping along the ground behind her. She runs toward her family, her mother grinning at the sight before reaching out to pull her into her arms. You watch on with a forgotten smile, wondering for a split second what that would be like.

If you squint, that could be Yoongi sitting beside Young-mi’s mother, throwing his head back with laughter at something his daughter says to him. Their son crouches in the sand nearby, digging around as though searching for gold.

Laying down with a soft sigh, you close your eyes and let the little daydream take over. Here, at the beach. Telling your children that this is where you had your first date; laughing as they make disgusted faces when Yoongi plants a loud kiss on your cheek-

“Did the nosy maid get to you?”

Yoongi stands above you with arms laden with food. He blocks out the sun, the rays coming around to make him appear like an angel. Judging from the delicious smells radiating from the food he carries, you think he actually might be.

“Ah, so you agree that you think it was her that murdered Duke Rittington?” Your voice sounds a little croaky, a testament to the fact that you were just dozing a moment ago. Leaning up to ease some of the food from his arms, Yoongi snorts.

“No. It was obviously the son. Why can’t you see it?”

Rolling your eyes, you pat a spot next to you on the blankets. Yoongi takes the seat without hesitation. “Because, the son seems like too easy of a suspect. Whereas the maid-”

The screams of Young-mi as she rushes toward you cut you off. “You have a boyfriend?!”

“Oh, no.”

Yoongi leans over, still busy arranging the bags of food – is that a cheeseburger you see? – around the blanket. “Who’s that?” He mumbles.

“I, uh, made a friend while you were grabbing food,” you explain with a small smile.

Now Young-mi reaches your blanket, dropping to her knees as she gazes up at Yoongi with wide, innocent eyes. “Hi, my name is Young-mi and I’m four years old. I’m the second tallest in my class.” Young-mi prattles off information, her large eyes never once leaving Yoongi’s face. “Are you her boyfriend? I hope you’re her boyfriend.”

Yoongi lets out a startled laugh. “You do? Why’s that?”

“You’re so pretty.”

Now both of you burst out laughing, Young-mi looking utterly confused at your outburst. Yoongi covers his face with his hands, shaking his head.

“What? What’s so funny?” Young-mi questions.

You grin at her. “You think he’s pretty?” The little girl nods enthusiastically. “I do too.”

Yoongi peers over at you at this comment, an unasked question in his eyes. The pink in his cheeks has intensified, as has your own blush.

“Aren’t I supposed to be the one complementing you?” He asks under his breath. You shrug.

“You brought food, so now we’re even.”

Young-mi lingers a little while longer, asking a few questions and drawing in the sand. Munching down on your cheeseburger, you eye Young-mi’s kite.

“Do you mind if I try to fly your kite for a second?” The question is out of your mouth before you can fully process it, but Young-mi looks up at you excitedly.

“Yes!!” She squeals, immediately dragging the little handle over to you. “You have to run really fast, that’s what my mommy told me. Then it’ll fly!”

Glancing back at Yoongi as you clamber to your feet, you don’t miss the fond smile he wears as he watches the interaction take place. You wave at him, heading off down the beach with Young-mi. Once you’ve walked far enough, you wink down at her.

“Ok, you run on ahead and I’ll catch up in a few seconds.”

The girl wastes no time running off, her laughter making you feel lighter than you have in weeks. Once she’s far enough off, you take off after her. She heads straight toward her family, who smile at you as you attempt to get the kite off the ground.

Sand flies up behind you as you race, and you catch a glimpse of Yoongi with his phone out, recording you with a wide smile on his face. The sun has hit the horizon now, a dizzying array of colors sending your mind into a joyful frenzy. Up ahead, Young-mi has successfully made it to her family and is waiting for you to catch up. She jumps up and down as the kite soars above you, the little pinwheels attached to it spinning around in the wind.

A bit more energy overtakes you, and you sprint the last few yards toward Young-mi, unable to stop the laugh that jumps out of you. You feel so free, here on the beach. It’s almost like you’re up there flying with the kite-

“Wait!”

Someone shouts it, you’re not exactly sure who, but by the time the plea registers in your ears, it’s too late. Foot catching in the hole that Young-mi’s brother had been digging earlier, you feel a twist of pain before tumbling to the ground.

You cry out, barely managing to catch yourself before faceplanting it. The handle from Young-mi’s kite digs painfully into your hand, but that’s the least of your problems at the moment.

Young-mi’s family rushes over to you, but before they reach you Yoongi is dropping to your side.

“Oh,” you pant, “hi Yoongs.”

“Are you alright?” He’s also panting, and you wonder if he had begun running after you before you even fell, foreseeing your path. “Your foot…”

“I am so sorry!” Young-mi’s mother stoops down on your other side, her husband right behind her. “We completely forgot that Doyun even dug that hole! Can you move? Are you in pain?”

From where you’re laying belly-down on the sand, you can’t help but feel the burn of embarrassment in your cheeks. “I…move? Yeah, I can – ah never mind.” You wince as you attempt to get to your feet only for the dull ache in your right foot to flare up to a fiery red pain. Yoongi immediately reaches out for you, unsure of what to do. His hands ghost over your leg, but retract when you hiss in pain.

“Here, my husband-” Young-mi’s mother points over her shoulder to the man in question. “He’s a nurse. Honey, could you…?”

“Do you mind if I take a look at your ankle?” The man asks in a gentle voice. “Just to make sure nothing’s broken.”

With a nod, you allow both him and Yoongi to help you swivel around to sit the correct way, the blush you already have deepening even more when Yoongi takes up a spot at your back. He gently pushes your shoulders back until you’re leaning into his chest, his arms coming to wrap around you in a protective manner.

When you wince as the man delicately presses down on your already swollen ankle, Yoongi begins talking.

“So, is it just me, or has this entire night been a disaster?”

You let out a choked laugh. “No, Yoongs. Well, maybe it has, but it’s all my fault. I can’t believe I fell, how embarrassing…”

“Oh, are you two out on a date? Er, sorry for prying…”

Both you and Yoongi awkwardly chuckle. “No, no…um, yeah. We are.”

“It’s our first date, actually,” Yoongi adds as an afterthought.

“How exciting! Honey, it’s their first date, did you hear that?”

The man currently inspecting your ankle spares the two of you a kindly glance. “Good for you two. You make a good looking couple.”

“But I swear I’ve seen you before,” the mother comments, squinting at Yoongi. “Where do I know you from…”

You can feel Yoongi tense up behind you, but he doesn’t say anything yet. Instead he takes to finding your hands (which you’ve slipped into your sweatshirt pocket to avoid accidentally punching the man poking and prodding at your foot), eventually curling his hands around yours and steadily unclenching your fists.

“Oh! I know it! Do you do commercials?”

Yoongi lets out an audible sigh of relief, which makes you smile for half a second before a particularly hard prod at your ankle sends you into a tailspin.

“Yeah, I’ve done a few commercials.”

“I knew it. How’s it looking, honey?”

Her husband sits back on his heels, giving you a nod. “Nothing appears to be broken, you just twisted it pretty good. Babe, grab that icepack out of the cooler. You should keep ice on it for a while to counter the swelling.”

A second later you’re handing a little bag of ice. “I don’t wanna take your ice,” you comment lamely. Yoongi chuckles in your ear, pulling back from you and standing.

“It’s just a disposable pack we used for the cooler,” the mother explains, waving off your concern. “No need to worry. We’ve got plenty more. Now, go enjoy your date!”

“Yeah, try your best to have fun. And keep ice on that, on and off for the next couple of days. It shouldn’t give you too much trouble after that.” With a wink toward Yoongi, your temporary nurse gives him a little nudge. “You seem like a good man. I think you’re in good hands here, miss.”

Young-mi bids you a mournful goodbye as you limp away with Yoongi, quickly coming to find that sand isn’t the kindest to people hopping around on one leg. You’ve made it all of four hops while clinging to Yoongi before he stops.

“Hop on my back,” he commands, stepping directly in front of you.

You blanch. “But Yoongi…your shoulder.”

“It’s fine. Just hop on. You don’t need to limp all the way back to where we’re sitting.” When you hesitate another moment, he looks back at you over his shoulder, his dark eyes sparking in the sunset. “Jagiya.”

Well, the man puts up a convincing argument.

Yoongi crouches down so you don’t have to jump, and with a bit of careful maneuvering you manage to hop onto his back. His hands grip your thighs, hoisting you up a bit higher which makes you gasp a little. Your arms instinctively wrap around his neck, careful to avoid putting too much pressure on shoulder.

Setting off toward your abandoned blanket and food, you can’t help but feel a rise of disappointment in your chest.

“Yoongi?” You mumble, almost sounding like an embarrassed child.

“Hmm?”

Hiding your face in the back of his neck, you groan. “I’m sorry.”

Yoongi’s steps falter before he continues on, confusion evident in his tone. “Sorry? For what?”

The calm that you felt earlier has completely shattered at this point, and you grit your teeth against the pain in your ankle and the onslaught of emotions that surface. What happened to picture perfect? Why couldn’t you focus?

Other than sitting in the car together, you feel as though you’ve hardly touched base with Yoongi. You haven’t seen the man in nearly two months, and yet here you are distracted as ever. Distracted with your dumb broke clock, distracted with the audiobook, distracted with a kite.

Yoongi stops in his tracks as he feels hot tears against his neck. “Jagiya?”

“I- I’m so sorry, Yoongi,” you blubber. “I’m an idiot! I c-can’t focus on anything tonight and…and now I’ve made everything fall apart by going and getting h-hurt…Yoongi, it hurts so bad. A-and now I’m complaining, which is making everything worse!”

You’re surprised when Yoongi doesn’t say a single thing, instead picking up where he left off as he trudges on toward the blanket. In response to his silence, you continue in your repentant monologue.

“And you waited in line to get us fooood,” you bite down on your lip as you fight the urge to wail. “It’s probably c-cold now, and you waited for s-so long to get it…I feel like such a bad person…if you don’t wanna continue the date, I u-understand. I promise I won’t tell anyone if you want! J-just, I’m so sorry, Yoongi. I’ve completely ruined this, and you drove t-two hours to get me here….” You’ve reached the blanket now, Yoongi gently sets you down, and you hobble on one foot as you half-expect him to grab his keys and set off toward the car. “I just can’t think straight because I read that stupid pact and-”

“Woah, back up.”

Swiveling around to face you, Yoongi has a frown etched into his face. It makes you want to turn and run, to crawl into a cave to die from embarrassment, but it’s the fact that you can barely manage to stand on one foot at the moment – let alone run – that has you standing still.

“You read the pact?” You blink, hopping a little. When Yoongi sees your struggle he reaches out to you, steadying you. “Here, let’s sit.”

“W-we’re staying?”

Yoongi gazes down at you, the look in his eyes turning unspeakable soft. “Yes, jagiya. Unless you aren’t feeling up to it anymore?” He looks as though the thought of leaving now pains him, but he waits patiently for your answer.

“I wanna stay.”

“Good. Now, what’s this about you reading the pact?”

Having successfully turned into a sniffling mess, you wipe away your tears with an angry swipe. It’s time to come clean.

“I found a copy in Jin’s room-”

“What were you doing in Jin’s room?!” Yoongi whispers frantically, growing more concerned by the second. You wave him off.

“-and I took it! I knew I shouldn’t, but I just wanted to know, you know? So I stole it but that was stupid because then I saw that thing on the back…the little note.” Your words trail off, unable to even say the word lovewhen Yoongi’s looking at you like he’s unsure of whether he wants to laugh or cry.

“The little…note?”

“Yeah, you know…” You shake your head, moving on. “And since I saw that, I’ve been a mess. Like, an actual mess. I finally called Gina help just to get some help, I needed someone to talk to because you know, I can’t talk to you guys right now which is stupid. But I’m still so lost and I screwed everything up and my ankle hurts Min Yoongi!”

You’ve stunned yourself into silence with your outburst, Yoongi across from you looks a bit lost himself as he sits back on his heels. It’s clear the moment he comes to a realization.

“The note.”

It’s all you can do to breathe normally and not burst out into tears again. Yoongi’s expression turns mournful when he sees you.

