#how it's a direct line to someone's head and heart. so this kiss he places on your eye is more than just that. it's more.

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hi! I read your 8000 layers of inyun yesterday. so it took me a whole day to digest it. Originally i was going to comment but realized i have too much to say so i went ahead and just did an ask, i hope you dont mind! This left me so breathless so i hope my review makes sense. I also apologize for the length but to be fair, your wonderful writing did this to me! i havent seen the movie yet but after reading this i just might. i was initially worried this will turn to something like a cheating situation or close but wow it went deeper than that. even if y/n is in a happy and healthy marriage, theres that grief over that inyun and wondering if a little more time with jeonghan would have been 8000.

The layers of this story is so beautifully laid out in details and the legend of inyun. As someone who had moved countries alot, i am so glad you captured the complexity of leaving home. From not understanding why y/n liked tompkins square park initially, the statue of liberty, and being that person that was always meant to "leave". The way jeonghan poses questions and seems to both understand y/n and also not is such a good take on long distance friendships. I like how its jumping between knowing each other so well but also knowing that you may not bc of the distance and the fact they havent spoken in years. I love how reading this story made me feel melancholic, hopeful, and also satisfied. Melancholic because of the what could have beens, hopeful because sometimes the differences and distances won't fully sever ones connections with each other (in this case inyun if im understanding it correctly) and satisfied because each character had their own maturity and understanding over each other. That mattered to me cause well, drama is very prominent nowadays, no? Is it weird to say that they acted the way 30 year olds should? jhgkdf so this was great! My favorite parts: you don’t remind him to do so once you finally find your keys. instead you slip off your old, faded sneakers, drop your keys on the counter in the lime green dish you made in a pottery class two years ago, and greet him in the kitchen, kissing the side of his chin and reaching over his head to turn the exhaust fan on. he kisses your forehead as an apology, or at least he tries but you’ve already moved and his lips end up catching on the corner of your left eye.

i love the tiny details that are a testament to a marriage.

but beneath the straightforward request feels like a million subliminal ones. like he wants you to prove to him that you’ve made a life worth living here. like he wants to gallivant around new york telling you about a country that used to be home and asking you what would have happened if you didn’t go all those years ago. 

ngl, this hits close to home again bc when you leave home, people will always wonder the same thing.

there used to be oceans and countries and cultures and decades standing between you and him, but somehow now, all of that has compressed into four squares of broken concrete. you were never very good at maths. jeonghan, the one who comforted you whenever you cried over it, knows that best. but even you know that there is no way 20 years can turn into 20 feet.

this was just so damn poetic, i actually had to pause and BREATHE.

and the call ends in 4 minutes. 

this was really short but captures how your world can turn upside down in just a few minutes.

“i came to see you.” 

you don’t take your eyes off his. what is it they say about eyes again? windows to the soul?

“but you and joshua.”

you flinch. 

“you guys have those layers of inyun.”

“all 8000,” you whisper back to him, like the world might burst if you spoke any louder.

its like toeing between a confession or congratulation sdkjhfdkjgh

“how many layers do we have?”

a number hangs off the tip of your tongue. but the world will burst if you say it outloud. so you don’t. for the world, for yourself, for joshua. 

y/n was very real for this and honestly not everything has to be said. i really love this part because it shows y/n's integrity and also her wisdom.

“you’re it for me.” joshua tells you quietly. “you make my life so much bigger.”

my gosh, the way i nearly cried here. WHY SETTLE FOR I LOVE YOU WHEN THERE'S THISSSSSS???!!!

“but i-” he hesitates here, mouth opening and closing like he can’t decide what kind of conversation he wants this to be. “it’s like there’s this whole portion of your brain that will always be out of reach. like i can see it there in the distance, but i can’t get to it.” 

this makes total sense but i cant explain it. its like you want to know every version of someone before they came to be what you know but you know you can't but theres still that grief.

“i didn’t think liking your husband would hurt this much.” (almost). “i can tell he really loves you.”

bc how can you not like him? it def hurts to like him bc that means he's already won anyway.

“yesterday, you asked me why i didn’t try to keep talking back then.” jeonghan continues. “the truth i learned here is that it wouldn’t have mattered how hard i tried even if i did. you were always going to leave because you’re you. and i liked you because you’re you. and who you are is someone who leaves.”

THIS DID MAKE ME TEARY EYED. I was told the exact last sentence before. And i understand how you can't really help it..life is so big and for some, life outside your home country is even bigger.

“but for joshua,” jeonghan says, eyes scanning across the bar, staring at every bartender and every customer before finally, finally, landing on you, “you’re someone who stays.”

no words. really. you blew my mind.

“i haven’t been that kid for a long time now,” you frown, watching jeonghan’s pupils dart back and forth between yours, “but they still existed. they were still real.”

this is very important bc connections and who you once were in the past are very much real...they just don't die because its past. This does circle back to the inyun theme too.

he smiles. and you feel something break apart in your heart.

“i’ll see you then.”

in another life, jeonghan is more than just a series of goodbyes. but in this one, he gets in the uber, and you don’t imagine seeing him again. you don’t think you will. because for the first time in this life, you're not the one that left–he was.  

In another liiiifeeee, I would be youuuurrr giiiirrllll

“i’m sorry,” you finally say, before falling into his arms. the sob that’s been waiting in the bottom of your soul for the past 20 years comes bursting out of your throat. you cry into your husband's shoulder. you feel the weight of all your past lives and all your future ones like they aren't in the past or in the future, like they're now beside you begging you to imagine what could’ve been and what was. 

joshua holds the back of your head. he doesn’t say anything. he doesn’t need to. it’s all been said before. instead he kisses the corner of your eye and takes you home. 

at this point i posted the whole fic. this ending? damn. I really had to take a break from my phone. This was wayyyyy to fitting of an end. I loved joshua's response and the corner of the eye? way to circle back! It's the grief over something you can't truly control but also the happiness of where you are now. I'm not sure how you wanted the end to be if its like a missed connection between jeonghan and y/n or if its grieving over what could have been, or the hope that maybe in the next one its them, or that joshua had always been it but theres that almost with jeonghan. Or it could be all of the above, still this was beautifully written. I apologize for the long review but i just had to express my awe and love for what you've written! Please don't feel obligated to reply just as long or at all! I just wanted to let you know how much your work stuck with me. Thank you for sharing this with us <3 I hope you have the bestest day ever! P.S This unreleased song of woozi fits too! What Kind of Future

i don't mind you leaving this ask at all and the length is more than fine, it's encouraged even!! when i got this ask, i started scrolling and gasped when i saw how long it was. and not in a bad way but in a-i can't believe anyone would take the time to write all this out-way. so thank you thank you thank you!!!

i am going to put the rest of my response under the read more :)) (warning my response is very long lol)

when i was watching the movie/the trailer for the movie i also had very similar concerns that it would be a cheating plot, and i don't really enjoy cheating plotlines much so it was such a pleasant surprise when it was the opposite almost?? i was in awe. and the last sentence of your paragraph here, really hits the nail of what i was trying to do with this piece and what i think the film was doing as well. the sadness over what could have been but what isn't, while also appreciating and enjoying what is. you should most definitely watch the movie though! especially since you also immigrated countries. the story of the movie is based off something that actually happened in the director's life and it's just such a raw beautiful story that is so so real and authentic. i have never actually migrated to another country before, so everything about that was either from the movie or just me imagining what that would be like based on either my background (my parents are immigrants) or other media. anyways, im being extremely wordy, but basically, the experience of the main character here isn't one that i share with them, but the director of the movie does! so you should check it out !

i really liked how you brought up the tompkins square park part and how main character doesn't like it anymore because it almost feels like another reflection of them leaving a place they used to call home and not really feeling like they belong there or like they're that person that lived there anymore. kind of a mirror of how they feel about their home country.

everything you've said here is just sooo spot on!! you understood this piece wholly and completely.

and it's not a weird thing to say at all that they acted like 30 year olds haha in my head i actually imagined them as around that age lol, like early 30 somethings

and what you said about drama... yes! i think this piece would be considered a drama but it's not dramatic. it's such an understated and subtle drama that feels like it's happening in the silences of conversations. (this holds true for the movie especially. i think in interview or something the director said that this story is told mainly through by what isn't being said, it's told through the silences)

abt your fave parts:

i love adding little details like that in, details that make the characters and their lives feel like they go off the pages of the story,, so im really happy that you liked that

abt the line that goes "there used to be oceans and countries..." -- im so so so glad you liked it, i put a lot of effort and made a lot of different versions of this line. so im glad it hit for you the way i hoped it would

and what you said about toeing between confession and congratulation... yup! yeah! exactly!

the line that goes "you're it for me... you make my life so much bigger" was a mash up of a line from the movie and something someone said to me irl :) and it was indeed a very beautiful way to confess love

dang someone actually telling you that exact sentence before is absolutely insane!! im starting to think that maybe you should be the one to write this piece seriously! but also, you have GOT to watch this movie

im so glad you enjoyed the ending!! it's my favorite part as well!! the corner of the eye thing!! so happy you picked up on that. as for what i wanted to the end to be like.... i am a sucker for an open ending and although this ending is less open than others i have written it still is pretty vague... so to your answer your question, the ending is whatever you want it to be. honestly, i don't even know what the ending should be like. but the options you listed (missed connection, or grieving what could have been, etc.) are all ones that were also bouncing around in my mind as i watched the movie and wrote this piece. (for me, i think its mainly grieving what could have been, but also just a mesh of all 4 of the ones you said. emotions can be quite complex huh?)

again, pls don't apologize for the length of this review. it's a dream come true. thank you again for reading this piece, thinking so highly of it, and taking the time to leave this review for me. it makes all the brain rot i had over this film worth it. jk but again thank you. this review made my day and put the biggest smile on my face :))) i hope you have a wonderful day

#asks #8000 layers of inyun #another small note about the line at the end where joshua kisses the corner of reader's eye which was a comment i left on my google doc lol #start quote #'its said a little bit ago that joshua wrote an article abt how eyes are the only exposed part of someone's nervous system #how it's a direct line to someone's head and heart. so this kiss he places on your eye is more than just that. it's more. #and it also calls back to that scene from the beginning... did he really miss your cheek? or was he always aiming to reach your heart?' #end quote #anyways again than you for this ask!! i will be rereading it for days #:))) #OH also I will def be listening to that song thanks for the eec #rec*

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cpr. / dan heng x gn!reader, fluff, soft kisses, dan heng teaches you how to do "cpr" (poorly)

I want to teach you the basics of first aid. Come to my room as soon as possible. 

That's it. 

There's no, Would you like to come to my room? or, Learning first aid would be helpful for you, what do you think? Dan Heng is just as to-the-point as the first time you met him, and even though you try to pretend like it gets on your nerves, huffing your complaints to March and texting back an annoyed K, you still find yourself shuffling over to his quiet room on the Astral Express the moment your phone pinged you with the notification. 

You're silently thinking to yourself as you make your way there, rounding the hallway as slow as you can to give yourself a few extra seconds, or possibly to make Dan Heng wait for longer — or maybe it's both. 

Yet despite how much you ponder, even though you've known him for long enough to start understanding him, you can't decide if he's so direct because he's just that way with everyone, or if it's because he knows you'll always listen. 

Upon entering, his cabin looks the same as it always does: books strewn about and left open on important pages, glowing circuitry lining every wall, his bed unmade, pillow askew, blanket balled up in the corner. When you step in and slide the door closed behind you, he doesn't bother to look up from where he's sat cross-legged and hunched over a data screen, he simply pats the floor next to him with his palm and cocks his head to signal you to come sit down. 

"You almost got yourself killed on our trip to Belobog. Multiple times." Dan Heng explains, tone stern and resolute, not exactly rude, just matter-of-fact. Your knees knock his own once you've settled next to him. Your heart stutters a bit at the proximity, but he doesn't seem to mind. While he speaks, his eyes never stop scanning the screen. 

"We'll reach the Luofu soon, and I won't be coming with you. My biggest concern is you not knowing what to do in an emergency." He turns towards you finally, sharp and serious gaze meeting yours. "I'm already not excited about this, but I'd feel better if you let me run you through a few exercises." 

"I'll be alright. Don't worry about me. I know enough. I think." 

Dan Heng stares back with narrowed eyes and with his arms crossed over his chest, unconvinced. 

In a moment, he pushes himself to his feet, walking over to the desk and rooting around its contents, all while completely disregarding your last statement: "I'll lend you a first aid kit. If we start now, I should have enough time to teach you everything you need to know, mostly everything. I'm serious about this, so please try and pay attention. For your own sake." 

Right. That's fine. You can handle it. You're a pretty fast learner, you think. And thankfully, mostly everything consists of things you already sort of knew or techniques that are relatively simple to comprehend. 

Dan Heng walks you through the steps to bandage a wound — He holds your arm gently as he's showing you the proper way to wrap it, pulling on the bandage tightly and then softly, idly rubbing circles onto your skin with his thumb. 

How to treat a fractured bone, what to do if someone is choking — Dan Heng wraps his arms around you and shows you where to place your hands, resting yours on top of his in the center of your stomach. His chest presses flat against your back, his hair tickles the side of your face and you almost miss when he says into your ear, "Shove forcibly right here, and keep going until… Are you listening?" 

"Yes," You answer. "Er, sort of." You rectify. 

Dan Heng expels a heavy sigh. Right then, you half expect him to give up and kick you out, but instead he holds your shoulder and shifts back, he mutters a barely audible C'mere and guides you to rest your head squarely in his lap, leaving you laying down and peering up at him. 

He admits honestly, "I'm worried about you. If something were to happen to you there, I mean I trust everyone to look after you, but…" 

It isn't like him to trail off. "But what?" 

"But you need to know how to take care of yourself."

Shifting his hand underneath you, he props your head up further with his arm, the metal of his bracer firm on the back of your head. "For now, I'll teach you how to perform CPR. Pay attention to what I do. After this, we'll be done." 

The room's silence seems to stretch on. The endless hum from the systems and analyzers echoes in your ears, your heart pounds in them even louder. Dan Heng brushes his nimble fingers over your chest, right between your ribs, as his eyes scan your face they start to take on a certain sort of softness. 

He composes himself with a sharp breath out, a deep breath in. And then, he's leaning close, too close, gripping your chin deft between his thumb and forefinger, tilting it upwards. You watch his eyes flutter shut and you follow his lead. 

Your heart continues to thump so hard you're certain he can feel it: once, twice. Warm lips brush your own, clearly hesitant, and it's nothing like the straightforwardness you've always been used to getting out of him. No, Dan Heng seems nervous this time, and as he connects with you in an open-mouthed kiss, his hands getting sweaty, warmth pooling in his chest, he can't help his mind from becoming a total mess. 

He isn't thinking all of the sudden, isn't considering any of the consequences, like he's always tried to do. Your lips are on his, he didn't lock the door; he nearly forgets to breathe a steady puff of air into your mouth once the tingling feeling and the heat rising to his cheeks commands all of his attention. 

Almost as quickly as he leaned in, he's forcing himself to tear away from you, his eyes opening slowly, his expression completely unreadable. 

"It's self-explanatory." He reasons, sure of himself, but you swear his voice sounds quieter than it did before. Any louder and he'd trip over his own words, "You got it, or do you need another demonstration?"

"Show me one more time. Just in case." 

If anything were to happen to you, if you died and he wasn't there… 

And once more, Dan Heng is closing the distance, this time briefly reaching up to brush a few strands of stray hair away from his eyes before tilting his head and pulling you closer. 

He's gained a bit more confidence, and he kisses you hard, stops for a moment, caresses your jaw with his fingers and meshes his lips with yours to kiss you again — and you can't help yourself from reaching up, settling your arms around his shoulders to tug him in as close as you can get him. And he lets you. 

You'll be fine, won't you? He isn't sure, and he hates that he isn't sure. 

He'll have to ask you to promise him. 

You freeze, and he pulls away, only by a couple of centimeters, enough to breathe but to still feel his breath fan over your skin when he exhales. He's blushing fully now, you sigh his name against his mouth and it's the sweetest sound he's ever heard; he shivers all the way from his neck to the base of his spine. 

His head goes fuzzy, his heart throbs and twists like a burning star — God, he doesn't know what to say. His thoughts were moving a mile a minute, but the more he stares down at you, the longer you hold his gaze and let the seconds revolve around and around, he starts to forget it all. 

Dan Heng swallows the thickness forming in his throat, and he's about to force himself to say something when you suddenly start speaking instead. 

"You're doing it wrong, you know." 

"Huh?" 

Your head tilts. "Come on, there's no way you're that horrible, right? If you wanted to kiss me before I went, you could have just said so." 

And Dan Heng, ever-so direct, always so composed, feels his lips start to quiver and somehow can't manage a response to that. 

#dan heng x reader #dan heng x you #dan heng #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #hsr x reader #hsr x you #dan heng fluff

[binnietingz]

Dreams Do Come True

Rated: 18+ mdni

★ Author's note: i'm sorry for making y'all wait so long forgive me please❤️ this is my first writing piece since a very long time so bear with me... I'm not really satisfied with this it's why I kept delaying releasing it

english is also not my first language! so if you anything grammatically wrong don't hesitate to correct me🧡

★ wonbin x fem!reader

genre: smut

word count: 1.7k

summary: movie night goes in an unexpected direction for you and Wonbin

warnings: swearing, lots of kissing, fingering, cum play, cum eating, penetration...

★

This is not how you imagined the usual movie night would end…left alone with wonbin you squirmed uncomfortably on your seat. Wonbin who sat the end of couch gave you a quick look which you didn't even notice. He let the sound of the TV make the only noise in the room before speaking out. He noticed you were slightly shivering worrying if you were feeling cold.

"I could turn the heat up if you want."

"No I'm alright."You replied before turning your attention back to the film playing in front of you.

From your peripheral vision you could glimpse wonbin moving closer and soon you felt a warmth around you as he wrapped his arms around you. "A pretty girl like you shouldn't feel cold."

You were sure he could hear your heartbeat if not it was your unsteady breathing. You weren't really close to him nevertheless this close. It's something you were longing for the longest time. This closeness. Only one person knew you had this admiration for wonbin and it was anton, who promised never to tell. Somehow wonbin knew.

How could he not though?

Everytime he was in the room you turned all flustered, your cheeks would heat up and you didn't dare to look in his direction. He found you endearing and wanted to approach you, become close with you and spoil you. He kept his distance though. Today he's got you all alone. He might be tempted to try.

He cooed as you murmured a small thanks and let your head fall on his chest. Breathing in your lavender shampoo he tried hard to restrain himself.

"Hey ___?" His gentle voice he used with you made you look up to him. He was so close to you, his lips just above yours. You felt your insides turn. He was just so beautiful…and so he thought about you.

"When was the last time you kissed someone?" The question let your cheeks heat up not expecting that. Your last kiss was a long time ago, it was anton too. It was just a silly little kiss between you two a few years ago. You were young and in middle school.

"Would you mind if we kissed right now?"Your heart stilled, mind not being able to function as you repeated his question in your head more times than needed. When would you ever get the chance for this to happen again?

"We don't have to, I just really wanna kiss you,"He could've put his lips on you as soon as you looked up but he asked you. With your heartbeat beating into your ears you answered back giving him permission to put his lips on you.

Like predicted his lips were pillow soft and so gentle with you. He held your face in his hand bringing more force into the kiss. His tongue run a line on your lower lip before biting into it and pulling away leaving you stunned.

"So soft", wonbins finger traced your lips with his thumb. He went through in his head what the next scenario would be - should he go further?

"princess do you wanna sit on my lap, make yourself more comfortable",his eyes scanned your face for any discomfort not finding any.

He held your smaller hands in his helping you climb on him. From there he resumed your kiss this time it was a little more demanding, spit dripping down your chin as you tried to keep with him before giving up as his warm tongue entered your cavity of your mouth. Your tongues tangled up then went back to exploring. Wonbin shifted in his place trying to control the growing boner in his pants.

"Are you okay?" You asked into the kiss.

"Yeah I'm alright,"He replied dropping his head to your neck. He started with small pecks there before his tongue came into play sucking in a particular spot. That's when you felt a sensation down there. You could feel rubbing yourself on your own wetness. But you weren't the only one feeling some type of way. The throbbing feeling of wonbins cock underneath you was not subtle at all.

"Princess, should we take this to my room?" You were sure if you opened your mouth not a single coherent sentence would come out so you gave him a nod. Your mind was hazy, your attention split on different things to how your bodies were pressed against one another to his lips finding his way back to your neck as he carried you to his shared room with one of his friends. Luckily they all decided to leave, leaving you two alone in the dorms.

A messy kiss was shared as wonbin let you on your own two feet leading you further into his room till you fell onto his soft mattress. His body hovered over you trying not to crush you and there you felt it. His growing hard cock pressing right into your cunt. Wonbin let a groan out when he felt your hand wander between your bodies grabbing right at his erection. He swore if he didn't let his dick out in any minute it would burst.

"getting braver are we?"he muttered under his breath.

"I need you to," you panted, "take these off.”

With no hesitation wonbin worked on getting his pants off ordering you to do the same. In no time you felt one another's skin, warmth spreading throughout the room feeling closer than ever. Breathing intensifies as you feel him pressing right on you, no clothes standing in the way. Wonbin grabbed his cock before taking your hand, leading it right at it and wrapping it around it.

"That's right just move your hand like that."He let go of guiding you seeing you didn't need any further help. his mind was spinning, cock hard as a rock with your hand attached to it. He was visibly throbbing in your hand, drops of precum dropping on your belly. You followed along the lines of the veins pulsing on the side of his cock. More droplets of precum found their way on your stomach as you played with his angryily red tip. A weak spot. Wonbin let his lips wander, finding its way to your earlobe. His teeth held onto your skin before letting it go, finishing it over with a lick of his warm tongue. Oh how he wished he had it in other places.

"I need to prep you princess, is that okay?" wonbin muttered against your lips. You hummed giving him the green light to let his fingers trail down. One swipe was enough to have his fingers soaked in your juices.

He wanted to have you badly on his tongue, drenching him, having you scream his name at the top of your lungs till you succumbed to your orgasm. But he saved that up for another time.

He hopes another time like this would come knowing it would be almost impossible with everyone else being around here 24/7. It's like you eight were attached to the hip. For once in his life he found that frustrating.

"Argh…wonbin please," you groaned. His index finger slowly entered your soppy cunt. Wonbin hissed at your walls hugging his finger perfectly tightly. You pulled him with quickness into a deep sensual kiss tangling your tongue together as you tried to contain yourselves from moaning into each other's mouth - unsuccessfully. You are both a mess.

Filthy wet noises from his fingers thrusting in and out of you filled the room.

"Need to be inside of you"He moaned. Abruptly you were turned on your stomach having him pressed against your back. His tip prodded on your entrance making you curse under breath.

Until you remembered…

"Condom!"

Wonbin pulled away from you hearing that. You reached your arm to the bedside table getting a pack and passed it to him behind. Relaxed, you laid back to your previous position feeling a tap on your butt. You mentally prepared yourself to have him inside of you. Wonbin was gifted in width & length and he seemed to know how to put it to use. It's what got him partners from his previous relationships keep coming back to him. They swore they wouldn't get it any better from anyone else which boosted wonbins ego a little bit.

"Why are you so tight doll…oh fuck."

