#i know full well it's fruitless but my body wants me to go back and water the plants anyways. yk? like. i know it doesn't save a dead tree

[strawbebyjam]

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#realizing 11:30 is heartbreak o'clock for my brain i think #like particularly with like. the burning itch to text them again #i know full well it's fruitless but my body wants me to go back and water the plants anyways. yk? like. i know it doesn't save a dead tree #if i go back every five minutes and throw a bucket of fertilizer at it #it's over. it's gone. n i can't change that. n i gotta make peace with that in a way that doesn't leave me staring at 'new message' weekly #i know it'll take me time. i don't wanna rush myself. but also like. man JKLDHFGDH like #i wish what i really wanted was for like #some patient beautiful angel to swoop in and nurse my heart back to full health so i don't have to do it myself #but i know that's not what i want anymore yk? like #i want to nurse my heart to a place better than it was at before it loved at all. like #i wanna be able to long for love without the desperation attached. i want love to be optional to my heart and not water or oxygen yk? like #desperation makes me feel crappy #maybe that's the more honest way to put it #mano.mindtalk #neg

[minologistt]

they're clingy | BTS reaction a series

genre established relationship , reactions

warnings very fluffy, misunderstanding but its silly (namjoon)

M.LIST

A/N: BTS 10 ANNIVERSARY!!! i think having these short little reaction things is good for putting my ideas out to eventually turn them into a full story, you know?

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KIM SEOKJIN

the dozens of isle lining the super market were sending you and your boyfriend into a panic. you both were looking for a very specific spice but going through many of the isle proved fruitless. a sigh escaped your lips as you tried shrugging off your boyfriend for the umpteenth time since you've entered the store.

"jin please let go of mee, you're weighing me downn," you whined as he shook his head in refusal. "no way, don't you love me? if you do then you can manage!" a wide grin was displayed on his face as you continued to push the cart. "i love you but that love doesn't mean to hug me while i'm pushing a heavy shopping cart," you stopped the cart and pushed him away slightly only to be met with a pouty face. "don't pout babe, you're just really heavy and it's really hot right now okay?" but no response was given as he turned his back to you.

after another 30 minutes of looking for the spice, you finally found it and checked out. on your way to the car was silent, even as you and your boyfriend unpacked everything. "jinnie.. babe, are you mad at me?" you finally broke the silence once your boyfriend started up the car. however your question was met with a dramatic huff.

"i'm sorry babe, how can i make you feel better?" you put your hand on his shoulder and rubbed him slightly. "maybe you can let me finally have a bubble bath with you.." he mumbled under his breath like it was embarrassing to even think about. "of course you can! anything for you, baby," you said removing your hand, only to feel his hand land on your thigh. "good because i bought purple bubble bath soap a week ago-", now your boyfriend was back to his usual self, rambling about the most random things.

MIN YOONGI

it was silent inside of the studio. yoongi sitting at his desk in his swivel chair with you on his lap. he had an arm around your waist and his chin on your shoulder. "how does this beat sound with these vocals?" he looked at your side profile from the side of his eye. you looked up from your phone and blinked a couple of times as the track played for a short minute. "it's okay, maybe it should be a bit softer?", yoongi nodded his head and began tweaking the audio.

you began shifting around on yoongi's lap as you were scrolling through your instagram. yoongi placed a firm hand on your hip to stop you from wiggling around. a slight smirk was tugging at his lips as he blew a small gush of air behind your ear. you cringed away from his face and tried getting up, however yoongi tightened his hold on your hip and pulled you back down. "where are you going?", he turned his full attention to you while you stared back with a confused expression. "i just wanted to stretch my legs and get something to eat-"

"we can stretch together, i need to stretch too.. been sitting here for a while." yoongi rubbed his chin like he was in deep thought. "since when have you minded sitting for long periods of time?" a small smile appeared on your face as yoongi's ears began turning red. "namjoon told me i should start stretching more.. its good for my body since i'm getting older-"

"you never listen to half of namjoon's advice.. actually, sure yoongs" you giggled a bit as you pried his hands from your waist. "well i'm hungry, do you want something to eat too-" "actually i'll go with you, you might not know what i want or what if i change my mind while you're gone." yoongi stood up and threw his arm over you shoulder and walked you both towards the studio door.

KIM NAMJOON

a yawn left your mouth as you continued your cooking in the large kitchen. namjoon creeps up on you, wraps his arms around your waist and, leans his head into the crook of your neck. he then began peppering kisses all over your neck and shoulders. "my big baby has finally woken up huh? took you long enough." namjoon nuzzles your cheek to get your attention as he groans in response. "what is it joonie?" you move to another counter to get some flour. he lets out another loud groan instead of responding with words.

you decide that you want to tease him a bit so you shimmy out of his grasp. namjoon finally opens his eyes and blinks a couple of times before fully processing that you have moved out of his grasp. "did i do something..?" namjoon questioned with genuine concern lacing his voice as he followed you around the kitchen whilst you finished up the breakfast. "hm? what are you talking about, joonie?" you responded as you turned to move around his large frame to plate the breakfast.

"i'm sorry, did i do something babe?" namjoon repeated this time he came forwards and fiddled with his hands. "did you not want to hug today or..?", at this point, you were starting to feel bad about trying to tease him, "aw baby you did nothing wrong.. i was just screwing around with you!" you quickly shuffled over to him and hugged him tightly. namjoon was still a bit confused but he still wrapped his arms around you as well with a smile.

JUNG HOSEOK

you're sitting on the couch watching a movie and eating popcorn, you were originally taking a nap with your boyfriend but you woke up earlier than he did. the movie was a thriller movie, you enjoyed watching these types of movies however your boyfriend, hoseok, didn't. he was very jumpy and fearful whenever the slightest thing happened, whether it was an actual jump scare or not.

you were so invested in the movie that you didn't hear your boyfriend calling for you or even see him when he stepped into the living room. "oh god.. there you are baby! i thought you got kidnapped or something!" he loudly stated as your gaze shifted from the large screen and onto his lanky frame. a frown rest upon his face and it was evident that he had literally just got out of bed. "what are you watching? why didn't you wake me up when you woke up?" he started rambling multiple questions as he made his way over to the couch.

rather than sitting a good distance away. he hopped onto the couch and dragged you to lay on his chest. the popcorn you once held had fallen to the floor and made a mess. "i'm watching a thriller movie babe and look at the mess you just caused.." you frowned looking down at the floor but your boyfriend shrugged and looked towards the screen. "thriller? why not a comedy or something!" he began to complain until you simply replied, "I've been wanting to watch this movie though but you hate anything scary!" now you were complaining as well but he shook his head and kissed your forehead. "i'll just watch it with you even if it is a bit scary..", you felt him shudder but either way, a smile spread across your face as you and hoseok began laughing like maniacs.

PARK JIMIN

"baaabe, come on", jimin whined in a higher pitched voice as he leaned his full body weight on you. "what is it now chimchim?", you respond as you continue reading your book as if he wasn't there. jimin let out an exaggerated sigh let his lips. "can you at least look at me? i've been away on my work-cation for a while now.. give me some attention pleaseee". you looked at him from the corner of your eye and gave him a soft smile.

"actually we have been on work-cation for a while" a pout formed on his lips as he unwrapped himself from you. "fine.. i'll go find something to do-" he got up and walked towards the door of the hotel room, that you both were staying in, he then let out another exaggerated sigh. "-by myself.." you closed your book and smiled fondly at jimin acting all pouty. "i never said to leave, come back baby" you opened your arms to welcome him back to you.

jimin quickly rushed back into your arms without a word and began to kiss you all over your face. "i knew you couldn't resist my charms!" he smiled while nuzzling into the crook of your neck. "yeeeah sure, your sooo charming", you stated sarcastically with a giggle. "hey! i am charming, you can't lie-", you then began stroking his hair while he went on a rant about how charming he truly is.

KIM TAEHYUNG

jazz music was playing in the background as you and your boyfriend danced around in dim lighting. tae pulls you in closer the longer you both danced. "okayy tae, can we take a break now? my feet are on fire!" you whined as you tried to break free from his grasp. "okay? we can take a break together, where are we going?" he loosened his grip and stared down at you with hopeful eyes.

"well i was going to go to the bathroom.. by myself of course" you moved away from tae's embrace and held his hand instead. "what.. why can't i come with you? i can sit in the corner or sit in the shower or-"

"taehyung.. that's genuinely weird, but you can wait outside of the door." you say as you begin walking away towards the bathroom. "do you promise to come back soon? i want us to watch a jazz performance together!" tae shouts as he watches the bathroom door shut slowly. "of course i will babe, just give me five minutes" the door shut and tae sits himself directly in front of the door as he starts telling you random facts that he and jungkook had come up with earlier that day.

JEON JUNGKOOK

faint sounds of guns and grenades are going off from the gaming headphones that your boyfriend has on. you were seated upon his lap whilst he was sitting in his gaming chair. "dude, 12 o'clock! no, fuck i mean behind you!" he began screaming at the screen for the umpteenth time. you were fighting back another yawn as you eyed your shared bed from across the room.

you tried to get up and out of his grasp but he tightened his hold on you and grunted. "babe, can you let me go please? i'm super sleepy.." a whine escaped your lips as he didn't budge. "you can sleep right here just fine.." was all he said before yelling back into the mic. "i'm talking to my love, not you guys!" your boyfriend's face began heating up as he muted his mic out of embarrassment. "baby pleasee, i'm fighting this sleep so hard right now you don't understand", you buried your head in the crook of his neck.

jungkook huffed as he pouted. "fine..", he finally gave in as he let you go. you made your way over to the bed and flopped onto it and shut your eyes. you found it a bit odd as the room became silent, no sounds of clicking, your boyfriend's screaming and not even the sounds coming from the loud headphones. suddenly you felt the bed sink down beside you, but you didn't need to roll over or open your eyes to know it was your pouty boyfriend. "you didn't have to stop gaming to come lay with me..", you yawned as he wrapped his arms around you and threw a leg over you too. "I'd rather sleep with you than game with them, i need a nap anyway..", soon after that statement, you both went to sleep.

 minologistt | do not copy, translate or edit this.

#bts fanfction #yoongi fanfic #jimin fanfic #jimin x reader #park jimin fanfic #hobi fanfic #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x you #namjoon fanfic #jin fanfic #jin fluff #bts x reader #bts fanfic #taehyung fanfic #taehyung x reader

[gt-daboss]

Slight Horror, Fantasy Mixed With Modern Elements

Behind the Books (Part 1)

Hell no, the human probably thought. And Shevana couldn’t exactly blame him.

Every human knew of the dangers of meeting a witch. From bedtime stories told by parents to get children to go to sleep to unexplained disappearances of friends, family, or coworkers. Witches were a constant, unavoidable threat to any human. The boogieman that stays hidden in plain sight, any man or woman you meet on the street could be a witch in disguise trying to prey on the unsuspecting. 

And now I’ve not only summoned a random human but shrunk him as well. 

“Reveal yourself, human, I am the only one who can revert you to your true form, so unless you want to scamper around my floors for the rest of your pathetic life, you will come out now.” 

Even Shevana was a little bit surprised at the harshness of her voice, her gruff and annoyed tone she knew would sound even worse to the 3-inch tall man hiding in her room, never mind the unavoidable fact of her being a witch. Still no response, Obviously, ‘Vana, you can’t even hold a conversation when they don't know you’re a witch.

“Listen, Alex, this is all a big misunderstanding, It is not you who I’m after. If you continue to waste my time, however, I will make you part of their punishment.”

“How- how do you know my name?”

The bookshelves. Wasting no time to answer his question, she immediately turned toward the sound of his voice and began walking. In the back of her mind, she realized how scary this probably looked for the tiny human, but it was quickly brushed aside by her annoyance at the whole situation.

Slamming her hand onto the shelf she heard Alex’s voice, she tapped her fingers in annoyance. “Come out, now, I know you are there, do not make me reach for you, human.”

No response, of course, Thats it.

Shoving away her grimoires, Shevana quickly spotted the now-revealed human. Shaking like a scared animal, when he saw her hand reach toward him he bolted. A fruitless effort, but once again she felt her heart nag at her, which she once again ignorantly ignored in the heat of the moment. Snatching Alex up in a tight grip, she brought him closer.

“Wait! Please, don’t!” the human screamed as he squirmed violently in my hand. Many witches had told her their experiences of the first time having full control over a human, –usually through soul manipulation rather than her own size-related one– it was always described as an elating feeling of power. To hold so easily a person's life in one's hand, holding their destiny in your fingertips as they were powerless to stop your whim, their will submitting to your own…

The reality was nothing like that.

Not at all. It was sickening. 

The human’s, cold, shifting body pushed ineffectively against her large digits, digits, whose delicate senses detected the rapid pounding of the human’s heartbeat like a hand to drums. Only instead of the melody of drums it was unfiltered, heartstopping fear. 

Fear of her. 

Thats all for now, I wanted to keep it short since whenever i make long projects they somehow never get completed (looks at my 5 WIP's) but i did leave some mysteries in the story that would be resolved if there was a part 2 to try and motivate myself to complete it lol.

PART 2

#giant/tiny #g/t #gt community #gt art #giant tiny #g/t writing #size difference #gt #gt fluff #sfw gt #g/t fearplay #g/t art #g/t fluff #borrowers #gentle giant #gentle gaintess #sizetumblr #shrinking #shrunk

[dmc-brainrot]

The Devil in my Eyes (part 3)

Dante (DMC5) x reader

warnings: young! reader (late 20s), slow burn (there's nsfw in this one though), virgin! reader, human! reader,  gender neutral! reader (no pronouns are used), size difference, smut (minors DNI), fingering, unprotected sex, cumming on body

summary: Dante comforts you after your emotional outburst in a way you didn't expect to enjoy so much

word count: 2.5k

chapter 1 | chapter 2

>> AO3 version

a.n: I'm very very embarrassed to share this, I never wrote sex scenes before and I'm also sick, so if you see the tenses changing from past to present please forgive me I have a fever and couldn't sleep so I finished writing this.

(requests open)

You didn’t know what exactly came over you but both your lips were touching. Something stupid Dante said, a silly laugh shared between the two of you, and then... a kiss. You and Dante kissed for a good while, it wasn’t rough or strange, it was... sweet and gentle and it made you feel different. Once you pulled away from one another, you simply stared at him with what could be interpreted as a surprised expression.  Dante looked back with a smile.

“I-“ You began, but your tongue seemed to be stuck in the back of your throat. You didn’t know who kissed first, if it was you, or him, or maybe both at the same time. You didn’t know what to say, if you should apologize, or play along, or just stay quiet... regardless, you ended up staying quiet like an idiot.