“Oh, jagiya…” leaning forward, Yoongi somehow manages to pull you into his lap. Wrapping his arms around you and tucking your head close to his chest, Yoongi pulls you in as close as he can. He sways gently back and forth, a hand coming up to cup your cheek to make you look at him.

You do so begrudgingly, feeling like nothing more than a large child. However, the moment you meet his eyes, it hits you like a lightning strike.

“Do you remember,” he begins quietly, “that time when your final paper accidentally got deleted? All you had left to do on it was add the reference page. You were distraught, remember?”

Of course you do. It’s the stuff of nightmares. Countless hours spent laboring over a final essay for a class you loathed, only to make a stupid mistake and delete it all. All of it, all nineteen pages were gone in a blink. Your hard work along with it.

“I remember you called me, a sobbing mess. Obviously I thought you’d hurt yourself, the way you were crying about killed me.” He tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, leaving you completely enraptured in his spell as he continues speaking. “I fought with Namjoon because I needed to go see you, but we had a schedule. It was an interview, I don’t even remember for what or with whom, but I was so angry. I seriously thought I was gonna punch him. Then I remembered he goes to the gym a lot more than me, so I didn’t.”

He manages to make you crack a small grin at that. The sight spurs him on. “But I’ll never forget the sight I saw when I finally made it out to your house later that night. It was like what, two in the morning? No one knew I was even going over, which obviously I did on purpose. I didn’t want to get into another argument. When I walked in your apartment, you were sat at the kitchen table. Remember?”

The memory is vague, tinged with exhaustion and disappointment, but it’s there. You’d set up camp at your kitchen table all day, missing all other appointments just to try to rewrite your paper. You were half delirious at that point, staring at the screen seemed equal to burning at the stake.

“I’ve never seen you look more exhausted in my entire life,” Yoongi chuckles. “I remember I was ready to write the paper for you, I was so sad for you. But when I made it over there, I was floored to see that you’d already written it. Not only that, but you’d written twenty-seven pages. Twenty-seven! Who does that?!” He shakes his head at you, looking absolutely shocked.

“When I asked you why you would do that, you just shrugged and said, ‘why not reach for the stars?’ Then you submitted it, stood up, walked over to me and gave me a hug before going straight to bed. I was so shocked that I just stood there for ages, trying to fathom what had just happened.”

Yoongi sighs, glancing up at the night sky. You admire his jawline from this angle, nuzzling in a little closer to him for warmth. He notices that you didn’t bring your coat out with you, giving you a playful glare before gently rubbing his hands up and down your arms.

“Why did you tell me that?”

You can feel his shrug. “You are more capable, more special than you will ever know. I’ve always kept that in my heart, over the years. Why not reach for the stars? Jagiya…”

Yoongi shuffles a little bit before cupping your chin and pointing toward the horizon where the sun has slipped down. The night sky is becoming more visible by the second, a few stray stars winking down at you.

“Look.” He points at a certain spot in the sky just in time for you to see a streak of breathtaking light.

A falling star.

In the span of a few minutes, you’re completely speechless as the sky continues to darken and your eyes are glued heavenward. Gradually, more and more falling stars dart across the sky, taking your breath away. As they continue, you recall Young-mi’s words. The sky is coming to say hello.

Yoongi reaches for your hand, easily enveloping it while tracing the outline of your knuckles.

“You,” Yoongi breathes out, sending tingles down your spine. “Are the stars I’ve been reaching for ever since that night.”

Heart thundering against your ribs, you turn to look at him only to find his eyes also trained on the heavens. He speaks the words softly, almost to himself, but you still catch them.

“You’re a star, all the way up there…and I’m all the way down here. Maybe all I’m meant to do is admire you from afar. But for tonight, just for a moment, I’ll hold you.” His eyes slide down to meet yours, glinting with pure starlight. Cold and beautiful. Hurtling toward you, burning up in your atmosphere and leaving you wondering what would happen if you let him in.

If it would lead to utter destruction or the most beautiful thing you’ve ever witnessed.

All words have escaped you at this moment in time, but you don’t feel the need to scramble for some sort of a response. Instead you settle for snuggling in a bit closer, allowing Yoongi to hold you a bit tighter.

Tonight, he’ll hold you close to his chest while what will later be recorded as the most prominent meteor shower in recent history rains down above you. The dark night sky is set aflame with streaks of silver as falling stars graze the earth, sharing a sweet goodnight kiss as they hurtle through space. You marvel at the seemingly never-ending parade the night sky puts on, relishing the way Yoongi keeps your warm as he also marvels at the wonder above you.

There’s no words that are exchanged for the entirety of the meteor shower, the only form of communication found in the patterns Yoongi traces out against the back of your hand and the way he gazes down at you from time to time. As though making sure you’re really there.

It’s a long while before the meteor shower begins to fade, and it’s only when you hear Yoongi softly calling your name that you realized you’ve dozed off.

“It’s over, jagiya,” he coos, brushing hair away from your eyes. “Let’s get you to the car, then you can sleep the rest of the way home.”

Somehow you two manage to make it to the car, you yourself being much more coherent by then due to the sharp pains in your ankle. You realize that you two are some of the few people left at the beach, making you wonder when everyone else left.

Your eyes are half-closed when Yoongi begins to drive away, your hand finding his atop the console.

“You know you don’t need to worry about us, right?” Yoongi mumbles out, glancing over at you with a worried expression. “We’ll support whatever you decide to do. Remember what I said before? You’re the most capable person I know. You don’t need us, not really. Just…be happy.”

You mumble out something incoherent, not completely realizing that he’s referring to the aftermath of the pact until you’re already asleep.

The next thing you know, you’re parked in front of your apartment and Yoongi is grinning down at you from the passenger side door.

“C’mon,” he urges, helping you out of the car. “Careful with the ankle.”

“Mmm.”

It takes a bit of careful maneuvering to get up the stairs to your apartment, but you manage to make it. Leaning up against the door, you fumble for your keys.

Once you’ve found them, you hand them straight over to Yoongi. You’re far too tired to attempt unlocking your door at the moment. He laughs at your behavior, shooting you a proud gummy smile when he unlocks the door. You don’t even have to ask before he’s assisting you inside, helping you hobble to your room before turning to leave.

“Thank you, Yoongi. For everything.”

Yoongi smiles down at his shoes. “We’ll swing by tomorrow to check up on you if that’s ok?”

We.

Your stomach flips to remember that you’re over now with these dates. Now what-

“Or just shoot me a text? I know that might be awkward if we all show up…”

“Thank you. I’ll text you?” You sigh, running your hands over your face. “Yoongi, I…” You trail off, staring up at him from your bed as your mind and heart races. There’s just no words.

With a soft smile, he leans down and pecks your nose. The innocent gesture has your ears turning red, which widens his grin.

“I know.” He whispers back.

And then he’s gone.

And you’re left here, suddenly colder than ever.

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[piofiore no banshou] vol. 2: gilbert - track one

1; i’ll do anything for you

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✿

Right.

Signorina.

It’s time to wake up.

You do look adorable when you’re asleep but I want to see that sparkle in your eyes now.

I’m shocked.

I always knew your eyes were beautiful.

But they’re shining even more than usual today.

You still look tired.

Do you want to stay in bed for a bit longer?

It’s just gone 11.

You usually wake up so early.

I thought it would be good if you had a day off for once.

So I didn’t wake you up.

And I kept you up quite late last night.

Maybe it was more than quite.

But, erm…

I’m not taking the offensive or anything, but…

I couldn’t help myself.

You’re so cute, I got carried away.

No, making excuses like that isn’t manly at all.

I’m sorry.

It’s more like brunch than breakfast but we should eat.

✿

Here, Signorina.

Please sit.

No, it’s not your fault.

All this took longer than I planned.

Well, yes.

I made breakfast this morning.

I made pancakes and whisked the cream.

It’s much harder than it looks, isn’t it?

I told you I wanted to make this weekend special.

I want you to have the best day off ever.

I’ve… actually been practising for a while now.

They aren’t as fluffy as the ones our chef makes.

But they shouldn’t taste too bad.

Will you try it for me?

Really?

Oh, good!

I could have spent loads of money and done something flashy.

But I thought as hard as I could about what you might like.

I wanted to do something for you with my own hands.

Try the juice too.

Today’s oranges were perfect.

They weren’t too sour. I’d say they’re actually very sweet.

Pancakes with just syrup and cream are good too.

But I thought it’d be nicer if I cut loads of fruit to go on top of them.

I don’t like sweet food that much, but…

It always feels special, somehow.

When I was younger, I used to dream about eating food like this.

Not bad, I guess.

I wanted to surprise you with something more complicated, actually…

I didn’t realise how hard it was until I tried it myself.

You always make baking sweets look so easy.

But now I know it takes a lot of skill and involves a very thorough process.

There isn’t much I’m not good at.

I can usually do anything if I put my mind to it.

I was convinced I just needed to practice cooking and baking more and then I’d be great at it.

But I underestimated how hard it was.

Trying it out taught me that.

It really isn’t easy at all.

It would never turn out the right shade of brown.

And it would never be as thick as I wanted.

This is the best I can do right now.

I was desperate to make it taste alright, even if it looked awful.

It wouldn’t matter if I was eating alone.

But it was for you.

I couldn’t make you eat something terrible.

I was unusually nervous.

Hearing you say it tasted good was a massive weight off my shoulders.

These are the best ones I’ve made so far.

I chose the sweetest fruits too.

Eat as much as you want.

Grazie, signorina.

I did this to make you happy but if you keep smiling at me like that, I’ll be the happiest person here.

Today’s already a great day and it’s still morning.

I want to do more for you.

That’s right!

We should have a barbeque.

I’m sure I can handle that.

Barbeque restaurants are all the rage recently.

I heard it’s easy to control the fire if you use a new grill and charcoal briquettes.

I guess it’s not something people do as a pair, though.

Stuff like that is more fun as a group.

I guess I have no choice but to invite Oliver and the others.

Signorina.

Here.

You’ve got cream on your face.

No, not that side.

Got it.

Maybe I made it a bit too sweet.

It’s fine if you eat it with the pancake and fruit, I guess.

What?

Are you embarrassed?

You really are cute.

You’re usually so well put together and level headed.

But sometimes you’re a little childish.

It’s like you’re allowing yourself to be vulnerable around me.

It makes me happy.

I have a question for my lovely girlfriend.

Is there anything you want to do this afternoon?

The weather’s unusually good today.

It’s the perfect day for a walk.

We could even walk by the lake.

Or we could spend the whole day here, if you want.

We could read or talk over coffee.

Doesn’t that sound like the perfect day off?

I said I wanted to make this weekend special but that doesn’t mean we need to do anything we don’t usually do.

I just want to make you happy.

Yes, anything you want.

I’d take you to the ends of the earth if you asked me too.

#morikubo showtaro #showtaro morikubo #piofiore #piofiore no banshou #gilbert redford #drama cd #drama cd translation

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9 FOR LONELYEYES FOR THE CLICHE PROMPTS 🥰🥰🥰

9. There’s only one bed and we sleep as far away as possible from each other but wake up cuddling

EGG I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH FUN I HAD WRITING THIS, IT MADE ME SO WARM AND FUZZY THAT I WANT TO FUCKING SCREAM!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE THESE OLD MEN IN LOVE!!!!!!!!1 SO!!!!!!!11 MUCH!!!!!!!!!1

THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED LONELYEYES PROMPT BELOW THE CUT

words: 1,1k

rating: PG

tags: established relationship; sharing a bed; banter; mutual pining; the love is requited, they’re just idiots; boner mention; fluff

Peter and Elias stared at the bed in great discomfort. It was a perfectly normal piece of furniture: spacious, with a mattress that dipped nicely under one’s weight and aligned the spine; covered in fine silken sheets and fluffy pillows.

It was an excellent bed, save for the fact that there was only one of it.

“There must have been a misunderstanding,” Peter pointed out, rather unhelpfully.

Elias bit back the impulse of making a snide remark. This situation wasn’t optimal, given the recent- erm- fallout between them. Any other time, Elias would have been happy sharing a bed with Peter — right now, however, with their divorce well under way, the mere idea of being in the same room as Peter made him grimace.

“I’ll go downstairs and see what can be done,” he said, and went to do just that.