You bit into the pillow under you as he adjusted his length. Wonbins hand grabs onto your tit squeezing the flesh in his hand before pulling his cock out of you to ram back into you. This time you couldn't help but let out a scream. Wonbin couldn't be helped either, he was a hot mess driving any sounds out of himself. He groaned into your ear as his balls hit your clit each time he railed into you with no halt.

The squeaky sound of the bed mixed with the wet clapping sounds of your bodies halled in the apartment.

"My sweet baby girl you're so good to me," he moaned. "Are you going to let me cum on your tummy hm?"

The thought of his seed splattered on your belly had you going crazy. You hummed in response. It was nearing the end, feeling yourself combust any minute with wonbins dick pulsing inside. He too couldn't keep it any longer and soon you felt him throb even more. He pulled the condom off, turned you on your back finishing off on your stomach. You cleaned his cum stained fingers clean before he shoved his tongue down your throat as he messed with the cum on your belly smearing it anywhere on your body. When you pulled off the kiss only a string of saliva connected you two.

…

After all the work up you needed to relax which Wonbin sensed. So he run you a bath, massaged your tense shoulders and lastly gave you a head message. With changed bed sheets you both drifted off pretty quickly.

#riize smut #wonbin smut #park wonbin smut #park wonbin #hong seunghan smut #osaki shotaro #eunseok smut #lee sohee #sohee smut #sungchan smut #shotaro smut #jung sungchan #song eunseok #lee chanyoung #anton lee #anton lee smut

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TIRAMISU FOR YOU ! psh

pairings sunghoon x reader genre fluff warnings none wc 489 note my part for jiahs collab + i hate this but whatever! ♩next to u by bryson tiller

to say sunghoon was cheesy was an understatement. early into the relationship, you seemed to realise that his looks were quite far from his personality; the man loved a cliché, a sweet gesture to show just how much love he has for you.

this valentines day, he had more of a subtle yet effective plan. sunghoon was aware that you didn't mind much if he didn't do anything but there was something about showering you with things that made his heart melt. you were his special someone and that had to be known.

it took only a day to come up with his masterplan. in the morning, sunghoon had ushered you out of bed and practically forced you to dress up for the day he had ahead. it started off with a cute brunch date, at a small breakfast spot that he had scoured the internet for to ensure that it was both yummy and aesthetically pleasing for your photos that he would definitely force you to post later.

after brunch, sunghoon had decided that the weather was perfect for a walk down the riverside where he admired your beauty and tucked flowers into your hair. coincidentally (or not), the walk had led you to a busy street of shops, giving him a perfect excuse to treat you to a gift that you could handpick.

and, of course, the night could not end without a dinner at one of your favourite places. sunghoon only wanted the best for you, and if it meant hurting his wallet once in a while then so be it, since seeing you beam up at him with a content expression was all he could ever ask for.

despite all of sunghoon's well organised plans, there was one thing that he didn't quite expect — his own gift to be waiting for him after the most perfect day out.

"before you," sunghoon grins, opening the door for you but you shake your head, which causes him to tilt his head in suspicion.

he doesn't get the chance to question it as he's dragged into the apartment straight away. immediately, sunghoon's eyes focus on the balloons and candles lit at the table, surrounding a tray of his favourite dessert.

a gasp leaves his lips as he looks around, "did you do this for meee?"

you nod and push him to take a seat on the sofa, "i made this in jake's house yesterday. while we were out, he set this all up for me."

sunghoon is in awe, staring at the heart shaped tiramisu sitting along his eye-line — his heart swells with joy and it only expands when a spoonful comes in his direction to feed him.

as he takes a bite, his eyes widen and he hums in content, "this might be the best tiramisu i’ve ever eaten. i’m not sure if it’s because of the heart shape or because you made it.”

you giggle, planting a kiss on his cheek, "i’m glad you like it. happy valentines day, baby."

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Misunderstandings Part 3

Part 1 Part 2 ~

NSFW

Crocodile X Fem Reader

“This isn’t our room,” You mutter as you sit on the bed of a suite Crocodile had led you too. It was much less charming than the penthouse you have lived in for the past year or so.

Crocodile shrugs off his fur coat while blowing smoke in your direction, “That’s because they’re probably raiding our place right now.” His words were tired at the thought of having the clean up a mess but your heart pounded when you heard him use the word our. “Now Princess. Do you want to explain to me why you caused a scene today?” His voice changed to that of amusement and annoyance.

You flop onto the bed, turning your face to bury it into the comforter, “You wanna explain who that hussy is?” You knew back-talking him wasn’t the smartest idea but your frustration and anger were still alive and well even if your body had become tired. “I thought you were replacing me.” The pout came out with a small whimper as you kick off your shoes before curling your legs onto the bed.

You felt the bed dip on either side of you, and see his good arm support himself next to your head. “You think I’d want someone who doesn’t even know how to dress herself properly?” The accusatory tone came out with a huff of disbelief and you can’t help but smile a bit as you turn to face him. His hook was loosening his tie as he looks down at you, “Who do you think I am? I’d never replace a precious jewel,” He mutters placing a kiss on your temple.

Still pouting you decide to push him a little more, “You didn’t call this entire time.” He looks down at you and you feel some tears brim your eyes that you try to blink away. He switches arms, letting his hand brush your cheek and a thumb wipe a tear away as he kisses your other temple.

“I was on a mission Princess… Any contact with you could’ve put you in danger.” The sweet words run through your ears and you had to admit the more he said the happier you felt, you nuzzle your face into his hand. And despite your high emotions you couldn’t help but to lick his hand daring him to go further. Seeing you calm down, and feeling the mischievous invitation, he leans in closer to your ear, “Don’t think I’ve forgotten how you acted on the floor you Brat.” Your ears tingle at his sharp tone as you bare your neck to him out of habit, “Don’t pretend to be a good girl now.” He nips at your neck, trailing down until he’s at your dress line.

Crocodile sits up and you smirk up at him, “I plead my innocence. I was a single lady when I did such things.”

His brow furrows at you, “Oh? Then perhaps I should train you rather than punish you.” His words make your heart skip a beat. You know the difference well enough when it comes to Crocodile, it’s the difference between pain and release or hours of begging and pleading.

He stands up, shrugging off his vest, and you watch as he delicately puts it to the side, only sparing you a small glance, “W-wait. I’m sorry.” Crocodile doesn’t say anything as he sits down in a chair across the room, “Sir, I didn’t mean it,” You stand up and saunter over to Crocodile, trying to choose the lesser of the two punishments.

He hums, taking a long drag of his cigar while staring at you, “So you know what you did was wrong?” You kneel down between his legs, nodding your head before resting it on his knee, looking up with pleading eyes. He runs his hand through your hair before gripping it, pulling you up. You quickly place your hands on his knees to support yourself as the dull ache of your scalp brings your attention fully to crocodile. “Take off your dress and bend over my knee Princess.” His words blowing smoke into your face before he releases your hair.

You barely catch yourself before standing back up, your back turned to Crocodile as you slide each strap off your shoulders. You glance behind you, slowly turning to face him before peeling the dress off, your breasts bouncing slightly as they’re released from the tight fabric. You bend down, further pushing the dress off before stepping out of it entirely, his eyes taking in every inch of you. You take a step towards him before you stop, “Do you want me naked sir?” You timidly ask, slowly moving your hands to the edge of your panties.

Crocodile seems to consider your question for a second before patting his leg. You nod your head before bending over his knees, adjusting your boobs underneath you before bracing your hands on his thigh. You feel the tip of his hook caress your back before dipping below you neck, sweeping all your hair to one side. His hand rubbing gentle circles on your ass. “Now Princess, what are you sorry for?” His voice is accompanied by a harsh grasp,

“I’m sorry for causing a scene in front of your guests,” Your hands grip his thigh, waiting for an impact, but instead you feel a hook under your chin, tilting your head up to make eye contact.

“What else?” He hooks a finger under your waistband, slowly pulling it up. You gasp at the feeling, lifting your ass to relieve the pressure.

“S-saying I was single,” He hums, releasing your panties with a snap. You let out a small squeal before feeling a hard slap against your ass, “O-One. Thank you Sir.”

“Good girl, I see you haven’t forgotten your manners” He gently kneads your ass to comfort the rough sting, and just as the pain went away another loud slap came. You yelp out, counting as you do. Another comes swiftly after, harder than the last two that makes tears comes to your eyes. You quickly let out the number three along with a thank you.

Another 4 spanks have you crying outright. But it’s the 8th slap that causes you to lose your grip, falling forward, hair a mess as you let out a sob. “Have you learned your lesson, Princess?” Crocodile muses above you, trailing his fingers up and down your spine in a comforting motion.

The throbbing pain only adding to your pleasure as you nod your head begging him to forgive you. He gently places his hand on the red skin, kneading circles to help with blood flow, as he watches your body shake. “Lay on the bed,” His sultry deep voice had you standing up on unsteady legs before doing as your told.

You look up from your position and watch as Crocodile slowly undresses, folding his clothes and placing them on the chair as he goes. He glances over at you, “Prepare yourself Princess.” You reach down to take your panties off, noticing how wet you had become in the movement as you spread your legs and reach down.

Sliding a finger around your own clit before sliding it over your entrance. You bite your lip to hold back any needy noise you could make as you slide two fingers in right away, raising your hips slightly to try and reach deeper inside yourself. Your other hand fondling and gripping your breast. Curling your fingers to try and hit the perfect spot, letting out a small whine at how empty you still feel.

Your let your eyes wander over your lovers’ body, noticing his standing erection as he watches you. You meet his gaze and feel yourself throb around your fingers at the darkened eyes turned towards you. “C-crocodile Please. I want something bigger,” his eyes flashes over your body with a smirk playing on his lips before he kneels on the bed.

“Not even asking properly Princess? That’s not how I taught you,” He tugs at your wrist between your thighs, your fingers leaving the warm space with a string of slick still connected to the entrance. He brings your coated fingers up to his lips, licking you clean as you moan at the sight. It’s only when he’s fully tasted you that he glances up at your eyes, “Well? If you ask politely, I may reward you.”

You brush you hand against his shoulder, your fingers tips ghosting over his chest, “Please Sir, I want to be filled by you ‘till I can’t think anymore.” He grunts in approval, positioning him self at your throbbing entrance, you try to inch closer to the pressure you love.

“Impatient, I see,” Gripping your thigh as he pushes into you at a torturously slow rate. You moan at the feeling of being filled but slowly your breath hitches, “Did you forget how big I was Princess?” Crocodiles teasing laugh rings through your ears as you stretch wider, “Didn’t you touch yourself while I was away?”

Your hands grasp at his shoulder, pulling his chest closer to you as you take his length. “It never feels good without you,” You whimper, burying you face into the crook of his neck. You whimper quickly changes to a full-blown cry as Crocodile thrusts his hips to be flush against you. You wrap your arms around his neck as your body shakes into his body.

His hooked hand snakes behind your back, pulling you closer to him as his fingers brush through your hair, sitting up while shushing you with sweet words of encouragement and praise for taking all of him. It isn’t until Crocodile makes sure your ready that he starts to rock in and out of you.

You eventually gain the courage to meet his thrusts, bouncing on your knees slowly while Crocodile places gentle kisses along your neck, praising every moan that escapes your lips. The stretch of your pussy taking all of Crocodile being an addicting burning pain that you try to burn into your mind as you roll your hips to feel him as different angles.

It's when you started to feel the pressure building that you heard the Den-den Mushi ring. You whimper slightly, knowing Crocodile won’t let up his pace as he reaches over to answer the call. You can hear talk of a hostage situation gone wrong and business partners willing to agree to anything, but frustration grows in you as Crocodile stops stroking your back with his hook, instead leaning onto the bed while continuing the call, still maintaining his pace in you without a though.

Shame leaving your clouded mind, you start to moan loudly and without restraint, picking up your own movements as you feel his chests and stomach, his dry scarred skin sending tingles through your fingertips. Crocodile flashes you a warning glare that you decide to ignore when you lean down and lick at his adams apple, nipping slightly at the sensitive skin of his throat.

You hear the click of the den-den mushi before your head is ripped away from him neck, the sting of the hair pull only making your mind go crazy, “Did you forget your manners here too? That was an important call Princess.” His gruff tone was music to your ears before he shoved his tone down your throat, his hooked arm keeping you in place as he pounds into you at an insane pace.

The pressure building and the lack of air making you crazy, you feel yourself tighten around his dick before he rips you off his lap entirely, pushing you to the ground. You whimper at the lack of an orgasm as you reposition yourself between his legs, relaxing your jaw as much as possible before he shoves your head around his throbbing member.

“Only good girls get to cum darling,” Your tongue flattened as much as possible as you feel him hitting the back of your throat, spit overflowing your mouth with each movement. You hum as a weak apology around him while you grip his thighs to try and stay steady.

There is no warning while he slams your head down, not letting you come up as his warm cum hits your throat. You try to relax as much as possible before he pulls out, pumping a couple more spurts onto your extended tongue before you close your mouth, pressing your tongue to the roof of your mouth before swallowing, savoring the salty flavor before showing him you’ve swallowed everything.

His hook under your chin as some spit from before if still dripping and tears staining your face while he looks pleased at the sight in front of him. “Is this what you wanted? It’s not much of a punishment if you wanted it princess.”

“I’ve missed you so much, I couldn’t help myself,” You whine out, hoping he won’t actually punish you.

“I guess I have neglected my pet recently…” He hums in agreeance as his thumb cleans your face slightly, “Why don’t we wait until you’ve fully calmed down before continuing?” His almost gentle voice brings you back, to your slightly dizzy tired state, “Miss. All-Sunday didn’t cut you off and you haven’t a single tolerance to allow you to drink that much.” His hushed tones now slightly scolding you as he pulls you onto the bed.

“Only cause I saw you next to that girl,” You pout slightly, “Get rid of me before finding someone else, it’s too painful to watch.”

“Didn’t you hear me earlier? I could never replace you, Princess.” You let a small smile fall on your lips at hearing the words escape him, but still stay silent. His sighs next to you, “I can’t promise I won’t do something similar in the future. But I’ll at least let you know before hand alright?” You let out a dissatisfied hum while he rubs your back.

“Only if you let me choose the girl next time. This one was too haughty to be by your side,” He sighs at your demand but agrees.

#One Piece #One Piece X Reader #Sir Crocodile #Crocodile X Reader #Part 3

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A Fine Line For A Special Someone (blurb)

harry styles x female reader

summary: it’s the last leg of love on tour, and harry just made show one that much more special for you

warnings: none:)

a/n; hi everyone, im gonna try and get some little things out today, so i hope you enjoy🩷

One of your favourite places to be was stood where you are right now watching your husband dance and sing across a stage in front of thousands of people. The atmosphere, the music and seeing him so enveloped and intertwined in his job and his passion was something you would forever love. It was the end of Love on Tour and the first show was today in Horsens Denmark, you’d been lucky enough to travel around with him for tour, and every city and corner of the world you had been too had just been absolutely stunning.

“So this song, is one that I’ve always loved..”

You locked your eyes onto Harry as he stood at the microphone getting ready to play another track, you didn’t know the full set list yet, he was usually tweaking it every now and then

“This song is also loved by a lot of you, and a lot of my fans, for a variety of reasons…but it also happens to be the woman i love’s favourite song as well…”

You glanced at the screen showing you now down where you were standing, a smile on your face as you waved to the crowd, shaking your head slightly in H’s direction

“This is my wife’s favourite song, and one she requested I play at least once on this final leg so…here’s fine line”

You couldn’t help the tears that lined your eyes, knowing just how special this song was to you, Harry looked over, blowing a kiss in your direction as he began to play the opening notes on his guitar. The crowd began to sing along, many sharing the same tearful expression you held as you sung with him.

Fine line had been one of the songs you’d loved since Harry had started to come out with more of his own music, the lyrics holding a deep rooted meaning and symbolism to them. Just as Matilda also captured many feelings and memories for you, Harry never failed to make you feel wrapped up in softness and comfort when it came to his music

“you sunshine you temptress, my hands at risk I fold..”

Harry’s eyes remained on yours every so often, the glances you shared holding many words that didn’t need to be spoken, lots of hidden messages for one another that held all the love in the world.

You watched the fans around you, some crying, others smiling and belting the lyrics out with him, you knew he meant just as much to them as he did to you. You’d always told Harry his fans felt like home for you as well, you felt like one giant family.

“we’ll be alright, we’ll be alright..”

There was no where else you’d want to be than in this moment watching Harry perform his heart out and giving his all on stage. Fine Line would forever be such a beautiful song not only for Harry and his fans, but for you, his darling, his favourite woman in the world, his wife.

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x female reader #harry styles x girlfriend reader #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles x wife reader #harry styles x reader #harry styles masterlist #harry styles x plus size reader #harry styles fan fiction #rueswrites #ruesanswers #ruesanons<3 #ruesasks #ruesfriends❤️

[gyumine]

best friend!perv!junhan x fem!reader (not proofread) ¹⁸⁺

!! forceful, somnophilia, manipulative, cum tribute, oblivious reader

to you junhan was a close friend, someone you could constantly turn to, he just always was there and you were so grateful for it. he liked being that person he wanted you to have your guard lowered with him, so he could get to see you in all your states and fantasize about you in many different ways, you were a feather that he felt a need to take care of even though it was for his own pleasure.

some days you’d go over to his place and to vent your frustrations out to him, he’d listen and reassure you while you rested in his arms. he liked having you in his arms even if you were crying on his chest, it was one of the few moments where he could hold your body close to his for a while, having to hide his boner as he got hornier every time you cried his name.

some nights you would end up having to stay over and you would share a bed only inches apart, it made him crazy to have you so close yet not get to touch you but he wouldn’t let that ruin his fun placing his tip on your half-open mouth rubbing the precum against your lips while you were deep asleep. he would jerk off right there grunting as he squeezes around his hard cock, the sounds you’d make while sleeping turned him on so badly but he had to limit himself.

you stayed clueless to his perverse activities which only fueled him to do more convinced you would never find out, you didn’t know any better he was just so nice and he paid attention to what you told him or so you thought.

he barely had his attention anywhere else than on your body most of the time, he loved the way your legs looked when you wore skirts, fantasizing about fucking your thighs in the changing rooms you brought him to so often. the videos you’d send him mindlessly while you were drunk not realizing how your nipples were almost out of your top but he knew how to make use of it watching the videos on replay taking out his already throbbing cock and jerking it off slowly watching your tits bounce till your nipples started seeping through, he’d press his tip against the screen visualizing you taking his length down your throat your pretty lips wrapped around him as he let his cum drip all over the screen. it was getting harder to just watch you act so carelessly and not just take it as an opportunity to fuck your brains right.

“the first one is better” he tells you as he sat on your bed helping you pick an outfit for the night. you changed in front of him as usual, not doubting him in any way, but he loved the sight of your body in just your underwear and the way you took your time dancing around mindlessly not noticing the dick print that was so apparent through his sweat pants. he held it through his pants massaging gently as he watched you bend over revealing your heart shaped ass, he’d usually excuse himself to empty it all in the bathroom but he was hoping for more,

“come help me zip up” you ask still facing the opposite direction from him, so when he comes over and you feel something poking against your skin, you wrap your fingers around the lengthy object feeling it up till you come to your senses backing away from him as he stood there his cock throbbing,

“why’d you stop? you seemed to be enjoying it” he strokes his member coming closer to you, you stood there frozen as he placed your hand around his cock guiding you as he jerked it off, the way you look at his cock so innocently shocked by the length only got him harder. you couldn’t pull away from his grip at this point but you didn’t know that you wanted to, you had been feeling touch starved and his length was so perfect for you.

without wasting any time you took the lead taking off your thong before wrapping your arms around his shoulders, the smirk on his face was so telling as he pressed your body against the wall behind you, letting his head line up against your slit kissing on your neck as he teased your pussy, “you’re such a fucking slut” he whispered lifting your leg up holding it up thrusting all his length inside you, muffling your cries with his hand on your mouth gripping your jaw, your eyes tear up as he pushes further into your cunt, his hips thrusting harder everytime.

“junnie please..” you breathed out as he let his grip over your mouth loosen, he kissed your lips pulling himself out before looking at you then looking down, you understood the message getting on your knees facing his cock coated in all your juices,

“make sure you take it all i’m not going easy on you” he said as you wrap your lips around his cock only getting halfway before it started to hurt your throat. you look up at him sucking on it listening to him moan softly as you twisted your tongue on his tip, his hand goes to the back of your head and pushes down letting you gasp for air for a couple seconds before letting go,

“don’t get too exhausted i have so many things i want to do to you tonight y/n”

#blairing 🏹 #xdh smut #kpop smut #junhan x reader #junhan smut #xdinary heroes smut #smut #xdh hard hours #hard thoughts #xdh hard thought

[http-angelite]

Have this idea from some hcs I read

Vash and Wolfwood reacting to someone says to their s/o that "you're so hot/gorgeous/sexy", and then the s/o be like "Yeah, but have you seen my HUSBAND? He is the hottest, handsome and gorgeous thing..." and keep gushing and complimenting them

Can you do some hcs for it plz? 👀

♡ but you haven't seen my man ♡

characters: vash, wolfwood

➤ gn reader

note: GUYSS WE HAVE OFFICIALLY REACHED 100 FOLLOWERS OMG OMG THANK YOU SMM!!!

♡ you, vash, wolfwood, meryl, and roberto had come across this small, quaint town while travelling through the desert. you all needed a break to stretch your legs, and maybe get some food, so you all decide to stop and have a look around. you all wonder into the town's marketplace. the street was lined with booths and stands set up by different merchants for them to sell their goods from.

♡ you stop by this one booth that had caught your eye, while your boyfriend stopped to look at the one next to it. the rest of your group had split up to look around at other stands that interested them. unbeknownst to you, you had caught the eye of the seller who owned the stand that you were visiting.

"hey, gorgeous." they spoke.

"hmm? me?" you asked, looking up at them and pointing to yourself.

"why, of course. you're stunning! who else would i have been speaking to?"

vash . ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

"him, maybe," you point to vash, "that's who i would've been talking to."

vash had overheard your conversation, and he turned his head to see what guy you might have been referring to. to his pleasant surprise, you were pointing at him. when you notice him looking at you, you send him a sweet smile and a cheerful wave.

"that's my husband! he's way prettier than i am. he is truly the most beautiful being that i have ever laid my eyes upon."

vash feels his face get warm. not only did you call him beautiful, but you called him your husband! he was aware of the fact that you found him attractive, you having told him many times, but the way you declared it to a stranger was so heartfelt, and you seemed so unfeigned when you spoke of how pretty he was, that it made him feel like it was the first time anyone had ever complimented him.

"he's so perfect, isn't he? absolutely nothing could compare to him. i'm so lucky to be the one holding his heart."

his heart began to beat impossibly fast. he placed a hand on the back of his neck, giving the merchant a shy wave once he notices them looking at him. he watches as you bid farewell to the stranger and stroll over to him, beaming. he tries to speak, but he stutters. he clears his throat, trying not to embarrass himself, before taking your hand in his, lifting it to his lips, and placing a gentle kiss onto your knuckles.

"th-thank you, dear. i, uh, i feel the same way about you..." he smiles, bashfully.

wolfwood . ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

"him, of course!" you point to wolfwood, "he's a lot more stunning than i am."

and, speak of the devil, wolfwood had walked over to where you stood and overheard your conversation. he immediately notices when he's the one that you direct the merchant's attention toward. he's caught off guard by your words. his eyes widen just a bit before he smirks. he looks at the merchant, who was already gazing at him, and the expression on his face was so complacent that it seemed like he was trying to brag without actually speaking.