“I think we both know what we want right now” Dante spoke before you had the chance to. “Don’t think too hard about it, okay?”

"Dante-" You tried to object, but it was fruitless. He was kissing you again and you couldn't resist his lips against yours. You were so nervous. What was going to happen? Were you two seriously doing this?

Dante kissed you a bit more passionately this time, his hands finding their way around your waist and slowly but surely pressing you down against the couch you two were in. You could feel the weight of his body against yours and you struggled to figure out what to do with your hands. You eventually settled into holding the back of his head, as he maintained your kiss for a while longer.

Once he pulled away again, your cheeks were flushed red and you stared at him with an indescribable expression. A mixture of desire, fear, insecurity, anxiety, you couldn't tell. Once more, he seemed to take note of it, and smiled.

"If you want to stop, you can tell me" He spoke.

"I-" Words failed you. Did you? Part of you wanted this to happen, while another was afraid of what'd happen afterwards. Would things be different? "....I want this." You finally said, albeit soft and weakly.

That was enough for him. He leaned back and took off his shirt, tossing it aside and exposing his figure. Your mind couldn't help but go back to the vision you had of him the night before, when he was laying on his bed in full display. Your cheeks warmed up at the thought.

"I'll take off yours now, okay?" Dante asked, and you nodded slowly, before feeling his large hands reach down and remove your shirt, tossing it aside as well. You could feel his gaze on you and on your body and there was nothing but pure amusement in his face as he took in your figure. You couldn't help but feel shy.

Next thing you know, he's leaned down on top of you, feeling your skin and using his hands to grope you gently, going to your sides and rubbing them softly, making you gasp. You squirmed a little under his touch, not because you wanted him to stop, but because the sensations were almost overwhelming to you.

Dante let soft kisses against your skin, your chest, your stomach, until he reached the rim of your pants, making you shudder in reflex. Once he got there however, he leaned away and sat up, holding you by the hips now and spreading your legs a little, fitting you underneath him.

"Do you want to move somewhere more comfortable?" Dante asked in a quiet tone, you could feel the hair on your body stand up by the way he sounded.

"Please...?" You asked softly, and again, it was as if everything you said was an order Dante was more than happy to fulfill.

He picked you up and carried you upstairs to his room, opening the door with his foot and entering.

His room wasn't anything impressive, it looked just like yours except with a TV and some trash around tucked away in the corners. He placed you on the bed gently and didn't waste time getting on top of you and kissing your neck. A small sound escaped your throat as he kept going, his scruffy beard rubbing against your skin as his lips marked your skin.

You weren't this kind of person. You never did this with anyone, and even your ex of 2 years got fed up with your attitude. So why him? Why were you willing to do this with a man you've only met a few days ago?

Despite the attention you were receiving on your body, your mind wandered and made you feel guilty. Did this make you a slut? Nobody would know about it...but deep down you kind of felt like one.

Dante pulled away, using one of his hands to turn your face towards him.

"What's wrong?" He asked, making you look back.

"N-Nothing's wrong." You respond shakily.

"You're tensing up... " Dante spoke, one of his hands caressing the side of your leg up and down. "Nervous?"

"....Yeah..."

"I'll take it easy, okay?" Dante reassured, kissing your forehead, but before he leaned back, you wrapped your arms around his neck a little.

"....Do you think I'm a slut?" Your voice came out like a whisper, but made Dante stay in place.

"...Why would I think that?" He looked back at you with his icy blue gaze, hands now resting beside you on the pillow.

"...Because we've known each other for only a couple of days and... we're already doing this" You sheepishly responded, looking to the side before meeting his gaze again.

"...Ah... I see." Dante pulled away, sitting up so he could look at you better. "Do you feel bad for your first time being like this? Is that it?"

"N-No! I mean... well, I never pictured it'd go like this before, but... I don't know"

"...It's fine, do you wanna stop?"

It was almost humiliating how open minded and relaxed Dante seemed about everything that ever happened. You practically living there, your tantrum, the fact you suck at absolutely everything, your lack of experience, and even this... Did he not get bothered?

You looked back at him and bit your lip. You were always like this... so insecure, so unsure of things, unable to take the initiative and simply letting things happen, letting people get to you and not the other way around. You were sick of it.

You weren't a child anymore, you were a free person, no strings attached, and Dante was right here to make you forget about everything at least for one night.

"No." Escaped your lips. "I want you, Dante."

Dante smiled, showing his teeth, and you could see his sharp canines poking out from his lips. He leaned down again and with a swift movement removed your pants, tossing them aside along with your shoes and your socks, leaving you just in your underwear.

There was a visible size difference between you two. He was massive, not only in size but in muscle as well. You felt small underneath him, but it felt thrilling as well.

He kept on loving your body, groping and rubbing some sensitive spots throughout you with his hands, while using his lips to plant kisses across your skin. Every time his lips and warm breath reached the rim of your underwear you felt a shiver going down your spine, making your back arch softly.

You could feel your body warming up at the sensation he was spreading throughout your skin, and soon, his lips met yours again. You felt his weight against you and how firmly his hands held you by the hips, and you wrapped your arms around him again to pull him closer.

Your kisses were more passionate now, despite you being a little sloppy he didn't seem to mind. He opened his mouth and waited for your permission to go further, which you allowed to happen, your tongues swirling together as small sounds escaped you.

You were getting really hot and bothered with all of this attention, and you could feel Dante was getting rather excited as well. He bucked his hips and grinded against you, and you could feel his cock rub against you through the fabric of his pants. The feeling was exhilarating, and you couldn't help but shudder at the thought.

After some sloppy tongue kisses, he pulled away to breathe, and your gaze wandered automatically to the bulge that had formed in his pants. You felt absolutely dirty doing this, and the sight only made it worse. But you couldn't tell if you were regretting agreeing to this, or if you were excited to do something you've never done before.

He unzipped his pants and removed them with some difficulty. He seemed almost impatient to get them off of him. You giggled a little as you watched him struggle, and you could swear you could see him blushing a little, a smile coming to his face.

"Don't laugh, hold on" Dante smiled, finally able to remove his pants and also his underwear, exposing his form fully to you now.

Your cheeks were also dusted red upon the sight. You wondered thousands of things, but you were too shy to share your concerns out loud.

"Alright, now for the fun part~" He smirked, leaning down and removing your underwear at a slow and teasing pace, sliding it down your legs before tossing it aside as well. He could see you were already pretty excited.

He took out some lube from the nightstand beside you and put a little bit on his fingers, rubbing them against your entrance before pushing one finger in.

The sensation made you arch your back almost instantly, and your breath got stuck in your throat. You felt his finger move and your eyes could barely stay open. You don't even notice when he sticks another finger in and begins to move.

He notices your expression and can't help but stroke himself as well with his free hand, continuing to work his fingers in you for a few moments longer before removing them. 

You try to recompose yourself but before you could even breathe, the tip of his cock was already rubbing against you. You closed your eyes tight, expecting something that never came. You opened one of your eyes and look up at him.

"Dante...?"

"You look so scared... can I really do this?" Dante smiled, holding you by the legs and lifting them up until they reached your shoulders.

"Ah...Y-Yes....sorry"

"Don't apologise. If you wanna tap out at any time, just tell me to stop"

You nod... just by the position you're now in you feel like quitting. This was so embarrassing, he could probably see all of you from where he was sitting. God. You cover your face with both hands but feel Dante kiss against them.

"I want to see your face" he whispered in a raspy tone against your hands, making you shudder and slowly uncover it. He's right in front of you and you can feel him rub against you.

"D-Dante-" You whimper, and see him smile, before thrusting himself inside.

Your vision whitened almost instantly, once more your breath feels stuck in your throat and your whole body tenses up. There's a burning and stinging sensation spreading throughout your body originating from your lower region.

He didn't move, watching the range of expressions and whimpers you were showcasing to him as you adapted to the current situation.

You could feel Dante slowly pull out, inserting himself inside you once more, this time a bit gentler, making the pain  be slightly subdued by the friction. You could also hear him whisper against your ear 'relax, it's okay' over and over and kissing away any tears that developed in your eyes.

"Let me know when I can move" Dante whispered, gently rubbing your thighs as he still held you up.

"O-Okay...." You whimper, small tears still filling your eyes.

You try to control your breathing and relax... it takes a while but you eventually give Dante a nod for him to move.

The feeling that comes afterwards is ultimately euphoric. He leans himself closer to you, your legs resting against his shoulders. He holds your hands and intertwines your fingers together, pressing them both against the pillows, and with this action you feel him slipping further inside your body.

You moan, as if completely forgetting this had been painful a second ago. He holds you down the bed firmly, as if you could slip away at any second, and thrusts inside you. His hips move and with every thrust a new sound escapes your lips, which seems to only excite him more.

The only sounds in the room are both of your moans and the sound of him thrusting himself into you, but you're so overwhelmed by the pleasure you don't hear anything really. Your eyes are barely open and you notice his expression... He seemed to be trying to keep himself together. You wonder why, but you also didn't care that much. He's biting his lower lip and you can see red tinting his lip where he's biting it. There are deep groans that escape his throat that make him sound like an animal, trying to keep himself tamed.

You didn't know how to properly process this but there was something building up inside your lower stomach that made the situation even more euphoric.

Dante could feel your body tensing up occasionally based on his thrusts, your insides squeezing him and it was getting harder and harder to keep things at an easy pace for you. You noticed this as he began to quicken up the pace and tried to reach deeper inside you. You tried telling him to slow down but you were overtaken by the feeling of him inside you.

His groans got more animalistic with time, and he could feel himself growing closer to his end. You could feel it too, and you couldn't even make any more sounds at this point as he reached a spot that felt way too nice. His thrusts get slower and deeper as he is reaching his climax, and you're a whimpering mess underneath him as you reach yours.

With some final thrusts, you feel him pull out and a whimper escaping you as he does, not used to the sensation. You opened your eyes afterwards to see him stroking himself, and soon enough climaxing over your lower stomach.

You were breathing deeply as he lowered you from him and laid next to you, catching his breath as well. You have no words, you can only try to gather your thoughts as you feel lightheaded and a bit nauseous.

"Dante..." You managed to whisper, looking back at him with a weak and tired gaze.

"Just relax...I'll clean you up in a bit" He reassured you, caressing your hair and kissing your forehead.

For someone who said previously he only did casual hookups he was being awfully caring... You wondered if there was something more to him that he wasn't telling you...

Before you could ask anything however, you felt your eyelids grow heavy, and you succumbed to sleep.

#dmc dante #oc x canon #dmc5 #dmc dante x reader #dante fanfiction #dante x you #dante devil may cry #dante sparda #dante x reader #devil may cry fanfiction #devil may cry #fanfiction #canon x reader #dmc fanfiction #dmc dante (dmc5) x reader

[daemour]

The Corporal's Wife

Pairing: maybe Mingi x f!Reader, past Jongho x f!Reader

Word Count: 2309

Warnings: Mentions of war, mentions of death, that's all

Genre: Angst, fluff(?)

Summary: You're still hanging onto the hope that your husband, Corporal Jongho survived the war, but with six years and not a peep from him, you're starting to lose hope. When a mysterious young man turns up at the cafe you frequent, your days of quiet sadness may be coming to an end

TY to @sanjoongie for helping me choose a title lol <3

also if u want a sequel with what happens with yn and mingi lmk

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After the war ended six years ago, you visit the café in front of your house daily. Perhaps it’s fruitless to hope, but you don’t know what you’d do if you stopped believing.

Your husband’s body was never found, and some days you wish they’d never told you that so you wouldn’t have a reason to stay in the same town you’ve always been in. Maybe you should attempt to move on, but there’s always a lingering feeling of guilt if you even think about it.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the chain in front of you scraping the floor. “Do you mind if I sit here? All the tables are full.”

A tall figure in a plain shirt stands before you, a large covering his hair and eyes. Warning bells sound in your head but against your better will, you shake your head. “Go right ahead, I don’t mind,” you say, gesturing to the empty seat. “May I ask your name?”

The man hums. “Mingi. And yours?”

“I’m (Y/N). What brings you to this town? I’ve lived here all my life and haven’t seen you around.”

Mingi’s lips pull upward into a small smile. “Hm. That’s a private question ma’am, but I’ll answer it if you limit your questions to one a day.”

You cock your head to the side. “You’re awfully sure that I’m that invested in a stranger’s life,” you respond cooly.

Mingi laughs hard and you can’t help but notice his adorably crooked teeth. “Fair enough. I’mm answer your question in good faith. I’m here to live a more peaceful life. Better?”

Your brows furrow. “More peaceful life?”

“Ah-ah-ah,” Mingi sing-songs, shaking his head with an amused smile on his face,” next question is for tomorrow.”

You gape at him but all he does in return is tip his hat and offer a smile before getting up and leaving. He intrigues you, and you are always in the café in the afternoon, so maybe you will take that offer. With a shake of your head, you return to your usual cup of tea and the book that had laid forgotten on the oaken table.

-

“You’re back!”

“You sound too pleased about that,” you grumble as Mingi takes a seat in front of you once more. “I usually come here around this time anyway, it wasn’t because of you.”

Mingi chuckles. “Still, you’re here. So I’ll let you ask another question.”

You sigh, but you can’t lie and say you aren’t even a little curious about this strange man who sits with you. “How old are you?”

Mingi smiles. “Safe question. I’m almost thirty, turning in four months.”

You cock your head. “You look young for your age. In fact, you’re actually younger than my husband,” you laugh quietly, looking down into your teacup. “You would have gotten along.”

Mingi hums, voice low in his throat. “Is he not living here with you?”

You shake your head, your breath catching in your throat as you try to avoid the subject. “Ah, he’s not here at the moment, it’s just me in this town.” You offer Mingi a weak smile. “Please excuse me, I must head home and finish some chores.”

Before he can say anything in response, you book it out of the café. You don’t want to face the truth just yet. You check the road before crossing it in a hurry to get to the safety of your empty house.

As you catch your breath just inside the wooden door, your eye catches the last picture you took with your husband. Jongho smiled so peacefully in the picture, with you standing right by his side and a matching smile on your own face.

Tears well up in your eyes and you rip your eyes from the picture. You cannot continue wallowing in your overwhelming love for him, but are you truly ready to move on? As the wetness blurs your vision, you kick off your shoes, stumbling towards the kitchen.

He’s more endearing than you had thought, with his bright smile and warm laugh. You’re getting more attached, you can feel it in your heart. You don’t know if you’re ready to handle the feelings that come with it, but you cannot dwell on that now, not when you’re just getting to know him. Maybe it’s just platonic.

You take another deep breath and fumble for the cabinet where Jongho kept his whiskey. You need to calm down.