Peter only grunted in surprise as he left, but Elias didn’t dwell on how easily he had fallen back into the dynamics of their relationship, lest it robbed him of whatever rest he could manage that night.

Half an hour later of arguing with the receptionist in his very rusty Mandarin, Elias returned. Peter didn’t need to ask to know that it had been a mighty failure.

“They said the whole floor is already booked for the event; they can move us to separate rooms tomorrow, but we’ll have to spend the night in this one.”

Peter was quiet for a while, in which time Elias poured himself something from the frigobar, with no intention of paying.

“I’ll sleep on the floor,” Peter said.

“With your shitty back? Yeah, right.” Elias had had to help Peter stretch and rub ointment on his back too many times to allow for that.

“Some of us age, Elias.”

“Sucks to be you.”

Peter threw his hands up. “Well then I guess I won’t sleep.”

“I doubt either of us will, but I won’t be able to rest with you standing ominously in the corner, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“Why don’t you stand in the corner then, since none of my ideas are good enough?”

Elias rolled his eyes. They had had this argument before, and Elias wasn’t keen on repeating it.

He was jet-lagged, sweaty and exhausted from the trip to the event — a charitable initiative held among the leading institutes in paranormal research. Of course he had to be here, but so did Peter, since he funded many of those institutions.

Apparently, the people in organisation hadn’t received the memo about their divorce. If they had, the two of them wouldn’t be having this conversation right now.

Elias sighed. He would not go there, not tonight.

“Look. You’re old, I am tired. There’s only one sensible solution here, and that is we share this bed. I am sure you won’t be able to sleep, and I won’t either, but we can at least lie in it and wait until we’re able to solve this tomorrow.”

Peter raised his eyebrows at him.

“What.”

“Seems awfully convenient for you, Elias.”

“Are you trying to imply something here?”

Peter shrugged. “No, it’s fine. Fine.”

If Elias didn’t have an institute to maintain, he would have wiped the floor with Peter, but he couldn’t risk losing funding. Whether he liked it or not, Peter was currently an asset to his plans. If he had to lie awake in the same bed as his soon-to-be ex-husband to keep it that way, then so be it.

They got ready for bed, in spite of having said that neither would be able to sleep. There was no reason to keep wearing a suit, or that godawful seaweed-smelling coat that Peter carried everywhere — a gift from James Wright a lifetime ago.

Right now, they built an imaginary wall between them, but their motions were almost choreographed, and the tension of awareness was almost palpable. They had lived together too long to avoid it — so much so that when Elias turned off the bedside table lamp, Peter whispered an involuntary “Good night.” and Elias almost leaned in to kiss him briefly on the lips; but that didn’t belong to them anymore.

Perhaps they had underestimated how exhausted they were, for sleep overtook them fast, neither realising that they were drifting off, and towards each other.

When they awoke the next day, Elias’s face was pressed

against Peter’s side and his arm circled Peter’s middle. There was a sizable spot of drool on Peter’s shirt, courtesy of Elias, and Elias’s hair was a mess where Peter’s forearm rested upon it.

Both remained very still, taking in the morning light, the tangled mess in which they found themselves, and the fact that sleep had been serene as it hadn’t in a long time.

Elias pushed off of Peter slowly. He cleared his throat tentatively, but what was one supposed to say in a situation like this? Apologies for drooling all over you; sorry for my boner poking your thigh; I somehow took your pillow at some point during my sleep, oopsie? No, those were all too humiliating.

Peter saved him from the task. His hand slid down Elias’s back and remained there in quiet suggestion. Just a little more.

Elias knew that Peter could never get proper rest in hotels, the knowledge of being surrounded by so many people overwhelming, as he had once confided. Right now, though, he seemed awfully peaceful in his sleepy state.

“Morning,” Peter rasped. “Sleep well?”

Elias could only nod. Yes. Yes, he had.

“This is an excellent bed. Very, erm, orthopedic.” Elias was positive that he had never said anything lamer before.

Peter agreed. “Be great to have one of these. These pillows aren’t half-bad either, though… I didn’t get to enjoy them long.”

Elias couldn’t help a small snort.

“Between the two of us, you’re the blanket thief.”

“What can I do if you have cold feet?”

“Buy me socks?”

Peter laughed. “I have, and you hated them.”

“They had little marijuana leaves all over them! Can you imagine the hazard it would be if I came to work in those and Tim saw them?”

Elias felt something warm pool in his stomach when Peter chuckled and the corners of his eyes became all wrinkly. This was painfully familiar, the banter and the soothing way that Peter had been caressing his back.

“I suppose- suppose it wouldn’t hurt to have them send us a couple more blankets and pillows."

The minute interval between his words and Peter’s reply seemed to last for ages. There was more to the suggestion than both dared acknowledge, and perhaps Peter’s heartbeat picked up under Elias’s palm.

“That’d be nice.”

#tma fic #lonelyeyes fic #lonelyeyes #peter lukas #elias bouchard #my fic #nanda's ramblings

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A Spot of Breakfast -- Good Omens fanfiction

From the current WIP chapter of my fluffy piece Softly, Gently

~*~

For at least those first few moments, everything else faded from Crowley’s mind as he watched Aziraphale, his own pinched expression smoothing into a soft smile. Aziraphale’s hair was mussed, which would never be permitted normally. An errant curl dangled over one eyebrow and all the worry lines were, for the moment, gone. The angel was curled into a loose ball, the quilt still drawn halfway up his shoulders, and the couch was positioned just so to allow a beam of morning sunlight to cast its glow across Aziraphale’s face and hair.

In short, he was once again, quite literally, radiant. Crowley didn’t know if he could possibly love anything in all of creation more than this, right here, right now.

Not wanting to get up and risk making too much noise, potentially waking the angel when he desperately needed real rest, Crowley ignored the cramping in his long limbs. It was a small price to pay to let Aziraphale sleep, for a change.

Thusly, by the time Aziraphale finally stirred, the crick in Crowley’s back was enough that the resulting POP when he moved drew a sleepy “Good lord!” from the angel.

Crowley grimaced as Aziraphale blinked endearingly sleepy eyes open and looked over at him in half awake alarm.

“Are you alright, Crowley?”

“Ngk. Sorry.” Crowley shifted again, this time his bones settling back into his hip sockets with a satisfying CRACK. He smirked. “Must be getting old.”

Aziraphale’s sleep-dazed face eased into the softest, dopiest smile Crowley had ever seen, bursting with so much affection that every niggling fear he’d been harboring was banished far, far away.

“Never you, dear boy,” Aziraphale replied fondly, pushing himself up to sitting and stretching his arms as though Crowley wasn’t internally flailing at the simple knowledge of being loved. “Heavens, how long was I asleep?”

“All night,” Crowley said. “How’s it feel?”

“Smashing,” Aziraphale decided after a moment. “I can see why you enjoy it so much, Crowley. I’ve never slept like that before.”

“Yeah, well, there’s a lot of firsts going on now.”

He regretted it immediately, chagrined as Aziraphale bashfully looked away. Crowley didn’t want to push too hard. After all, even if Aziraphale’s feelings were positive ones, he very obviously wasn’t used them being out in the open.

But Aziraphale showed no hint of imminent anxiety. Instead, he took a deep breath and nodded. “Yes, I suppose there are. And I don’t want you to think for one second that last night was just wine and jocularity, my dear. I meant every word I said. I do love you, so you musn’t go worrying yourself that I was just being nice, or that I said something I wished I didn’t, or whatever else you might be over-thinking.”

“What are you on about? I don’t over-think!” Crowley protested, immediately starting to over-think last night’s conversation and if he’d given away any of those precise nerves Aziraphale had mentioned.

The look Aziraphale returned with was both knowing and fond and left Crowley to grumble under his breath as he felt his cheeks heat.

“I do know you, after all. Though I must confess, I, er… well, I don’t know quite what to do now.”

“Ngk, know what you mean,” Crowley agreed. “It’s a bit hard to find your footing, isn’t it?”

“I’ll tell you what let’s do,” the angel decided abruptly, getting to his feet. “I’ve a hankering for pastries. Tempt you to some breakfast?”

Crowley smirked. “Alright then, yeah.”

Outside, the world looked much the same as it ever had. Crowley drank it all in with the same relish Aziraphale was drinking in his Danish. The bistro the angel had selected was one of his regulars, the kind that had patio tables outside with striped umbrellas and cushions that were always just shy of being fully dry from an earlier rain. Crowley pulled up a touch of hellfire, half to steam the moisture out of the cushion, and half to see if he even still could.

“Ah, marvelous,” Aziraphale sighed happily. “Dear me, that’s much better.”

It took Crowley a second to realize the angel was talking about his pastry, and not the fact that Crowley’s bum was now dry again. He turned his attention from the world passing them by to zero in on the world that was sitting next to him with a bit of jam on his lip.

Aziraphale was, as always when eating something delightful, entirely enraptured. Crowley could probably drop a stack of books behind the angel and he wouldn’t even notice.

It was times like this, Crowley reflected, that he was left to wonder how Aziraphale actually had hid his feelings for so long. When Aziraphale loved a thing, he was not exactly subtle.

Yet he’d somehow managed to keep his feelings about Crowley as under wraps as he was able. Probably because Crowley would be just as easy for an archangel to squish under his foot as that Danish would be.

“Absolutely scrumptious,” Aziraphale hummed, eyes closing against the decadence as he popped the remainder of the pastry into his mouth with a scandalous sigh. “Now then, it’s much easier to ‘find your footing’ as you would say once you’ve had a spot of breakfast. Do you suppose we ought to—”

He trailed off as he opened his eyes, regarding Crowley. It took the demon a second to realize it was because he was staring at Aziraphale with rather intense focus, leaning in a bit with his chin propped up on his hand.

“It’s nice,” Crowley said.

“Erm… what is, dear boy?”

“Watching you enjoy things. Missed a bit, though.”

Without planning, without thinking much at all, else he might not have done it, Crowley reached out and thumbed away the speck of jam still on Aziraphale’s lip. Aziraphale didn’t move, seemingly transfixed. It was perhaps the most bald-faced physical contact they’d made. For the last several thousand years he’d been too afraid to actually touch the angel, lest anyone else in Heaven be able to smell it on him later.

Touches were careful, never more than absolutely necessary, never when it couldn’t be excused away by a fight or feud between mortal enemies, and never, ever for the pure and simple joy of being able to. Crowley felt something in his chest close up. A lump grew in his throat and he knew he ought to pull his hand away, but…

A hand reached up to catch his own, Aziraphale gently guiding his arm to rest on the table instead, not letting go; the soft, somewhat sad smile seemed to agree with precisely what Crowley was feeling. After all, Heaven wasn’t known for doling out warm hugs, and Aziraphale was a creature who craved warmth and contact and love but had been given none of it.

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #crowley x aziraphale #fanfiction #alloromantic asexuals #fluff #just... soft and gentle fluff #because i can

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Christmas Shopping

Chapter 3 - Addicted to you.

A/N: It felt so weird writing/editing this chapter in the middle of summer, but that’s how their timeline worked out! I can’t remember the last time I released a H&L chapter or wrote one to be fair, I think after this I have 2 more in drafts. Better get back to it! I hope you like it 😘

Tagging those who asked to be tagged but if you want to be added let me know!

Read previous chapters HERE!

Warnings: Fluff & NSFW

Songs: Kelly Rowland - Commander, Rihanna - Only girl, Magic - Rude & Wyclef Jean - Perfect gentleman.

Word Count: 2673

Pairings: Laila x Harry

Enjoy! 😘

A couple days later.

"So what are you going to get Harry for Christmas?" Nikki asks her as they had taken a break from shopping to have some lunch. "I have no idea what to get him!" she sighs. "I'm sure he'll be happy with you in some sexy lingerie," Nikki winks at her Laila lets out a loud laugh making people turn to look at her. "Or you can get him a Santa costume?" she laughs.

"What are you getting Stu?" Laila changes the subject. "He wants a new aftershave, I can't remember what he normally wears. What does Harry wear?" Laila has a think "Erm...a few different ones really Paco Rabanne One Million, Davidoff cool water, Boss Bottle that one what's his face is in the advert....the guy that plays Thor. Is one he smelt recently and liked but he didn't get it because they sold out and only had the sample bottle."