"he's my husband! isn't he so handsome? he's the most charming man i've ever met."

there's a warmth that rises, much like his ego does, to his cheeks as you continue to effuse about him. wolfwood is obviously a confident guy, and he has never worried about if he looked anything less than attractive, but he had never had someone compliment him so passionately; and to a complete stranger, no less. the way you spoke about him, the smile on your face, the love in your eyes, and the way you referred to him as your husband made him feel like there was not even a shadow if insincerity to your words. he was honored to be the one you spoke so affectionately of.

he steps closer to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and leaning in to place a kiss onto your temple.

"you're not too bad to look at yourself, sweetheart." he grins.

i feel like this is not very good, so i apologize if that's true. i did my best.

i'm still pretty new to writing, so let me know if you have any kind of feedback for me :) anything would be greatly appreciated

ty for reading and ty for 100 followers!

#trigun stampede x reader #vash x reader #vash the stampede x reader #wolfwood x reader

[peanutbutterand]

i miss you, i'm sorry; lmh

 in which alcohol and a broken heart prompts you to make a phone call to your ex.

~ Angst with a capital A. 

wc: 1.6K

Reference(s): “I miss you, I’m sorry” written by Grace Abrahams and a line from Notting Hill directed by Roger Michell

~

“I miss you”

The flashing lights seemed to somehow mute the chaotic noise around you. Head hurting, mind overwhelmed, and still, your fingers unconsciously danced across the screen of your phone, typing a number you had deleted months ago.

Some things don’t stay the way they're supposed to. Out of sight, out of mind right? Funny how all logic and rational thinking is suddenly muddled by the denial of a broken heart. 

“y/n.”

If it weren’t for the alcohol in your system, you’d cry at the sound of his voice. Instead, the concern in his tone forced a bittersweet smile to form on your face.

He shouldn’t be worried, he shouldn’t have even answered. But he did. And you hated that you knew he would. Because even in your drunken state, it was so natural for you to go back to him. 

“You promised.” 

You felt pathetic. Clinging onto his promises of forever, even when you fought his declarations towards the end of your relationship. The need to be right overpowering the need to be loved.

It was careless, taking everything you loved and disputing it with cruel words driven by a fixed mindset. And he did the same. Hurt people hurt people, because no one wants to be hurting alone. 

You did your best to move on. You really did. It was easy at first, fueled by anger and pinpointing all the blame of your failing relationship on him was something you did with your head held high. 

And then all of a sudden, your pride became too hard to swallow and all the hate you spewed ricocheted in the forms of longing and regret. 

You often found yourself reminiscing about fights in his apartment and the disappointment that came with broken dishes, just to get a glimpse of him.

Because he was always readily available in your mind, whether it be in the form of heartbreak or not. And the extent to which you would willingly fall back into these moments only resulted in any progress of moving on to slip through your fingers.

“y/n, where are you?”

How do you move on from someone who is so deeply engraved into your mind, someone who has touched every part of you with sweet kisses and gentle hands, someone who starts your thoughts and always ends them.

For these reasons, your doubts and hesitations were not baseless. Because how do you move on from someone you once promised forever to? It almost seems wrong to do so. 

“I don’t know what to do Minho. Everywhere I go leads me back to you. Everything I know brings me back to us.” 

There was so much to say, so much you wanted to tell him. It was desperate and embarrassing, but others might say you were simply in love; that you were just a girl, talking to a boy, asking him to love her. 

“Y/n, please….go home.”

“I can’t.”

“Y/n–”

“Every corner of that fucking house is haunted Minho.” 

It was suffocating. Home was no longer home but a place filled with traces of his presence. Bittersweet reminders of the life that once flourished remained in every room.

His coffee cup in the cupboard, his hoodie tucked away in your drawer, the silly love notes he left embedded into your books, his morning kisses, his laughter, his smile, him. 

He was everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Even in his absence, he was consuming you. So no, you wouldn’t go home, you couldn’t. Because the definition between home and Minho seemed to blur overtime. 

“I don’t know what to do anymore."

The drunken daze was now fading away, your clouded mind becoming overwhelmed with the sober emotions that flowed through your body, because they were one in the same when you were drunk, just easier to handle in a state of intoxication. 

“I thought you hated me.”

Such a statement was not meant to be laced with the gentleness he evoked, so much so, a certain heaviness clung to your chest. For the reminder of the three words you spewed at him the last time you spoke will forever bring feelings of angst and regret. 

“Minho…”

Some things are better left unsaid. Until the time comes when those things are all you can think about, clouding your judgement and cultivating a narrative of missed opportunities guided by the words “what if”.

You had many. And they creeped up on you, leaving you lost in your thoughts of love that you’ll never be able to live, at least, not with him.

But not was not the time to wallow in your self pity and despair. Not after all the time you had dedicated to pondering over the “what ifs” and certainly not when the person these “what ifs” revolved around was here, listening to you. 

“I was angry and upset and desperate to hurt you. I don’t hate you—I never could. I’m sorry.”

The slow sigh that ran after your words displayed your relief more than you intended. Thinking back to the last time you spoke to him was routine for you.

But this time, instead of being tormented by the hurt laced in the memory of that night, you were now comforted by the fact that your truth was now something he knew.

And you weren’t going to deprive yourself of his, no matter how much it may break you. You were in too deep to consider that now. 

“Do I still make you sick to your stomach?” 

It was his turn to let out an audible sigh. And it seems as though you weren’t the only one reminiscing back to that night; for his response appeared to be nurtured with time and consideration.

“No y/n, you never did. You never will. I didn't mean that. I wish I had ever said those words to you, but I did. I’m sorry.”

It’s one thing to say something. It’s another to mean it. And it felt nice to hear he didn’t. You knew he could never have meant it, but the assurance you experienced upon his confession pulled apart the remaining angst embedded in your memories. You could only hope he felt the same.

It was cold outside. Somehow, your feet carried you out of the stuffy place, the moon illuminating the still street, a complete contradiction to your surroundings a few seconds ago. 

The silence seemed to emphasize your acknowledgement of everything that had happened and was happening. The phone pressed to your ear. The quick beating in your chest. The familiarity of the slow breaths he took as you listened. Your boldness. His patience. 

“I’m sorry I called. I know we said we weren’t talking—”

“I miss you too.”

You almost didn’t catch it. His voice low and quiet, almost as if the statement was a passing thought that had slipped past his tongue. But you caught it, as did your denial, that after all this time, he too missed what once was.

A part of you wished your ears had been deaf to his words. Because the way your hand fell to your chest, the way it felt as though your heart had paused, the way tears immediately lined your waterline, was the same way you recognized exactly how much you missed him.

One step forward and three steps back is the damage his words did. But you started it first, and it was only fair to finish what you started. 

An absent smile lined your lips with tears falling down your face. Your tears were warm against your cold skin and you so badly wanted the warmth to stay.  

“Everything we were scared of happening, happened Minho.”

“Nothing happened in the way we wanted Y/n.”

Your absent smile turned bittersweet, fingers gently grazing your cheek in an attempt to catch the warmth from your eyes. You were right. And he was too. They say that nothing that is meant for you will ever get away, so why did he?

“Is this better for us y/n?”

It’s hard to make peace with something you don't entirely agree with. He hurt you more than anyone else has. But he loved you better than anyone ever did. 

“I don't know. I’m still confused.” 

Your eyes shut, squeezing what was left of your tears out. 

“I do know that I was really happy with you, we were happy together. And we were really good to each other.”

You went into this conversation with hope and uncertainty. It was only normal for that hope and uncertainty to cultivate into doubts and hesitation. He didn’t deserve that. And you didn’t want to make things worse than they already were. Not now. Not ever. 

“But….”

“But we’ve been here before. And I want to love you because I love you, not because I need you— I missed you Minho…..I miss you. I’m sorry.” 

And in an instant, no sound came from his phone. Your voice, gone, as if it were never there.

Gone before he could familiarize himself with the highs and lows of your tone. Gone before he could tell you to not cry, for he recognized the tell tale signs that you were. Gone before he could say everything he wanted to say and more. 

And perhaps that's why he continued to hold the phone to his ear, head falling to the back of his couch as he allowed the words he meant to say to you, the second your name appeared on his phone, break free from his lips.

Barely a mumble, but with his whole heart and all his truth. 

“I still love you, I promise.”

#lee know #lee minho #lee know x reader #stray #straykids x reader #straykids #straykidsangst #stray kids angst #angst #skz imagine #skz imagines #hyunjin x reader #skz #skz scenarios #stray kids #bangchan x reader #hwang hyujin imagines #skz fanfic #skz fanfiction #stray kids imagines #hwang hyunjin #minho x reader #minho #skz minho

[wavesmp3]

line of fortune | minghao x reader

everyone's born with a line of fortune. the thin black line that leads from the end of your pinky to somewhere, someone who already knows you better than you know yourself.

when you meet minghao for the first time, in the back of an alley in a close call that you've trained to sit in the farthest corner of your mind, your line, inexplicably, wavers for the first time as well.

("minghao" he tells you, breathlessly.

your eyes are focused on your line, the way it sways, billows almost, like a blouse on a clothesline on a windy day. it touches the edge of his torso then shivers, repulsed and zips back around you in the opposite direction. run your line seems to be saying. don't wait to find out how much it'll hurt when he breaks your heart.

you look up at him. and are immediately hit with a punch to the chest and a kick to the gut that you've fondly named attraction. your line tugs at you, begs you to do anything but stay.

instead you extend your hand, and give him your name.)

you tell him about the line on your third date. after a disappointing movie that you've been dying to see. before your second cup of coffee, in between the fourth glass of wine.

he gives you a half smile, staring at the tip of your pinky finger.

your stomach does a flop. your line pulls you futher.

he raises his hand, pushes his hair behind his ear, and points to the bottom of his earlobe. you see a singular earring in the shape of a cross dangling. "this is mine."

fuck the line, you think to yourself, leaning close enough to minghao that you can smell the cologne on his neck and the wine in his voice. "where does it point?"

for a moment he doesn't say anything. he freezes in time. and you let yourself, for the void of time and space he's left you waiting in, think that he'll point to you. that he'll take you in your arms, kiss you breathlessly, and say that he's been looking for you his entire life. that he's traveled across countries and clouds to be with you. that he's wanted nothing more than your heart in his hands. that he'll bury his face in your hands and say it's you, it's you, it's you. it's always been.

but the moment ends. he doesn't say anything, but his smile does fall. he looks out the window. his hand falls and instead of pointing at you, drops emptily in his lap.

your lips part. "minghao, we don't have to-"

"it faded." he meets your eyes then. he looks as empty as he sounds. he orders another glass of wine. you ask how that even happens.

later that night he tells you how people die.

you don't catch what he's saying. you don't make the connection. so instead you figure he's joking, chuckle and roll your eyes saying, "i know that genius."

it's only when he doesn't return the laugh. when he drops his head, eyes shaking as hard as your line, and asks, "do you?" that you realize what he's saying.

("i'm sorry, minghao." you try apologizing, once he's calmed down.

"you didn't know." he says to himself quietly.

you don't know what else to say. he doesn't seem to want you to say anything. in the place of words and niceties, he grabs your hand and presses his lips to the top of your pinky.

your line disappears while he does.)

#minghao scenarios #minghao fanfic #minghao x reader #minghao imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagines #seventeen fanfic #seventeen angst #minghao angst #mine #line of fortune

[mint-yooxgi]

{17} - Hotel California - Yandere!Demonic Entities!Ateez X Reader

Yandere AU & Demon AU - Based off of This ask and Hotel California by Eagles

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Fluff, Slight Humor

Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Focus on Seonghwa, Jongho, & Wooyoung)

Words: 13,837

Warnings: Suggestive content, Talks of kinks, violence and blood, injuries, mentions of death and failed suicide attempts. Very angsty the final quarter of the chapter. Someone fucks up, big time. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: Surprise!! I had way too much fun writing this. I am very excited about the dragons in this chapter, and I hope you are, too! Finally edited as well! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

Main Story - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine - Part Ten - Part Eleven - Part Twelve - Part Thirteen - Part Fourteen - Part Fifteen - Part Sixteen - Mini Masterlist

The soft caress of someone gently running their fingers down your spine pulls you out of your slumber early the next day. A hum escapes you, stretching lightly as you bury your head further into the warm pillow you seem to be resting on. A pillow which chuckles at feeling your arms tighten around it.

“Good morning, Petal,” Yunho places a tender kiss onto the top of your head.

Groggily, you turn your attention to him to see a loving smile already directed your way.

You smile back, curling yourself deeper into him with a content hum, “good morning, Universe.”

The pleased rumble that reverberates beneath your head causes you to chuckle. The way you can still feel his one hand stroking along your spine has a pleasant shiver caressing your form.

Turning your head, you place a kiss against his bare chest, right over his heart. The way you can feel it flutter beneath your touch has a warmth blooming within your veins.

“Did you sleep well?” Yunho’s eyes shine with nothing but adoration for you as you continue to relax in his embrace.

“Very,” you confirm with another soft hum. “You make a great pillow, Yunho.”

The chuckle he releases ends up shaking your entire body. “Always glad to be of service, My Queen.”

And serve you, he did. The rest of that afternoon and evening was spent with him in his room. The two of you talked for hours, interspersed with a few more rounds of tender love making where Yunho held you close, whispering any and all praises that he could into your ears. 

Last night could not have been more perfect, and you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

“How are you feeling today?” His one hand comes up to cradle the side of your face, guiding your gaze to his own as his eyes search yours.

“I feel great,” you reply earnestly, grin tugging at your lips as your arms tighten around him. Though, in the next second, your brow is furrowing. “A little odd, though. Things seem almost…” you search for the right word, “sharper.”

Yunho chuckles slightly. “Well, you did ingest a little bit of my blood.”

The furrow in your brow deepens until realization is crossing your features.

“Ah,” a slight warmth blossoms on your cheeks as you recall the way you kissed him so passionately with his blood lining his lips, “I guess I did.”

“It’s nothing to worry about, Petal,” he assures you. “There aren’t any negative side effects to ingesting our blood.”

“I remember Hongjoong mentioning some added side effects, but he failed to go into detail,” you nod, recalling the brief conversation you had with him and Wooyoung about ailments at the mall.

“Your senses and reflexes will be heightened for a bit,” he comments. “Though, not for very long, given that you didn’t take much. That’s all you really need to worry about for now.”

“Why not just tell me all the possible side effects now?” You quirk a brow, shifting to rest your chin on his chest to look up at him once more.

“Now, where’s the fun in that?” Yunho winks, a knowing grin tugging at his lips.

You pout playfully back at him until he’s pulling you up to his lips for a brief kiss.

“Don’t worry, Petal,” he places a lingering kiss onto the skin of your cheek. “We’ll tell you in due time.”

“That sounds ominous,” you joke, raising a hand to poke at his cheek lightly. He turns his head to playfully try and nip at your finger in the next second. “If regular blood acts as an aphrodisiac for you, then I can only imagine what your blood would do to me.”

“You would be correct in a sense,” he replies, a loving smile painting his features as he takes your hand in his, placing a kiss onto your palm in the next second. “Only if you had no physical injuries to heal first.”

“Ah, so a step-by-step process,” your eyebrows raise in acknowledgment.

“It also depends on how much you ingest at one time,” he adds.

You nod, brow furrowing in thought. “So, who has the strongest blood out of all of you, then?”

“For healing injuries?” Yunho meets your gaze. “Seonghwa, since he’s the eldest. Then, Hongjoong. Then, me, and so on and so forth.”

“So, the older the blood, the stronger it is?” You inquire, eyes shining with that familiar curiosity Yunho has always loved since the first time he saw it.

“Essentially,” he confirms. “Though, Wooyoung’s would be the strongest against poisons. I’m positive his blood holds every antidote in it by now.”

“Make sense,” you nod. “Would yours be the best at healing mental ailments, then?”

“Most likely,” Yunho confirms with a small nod, eyes shining as he looks down at you. “Yes.”

“Huh,” you rest your head back onto his chest, exhaling contently. “Neat.”

A brief moment of silence before another teasing grin is pulling onto your lips.

“You’re sure you’re not vampires?” There’s a light lilt to your voice as you say this, causing Yunho to laugh once more.

“Definitely not, Petal,” he responds, a grin to mirror your own resting on his lips.

“Ah, darn,” you tut, shaking your head. “There go my Dracula fantasies.”

“Oh?” Amusement shines in his eyes. “And just what, prey tell, are those Dracula fantasies of yours, Petal?”

“Nothing I can’t do with you,” you grin mischievously, and the pleased growl you feel vibrate in his chest has you chuckling against him.

“Honestly, I’m surprised you’re this okay wth talking about blood.”

“Really?” You shoot him a look. “After I just let you cover me, and I with you, in each other’s blood, you think talking about it is gonna make me squeamish?”

Yunho shrugs exasperatedly, “I don’t know. It could have just been the heat of the moment.”

“I thought it would have been obvious by now, considering yesterday, and the fact that David spilled the beans,” you laugh, meeting his gaze with an overtly fond look in your eyes as you adjust your body slightly so that you’re now laying slightly more on top of him. He tilts his head, waiting for you to continue. “Darling, I do have a blood kink.”

Yunho’s eyes nearly bug out of his head, the tips of his ears turning a bright red as he clears his throat. 

“Oh. Oh, you were serious about that?” His voice is slightly more high pitched than normal.

“Of course,” you snort out a laugh. “It’s every bit as real as my knife kink.”

Yunho’s eyebrows raise significantly, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. “What else are you into, Petal?”

You quirk a brow, a smirk to rival his own tugging at the corner of your lips.

“Do you really want to know?” Your voice is but a low drawl, seductive and sultry as you sit up, tossing your one leg over his waist in order for you to straddle him.

Yunho’s eyes flash black, absolutely adoring the sight of your bare form sitting above him like this for the moment. The way your hands rest on his chest, fingers splayed over his skin has his heart thundering, cock twitching just below your ass.

“Yes,” his reply is breathless, desperate as his hands come to rest on your thighs, thumbs stroking slowly over your bare skin. “Please, Petal.”

You trail a nail down his chest, loving the way he shivers beneath your touch.

“All in due time, Yunho,” you smile. “Perhaps when there aren’t seven extra sets of ears eavesdropping on the conversations.”

You hear a thud come from down the hallway, causing you to chuckle.

“Can you blame them, Petal?” Yunho chuckles along with you. “We just want to know more about you. About how best to please you.”

“Well, so far, you’re all doing a wondrous job.” You reply with a small wink.

A brilliant smile stretches across Yunho’s features, heart warming from the praise. He cannot suppress the pleased rumble that escapes him, pulling you down for a kiss in the next moment.

Little do you know of the other bashful smile that paints another male’s features at overhearing your praise.

Breaking from the kiss, you sit back up, thumb gently caressing the side of Yunho’s face as you hold him gently in the palm of your one hand.

“I would rather have that conversation with all of you when the time is right,” you tell him. “Though, I would always tell you if any of you did something that made me uncomfortable. I just hope you all will do the same with me.”

“Of course, Petal,” Yunho readily agrees, not even needing to hear his brother’s confirmations before responding since he knows they all would do the same. In a heartbeat.

“Good,” you smile. In the next second, you’re tilting your head from side to side, a knowing look shining in your eyes. “I suppose I could let you in on a few things, though.”

“Please,” he breathes, eyes desperate as he clings onto your every word, just as he knows his brothers are doing at this very moment.

Staring down at him through hooded eyes, you lick your lips.

“I absolutely live for praise,” you begin, and you notice the way his throat bobs as he swallows. “I also adore when my partner is vocal, which may or may not have something to do with that little voice kink I have. Nothing turns me on more than someone telling me exactly what they want to do to me, and then doing exactly that.”

A pleased rumble builds in his chest as you start to walk your fingers up his torso. Tingles erupt on his skin as he feels your nails grazing over his stomach, then up his chest, before you trail a finger up his neck, tilting his chin upwards as you lean over him.

Yunho’s hands tighten on your thighs, pulling you closer.

Your eyes catch on a faint bite mark still visible on his neck that he has yet to heal. You smirk.

“I do rather enjoy claiming what’s mine,” you hum, the tip of your finger teasingly following the outline of the mark on his neck. “Though, I think that sentiment is shared all around.”

At the way Yunho’s eyes flash black, a pleased snarl escaping him in the next moment, you just know the others listening in react in the exact same way.

“Biting, scratching, licking, sucking,” you list off, “anything to lay claim to mark what’s mine.”

His lips part, breathing coming in jagged pants.

“Of course, that which I enjoy giving, I also enjoy receiving, too.” You meet his gaze, eyes flashing knowingly. “If it’s not mutual, I don’t want it.”

Another pleased growl escapes him, and again, you just know the others have more than likely echoed the sentiment.

“Though, I will never expect more than what any of you are willing to give.”

“The feeling is mutual, Petal,” he replies immediately, hand coming up to caress the side of your face as you lean into his touch.

“I know,” you hum contently, a smile stretching across your features as a brief flash of that conversation with Hongjoong in the garden the other day flits through your mind. “And I will always appreciate you all for it.”

A brief silence settles over the both of you as you continue to stare deeply into each other’s eyes. That is, until Yunho is breaking it once more.

“Is there-” he clears his throat, “is there anything you don’t like that we should be aware of for now.”

You take a moment to consider his words before nodding to yourself. “Degrade me in any way and I will walk right out on you. Other than that, if you’re unsure, just ask. Consent is one of the hottest things you could ever offer to me.”

“On that, I think we’re all agreed,” Yunho nods along with your words. “Consent is as important for us as it is for you.”

You smile down at him, leaning in to kiss his forehead. “One of the many things I love about you.”

The tender love and affection you can see shining within his look of pure adoration makes your heart race. A look of which you know is mirrored on your own face right now.

At the way you notice his eyebrow twitch slightly, you can just tell one of his brothers has told him something. Sure enough, his next words confirm your original thought.

“Hongjoong wants to know what your safe word is.” At the way his eyes widen in amusement, you can tell there was another comment added to that. “Now, he’s cussing me out for singling him out about it because apparently Wooyoung has been asking, too.”

Faintly, you hear a whine of ‘hey’ come from somewhere in the house. 

You chuckle. “Just call them out, why don’t you.”

“I’m just the messenger,” he shrugs, raising his hands mildly in his defence. “Though, I am curious.”

You lean away slightly, sitting up as you contemplate your response.

“To be honest, I’ve never been in a situation that warranted the use of one before,” you blink, shifting through your memories to see if you’ve ever actually had to come up with one. In the next moment, you shake your head slightly to clear your thoughts. “I think the light system should be fine for now. Unless there’s one you all usually use.”

Yunho takes a moment to respond, and you notice how his eyes appear to be looking past you for a moment before shifting to meet your gaze.

“The light system works for us,” he smiles at you. “We’ll let you know if there’s a word we want you to use in advance, though. If and when the time comes.”

“I appreciate it,” you smile back, going to move off of him in the next second. You stretch your neck and back out slightly, looking around his room in the next instance after hearing a few satisfying pops. It’s then that you realize something. “I need clothes.”

Yunho sits up in bed behind you, his hand grazing over the skin of your bare back. “You can borrow some of mine.”