-

“I’ve realised…” you start to voice the thought that had been plaguing your mind for the past few weeks. Although you’ve known Mingi for only three months, you’ve grown to enjoy his company and the insightful answers he offers of himself. However, one thing had been sitting pretty in your subconscious. The tension in your gut will not go away until you get your answers. “Why don’t you ask questions about me, Mingi?”

“...What?” Mingi asks, noticeably stiffening and pulling his hat further down his face. “What do you mean?”

“Well, we have his whole system of me asking you questions, but you never seem to want to get to know me. Why is that?”

Mingi sighs. “I suppose I can’t continue hiding. But here is not the place. Take a walk with me, (Y/N)?”

Your eyes widen You’ve only known Mingi in the comfort of the café. Although it is trivial, it feels like a big step to by anywhere but here with him. And yet, he’s still waiting patiently for your answer. “Okay…” you whisper, slowly standing and brushing your long skirt off. “Where to?”

Mingi smiles. “Not far. There’s a park a few blocks away.” You know that palace all too well—your husband proposed there. If that is your destination, you’re less worried.

The walk doesn’t take too long—Mingi’s stride is long and you practically scuttle after him. The park is just as nice as you remember, with a few couples milling about. He leads you to a pavilion and before you even have a chance to catch your breath, he starts to speak.

“To preface, I was a soldier in the war almost six years ago,” Mingi says slowly as if trying to choose the right words. “I was stationed in Inhon City. Sound familiar?”

The name tugs at your memory but you can’t recall it. “Not really…I’ve heard of it.”

Mingi sighs, pulling off his hat, and you gasp at the sight of zig-zagging scars decorating the upper half of his face. “Jongho was my commanding officer. I’m sure that name is familiar.”

“Jongho…” you whisper. “If you’re looking for him, he’s not here, I’m sorry.” Your voice sounds foreign even to yourself. You don’t know how Mingi knows your husband or their history, but if he’s here to kill you, he won’t get any satisfaction out of it.

Mingi shakes his head, pity in his eyes. “I know. That’s why I’m here. He loved to talk about you, you know.” Your eyes tear up “That’s why I never really had to ask about you, although it would have gotten suspicions off my back.” He smiles bitterly.

Your brows furrow. “What do you mean by that?”

“He’s dead, (Y/N).” Mingi smiles sadly, but you shake your head.

“No.” Your voice is quiet as if it would shield you from Mingi’s words. “He’s not.”

Mingi takes a step closer to you, almost reaching out to comfort you but deciding against it. “(Y/N), he’s been gone for six years. Do you really think he wouldn’t have found his way back to you if he was still alive? Jongho loved you. He wouldn’t want you to waste the rest of your life waiting for a man who couldn’t come back.”

You shake your head once more, but deep down, you know what Mingi said was true, even before you had met him. “His body was never found, Mingi. Please leave me alone,” you hiss, perhaps hoping your anger would reverse time and you never would have met this tall stranger. And Jongho wouldn’t be gone.

“(Y/N),” Mingi starts to say, reaching out for you, but you take a step back.

“I want to go home.”

Mingi frowns, retracting his hand. “At least let me walk you home,” he offers but you shake your head.

“What, you want to know where I live?”  The harsh words come out against your better judgement and Mingi flinches. “Oh, wait, you probably already know my address.”

“That’s unfair,” Mingi frowns but you shake your head.

“That’s unfair, but you getting to know me from a lie isn’t?” You raise an eyebrow and Mingi cowers.

“It wasn’t a lie…”

You glare at Mingi’s sorrowful voice. Like he has a right to sound so pitiful. “A lie of omission is still a lie, Mingi. Just…please leave me be. I need time.” He finally acquiesces and you escape back down the path.

You don’t know why you’re so affected but his words sent a sharp pain into your heart. Deep down, you knew that Jongho was not going to return after the first two years, but you needed that hope to keep you going. You don’t know what you’d do without the idea of Jongho returning. You’ve waited for so long that you don’t know if you could ever move away.

With a sob, you slam your front door shut behind you and fall to the ground. The last time you cried was when you heard the news of Jongho missing. All the pent-up frustration and sadness are finally being washed out of your soul.

In a way, it’s refreshing, but there are so many conflicting emotions that you don’t know what to do but to let it all out. As you wipe your teary eyes, you look over at a picture of Jongho’s siblings hung on the wall.  You hadn’t seen them since Jongho’s parents’ funeral which was right before the war started. Maybe they could offer insight.

With a last wipe of your eyes, you head to the study to call ahead and ask to visit. You know they won’t mind, but it’s the polite thing to do, and maybe just talking on the phone will help ease your worries.

-

A few days later you’re currently in the midst of packing for when you finally go to visit your in-laws as they graciously invited you to stay for the weekend. However, a knocking on the door interrupts your task. “(Y/N), can we talk?”

Your body stiffens at Mingi’s voice. Why is he here? You knew you shouldn’t leave without telling him where you were as you would have felt bad otherwise, but you were planning on asking the café owner to pass the message on, not to confront Mingi directly. “No.” You hate how shaky your voice is, and Mingi can hear the uncertainty.

“(Y/N), please.” You bite your lip as you stomp over to the door to give Mingi a piece of your mind.

“Mingi, I told you to please leave me alone,” you start to scold but stop short as you swing the door open and see Mingi’s face. His eyes are red and the dark circles under his eyes invoke regret in your chest. His hair is a mess as he holds his hat, turning the brim round and round in his hands.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry,” Mingi says, his eyes downcast. “I didn’t want to keep it from you, but I didn’t want to bring it up on our first meeting and just…never got around to telling you. The more time passed, the more worried I got about bringing it up. Jongho may have been my commander, but he was also my friend. I’m so sorry, (Y/N).”

You close your eyes to try and stall the tears. “Mingi…I’m not mad. Maybe I was back then, but I understand now.” Your words are thick with emotion.  “I wish you told me before but I can understand why. I just…do need some time. It’s hard to not want to wait for someone I’ve been with for over ten years.”

Mingi nods. “I understand. I just couldn’t wait any longer before apologising. I should have told you sooner.”

You shake your head. “Don’t worry, Mingi. I don’t hold it against you, bubt I need to finish packing. I’ll be visiting my family for a few days, but we can talk more when I get back, okay?” You offer him a smile which he returns, albeit shakily. “Thank you again for coming to chat.”

With a nod, he turns away and replaces his hat on his head. You watch his back as you feel a tightness in your chest at seeing him leave. “Mingi!” You call after him, and he stops in his tracks. “Would– would you like it come with me?”

He turns back around, confusion evident in his eyes. “Me?”

“Yeah. I’m visiting my brother-in-law and his wife. I’m sure they’d be happy to meet one of Jongho’s friends.” Mingi’s lips twitch and you fear you’ve gone too far. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, sorry. I didn’t even ask if you were busy. I just…thought you might like it–”

“I’d love to,” Mingi cuts you off. “Thank you for inviting me, really.”

You tilt your head. “It’s no issue, really. Would you like to come in and have a cup of tea? I’m almost finished packing and we can leave soon after.”

Mingi nods carefully. “Thank you, (Y/N). Really.”

You get the feeling he’s thanking you for more than just tea, but you won’t point it out. Instead, you just open the door wider to let him in. It’s time for you to let Jongho go, and maybe Mingi will be the one to fill the void left in your life.

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[blackwidow-bby]

Alcina request! Female reader getting really sick, bedridden and in pain and Alcina having to deal with that and explaining to her daughters that reader might not get better.

I legitimately cried while writing this, I hope you can forgive me lol

Warnings: super sad, illness, main character death

It had been weeks now since Alcina’s partner fell ill. She had been spending all of her night while you slept, in her library searching, reading for what could take you out of your slumber and bring you back to her in full health. All of her experimenting fell fruitless. She had administered potion after potion, multiple concoctions of salves and soups and medicines in hopes that you would finally wake.

Your breathing was heavy and wheezy with every exhale. As if you were struggling to push every intake out. Then there was the incessant fevers. Alcina would spend long sleepless nights in an attempt to keep the fevers at bay, and stop the sickness from taking you away from her for good. Her work began to falter, she simply couldn’t do both, work and take care of her love. So she settled for the latter.

After the first month hurtle, Alcina’s faith began to waver. Her trust in finding a cure waned, into a smoldering fire. Her attempts at finding a proper medicine became fewer and far between. Her determination grew lesser. Alcina now sat at her desk in her office with hands carding haphazardly through her hair. She had long ago given up on appearances. Now she only thought of whether she should give up the fight now or keep going with little to no positive outcomes. Her middle child, Cassandra cautiously entered the space, standing by the cracked door.

“Do you think she’ll ever get better, Mother?”

“My dear, I think you should tell your sisters to come here.”

As if they had been listening in the whole time, Bela and Daniela’s flies formed their solid states into the room. All three of the daughters kept their heads down awaiting what their mother would have to say. Alcina herself couldn’t even pick her head up to look at them as she continued to speak.

“My love has still not awaken and my attempts at freeing her from her illness have remained unsuccessful. In my trying to find a cure, it seems as I have failed to be a mother to you girls and for that I am truly sorry. You girls mean the world to me and so does my partner, but things only continue to get worse. Her fevers come back closer and closer between every lifting and it is getting harder to make her body’s burning go away. I think it is time.”

All three girls looked up to their mother at that moment. All sets of eyes watery with tears about to be shed. They knew their mother loved them without having to be shown, they knew she had only been trying to revive their mother’s partner and only wished to assist in finding the cure she desperately craved for her heart, but hearing her finally break in turn made them break as well.

“We should take these final moments to be with her before she parts. I want her to know that she wasn’t alone even if she is unconscious for the rest of it.”

The three girls rushed to their mother, taking her into all of their embraces. Alcina finally broke, the tears came down at full force. Parting with someone she loves is never easy but at least she’ll be left with the feeling of knowing she was loved fully by her partner. The forever growing fondness of seeing her smile and laugh, the way Alcina was held with compassion and spoken to with care and respect. Every lover is different, but her late love with always be remembered for her unwavering devotion to love Alcina through good and bad.

Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela didn’t budge from their mother until Alcina herself lifted up from the desk. Drops of tears left papers in books smudged and wrinkled but she didn’t care about that right now, all she needed was to be by her lover’s side in her final moments of life.

The four Dimitrescu’s heavily made their way to Alcina’s room. The walked seemed so long to get to. A heaviness pushing them away, if they never reached those quarters maybe you would stay alive in some sick Shrodinger’s cat type of way. If they never see the body die, would you even be dead? Despite the weight they all felt, they still continued.

Your body still laidback amongst the covers, surrounded by silks and cloudy pillows, bathed in riches. You almost looked like royalty if not for your still laying body. When Alcina got close she could see the shallow breathing of your chest struggling to rise and fall. Your skin was sickly pale but not a blemish to be seen in sight. Your hair even though greasy, still splayed around your head like a crown. Alcina gently grabbed your hand and pulled it to her soft cold lips. She stayed close by the bedside with her daughters coming to surround her with love and care for their mother’s parting lover.

Alcina’s tears continued to fall as she spoke.

“I will always love you forever in my heart, I’ll remember you everyday of my life. I will do everything I can to keep the memory of our love and happiness alive. I’m so sorry there wasn’t more I could do to save you. I will miss you in every upcoming lifetime. It is time for you to rest your bones, my love. This isn’t goodbye, but I will see once again. I promise.”

You released your final breath of air from your lungs, surrounded by Alcina and her daughters. The matriarch was the first to break, releasing a heartbroken wail for a parted mate, grasping desperately at the sheets with a silent prayer that you'd awake once more and hold her like you used to. But that God no longer existed to Alcina. She knew better than the rest, you would not be returning, not today, nor tomorrow. She would have to go to you. One of these days, she'll follow you.

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[cantsaythetword]

TickleTober Day 1: Stuck (MoonKnight)

~A/N  - TICKLETOBER BEGINS!!!! (if my scheduling is correct it should be 12AM on October 1st)

Welcome welcome one and all!!! To the spooooookiest stories of the yearrrrrrrrr!

*dramatic organ chords*

This is my first year taking part in tickletober so hopefully I have prepped enough and keep on top of all 31 fics 😬 (and maybe some drawings too? Idk)

First up is moon knight !! Lee!Marc, Lee!Steven and Lee!Leyla

- Enoy! ~

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Leyla spluttered out a laugh. "Hello Marc."

There was a grumble in response. The poor man was strewn awkwardly across the drawers in the closet, precariously grabbing one edge of the doorway as the other hand pushed against the back wall. His legs spread with definite instability, feet pushing firmly against the floor to keep himself somewhat upright.

"Did you want to explain this?" She gestured, an amused smirk on her face.

"You know, you could help me up instead of laughing." He said gruffly.

"Yeah yeah just a second," She smiled, pulling out her phone to quickly capture the moment.

After rolling his eyes, Marc released the doorway and reached his right hand towards Leyla's. There was a brief moment where Marc's body lifted, before Leyla let go and he thudded back further in the closet.

"Sorry! Sorry!" Leyla half-laughed in apology. "Here, let me just-"

Leyla grabbed around Marc's waist to pull him up, but pulled her hand back as Marc squealed.

"Leyla- I- uh- don't- let's try-..." He began, but Leyla interrupted with a menacing chuckle.

"Are you ticklish Marc?"

"What? No of- of course I'm not-."

Leyla didn't let the poor man get a full sentence out before skittering her hands around his hip bones. Marc let out a few grunts and huffs before Leyla squeezed.

And that's when the dam broke.

"LEHEHEYLAHAHA!" Marc begged, voice raising almost a full octave to match his helpless cackles. "PLEHEHEHEASE!"

"Awwww isn't this cute!"

"NOHOHOHO FUHUHUCK OHOHOFF!" Marc tried to shout, but it came out as more of a squeaky gasp.

Realising he had no escape, and Leyla certainly wasn't giving up any time soon, Marc had no other choice.

"TAHAHAKE THE BOHODY STEHEHEVEN!" He pleaded to his alter.

"You've got no bloody chance." Steven grinned. "I'm not getting involved in that ruckus."

"STEVEHEN PLEASE!"

"Nope. Sorry mate, you're on your own."

Leyla chuckled. "I guess Steven isn't coming to your rescue? Lucky me!"

She grinned at the now beet-red Marc, letting her hands explore up his sides and prodding each time his laughter increased. This was just precious. The normally stone-faced, hardened assassin was helplessly laughing under her fingertips.

But it didn't last long.

Somehow, in the middle of his ticklish torment, Marc's eyes glazed white. When they returned to their normal colour, a very surprised Steven began giggling in shock.

"Whahahahat?" He stuttered between bouts of laughter. "Mahaharc swihihitch back!"