"You can get him that! I might have a sniff to see if it's something Stu would wear too!"

After lunch, they are walking through the shopping centre, Nikki ended up getting Stu some aftershave. Laila was still unsure what to get Harry, so Nikki drags her into Ann Summers. "What about these??" Nikki holds up some fluffy handcuff, Laila snorts. "We already have some, but without the fluff!" Nikki puts down the cuffs "What about cock ring? Closest Harry will get to sticking a ring on it!"

"We have that too," Laila blushes. "Crotch less knickers?" Laila nods signalling she has those. "Weighted love ball?" she asks and Laila again nods. "Feather tickler?" nod, "Blind fold? Riding crop?" Laila again nods, "Jeez, it would be easier to ask what you haven't got!" the pair laugh, "What? It has been eight years remember!" Laila winks at her.

"What about anal beads or ball gag?" Laila pulls a disgusted face "Finally! What about nipple clamps?" Laila laughs, "Only if they're being used on him!" she laughs. "God! Just think 6 months ago you were a born again virgin...now look at you! Getting more action than all of us put together!" Nikki giggles "Just over 7 months actually!" Laila corrects her.

Laila's phone Pings.

"Nikki! Look what Harry has done to Mabel!" she hands her the phone. "Awwww! Laila how adorable do she look!" the pair coo over the photo. "Has she met her new dog walker yet?" Nikki asks as she hands back the phone "She's met her, she's actually taking her out today." she smiles.

They ended up leaving the shop with some Christmas theme lingerie.

Later.

Laila arrives home all the lights are out "Harry?" Laila calls out. "I'm in the living room!" he calls back, she hangs up her coat and makes her way across the hall. When she opens the living room door the room is lit with tea and fairy lights, there are blankets and cushions on the floor in front of the coffee table. On the coffee table there is a chocolate fondue with fruit and marshmallows next to it "Aww Bear! What's all this?" she wanders over to him on the floor. "Where's Mabel?" she looks round the room as she sits next to him.

"She's gone to bed, Nessa took her for a 2 mile walk today!" he cups her face pulling her in for a soft kiss. "Aww, are they getting on OK?" he smiles, "Yeah, I've booked her in for Monday to Friday this week coming about lunchtime, so you'll met her this week."

"Right, enough about this dog walker. Are you going to let me feed you?" she winks, he leans forward grabbing a strawberry and hands it to her. She dips it into the chocolate and guilds it towards his lips, he's just about to take a bite when she redirects it to her mouth and takes a bite. He laughs and reaches over and pulls her lips to his. His tongue swirls with hers tasting the chocolate covered strawberry, he pulls away "That was amazing!" he grins at her.

She grabs another strawberry covers it in chocolate and traces it against his pulse line. Her tongue follows the same path, he groans and his breathing hitches as she pulls away she places the strawberry against his lips, he takes a bite. His lips brush over her finger tips making her every nerve ending stand on end. He knows the affect he has on her "How was that?"

"Tasty!" he grins and winks at her "Your turn." he picks up a marshmallow covers it in chocolate holds it out for her to bite into it. "Hmmm..!" she smiles at him "Did you get all your shopping done?"

"I need to order a couple of bits online, but after that..I'm done."

"Christmas day, what are we doing?" he asks.

She sighs, "I don't know how we are going to split between them all!" she leans against him and his arm comes around her. "I have an idea....as it's our first Christmas together, what if we did Christmas day just me, you and Mabel? In bed in our PJ's? I'll cook us Christmas dinner. Then Boxing day we do a buffet for both families?" she sits up to look at him "So, a lazy Christmas day? In bed?"

"Yeah...PJ's, snuggles in bed and a Harry Taylor roast. What more could a girl ask for?!" he winks waiting for her answer. "I love it!" his face lights up "Really?!" he questions her. "Yeah, Christmas day in bed with my hunky boyfriend, but I have one alteration....no pajamas!" He raises a brow to her, "Noted!" he jokes. "Instead Christmas jumpers!!!" this wasn't the answer he was expecting.

She giggles "Your face! But I want matching Christmas pajamas!" He chuckles "OK, but no photos my brothers will rip into me!" she sighs "Oh! Come on, one photo? Just to make me happy?" she pouts. "Fine, if it makes you happy." she claps getting her own way, "I think you owe it to Mabel after today!"

He chuckles "She looked cute!" "She did! Oh are you working Saturday?" she asks. "I don't think so?" he questions. "Every Christmas we do a friends Christmas party, kinda like a blow out before the family stuff. Nikki has planned it for Friday night and she has found somewhere that is having a 90's to 2020's night"

"Sounds good, who's going?" he asks. "Remy, Alec, Nikki, Stu, Alene, Daniel and now us!" she smiles. "I'm guessing we get completely smashed then?" she laughs.

Friday evening.

They arrive at the club Nikki found, Laila and Harry are the last to arrive.

Laila notices Stu and Nikki at the bar, she sneaks up behind her Stu spy's her, but Laila puts her index finger to her lips signalling him not to say anything. As she reaches Nikki, she wraps her arms around waist, making Nikki whip round with a face like thunder until she realises it was her friend "Laila, I was just about to...whatever. Glad you guys are here." she shouts over the music.

"Sorry, Mabel's walker got back late. Where are the others?" Laila calls back, Nikki points over to a table where the rest of the group are sat. Harry leans in, "Shall we get a drink first?" Laila nods "What you guys having?" Stu asks. "I know Laila's drink, Harry what ya having?" Nikki asks.

After they make their way over to the others "Hey!!" Laila call out as she takes a seat next to Alec, who hugs her and Harry. They are sat for a few minutes when Kelly Rowland - Commander begins to play Nikki jumps up, grabbing Laila's hand dragging her to the dance floor.

Nikki starts to sing along.

"From here on out

I'll be your commander (I'll be your commander)

No fear no doubt

I'll provide the answer

Right now I command you to dance"

She points to Laila, who starts to sing along with her. The pair are dancing on the edge of the dance floor in view of the table, laughing, their bodies swaying to the music the pair attract a couple of strangers, who slowly move closer to them waiting to make their move to become their unwanted dance partners.

Completely oblivious to the unwanted strangers, the song switches to Rihanna - Only Girl they continue to dance. Suddenly both girls feel someone behind them as they turn they saw Stu and Harry, Laila looks up at him confused "I thought you don't dance?" she laughs. He wraps his hands round her, swaying her as he leans in, "I don't, but those blokes behind me were inches away from trying to dance with you two."

She looks behind him "Oh, you didn't want me dancing with a stranger?" she laughs, he shook his head and they continued dancing away.

The next song was Magic - Rude as it starts up Laila starts singing it to Harry when she gets to the chorus he joins in.....

"Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life?

Say yes, say yes, 'cause I need to know

You say I'll never get your blessing till the day I die

'Tough luck, my friend, but the answer is no!'

Why you gotta be so Rude?

Don't you know I'm human too?

Why you gotta be so Rude?

I'm gonna marry her anyway

Marry that girl, marry her anyway

Marry that girl, yeah, no matter what you say

Marry that girl, and we'll be a family

Why you gotta be so Rude?"

Both grinning and smiling, he cups her face pulling her in for a kiss.

A little later back at the table "Laila, Boxing day....is it OK to bring Melissa?" Alene asks, Laila looks over to Rem. "Is Rem OK with that?" she looks to Alene who nods "If it's OK with Rem it's OK with me." when she looks up Rem mouths "Thank you." to her.

Daniel comes over from the bar with a tray of drinks "Sex on the beach anyone?" he passes them around the group. "Damn Daniel at least buy a girl a drink first!" Alene teases him "Sorry Len, but you aren't my type!" he winks at her, the group laugh.

A little later Perfect Gentleman - Wyclef Jean starts playing a tipsy Harry pulls Laila away from the bar and onto the dance floor. He spins her before pulling her close to him swaying them together. "Hey, you are a liar!! You can dance!" Laila giggles as she wraps her arms around his neck.

"My moo....ves only get bet...ter after I've add....a few." his words are slurred, his hips move with hers. He spins her round again, her body collides with his "I think you need to get drunk at every party or night out if it improves your dance moves!" he smirks before claiming her lips. As they sway with their lips locked, Laila can feel him begin to stiffen against her hips "Hmmm....someone seems to be enjoy themselves a little to much!" She winks.

He looks round checking no one is near, his lips brush against her ear "Can we head home? I got some other kinda moves I want to show you!" she giggles and bites her lip, "Let's go!" they say their goodbyes and head for the tube.

10 Minutes later.

Their underground train arrives empty, he sits and pulls her onto his lap. He captures her lips, the kiss becomes heated, Harry pulls off his coat and places it on her lap. His hand creeps under his coat snaking into her jeans "Bear, not here!" she whispers, he smirks against her lips continuing his trail. He lets out a soft growl. He reaches her hidden jewel, her head rolls back as his lip pepper down her neck.

She bites back a moan as he works between her slick slits.

Through the speaker they hear the next station is their stop, they both groan with disappointment. "Come on, we can continue this at home!" she gets up as the train pulls into their station.

2 Weeks later.

It's the day before Christmas Eve, Laila has just finished her last day until the new year, she wanders into the kitchen, "Oh, Harry! You're home early!" she was sure he mentioned he was training Stu tonight.

He's leaning against the kitchen counter with a whiskey in his hand, he looks over to her "I canceled Stu's PT session....Laila, there's something I need to tell you..."

He looks as if what he's about to tell her is tearing him up inside, her minds goes into overdrive....Was history repeating itself?

"Bear?" she looks at him concerned, he takes a deep breath "When I came back today to take Mabel for a walk at lunch....I bumped into Nessa." she laughs, "What is she annoyed we didn't get her to take Mabel out today?" he silently chuckles, but it quickly fades. "She was walking another client's dog, she asked if she could join Mabel as I was taking her over to the fields. We were just sat on a bench talking...she asked me about work and us. Then this afternoon she turned up at my work for a PT session, I didn't even know she booked. I was giving her a tour of the gym and she tried to kiss me..."

Laila's cheeks burn, but soon drain cold "What?!" was all she could conjure up from her lips. "Laila, I promise you as soon as she leaned in I stepped back. I was just as confused as you are, I asked her to leave after that." she can see he's just as shocked as she is "Laila? Please say something!" he softly pleads with her.

She sighs, making her way over to him cupping his face "Looks like we need to find a new dog walker." she laughs, he rolls his eyes at her. "Hey, It's not the first and probably won't be the last time a client tries to make a move on you....I remember a client making some more steamier moves on you about 7 months ago," she grins at him. He laughs, "Those were wanted moves!" he reminds her. "More than wanted...just look at what happened that night...but I'm glad you told me about Nessa." she pushes up on her tiptoes to kiss his nose.

"I've never given another woman a tour of the changing rooms since." he laughs before continuing "That is how and why we work because we are honest with one another!" he kisses her nose. "OK, can I be really honest..Bear?" he nods, "You stink!! Did you not shower before coming home?" Laila baits him. "Oh, I do? Do I?" he raises a brow to her.

With that he throws her over his shoulder "Harry?! Put me down!" she screams between her laughter. "Sorry, my love that's a no!" his hand strikes her arse cheek as he begins to climb the stairs with her over his shoulder. "Harry!!"

Later.

Cuddled up on the sofa watching a film "Bear?" he hums in response. "Can I be the one to sack Nessa?" she giggle, he starts searching her hair, "Harry, what are you doing?" she asks. "Looking for your devil horns," he chuckles, "But if it makes you happy...Yes, you can sack her.... to be fair, it means I don't have to deal with her," he starts to stroke her hair back down "Now how to do it? Mwahahaha!!" she fakes an evil laugh, "You really are the devil!" he smiles at her "Oh, you've seen nothing yet, Bear!" she winks.

@aussieez @secretaryunpaid @lem-20 @irisofpurple @khoicesbyk @txemrn @wombatsxkookaburras @beautifuluknownvoid

He pulls her onto his lap, so she's straddling him, he cups her face "Why don't you show me?" his lips crash to hers.