Your turn your head to glance at him from over your shoulder, an amused look on your features as your brow quirks.

“Just thought I’d offer,” he chuckles, shrugging briefly.

“I would grab some of my own, but seeing as my room is literally across the house,” you begin knowingly. “I’d have to walk there.” You look at Yunho expectantly. “With what I’m wearing right now.” He quirks a brow. “Which is nothing.”

You swear you hear a growl come from down the hall.

“I’ll do it,” your eyebrows are raised dramatically, eyes wide as you continue to meet Yunho’s stare. “I know you’ve all seen me naked before.”

“It’s not a threat if you know we’ll all enjoy it, Petal,” Yunho chuckles knowingly, a sly grin pulling at his features.

“Would someone just please get me some clothes?” You cross your arms over your chest. At the way Yunho doesn’t even bother to move from his spot, you let out an exasperated sigh. 

Grabbing the blanket at the end of his bed, you go to unfold it and wrap it around yourself just as you hear a knock on the door. A second later, a hand is reaching in with a pile of your clothes held in its grasp, before placing said items on top of the wardrobe right beside the door. In the next second, you hear the latch clicking back into place.

“At least one of you is a gentleman,” you snort, shooting a playfully pointed look at Yunho.

“You can’t blame me for wanting to admire you in your raw form for a little while longer, Petal,” he leans onto his side, head being propped up by his hand as his elbow rests on his pillow.

“Now I just think you’re rubbing it in,” you shake your head amusedly, tossing the blanket in your hands at his head as you go to stand from the bed.

You hear him laugh from behind you as you make your way over to your clothes on top of his wardrobe.

“Guilty,” he hums, curling the blanket beneath his arms as he settles back into his bed. Lovingly, he watches you change.

“Perhaps I should start leaving some clothes in all of your rooms so this doesn’t happen again,” you mumble, heading towards the bathroom to freshen up for the day.

Um, hell yes she should, Wooyoung voices, a little too eagerly.

Or, she could, you know, Mingi clears his throat, walk around the house naked.

I’m with Mingi on this one, Yunho hums.

Says the one who’s just spent the last sixteen or so hours with her, probably doing nothing but stare at her raw form, San grumbles, and they just know he’s crossing his arms over his chest.

Are you really complaining about the prospect of possibly seeing her walking around the house naked? Jongho chimes in, amusement clear in his voice.

San is silent for a moment before grumbling out a response. No.

Someone’s just jealous again, Yeosang chuckles.

I’m not jealous! San is quick to retort.

Denial. Yunho, Jongho, Mingi, and Yeosang all reply at the same time.

Yeah, yeah, he’s not the only one in the same boat, Hongjoong replies, exasperatedly.

On the plus side, she’s opening up to all of us more. Jongho observes, flipping the page of his book that he’s currently reading, mind swirling with everything he’s just learned from you.

A moment of silence passes over all of them, until Wooyoung is breaking it once more.

So, Yunho… the younger begins, not so slyly.

Nope. The elder male immediately responds, a knowing grin tugging at his features.

He hasn’t even said anything yet! San whines.

If you’re not getting anything out of him, you’re most certainly not getting anything out of me. Yunho chuckles, already reminiscing in the privacy of his own mind all the different ways you sighed his name so sinfully yesterday.

We’ll all know in due time, Jongho says, turning another page of his book.

Patience is a virtue, Mingi singsongs.

Since when have we ever been virtuous? Seonghwa laughs, speaking for the first time in a while.

I don’t know, you tell me, Mister Gentleman. Wooyoung teases, drawling out the name pointedly.

We all know you’re the most eager to see her walking around the house in the nude. Jongho adds, pointedly.

Unlike some, I am more than happy to provide for her whatever she may need, whenever she wants it. Seonghwa retorts.

Translation: our eldest here would have busted a heavy nut if she walked out without wearing clothes. Wooyoung cackles, along with both San and Mingi.

Like you wouldn’t have been drooling with your jaw on the ground if you saw her walking around in the nude. Yeosang rolls his eyes.

At least I’m honest about it. Wooyoung replies.

No one would blame either of you for your reactions. Hongjoong voices, finally finishing getting ready for the day in his own room.

Speaking of, how are you doing, Captain? There’s a teasing lilt to Mingi’s voice. Confirmed blood and knife kink.

I’m surprised he didn’t need to take another shower to cool off. San mutters, a chuckle to his words.

It’s not as shocking when you already know the truth, Hongjoong hums. Though, it is still pleasant, all the while.

You’re all just unobservant, Wooyoung adds with a hum.

Then, what else have you so keenly observed, Woo? San inquires, much to the other’s pleasure.

Of course, all of them want to know what their very own master of seduction has deduced from your every little intricacy.

All in due time, brother, Wooyoung grins, much to their annoyance. I’m sure she’ll confirm everything I’ve learned of her. Much sooner than you may think.

A soft smile rests on Yunho’s face as he continues listening to his brothers bicker about things in his mind. His eyes trail lightly after your form once you’ve returned from the bathroom, watching as you walk over to give him a tender kiss on the forehead before moving to exit his room for the day.

Opening the door, you step into the hall. Softly, you make sure the latch clicks behind you before making your way downstairs.

A gentle mewl catches your attention just as you reach the top of the stairs.

“Well, good morning to you, too, my little Doritos,” you chuckle, noticing how Kuroo looks up at you with wide eyes from the bottom of the stairs as you descend them. “Are you waiting for me? Oh, how sweet are you?”

You continue to coo at him, crouching down to scratch his head once you reach him.

“Come on, Little One,” you smile, beginning to walk towards the kitchen. “Let’s get some breakfast.”

He mewls in response.

“I know! I’m hungry, too,” you reply, smile on your face as he trots alongside you. In the next second, he’s pawing at your leg, causing you to halt in your tracks. “Oh, do you want to be held? Silly me.”

Reaching down, you’re quick to scoop Kuroo into your arms. Immediately, he starts purring, rubbing his face all over your neck and jaw.

You giggle, scratching at his chin as he curls into your arms. “Come on, handsome, let’s go get some food.”

Rounding the corner, you see a familiar head of soft pink hair sitting at the kitchen counter.

A light, slight overdramatic gasp escapes your lips. “Another handsome boy!”

Said man turns towards you, eyes wide as he meets your gaze. Already, you’ve crossed over halfway into the kitchen.

A small chuckle escapes you as you take in his dishevelled hair, the slight waves making it look like he has small cat ears of his own. You smile.

“Good morning, Hwa,” stepping in beside him, you place a gentle kiss onto his cheek.

A subtle blush begins to creep up his neck as he smiles softly, “good morning, My Divine.”

Walking further into the kitchen, you go to pull the fridge open. Only, you’re finding it a little difficult to hold onto Kuroo while riffling through the shelves.

“Okay, Doritos, I’ve got to put you down for a second,” you turn your attention to Kuroo who blinks at you with wide eyes. “I know, but I can’t hold onto you forever.”

A snort of laughter comes from Seonghwa, causing you to turn and quirk a brow at the eldest.

“What’s so funny?” You grin along with him.

“He’s saying that, yes, you can hold onto him forever.” Seonghwa chuckles, a fond look shining in his eyes as he watches you turn your shocked look to Kuroo.

“Well, someone’s being a little spicy Doritos today, huh, Tetsurou?” You shake your head, placing him onto the floor.

A loud complaint from him is all you receive in response before he’s trotting around the island and out of the kitchen.

Your mouth parts in shock, an appalled expression taking over your features before you’re shaking your head in the next moment. “What a sassy boy.”

Another chuckle escapes the eldest as the corner of his lips quirk upwards.

Turning your attention back to the fridge, you pull out an apple. Closing the door, you’re quick to wash the fruit off and grab a knife from the drawer. In the next moment, you’re walking back to the other side, pulling out a stool, and sitting directly beside Seonghwa.

“So, Doritos?” He chuckles. “Another nickname we should add to the list?”

“Of the many I have, yes,” you grin softly, cutting into the apple.

“Why Doritos?” There’s a slight quirk to his brow as he observes you closely.

The knife pauses halfway through the apple momentarily before you continue on like nothing happened. “Does there have to be a reason behind a nickname?”

“Not necessarily,” he hums. “I’m just curious why you decided to call him that of all things.”

You settle one half of the apple onto the napkin you have in front of you before shooting him a side eyed glance. Your brow quirks. “Are you sure you really want to know?”

“I wouldn’t be asking, otherwise,” he replies, a knowing quirk to his own brow.

“Okay,” you hum, clearly amused, “but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

He remains silent, patiently waiting for you to continue.

“Well, he’s named after one of my favourite Haikyuu characters, so all the nicknames I have for him I shall subsequently give to this cat.” You explain, and you notice his eyebrow twitch.

“That still doesn’t explain why you call him Doritos,” he grumbles.

“Tell me, Hwa,” you chuckle, grabbing the other half of the apple you still need to cut up into your hands. “What shape are Doritos?”

“A triangle,” he replies almost immediately. “Though, I fail to see why this is of relevance.”

“Surely you’ve heard reference to someone having triangle proportions before, no?” You quirk a brow knowingly at him, your knife slowly slicing through the apple.

At the low growl that rumbles through his chest, you know he knows exactly what you’re talking about.

“You like him because he’s shaped like a triangle?” The disbelief that coats his voice has a laugh falling from your lips.

“Broad shoulders, firm waist,” you nod, seemingly zoning out as your eyes glaze over. “Mmmh, Kuroo.”

“Don’t forget the thighs!” A voice from the open doorway catches your attention, and you turn your head to see Wooyoung leaning against the frame, Jongho right behind him.

You raise an apple slice towards him in acknowledgement, “but of course. He’s got some nice ass thighs.”

All three men let out low growls as the two youngest enter the room.

“You brought it up,” you shoot a pointed look at Wooyoung before popping an apple slice into your mouth.

“We don’t do well with you praising other men, Darling,” Jongho says, pulling out the stool beside you and taking a seat as Wooyoung comes to stand on the opposite side of the counter.

“I am simply answering an innocent inquiry,” you reply, biting into another slice. “Not my fault you’re all jealous of lines drawn on a page.”

“They are still lines you enjoy, though,” Seonghwa grumbles, a small pout tugging at his lips as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“Well, yeah,” you shrug, tilting your head in acknowledgement, “but I think you’re forgetting one thing.”

“And what would that be, Gorgeous?” Wooyoung quirks a brow at you, a slight upturn to his lips knowingly.

“I much prefer eight real, handsome men instead,” you grin, noticing how the two males on either side of you sit up a little straighter. If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear they’re all slightly puffing their chests out now.

Jongho takes this opportunity to casually slide his arm across the back of your seat, much to the eldest’s annoyance. Of which, you notice.

In the silence that settles over the four of you, you’re quick to raise a piece of apple to Seonghwa’s pouting lips. Happily, he accepts, smile tugging onto his features as he munches away, much to the other’s annoyance now.

Shifting your gaze to the male beside you, you notice how Jongho now wears a pout on his lips. So, doing the exact same, you raise an apple slice to his mouth, chuckling as he greedily devours the piece you offer him.

Locking gazes with the male across from you, you see Wooyoung wearing the biggest pout of all. You chuckle, motioning him closer with your finger.

Eagerly, Wooyoung leans over the counter as you feed him a slice of your apple, his eyes shining as he swallows the piece.

“So, you guys have another council tonight?” You ask, popping another slice into your own mouth.

“Unfortunately,” Jongho sighs.

“Will I get to see the return of those wondrous outfits again?” You quirk your brow, lips tugging upwards into a smirk.

“Perhaps,” Wooyoung grins deviously, leaning forward against the counter once more as you feed him another slice of apple.

You continue to rotate who you’re feeding slices to until you run out, and at that point, Wooyoung wordlessly grabs another from the fridge. After washing it off, he hands it to you expectantly. Without another thought, you begin cutting into it.

“We have plenty more where that came from, Darling,” Jongho leans in to whisper into your ear.

A pleasant shiver caresses your spine as the knife freezes momentarily in your hands. Turning your head, you look at him through hooded eyes. “Don’t tease me like that, Darling.”

The way you can see how your words affect all of them has you smirking in response.

“I’ve always admired those types of outfits on anyone,” you admit as you continue to cut into the apple. “Makes me go feral.”

Three low growls of approval echo around the room.

“What else do you like, My Divine?” Seonghwa’s voice is but a low drawl right by your ear.

“There’s just something about a nice jacket that does things for me,” you say, emphasizing your words slightly with your hands. “Any type of jacket, but especially patterned ones. Nice patterns, not anything too extrinsic. That, and certain styles of military cut jackets just-“ you let out a wisp of air, closing your eyes for a brief moment as you hum to yourself, “wow.”

Your eyes flash open, “embroidered jackets. Fuck me-“ a pleasant shiver caresses your spine once more. “Embroidered suits.”

“Do you-“ Seonghwa clears his throat, shifting slightly in his seat as he attempts to control his breathing for the time being, “do you have any examples?”

“Plenty,” you breathe. “Though, I don’t know how many you’re going to like.”

“We don’t care, we just want to know,” Wooyoung replies, chest practically heaving as he stares at you with a dark gaze.

You meet his eyes, a quirk to your one brow.

“Well, for starters, Taemin’s military style jacket during his Want era was exceptionally fine,” you say, and you notice the way his jaw twitches across from you. “Haechan’s leather jacket from the Simon Says dance practice is really nice. Then there’s also the detail work on the entire group’s jackets in both Kick It era and Favourite era.” You pause for a moment, as your eyes glaze over, picturing the designs now. “Mmmh, Favourite era.”

“Favourite?” Jongho tilts his head slightly in inquiry.

“Vampires,” you nod, a blissed out smile tugging at your features. “Though, it wasn’t by much. The song was just called Favourite, then in brackets, Vampire, which was completely pointless.”

“You really have a thing for vampires, huh?” Wooyoung grins, knowingly. However, at the way you ignore him, he pouts.

“Though I suppose those could be counted as military style jackets given their shape,” you hum, more to yourself at this point. “Still, the detail work is incredible.”

“Detail work?” Seonghwa quirks a brow.

“Black jackets with gold embroidery,” you nod, almost to yourself. “Oh, they were so nice. Not to mention the Kick It bombers with the golden dragons on the shoulders. One was purple, and the other black. They mainly wore them for the live stages, though.”

“You seem to know a lot about this group’s stage outfits,” Wooyoung mumbles, sharing a look with his two brothers.

“When they’re styled nicely, and to my liking,” you raise another apple slice to your lips, “yeah. I do.”

“Okay, then what about patterned jackets and suits?” Jongho draws your attention back to him for the moment.

“John Boyega and Michael B. Jordan wear some fine ass patterned suits,” you state. “Jooheon of Monsta X wears a really nice patterned one in their Beautiful music video, too.”

Then, you’re blinking, seemingly lost in your thoughts.

“Where’d you go, Gorgeous?” Wooyoung chuckles, but the smile he wears is tight.

“Sorry, I just remembered Janelle Monae in a pantsuit and I got distracted,” you shake your head, hoping to clear your thoughts. Only, it doesn’t work, and now you’re thinking about one very beautiful, very powerful Fullmetal Alchemist character that you absolutely adore. One Major General Olivier Armstrong. “Oh no.”

Resting an elbow on the counter in front of you, you raise a fist and press it to your lips. Your eyes close, attempting to reign in your thoughts for the moment.

“What, oh no?” Wooyoung repeats your words, slight worry shining on his, as well as his brother’s features.

“Not good,” you mumble against the skin of your closed fist, eye shining as your mind decides to now start flashing through a majority of your favourite fictional characters.

None of them are the wiser, given that your void is still up for the moment. A fact which calms you at least somewhat.

Shifting your position, you rub at your warm cheeks, grounding yourself for the time being.

“Sorry, distracted,” you shake your head. “What were we talking about again?”

“Embroidered suits you enjoy,” Seonghwa fills in for you, an eager look to his eyes now that he has some ideas of clothing styles that you like.

“Ah, right,” you clear your throat. “There’s really only one more that comes to mind, but I don’t think you’re all going to like it all that much.”

“Why wouldn’t we like it?” Jongho quirks a brow at you slightly.

You smile tensely, turning your head to look at him. “Gee, I wonder why.”

“As someone who works with clothes, I am very interested to know,” Seonghwa leans in closer to you, and you turn around to meet his gaze.

“Oh, the suit I have no problem telling you about. It’s the context and the guy wearing the suit you’re not going to like.” You say, popping another slice of apple into your mouth.

“Try us,” Wooyoung leans back against the cabinets, crossing his arms over his chest as he meets your gaze.

“Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you,” you hum, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips.

In the blink of an eye, you’ve opened up your void to them, and they are privy to the image of a male walking out of a room in a golden embroidered suit. His dark hair is slicked back, save for one small piece that dangles over his forehead. He appears to look down at his shoes before lifting his gaze with a smirk. The worst part, he’s not wearing a shirt beneath his suit jacket.

Immediately, snarls are tugging at their lips.

“Jaehyun,” Jongho growls, grip tightening on the back of your chair.

“I told you that you weren’t going to like it,” you giggle, patting his knee from beneath the counter. “The whole fandom went feral for him when he popped out in that during the Kick It video.”

“Did you?” Seonghwa’s jaw is tense as you turn to look at him.

“Perhaps,” you reply after only a moment’s hesitation. “I mean, he looked great in the suit.”

Three more snarls echo around the room.

“You wanted to know,” you reply, tossing another piece of apple into your mouth. “I told you, I like nice jackets.”

“Duly noted, Darling,” Jongho shares a look with the eldest from over your shoulder.

“How much time is there until your council?” You’re quick to change the subject, looking around at all three of them briefly.

“We’ve got at least several hours before it starts,” Wooyoung answers for you.

“Great,” you smile. “I want to go out.”

“Where would you like to go, Darling?” Jongho asks before either of his two other brothers are able to, or protest for that matter.

As long as one of them is with you at all times, you should be fine.

“I don’t care, but I’d just like to get out of the house for a bit,” you say, pushing your stool back from the counter, and standing to your feet.

The three males blink at each other for a moment before a thought crosses the eldest’s mind. After all, you did mention them earlier, and they did promise to take you to see them at some point.

Before either of the two youngest have a chance to speak, Seonghwa’s voice draws your attention to him once more. “I’ll take you to meet the dragons.”

Immediately, your eyes are widening, excitement pouring off of you in waves. “You’re serious?”

Seonghwa shoots a pointed look towards the other two as you begin shaking from your emotions. “Of course, My Divine. I will take you to see them.”

Only, it seems as if Wooyoung has other plans.

“Great,” a knowing grin stretches across his features, “when are we leaving?”

Seonghwa’s eyes flash at his brother, not that you notice. You’re too busy scurrying around the counter to clean up your mess, muttering about dragons under your breath for the moment.

“We,” he stands, pulling you into his side as you come back around the counter, your whole body practically vibrating in excitement, and causing a pleased rumble to build in his chest, “will be leaving once she is ready to.”

“We’ll meet you at the front, then,” Jongho smirks, a not so innocent pull to his lips as they see you nodding along almost absentmindedly to his words.

Within the blink of an eye, the two youngest have disappeared, leaving you standing in Seonghwa’s arms. Only, in the next moment, you’re stepping out of his grip, practically chanting the word ‘dragons’ over and over again as you begin to waddle excitedly out of the kitchen.

“Dragons, dragons, dragons!” You giggle lowly. “Jacket first, then dragons, dragons, dragons.”

Following you with a loving gaze, Seonghwa cannot help but get caught up in your excitement. The way you seem to be lost in your own little world due to the emotions swirling within you for the moment has a chuckle escaping him. At least it gives him enough time to grab his own jacket, fixing his hair slightly in the process.

Two minutes later, and you’re standing in the foyer with all three of them, wiggling in your spot as anticipation claws at your chest.

“We’re glad to see you so excited, Gorgeous,” Wooyoung grins widely, going to step in beside you until the eldest beats him to it. Then, a small pout is forming on the younger’s lips, cussing out the pink haired male for ruining what would have been a tender moment shared with you.

Oh, cry me a river. Seonghwa nearly rolls his eyes. You two intruded on our day together.

Last I checked, brother, you hadn’t made any plans with her. Jongho is the one to retort, eyes narrowing at the eldest across from him.

Doesn’t mean you can just tag along. Seonghwa shoots a pointed look back, wrapping his arm around your waist in the next second.

This time when they transport you, you don’t even stumble. A fact which has a small pride swelling in your chest for the moment as you take in your surroundings.

Large trees surround you on either side, foliage covering nearly every free inch that you can see in every direction. The scent of the deep woods invades your nostrils, and you notice how damp it is. The soft sound of rain hitting leaves reaches your ears.

“Come on, it’s a little further up,” Seonghwa’s touch is gentle as he places his hand on your lower back to help guide you through the woods.

A brief silence settles over the four of you as you travel through the trees, the only sound being that of the rain surrounding you. A few drops hit you every now and then, but you don’t even flinch, too giddy for the moment to even notice.

“So, how long have you known these dragons?” You inquire after a few minutes, your curiosity getting the better of you.

“Quite a few centuries, at the very least,” Jongho replies, offering you his hand as you climb over a fallen log. “Though, we’ve known Wyno the longest.”

“She’s what you would consider the leader of all dragons. The alpha, if you will.” Wooyoung explains, a small smile on his face as he sees your eyes light up.

“Oh, she sounds delightful!” You grin. “We love to see powerful women in positions of power. I bet she’s a total badass, too.”

They all chuckle fondly at your words, noting the edge of the mountain getting closer and closer.

“What kind of dragon is she?” Your voice holds nothing but curiosity as you break the tree line, the rain dripping freely onto your head now.

“You’ll see.” Seonghwa grins, a playful wink being sent your way as he walks up to the side of the mountain.

You blink. “Where…?

At the way Seonghwa points upwards, your mouth is parting in shocked understanding.

“You weren’t kidding when you said it was ‘up’ ahead,” you observe, noting the little cliff face that juts out about two hundred metres up the side of the mountain, the tips of the trees just barely reaching the opening.

“This is an ancient forest, with old magic, so we can’t just teleport directly in their front door,” Wooyoung tells you, watching how you nod in understanding. “But we can transport outside of it.”

In the next second, he’s wrapped his arm around your waist, and you find yourself standing on that little cliff face, looking out at the surrounding view. 

A gasp escapes your lips, your breath being stolen right from your lungs as you take in the sight before you. There’s some mist hanging over the surrounding mountains, and lingering on the tops of some of the trees. You can see the faint outlines of water droplets from the rain trickling down and hitting the leaves. A gentle breeze drifts through.

“Wooyoung, you little shit,” Jongho hisses as soon as he’s appearing beside you.

“What? I had to act before one of you did,” Wooyoung giggles, and you find yourself shaking your head in amusement as the two youngest continue to bicker back and forth.

“So, did we just take the scenic route, or…?” You lean slightly towards Seonghwa as he steps in beside you once more.

“Yes, and no,” he chuckles. “Yes, we could have just as easily transported here at first, but that wouldn’t be very considerate of us. Walking to the base gave them time to let them know we were coming.”

“Ah, I see,” you nod in understanding. “So, which one of you almost got their head bit off for simply teleporting here unannounced?”

A deep chuckle sounds from behind you. “I like this one, she’s perceptive.”

Turning around, you are greeted by the most beautiful looking woman you have ever seen in your life. 