Leyla paused her assault. "Awww, were the tickles too much for Marc?' She smirked. "Oh well, I guess I'll have to tickle Steven instead until you're feeling bold enough to swap in again."

"Leheheylahaha nononono ihihit's mehehehe!" Steven pleaded as she wriggled her fingers threateningly towards his stomach.

"Oh I know, and by the looks of it you're almost as ticklish as Marc!"

"Mahaharc please come on!" Steven begged, trying to push himself up out of the closet but the awkward angle proved his efforts fruitless.

While the endearing giggles spilling out of Steven's mouth were just that - endearing, Leyla was after something a little more intense (both in the hopes it would bring Marc back, and to get Steven really laughing). She scanned the body in front of her, and zeroed in.

The moment Leyla's hands touched Steven's knees, he squealed. And a few moments later, the desperate british laughter diminished.

"Oh screw you." Mark glared to himself (well, to Steven), but his face soon morphed to a face-splitting laugh as Leyla squeezed a little higher on his legs. "NONONONONO!"

"What Marc? Thighs a bad spot?" She teased, quite enjoying the show of both boys swapping into worse and worse ticklish spots.

She moved to Marc's armpits (albeit an awkward attempt as she had to lean further into the closet), he thrashed and begged until Steven was pulled forwards. When she slunk her hands further upwards towards Steven's neck, it didn't take much pleading and high-pitched bubbly giggles for Marc to be dragged back out again. Then it was ears, then sides, then hips, then calves.

When Steven left the body (because his calves were just too damn sensitive), Leyla grabbed Marc's two legs in her arms and flexed her fingers near his feet. The poor man was too exhausted to even plead with her.

Each swipe of he fingers along the length of Marc's foot brought him closer and closer to absolute insanity. His laughter was almost silent at this point, head thrown back and arms covering his face.

With a final squeak of desperation, Marc's eyes glazed white. But it wasn't Steven who came forward.

And all it took was one word in a thick Spanish accent for Leyla to take of sprinting out of the room.

"Corre."

~A/N - 'Corre' is meant to mean 'run' in Spanish I'm so sorry if I got it wrong feel free to correct me in an anon or something ^^ ~

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[cranekarateacademy]

Kata: The Heart of Karate

Many newly developed forms of self-defense / combat sports de-emphasize or outright attack traditional kata’s applicability in modern times. This viewpoint is simply not true and reflects a general lack of understanding of kata, how to practice it, and why we practice it.  

Kata truly is the heart of karate as it teaches us self-discipline, how to breath, functions as a catalog of all of the techniques of the system we practice, gives us an opportunity to practice outside of the dojo, and finally teaches us the lesson of life-long self-improvement and pursuit of mastery.  Kata polishes the mind, spirit, and body all at the same time.  

Kata is not meant to be taken linearly.  As you practice, break down the specific sections and explore how each of the groups of movements can be applied.  Watch videos of MMA bouts and note how often you’ll see the techniques from kata (sloppily) applied - it is often.  There are only so many ways the human body can (or maybe can’t!) bend.

Another thing to consider - having a deep mastery of a few kata is much more important than having limited knowledge of many.  For example, Motobu Chōki famously focused his training on kumite (fighting), makiwara practice, and the Naihanchi kata (though he also taught Wanshu, Seisan, and Passai katas). He had mastered the Naihanchi system and became famous for being one of the finest fighters on Okinawa (and to a degree, Japan).  

Additionally, it is important to know that karate was not created with as many kata as exist in each system today.  Rather, individuals learned and taught a small number of forms that were complimentary.  As students studied under different masters and learned the forms those masters practiced, the number of kata in each system grew.  However many kata you know, you should have 3 forms that you consider your own and work to deeply understand.  These will become the foundation of how you respond to an attack.  Also know that certain kata naturally go together and inherently represent full systems of fighting.  For example, the three Naihanchi kata represent one full system of fighting. Wanshu, Ananku, and Seisan are another full system. And so are the Pinan katas.

In Okinawa’s oral and written history, there are many stories that teach lessons on karate.  I’ve included three here that are particularly poignant and worth reading.

Story 1: In karate, one does not make the first move

The basis of kata is in the concept "Karate ni sente nashi," literally translated, "In karate, one does not make the first move”. All kata begin with defense and end with defense. The kata instills the belief that the true karateka never strikes first, and never strikes in anger.

During the Satsuma occupation of Okinawa, a Japanese samurai, who had lent money to a fisherman, made a trip on collection day to Itoman Province where the fisherman lived. Unable to pay, the poor fisherman fled and tried to hide from the samurai, who was famous for his short temper. The samurai went to the fisherman's home and, not locating him there, made a search of the town. As his search for the fisherman proved fruitless, the samurai grew furious. Finally, at twilight, he came across the fisherman cowering under an overhanging cliff. In anger, he drew his sword. "What do you have to say?" he shouted.

The fisherman replied, "Before you kill me, I want to make a statement. Can you grant me this humble request?”

The samurai said, "You ingrate! I lent you money when you needed it and also gave you a year to pay, and this is how you repay me. Out with it, before I change my mind."

"I'm sorry," the fisherman said. "What I want to say is this. I have just started to learn the art of the empty hand and the first thing I learned was the precept: 'If your hand goes forth, withhold your temper; if your temper goes forth, withhold your hand.

The samurai was astounded to hear this from the lips of this simple fisherman. He put his sword back into its scabbard and said, "Well, you are right. But remember this, I shall be back one year from today, and you had better have the money ready.” Thereupon, he left.

Night had fallen when the samurai returned home and, as was the custom, he was ready to announce his return when he noticed a shaft of light streaming from his bedroom through the door, which was slightly ajar.

He peered intently from where he stood and could see his wife sleeping and the faint outline of someone sleeping next to her. He was startled and exploded in anger as he realized it was a samurai. 

He drew his sword and stealthily crept towards the room. He lifted his sword and was ready to charge into the room when the words of the fisherman came to him. "If your hand goes forth, withhold your temper. If your temper goes forth, withhold your hand.”

He went back to the entrance and said in a loud voice, "I have returned." His wife got up, opened the door and came out with his mother to greet him. His mother had his clothes on. She had put on his samurai clothes to frighten away intruders in his absence.

The year passed quickly and, come collection day, the samurai made the long trip again. The fisherman was waiting for him. As the samurai approached his home, the fisherman ran out and said, "I had a good year. Here is what I owe you and interest besides. I don't know how to thank you."

The samurai put his hand on the fisherman's shoulder and said, "Keep the money. You do not owe me anything. I owe you."

Story 2: The morality of karate

After World War Two, during the occupation of Japan, residents of a quiet street in Osaka were startled to hear the cries of men in anger and the anguish of a man in pain. It was early morning.

The people streamed out of their homes to find the source of the commotion. They stopped as they saw seven drunken foreigners beating up a native Japanese. The native was on the ground, bleeding.

"Please help me!" the beaten one yelled.

No one made a move. Japan had just lost the war, and the Osakans were afraid of retaliation from the occupation authorities if they interfered in an altercation involving foreigners. They watched helplessly as the drunks continued the beating.

Suddenly, someone pushed the drunks aside, lifted the badly beaten man, took him to the edge of the crowd and said, "Take this man to a hospital, quickly." Then he turned to face the drunks.

The drunks exploded in frustrated anger and attacked the lone samaritan. They punched and pushed the man around, venting their hostility and outrage on the man they considered a spoilsport. They tried their best to knock the man to the ground in order to kick him, but the man did not go down. He bled from his nose, and a small trickle of blood came out of his mouth. Otherwise, he was unhurt. He stood calmly and watched the seven men pound his body.

"Why doesn't he fight back? It is obvious he can take their blows. They may as well punch an oak tree for all the damage they are doing. They are like children milling around a grown man," the people muttered among themselves.

One by one, the drunks realized that they were not making any headway against this man. They suddenly realized their fun was gone. The man was smiling as if to say, "Now little boys, don't you think the game is over? Go on home.'

The seven stopped punching and slowly backed away from the man. They could not take their eyes off him. Fear set in. They looked at the crowd, suddenly panicked and fled.

The man, who was the recipient of the unprovoked beating by the seven, calmly wiped the trickle of blood from his nose and turned to the crowd. He bowed and calmly left.

In the crowd, a young man who had watched the whole scene, turned to the elderly man who was standing next to him and said, "Sensei, I recognize him. He is a karate sensei. He could have finished up the seven. I wonder why he let them beat on him like that?"

"You saw an example of the morality of karate. He knew the seven would have killed the poor man they were attacking, and he let them beat on him and vent their rage because he could take their blows."

Story 3: Kuwada’s story

The achievement of self-perfection is more important to the martial artist who possesses it than his physical and technical ability.

Kata takes great faith, tenacity and hard work to master. Every time one practices the kata, his first move and his last move remind him of "karate ni sente nashi." It is stressed incessantly. "In karate, there is no advantage in the first attack."

The kata also has another advantage. In sports, there are physical adversaries. Without the adversary, a set of rules, judges and arbitrators, there is no contest.

The kata in itself is a teacher forever. One does not have to go to a dojo except to be under the eye of a sensei whose function is to see that one is going in the right direction.

However, many believe the kata is meaningless, probably because their first exposure to karate was in mere technique and the realm of physical fighting. Where the morality of karate is missing, there is no karate.

There once was such a man. Let us call him Kuwada.

Kuwada had begun martial arts training with the desire of becoming feared by all men. But he soon discovered there was no short-cut to his transformation into a master.

Discouraged by the incessant kata training, Kuwada asked his sensei, "When are we going to learn something else? I've been here for quite some time, and it's kata, kata, kata, every day."

When his sensei gave no reply, Kuwada went to the assistant to the master and made the same inquiry. He was told, "The kata training is to polish your mind. It is better to shave your mind than your head. Understand?"

Kuwada did not understand, and in protest, he left the dojo, embarking on a notorious career as the best street fighter in Shuri. He was tough. No doubt about it. "A fight a night" was Kuwada's motto, and he often bragged, "I'm not afraid of a living man."

One night, Kuwada eyed a stranger walking calmly alongside a stone wall. It irritated Kuwada to see such composure in a person. He ran to the cross section of the road and waited for the man to pass.

When he did, Kuwada jumped out and threw a punch, but the man avoided the blow and grabbed Kuwada's arm. As he pulled Kuwada toward him, the man calmly stared into his eyes. Kuwada tried to pull away, but he could not. For the first time in his life, Kuwada felt a strange emotion-fear of defeat.

When the man let him go, Kuwada ran, but he glanced back to see the man calmly walk away as if nothing had happened. Kuwada later discovered the man was a master of kata; a martial artist who had never engaged in a fight in his life.

He who conquers himself is the greatest warrior. This is the highest of platitudes for the karate master.

#kata #karate #MartialArts #mastery

[kenterwill]

- Who are you?

- Angel.

- How did you get in here?

- Not how, but why. I am the Angel of Death. I've come for you.

- What, already? So early? Why???

is a stupid question. It's just your time and that's it.

- But I don't want to!!! I haven't done so much yet!

- What exactly? Angel asked, sitting down on a chair.

- I was supposed to be promoted after the New Year! I wanted to buy an apartment, a new car, I wanted to go to India! I had so many plans!!!

- Nonsense. All your material dreams are valid only in your material world. When your soul leaves your body, you will forget about them forever.

- But I don't want to die so early!!! Maybe you'll come back later, huh? Maybe we can somehow come to an agreement with the one who is there in the sky? I... I'm going to stop smoking! I swear!

- Don't try to bargain with me, Man! The Angel looked at him sternly.

- Well, please!!!!!! I'm afraid! I don't want to!

- You never want to and are always afraid. But don't you realize that sooner or later it will have to be done anyway? Even if I come to you in a hundred years, you will still never be ready!

- But what will happen to me? I have sinned!

- Do you think it concerns me? It's your right. Free will. You should have thought earlier!

- I was going to... But I didn't know I was going to die so early!

"Ha-ha! What funny people you are! The angel took off his cloak and spread his wings. - Come on!

- No! I'm not going anywhere! I, I didn't even have time to start a family! I don't have children yet!!!

- That's right! Because you haven't even found your other half!

- I didn't have time!

- You didn't try! The Angel said contemptuously.

- God didn't send me.

"You didn't ask him to do that!" The Angel's eyes flashed.

- Was it really necessary to ask? I didn't know!

- Stop clowning around! The day before yesterday, you asked God to stop time in order to catch a meeting! Is the meeting more important than your fate?

- You're right, I'm a fool! But I can still improve! I can't die like this without even getting married, having children!

- How dramatically your priorities have changed! First there was a car, India, and now a family, children," the Angel grinned.

- But you'rewhat is the main thing?

- Yes, I agree. But what if you never find your half? What then?

- I'll find it! I'm sure! I will search!

- And I doubt it! You can't see beyond your own nose! Your whole life will be spent in fruitless search. You'll be hanging around the girls, trying to find your half where it can't be! In the end, you will be disappointed in life, you will get drunk, your friends will turn away from you, you will earn yourself an illness, and you will curse the day you were born.

"My God!!!

- Stop mentioning his name out loud! Angel stamped his foot.

- I'm sorry, but what should I do?

- When a person gets lost, he returns back to the place from where he went in the wrong direction to find the right way, - said the Angel, watching the dance of snowflakes outside the window.

- That's right! I'll do it! I got it!!!

- Really?

- Yes, I will go back to where I was happy! You know, I loved you once. Her name was ............ We met at the institute! She had such beautiful dark hair and eyes full of tenderness, strength and wisdom. There were so many guys running after her! But she chose me. She said she fell in love at first sight. We often left lectures in the park, cafe, library and kissed for hours and we didn't need anyone else! And when I somehow broke my arm, she

took care of me. It was unforgettable! When I had problems, I always knew that I could only count on her, even if I just told her about everything - it was already easier for me! Then everything changed between us, or just at that very moment we didn't have the courage to join hands and resist everything and everything, and instead we broke up forever!

We parted so stupidly, childishly. But I still remember how I promised to love her always, and the saddest thing is that I still love her! We often called back at first, and then somehow everything turned around.

I have my own life here, she has her own! I wonder how she's doing?

Probably got married a long time ago or met a man who adores her, appreciated her and all that she is ready to do for a loved one.She's such a beauty! You know, I'd like to call her. Just to say hello, find out how you are, and wish you a happy New Year! I'll call her now, okay? But there was no one in the room anymore...

[nuravity]

"Don't worry," Izuku said with a smile, "Hatsune came up with a solution. Very soon, Japan will be free from the Baku's influence. Iida came with a ray gun that's spreading the vaccine as we speak."