Chapter 4

#aty #Addicted to You #harry x laila #ATB #Original Work #original writing #original character #pixie88 original #original story #@pixie88

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Jungkook X Reader ~ One Time

>>> Word Count: 2,291

>>> Genre: FLUFFY!!!!

>>> Paring: Jungkook x reader x Taehyung

>>> A/N: I hope this is something along the lines that you wanted, I tried to make it long as it was such a cute idea!! :) Let me know if you don’t like it and I’ll take another try at it

"Tae I swear if you don't come out within five seconds I will walk right through that door!" You screamed, banging on the door for the sixth time in a row. You'd come over to spend some time with him since he was back from the Love Yourself tour,

"Tae!" You screamed again but he still wasn't opening up, you groaned pushing the door open expecting to see Taehyung sitting on his bed but instead you came face to face with someone else, you knew him from photos that Taehyung had shown you over the years but you couldn't remember his name.

"Oh," You said looking at the boy who was sitting on your best friends bed. You'd never met him before so you felt awkward for bursting in on him. He smiled at you with the cutest smile you'd ever seen in your life and you could have sworn you felt your heart skip a beat.

"Hi, I'm Jungkook. Tae is just in the bathroom, came rushing through." You nodded slowly at him, you'd completely forgotten why you were screaming at Tae in the first place and Jungkook laughed, and it was the most heavenly thing you'd heard. You'd never met any of Taehyung's band members because he told you there was no need for you to meet them when you were his best friend.

"Earth to Y/n?" You snapped out of your trance to see Taehyung staring at you from the doorway to his en-suite.

"Sorry...I erm, I...Uh- What was I chasing you for again?" Taehyung stared at you and then to Jungkook who was staring at the TV screen again and trying not to stare at you.

"I poured water on you." You nodded remembering and then you looked down at yourself, your shirt was soaking wet.

"Can I borrow a shirt?" You were calm now and Tae walked over to his wardrobe, dragging a t-shirt out for you and giving it to you. Letting you into the en-suite and turning his attention to Jungkook who was now pausing the game.

"Who's that and why haven't I met her before?!" Jungkook questioned turning to look at Tae who was laughing at you both and shaking his head.

"My best friend, and because I knew you'd go all googly eyes for her." He patted the younger one on the back and forced him to play video games again, thinking that would be the end of it. But it wasn't. Jungkook couldn't get your smile out of his head, the way you came bursting into the room and stared at him, he could stare back into your eyes all day if you would have let him.

Jungkook and you began dating shortly after you met him and you both fell head over heels in love with each other much to the displeasure of Taehyung who felt like he was losing two friends at the same time. But you made sure he didn't feel left out. You always invited him to hang out whenever you weren't on a date with Jungkook and when you hung out with Taehyung you hung out alone since he was your friend before Jungkook was. It was hard when they were both away on tour but you made it work, face-timing them both when you could and going to visit them when you had the money. You would never let either of them pay for you to come out and see them, it just wasn't how you worked.

"You're here!" Tae screamed as you walked into the hotel room he was staying in, Namjoon had come to get you from the airport with Jin. You decided to come out early to see them both as a surprise.

"You knew about this?" Tae asked Namjoon as he got off the bed to hug you, Namjoon laughed and nodded.

"Means you can stop trying to cuddle up to me all night." You laughed at the thought and then wrapped your arms around Taehyung, snuggling your head into his neck.

"We're not telling Jungkook I'm here yet though." You told him, rubbing his back and he hummed, he didn't care about that right now. All he cared about was hugging his best friend, Namjoon shook his head at the sight of you both.

"Which means she can't stay here long, she has a room upstairs." Taehyung just walked along with you, arms wrapped around your waist as you walked towards the exit.

"Tae, I will literally be here all week, you can let go." You giggled and he did, dropping his arms and grabbing your bag from you.

"I'll help you upstairs," You nodded and both began walking towards the elevator.

"You don't find it weird I hug you so much do you?" He questioned as the elevator doors shut in front of you.

"Not at all, why did Jungkook say something to you?" You questioned back, you knew Jungkook didn't like how close you and Taehyung were for a while but you thought he'd gotten used to it by now. He knew that Taehyung was like a brother to you though, and you explained multiple times that you and Tae had tried to date in the past but it just wasn't for you, neither of you could get past cuddling each other.

"No, I just thought now you and Jungkook are getting serious that you would want to stop." You laughed softly at him, getting off on your floor and walking down the long hallway to your room.

"Tae, you're like a brother to me, you know that." You told him as you unlocked the door and walked inside.

"I'll kill him." You said out loud looking around the room, you could never afford something like this, Namjoon must have upgraded the room you booked because you could never afford a room like this. Double bed, view of the city and a giant en-suite.

"Joonie?" Tae questioned looking around the room and reading your mind, he knew you too well to know that you wouldn't let someone else just do this for you.

"I'll kill him later." You giggled laying down on the bed and wanting to fall asleep right there, but you knew jetlag would kill you off later if you did.

"What's the plan for later?" Tae questioned sitting next to you on the bed, you moved to lay your head in his lap and he began playing with your hair.

"Sitting in the front row and seeing if he notices me." You laughed at the plan, he always tried to make eye contact with everyone he could so it was going to be an interesting way to surprise him.

"You're cute together," He told you, both of you remembering when he first found out about you and Jungkook.

Jungkook had you pinned against the wall in the dorms, telling you everything was going to be fine because everyone was at work, but you weren't bothered about everyone you were only bothered about one and that was Tae. He'd made it clear he didn't want you dating Jungkook and yet here you were, your sixth-month anniversary and making out half-naked in the hallway of their dorms.

"Kookie." You called out trying to get his attention but his attention was elsewhere, like what he was going to do to you once he got you into his dorm room.

"Kookie." You moaned out tugging at his shirt when you both heard the front door,

"Shit, move." You groaned pushing him off you and sprinting into Tae's room, grabbing a random shirt from his floor and changing into it.

"Jungkook what's Y/n's top on the floor for?" You heard Tae question from the hall, you popped your head out from his room and sent him a smile.

"I came in expecting no one home and started to strip to get into your clothes and he came out of the kitchen, I screamed and ran in here." You lied looking at Jungkook so he would confirm the story but he was shaking his head.

"No?" Tae questioned looking between you both, Jungkook came to you and took your hand in his hand bringing you out of the room to face Taehyung who was staring at your hands.

"We're dating." You looked at Taehyung who was still looking down at your hands, his face turning red.

"Jungkook you should go, I'll talk to him." You whispered but Tae held his hand up to stop either of you moving, you stayed still.

"How long?" Jungkook squeezed your hand in comfort and you looked at Taehyung, he looked hurt and angry.

"Six months today...Look I'm serious about her, this isn't some fling." You could see Taehyung processing everything as Jungkook spoke and he still didn't look happy, but he looked less mad than before.

"I care about him Tae." You whispered dropping Jungkook's hand and taking hold of Taehyungs.

"Everything is going to change though, you'll stop wanting to hang around with me and be with him...I won't be able to cuddle you." You shook your head turning to look at Jungkook.

"Nothing will change I promise, nothing has in the last six months has it?" He shook his head and you smiled at him, hugging him and hoping he would get used to you being with someone else now.

Nothing had changed, you still cuddled Taehyung when he wanted cuddles and you still cuddled with Jungkook when it was time to go to sleep, both of them accepted that you were close with each of them but in a different way with the other.

"I can't believe she's here and no one told me!" Jungkook yelled as you walked backstage after the concert, you sprinted into his arms and giggled as he span you around almost dropping you on the floor as he did so.

"It was a surprise Kookie." You whispered to him as you landed on the ground safely, he smiled down at you and kissed you. Everyone around you seemed to melt away and it was as if you were alone with Jungkook and not in a busy hallway full of people, all staring at you.

"Get a room!" Namjoon shouted leaving you both alone, you giggled as you pulled away from him and Jungkook chuckled at you.

"Oh, I plan to." You slapped him across the arm playfully and he bent down, throwing you over his shoulder in a fireman's lift and carrying you away.

"Jungkook!" You screamed waving at Taehyung who was taking a photo of you both.

"Y/n?" You looked up from Jungkook's chest to see Tae standing in the door of your hotel room,

"Tae what's wrong?" You questioned sitting up from Jungkook and staring at Tae who looked upset.

"Namjoon won't hug me, I don't think he likes me." Standing behind him was a grumpy looking Namjoon and Hoseok who was laughing.

"You know it's a different problem, hugging and liking," Namjoon said to Tae who was still pouting.

"Men can hug." Hoseok defended but it wasn't going to work, you knew Namjoon wasn't one that liked to cuddle much. Namjoon walked away and you nodded for Taehyung to come further into the room.

"I was hoping we could cuddle alone tonight." You stared at Jungkook and shook your head,

"Kookie, he needs a friend tonight." You told him but it wasn't convincing him.

"You're my girlfriend though, I should get priority." Before you could say anything Tae started,

"She was my friend first." You stared between them both as they started to bicker about who you liked the most and Hobi started laughing from the door,

"Who do you like more?" They both yelled in unison, you got off the bed and walked over to Hoseok, linking your arm with him.

"I like Hobi the most, he isn't yelling at me." You pouted and Hoseok shook his head,

"No, no way! I'm not getting involved." He yelled before leaving the room, shutting the door behind him.

"Tae, we'll cuddle on the sofa bed." You told him poking your tongue out at Jungkook who was shaking his head and standing up from the bed,

"No, no you won't." You turned your head around to look at Jungkook.

"I don't recall asking for your opinion on the matter." You teased turning back to Tae and nodding over at the sofa,

"Once! Only once." You smirked turning to look at Jungkook who'd clearly remembered your earlier conversation. You'd been dropping hints about letting Tae sleep next to you since you knew how much he loved to sleep next to or cuddling with someone.

"Once." He told you as you pulled Tae over to the bed, you laid down in the middle and Tae chuckled as you laid your head on Jungkook's chest.

"Don't be getting ideas, you're in your own bed tomorrow." He told him as if Tae was a son of his.

"You're so nasty to him dad!" You teased poking Jungkook's abs and he glared at you,

"Just go to sleep." He told you, closing his eyes and pouting as if he wasn't enjoying this as well.

"Goodnight dad." You whispered kissing his lips and laughing as he groaned at the stupid nickname you were giving him, Tae laughed along with you as he wrapped his arm over your waist, laying his head on your shoulder and relaxing instantly.

You woke up early the next morning to Jungkook snoring softly and Tae groaning into your shoulder, you slowly made your way off the bed to grab your phone. Snapping a quick photo of both of them, sending it to the group chat and waiting for everyone else to wakeup and see the sleeping beauties.

yes the picture mentioned is the one as the cover ;)

Tagline:

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Fire Keeper: Chapter 12.5

Douxie x fem reader

Chapter 1

Masterlist in bio!

Series Summary: You are Jim’s older sister who is taking a break from college and has moved back home to Arcadia. You end up joining Jim and his friends on their adventures.

Chapter 12.5 summary: You and Douxie get coffee together. Fluffy stuff.

"Wait, your full name is Hiserdoux?" You asked, giggling.

Douxie smiled, "Yeah. I thought you knew."

“Nope, I always thought it was just Douxie.”

“Nah, twelfth century names are kinda weird,” Douxie stated nonchalantly as you crossed the street to get to the cafe.

“I’m sorry, ‘twelfth century’!? I knew wizards lived for a long time but...” you trailed off.

“I’m nine hundred and nineteen.”

You blinked slowly, trying to process what he had just said. He seemed kinda sad about it, so you decided to change the topic. “Well, anyways, it’s a nice name.”

“Uh, well, I like your name too.”

You laughed. “Thanks.”

“I’m glad we could do this,” Douxie said, pulling out a chair for you as you arrived at the cafe. He was always so chivalrous.

“Me too,” you beamed, taking a seat.

“So, you owe me an explanation. What happened yesterday?”

“It’s quite a story,” you began to explain everything from how your brother survived to how you helped the trolls get into the clearing and you made sure to ask for the recipe for the tea he gave you. Claire had only gotten worse just like you had and you knew she would need the tea.

From there your conversation spread. Douxie talked about Archie and his music. You found yourself really wanting to hear him play. You were now very excited for the battle of the bands. Which was another thing Douxie talked about, you could really see how much he loved music. It made you smile to see him happy.