Her dark skin glistens beneath the faint water droplets that cling to her form, sliding down like wisps of shadows which stretch on behind her, and lead back into the cave. Around her shoulders is a silk robe of vibrant colours, the patterns contrasting against the darkness of the cave behind her as the tassel loosely holds it closed.

Your breath hitches in your throat, and she smiles, revealing two sets of razor sharp teeth. A forked tongue darts out to scent the air in the next second, her golden eyes zeroing in on you as her pupils narrow into slits.

“You reek of Yunho,” she comments. “And blood.”

You quirk a brow, straightening ever so slightly beneath her scrutinizing gaze.

“If I didn’t, I’d be concerned,” you retort, the faintest of grins pulling at your lips.

Her eyes seem to scan every inch of your bare skin, and you note how her irises seem to trace swirl like patterns over your exposed collarbones. Understanding crosses her features, as she nods once slowly.

“I see you’ve finally found her, then,” she observes, golden eyes briefly darting to the three males around you. You blink in mild confusion before her gaze is piercing your own once more. “She may only be human right now, but she’ll make a fitting Queen.”

An intense heat blooms in your cheeks as you take in her words.

“Thank you,” you bow to her. “Uh, I beg your pardon, Your Greatness- Most Beautiful, uh, Miss Alpha, I mean, I’m assuming you’re the Alpha. Though, I supposed I shouldn’t assume, that’s rude of me-“

“My Child,” she chuckles, figure suddenly in front of you as she places her hands on the side of your arms to calm you down. “Take a breath. You are okay.”

You do exactly as she says, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t mean to be shallow or too forward, I was just distracted by your beauty,” you seem to finally be able to find the words to speak, introducing yourself in the next moment. “I am honoured to meet you.”

“I could feel the excitement pouring off of you since you arrived,” she smiles, and you believe the expression actually makes her glow. “I know none of these idiots told you much about us. Do not fear.”

“To be quite fair, they didn’t tell me that you could appear in a human form, either.” You admit, shifting your gaze pointedly at the closest male, who just so happens to be Wooyoung.

He simply raises his hands in his own defence, palms upwards and facing you.

“I’m one of the few left among us whom can do so. The other have long since been hunted to death.” She explains.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” your brows droop slightly, not even being able to begin imagining what that must be like. To watch your friends die around you, and being hunted at the same time. Though, you suppose that might be something you’ll have to get used to, especially if you are to live a life with them.

“Your sympathy is much appreciated,” she replies. “You are very genuine with your emotions.”

“Oh, thank you,” again, that familiar heat rises to your cheeks.

“I know they’ve mentioned my name, but I would like to properly introduce myself. I am Wyno, the Alpha of the remaining dragons. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” she bows to you, her eyelids fluttering closed for a brief moment.

“The pleasure is all mine,” you mirror her bow. “Truly, I am honoured to meet you.”

Standing back to her full height, Wyno smiles at you. In the next moment, she’s darting her gaze to the three males around you once more.

“Yes, I very much indeed like this one a lot more than the last,” Wyno nods. “Come, we have much to discuss.”

Without another word, or waiting for a reply for that matter, she turns quickly on her heels. The trails of her robe billow out behind her as she walks back into the cave, the interior suddenly illuminated by dozens of torches. Iridescent eyes stare out at you from every angle.

The giddy smile that pulls onto your features as your eyes trail after her is like nothing the three males have ever seen before. That is, until you’re turning your gaze to meet theirs.

Before any of them can react, you’ve elbowed Seonghwa in the ribs, kicked Jongho in the shin, and smacked Wooyoung on the arm. All lightly, of course.

“Next time, warn me when there’s going to be a drop dead, stunningly pretty lady dragon meeting us in person,” your eyes are sharp as you look between all three of them pointedly. Taking a step towards the cave, you mutter under your breath, “my word, is she ever gorgeous.”

Each male tenderly rubs over the spot you’ve just hit them in before following close behind with loving smiles on their faces. A few chuckles escape them as they see you taking in every detail of the cave with wonder in your eyes. You’ve already passed a few of the smaller dragons, that awe filled gaze causing some heads to turn as you pass by.

You don’t get very far into the cave before you’re stopping, noticing Wyno standing beside a sleeping wyvern. Well, a wyvern who pretends to be sleeping as it peeks a scarlet eye open at you from beneath a turquoise wing.

“There are very few who are ever invited inside a dragon’s cave,” she begins. “Fewer still who leave alive.”

The three males take a closer step in beside you, surrounding you on all sides as snarls tug at their lips.

“Oh, will you three relax, she’s not threatening me,” you place a hand onto Seonghwa’s shoulder seeing as he’s the closest to you. “I’m assuming if she wanted me dead, I would be by now.”

“Again,” she grins. “Perceptive.”

You turn to meet her gaze, bowing once more. “I understand the importance of you granting me access into your home, and I am honoured to have entered.”

“Like I said,” Wyno nods approvingly. “She’ll make an excellent Queen. She’s levelheaded, and can put you all in your place if need be.”

“You have always had a way with words, Wyno,” Jongho smiles, a chuckle falling from his lips.

“When have you ever known me to be dishonest?” She replies with a hum. “Have you not seen how her aura shines when with you? Or have you not bothered to check?”

“My aura?” Your brow furrows slightly, noticing how both Jongho’s and Wooyoung’s eyes flash gold, pupils narrowing into slits.

You just know they’ve shifted their eyes into those of a dragon’s for the moment.

The way their breaths hitch has you blinking in confusion once more.

“She’s right,” Wooyoung breathes, blinking once as his eyes shift back to normal.

“One reason we are hunted, My Child, is for our eyes,” Wyno explains. “Dragon’s eyes are some of the most powerful in all of the realms. We are able to read people from a glance, determining their aura’s and how they affect those around them. Another reason why I like you so much. You do not have that same dishonesty about you as the last one did. Your aura is bright. Strong. As are you.”

You smile bashfully, tapping your one foot on the ground. “Thank you, Miss Wyno.”

“My Child, you do not need to address me with a title,” she meets your gaze with a kind smile. “You have already proven yourself before you even opened your mouth.”

Your eyes shine with a deep gratitude, and she nods her understanding, even as you thank her once more.

Only, you hear the three of them growl in the next moment.

“Wyno, would you please kindly tell Boris to fuck off.” Jongho practically snarls, narrowed eyes glaring at the turquoise wyvern who’s tail swishes languidly beside Wyno’s feet.

“He may be trying to flirt, but I do not think it’s going to work out all that well for him,” Wyno laughs, patting the wyvern on top of his head, only for him to let out an exasperated puff of air in response.

“What, you guys never been hit on by a dragon before, or something?” You giggle.

“We aren’t the one he’s trying to flirt with, Beautiful,” Wooyoung’s words are a bit sharper than normal as he crosses his arms in front of his chest.

Wyno laughs again as realization crosses your features.

“Oh, well, I’m flattered, Boris,” you grin, noticing how the wyvern’s red eyes are on you once more, “but I’m very happy with my eight Kings for the moment.”

Three pleased growl are heard from behind you, seemingly echoing throughout the cave. That is, until you hear screeching coming from deeper within.

“Oh, you boys have really done it now,” Wyno tuts teasingly, shaking her head.

In the next moment, you feel yourself get tackled to the ground, a small weight bouncing excitedly against your chest as something slithers around your right leg, and another around your left arm.

“You’ve woken the babies,” Wyno chuckles.

Sure enough, you see a little dark blue dragon hopping up and down on your chest. Soft, high pitched whines escape its mouth as it wiggles on top of you. Looking to your left, you see a green amphiptere curling it’s tail around your arm as it gazes at you curiously. On your leg, you tilt your head just in time to see an albino wyrm resting comfortable against your thigh. All three seem to be humming in content.

“Well, hello there to you all, too,” you giggle, a large grin pulling at your features as the dark blue dragon trots around slightly on your chest, spinning in a circle eagerly before staring deeply into your eyes. “May I offer a friendly head pat to each of you?”

Wyno chuckles as all three of them let out small screeches of excitement. “They would love that.”

“Wonderful!” You smile, already reaching over to offer the dark blue one the first of your head pats. Slowly, you manage to reach across and pat the green amphiptere on the head before sitting up slightly and patting the albino wyrm on the head affectionately.

“They like you,” Wyno observes.

“Well, I like them, too,” you reply, smiling at the three little ones still clinging onto you.

“Normally, the babies don’t like anyone new,” she shoots you a knowing look.

Your eyebrows raise in realization as you look back at the three small dragons happily crawling all over your lap as you sit up. “I am so happy you three like me. Do I pass the inspection? Do I get your approval?”

All three shriek at once, and a laugh is falling from Wyno’s lips once more.

“If that wasn’t clear, it was a resounding ‘yes’,” she hums, looking on fondly at the scene before her.

In the blink of an eye, the dark blue dragon has hopped onto your head, perching there like a cat as you go to stand.

“The one on your head is Xiron,” Wyno tells you, and you can practically feel how he spreads his wings and puffs out his chest in pride as she says this. “The one crawling up your leg is Monty.” A whine is heard. “Excuse me. He prefers Mon.”

You chuckle.

Gracefully, the amphiptere circles around you once before landing on your shoulder.

“The one now perched on your shoulder is Yerra.” Wyno smiles, noticing how the small female wiggles slightly in her new spot.

“Pleasure to meet all of you,” you smile, doing your best to look at all of them. “Mon, would you like to rest around my other arm and on my shoulder?”

At the excited wiggle he gives you, you chuckle.

“Alright, you two,” you slightly nudge Yerra on your shoulder, and Xiron on your head. “Hold on tight.”

Bending down slightly, you allow Mon to slither his way up your body and wrap himself around your arm. His razor sharp teeth do not phase you at all as his mouth comes to rest right beside your head, nuzzling your cheek affectionately with his own.

“This is incredible,” Wyno states, a look of incredulous disbelief painting her features. “They hardly listen to anyone, but they seem so attentive to you.”

“I am so happy right now,” you wiggle in your spot lightly, the dragons cooing along with you.

Little do you register the fond looks the three males are giving you right now as you completely immerse yourself in playing with the three babies.

“We are happy to have you,” Wyno says, and your heart swells with warmth in your chest. “Mon is especially glad you haven’t shied away from him. Most people do. Even those who are aware. Wyrm’s are not the most popular amongst us.”

“That’s a damn shame,” your brow furrows, turning your head to stare at the side of Mon’s head. “I’ve always loved dragons since I was small, and to learn that you’re all actually real is just mind boggling for me. I think you’re all incredible. I always have.”

Just then, the whole mountain trembles, and your heart leaps into your throat.

“Oh, will you knock it off, we have guests!” Wyno turns her gaze to her left, and you notice a giant scaled head peeking into the room through a natural crack in the wall. “I must apologize for Orthon’s mountain rattling. He enjoys scaring people.”

A puff of smoke escapes the large dragon’s nostrils, and you take the time to admire his vibrant amber scales which glimmer in the firelight.

You hear the three little dragons around you hiss at the older one, who just huffs out another puff of smoke in response.

“Yeah, you tell him!” You chuckle, hearing the three of them hum in content at your words. Just then, you feel Mon shiver against your arm. “Oh, what’s the matter Mon? Are you cold.”

A small screech greets your ears.

“Unfortunately, Mon is a little behind on his growth compared to the others, so his skin is more perceptive to certain temperatures. The dampness from the rain must be affecting him.” Wyno explains, seeing you nod your head along with her words in the next second.

“Would it be weird if I offered my jacket?” You ask, looking between Mon and Wyno.

“Not at all,” she smiles at you, eyes crinkling at the sides. At the way Mon wiggles excitedly you can tell he also likes the idea.

“You’ve never offered us your jacket when we’re cold,” Wooyoung pouts, crossing his arms over his chest.

“When have you ever said that you’ve been cold around me?” You snort, gently helping Mon crawl off of you for the moment as Xiron and Yerra fly around your head. “Besides, I didn’t realize you guys could get cold.”

“It’s rare, but it does happen,” Jongho adds.

“Well then, next time I’ll offer you my sweater or something,” you chuckle, shaking your head while playfully rolling your eyes. “I swear, you’re bigger babies than these ones.”

At the way Yerra and Xiron fly overtop of the three male’s heads, you can just tell they’re poking fun at them. Especially at the way annoyance flashes across Seonghwa’s features.

“Alright Mon, would you like to experience what being wrapped up like a human baby feels like?” You ask, watching as the shivering wyrm nods, almost excitedly. “Excellent!”

After shrugging off your jacket, you crouch down beside him. Each step of the way, you gently tell him what you’re about to do so he doesn’t get startled when you touch him. Not even a minute later, you have the wyrm wrapped up in your jacket, holding him in your arms like a baby.

“Oh, aren’t you two just precious,” Wyno coos, walking over to you and brushing her hand delicately over the top of Mon’s head. “I’m sure his parents would like to meet you.”

“Wow, meeting the parents already?” You quirk a brow, shooting a teasing look at the three males standing off to the side with their arms crossed. “I think you guys have some competition.”

Mon absolutely screeches happily in your arms, wiggling in your grasp as Wyno lets out a boisterous laugh. Out of the corner of your eyes, you notice Boris huff, turning away from you pointedly.

“Oh, somebody’s jealous,” you motion to the wyvern with your head, who appears to be sulking now as he faces the wall.

“Jealous old coot,” Wyno chuckles, patting his head affectionately as she walks past. “Please, follow me. His parents should be returning any minute now.”

“This is honestly one of the best days of my life,” you say, following close behind Wyno as the other three fall into step beside you. You spare a glance towards all three of them. “Thank you.”

“We’re just glad you’re enjoying yourself, Gorgeous,” Wooyoung is the first to respond, soft smiles tugging at all of their lips.

A moment of silence passes over all of you as you reach the front of the cave. Both Yerra and Xiron land on your shoulders, nuzzling against you affectionately as you see two giant albino wyrms slither into the cave from outside.

A screech greets your ears as they stand to their full heights, both towering over you as you stop in front of them.

“Any news to report?” Wyno asks them, listening intently to the hissing each wyrm responds with. “I see. We’ll deal with that in due time. For now, why don’t you meet your son’s new best friend.”

With that, she motions over her shoulder to you, clicking her tongue just as Mon does the same, letting out a small screech in the next moment. You blink as both wyrms seemingly turn to face you, their rings of teeth shining in the faint light you can now see trickling in from the cave’s mouth.

“Hello,” you greet, somewhat shyly. “Your son is absolutely lovely, and I’m honoured to meet both him, and you.”

You can just tell that the hums they release are affectionate, pleased screeches following soon after.

Mon begins wiggling in your grasp.

“Alright, Mon, I’ll put you down so you can see your parents,” you giggle, unwrapping him carefully so you can place him back onto the ground.

You watch as he slithers over to his parents, both Yerra and Xiron flying alongside him.

A smile stretches across your features as you see Mon tenderly rub up against his parents before the three of them are making their way deeper into the cave. You can feel your heart swelling with warmth once more in your chest, eyes shining as you observe the scene before you.

A brief silence passes over all of you. That is, until Wyno is breaking it once more.

“I have some more serious matters to discuss with you now,” she begins, and immediately, all of your eyes are on her. “Perhaps it is not but fate that brought you here today.”

“Is this something you would like us to bring to the council’s attention tonight?” Seonghwa’s demeanour changes almost instantly, and you can see how he stand a little straighter.

“It would be best not to keep it silent,” Wyno nods. “The last one I met decided to pay us a visit the other day, and she wasn’t alone.”

Their eyes all flash black, snarls on their lips.

“Miyeon,” Jongho hisses out, teeth bared as he growls.

“Ah, yes, that was her name, wasn’t it?” Wyno hums. “Her aura has darkened, even more so than before. She is a danger to us all.”

“That, we already know,” Wooyoung huffs, crossing his arms over his chest.

“The male she was with was even worse,” Wyno comments. “Aura as black as night, and intentions even darker. He carried nothing but a red bow with silver tipped arrows. A scar ran over his left eye, starting from the middle of his forehead all to way down his cheek.”

“Who was he?” Seonghwa takes a small step forward, almost protectively, towards you.

“I do not know his name, for he let the girl do all the talking,” Wyno continues. “And she had a lot of nothing to say.”

“What did she want?” Wooyoung asks, and you notice Wyno shoot him a pointed look.

“Let her finish, Woo,” you reach out to place a hand onto his arm which helps to calm him slightly.

Wyno gives you a simple nod in thanks before she’s speaking once more.

“This girl propositioned us with an alliance,” she meets each of their gazes. “An alliance to destroy all of you.”

Your breath hitches in your throat. This is all because of you.

The three males stiffen around you, subtly shifting closer to your body.

“What did you do with her offer?” Jongho’s voice is low, the hint of a threat lingering beneath his words.

“Do you think me a fool that I would accept such filth walking into my house, threatening my young, against people who have aligned with me for over eight centuries?” Her voice booms, eyes lighting with a newfound fire as the cave roars with movement behind you.

You move beside Jongho, placing a gentle hand onto his shoulder and noticing how he visibly relaxes beneath your touch.

“We meant no offence, Wyno, and I apologize if these men have caused you such,” you meet her gaze, noticing how she calms slightly at your words. “Just as I am sure you are very protective over your family and loved ones, they are just as protective over me. Miyeon wants to destroy me because she’s deluded herself into thinking she owns their love. Their power.”

Wyno takes a moment to study your features, eyes lingering around your head.

The corner of her lips quirks upwards. “At least one of you can see reason before reacting on instinct.”

“You denied her then.” Seonghwa states, rather firmly.

“Without question,” Wyno turns to face him. “I do not wish to get involved in whatever it is your realm has going on unless I absolutely have to. Too many of my kin sacrificed themselves in the last war you had us fight in alongside you. I am not willing to risk that again right now.”

You feel your heart go out to her for the moment as she says this, even if you have yet to learn the context. You can tell the burden still weighs heavily on both her heart and shoulders. You can see it in the way her eyes shine with the ghost of her past.

“I have no idea how she was able to find our home, given you never brought her here. Though, given the reek of the man she was with, I have no doubt he was able to track us.” She continues. “She also didn’t take too kindly to me outright laughing in her face, and sending her off with an answer she did not want to hear.”

Your brow furrows in worry as your gaze drifts past Wyno’s head for the moment.

You blink. Looks like the rain has stopped.

“You said she wanted your alliance to help destroy us?” Seonghwa inquires, features pulling into a frown as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“She boasted about an army she supposedly has. Said she wanted to ‘create a new world.’ A world where she could finally take her rightful place over the dirt - the scum of the earth.” Wyno recalls, mirroring Seonghwa’s stance as she crosses her own arms over her chest.

Three pointed snarls echo throughout the cave, ringing in your ears.

You blink again, and that’s when you notice something odd about the forest just beyond the cave. It’s quiet. Too quiet.

“How the hell could Miyeon have an army that would willingly follow her?” Wooyoung scoffs in pure disbelief.

“Perhaps it belongs to the man she was with.” Jongho voices, hand coming up to cup his chin in thought.

“He did not seem of this realm, but I am sure of one thing,” Wyno responds. “They were bonded somehow, and it was clear he was devoted to her.”

A flash of red in the trees draws your attention, and you find yourself stepping the slightest bit forward to get a closer look.

The entire forest goes still.

Instantly, your eyes are widening as your hand darts out to catch a silver arrow pointed directly at your face, angled right at your forehead. You can hear all of their breaths hitch around you, a screech of terror coming from the opening of the cave as Yerra flies back inside, crying loudly.

The arrow held in your grip begins to burn your skin, and you toss it aside as a second one comes flying in. This time, you aren’t fast enough to catch it, feeling a dull thunk in your ear as it sinks into your left shoulder.

Without a second thought, you rip it out of your body, tossing it beside the other one as your eyes burn with a fury unlike ever before. A pain begins to seep into your veins, radiating from your shoulder throughout your body. You choose to ignore it for now in favour of turning to look back out of the cave’s mouth to see a flurry of arrows raining down towards you.

Without thinking, you wrap an arm around Wyno and pull her to the ground with you, your body half shielding her own.

The sound of the arrows hitting the ground is unlike anything that you’ve heard before, and you feel your entire body start to tremble as your adrenaline begins to pump through your veins.

You go to lift your head, needing to check if everyone is okay. Only, before you can so much as move, three earth shattering roars are shaking the entire mountain.

“Stay here,” someone hisses above you, but you hardly even register the words for the moment as your head spins.

Immediately, the three males are springing into action. Seonghwa summons a blade, while Jongho summons two of his battle axes. Wooyoung immediately shifts into a dragon, running outside of the cave alongside the other few dragons that have leapt into battle alongside them.

They can’t believe they couldn’t sense anyone approaching. The rain dulled the scents around them, minds too focussed on the information being told to them by Wyno to observe that something was going on. If you hadn’t of caught that first arrow…

No. They’re not even going to think about that right now. They have more important things on their minds. Like absolutely destroying the twenty hunters that have hidden themselves around the area.

No one hurts you and gets away with it. Absolutely no one.

Lifting your head, you’re quick to apologize to Wyno, moving off of her in the next second.

“Are you alright?” You check her over for injuries, noticing her robe is a little dishevelled for the moment.

“My Child, I am fine. It is you who should worry about yourself,” her golden eyes lock in on your bleeding shoulder, nostrils flaring as she scents your open wound. A screech from deep within the cave draws her attention, and you see pure fear flash within her eyes. “Xiron is still out there.”

Your feet are moving before you have a chance to think.

Breaking from the mouth of the cave, your eyes frantically search the cliff face for Xiron. You keep to the sides, back against the wall as you scan the rocks for a little blue body.

There. Your eyes widen as you see a silver arrow sticking out of the ground, Xiron frantically trying to get free from it despite the tip pinning his wing in place. His cries of agony have you moving without a second thought.

In a few seconds, you’ve reached him, cooing softly to the dragon despite the chaos still going on around you. You can hear more arrows whistling past, but at this point, you don’t care.

Unfortunately for you, every time you go to grab the arrow to break it and free the crying dragon from it’s piercing hold, the metal burns your hands.

“It’s okay, Xiron, I’ve got you,” you sooth the dragon as best you can by gently running your bloodied hand over his head. “I’m right here, I won’t let anything else hurt you. It’ll all be over soon.”

Out of the corner of your eyes, you see an arrow flying directly towards you.

Instantly, you’ve covered the small dragon with your body, holding yourself above him for protection. You cannot stop yourself from flinching as you feel the arrow embed itself into your back. Followed by another, and then another. At the fourth one that you feel pierce your skin, you finally release a pain filled cry.

Is this the end? Is this really how you’re going to die? After experiencing one of the happiest days of your life, are you really going to fall victim to such an attack?

No. You tell yourself, gritting your teeth through the pain. It’ll take a lot more than this to kill you.

A few minutes pass by with nothing but stillness surrounding you. A deadly silence rings through your ears, but you’re not sure if that’s just death calling, or if the fight has truly stopped.

At the sound of someone falling to the ground beside you, you figure the battle has ended.

A soft call of your name has you slowly lifting your head, eyes blinking as your vision clears to see Wooyoung on his knees, hand paused halfway in reaching out to you. Tears line his eyes, falling freely as soon as you look at him.

Xiron whimpers beneath you, and without a moment’s hesitation, you’re moving off of him. Your whole body trembles as you do so, and you have no idea how you haven’t thrown up from the pain so far, but you manage to keep it together for a little while longer.