The Baku robots who were still intact seemed more desperate than usual. It was almost as if the robots were chasing them and running away at the same time. Soon, some Toy robots caught up to them and touched a few of them, making them convert into Toy robots themselves. This made some of the other Baku robots to run faster, only to trip and suffer the same fate.

"No!" the leader Baku robot screamed, "I can't lose like this!! Not again!! This world was mine!! I had full control!! How could I be losing it so quickly!!"

Eventually, all but the leader was purged. In an ironic turn of events, the being who spread fear all over the world was experiencing fear himself as the vaccinated Toy robots surrounded the leader.

"No...!!  Stay back...!! I'm warning you...!!"

The Toy robots just slowly got closer. They knew he couldn't escape, and they knew he couldn't fight back. All it took was one touch from them, and this robot would become one of them and could no longer harm this world.

"Don't you know who I am...?! I am the Baku!! I will haunt all the nightmares of the world!! You can't stop me!! I... I always come back!!"

His threats were fruitless. It was clear he was testified and knew deap down this was the end for him.

"Oh, Mr. Baku..." another familiar voice came out of the Toy robot in front that looked like a cat.

"H... Hikari...?" the lead Baku robot said in shock.

"Not quite," said the Toy Cat, "Like how you are a computer virus given the Baku's form, I am an antivirus given Hikari's form. It's quite sad. Even when you have no way out, you act all high and mighty instead of ask for forgiveness and change your ways. Even though you're responsible for the death of the real Hikari, she hoped that you'd turn from your evil ways. Even though I feel the same way, I was also created to eliminate the threat of the Baku Virus... And you're clearly still a threat."

Despite holding the Baku robots hand in a tender way, as if saying "I'm sorry," the Baku robot leader suffuered the most out of all the Baku robots as it was being purged from the robot body. He resisted as best he could, but eventually, he too feel apart and was replaced with a Toy robot. Soon, some of the Toy robots, including the Toy Cat Hikari was speaking through, began to followed Izuku as he continued to take Ochako back to U.A.

"We will protect you as you go back the safe haven," Hikari said, "None of the Baku robots can harm you while we're around. My sensors indicate that my vaccinated Toy robots have already outnumbered the Baku robots in the city. Aunty Mei's idea is a success."

Izuku chuckled at the fact that an antivirus A.I. calls Mei Hatsune "Aunty Mei."

"Yeah... It was," Izuku said.

What Hikari said was true. The Baku robots couldn't harm them while her Toy Robots were near them. In fact, the Baku robots ran away at the sight of the Toy robots. Hikari usually only needs to send one after them to purge the Baku Virus out of the robots and converting them into Toy robots themselves. Due to this, Izuku didn't need to run anymore. He still walked fast, since he wanted to help Uraraka recover as soon as possible, but he didn't have to waste energy running away since they weren't in any danger anymore thanks to Hikari.

"We're almost there," Hikari said, "I have a Nurse Toy Bear assist Recovery Girl. They'll help Uraraka get better."

Izuku nodded.

"Thank you, Hikari," he said, "You've been a big help to us."

"You're quite welcome," Hakari answered, "Be sure to thank Big Brother, Uncle Bakugou, Uncle Iida, and Aunty Mei as well, okay? Without them, I wouldn't exist to help you."

Izuku chuckled again. Looks like Kat-chan wasn't excluded from the aunt and uncle treatment.

...

Inside U.A., Izuku took Uraraka to Recovery Girl. Just like Hikari said, a Toy Bear robot dressed like a doctor was assisting Recovery Girl.

"Now, let's get you fixed up," Recovery Girl told Ochako, "Tell me where it hurts the most, and I'll use my quirk to heal you the best I can."

"She did?" Ochako asked in surprise and shock before glancing around again. Hikari wasn't anywhere to be seen but what she did see was that indeed. the viruses slowly being cornered by Toy robots.

The leader was obviously panicked as the other viruses were being purged and converted to more Toy robots. But one robot got his attention - one that looked like a cat. And apparently, the cat robot was Hikari herself! And after a heartfelt but ultimately, fruitless conversation, the leader was also purged.

That's when Ochako let out a sigh of relief. "It's finally over!"

And for extra safety measures, Hikari and the purged virus followed Ochako and Deku back to UA and it was reassuring to hear that eventually, all robots would be purged and that UA itself was already safe from the virus.

After Hikari mentioned Mei's invention to be a success and Deku chuckling at her calling Mei Auntie, Ochako spoke up. "Thank you, Hikari. Without you...I don't think I would've made it and defeated the virus."

Deku also thanked her and it wasn't long until Ochako found herself in front of Recovery Girl and a toy bear assisting her.

"I'm mostly okay. Just my head feels heavy a little," Ochako admitted after she asked her where it hurt the most, holding it for a moment.

#anon #answered ask #tumblr desktop is worse than the app #so no icon #also Kat-chan lol

[weirdthinkingdragon]

Our Burning Geo

What started as a Crack ship from maining Diluc in Liyue turned into something more. No, I am not sorry. I am sorry for having this be female-specific when I normally do gender-neutral though. Mostly spoiler-free except for knowing who Venti and Zhongli actually are. 

Too exhausted for full tags so pls read before going further- non/dubcon, oviposition, vaginal, anal, double penetration, oral (receiving), aphrodisiacs/drugging, dragon-like Zhongli, double dick Zhongli

HIGHLY self-indulgent

I was walking with Lumine and Paimon after yet another uncomfortable encounter with Zhongli. Recently, he and somehow Diluc have been acting a bit odd. Diluc has been asking me more frequently to stay around a bit longer on days he’s not so busy. Sure, it could just be that we’re close ever since Lumine came around, but even then it doesn’t stand for how he keeps waving off the fee of my drinks. That’s really odd. Venti usually is upset about it until Diluc always points out he drinks an entire bottle most of the time. 

Then there’s Zhongli which I also keep running into when switching between visiting Liyue and Mondstadt. Mostly for their food in Liyue and to visit Xiangling. He started persistently asking me to have dinner with him at every encounter and acting really gentleman-like in a way that seems odd compared to when Lumine, Paimon, and I first met him. This time the other two were there to witness how he acts. He just finally left after a bit of talking. What surprised me was he didn’t ask for me to dine with him tonight for once in I don’t even know how long. 

… I don’t like the smirk Paimon is giving me. 

She lets out a mocking gasp as soon as she deems him out of earshot. “Can it be? The all-mighty Rex Lapis himself has fallen for you!?” 

I give her a “really?” look. Lumine puts a hand on her face and shakes her head slowly. 

“Don’t want to be rude, but that has to be the dumbest thing I’ve heard you say yet. There’s absolutely no way Zhongli feels that way. Besides, even if he did, both he and I know it wouldn’t work for an Archon and a mere mortal human.” 

She crosses her arms. “Hmph. at least try Diluc then. He loves you as well.” 

A sinking feeling goes through my chest. He’s a great guy and everything, but I’d feel too bad to be around Zhongli then if he really does as well. It’s better to just deny both. Also,

“How in the world would you know that? You haven’t seen him interact with me.” 

She rubs the back of her head sheepishly. “Eh, Venti and even Kaeya can be pretty big on telling others things they see.” I mentally scream at the two. Of COURSE, they’d be so willing to spread rumors to others. Kaeya just to annoy Diluc, and Venti no doubt is still a bit upset that Diluc was so willing to give me a free drink every time I’m there to stay longer. 

“Well, they could be telling you lies. You know how Kaeya is."

Paimon gets an annoyed look. "Right. Like when we first got to Mondstadt,” she immediately switches to more thoughtful. “You know, maybe it was a lie to us.” 

Lumine just shrugs in response when Paimon looks at her for an answer. 

I decided to change the subject. “Anyway, you’re moving on tomorrow? Don’t you think you should tell our friends in Mondstadt before you go?” 

Lumine shakes her head. 

“Well, Paimon knows Diluc is here for the time being. We could tell him and he could tell the other, but they probably already know. He also talked to us before that he’s trying to spread his drinks farther around or something,” 

Just hearing her say that made my whole body tense. In the moment of clarity, I now swear eyes from somewhere are piercing into my soul. Looking around warily turns out fruitless as no one noticeable, much less bright red hair is able to be seen around. It pretty much glows with the rising or setting sun so it would be pretty hard to miss even in a large crowd. 

“Also, it wouldn’t really make sense to leave because before you got here Zhongli told us he got us spots to stay overnight tonight.” 

Oh no. no, no, no! I ca- This can’t be happening. There’s no possible way I can stay comfortably with those two around, especially together. I hate that it makes sense though he’d find a way for them to stay here until they leave across the water. 

They can’t know my inner turmoil. A smile is forced onto my face. “That sounds great. One last night spent together before you go, huh? Was great meeting you.” 

A small frown appears on Lumine’s face. “We were given separate rooms.” 

“O-oh.” I try to play off the disappointment. “Well, at least tonight we can have a last meal, right?” 

“Oh! In speaking of that, Zhongli offered a final meal with all of us and Diluc,” 

By Venti’s drinking problem, is there anything that can possibly make things worse? Ugh. 

“Turns out Diluc is also already aware of how Zhongli is so forgetful about mora. Diluc said he’d bring his just in case Zhongli forgets again,” she becomes sheepish. “They uh, also wanted you along, so Paimon may have told them you’d come.” Great. Just great. Time for what will probably be the most awkward meal in my life. If they would have asked me themselves I would have declined. I bet they knew Paimon would accept for me. 

“It’s also soon isn’t it?”

Lumine nods. I reply with a sigh. It confuses them as to why, but they don’t seem to want to press. 

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We arrive to see Zhongli and Diluc waiting. They’re sitting separately with a chair empty between them, and another on the other side. An empty spot next to it is probably for Paimon to float at. 

“Ah, Y/N. I’m glad you finally agreed to a night to dine with us.”

"Uh, yeah, it’s great,” though it isn’t. Hopefully, they don’t ask me to date one of them now of  all times. "Anyway, you know each other? How did that come to be?” 

“We’ve decided to date actually. Been for a while already. Since I don't drink myself, I brought a few people to try the Osmanthus wine. It was to understand how to make anyone that visits from Liyue have a home reminder if they chose to stay in Mondstadt for a while. Of course, I was given the okay first. It didn't take long to meet Zhongli. ” Diluc replies. 

The two get absolute gobsmacked expressions. “WHAT!?” Paimon exclaims. 

Meanwhile, everything inside me felt like it melted from the sheer relief that was felt at that confession. How it happened I couldn’t care less. That mortal and non-mortal thing can be their problem now. My only question is why am I stuck between them then?

“Diluc is a fine gentleman and has already taught me a few more human ways. He also has multiple types of enemies that would try to go after people he cares about, so it would need to be someone who can easily take care of themself if it came down to it. And who could possibly be better than someone who has fought before with many years of experience?” 

“That makes sense, but won’t the aging thing be a problem?” Paimon questions. 

“We are well aware. Right now it isn’t exactly a priority, however.” Diluc replies. 

Paimon sighs as she looks at me. “Man, I guess I was way off,” she stomps her foot. Well, to the best capability of someone who isn’t on the ground. “Kaeya and Venti DID lie! How rude! That stupid tone-deaf bard!” 

“Tone-deaf bard?” Zhongli has slight amusement hinting in his tone. 

“A nickname she gave Venti or Barbatos, whichever or whatever you decide to call him,” I inform. “By the way, if you two are together, then why am I between you?” 

“Mostly for hiding it at least for now. We decided to stay professional in public. As well as it’s better if the others involved such as the Qixing, Adepti, and the Fatui do not know as of yet.” Zhongli informs. Well, they’re in for quite a possible mess in the future. 

“Jeez. sounds complicated.” Paimon complains.

It stays quiet between all of us for a while while we eat and listen to the storytelling. 

I swear my drink tastes a bit off, but it could also just be from mixing with the food. 

Lumine is the last to finish as we decided to stay for one last story. It was hard to focus on it though from the two still festering in my mind. Did they really just want my company as a friend? Then why did Diluc never offer Lumine a free drink? Something just doesn’t feel right. 

“We should go to bed. I’d like to be ready for tomorrow.” Lumine suddenly pipes up, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Yeah, good night to you. Probably won’t be awake in time to see you off, so good luck on trying to find your brother.” 

She nods and leaves towards where we’re staying. 

I book it from the table down the dock close to the water. Anything to get away from those two, and this is one of my favorite places to be. The rocks right next to the dock are close enough to the water to dip my feet in. It’s one of my favorite things to do and is a calming thing. 

That doesn’t last too long though as a wave of heat hits me like a charging mitachurl. I don’t know what it is, but I keep feeling more uncomfortable the longer I sit here. Ugh, there must have been something wrong with my food. Maybe it was outdated and a new chef didn’t realize it? Whatever it was, I’m sure I can sleep it off. By now the two should have left wherever as well.

I unlock and enter the door to the room. Upon closing the door and taking a few steps forward, my body freezes. What makes me freeze is a familiar black jacket laying on the couch. I immediately try to back up to leave. Somehow the key must go for two different rooms and this is the wrong one. They might want to fix that or someone might get the wrong idea.

Upon taking another step back, an item blocks me and connects with my back, and it definitely wasn’t the door…

I turn around to see Diluc. Fuck, oh archons, he’s probably getting the wrong idea! “Sorry! Wrong door! I was- I was just leaving!” 

He blocks me from getting past and has arms crossed, but he doesn’t seem angry. It’s too hard to read his neutral expression. He reaches an arm behind to lock it. To say that made my anxiety rise is an understatement. 

His tight, white shirt doesn’t leave much for the imagination. The heat in my body flares more and my mind forces itself to run wild with doing dirty things with him. Stop that, stupid mind! 

He grabs my forearm in a gentle yet firm grip and pulls me towards another door in the room. “It wasn’t a mistake.” He opens the door and yanks me to enter the room as well. 

It smells strongly of jasmine, and is only being lit by several giant candles. 

My mind is feeling a bit fuzzy now too. It wasn’t? Diluc hasn’t let go, but glaring, as if daring me to try to run away. 

Zhongli was laying on the bed in the room, noticeably shirtless. It makes my body scream it wants something in me. What the FUCK body!? “So our little geo finally came after all. I was starting to get impatient.” 

They planned this from the start? “What is going on!?” I yell at them. 

“Simple. We still want you as well.” My breath hitched as Diluc pushed me onto the bed, having Zhongli way too easily lift me to straddle his hips. His fingers are much sharper as well. My lower stomach feels like it coils in on itself. 

Wait. Did they?... 

I try to push away from Zhongli with my hands on his bare chest. It did little to help in more ways than one.

"We were starting to think it wasn't going to work. We did give a lighter than recommended dose, after all." Zhongli replied, totally unfazed by my attempt. He moves his legs down, pulls his body and me down, and lies flat on his back. 

"You sure it is?" Diluc asks. 