Eventually the conversation went on to your interests. You went on and on about the things you loved. It was so much fun to have such a normal conversation. Well, it was nice to have a semi-normal conversation seeing as magic was one of those things you loved. You talked about your favorite spells, avoiding the fact that through your grief you had been struggling to practice them.

Soon the two of you had been talking for hours.

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“—and it’s so much fun to fly!” You exclaimed, a huge smile gracing your face. You looked over to Douxie who had this serene look on his face.

He was gazing intently at you, smiling contentedly. He looked so at peace and happy. It was such a soft expression and you knew you were blushing.

“Um, Douxie?” You mumbled and he snapped out of his trance.

“Oh, um. I-I,” he stuttered, realizing that he had been staring at you with a look of pure adoration on his face.

You chuckled nervously. “Erm, thanks for listening to me rant about all that. It was really nice to just talk for once and not have to come up with a plan to save trollkind.”

“Um, a-anytime.” Douxie coughed. “So, how have you really been? It’s been great hearing about your interests and Trollhunting, but you haven’t mentioned your mentor. Are you okay?”

Your heart started beating a mile a minute, as his look of adoration turned to concern. Your eyed welled with tears. “I really miss him. I know it’s been a few weeks, but it still hurts.”

“I’m sorry, Y/n. If you ever need to talk about it or need help with anything, I’m here.”

You put on a smile and stood up. “Thank you Douxie, I’ll take you up on that offer. Anyways, I have to get going soon, I have one of those ‘saving Trollkind’ meetings to get to.”

“Oh, of course. Good luck!” Douxie called as you backed away from the table.

“Thanks,” said, waving goodbye. You turned the corner to go to where your car was parked by the bookshop.

Once you got in you laid your head gently on the steering wheel. You felt embarrassed, you had practically just talked to Douxie about yourself and he had just stared at you with that look in his face. You had no clue what that look meant, you felt so confused.

You were snapped out of your confusion by your phone ringing. You answered it. “Hi, Y/n, it’s Mindy and it’s time you hold up your end of the deal.”

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I hope y'all liked it and I want y'all to know I'm super excited for tomorrow 's chapter. Anyways, thanks for reading and I hope you have a safe and fantastic day/night.

So it was a short half chapter and it was inspired by @sitherin-mxschief's request:

I have an idea for one (I know this is a bit cliché but idc wjdhxhsjs): Douxie and y/n are out on a coffee together and they get to talk about their interests, when y/n's talking about hers Douxie has this Soft™ look on her while she's speaking and she notices it and Douxie just realizes that he's been staring at her like that and yeah, I think that's basically it– it's up to you how you continue it or something hehe It's just something I wanna see between them 💖💖💖

P.S. if you want to be on the taglist feel free to ask. I hope it works and please message me if it doesn’t.

#douxie x reader #douxie imagine #wizards imagine #trollhunters imagine #toa imagine #tales of arcadia imagine #douxie #toa douxie #wizards douxie #wizards #trollhunters #trollhunters douxie #tales of arcadia #taglist #tales of arcadia douxie #toa

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henderistic · 4 years

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Wayv - They’re Your First Boyfriend

anonymous requested: If it's okay, may I request a WayV reaction to their s/o telling them that they're the first boyfriend they've ever had, and they've never really been in a relationship before?💕

genre: vomit inducing fluffiness

a/n: i’ve never been in a relationship either anon! ironic since most of my work centers on relationships huh

warnings: not proofread because proofreading is for pansies

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Kun: he turned to face away from you but his big smile was evident. kun liked to take care of people and possesses a very large dad vibe so hearing that he’s your first boyfriend would take him a back - in a good way of course.

“thank you for choosing me,” he spoke softly, brushing your hair out of your face like a movie cliche, “i hope i can show you what love is.” now it was your turn to be shy. after you told him he managed to go even further above and beyond expectations. he thought that in the unlikely case you two were to break up he should be the example you look for in others.

Ten: you admitted it shyly, hoping ten wouldn’t make fun of you. “what did you really think i would mock you?” he asked, concern evident in his voice, “i would never baby, you’re too precious to me.” he brought you into a hug, “never be afraid to tell me things like that okay? i want to be your safe space.”

he pulled you down onto the bed with him, holding you in his arms even tighter than before. you two ended up staying in that position, rewatching studio ghibli as he played with your hands. ten wasn’t really watching though, more focused on making extravagant date plans in his head.

Winwin: Sicheng could be extremely shy when it came to matters of the heart, opting to show and gift you his love instead. it was for that reason he wasn’t sure how to respond when you admitted he was your first boyfriend.

“erm? thank you for telling me i guess?” winwin said, almost in a cowardly way. you physically facepalmed, “i’m telling you because i thought you’d like to know...” “oh!! i do!! i just don’t know how to react...” he looked away, partly in shame, partly in response to the tension in the air, “hey, how about we go get some hotpot? i’ll pay.” now that was an offer you could never refuse.

Lucas: he looked at you, puzzled. “that doesn’t change anything baby!” he said. you nodded back at him. lucas wasn’t stupid and knew you were feeling a bit insecure since the topic came up when you were talking about exes. “seriously, i’m glad you told me though,” he said sincerely, his eyes looking at yours as you focused on playing with the rings on his fingers.

“hey!” he uttered in a loud voice, startling you and making you retract your hands from his. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to startle,” he confided, his tone soft, “i just wanted to let you know that maybe it’s a good thing i’m your first boyfriend since i have experience.” you smiled, yukhei was cocky in only the best ways.

Xiaojun: this boy would move heaven and earth for you, and if you told him it wasn’t okay he would just do it under your nose. that’s why you woke up to 101 roses in front of your door, a little note reading “to my darling, i love you.” you were a bit taken a back at first, was this normal behaviour?

you called dejun, asking him why the hell he would spend that much money on flowers. “i just wanted to show my love to you,” he muttered, “are you upset with me?” “no, how could i be? i just think it’s a bit... excessive when we’ve only been dating for a month, that’s all,” you replied.

Hendery: it was your first valentine’s day together, in fact it was your first valentines with a boyfriend ever. you had told hendery that you’ve never dated anyone about a week ago and that you were excited to spend the day with him. he smiled, and thought up ways to make the day one you’d never forget.

now he was in your living room, using the spare key you gave him in case of emergencies. currently he was putting up a heart festoon and creating a ruckus in the process. you just got home from buying a drink at a cafe when you heard the cacophony of sounds coming from your living room. thinking fast, you grabbed an umbrella and tiptoed to the source of the commotion. you were shocked to say the least when it turns out it was just your boyfriend hammering in nails to hold a garland on. “weren’t you supposed to be celebrating jaehyun’s birthday today?” he let out the most high pitched shriek you’d ever heard at your sudden presence, falling off his step ladder from shock straight onto the ground. yeah, this certainly wouldn’t be a day you’d forget.

Yangyang: you were his first proper serious relationship. it’s not like he hadn’t dated before, it’s just that all of them were superficial and high school-esque, never lasting more than a few months. you weren’t sure how you made it to the one year mark without telling him, but you had. either way, yangyang was in a sense thankful - feeling a weighting being lifted off his shoulders that you didn’t have experience. that was until he realized, you didn’t have experience, that meant he should be the best boyfriend you could ever have, right?

“you okay over there?” you asked, “you’ve been quiet for five minutes and i just told you something serious.” he nodded, “sorry i just... i want to be, like, the best boyfriend ever and i’m just, like, thinking about how to do that,” he replied meekly. you snorted, making him look at you, “yangyang it’s been a year, if you weren’t the best boyfriend i would’ve dumped your ass,” you said, making both of you chuckle.

#nct #wayv #nct reactions #wayv reactions #nct request #wayv requests #nct fluff #wayv fluff

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incorrect-the-foxhole-court · 4 years

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Northern Road Trip

This is my piece for the AFTG Gift exchange! I went for Andriel coz im a complete Andriel junkie, but i couldnt resist a little Renison on the side XD

This is for @andthenthefirenationattacked - I hope you like it! I’m sorry it’s not very good but I tried! (And if you wanna talk or fangirl about aftg at any point, i’m definitely around for that!)

Neil couldn’t remember a time he had felt this safe. Which, he had to admit, made no sense considering his current situation. Despite having family in England, an uncle who had once saved his life, the UK had never been a place that had screamed safety. And yet, here he was, standing in the middle of an endless stretch of rolling green hills that looked like they had been taken from one of Matt’s fantasy novels, and he felt…safe. It was as much a disquieting feeling as hope had once been.

The sky was a bright, forget-me-not blue that, after only five days in the country, he already knew was a rare blessing. Fluffy white clouds scudded across the sky, and the relief that they weren’t even a little grey had been unexpectedly strong when they had woken up this morning. Two cars idled behind him, the engines rumbling softly, and those inside were already betting on the upcoming games outcome and snacking on junk food that Kevin had already tried to throw out four times over.

Neil sucked in a deep breath, feeling the cold air settle in his lungs like shards of ice. Beautiful, this country, but cold. And wet. This was the first day they had been there that it hadn’t rained.

He could hear his old team behind him, laughing and joking, teasing Andrew for their stopping. It hadn’t been Andrew that had wanted to stop, but the goalie knew Neil too well now – had feigned car sickness to cover Neil’s need to see something. To see something other than exy courts and press rooms from the place his mother had come from. The woman had been cold and cruel and protective and beautiful, and standing there now, in the place she had always talked about, in Rivington, he could understand. The people he had met from around here felt like they had been born from the place itself. He could almost feel his mother in the wind’s cold fingers as it raked through his hair and cut straight through his winter coat to chill the blood in his veins.

“Neil! Come on! Andrew says he’s okay to keep going now,” Matt shouted, a grin on his face that was far too smug and pleased to merely be teasing.

Dan smacked him in the ribs as she disappeared around the other side of their hire car and slid into the driver’s seat. And then smacked the wheel in frustration, got out and went round to the passenger side door, grumbling about stupid English cars. Neil tuned out Matt and Allison’s teasing, both of them needling Dan about still not being used to which side of the car to get in, and turned to the other car. Renee smiled at Andrew before going to join the others.

Neil slid into the backseat next to Andrew, Aaron on the goalie’s other side, Kevin up front and Nicky driving. Within thirty minutes of driving, Andrew was asleep, head tipped back against the back of the seat – Neil wasn’t surprised, Andrew had barely slept since the flight, as though he was more scared than Neil that some relative would show up at their hotel. It wasn’t a secret they were in the UK; the whole world had known this is where they would be. The press had been covering the US exy team’s trip to the UK in excruciating detail for weeks. They had already had their games in Glasgow and London, and tomorrow, the last game of Us vs. UK, would take place in Manchester. London had been an easy win for the US Court, Andrew had barely bothered to try. Glasgow had been significantly more difficult. It had taken bribing Andrew to lock down the goal for them to come close to winning – even then it hadn’t been enough; they’d lost by two points.

Tomorrow’s game would decide who would face the Chinese team. And the old team from Palmetto State had come out to show their support as Kevin, Andrew and Neil, played their last UK game of the season, fighting to advance closer to the title of ‘Exy International Champions’. Kevin had been training and planning nonstop. It had taken Andrew’s knives to convince him to have this day off.

“Erm…Neil…?” Nicky asked, voice tight. Neil dragged his eyes away from staring out the window as the North sped by, and met Nicky’s worried eyes in the rear-view mirror. “Satnav is freaking out.”

“Get Andrew to fix it,” Aaron grunted, “he’s the tech wonder boy.”

“Waking Andrew up in a car has never been a good idea,” Nicky warned, no doubt thinking of that time all those years ago.

Neil could feel Aaron’s smirk as the man reached over and tapped his twin on the shoulder closest to Neil. From habit, Neil’s hand was out waiting as Andrew jolted from sleep, one hand instinctively reaching out. Their fingers twined together and held on tight. No elbow in the stomach, no fists flying, not anymore – they had been sleeping in the same bed now for nearly two years; Andrew was too used to being woken by Neil’s nightmares to react violently. Now it was a grasping hand and white knuckled grip, each proving to the other that they are here – that they are safe. On Andrew’s other side, Aaron huffed in frustration and turned his attention back to the steady stream of messages between him and Katelyn.