“Help him,” your voice comes out slightly strained, and you can hear two other pairs of footsteps rushing over to you. A gentle hand on your back has you turning to lock gazes with Jongho. “Don’t help me, save him.”

“Worry about your damn self for once,” Seonghwa’s tone is harsh, his eyes shining with nothing but fear as he helps you to your feet.

You cannot stop the pained cry from escaping you as you back stretches over your wounds, the arrows still firmly embedded in your skin.

Tears well in your eyes but you do whatever you can to prevent them from falling.

“Get the fuck off of me, and help him first,” your tone is the harshest it’s ever been towards the eldest, and even the other two pause in their movements to spare a glance at you.

“You are more important to me right now,” Seonghwa retorts. “I don’t care-“

“And I am deeming a child’s life more important than my own,” you spit, stumbling out of his grasp and onto your own two feet. Blood soaks into every free inch of your clothes, turning the light coloured fabric a deep red. “Do not fucking touch me again until Xiron is okay.”

Out of the corner of your vision, you see Wyno rushing over to you, blood trickling down the side of her face.

Again, Seonghwa attempts to hold you steady.

“No, Xiron-“

“Is fine, Darling,” Jongho’s voice is soft as he pops up beside Seonghwa.

“Let me-“ you cough, blood dripping onto the hand you use to cover your mouth. “Let me see him.”

Wyno holds the dragon delicately in her arms, her golden eyes shining as she looks at you. You can faintly make out a single tear trailing down her cheek as Xiron sleeps soundly, appearing fully healed for the moment.

“You protected us as if we were your own,” you can hear the strain of emotion in her voice as her voice hitches in her throat. “We are forever in your debt.”

She takes a step closer, resting her forehead against your own as you attempt not to cough up more blood onto her.

“Thank you,” a sob escapes her, another tear trailing down her cheek.

“I am glad he’s okay,” your gaze darts to Xiron held in her grip.

“Noting a long nap won’t fix,” she smiles. “Now, go. Before the poison takes hold.”

You barely get out a farewell before the familiar sight of the foyer greets your eyes. The feeling of your feet leaving the ground makes your head spin as Wooyoung lifts you carefully into his arms.

In the blink of an eye, Jongho has cleared the front desk of items, swiping his arm across the top and causing them to scatter to the floor. The sound is enough to draw the other five to the foyer, panic seizing each one to them as they take in the sight before them.

“What the fuck happened?” Hongjoong demands, voice booming throughout the room as nothing but fear courses through his veins.

Tears spring to both San’s and Mingi’s eyes as they see the four arrows still sticking out of your back as Wooyoung gently lays you on your stomach on top of the desk.

“We were ambushed,” Jongho’s voice is gruff as he responds.

“Looks like Miyeon’s found herself some allies,” Seonghwa spits through grit teeth.

Immediately, Yeosang is coming up to inspect the arrows protruding from your back. It’s the only thing he knows to do to keep it together at this very moment. Still, he cannot prevent the way his hand shakes as he gently places it onto the skin of your upper arm.

“How the hell did something like this happen?” San rounds on the three of them, a fury lighting behind the worry found in his eyes.

“It’s not their fault,” you manage to get out, coughing up more blood in the process.

“Petal, don’t strain yourself,” Yunho moves to stand in front of you, brushing his hand tenderly over your forehead as Wooyoung and Yeosang inspect your wounds. He’ll do whatever he can to help comfort you, and ease the pain for the time being.

They all need to know the type of arrows used, and what type of poison it is before both Yeosang and Wooyoung can properly start healing you, or even remove them.

“Don’t worry,” you attempt a smile, your fingers twitching at your sides as your arm slides off of the table somewhat limply. Well, there goes your attempt to shrug them off with your hand. “I’ll be fine. It’s only a scratch.”

“Are you stupid?” The eldest’s voice is harsh, and when you turn to look at him, the pure fury you see shining on his features has your breath hitching in your throat. “I fucking told you to stay put."

“When have I ever been known to listen to you?” Your attempt at a joke does not bode well with him.

“When it could mean saving your own life,” he retorts.

“I’m still alive, aren’t I?” You snap, brow furrowing. “To be fucking honest there was a lot going on, and if your little order slipped my mind I’m fucking sorry, okay?”

“Did you even use your mind when you ran out there to be used as target practice?” Seonghwa is furious, his eyes swirling with that all too familiar blackness.

“Hwa-“ Mingi attempts to step in and prevent this from going any further, but at one sharp look from the eldest, he basically gets ignored.

“No, you fucking didn’t.” Seonghwa spits, rounding on you. “You decided to run into the fucking midst of battle, knowing their target was you, to mindlessly cover a body that didn’t need your protection.”

You inhale sharply, your own eyes flashing as you angle your body towards him.

“He was a child, what did you expect me to do?” You push yourself up as much as you can, despite Yunho, Wooyoung, and Yeosang all attempting to keep you laying down. You push them off of you as you sit on the edge of the desk. “Let him die?”

“If it means you surviving!” He replies incredulously, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “I don’t need to be worrying about whether or not you’re taking damage during a fight that you had no reason entering to begin with!”

“Seonghwa,” Hongjoong warns, tone firm as his eyes narrow at the eldest.

“I wasn’t about to let a child die,” your eyes blaze as you meet his, keeping your voice low for the moment as you pull yourself to your feet. “I’ve seen the effects firsthand, and if I can prevent that from happening, I will. There is no grief greater to a parent than losing their child.”

The others can only watch on in silence for the moment, shock clear on all of their faces at the way Seonghwa’s eyes blaze.

“They’ll get over it eventually,” his voice is harsh, crossing his arms over his chest.

Your sanity snaps, eyes wild with a frenzy unlike ever before, and despite the pain, your back instantly straightens.

“Say that to my fucking sister who lost her child at only two years old. Say that to the way she was so consumed by her grief, she almost lost herself, even two years later. Say that to me, who had to watch helplessly as she slowly died inside, and couldn’t bring herself to look at another child for three fucking years because of the guilt that consumed her. Do you know how many times I found her attempting to overdose on whatever drugs she could find, just to numb the pain?”

A silence so deadly settles over the room.

“So, ex-fucking-scuse me if I want to prevent that from happening to anyone else. I felt so fucking helpless watching my sister fall apart like that. So, if I can at least prevent that from happening to someone else, I will gladly do whatever I can to protect a child. To protect the people I care about.” You seethe, a fire blazing in your orbs. “I may not be able to do much, but the least I can fucking do is that. Death doesn’t only claim one soul when it comes knocking.”

Your entire left leg begins to go numb and you fall to your knees, the first of your tears spilling onto your cheeks. Tears of which you’ve been desperately holding back despite everything.

“Don’t you dare fucking say to me that they’ll get over it eventually,” you lock gazes with him, and you notice how his breath catches in his throat. “Because I know for a fact that you wouldn’t just be able to ‘get over’ losing me.”

A sharp inhale is heard around the room from all of them.

“I’m sorry if my presence feels like a burden to you,” you direct the remark right at Seonghwa, and he physically recoils, eyes going wide as he watches more tears trailing down your cheeks. “It’s no different than I’ve felt my entire fucking life, so why should I expect you to be any different?”

A humourless laugh escapes your lips.

“I never asked for any of this,” you cough once more, leaning forward onto your hand for support as you entire body begins to go numb. “At least you won’t have to worry about me for much longer.”

You fall forward, your arms giving out beneath you as your entire body collapses to the ground. Immediately, you feel them all surround you as your vision begins to blur, void slipping as your mind drifts away.

The last thing you see is a single tear falling down Seonghwa’s face as your vision goes black.

#yandere ateez #ateez scenario #ateez imagines #yandere kpop #yandere au #kpop scenario #yandere seonghwa #yandere jongho #yandere san #yandere wooyoung #yandere hongjoong #yandere yunho #yandere mingi #yandere yeosang #yeosang scenarios #wooyoung scenario #yunho scenario #jongho scenario #seonghwa scenario #hongjoong scenario #mingi scenario #san scenario #kpop au #demon au

[pippin-katz]

I need a cast audiobook of RWRB. If no one else, then at least Taylor and Nick reading Alex and Henry. I need it in my life.

And in ACD fashion, here’s a few lists of lines/conversations from the book that I am desperate to hear them say. I want to hear them read all of the lines, but these are the ones that pop out to me!

Post Writing Note: These turned out to be way longer than I thought they were going to be 😭😂

Alex Lines:

Oh yeah, that was a wild night. Two whole keynote speakers. Nothing sexier than shrimp cocktails and an hour and a half of speeches on carbon emissions. - page 5

'Archnemesis' implies he's actually a rival to me on any level and not, you know, a stuck-up product of inbreeding who probably jerks off to photos of himself. - page 7

Jesus Christ, it’s like they can see into your soul. Cornbread knows my sins, Henry. Cornbread knows what I have done, and he is here to make me atone. - page 77

I always thought you’d kill me in a more personal way. Silk pillow over my face, slow and gentle suffocation. Just you and me. Sensual. - page 80

Shut up, shut all the way up, oh my God. - page 131

For fuck's sake, man, you just had my dick in your mouth, you can kiss me good-night. - page 145

What in the rich-white-people-sex-dungeon hell? - page 149

Bisexuality is truly a rich and complex tapestry. - page 194

Listen: I'll fly to London right now and pull you out of whatever pointless meeting you're in and make you admit how much you love it when I call you "baby". I'll take you apart with my teeth, sweetheart. - page 204

You don't get to sit up here and pretend like it's someone else's problem. None of us do. - page 209

i want to see a cage match between your grandmother and this fucking ghoul running against my mom. - page 221

I do think I got a gut feeling with you, I just didn't have what I needed in my head to understand it. But I kind of kept chasing it anyway, like I was just going blindly in a certain direction and hoping for the best. I guess that makes you the North Star? - page 244

Henry! Your Royal fucking Highness! - page 269

Really nice. Fuckin' ghost me for a week, make me stand in the rain like a brown John Cusack, and now you won't even talk to me. I'm really just having a great time here. I can see why y'all had to marry your fucking cousins. - page 270

I fucking love you, okay? Fuck, I swear. You don't make it fucking easy. But I'm in love with you. - page 271

I'll leave, as soon as you tell me to leave. - page 275

Okay, I'm into making history. - page 280

I completely fucking love you. - page 291

I'm there for whatever you decide you want to do, just, like, let me know if I need to start practicing gazing wistfully out the window, waiting for my love to return from the war. - page 296

AN INCOMPLETE LIST: THINGS I LOVE ABOUT HRH PRINCE HENRY OF WALES Note: just the entire list, I need it, but I'll point out some of the best ones anyway lol

9. How hard you try. 10. How hard you've always tried. 11. How determined you are to keep trying. - page 303

16. Your huge, generous, ridiculous, indestructible heart. 17. Your equally huge dick. 18. The face you just made when you read that last one. - page 303

20. The fact that you loved me all along. - page 303

God, I want to fight everyone who's ever hurt you, but it was me too, wasn't it? All that time. I'm so sorry. - page 303

Listen, I'm telling you right now, I will physically fight your grandmother myself if I have to, okay? And, like, she's old. I know I can take her. - page 312

You and me and history, remember? We're just gonna fucking fight. Because you're it, okay? I'm never gonna love anybody in the world like I love you. - page 312

Sería una mentira, porque no sería él. (It would be a lie, because it wouldn't be him.) - page 317

but i've kissed your mouth, that corner, that place it goes, so many times now. i've memorized it. topography on the map of you, a world i'm still charting. i know it. i added it to the key. here: inches to miles. i can multiply it out, read your latitude and longitude. recite your coordinates like la rosaria. - page 319

give yourself away sometimes, sweetheart. there's so much of you. - page 320

Zahra, you're my mean friend. - page 339

I've never... I haven't been through anything like that. But I've always felt it, in him. There's this side of him that's... unknowable. But the thing is, jumping off cliffs is kinda my thing. That's the choice. I love him, with all that, because of all that. On purpose. I love him on purpose. - page 344

For what it's worth, that is the bravest son of a bitch I've ever met. - page 347

My life is a cosmic joke and you're not a real person. - page 371

You are, the absolute worst idea I've ever had. - page 372

FIRST SON ALEXANDER CLAREMONT-DIAZ'S ADDRESS FROM THE WHITE HOUSE, OCTOBER 2, 2020 - pages 372-375 Note: just, the entire speech, the whole thing

America: He is my choice. - page 374

Henry Lines:

Hmm, I always liked Luke. He's brave and good, and he's the strongest Jedi of them all. I think Luke is proof that it doesn't matter where you come from or who your family is--you can always be great if you're true to yourself. - page 45

The turkeys are not going to Jurassic Park you. You’re not the bloke from Seinfeld. You’re Jeff Goldblum. Go to sleep. - page 82

You are the thistle in the tender and sensitive arse crack of my life. - page 73

fucking eyelashes - page 142

I shall just have to make it the best orgasm of your life. What can I do to make it good for you? Talk about American tax reform during the act? Have you got talking points? - page 196

How is a man to get anything done knowing Alex Claremont-Diaz is out there on the loose? - pages 202-203

They wanted something less fruity than the truth, but truly, what is gayer than a woman who languishes away in a crumbling mansion wearing her wedding gown every day of her life, for the drama? - page 205

Someone else's choice doesn't change who you are. - page 229

Most things are awful most of the time, but you're good. - page 230

The phrase "see attached bibliography" is the single sexiest thing you have ever written to me. - page 241

Should I tell you that when we're apart, your body comes back to me in dreams? That when I sleep, I see you, the dip of your waist, the freckle above your hip, and when I wake up in the morning, it feels like I've been with you, the phantom touch of your hand on the back of my neck fresh and not imagined? That I can feel your skin against mine, and it makes every bone in my body ache? That, for a few moments, I can hold my breath and be back there with you, in a dream, in a thousand rooms, nowhere at all? - page 242 Note: based on the parts of this we did get to hear Nick say in the film, I think this would kill half the fandom lol

When have I ever, since the first instant I touched you, pretended to be anything less than in love with you? - page 272

I never thought I'd be stood here faced with a choice I can't make, because I never... I never imagined you would love me back. - page 273

The Mail will write mad speculations about where I've gone, if I've offed myself or vanished to St. Kilda, but only you and I will know that I'm just sprawled in your bed, reading books and feeding myself profiteroles and making love to you endlessly until we both expire in a haze of chocolate sauce. It's how I'd want to go. - page 294

Here lies Prince Henry of Wales. He died as he lived: avoiding plans and sucking cock. - page 298

"Because I'm not like the rest of the men of this family, beginning with the fact that I am very deeply gay, Philip." - page 298

But the first time I saw you. Rio. I took that down to the gardens. I pressed it into the leaves of a silver maple and recited it to the Waterloo Vase. It didn't fit in any rooms. - page 300

I thought, this is the most incredible thing I have ever seen, and I had better keep it a safe distance away from me. I though, if someone like that ever loved me, it would set me on fire. - page 300

And then, inexplicably, you had the absolute audacity to love me back. - page 300 Note: I really wanted to just type out most of the page, but I restrained myself lmfao

I don't know if I would have chosen it yet, but it's out there now, and... I won't lie. Not about this. Not about you. - page 338

Bit short for a stormtrooper. - page 340

I've bloody well had it. I've sat about long enough letting you and Gran and the weight of the damned world keep me pinned, and I'm finished. I don't care. You can take your legacy and your decorum and you can shove it up your fucking arse, Philip. I'm done. - page 347

I've been as gay as a maypole since the day I came out of Mum, Philip. - page 353 Note: there's never too many times to hear the words "gay as a maypole" and the emotional infliction here is lot different lol

Both:

Am I offending you? Sorry I'm not obsessed with you like everyone else. I know that must be confusing for you. Do you know what? I think you are. Only a thought. Have you ever noticed I have never once approached you and have been exhaustingly civil every time we've spoken? Yet here you are, seeking me out again. Simply an observation. - page 18

This is idiotic. Let's get it over with. I'd rather be waterboarded. Your country could probably arrange that. Go fuck yourself. Hardly enough time. - pages 36-37 Note: yes, I know Nick read this part in his book-to-screen video thingy but it's not the same as having them both saying the lines fully in character.

What does Jedi have? Fuckin' Ewoks. Ewoks are iconic. Ewoks are stupid. - page 52

yo there's a bond marathon on and did you know your dad was a total babe I BEG YOU TO NOT - page 84

I'm going to die. I'm going to kill you. Yes, you are. - page 133

You were jealous. You want me. Yes, you preening arse, I've wanted you long enough that I won't have you tease me for another fucking second. - page 137

Hi. Hello. I'm gonna take your pants off now. Yes, good, carry on. - page 141

Ugh, you look ridiculous. Should I-- What? No, of course not, keep them on. Oh my God, what are you doing? I can't even look at you. No, Jesus, I just mean--I'm so mad at you. Just, come here. Fuck. I'm quite confused. Me fucking too. - page 150

I'm not... historically great at talking about things. Well, I wasn't historically great at blowjobs, but we all gotta learn and grow, sweetheart. - page 165

Bitch, you took me there. alskdjfadslfjad NORA YOU BROKE HIM - page 212

D'you know what I want? What? I want, to do the absolute last thing I'm supposed to be doing right now. Then tell me to do it, sweetheart. Fuck me. Well, when at Wimbledon. Just so we're clear, I'm about to have sex with you in this storage closet to spite your family. Like, that's what's happening? Right. Awesome, fucking' love doing things out of spite. - page 217 Note: I think this conversation could singlehandedly kill the fandom if we got to hear Taylor and Nick deliver these lines

Can't you ever just do one thing without having to be so goddamn extra about it? That is bloody rich coming from you. - pages 260-261

What do you want? I want you- Then fucking have me. -but I don't want this. - page 273

You seem... less pissy. You're one to talk. I wasn't the one who stormed the palace in a fit to call me an 'obtuse fucking asshole'. In my defense, you were an obtuse fucking asshole. - page 277

I honestly have never thought I deserved to choose. But you treat me like I do. You do. I think I'm actually starting to believe that. - page 279

What about you? What about me? Christ, Alex. The whole bloody time. The whole time? Since the Olympics. The Olympics? But that's, that's like- Yes, Alex, the day we met, nothing gets past you, does it? 'What about you,' he says, as if he doesn't know- Shut your mouth. - page 283-284

Hello, what was that for? I just, like, really love you. - page 286

What are you doing? I'm taking a picture of a national gay landmark. And also a statue. It's funny. I always thought of the whole things as the most unforgivable thing about me, but you act like it's one of the best. Oh, yeah. The top list of reason to love you goes brain, then dick, then imminent status as a revolutionary gay icon. You are quite literally Queen Victoria's worst nightmare. And that's why you love me. My god, you're right. All this time, I was just after the bloke who'd most infuriate my homophobic forebears. Ah, and we can't forget they were also racist. Certainly not. Next time we shall visit some of the George III pieces and see if they burst into flame. - page 289

If Alex from this time last year could see this. He'd say, 'Oh I'm in love with Henry? That must be why I'm such an arse to him all the time'. - page 387

#red white and royal blue #rwrb #rwrb movie #rwrb book #alex claremont diaz #taylor zakhar perez #henry fox mountchristen windsor #henry hanover stuart fox #nicholas galitzine #firstprince #history huh #bet we could make some

[tip-top-cloud-surfer]

The Love Game - Hangman and ?

Pairing: Hangman / Fem! Reader (Glitch) (Unrequited); Hangman / OC (Haley); Fem!Reader (Glitch) / Mystery Dagger

Word Count: 3.5k

This work, all my works, and my entire blog are 18+ Only

Warnings: Unrequited Love; Angst; Emotional Angst; One-Sided Relationship; ‘He’s in Love with Someone Else’ Trope; Female Reader with a Callsign (Glitch), No Y/N, No Physical Description, Third Person POV; No Physical Description of any OCs

Summary: Glitch has been in love with Hangman for years but he’s getting married to another woman.

Master List

“I’m getting married.”

Glitch froze in her seat, staring at Hangman with wide eyes. When Hangman said that he wanted to take them out for drinks for some special announcement, she assumed that he got a promotion or something like that. Marriage? Hangman was getting married?

Beside Glitch, Coyote was similarly shocked, but he seemed to snap out of his stupor first.

“Congrats, man,” Coyote stated, clapping Hangman on the shoulder. “We’re so happy for you.”

Coyote smiled, though he was shooting worried glances out of the corner of his eye in Glitch’s direction. Why? Because Coyote knew that Glitch may or may not have been slightly—read: heavily—in love with Hangman. When Glitch didn’t speak, Coyote moved to fill the silence again.

“So, how did you propose?”

“I did it on the beach. In front of the sunset. There was a whole bunch of people mingling around and she, of course, said yes, and they all started clapping and everything,” Hangman explained proudly, his usual proud disposition shining through. “And hell, she gave me one hell of a kiss out there.”

“You’re getting married?” Glitch asked Hangman quietly, like she was stuck in the past five minutes.

“Yeah, Glitch, I’m getting married,” Hangman laughed, nudging her with his elbow. Noting the lack of color on Glitch’s face, Hangman leaned over a little bit more towards her with a suddenly serious expression. “You alright?”

“Yeah, I think I just . . . ate too much dairy this morning,” Glitch lied pathetically, trying to compose herself. Shifting in her seat, she turned back to Hangman. “You’ve known her for what? Six months? And for half of that, we were all deployed. Are you really sure that this is a good idea? I mean, has she even met most of your whole family? Have you met most of hers?”

“You’re the one who told me that when you know, you know,” Jake reminded Glitch, taking a casual sip from his beer and missing her wince. “And I feel it in my heart that Haley’s the one for me. I know it’s a little fast, but we can catch up on steps later on down the line.”

“Okay,” Glitch replied softly, nodding along, and forcing a smile. “Then, I’m really happy for you, Jake.”

“I knew you’d come around,” Hangman mused, nudging Glitch in the side. “Hey, why don’t I buy us another round? And actually celebrate?”

Hangman walked off to the bar, leaving Coyote and Glitch by themselves at the table. Glitch reached for her beer that she had barely taken a sip from and slowly tipped it towards her lips. Coyote watched her with concern as she proceeded to chug the beer down to the last drop, never once slowing down. Setting the empty bottle down on the table, Glitch turned to look over at Coyote.

“Don’t feel bad for me, Javy,” she whispered, covering her mouth as a burp forced its way up. “I’m fine.”

“You sure?” Coyote asked, gesturing to her now empty beer.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. It’s not like he was mine to lose in the first place,” Glitch muttered bitterly, dropping her head again.

“Hey, I forgot to ask, but did you guys want to be in the wedding party?” Hangman asked, walking back over with three cold beers. “Coyote, you’re my first pick for best man.”

“I’d be offended if I wasn’t,” Coyote stated with a smirk and nod.

“And, Glitch, Haley was wondering if you’d be one of her bridesmaids,” Hangman offered to Glitch, who had to force a smile even though she felt like she was dying on the inside. “You know, since you’re like the only woman that I’m not related to that has managed to put up with me for so long.”

“I’d be honored,” Glitch replied, forcing another smile. “Thanks, Hangman.”