"For sure. I can sense it."

There’s shuffling behind but I’m too distracted by the hot feeling and Zhongli being pressed against my pussy. I aggressively shake my head. “Well, I don’t! So let me go!” 

They stay silent for a long moment and easily ignore my struggles. Their silence scares me more. Zhongli wastes not a second longer and easily rips off everything I'm wearing protecting my nether regions like paper from his view.

His chest starts to rumble and he takes a deep inhale with his eyes closed. He opens them, and his irises are glowing. They almost seem to be as bright as the candles lighting the room.  

The bed dips slightly from the side, signaling Diluc must have sat on it. He's close enough to feel heat on my bare thigh. He grabs my top clothes and rips them off, leaving my bra. I cross my arms in an attempt to save whatever dignity I have left. 

They both seem like they couldn’t care less. 

Zhongli grabs my legs and pulls me up more to me sitting on his face. I immediately panic and try to get off. I don’t get the chance to as Zhongli gets a firm grip on my legs, and Diluc even pushes his left hand on my left shoulder, keeping me in place. “Wait, what are you-” 

A wet, warm object intrudes into my pussy. My body tries to jerk forward at the surprise, and I almost let a moan slip. My arms uncross.

Diluc takes that moment and rips off my bra by the straps. He immediately grabs my left breast and starts fondling it. The abnormal warmth of his hand feels all the better. 

Fuck, I can’t think. Stop- 

Zhongli rolls and moves his tongue in slow motions, as if savoring the taste. It grosses me out thinking that might just be what he’s doing. 

Don’t stop- wait, I mean do stop! 

He moves his tongue more and finds his way onto my clit. I let out a sound I didn;t even know I could make from it feeling good. Way too good. He stops for a second before attacking it with his tongue with new ardor. 

Diluc’s free hand starts with his palm on my back and he slowly trails downward. My body shivers at the difference from his hand to the rather cool air of the room.  

At least, until I feel an intrusion in my backside. I try to turn to see what Diluc’s doing, but I can’t turn far enough with Zhongli’s grip still on my legs. My body instinctively clenches at the wet, unknown object that starts bending and moving. It’s warm. A finger? 

He stills it, waiting for my body to stop clenching. After a bit, it loosens, but only slightly. Diluc lets out a light sigh as he continues moving, even slipping in a second finger after a bit longer. 

… When did Zhongli’s rumbling chest get stronger? Oh archons, is he having trouble breathing!? But he won’t let me get off! 

Hng, their stimulations are too much! My body feels tighter and tighter, screaming for final release already. 

What finally does it is Zhongli picking up the pace of his tongue movements, and a final slightly firm pinch to my right nipple. 

My body violently convulses after the snapping release finally overcame me. 

Zhongli stops the assault on my clit and pushes his tongue as deep as he can. Diluc stops his hand and pulls his fingers out. 

My breathing is now rather rough. Fuck, what was I thinking before? Why do I want more? My body jolts as Zhongli teases a gentle swipe. 

He then lifts me and puts down by his pen- wait, two!? 

A horrified feeling washes over looking at the DOUBLE large dicks glaring at me. 

He sits up a bit and wipes his face with his arm. He looks behind to Diluc. “Would you like a taste?” 

“I-” Diluc’s voice cracks. He clears his throat. “Maybe next time.” 

“Suit yourself. We will have plenty of time after all.” 

Plenty… of time?” I question. Still slightly out of breath. Why a feeling of impending doom washes over me, it’s unsure. Maybe it’s because my brain is still fuzzy I can’t fully comprehend the meaning, but it sounds normal enough. 

Zhongli rubs his hands up and down my thighs. "I have a way to bind us. All three of us in our own form of… permanent, lifelong contract,” He notices my glance. “Do not worry. Both will not be used for this purpose this time. As for what is planned, It’s a way to prevent aging in mortals. Diluc and I have already been over it. We wish to keep you with us as well.” 

Prevent aging!? I’m not interested in that! “I decline. Not interested in living longer than now.” 

“Sorry, but you’re not given a choice in this matter,” Diluc replies, rubbing his palm on my lower back again, but this time in circles instead of going down. “We have plenty of time to figure out wha to tell others later, but for now, you need to become like him and I.” 

I violently shake my head. “No! I don’t want to!” I instinctively try to get up, squirm, fight, crawl, lean over, anything to prevent their ideas. In response, Diluc quickly grabs my sides, pushing me down, while Zhongli gets a more firm grip on my hips to the point it slightly hurts. He removes one hand and pumps the lower one a couple of times. 

After Zhongli raises it, Diluc pushes me down fully from my sides. Thankfully, it at least didn’t hurt at all. It felt almost too good again with how full it made me. His breathing becomes a bit ragged. “Ah, it ha- it’s been a very long while. I apologize now for not lasting long.” He grabs onto my hips again. But this time as if making sure not to puncture my skin with his sharp nails. 

Diluc slowly edges his penis into my anus and lets out a grunt once fully sheathed. “D-damn, this feels relieving already.” He’s close enough to be right by my ear. His every breath fans out onto my neck. 

If I thought my body felt full before, now it’s almost uncomfortably so, yet it screams for more. Again, I’m disgusted in my body and them for allowing this to happen. 

It doesn’t take long for them to start thrusting. Zhongli’s is calmer, more calculated while Diluc’s are rather feral and grunts with each one. Something about the grunts sets the fire again in my core. 

I keep my hands on Zhongli’s chest for support. 

As time passes and the feeling tightens once again, Zhongli starts losing his composure and starts becoming animalistic as well. Rougher thrusts, even growling instead of the rumbling in his chest. His teeth sharpen, as well as horns start to reveal on the top of his head. Wonder what they feel- 

Zhongli hits a spot inside that reacts way too well, making me let out a noise I didn’t even know my body was capable of. He immediately goes for the spot, almost making me feel like fading out or melting. My fingers grip into his skin as much as they can. He doesn’t notice at all. 

Diluc let’s out a rather large grunt and shoves his dick in as hard as he can. The hot feeling of his cum is noticeable. He pulls out breathing heavily, the cum leaking too. He regains his breath back quickly and moves in front on the rather large bed. 

He looks at the other dick of Zhongli’s, grabs it and keeps fondling and squeezing it. Multiple scars litter over his body now that he’s in front for me to see. The dick is close enough to the other, and wet enough the tip keeps bumping my clit.

It doesn’t take long for the coil to unleash and another orgasm to rip through me. Zhongli lets out a hiss. He slams my hips down. Diluc takes that as the time and puts a hand on each of my shoulders, making sure I stay in place. 

I’m completely helpless and bound to my fate as I feel One small object after another enter me. They force themselves to go in and are rather small. The cum leaks from the first one that’s not fully inside. 

He thrusts several more times, pushing a few more in each time. He’s only slightly out of breath after.

We stay for a few minutes to fully collect our breaths. Diluc looks at the horns now on Zhongli’s head as well. 

Now with my mind a tad bit clear, I never expected my life to come to this. 

Zhongli looks at me with a lovey-expression I’ve never seen him have before. “The egg-shaped geos inside of you now will disintegrate in a few hours, fully making you age like me,” He looks at Diluc. 

I’m too exhausted and many other things to care anymore right now. He pulls me down to his chest and starts to stroke my head. 

It’s soothing enough as well as his calmer rumbling being back that it lulls me into a sleep quickly. That and the warm hand of Diluc rubbing circles again. 

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Ngl not fully proofread. Honestly, Idrk about this one, but I tried. 

For anyone who felt bad or think that I was making this for a "thin reader" of having them easily lift you? Don't be. One's literally a fuckin ARCHON THAT FOUGHT IN WARS. As well as being a dragon and having super powerful abilities. And have you SEEN Diluc's moves in the game? How often he fights? How he uses a claymore with ease and use over years? I'd be more surprised if they couldn't easily lift at least 300. Also, I’m really thirsting for Ayato atm too after FINALLY getting him at the 90 after 70 bucks and grinding for wishes. Worth it. Also got diluc the first fail and had to restart so that’s good at least lol. Ayato the bish really didn’t want to come to me. 

#ovi #tw noncon #yandere zhongli x reader #yandere diluc x reader #yandere zhongli #yandere diluc #yandere x reader #yandere genshin x reader #dragon zhongli

[imagine-a-dream]

Don't blame me

Otto Octavius x female!reader

summary: You are a superhero that takes the job of protecting citizens after the sudden disappearance of Spider-Man. Things do not always go according to plan, but sometimes they turn out even better than you imagined.warnings: SMUT 18+ MDNI, vaginal fingering, dry humping. requested by none other than my thirstword count: 3235AN: You can read it on AO3 as well and there's version in Russian here (idk just in case). Part 2 'Bruises' (flashbacks)

Your back hits the wall with a loud thud, the force of it knocks the air out of your lungs and the world goes dark for just a moment. But you don’t have time to recover; two metal claws immediately dig into your shoulders, tearing the fabric of the superhero suit and the delicate skin under with the ease of a red-hot knife through butter. The cuts are shallow, barely bleeding, and it hurts your pride more than brings you any real damage. The lack of oxygen burns your lungs and you take a deep breath, greedily swallowing the cool evening air.

You snap your head up, and the silhouette of the master and creator of the mechanisms pinning your body, is stepping out of the dark. His regal figure approaches you slowly, if not reluctantly, and his shadow swallows all the light around you hiding you from the whole world. It seems like the darkness comes from within himself.

Octavius stops right in front of you and only by a slight tilt of his head, you realize that he's looking you over.

“Here you are, birdie.” His voice is steady, simply stating the fact. Here you are, indeed.

You can’t see his eyes behind the dark lenses of his glasses, but you just know that they have the same malicious excitement of an animal finally catching his prize after many days of chasing. For some reason, this comparison amuses you. Between the two of you, it’s debatable who is the real prize here.

To be completely honest, you had no desire to break out of the three-fingered paws on your shoulders. Not, when you had their owner right when you wanted him after many weeks of seemingly fruitless flirting. You did wiggle a little, even if just for a show, but other than that you did not make a move to free yourself, arms hanging loosely at your sides. If it weren't for the sunglasses hiding his eyes, you could swear you'd be able to see a reflection of your own, almost sadistical, enjoyment of the current situation.

The light from a passing car illuminates his face just for a few moments, and in the darkness of the alley where this madman lured you in, or more like thrown you down from the top of the near building, your eyes manage to catch a crooked smirk with a slight touch of pride. You want to wipe it off his face with either a sandpaper or your own lips, you're fine with either.

He opens his plump lips, no doubt to throw some witty and clever remark you way, that you will replay in your head for the next few days in the loneliness of your apartment, but this game of cat-and-mouse turned you on so much already, that the next words came out of your mouth before you can even think of it, bypassing any stopping points in your feverishly excited brain:

“Easy, tiger! I do like it rough, you got me here, but maybe buy me dinner first, eh?”

He stops dead in the tracks with his mouth agape, and you don't even try to stop your mouth from speaking your thoughts anymore: “Though we can skip the dinner. With you looking like a damn five-course meal and a dessert… I bet I'll be full enough for the evening.”

You watch the change of expression on his broad face with almost childish excitement. The poor man seems to be so taken aback by this ridiculous and out of place comments that don’t even notice his metal devices unclenching, releasing your rather stiff shoulders from their grip.

If you were a ‘real’ heroine, like the notorious Avengers or X-Men, so almighty and full of honor and dignity, this small interaction would be a part of a distraction plan that would offer you some time to escape or strike another blow to the villain, taking advantage of his confusion… But you were not like them.

You believed that lying to yourself was a bad and useless habit, so you were always willing to admit even the darkest of your desires. And at the very top of this not very long wish-list for the past few weeks was him.

You shoot Otto a playful wink and leant forward, raising a hand as if to cup his face, but the supervillain recoils and takes a step back, almost stumbling over one of his appendages. You find his reaction almost comical and can’t help but laugh out loud. He clearly w as not expecting such a turn of events and the furrowed brows tell you that he’s quite angry with your amusement. He opens his mouth again, but you happily interrupt him once more:

“Aw, don’t pout, Doctor, I am serious! Don’t blame me, though, when it’s all your fault. I mean just look at you, such a tall, strong man and a genius at that. And these tentacles…” With each word, you took a step forward until your palm finds its place on the lapel of his inner coat, barely grazing over the only exposed area of skin. “I can only imagine how useful they can be.”

You grin broadly, noting with pride how even in the darkness of the street you still can clearly see the blush coloring his face and spread further down his neck. It’s even adorable, you think, if you forget about his failed attempt to rob a jewelry store not that many hours ago. That poor security guard must be in great pain with this many broken bones.

Despite the obvious lewd subtext behind your words, the man stands still, only titling his head slightly, and don't make another move. You were foolishly hoping that maybe this way he finally catches on your true intentions, but it seems like the luck isn’t on your side today. You're almost disappointed.

“Shame. Judging by our previous encounter, I thought you would be… braver.”

You click your tongue on the roof of your mouth disappointedly and give his body a dirty look over. Your gaze lingers on his broad chest, slightly glistening in the dim light of street lamps with tiny beads of perspiration all over it. You stare for a few moments longer than the situation requires. And definitely much longer than any norms of decency allows.

You let your covered thumb connect with his skin finally, giving it a gentle whisper of a caress, and breath out dreamily.

“But what a sight…”

“Oh, you little minx.” A barely audible whisper reaches your ears and you find yourself pressed against the nearest wall for the umpteenth time of the evening. You cry out in surprise, digging your fingers into the soft flesh of his chest in an attempt to stabilize yourself. One of his prosthetics quickly snakes his way around your arms, connecting them tightly behind your back, and the other wraps around your legs, completely depriving you of the chance to move and escape their death grip. The devices raise you slightly to Otto’s face level.

With a quick movement of his gloved hand he takes off the glasses, finally revealing to you his beautiful chocolate eyes framed by thick black eyelashes. He narrows his gaze, locking your eyes, and you almost choke on your breath of the intensity of it, feeling more vulnerable than ever. Despite the life-threatening situation, you can't help but notice his pupils dilating wildly and consuming the soft brown, leaving only blackness.

He pulls himself closer, completely covering your body with his own. His chest is pressing against yours so hard that you can feel how each of his breaths pushes you deeper into the wall; the uneven surface of the bricks scratches your back, but it only turns you on more. Your faces are dangerously close to each other, so close that his breath burn your lips, and the tip of his long, slightly hooked nose touches the short hairs on the end of your nose, tickling it.