“Satnav isn’t working properly,” Neil explained quietly, and Andrew shook off his grip, leaning forward to take it from Kevin.

“Going old school,” Nicky muttered to himself. “Gonna have to use these damn stupid road signs.”

Neil didn’t bother to watch what Andrew was doing to fix the machine – he had learnt a long time ago that when Andrew couldn’t sleep, he and one of the cats curled up on the sofa with an instruction manual of some sort. Andrew couldn’t sleep most nights. By this point, Andrew’s eidetic memory had given him the ability to fix almost anything technological.

It took them another hour and a half to reach the Lake District. They were aiming for a shop that the Northern players on the UK team hadn’t stopped raving about since the team meets had started. By the time they finally arrived, it was raining again.

They parked in a garden centre opposite a tiny little place called ‘The Grasmere Gingerbread Shop’ and stared out through rain-streaked windows. Nicky’s phone started ringing. He took the sat nav out of its holder, tossed it onto Kevin’s lap before balancing his phone in the slot instead. Allison’s face appeared on the screen, and then the rest of the others.

“So, how do we decide who goes out into the rain to get the damn gingerbread we drove for two hours to come and try?” Allison asked and Renee, in the driver’s seat beside her, tucked a few stray blonde curls behind her ear, dragging a smile from the otherwise annoyed face.

“Flip for it?” Nicky suggested.

Matt lost to Renee. Dan lost to Matt. Allison rolled her eyes and picked at a perfectly manicured nail, but called heads when she went up against Dan, only to lose. Storm clouds gathered on her face as she waited for the other car to decide who would flip against her.

Aaron called heads, Allison, tails. Aaron won.

Neil hadn’t heard swearing like that for a long time. He couldn’t help but smile. He had missed them all. He loved being on Court and he loved his team and exy, and playing with Andrew and Kevin, but he had missed being a fox.

Renee went with Allison, smiling as the blonde tried and failed to hide under the trees from the rain. Neil could hear through the cracked window Andrew was smoking through as Allison cursed everyone and everything for her having forgotten an umbrella. Renee just laughed and tugged her in for a kiss. Neil smiled again; it had taken them a long time to realise just how meant for each other they were – but now? Together? They were a sight for sore eyes.

Andrew blew another cloud of smoke past Neil’s face. He couldn’t help the deep inhale as the smoke curled past his nose. Andrew watched, utterly unimpressed – but Neil could read the affection in the stare. Smoke was no longer the reminder of his mother, of the fire, of how it had smelled when her body had burned. Now it was Andrew, it was nights on the roof, the bite of his key in his palm, the feel of a thundering heartbeat beneath his fingertips. Andrew’s knee nudged his, and Neil smiled again.

Allison and Renee got back in the car behind and they drove to Windemere, where they had booked out all the rooms in a little bed and breakfast. The man at the desk was the most English person Neil had ever met. He was the embodiment of every single English stereotype, and Neil couldn’t get away fast enough.

Their rooms were all on the second floor, Dan and Matt disappeared into one room, Allison and Renee into another, Aaron claimed his own room, as did Kevin and Nicky. Nicky was already face timing with Eric before his bedroom door closed. And despite Allison’s usual warning of ‘keep it down’, there were delighted giggles and moans coming from her and Renee’s room.

Neil shook his head, smiling, and followed after Andrew into their room. Andrew was already lighting up next to the window, so Neil dropped the bag by the bottom of the bed and slumped onto the mattress, stripping off his black armbands and dumping them over the edge. He heard Andrew shut the window and the bed dip as he settled nearby. Neil reached a hand up, and Andrew’s fingertips trailed over his bare arms, dipping over every scar and mark.

Neil closed his eyes, even now, years later, most touches on those scars brought back the car lighter, the knife, his father’s axe…

But then Andrew’s lips began tracing every raised bump, slowly washing away the memories one by one, until there was nothing left but the two of them, Andrew’s hands under Neil’s shirt, Andrew’s lips pressed hard to Neil’s, and Neil’s fingers tight in Andrew’s hair.

He didn’t realise how much he needed it until Andrew tugged his t-shirt over his head and slowly but steadily began taking him apart. Neil couldn’t stop the moan that Andrew dragged from deep in his throat as Andrew pushed him harder and faster until Neil’s breathing became ragged and Andrew leaned up to press their lips together as though he could swallow Neil’s hard groans when he fell over the edge. He lay limp and sweating, breathing hard, with Andrew beside him, the man’s expression open and soft in a way he had only seen four times so far.

Neil reached out, “Yes or no?”

Andrew didn’t reply, just pressed his cheek into Neil’s palm and closed his eyes as Neil’s fingers played with the tiny hairs at the nape of Andrew’s neck. He wanted to say something, anything to remind Andrew just how amazing he was – how he always knew what Neil needed, usually before Neil knew himself, how even though Neil had long since learned to stand alone, it felt safe knowing that Andrew was there for him if he needed to lean on someone. But he didn’t have the words.

And he didn’t find them fast enough before Nicky pounded on the bedroom door.

“Come on, lovebirds, Allison ruined her hair to get this gingerbread, and Aaron and I went out for alcohol, come and have a drink and a snack like the old days. But put clothes on first!”

Andrew growled under his breath, but Neil smiled.

“When will he leave me alone?” Andrew said, shaking out his hand and pushing up to sit on the edge of the bed.

“He’s been in Germany with Eric for ten months. He can’t leave you any more alone.”

Andrew just stood and stared down at him a moment. “Come on junkie. Let’s go.”

Neil stood and went to the bathroom, cleaning himself up, before he joined Andrew at the now open door to the bedroom, stood in front of a very irate Kevin.

“We have a game tomorrow. Tomorrow. And they want us to drink and eat and party. Why did they come at all, they’re not playing,” Kevin said, face set; cold and hard.

“Tomorrow will be fine. We’ll win or we’ll lose, but it’ll be fine. Let’s go, it could be fun,” Neil said, shrugging. He’d never felt as safe as he was in that moment and he’d never seen Andrew as relaxed – that was all he needed. All he wanted.

They should take road trips more often.

“Three hundred and seventy-four percent,” Andrew murmured.

Neil didn’t bother to stop the smirk on his face.

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That’s it! Again, I hope you liked it and I hope it was a good enough gift for you in the exchange! Have a wonderful day!

#aftg #aftg gift exchange #andrew #neil #andriel #the foxes #little sprinkles of renison #coz they too cute #road trip in the uk #in the north of course #in my two favourite places #hell i hope you liked this #i tried to write them #they were REAL hard to write #heres hoping i did the wonderful foxes justice #damn i wish they were real #and that i was a fox #XD

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andinewton · 4 years

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Hey i love your work!! 💕💕💕If your requests are open i would like to request something: mc and victor are in the beginning stages of their relationship and he seed mc without makeup for the first time and she is really insecure and it’s just 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

I love this prompt so much, I’m sorry it took me so long to get around to it! I hope you like it, it’s definitely fluffy towards the end and I hope it shows MC’s insecurities well enough! I haven’t edited it, I finished it literally a couple of minutes ago, but wanted to get it posted for you! Enjoy!

Bare-Faced Cheeks

Victor/MC

Your body ached in new and fascinating ways as you woke, your hazy memory coming back to you as your mind roused itself. It had started as date night at Victor’s place, and truth be told you had wondered, hoped, that your relationship was about to take the next physical step, and you weren’t disappointed. You started with dinner, Victor having made something light with the promise of dessert with coffee, but you didn’t even make it that far. Once he suggested taking a seat in the living room while the coffee dripped through things sort of…spiralled. What had started as a thank you kiss had quickly grown heated, coffee and dessert went forgotten as Victor carried you up his stairs to his room. Yeah, that was the best date yet.

But now you needed the bathroom, in a strange house, and you were naked. The ensuite was across from where you lay, your eyes darting to the partially open door illuminated ever so faintly by the smallest amount of daylight that slipped from the top of the heavy curtains. A glance to your other side showed Victor fast asleep, his breathing deep and heavy as he lay on his front, facing you. He looked so relaxed, his lashes so long against his cheek, the muscular arm that his cheek lay on…wow, you really had to pee! Internally groaning at having to move from being able to gaze at him so freely, you slid out of the bed. Glancing around you spotted Victor’s discarded shirt not far from you and, grabbing it, you dashed into the bathroom and quietly closed the door. You let out a slow sigh as you turned on the light and slipped on the shirt, buttoning as you went about your business.

You yawned as you approached the vanity and began washing your hands, finally raising your head…and going wide-eyed in horror with a yelp.

You hadn’t taken off your makeup and the result now was close to a partially melted clown.

‘Oh damn.’ You muttered to yourself as you went about cleaning yourself up with the luxurious toilet paper, rather than making a mess of a washcloth. You were just about done when there was a knock at the door, making you squeak again.

‘Alright in there?’ Victor’s voice with husky morning undertones came from the other side of the door and panic hit you.

You looked from the door and back at your reflection. You stared at yourself, barefaced and, honestly, not your best. Your cheeks were flushed, you thought from the idea that he would see you without makeup. It was something you always made sure you never left the house without, that and having brushed your hair, and the thought of him seeing you less than well turned out was enough to make your stomach turn.

‘Emci?’ You turned back to the door, biting your lip out of worry.

‘I’m…I’m okay. I’ll be right out!’ You called, wondering if you actually would.

‘Alright.’ Even you could hear the uncertainty in his voice, certain your yelping had clued him into something being wrong. ‘I’m going to put some coffee on. Wait for me in bed?’

‘Uh, sure!’ Coffee sounded really good but you were more concerned with what you were going to do. It still amazed you that you had landed Victor in the first place. Sure, you weren’t ugly, but you weren’t supermodel pretty and, honestly, without your makeup, you just felt a little…cutesy. Like you weren’t quite a woman. Sure, being cursed, or blessed, to looked youthful was definitely a double-edged sword. What if Victor saw what was effectively the real you and didn’t like it?

You pressed your ear to the door until you heard the bedroom door close then clicked off the bathroom light and made a dash for the bed, shuffling down and pulling the covers up to your nose. The curtains were still drawn so as long as you stayed in this artificial twilight you’d be fine…but when Victor brought the coffee back he’d probably draw the curtains or put on the lights. Damn! You had a small makeup set you used for work when you needed a touchup in your handbag, but that was down in the main part of the house. In all honesty, you hadn’t been planning on spending the night, you were glad you did, but this was an unexpected hiccup you hadn’t thought of. What were you going to do? Even with the covers pulled up he’d be able to see your eyes, some of your freckles, could you hide in the bathroom indefinitely? Wait…that could work!

You darted back into the bathroom, and just in time as the bedroom door opened.

‘The coffee is dripping through, do you…what are you doing?’

You slammed the bathroom door just as Victor finished his sentence, leaning against it heavily. You were expecting it but the knock still made you jump.

‘Emci, what is going on?’

‘Erm…’ You stammered as you tried to think of an excuse, knowing he was too smart to buy that there was nothing wrong.

‘Talk to me.’

His no-nonsense tone made you want to tell him, but you know he would find it shallow and ridiculous. You didn’t see what choice you had but first, there was one final thing you could try before you gave in.

‘Could you bring me my bag please?’

Victor blinked to himself as what you said sank in. ‘Your bag? Are you sick? Do you need medication?’

You sighed and dropped your head back against the door. ‘I’m not sick.’ You said in a defeated tone. ‘I’m just…’

‘Spit it out.’ Victor used his work voice, the one you were so used to hearing tell you your proposals were subpar, that you could do better, and before you knew it the truth fell from your lips.

‘I don’t want you to see me without my makeup on!’

You weren’t expecting Victor to chuckle, but that was what he did. You were expecting the next word that came out of his mouth. ‘Dummy. Is that what this is about?’

‘Well, yeah.’ You replied defensively. ‘You’ve never seen me without makeup and I…I don’t want you to be disappointed.’

‘Open the door.’ It wasn’t a demand, rather it was gentle yet firm, encouraging.

With a sigh, you unlocked the door and opened it, head bowed. You could see Victor’s bare feet on the threshold, he had put on black pyjama pants that you suspected were silk, and peripherally you could tell he was still bare-chested.