“Anytime.”

~~~~~

Glitch stayed to the back of the group as they walked around the wedding shop. Haley, Hangman’s fiancée, and two of her friends invited Glitch along to help them pick out wedding invitations and the other small details that Jake said he didn’t need to be consulted on. He even said that with Glitch there, his opinion was represented well enough be.

Glitch walked around the store, staying close enough to Haley and her friends to hear their conversation, but far enough away that she wasn’t concerned with how loud her thoughts were. A salesperson approached Haley and started asking all kinds of questions about the wedding, Jake, and everything else in between.

Glitch stopped in front of a simple invitation and picked it up. Running her finger down the thick paper and smiling to herself at the simple joke on the card that she knew Jake would love, Glitch flipped it over to read the back of the invitation.

“Do you like that one, Glitch?” Haley asked, walking over to where Glitch was standing.

“Oh, yeah, I guess.” Handing it over to Haley, Glitch fiddled nervously with her purse. “I saw the joke and thought that Jake would find it hilarious.”

“Really?” Haley questioned, not sounding at all rude, just surprised. A little more surprised than the woman who was marrying Jake in a few short months should have been, but it wasn’t Glitch’s place to notice that. “I really do like the font though. And this little part here, that’s so cute.”

“We have ribbon that matches the color scheme that you were considering,” the salesperson spoke up, walking over to them.

“Perfect! Thank you! I’ll take a hundred fifty, please,” Haley stated, handing the invitation over to the salesperson. “And thanks for the find, Glitch.”

“Of course,” Glitch breathed out, trying to keep her voice level. “Anytime.”

~~~~~

They went to pick out flowers next and Glitch tried to just stay out of the way. She didn’t want to overstep and start telling Haley what she knew that Jake would like. She was just here for additional support, and so, she would just trail behind Haley and her friends.

“Ooh, what if I added some of these to the bouquets?” Haley suggested, picking up some baby’s breath. “That would complete them perfectly!”

“That looks amazing, Haley,” one of her friends added, nodding along supportively.

“Um,” Glitch spoke up softly, causing Haley and her friends to turn around. “They look beautiful, Haley, they really do. But . . . Jake’s allergic to baby’s breath. They make him sneeze like crazy.”

“Oh, shit, you’re right,” Haley gasped, dropping the baby’s breath back into the container that she plucked it from. “Good catch, Glitch!”

“Of course,” Glitch replied quietly, folding her hands in front of her. “I think that they look beautiful with the other flowers that you picked out.”

“Yeah, let’s not overcomplicate it,” one of Haley’s friends agreed, inspecting the bouquet that they already put together.

“Great! Let’s get them ordered and grab a drink!” Haley suggested peppily, grabbing the bouquet.

Silently trailing behind Haley and her friends, Glitch studied the flowers in the pots lining the store. Stopping in front of a collection of daisies, Glitch remembered the stories that Jake would tell her about how his dad always brought his mom daisies and how the flowers were always found around the Seresin house on special occasions.

Glitch gently suggested them, but Haley and her friends went in a different direction. And that was fine. It was Haley’s wedding and Jake didn’t show up to tell her about the daisies, so Glitch would leave it be. Squatting down at bit, Glitch inspected the delicate petals of one of the daisies.

She always thought that the daises would look beautiful as part of a flower crown. Perhaps as a headpiece for a bride. Something simple and natural, but yet so beautiful and delicate that would compliment the white of her veil and dress.

“Glitch, you coming?” Haley called, breaking Glitch out of her thoughts.

“Yeah, sorry. I’ll be right there,” Glitch apologized, straightening up. And with one last glance back at the daisies, Glitch followed after Haley and her friends.

~~~~~

“Are you sure that you’re going to be alright?” Phoenix asked Glitch worriedly.

It was the rehearsal dinner before Hangman and Haley’s wedding and Phoenix and Glitch had taken up residence at the bar in the restaurant, away from the mess in the other room. No one had come looking for them yet and Glitch wasn’t going to move until someone did.

“I’m fine, Nix,” Glitch sighed, reaching for her drink. “I . . . I just . . . there’s a reason why grown adults shouldn’t get caught up in fairytales. Life isn’t a romcom.”

“Still, you’re allowed to be a little upset about it,” Phoenix stated, tapping her fingers on the bar top. “Hell, without you, there were a lot times that Hangman would have definitely fallen apart. And you’re one of about three people that he actually listens to.”

“I know,” Glitch replied softly, sipping at her drink. “Doesn’t change anything, though.”

“There you guys are,” Rooster huffed, walking over to them. “You left me to fend for myself!”

“You’re a big boy. You can handle yourself,” Phoenix mused, shaking her head at Rooster. “What? Can’t fend off two bridesmaids?”

“Not with their claws,” Rooster muttered, mocking the long nails that some of the bridesmaids got for the occasion. Shaking his head, Rooster’s expression softened as he turned to Glitch. “How’re you holding up?”

“I’m fine, okay? Would everyone stop asking me how I’m doing? The answer is fine,” Glitch groaned, dropping her head for a moment.

“Look, Hangman’s just blind,” Rooster stated, flagging down the bartender to order a beer. Turning back to Glitch, he leaned on the bar with a suggestive smirk. “But if you really want to get back at him, just call me. We can make out in the middle of the dance floor.”

“Oh, Rooster, you know just the right thing to say to make a girl feel better,” Glitch cooed sarcastically, patting him on the cheek. “But I’m all set.”

“Well, if I’m not to your taste, I’m sure that we can find someone else at this wedding who is,” Rooster stated, raising his eyebrows.

“I’m fine, Rooster. Don’t worry about me,” Glitch insisted, leaning back. “He’s getting married. That’s it. There’s nothing else to say or do about it.”  

“Except move on,” Phoenix pointed out, earning a nod from Rooster.

“Yeah,” Glitch murmured, lost in her thoughts. “It’s time to move on.”

~~~~~

“I pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride!” the officiant proclaimed loudly.

Standing at the end of the line of bridesmaids, Glitch clapped along with the crowd as Hangman and Haley shared their first kiss as a married couple. Letting out a breath, she let the tension leave her body as she watched Jake and Haley walk down the aisle hand in hand.

The rest of the guests, including most of the Daggers save for Coyote and Glitch, moved onto the reception hall for cocktail hour while the wedding party headed for the outdoor set up for photos. Glitch smiled and posed for all of the photos that she was included in, itching to leave.

It wasn’t so much that she couldn’t emotionally stand to see Jake and Haley kissing and hugging and frolicking in that newly wed bliss. But more that she was itching to step forward. To step away from it. She didn’t really belong there with Haley’s friends. And that was fine. She didn’t need to. She was there to support Jake and she did it.

Now, she wanted to move on.

“Are you okay?” Coyote whispered to Glitch as they shuffled around for another photo.

“I’m fine. Just ready to go,” Glitch replied, tugging on the fabric of her dress as it stuck to her sweaty skin. “It’s hot as hell out here.”

After a few more snaps, the extended wedding party was released. Everyone got in a file and congratulated the couple before heading off to their cars. Glitch pulled up the end of the line and moved to greet Haley, but the bride beat her to it.

“Thank you so much for being apart of this!” Haley told Glitch, pulling her in for a tight hug. “I couldn’t have done it without all your help!”

“Anytime,” Glitch assured Haley, hugging her back briefly. “Congratulations.”

Haley released Glitch and moved to talk to one of her friends, letting Glitch move onto Jake, who shot her that same look that used to make her heart flutter out of her chest. And Glitch would have been lying to herself if she said that he still didn’t have some kind of effect on her. But she didn’t want to be that mopey, whiny girl who didn’t get the dream guy.

She wanted to leave with her head held high, friendship intact, and peace in her heart.

“Congrats, Jake,” she breathed out before he moved forward and pulled her up into a tight hug. Laughing as he lifted her off the ground briefly, Glitch hugged him back. “I’m happy for you.”

“Couldn’t have done it without you,” Jake replied, setting her back on the ground. “Really, Glitch.”

“I know,” she returned confidently, causing Jake to chuckle. “You take good care of her, Jake.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he promised, giving you a mock salute.

“Good,” Glitch responded, taking a deep breath. “I’ll see you at the reception then?”

“I’ll be there,” Jake promised with a nod before they parted ways.

Turning for the parking lot, Glitch let out the breath that she had been holding in for what felt like the whole day. It was over. Hangman was married to Haley. And that was it. It was time to move on. To move forward. With a smile creeping up her lips, Glitch strode down the hill with far less weight on her shoulders than were there when she arrived.

Glitch walked into the reception hall and made a beeline towards the bar, where the Dagger Squad were gathered. They quickly turned around and greeted her, welcoming her into the fold of support that she knew she would be lost without.

“Hell, I need a drink,” Glitch groaned jokingly, hopping up onto one of the barstools.

“Way ahead of you,” Fanboy stated, sliding her go-to drink across the bar top. “And we saved you some of these too.”

Glitch let out a thankful laugh and slid the small plate that Fanboy offered to her over along with her drink. There were some perks to being there when most of the decisions were made—she got to make sure that the food that she wanted to eat was actually at the wedding. Picking up one of the appetizers from the cocktail hour, Glitch shot Fanboy a smile.

“You’re a lifesaver, Fanboy,” she praised, moving to catch up on the food and drinks she missed.

“How are you doing??” Bob asked softly, sending Glitch a supportive expression.

“I’m doing good. Thanks for asking, Bob,” Glitch returned, reaching for her drink. “I’m just glad that it’s all wrapping up.”

“Well, we’re all here for you if you need anything.”

“Thanks, Bobby,” Glitch replied, nudging Bob with her shoulder. “You’re the best.

“Hey,” Payback reminded Glitch, causing her to turn to him. “This is a wedding. A decently sized wedding. You’re young, beautiful, and most importantly single. Go out and get someone who’ll spend the whole night with you.”

“I’ll try,” Glitch mused, genuinely touched that the whole Dagger Squad was worried about her. “And I think that today really brought me some closure, so I’m ready to have some real fun for the first time in a couple months.”

“That’s what I like to hear!” Coyote cheered, walking over to the Daggers after returning from photo shoot. “Let’s have a drink on Hangman!”

The Dagger Squad, minus Hangman, hung out together for the rest of the night. They mingled with the other guests and danced around while enjoying the open bar. Feeling quite content, and decently buzzed, Glitch giggled at something that Payback said when Hangman approached them.

“Look who decided to finally acknowledge us,” Phoenix quipped, earning a playful look from Hangman.

“Hey, it’s my wedding. You have to be nice to me,” Hangman stated, coming to stop behind Glitch. “How’re you guys enjoying everything?” The Daggers all replied the typical polite responses to Hangman’s question before he turned to Glitch. “Can I talk to you?”

Glitch, sobering up a bit, nodded and set her drink down. The two of them excused themselves and walked through the room and out onto the balcony right outside of the venue. The doors were wide open, so everyone could see them, but it gave them some privacy to actually sit down and talk without fear of being overheard.

“What’s up?” Glitch asked, staring over at Hangman with concern.

“Nothing. Just . . . I wanted to thank you. Personally,” Hangman replied, speaking Glitch’s real name softly. “Really, I . . . I don’t know what I would have done without your help. What Haley would have done without your help with all of this.”

“Of course,” Glitch stated softly, resting her hands on the railing. “I’d do anything to help you out.”

“I know that. And I know that I haven’t always reciprocated it the best,” Hangman replied, causing Glitch to freeze for a moment. A bit of apprehension and tension pooled in her stomach as Hangman left her hanging briefly. “And I wanted to say that I’m sorry. I mean, when Haley told me that you picked out the invitations and stopped her from adding the baby’s breath . . . I never realized how good of a friend that you were to me. And I’m sorry that I didn’t notice it. Really, I am, Glitch.” 

“It’s okay,” Glitch returned softly.

“No, it’s really not,” Hangman stated firmly, causing Glitch to sober some more. “I really wasn’t the best friend to you. Not as good of one as I could have been. Hell, I’d have no idea what you would like at your wedding. And I’m really sorry, Glitch. And I want you to know that I’m really going to try and be a better friend to you going forward.”

“Water under the bridge,” Glitch returned, offering Hangman a small smile. “Let’s just move on.”

He returned it and offered his arms out for a hug. Glitch shot him a teasing look but let him pull her into a tight hug. She returned it and rested her head on his chest, soothing herself for a moment. But as soon as she was there, Glitch straightened up again. She wouldn’t let herself start down the rabbit hole. She was ending that. Tonight. Right then and there.

It was time to move on.

“Go. Be with your bride. I’ll be fine,” she told him, gesturing to the reception hall.

“Thanks, Glitch.”

Glitch watched Hangman reenter the reception hall and make his way over to Haley. Letting out a breath, she turned to stare out at the dark landscape. Letting the cool breeze blow back against her for a few moments, Glitch looked down to see a daisy on the ground. It must have fallen off of Jake, who had been carrying around a few earlier.

Leaning down, Glitch picked up the flower and studied it closely for a moment. She leaned back on the railing again and after a deep breath, she let it go. The flower blew a bit in the breeze before dropping into the darkness below. Gone.

“You alright?” a familiar voice called from behind Glitch, causing her to turn around.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Glitch assured them, straightening up with a small smile. “You didn’t have to come and check up on me, you know.”

“I know,” they returned, returning her smile. “What did Hangman want?”

“He just wanted to thank me for all my help over the years and . . . he apologized for not always being the best friend back. And we’re good. I’m good,” Glitch assured them, standing with more confidence and self-assurance than they had seen her in some time.

“I’m glad,” they returned kindly.

Glitch was about to say something else when she heard the new song echo from the speakers. Instantly perking up, Glitch let out a laugh.

“God, I love this song!”

“I know. Who do you think asked the DJ to play it?” they asked softly, causing Glitch to turn to them with wide eyes.

Unable to fight her smile, Glitch glanced down at the wooden deck before turning back to them. With a sparkle in her that hadn’t been there for some time, she held out a hand to them and tried to hold onto her composure.

“Well, aren’t you going to come dance with me?” she asked, tilting her head to the side.

“I thought you’d never ask,” they replied happily, taking her outstretched hand.

A.N. Who do you think that the Mystery Dagger is??? I wrote it with one in mind but decided to leave it open ended, so I’m curious who y’all interpret as the Mystery Dagger

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[lynnlovesspidahman]

are you bored yet?

peter parker x reader

masterlist

Word Count : 1.1k

Warnings/Tags: Couple of swear words, not too much angst

Summary : Peter notices you and Harry have been all touchy-feely lately. He wonders if you’ve become bored of him already.

I made this with Insomniac’s Peter in mind but I added Ned for the sake of the story and it’s set during high school, so it’s really up to you who you want it to be.

There's something different about the way you've smiled lately.

This wasn’t new, it happened more often lately. Your eyes crinkled more, and your cheeks were rosier. Just by watching you, Peter had an urge to smile just as big. But it wasn't him who made you smile like that.

It was Harry.

Harry was a good guy, and an even better friend. But as he watched you during lunch, sitting diagonal from him, laughing at his jokes, Peter couldn't help but feel jealous.

Biting the side of his cheek (a bad habit Peter picked up, and you always looked so cute when you yelled at him for it), he decided against speaking up.

He knew he wasn't the most exciting guy in the world, but what did Harry have to offer that he didn't? Was it that date he had to cancel last Friday? Spidey duties were important, but so were you. Or was he just not all you wanted him to be?

"You okay, bro?"

"Huh?" Peter blinked a few times, trying to clear his head.

"I said, are you okay?" Ned asked again. "You've been spacing out all lunch."

Peter sighed, "I'm fine," he said. "Just thinking about stuff."

"What stuff?" Ned pried.

"D-do you think that.. Y/N-" He paused. "Is Harry more interesting than me?"

"What? Why would you ask that?" Ned's eyebrows furrowed and his eyes narrowed, taken aback by his question.

Peter's eyes drifted over to you and Harry. You were laughing at something he said, gorgeous as ever. What were you doing to him?

"Oh."

"Yeah." Peter glanced at his lap, his lips forming a line. How could you have looked so beautiful laughing with someone else? Why did he feel like crying?

The bell rang, and Peter felt like he could breathe again. The torture was over. As he got up to go, he glanced at you one more time. Walking away with him, not even batting an eye in his direction.

Peter walked out of school, heart still feeling heavy from earlier. You were standing at your usual meet-up spot. Hair slightly tousled, lips parted and you had your "focus-face" (as he liked to call it) on.

"Peter!" You looked up from your phone and walked in his direction as you opened your arms.

"Hey." Peter said, you threw your arms around his waist and swayed back and forth.

"How was your day?" You asked, peeking up at him while still hugging.

Fucking terrible. "Fine, I guess. Algebra was boring today." He lied, math was never boring for him.

"But I thought you liked that class?"

"How was your day?" He changed the subject quickly.

"It was good, actually. I aced that chemistry quiz, I just know it." you beamed up at him.

He helped you study for that one, he looked back on the "study date" you had during the weekend.

"That's good," he grinned.

"Want to hit up Del-mars? Or just go back to one of our places?" You asked.

"Let's just go back to my place." Peter swallowed thickly. Lie. He wanted to just lay in his bed, alone. Today sucked enough.

"Oh, okay. Are you feeling alright?" You stepped back.

"Yeah, yeah. Just a little tired." Lie.

"Okay." You smiled, reassuringly, and kissed him on the cheek.

"Lead the way, cutie." He forced a smile on his face.

You flopped onto his bed, letting out of sigh of relief.

"Y'know, I've always loved your bed. So soft and comfy." You snuggled up to his pillow. It smelled good, a mixture of fresh linen and him.

"Mhm," Peter mumbled, setting his books down. He just wanted to distract himself with work.

You got up and wrapped your arms around his neck as you stood behind him.

"Whatcha workin' on?" You kissed him on the cheek.

"Trying to work on English." He shimmied out of your arms.

You knitted your brows, he never did that.

"What's wrong?" You asked.

He spun his chair around and looked at you with a blank stare.

"What?" You stepped back, "Did I do something?"

"Y/N, do you want me?"

"What? Of course I do, why else would I be with you right now?"

He chuckled dryly, "I mean, you clearly prefer to be with someone who can entertain you more than I can."

"What are you even talking about?" You raised your voice. What the hell was he going on about?

"I mean, the whole lunch you just couldn't stop laughing at whatever the fuck Harry kept saying to you."

"Are you kidding me right now, Peter?" You scoffed and crossed your arms. "You're mad because I have other friends? Who I laughed with?"

"No. I'm upset because you never smiled like that with me. What does Harry do that I can't?" He stood up out of his chair.

"Nothing! I don't know what you're even getting at!"

"I'm saying, it feels like you're bored of me. Like there's something I'm not able to give you. You didn't mutter a damn word to me all day. Not until school was over." He clenched his fists and stared at the ground. This didn't feel right, being angry at you for his own insecurities.

"Peter, how could I get bored of you? Sure, Harry's a nice guy, but I love you. You're smart, caring, I mean, you're Spider-Man for God's sakes!" You stepped towards him, closing the gap, "You're amazing."

He felt his heart hit the floor. How could he have let his own feelings get to him like that? His fists unclenched, he looked up at you. Your face, tore him apart.

He never wanted that look to ever come across your face again. That sad, puppy look.

"I-I'm sorry," Was all he could get out. He felt pathetic.

"It's okay," You shushed him and hugged him.

"I shouldn't have taken it out on you," He pulled away to look you in the eyes.

"I'm just glad you said something," You smiled, softly.

He tucked your hair behind your ear, and kissed you on the lips, lovingly. You cupped his cheeks, and stood on your tippy toes to deepen the kiss.

He smiled, and laughed against your lips.

"What?" You laughed back.

"Harry is kind of a loser, isn't he?"

"Peter!" You threw your head back in laughter as he giggled back at you.

How could you have ever gotten bored, when all you've ever wanted was right there in front of you.

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[so-long-soldier-writes]

Little Wolf

kai parker x reader | (wolf!reader)

summary: kai bonds with the girl that lives down the hall from him in the boarding house

tags: house party, minor titanic reference, threats, feelings, nesting, abo undertones / werewolves, tickling, siphoning, first kiss, teasing, cuddling

word count: 3.7k

“What’s she doing?” Kai asks Damon as he watches you. 

Kai poked his head inside your room looking for you, only to find you moving about quickly inside it. Your laptop is in the center of your bed, surrounded by pillows, blankets, and an arrangement of what looks to be shirts. You haven’t even noticed Kai, too focused on getting everything exactly where you want it. He’s too entranced in his observation to ask you himself, which is why he questioned the man instead. After all, Damon has been following him around all night, so it’s not like he had to direct his confusion too far. 

Damon narrows his eyes, then peeks inside your room, too. As soon as he realizes what you’re doing, he chuckles to himself. 

“What?” Kai asks again.

“Wouldn’t you want to know?” Damon rolls his eyes and starts down the hallway. 

Kai, now even more confused, follows. “What do you mean by that? I do want to know, that’s why I asked.”

He stops and turns to face the witch. “No, it’s a saying. Like, of course you’d want to know.”

“What?”

“How are you so confused? It’s-”

“I’m a little behind on modern day talk, Damon. It’s been eighteen years, and-”

“Oh well now you just sound like Rose.”

“Who?!”

“Never mind.”

The two stare at each other. Kai never got his question answered, and Damon doesn’t want to respond. With both of them being stubborn as hell, this could take all night. 

Overhead, the music continues to boom, nearly shaking the mansion. Kai feels himself getting a headache. He just wanted to come up here to find you and escape the party, but then was thrown off guard by your actions. Damon being an ass is just making him angry. 

“Just… whatever, I don’t care,” Kai turns around, sighing.

“Wait, hold on-”

“What?!”

“Where are you going?”

“To talk to Y/N.”

“Yeah, um, no, you’re not.”

Kai scoffs, “why not?”

“Because I don’t want you to. You’re in my house. My rules.”

“If I remember right, this is your Uncle Nephew Zach’s house. Who you killed, so he certainly wouldn’t leave it in your name.”

“Well he wouldn’t let you in in the first place, so you’re lucky this is 2013, and not 1994.”

That comment nearly sends Kai over the edge. He’s just about to take a swing at the vampire, but then you poke your head out from your room. 

“Hey!” You whisper-shout, “could you shut up! I’m up here to avoid the noise, and you two brought it back to me.” 

“Look what you did,” Damon hits Kai’s arm, “you made her mad.”

“I’m not mad, I’m just annoyed. And you contributed.”

As soon as you appeared, Kai lowered his hand. Now, he’s staring at you with a puppy-dog look that you can’t decipher. “Sorry, Y/N,” he mutters.

“It’s okay. Just keep it down, please?”

Damon smirks, “I’ll keep him in line for you.”

You roll your eyes, then duck back inside and away from them.

Within your thirty second interaction, Kai’s anger went from one hundred to zero. Now Damon looks at him and laughs. “Still gonna hit me?”

“No, we made her upset. She’s trying to find some quiet in this stupid house and we’re disturbing it.”

“Like you care.”

“I care about her.”

He receives a quizzical look. “Why?”

“I don’t know. Do I have to have a reason?”

“Yes. You’re you.”

Kai swallows hard. “I think I’m gonna go. This party is giving me a headache.”

“Okay, spoilsport. I’m gonna go feed on some unsuspecting college girl.”

The boy doesn’t answer. Before he can leave, though, Damon has one more thing to say. “Oh, and Kai? I don’t know what it is that you like about Y/N, or whatever you call it when you don’t want to kill someone, but leave her alone. Don’t talk to her, don’t look at her, and don’t tell anyone that you think you care for her ever again. Because you don’t have a heart, you’re a mercilessly killing sociopath. Don’t drag her into your shit, she doesn’t need that.”