You take a deep breath through your nose and the bitter and distinct smell of cooling asphalt and gasoline hits your nostrils; somewhere in the back you can hear barely audible-expensive Cologne with a light touch of sweat and metal. The wild mixture of aromas is suffocating, it settles on the insides of your throat like a sticky veil, and your head starts to spin with intoxication. Or is it from the feeling of his hot body pressing yours into the cooling hardness of the bricks? The contrast of temperatures makes the feeling of sweet anticipation spread through the body like wildfire and you shiver against him which doesn’t go unnoticed.

Otto chuckles darkly and tilts his head just so that his lips are barely grazing over the corner of yours now; his nose pokes your cheek right under the edge of the mask that hides the upper half of your face, protecting your identity. You gulp, unable to move from the sudden intimacy of his movements. He ghosts his lips over your face, moving agonizingly slow, until he rises to the very lobe of your ear; to this moment every inch of your skin feels like it’s melting under his touch.

Your eyes screw shut when Octavius presses his lips on the inner shell of your ear. His deep rumbling voice flows into your ear like liquid lava and your body responds with a strong, almost painful, spasm in your lower abdomen.

“You really think you’re ready for me to be brave, huh?”

You find the strength to exhale a stubborn “Surprise me, Doctor.”

His dark chuckle sends a wave of electricity through your whole body. You can feel it traveling from the very tips of your fingers to stop in the pit of your stomach.

“Oh, damn you, calling me Doctor like it doesn’t turn you on just to say it.”

Your brain is so far away that you can’t come up with any sort of at least somewhat believable lie. You just nod, admitting the truth behind his words. And it earns you a very pleased “Bad girl.”

The next moment he sink his teeth into the flesh under your earlobe without any warning and you already feel a bruise forming on the delicate skin. A gasp escapes your lips and his wet, thick tongue slides like a snake over the burning skin, apologizing for the caused pain. Your lower lips are throbbing with desire, walls clenching with only one wish; of him inside, stretching you to the hilt. And you feel almost ashamed, but you push these feelings away, focusing on other, more important sensations.

Otto leaves a trail of wet kisses all the way down to the collarbones and stops only when his lips reach the collar of your supersuit. Soft breeze pleasantly cools your now wet neck and the soft sound of your moan seems so foreign that at first you don’t realize that it comes from your own throat.

“Won’t you look at yourself, birdie. So quiet, so… submissive. I like it.”

He’s cheeky, knowing exactly what en effect he has on you, and you can hear it in his voice, but it doesn’t matter anymore. The tentacles tighten their grip around your wrists and ankles and you hiss at the tug.

"Easy, boys. We don't want to break her yet."

You feel the tips of his fingers wandering around your chest, grazing over it tentatively. They wander over the surface of the suit, drawing obscure patterns on it. The touch is so light it nearly drives you mad and you arch your back to feel him, but he pulls his hand back just in time so you don’t have much-needed attention. You whine pathetically and he shakes his head, disapproving of your impatience.

He then raises his hand as if to cup your cheek but stops halfway and changes the trajectory. You’re about to ask him what is that he’s doing, but the question is stuck in your throat when you see his teeth ever so gently bite into the hem of leather glove on his middle finger.

Enchanted, you watch his hand slip oh so smoothly out of the piece of clothing and it hang empty, captured by his teeth. You let out a choked moan and his small smirk turns into a wide grin. That bastard is clearly enjoying your reactions. He quickly pulls the glove off his other hand and puts them both in his pocket. Not wasting another moment, his hot palms land on your breasts and he squeeze it gently. You groan simultaneously.

The heat of his hands warms your insides more and the flames of desire spread through your body, quickly turning into a wildfire, burning out the last remains of any other feelings but lust. Doctor massages your breasts and lets out a hoarse moan. You lick your lips at the sound, your walls flattering in need of attention. One hand travels carefully from your chest to your stomac; his palm glides down over your body gently, stroking every curve on the way, and stops right above the belt.

He turns his palm so that his fingers face your womanhood, the movement of his fingers tickle your soft stomach and the muscles contract; it gives Otto enough space to snake his hand under the belt inside your pants. He stops abruptly and looks up at you, questioning. But he doesn't need to ask, because at this point you’d willingly do any damn thing to feel him inside of you. Only after your affirmative nod he allows his hand to travel further in your underwear. The other hand moves to the waist, fingers diggint into your love handles.

He reach your pubis and hover over the labia, teasing the swollen lips with a whisper of a touch. You whine, and try to lower yourself in a pathetic attempt to get at least some satisfaction, but Octavius just clicks his tongue and continues the sweet torture.

You can’t take it anymore and despite your better judgment whisper feverishly: “Please… please, please...”

His voice is dripping with smugness when he asks. “Please what, darling?”

“Please!” You raise your voice in despair. “Please… touch me.”

He hums satisfied. “Since you asked so nicely…”

Suddenly his middle finger roughly press on the head of your pulsating bud and your whole body jolts in shock. You groan loudly, voice hoarse and shaky. He exhales loudly and mumbles under his nose, you only hear something along the lines of ‘already’ and ‘wet’, but you don't even think of asking him about it. By this point, you don't care about anything in this world but this man.

His strokes are gentle and slow and it makes your hips thrust on their own accord. Skillful fingers working on you with care for a few more minutes, and in any other circumstances this kind of attention would be a pleasant start, but right now it's too slow for your liking. Your heavy head falls on his shoulder, you whine and writhe under his touch like a bitch in the heat. You feel the pressure building inside of you slowly, but it’s not enough, and in a pathetic attempt to reach your peak faster you squeeze your thighs to press his hand closer to your core.

You feel his body rumble with soft breathy laugh and his chest vibrates under you, stimulating sensitive nipples and making you shudder. Mercifully, he dips index finger fist, and then the middle finger right into your slick opening, thumb taking their place now, rubbing your bundle of nerves. He doesn’t give you any time to adjust to the stretch of his thick fingers and start to move them inside of you. Your breath increases and comes out in short whimpers when he fastens his pace and you hide your face at the base of his neck breathing in his scent.

Even, through the pampering blood in your ears and street noise around you hiding spot you can hear wet sounds of his digits pushing in and out of you in a rapid pace. You think that your moans and heavy breathing can be heard from miles away, but all of the thoughts in your head disappear when Otto angles his palm and insert a third finger and the pressure of his digit on your throbbing bud increases; the pace of his pumping and the force of his hand are so perfect that it makes you see stars.

Your thighs shake from how good he makes you feel. Your leg twitches involuntarily and your knee ends up captured right between his legs and under his crotch. His bulge pokes in your upper thigh, and you feel his huge excitement. The connection makes him groan loudly and his hips thrusts in your leg.

His fingers on your waist tighten harder and you’re almost sure that he’ll leave his fingerprints there for you to remember. You strain your thigh a little and he nearly chokes on his gasp. He pulls into you even closer, squeezing you with his weight as if he wants to merge with you. He rolls his hips once, twice, and it’s not long before he’s humping your leg without a care in the world. He’s pleasuring himself with your body, hips rubbing his member in sync with his fingers thrusting into you, massaging your walls so deliciously.

His low almost animalistic growls pushing you closer and closer to the edge. You're close, so close...

And then the world explodes, your walls clenching violently around him and body convulsing in the world-shattering orgasm; your mouth opens widely in a soundless scream. To prevent the shouting of his name in bliss for every soul to hear, you clench your jaws and your teeth dig into his neck, leaving a dark mark for him to remember. Octavius groans and increases his speed, helping you ride out your last waves of pleasure and chasing his own release.

Your body goes limp on him with a final sob; he makes a few more sharp thrusts and stiffen at last, shaking. His breathy moan gets lost somewhere in the crown of your hair. You stand there for several minutes, breathing heavily. After some time, when your breath is steady and heart is calm, he carefully removes his hand, covered with your fluids, and wipes it on the inner fabric of his coat. He takes a step back and the restraints on your arms and legs loosens, and you almost fall to the ground, legs weak and boneless, but he catch you just in time.

He gives you a few more minutes to recover, hugging your smaller form almost lovingly, until pulling away completely.

“Well, I must admit it was a pleasant turn of today’s events, even if a bit unexpected.”

His upper claw returns his hat, that fell off his head in a fit of passion, to its rightful place. Otto adjusts it to his liking, looks over your ruined suit, and bows in a mocking manner, holding the brim of his hat with two fingers.

“Until next time, Y/n.”

He all but purr and your legs nearly give up from the sinful tone of his voice.

It’s only when his figure disappears in the night streets you realize that he called you by your name. You real one.

“Wait, what the f…”

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#Otto Octavius #Doc Ock #Doctor Octopus #Otto Octavius x reader #Doc Ock x reader #Doctor Octopus x reader #Otto Octavius imagine #Doc Ock imagine #Doctor Octopus imagine #Otto Octavius oneshot #Doc Ock oneshot #Doctor Octopus oneshot #Spider man #Spider man 2 #alfred molina #female reader

[seita]

— mood consequence | m.

pairing : iwaizumi/reader

wordcount : 2.127

genre : fluff, smut, pwp

cw : established relationship

tags : mean!iwa, daddy kink, dirty talk, name calling, degredation, size kink, no prep, clit spanking, overstimulation, squirting, creampie, a bit of aftercare.

note : this is my part of the haikyuu headquarters nsfw server collab!

collab masterlist.

+ summary : your boyfriend is in a bad mood and decides to use you as a source of release.

To the untrained eye, Iwaizumi looked unbothered. But after years of dating him, you could tell something was bothering him. His shoulders were tense and he was sitting straight up in his seat with his hands fisted against his thighs. He kept his gaze trained outside, watching the people pass by on the street with his jaw tense and set. The muscles in his face twitched every once in a while as he listened to the conversation floating back and forth over the table.

You made it a point to ignore him and his bad mood. But you weren’t sure if Oikawa, Matsukawa, or Hanamaki even noticed it.

Prior to leaving for dinner, he had come home in a terrible mood. You reminded him that the two of you promised to have dinner with your friends.

“Why couldn’t you have reminded me yesterday?!” he had snapped, tossing his jacket haphazardly onto the bed, leaving you to quickly pick it up and hang it properly so it wouldn’t get wrinkled, “I really don’t want to go.”

You told him that there were reservations and that it was Hanamaki’s birthday dinner. He continued to complain the entire time you were getting ready, snapping at you when you were a few minutes late to putting on your shoes -- leaving him waiting by the door until you came running down the stairs mumbling apologies.

The entire drive to the restaurant was tense and uncomfortable, leaving him in an even worse mood and only serving to tick you off.

As you sat down in your chair, pulled out by Matsukawa, you decided to make a point of ignoring your boyfriend as much as you could without ruining the dinner for the others.

A few drinks were down and you found yourself laughing and talking excitedly with Hanamaki who was telling you about some job interviews he had lined up.

Iwaizumi watches out of the corner of his eye as you and his friend have a nice time. Matsukawa and Oikawa are lost in their own conversation, leaving Iwaizumi quietly sitting beside the window. For a moment, you forget about the fact he’s angry and on edge - instead listening to Makki talk about his goals.

You completely miss the dark look in your boyfriend's eye as he downs over half of his beer in one sitting.

The ride back home is just as tense as it was there. His knuckles are white as he grips the steering wheel, jaw still set hard as he stares ahead at the road. You choose to ignore it, gazing out the window at the passing scenery.

He doesn’t let you ignore it for long, however. You step into your apartment, shutting the door while he lingers on the stoop, smoking a cigarette.

He bounces on his heels at the cold, free hand shoved into his jeans pockets as he sees you flick on the lights inside. The nicotine does nothing to settle his bad mood.

In fact, the time alone allows him to replay the entire dinner over in his head. From the way you had leaned in to let Makki whisper something in your ear that, for some reason, had you near tears from laughing to the seemingly innocent hand that rested on the pink haired man’s shoulder as you spoke to him. Logically, he knew that you knew nothing by it -- you weren’t attracted to Hanamaki. However, the already bad mood that festered for far too long threw all logical reasoning out the window and he settled on punishing his little brat.

You hear the apartment door open and close, followed by his huffing and muttering as he kicks his shoes off and hangs his coat up properly before making his way to the bedroom.

You hummed innocently, slipping a soft, worn t-shirt of his over your head. you quickly caught him standing in the doorway and you gave him a little smile.

“Are you ready for bed?” you ask, frowning when he didn't respond.

Instead, he worked on stripping himself of his jeans and button-down. His back was to you and he could see the way you watched him in the mirror, eyeing the flex of the muscles in his back as he moved.

“You seemed awfully close with Hanamaki tonight,” he muttered, internally cringing at the words.

You immediately met his gaze in the glass, frowning. The confusion and innocence in your gaze was genuine but it still ticked him off. It wasn't your fault that he was in a rotten mood and looking for a fight.

“Well, I mean,” you shrug, keeping your voice calm in hopes of settling him down, “We’re all friends. It was his birthday, should I have ignored him all evening?”

You giggle, the teasing lilt in your tone finally breaking him. He spun around, taking two long strides towards you before his hand was suddenly wrapped around your throat.

You gasped and looked up at him with wide eyes, mouth agape. The fiery behind his gaze had your own body heating up and you immediately knew that it was going to be a long night.

“I want you naked with your legs open for me,” he hissed, “right now.”

You nodded, quickly yanking your shirt over your head, flushing as you felt the heated gaze on your breasts. You let yourself fall back on the bed, hooking your thumbs into the band of your panties to push them off of your thighs.

As soon as you were naked, you let your legs fall open. He hums, staring at your folds before licking his lips.

You really were so pretty. So soft looking. Already your little cunt was getting wet for him, your folds parting to give him a teasing glimpse of the sensitive little clit and pretty hole he loved to torment.

“Open yourself for me, show me that slutty cunt,” he orders, grinning when you immediately do as you're told.

You lift your thighs, knees pressed to your chest so you could reach beneath them and part your folds with two fingers. Being exposed under his intense gaze had you trembling, but he could see the way your cunt clenched around nothing, drooling slick.

“I wonder what he’d do if he knew you were here with me right now…” he crawls onto the bed, resting on his knees between your spread legs, “spread out like this for me, looking like a little whore. Hm? Do you think he’d like that?”

You whine, watching as he tugs the band of his boxers down to free his cock. It slaps against his stomach, making his body shudder at the feeling. The veins in his arm and hand bulge as he wraps his fist around his cock, languidly stroking himself to the sight of you holding your cunt open for him.

“D-Don’t want to think about him, Daddy,” you whisper, biting your lip, “Only want you.”

He groans at the way the name slides off of your tongue, so sweet and pretty. Your words have him grinning, pride and possessiveness intermingling to drive him forward. He taps the head of his cock against your clit and you gasp at the feeling.

“Is that so?” he asks, teasing. His gaze is glued to your pussy, watching as he drags the head of his cock through your folds - from your entrance up to your clit.