‘Look at me.’ You swallowed, unsure as to whether or not you could voluntarily raise your face, but the choice was taken from you. Victor’s finger hooked under your chin and slowly raised it until your eyes met his. ‘Huh.’ The noise was almost surprised and you wished you could look away again.

‘What?’ You whispered, wondering what had all but rendered him speechless.

‘Just when I thought you couldn’t get any more beautiful.’

The words took a few moments to sink in, your mouth flapping slightly as you tried to form a sentence, but then you didn’t need to. Victor ducked his head and caught your lips with his own, a soft yet insistent pressure that had your eyes flutter closed and remain that way even after he drew back. Which was why it was such a shock to suddenly be scooped up in his arms. You gave a small yip of protest, your arms quickly wrapping around his neck and shoulders for support. It reminded you of just how broad he was, how strong, as he effortless climbed onto the bed and laid you in the centre. Laying beside you he propped himself up on his arm and drew his knuckles down your cheeks. He had opened the curtains while you were hiding in the bathroom the second time, and the bright sun lit his skin in such a way he was almost ethereal.

‘Would you look at that.’ He murmured a soft smile on his lips, making you frown.

‘What?’

‘I’ve got myself a girl who can do both.’

#mlqc #MLQC Victor #mlqc fanfic #mr love victor #Victor Li #I love that he's Victor Li because I'm Li and if I married him I'd be Li Li #haha #asks

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oh-for-fic-sake · 4 years

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Trophy chapter three

Finally decided where im going with this been mulling it over for a few days toying with a few ideas. Trying to define Henry's character has been a bit difficult for me as i wasnt sure what angle i wanted to highlight more but from here out i think iv settled on Yandere/Daddy Dom/Care Giver so the relationship has taken a more ddlg turn its not going to dive in to ageplay (im not confident enough yet maybe one day) but the reader is slightly childish. I cant stress enough that as this is a yandere themed story its not going to be for everyone all my chapters will have appropriate warnings. If you have read it and think i have missed one out please let me know so i can apologize and correct it. Not much else to say other than i hope you like it

Warning:Adult themes, Dubcon,Controlling Behaviour, Swearing

Masterlist

You find out who it was who handed you over to Henry

Chapter one ,Chapter two Chapter four Chapter five

Trophy chapter three

Waking up the next morning was slow, absolutely exhausted you laid under the soft covers relaxing with your eyes closed ignorant to the world. Turning over trying to get comfy enough to fall asleep again.Frowning as your ears picked up an irritating tapping that moved back and forth. Groggily you identified it as a dog excitedly pacing on a wooden floor.Something that you hadn't heard since your childhood ,with out a thought -still not fully awake- you poked your hand out of the covers and over the side of the mattress to placate the animal,immediately being nudged into stroking a fluffy face and lathered with dog kisses.

"Amy ,stop, go lie down" Your eyes snapped open as the words left your mouth Amy -your German Shepherd from childhood- has been long gone and you haven't had a dog since. You snatched your hand back sitting up groaning as the pain in your ass forced you to flop face first back onto your side. There was a large snout in front of you, literally inches from your nose as the dog has rested its chin on the mattress in front of you letting out an impatient whine.You slowly inched back apprehensive of the large dog.

"H-hey there erm where did you come from boy? girl?" You spoke quietly the dog snorted in response then in one swoop jumped up onto the bed over you landing on the other side. Rolling on your back ignoring the ache in your ass more concerned with the very large canine beside you. Your not scared of dogs not in the slightest, but you didn't know this one.It laid down on the other side of the bed tail thumping away as it looked at you expectantly. Sitting up slowly you pulled yourself to the head board resting against it.Only now really recollecting yesterdays events and just where you were. The dog huffed again and slumping to lie on its side pawing at you.Pet me. The dog didn't seem aggressive actually the opposite, smiling lightly you began giving a belly rub.Male. You looked up as the bathroom door opened revealing a towel clad Henry fresh from the shower rubbing a smaller hand towel on his hair before letting the damp cloth drape around his neck. He smiled knowingly as your eyes trailed down from the towel at his neck drinking in his toned chest that had a complementarity dusting of dark curls across it.You sucked in a deep breath. It really wasn't fair, he knew very well how attractive he was, under different circemstances you might have flirted with him a little after drinking a few glasses of liquid courage. Not that you'd have thought you would have a chance.

'To bad he's a nut job' you though wistfully. Just your luck that the only man to look your way was a fucking psychopath. You directed you attention to the fingers that were still absentmindedly scratching through the dogs thick fur. Henry approached the bed nodding his head at the dog.

"See you've met Kal" The dog twitched his ears at his name enjoying his belly rub to much to move.

"Kal. It suites him Akita right?" He grinned nodding as he sat on the edge of the bed patting the dogs barreled chest.

"Yep my boy, yours to now" You paused then pulled your hand off kal (to his disappointment) tucking them in your lap as it clicked who you were speaking to. Henry continued looking at you lovingly for a few seconds then his face fell sighing as he watched you pull back into yourself then looked towards the bathroom.

"Go get cleaned up, I have a visitor to take care of after breakfast shouldnt take long then we can spend the day together" He finished his sentence leaning in with a kiss on your cheek before lifting himself up to get ready for the day. You got up holding the bed momentarily to stabilize yourself before taking slow steps towards the bathroom wincing as you movements aggravated your sore backside.

"Theres some comfry cream on the sink bring that out when your finished" For some reason You could hear his grin swallowing Uneasy you nodded before shutting the Bathroom door behind you unsure why you heard him laugh through the heavy wood. Shuffling forward you relished in the warmth of the steam filled room. His bathroom was stylish and sleek, the type of room you'd expect in a five star hotel not that you'd ever stayed in one .Expensive looking black gold veined marble steps leading to a large sunken tub at the far end of the room, before that matching marble splash back on the 'his and hers' sink with a mirror hung above them. The large shower to your left was glass on one side it was big enough to fit four or five people comfortably and had a built in bench seat. The shelves either side of the mirror were fully stocked one side obviously had been pre-prepared for you with hair and make up products all in your preferred brands and colours.

'That cannot be a coincidence' you summarized as you pulled the foundation down inspecting the seal.Brand new as suspected.So he must have planned for your arrival. You shook the thoughts out of your head not wanting to think of how he knew so much about you. After using the loo and brushing your teeth with the new pink toothbrush that'd graciously been provided for you.The power shower was welcome easing your muscles your tension melted away under the powerful spray and also giving you time to think of where you went from here.

'Don't think he's gonna give me a chance to run anytime soon. Gotta find out why he's taken me .Its lot of trouble to go through for no reason, unless he's done it before. Maybe i could be nice to him, play along until his guard drops then scarper. Question was, what then?' If what they say is true it'd be useless going to the police you'd be back here in no time dread to think what he'd do to you then. If you left you'd have to leave town asap. Wouldn't be able to go home and pack a bag it'd be to obvious-or maybe soo obvious they wouldn't even look.' The door opened pulling you from your musings, it was only open enough for kal to slip in who dutifully sat by the shower door Henry didn't follow calling from behind it.

"Are you ok? you've been in here a while" You hadn't realized but he was right as you looked at your pruned fingers.

"Im fine" you heard a sigh of relief as you answered him

"Good when you didn't answer my calls i was worried that you'd tried something very stupid" He paused contemplating his next words

"Time to get out now i think" You faltered at that stepping from under the spray towards the shower door.

"But i haven't washed yet"

"Well who's fault is that little one? Besides the amount of time you've been in there the waters probably taken care of any dirt.Next time don't waste so much time." He scolded half hartedly

"Sorry i wasn't aware you were on a water meter" you snapped back at him in temper.

"Excuse me? would you like to try again?" His tone was so ominous you took a step back curseing silently.

"Sorry. I'll be right out"

"Sorry Who?" you didn't reply immediately

"...Sorry daddy"

"Good don't let it happen again" Calling kal out of the room he shut the door.Defeated you hang your head deciding to try and pacify him at least until you could come up with a plan of action.Twisting off the water and exiting the shower wrapping a large bath sheet around your body uesing a smaller one to wring out your wet hair. Scurrying out of the bathroom finding him sitting up on the bed laptop in hand Kal was nowhere to be seen. Your captor was dressed in a caramel two piece suit with white shirt. He looked over the screen at you.

"Your clothes are here. Did you grab the cream?"

"I forgot, give me a sec." You quickly grabbed the small pot of cream handing it to him then preceded around the bed unfolding the clothes left out for you.

"Y/n come here" He said closing his laptop stopping sliding it off his lap peeking over at him you blinked holding up the sweater that was left out for you.

"Cant i get dressed first?" A pleading look not trusting his expression or him in general really.

"Not until this has soaked in"

"What?" Nervously twiddling the soft knit fabric already dreading what ever he had in store for you now.Chuckling he waved the pot in the air.

"This is to ease your cute little bottom now come over here" Opening the pot and paced it within reach on the beside table. Fully expecting you to do as your told you covered your back side with one hand.

"M-my bottom is fine really i don't need it"

"Now you and i both know that if i turned you over my knee right now id find a sore red little bottom. Im going to take care of you now could you please come here."

"Please i can do it myself" Ignoring you he dipped his fingers into the thick balm smoothing it between his palms. You took a deep breath deciding that your best option was to grin and bear it. Dragging your feet until you stood in front of the amused man.

"Theres no need to sulk." Lifting you effortlessly to lie on the bed tugging the towel from around you he whistled low

" Thats a well punished bottom if iv ever seen one" he anounced before running his lathered hands across it massaging in the pain reliefe thoughrly in smooth circles, you tensed under his hands, they felt cool in comparison to your heated flesh.

"Dosnt look like youll bruise which is good.Allmost done now"

You fhuffed letting him get on with it trying to imagine you were anywhere but here as his palms moved lower to graze over your thighs and back up again leaving behind a trail of tingles then he pulled away.

"Just lie there and let it work its magic ,you've been a very good girl." You hated feeling a twinge of pride at his praise quickly beating it down .He left you there for five mineuts or so then signaled to get dressed. Once down stairs you were greeted with an enthusiastic kal whilst being served a light breakfast of toast and juice. Not long after that you found yourself beside him watching the news on a sofa kal chilling out at your feet with an indestructible looking chew A large man clad in all black strolled in stating

"Got a visitor boss said he called last night?" Henry left instructing you to stay put. You strained your ears as you heard his foot steps stopping a few feet behind the door. Hearing a familiar voice from the other side. Getting up you tip toed across the room pressing your ear against it listening to the conversation.

"-Caught on cctv, thats evidence that could implicate me. What am i supposed to tell them? The others were already asking questions last night i told them it was a rota mistake not sure how long i can keep them quiet its out of character, You said it would be subtle." It was henry who spoke next his voice was deep authoritative and menacing.

"Calm down I have it all taken care of, not my first rodeo.Trust me no one is going to go looking to deep, the paper trails already sorted out application ,travel, accommodation the lot. All you have to do is keep your mouth shut and we're squared up.As agreed"

"I dont know how i feel about it now? I think i made a mistake" The other male frantically replied.

" Your mistake was not keeping up your end I told you to keep an eye on him. I told you what would happen if you cocked it up.Now I have to be the bad guy. You think I wanted to do it this way? Besides its already done you cant go back on your word now. If your having second thoughts thats tough fucking luck I dont do refunds. Now get the fuck out of my house and you best keep that mouth shut cos I can make you dissapear just as easy as her. Lads show Mr Fletcher out" You gasped stepping back quickly mind racing as you sat back down where you were originally. You sat in shock as you realized who it was Henry had been talking to and why theyd sounded familiar. Kyle fletcher owner of the small cafe you worked in your boss of four years.Putting two and two together ,that chat was about you. You felt sick it was kyle who'd asked you close later than usual to deep clean the coffee machine and recount the float , causing you to close up in the dark which was where youd been taken. For some reason he knew what was going to happen he'd been in on it a overcome by a wave of anger you decided come hell or high water you were going to find out exactly what your exboss had done.

#mob boss henry cavill #henry cavill fic #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill #daddy henry cavill #yandere henry cavill

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