“Okay,” he answers, voice small. 

“I’m watching you.”

“Fine.”

For the first time in a while, a part of him actually feels scared. His emotions are already all over the place because of you, but now he’s being told that if he even looks at you, Damon will interfere. He planned to go knock on your door instead of leaving, but now he’s trying to decide if his feelings are worth it. 

The moment the man disappears down the hall, he starts in the other direction towards the stairs. However, as he passes your door, he hesitates. For a second, he still debates knocking. But then Damon’s words ring in his head again, and he knows if he pushes the set boundary, Damon will never let him see you again. So, he makes his way to the railing. 

“Kai?” A small voice calls his name.

He wonders if he imagined it. 

“Malachai,” it says again. 

He turns, carefully, to see your face smiling at him through a crack in your door. 

“Hi,” you wave him towards you. 

Slowly, Kai obeys. Hearing his full name throws him off, and Damon’s words flow right out of his head. “Did you call me ‘Malachai’?”

“Is that okay?”

“Um.”

“Come here,” you interrupt. 

“I shouldn’t-”

“Please.”

He swallows again, looking at the ground. “Y/N-”

“I heard what Damon said. I don’t care.” You bite your lip. “And if he tries to hurt you, he’ll have to get through me.”

Curious now, Kai goes to your door. He walks through when you open it for him, and tries not to look around your room. 

“So you heard…”

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t eavesdropping, he’s just loud.”

“Yeah, um…”

“I wish I could say he’s all talk, but… um, let’s just say, he really will have to go through me if he tries. I won’t let him hurt you, Malachai.”

“Kai.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay. Actually, I don’t hate it coming from you.”

You smile. “Sit with me?”

“Uh, sure.” He follows you, cautiously, to your bed, climbing in beside you. It’s messy, but unexpectedly comfortable. Kai kicks his shoes off before bringing his feet under one of the many blankets. “Can I?” You nod, and he rests his head on one pillow, while tugging another to rest against his stomach.

“You comfortable?”

“Mhm.”

“Good. Want to watch a movie?”

“Okay.”

You had just started one before the two came upstairs, so you only have to replay the five minutes you watched so Kai can see it from the beginning. As it runs, though, his attention is much less focused on the screen, and much more on you. He smiles when you laugh at a particularly funny line, and gives you an endearing look when you nestle into your pillow when a character gets hurt. His emotions are all over the place, but for the first time, he doesn’t want to analyze them. He just wants to feel them; wants to revel in the way you make him feel. 

Halfway through the movie, you catch him off guard. 

“Intermission!” You press pause, then jump off the bed. “I’ll be right back.”

You disappear into the bathroom, and Kai takes his chance to look around your room. Movie and band posters cover the walls, many he recognizes, but some are unfamiliar. The desk beside him is cluttered, but it is in the way that girls somehow know exactly where everything is. He remembers Jo’s nightstand being like that. Their father would scold her to clean it, but she’d argue it worked for her. Jo always won arguments with their father. Kai always lost. 

Kai shivers at the memory, then looks away to dismiss it. His eyes travel to the shirts on the bed, wondering whose they are. Though he stops at a suspiciously familiar one, and pulls it out from the pile. Utter confusion hits him as he looks at it. It’s the gray Brooklyn one he brought back from the prison world. Kai thought he’d lost it, but turns out Y/N somehow stole it. He then shuffles through more of the piles, and finds a couple more of his shirts. Some, he had sworn he threw away, but here they were - in Y/N’s bed. 

A sharp gasp fills the silence as you come out of the bathroom. Kai drops the shirts, afraid he’s embarrassed you. No matter his confusion, he’d hate to lose your companionship. “I’m sorry! I-”

But you don't answer. You climb onto the bed and start rearranging the fabrics again, rather frantically. 

“Y/N?” You don't answer, again. “Hey?” Kai picks up the Brooklyn shirt and waves it in your face. “How’d you get this?”

Finally, you stop. Well, freeze may be a more accurate term. “Um.” 

“It’s okay, I’m just curious. I-”

“I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have taken that!”

“Wait, it’s okay! I’m just wondering, that’s all. I thought I threw it out.”

You bite your lip in embarrassment, then push your face into the closest pillow. You admit a very muffled, “I dug it out.”

“What was that?”

“I stole it.”

“Princess, I can’t hear you.”

You rise from your hiding spot. “I stole it. I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d notice.”

Kai smiles. “That’s okay. But, um, why?”

“Wanted it.”

“Okay…”

“Smells like you. Wanted it for my nest.”

“For your what?”

“This,” you gesture to the cluttered space around you. “My nest. Safe space.”

“You wanted it because it smelled like me?”

You nod. “You’re safe.”

Kai’s speechless. He doesn’t know what to do, being called ‘safe’. Usually, he’s known as the exact opposite. “How? Um, how do I make you feel safe?”

“Quiet. Stand up to Damon.” Your face blushes. “Plus cute.”

“You think I’m cute?”

With a quick nodding of your head, you push your face back down into the pillow.

Kai blushes his own shade, then leans forward to grab your shoulders. “Awh, no hiding! You can’t drop that on me and shy away!”

A giggle leaves your lips and you squirm away from his touch. Kai only takes that as an invitation to tease you more. He tickles your sides, loving the way he makes you laugh. In no time, he’s making it into a little game. He tickles you for a moment, then rests his hands still. When you’re not expecting it, he starts up again. Every time he stills, you look up at him with anticipation. He smiles at the sight of your big, beautiful eyes, full of wonder about what he’s going to do next. 

By the fourth or fifth round, you’re out of breath and his arms are getting tired. He doesn’t want to let up, not wanting to lose the chance to touch you, but might have to soon. You don’t want him to stop, either. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t waiting ages to feel his hands on you. 

In fact, the deeply buried feelings belonging to both of you go on overdrive. Your skin heats up and mind races at every touch. Your wolf side that has been begging for Kai for weeks finally feels half-satisfied. Kai, on the other hand, who hasn’t had this kind of contact with someone for decades, is lost in the sensation of what it’s like to touch again. Let alone, the one girl for whom he’s managed to develop feelings. 

The game turns serious when you each have realizations about it. Kai gets deep inside his own head, so far that he neglects, for a second, to mind the present. 

Suddenly, there really is heat on your skin. It burns a little, but you find yourself liking the feeling. When you look down, a visible aura under his hand is tinted orange. 

“What’s that?” You ask, nodding to the hand relaxed upon your body. 

Kai looks down immediately, then retracts his hands. They disappear under the blanket, and so does the warmth they were producing. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. That was an accident. Y/N, I’m so sorry.”

“You’re okay.”

But the boy is still full of apologies. “I should’ve been paying attention. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I-”

You cock your head. “You didn’t hurt me.”

“I- what?”

“Didn’t hurt. Is it supposed to?”

“I- I just siphoned you,” he pauses, “wait, are you a vampire? Witch? How did I siphon you?”

“That’s siphoning?!” He can’t read your expression. “Damon told me some about it, but apparently nothing useful. No, it didn’t hurt at all. Felt warm, a little tingly.”

Kai looks at you, incredulous. “What are you?”

“I’m a wolf,” you reply. As if to prove it, you curl up in your nest and rest your head on a pillow. “Werewolf. Triggered my curse when I was sixteen.”

“Is that why it didn’t hurt?” Neither of you know the answer, but the question still falls from his lips.

You shrug. “I don’t know. Do it again.”

“What?”

“Do it again - the siphon thing.”

“I can’t-”

“Pleaseee,” you practically beg.

Kai’s never had anyone whine for his touch like this. He can’t help but give into your demands. “Tell me if it hurts, I’ll stop immediately.”

“Okay.”

Slowly, he pulls his hands out from under the blanket. At the same time, you uncurl your body to expose an arm to him. 

“I can do it through your shirt.”

“No, do it on my skin.”

He takes a deep breath before reaching out to your arm. His face contorts in concentration as he begins to siphon; the unusual color returns to the point of contact. 

“So you either have no concentration or you have to concentrate really hard?”

Kai nods. “More or less. Tell me when to stop.”

“Don’t.” It burns again, but the sensation travels straight down your spine. Your head feels dizzy, and you have to fight your inner desire to squeeze your legs together. After a while, it gets to be overwhelming, yet you still don’t want him to stop. 

Regardless, he does on his own. The boy smiles. A soft moan escapes his lips as the magic must be trickling throughout his body. This time, you do tuck your legs underneath you, just in case. 

“You didn’t tell me to stop.”

“I didn’t want you to.”

“Y/N, it would’ve hurt eventually.”

“You seemed to like it,” you refer to the little moan he had made. 

Kai blushes. “It feels good whenever I receive magic.”

“Like a warm sensation?”

“Mhm.”

“That’s how my skin was feeling. I liked it, too.”

“It really didn’t hurt?”

“Not at all. Like I said, a slight burn, but… a good burn.”

He nods, seemingly unsure how to react. “So… my shirt. And you said you think I’m cute.”

“I did say that, didn’t I?” 

Immediately, you try to bury your face again, but he catches you before you can get too far. Kai slips a hand under your cheek, then holds the other side of your face with his other hand. Without thinking, he climbs over your body to straddle your waist. You’re stuck beneath him, rendered completely still. 

“I’ve got you now,” he teases. 

You struggle a little, refusing eye contact. 

“Say it, princess. Admit again what you told me. Why’d you steal my shirt, hm? The one I specifically threw in the trash.”

You shake your head in defiance and squeeze your eyes shut. 

“Awh, come on now. You’ve said it once before, you can say it again.”

“Kai-”

“Are you shy? Is that it?”

You struggle against him more, giggling. The more you fight, the more his hips rub up against you. “Kai-” you try again, not sure exactly what you want from him. 

“What’s up?” He stops, grows serious, and removes his hands from your face. “Too much? I’m sorry.”

“No!” You reach up to grab his hands before they can get too far. 

For a moment, the two of you just stare at each other. You link your fingers together in mid-air. A smile graces your face, however the boy looks a tad confused. 

“Kiss me,” you say, finally deciding what you want. 

“Hm?”

“Kiss me.” You unlink your fingers to make a grab for his face. 

Kai leans down into your hands, letting your fingertips hold his cheeks, and his own go back to yours. Then, gently, he kisses you. Your lips work together perfectly; his softer than you expected. Your hands move to the back of his head, lightly scratching at the base of his hairline. The feeling of your nails causes him to deepen the kiss right before he breaks it off. 

“Hi,” you say, a little out of breath. 

“Hi,” he replies cheekily. 

“You’re a good kisser.”

“You’d be the first to know.”

“What?! How is that possible?”

Kai shrugs. He sits upright again, though his legs stay around you. You, meanwhile, prop yourself up on your elbows. The sight of him being so close after weeks of craving him makes your skin feel as hot as it did when he was siphoning. It’s taking everything in you not to push for something more to happen. 

Instead, you give him the explanation he kind of deserves. 

“When I saw you throw those shirts away, I figured you didn’t want them anymore. If you didn’t want them, it could be something of yours I could have without having to talk to you. ‘Cause, I mean, Damon’s pretty much banned us from talking, and I’m too shy to really approach you anyway. But I’ve been observing you. I mean it, when I say you’re a safe person to me. We’ve lived in this same house together for weeks and you’ve never given me a reason to not trust you. I know I don’t really know much about you, aside from what Damon’s said, but that didn’t stop me from forming a little crush. If anything, what he’s said has only made me more curious about you.”

Kai smiles. “You have a crush on me?”

“A teensy one.”

“Really? Only teensy?” He adjusts his hips. A bold move - one he’s hesitant to make - but he can’t stop himself. 

To his delight, you giggle. “Stop! You’re making me blush.”

“A teensy crush, is it? Just a small one?” He’s tickling you again.

“Kai! Fine! It’s not teensy; it’s anything but! I like you,” you grow serious now as his hands still, “a lot.”

“I like you, too, Y/N. Little wolf.”

“Don’t-”

“Don’t call you Little Wolf? I think it’s fitting, with this cute little - what did you call it? - thing, you’ve got going on here?”

“It’s my nest. Don’t make fun.”

“Ah. I would never. I think it’s cozy.”

“You’re not mad I stole your shirts?”

“Not at all, princess. I’m glad you feel safe around me. That’s not something I’m used to hearing.”

“Well get used to it with me.”

“I will certainly try.” He leans forward to kiss your forehead, then another to your lips. 

“Kai?”

“Mhm?”

“Will you cuddle with me? Finish this movie?”

“Of course.”

He climbs off your lap and snuggles back into your side. Already, your legs feel cold without him, but that’s another thing for another time.

You press play on the movie, then nestle yourself closer to him. At some point, both of you drift off into sleep. The party, and the movie, are completely forgotten. 

⁘⁘⁘⁘⁘

The next morning, Damon and the girls are running all over Mystic Falls in search of the lost sociopath. When Kai said he was going to leave, Damon assumed he’d go to the grill for a few hours, wait out the party, and then return to the boarding house. Though by morning, he was neither at the grill, nor in his room. Damon was then quick to alert Elena, Caroline, and Bonnie, and the four of them started to look. 

“Retrace your steps,” Caroline says, after hanging up with Stefan, who hasn’t seen Kai since much earlier the day before, “where did you last see him? Stefan says he saw him in the boarding house kitchen last.”

“Yeah, maybe he never went to the grill at all,” Bonnie agrees. 

The man racks his brain. “He had wandered upstairs, and I was following him, because I didn’t trust him to be alone with that many people in the house. On the way to, presumably, his own room, he passed Y/N’s, and asked me about something she was doing. Oh! He then told me he cares about her, but had no reason as to why, and I told him to never talk to her.”

“He found Y/N?” Bonnie asks, worried. Despite the two of you both currently residing in the house, they tried to keep you separate.

“I was there, thankfully, but yeah. Her door was slightly open.”

“Did you leave him upstairs with her?”

“I mean, I threatened him pretty strongly if he dared to even look at her. To be honest, he looked a little scared.”

“But did you leave him alone up there?”

“Yeah, but-”

He’s cut off by the three girls running to the staircase. Damon sighs, hoping he didn’t fuck up by leaving the boy alone. He thought his threat would’ve been enough warning. 

A second later, a gasp proves to him it wasn’t. When the rest of the search party catches up to Caroline, they all let out their own gasps. 

“Great job,” Bonnie comments, “your threat worked wonders.”

Inside, you and Kai are curled tightly into each other. Your head is pulled into his chest and his chin rests atop it. Kai’s arms are on your back, while yours rest lazily across his side. Your legs tangle beneath the sheets, blankets, and shirts that make up your cozy hideout. Your laptop, somehow, remains undamaged in the middle of the bed. 

“I don’t know how this happened! I threatened him badly!”

“It was probably Y/N, if it wasn’t Kai. You forget she can be a little spitfire when she wants to be. And the fact that she’s been nesting recently…” Elena doesn’t need to finish her sentence; they know what she means. 

“Dammit!” Damon curses, more to himself than anyone else. 

Caroline sighs. “Let’s just… let them sleep, and we can lecture them later. Okay? Okay.” 

Despite the group’s protests, she shuts the door and leaves the two of you alone.

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Pls write for shoto 😩😩😩

I gotchuuu (I wasn’t sure if this is asking for Shoto smut in particular but all I’ve written for Tumblr so far is smut so that’s what you’re getting. This was so rushed but I hope you enjoy!)

Pairing: Pro!Shoto Todoroki x reader

Summary: It's hard not to be jealous when your fiancé is loved by so many. Thankfully, he seems more than willing to prove that he's yours.

Warnings: smut, praise, language, the tiniest smidge of angst, also not proof read

Word Count: 1.8k

Jealously wasn't a word you would particularly use when describing yourself.

On the contrary, you were quite a laid-back individual, especially in light of the difficulties present whilst dating such a well-known hero.

While many saw it as a life of glamour and luxury, there were many hardships that came along with it, such as the multitude of fans that showered the pros with adoration and praise.

It was even worse when that pro was someone as strikingly handsome as Shoto Todoroki.

Beauty was effortless for him. With eyes that could melt hearts and jawline capable of grating cheese, it was no surprise to anyone that he was given the title of "Most Attractive Pro-Hero" two years in a row.

So while jealous wasn't exactly a very fitting adjective to characterized you as an individual, hot was definitely one that described Shoto, meaning that there was no shortage of fans sending their affectionate devotion in the direction of your partner.

You tried your best to stay off social media and ignore the masses of comments his pictures or videos warranted. At first, you were actually good at it, but as your relationship progressed, you realized how difficult it really was to turn a blind eye.

Self-consciousness was a nasty emotion. When mixed with a simmering coil of envy, it made for quite the unfavorable combination.

There were times when the duo honestly got the better of you, playing a cruel game of contrasting superiority with your own career and physical attractiveness as its pawns. You would often find yourself wondering why Shoto was still with you; he outranked you in so many arenas, making it increasingly difficult to ignore the praise he got when it came from people that might've been so much better than you.

And every so often, it would get to the point where curiosity overcame your usually unbothered persona, leading you down a rabbit hole of digital exploration that was most definitely not beneficial to your mental health.

So when your fiancé came through the door, he was met with your form sprawled on the couch, scrolling tirelessly on your phone.

"I'm back." He walked over, bending down to place a kiss on the top of your head. However, the displeasure evident in your face caused him to blink back in surprise. "Are you alright?"

"Hm?" You looked up, conjuring a hollow smile. "Oh, yeah, I'm fine."

Heterochromic eyes bore into yours as he leaned forward, forcing you back into the chair with the intensity of his stare.

"Uh... What are you doing?"

After standing up again, he gave your expression one more scan before folding his arms. "You're lying."

Although he had displayed a blatant lack of emotional awareness during high school, Shoto was peculiarly talented in reading you, a fact you found endearing and a bit problematic at the same time.

"I'm not lying." You sputtered, averting your line of sight from his.

"You're doing that face you make when you're upset."

"I don't make a face when I'm upset!"

Shoto's gaze trailed downward to the device clenched in your hand. With astounding speed, he effectively snatched it from you, allowing him to examine what was making his significant other so perturbed.

You made a lunge for the phone, but he was quicker, not to mention taller as well. He held it above his head for a few moments, far out of your reach as you grumbled in vexation. "Give it back!"

"One second, I'm not finished reading." He effortlessly pushed your feeble attempts back with an arm.

Taking a few more moments, he finally relinquished custody of the item. He offered you an inquisitive head tilt as he handed it back, almost like an animal who had yet to comprehend what command their owner had issued.

"You're mad about my PR Instagram page?" You watched as the gears in his head started to turn, train of thought trailing back to the actual part of the account you had been scrutinizing. "Are you jealous?"

Yes.

"What? No!" You waved his suspicions off, tossing the phone back on the couch before resuming your own position as well. "Like I said, I'm fine. Probably just tired from work today."

And while he might've once been insufficient in the realm of interpersonal talents, he was in no way, shape, or form dumb, especially not when it came to you.

Shoto knew perfectly well that his assumptions were correct and, in all honesty, found them to be quite endearing, despite your obvious vexation.

So when you caught wind of the tiny chuckle coming from his direction, your eyes shot up to meet his, narrowing. "Would you care to enlighten me as to what's so funny?"

For someone who wasn't the most skillful in expressing his emotions, the amusement was evident in his demeanor.

"Nothing." He offered you a gentle smile. "You're just cute."

You cocked an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"I said you're cute." He repeated, a little louder this time.

"No, I heard what you said. I just don't know why you think me being jealous is cute." Letting out an embarrassed huff, you fell back into the sofa.

"Because it is." He placed an arm and leg on the inside of the couch, situating his own body so then it hovered directly over yours. "I think it's cute how blind you can be, that you might actually believe I would want someone else when I have you."

One of his hands traveled under the cloth of your shirt, ghosting over the skin of your stomach.

You shivered under the chill of his touch as it trailed upward, finding your chest and beginning to gently knead the flesh. "Sho..."

He placed a kiss on your lips, catching the soft gasp he drew from rolling your hardened nipple beneath his fingers.

Envy and indignation soon began to fizzle away under the pleasure his contact provided. It flooded across your mind, sweeping the negative emotions in its wake to leave pure desire behind.

Continuing to pepper his mouth against your neck, he took notice of the way you unknowingly began to shift your hips upward in search of his.

The hand that had been palming your breast moved to tug your shorts downward. It snuck beneath your underwear, pulling it away as well so he could effectively apply pressure to your clit.

A quiet moan broke from your throat at the feeling and he hummed in satisfaction. "I think it's cute that you can make such pretty sounds and still think I might want to hear them coming from someone else."

Shoto's thumb kept a constant stroke on the sensitive nub as pushed a finger into you. Your body melted into the increasing euphoria, thighs clenching around his hand as he used the other to undo the string of his own sweatpants.

Soon, he added another finger, pumping in and out of your slit that quickly had you dangerously close to the brink of ecstasy.

You were cruelly yanked back from the blissful seconds later when he pulled away completely. The loss had you whining in dissatisfaction until you looked up.

As previously stated, you were a firm believer that Shoto Todoroki was one of the most attractive individuals that had graced your line of sight.

However, without clothes, he was breathtaking.

Scars were scattered up his arms and torso. There had been a time when he had tried covering them up in front of you, uneasy about the imperfections painted upon his skin.

You, however, had thought they were pretty and had told him as such. Each mark was a physical reminder of the lives he had guarded, a symbol of some child who got to see their parents one more time, or maybe a killer who was behind bars now because of his heroic duties.

Shoto had stopped trying to hide them after that.

And maybe, if you weren't so concerned about your own personal shortcomings, you might've been able to see that you were the reason why.

As he looked down at you from above, bi-color hair perfectly framed every angle of his face, accentuating every detail that you had grown to adore.

Irises, while differently shaded, burned bright with desire and adoration.

And it was all for you.

Positioning himself in front of you, he teased his tip at your clit before slowly entering. "And I think it's just so cute that you actually think I would ever want to fuck anyone else when I have you, waiting for me to come home and sink my cock into."

And he did, thrusting his hips into yours in a way that had every nerve in your body on fire. Your previous turmoil had washed away, overpowered by the sweet bliss that Shoto provided with every movement.

"So, yeah, you're pretty fucking adorable if I'm being honest."

The sound of his voice and the praise lacing his callous words had you melting, a moaning puddle overflowing with need. Hot tears were brimming at the corner of your eyes, a mixture of pleasure and the bitter feeling of an unmet release.

Already close, every thrust tightened the coiled simmering in your stomach. With his thumb still trained on your clit, you could feel the subtle warmth that he had sparked blaze to life in your abdomen.

One final kiss to your cervix pulled you over with a snap, your walls offering one final convulsion that had him reaching his high as well.

The both of you took a moment, allowing the air to reenter your lungs. Your heart was still jumping in your chest, overworked but completely full.

Then he gently pulled out, pushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "I'm yours, just as much as you're mine. Do you understand?"

Mind still foggy, you were at least able to understand what he was asking of you. You offered a weary nod in breathless acceptance.

"Good girl." Shoto wiped a tear from your cheek, offering you a loving smile. "So, what do you want to do for dinner?"

Shoto's Instagram comments had been left untouched by you since then.

With every bit you held for him, he easily met the admiration tenfold, even if you failed to see it sometimes.

It didn't matter; he would always be there to remind you, in whichever way he deemed fitting.

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