“Oh, Daddy…” you coo, growing lax against the bed as he plays with the little bud like that - stroking it back and forth with the smooth skin of his cock.

“You're so wet, do you hear that?” he asks, humming when he prods your entrance again just to hear the lewd, slick sounds.

“'S all for you, Daddy,” you pant, biting your lip.

He nods, “That’s right, baby. But,” he sighs and begins to prod the little hole, slowly pushing inside.

Your eyes grow wide and you squeal, “Wait! Daddy! ‘S too big!”

He grins, watching your eyes grow glassy with unshed tears at the burning pain of being stretched by a nice, far cock with no prep.

“You pissed me off, baby,” he sighs, “And only good girls get prepped, you know?”

You whine, shuddering as you nod, “‘M sorry, Daddy. But I’m all y-yours. Don’t want Makki.”

He growls, rolling his hips forward to suddenly sink the entirety of his length inside you. You sob, back arching as you reach out and press your hands against his stomach - hoping to keep him from prodding painfully at your cervix.

“Don’t say another man’s name while I’m stuffing your little whore cunt nice and full,” he spits, making you whine out soft apologies.

He thinks you're so cute like this. So submissive, doing anything to make your Daddy happy - even letting him stretch your cunt past its limit. Still, he doesn't want to overwhelm you so he sits still, feeling your walls flutter as you slowly adjust.

His thumb finds its way to your clit and you whine, eyes rolling back as he circles the bud. Your thighs tremble and twitch at the feeling, body slowly relaxing against the bed - letting him know you're okay to take him.

He knows you'll say that little word if it's too much - he trusts you to tell him if you can't do it anymore. So he starts with a rough pace, harshly slamming his hips into yours - pummeling your cervix and making your body lock up in pain but the way he drags against your g-spot has you creaming beautifully.

There's a white ring at the base of his cock, a mess being made from the way your boyfriend expertly works your cunt. It leaves his cock throbbing painfully against your walls.

“Are you going to cum?” he asks, feeling the way you squeeze around him, crying out and sobbing his name.

“Yes, Daddy, please make me cum!” you immediately beg, eyes glossy and teary as you stare up at him.

“Tell Daddy what you need then,” he says, eyeing the way your breasts bounce. He can't resist reaching up to palm one, squeezing the soft flesh in his hand.

“M-My clit, Daddy, please!” you cry, grinding your hips down in fruitless frustration to get what you want.

“This?” he softly brushes the pad of his thumb over the hard, swollen little bud between your folds, “What about it? Want Daddy to spank it?”

Before you answer, he lays a mean little slap against the bud and you sob, the tears finally falling down your cheeks, “Daddy! Please t-touch my clit, make me cum!”

“Aw,” he coos, “Such a polite little girl.”

He takes mercy on you, rolling his thumb over the bud. A quick few circles has you going still. He watches with a lidded gaze, your body going lax while your thighs tremble erratically. Your mouth is open, chest heaving with the breathless little gasps you let out.

After a moment, and a few well-aimed thrusts of his cock, you seem to flicker back to life. Your back arches off of the bed and you squeal, legs kicking as pleasure floods through you.

He’s cruel, almost sadistic, in the way he forces you to ride out the orgasm. He doesn't slow or take his thumb off of your clit, sending you ever higher into euphoria.

You squirt, gushing cum all over his abs and thighs - soaking his cock as you squeal and cry out for him.

“Daddy! Daddy! Ah, pl-please! Please! Daddy!” he can listen to you scream for him all day but eventually, the messy, slick sounds of him stuffing your cunt and the deadly hold your cunt has on his cock has him cumming.

His hips stutter before he sinks completely inside, prodding your cervix and making you cry even harder before he releases - pumping his load as deep as he possibly can.

You’re still trembling and crying as everything comes to a slow end and he sighs, scooping you up into his arms to cradle you close to him. You wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his neck, letting out all the intense emotions that overflowed at the end.

“Shh, my good girl,” he coos, “Daddy is so proud of you, took it so well.”

“I-I don't like Makki, you know that right, Daddy?” you ask, sniffling without bringing your head from the safety of his chest.

He nods and kisses the top of your head, “I know, Daddy is sorry, he was just in a bad mood.”

You’re quiet for a second before asking, “Do you feel better now?”

He can’t help but smile, hugging you tight as he assures you that you made it all better, loving the way you brighten up and beam happily at the admission.

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[butterflyyeo]

drunk in love

pairing - yeosang x fem reader

genre - fluff, angst (?)

tw - lots of alcohol consumption, swearing

wc - 10k

side ships - seongjoong, yungi

a/n -- was meant to be angst but turned into fluff... im trying my best to get better at writing angst aaaah. but please enjoy this for now <3 thanks for letting me tag you @iminchaosnow !!

------------------------------------------- you had known kang yeosang for nearly two years now. two, dreadfully slow and exhausting years.it was your final year of high school when he transferred to your school, he was a close family friend of wooyoung's. his parents had spoken highly of the school, insisting that yeosang transfers in order to excel for his last year of schooling. as far as you were concerned, he had decent grades, but he preferred to spend his time hanging around the skatepark after dark, when everyone else had left.

and in all the two years you'd known him, you had never once had a full conversation with him, despite being in your group of friends. his side of the 'conversation' usually consisted of monotonous 'yeahs' and 'mhms'. wooyoung constantly assured you it was because he's shy and that he'd eventually open up. but you weren't convinced. you tried so hard for him to like you, but your efforts were fruitless. it was infuriating, feeling like you were constantly doing something wrong whenever you were around him.

you currently found yourself in the backseat of yeosang's car, wedged between a drunken yunho and mingi while a chaotic wooyoung was singing along to his chosen playlist. (though, it sounded more like wailing.)

you and the eight boys had all decided to take a gap year, spend every last cent you earned on adventure and alcohol to make lifelong memories, before your careers became a blockade in your friendship. but the year was coming to an end soon, it was already mid november. on the bright side, that meant your favourite holidays were just weeks away.

yeosang was always the designated driver. that was something you had noticed about him over the last few years. to be honest, you weren't sure just how he coped with a screeching wooyoung, because you sure as hell weren't dealing very well with yunho and mingi who were playing a very intense game of rock paper scissors to decide who would be crashing on the couch in your apartment.

"i win!" mingi cheered, waving his hands excitedly. "you're on the couch, man."

yunho frowned, "damn."

you laughed, "it's okay, yunho. you can share the bed with me if you'd like."

"hey! that's not fair y/n! you said i could this time." wooyoung whined from the front seat.

"sorry, woo. you know i keep my promises, but you're going back to your apartment. remember?" you tried to reason.

wooyoung looked as though someone had switched a lightbulb on behind his eyes, "oh yeah! i forgot."

the four of you burst into laughter, mainly caused by the alcohol and partially because of wooyoung's realisation. and still, yeosang didn't crack a smile, hands just gripping the steering wheel tighter as his knuckles turned white.

soon, you arrived outside your apartment block, quickly stepping out the car after yunho. wooyoung wound his window down and you poked your head in, attempting to hug him goodbye.

"bye woo!" you said, giggling at your faltered farewell.

"good night y/n, thanks for the drinks!" he shouted, exclaiming a bit too loudly next to your ear.

"thanks for the lift as always, yeosang!" you yelled, pulling away from wooyoung's tight hug.

he nodded, "no problem." before putting the window up and driving away.

you pouted, turning around to face the two boys. "i just don't understand what i'm doing wrong." you buried your face into your hands, "why doesn't he like me?" you groaned.

"y/n." mingi began, "its nearly 1am, its way too late for this 'why does yeosang hate me?' crap." he shook your shoulders, literally trying to shake some sense into you.

"yeah, mingi's right. we've had this discussion a thousand times." yunho said grasping your wrist and pulling you up the stairs, stumbling along the way. (because lets be real, stairs are difficult enough as it is, let alone when drunk.) "now, let us into your apartment so we can eat your food and crash on your couch!" he joked, nudging mingi in a playful manner.

you reached into your pocket and fumbled around with they key for a moment before unlocking the door. the boys practically pushed you inside and made a beeline for the fridge.

"help yourselves! i'm going to shower." you called, dragging yourself to your bedroom.

once you'd finished showering you went back to the living room to check on yunho and mingi. not so much to your surprise, they had fallen asleep on your couch already, cuddled up into each other. it was cute, even picture worthy to show their sober selves. you reached for your phone which typically lived in your pocket, though you began to panic when it wasn't there. hurrying around the apartment, you searched every possible nook and cranny for your phone, but it was nowhere to be found. you collapsed onto your bed, snuggling into the soft sheets, too tired to worry about your phone anymore and content with the assumption that you'd left it in yeosang's car.

shortly, your heavy eyes fell shut and you began to sleep away the tequila.

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the next morning you awoke to mingi and yunho's deep, hungover voices, discussing their plans for the next week.

you reluctantly pulled yourself out of bed and dawdled down the hallway.

"ah! there's our favourite karaoke partner!" yunho greeted, jokingly.

you laughed, "shh, don't let wooyoung hear you say that."

"she's right, man. he'd be so offended." mingi said, stretching out his sore limbs. "how are you feeling today, y/n?" he asked.

"not the worst hangover i've had. what about you guys? you're welcome to stay here as long as you'd like, until you feel better." you replied, knowing them well enough to know that they'd need at least a few painkillers and a good meal before they went home.

yunho chuckled, "i feel like crap, but nothing a sandwich and glass of water can't solve."

"i second that." mingi said, raising a hand.

"okay, well in that case, i'll go to the store and get something for breakfast. sound good?" you reasoned, running a hand through your hair. you loved these boys, and making them breakfast was just a nice way of showing you cared. drunk or not, they knew how to make you smile and laugh, which they loved to see.

"sounds amazing!" yunho said, breaking into a sincere smile.

you quickly changed out of your pyjamas and slipped some shoes on.

"i might be a bit longer, i need to stop by yeosang's. i think i left my phone in his car." you explained, picking your keys up from the kitchen counter. "see you guys soon! feel free to take a shower if you want." you said, waving goodbye and heading out the door.

"okay, bye y/n!" the boys called from behind you.

the first stop was yeosang's apartment, he only lived about ten minutes away with wooyoung and san, in the same building as jongho. both yunho and mingi lived on the other side of town, which is why they so often crashed at your place after parties. seonghwa and hongjoong were fortunate enough to live in a house, just outside town, they had actually been the hosts of last night's party.

it didn't take long to get there. you pushed open the lobby door and made your way over to the elevator, disappointed to see that it was out of order for maintenance. instead, you took the stairs and began spiralling upwards. less than a minute later you looked up, only to bump into the man you came looking for.

"oh, yeosang! i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to." you quickly apologised, worried about creating another reason for him to dislike you.

"it's fine." he shrugged.

you both began to talk again at the same time, "ah, sorry, you go."

"i was just gonna say, you left your phone in my car. actually, i was about to bring it back." he pulled your phone from the pocket of his jacket, handing it to you. as he did, your fingers brushed against his. he spun around suddenly and began to walk away, "i'll see you around."

he had left before you even had a chance to thank him. slightly confused and frustrated, you turned back around and traipsed down the stairs.

you gathered what you needed for a hearty breakfast at the local convenience store before heading home and spending the rest of the day in the enjoyable company of yunho and mingi.

yeosang had entered back into his apartment and sat down on the couch.

"back already?" wooyoung asked, rummaging through the fridge.

"she was coming to get her phone and i ran into her on the staircase."

wooyoung sighed, "when are you gonna stop hating her?"

"i don't hate her." yeosang said, not looking up from his phone.

"then why do you act like you do?"

yeosang pretended to not hear that question and continued to scroll through his phone. see, he'd rather not dwell on things that he couldn't understand.

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to fill up your weekdays during your gap year, you had picked up a job at a hotel in town as a receptionist. to your dismay, your boss had asked you to work night shift all week, which is how you found yourself here on thursday night, sitting alert and waiting for the slight chance that someone might check in at this time of night. it was a pretty fancy hotel, and the job payed well enough, so really, you had nothing to complain about.

the nights seemed to drag on for an eternity. to keep yourself busy, you often wasted time counting the cars that drove past, or tried to count the number of crystals that hung from the chandelier. so far, only a few people had checked in during your shift, having come from overseas and recently arriving at the airport. honestly, whenever someone walked through the front door, lugging a suitcase behind them, you got excited as it gave you something to do.

the clock was creeping up to 4am and you let out a quiet yawn, feeling drowsy as your body clock hadn't yet adjusted to the change of sleeping patterns on such short notice. taking a sip of water, you shook your head, trying to stay awake. your head suddenly jolted up at the sound of the front door opening.

a man stumbled forward, and you'd seen enough zombie movies to become instantly paranoid. you quickly pushed the thought out of your head, feeling ridiculous for even considering it. but as the man got closer, you could smell the cheap, potent alcohol lingering on his body.

he leant against the desk, peering down at you. "i need a room for the night."  he grumbled. "my stupid wife kicked me out." he said under his breath.

you forced a friendly smile, despite feeling uneasy, "of course! i just need you to fill in this form with some simple details." you said, sliding across a clipboard and a pen.

he huffed, picking up the pen and scribbling onto the sheet of paper before pushing it back to you. "can i go now?"

"just a moment, sir." you replied, eyes skimming over the form as you copied the information into the computer in front of you.

the man was growing impatient, stepping from foot to foot with his arms crossed.

"uh, sir, you missed a part of the form. could you please provide your phone number here." you pointed to the empty space on the sheet.

"for fucks sake." he muttered, "i don't have my phone on me and i don't know my phone number." he said, annoyedly tapping on the desk.

"i'm really sorry, sir, but—"

"can't you just find me a fucking room?" he snapped, hands balled into fists and slamming against the desk, making you jump in fright.

before you had time to try and reason with him, he continued to shout.

"you're as stupid as my wife! i'll just find a different fucking hotel." he yelled, swiping the clipboard and pen off the desk. "useless bitch." he mumbled as he kicked over a chair on his way out.

you chewed your bottom lip, trying to fight back the tears. with shaky hands, you picked up your phone and dialled the first place that came to mind. after a few rings, the phone answered.

"woo?" you croaked, trying hard to not cry.

"he's asleep. this is yeosang." he replied, evidently having just woken up by the sound of his voice.

"oh." you began, instantly feeling guilty for waking him up, "i'm sorry i didn't mean to disturb you."

"did you need something?" he asked.

"i just, i was..." you let out a sob, wiping at a tear falling from your eye.

this didn't go unnoticed by yeosang, "are you crying? what are you doing awake right now anyway?"

"i'm at work." you managed to choke out.

"at 4am?"

"i'm on night shift."

"why are you crying then?" he asked, feeling something slightly tug at his heart, but choosing to ignore it.

you began to ramble, "a man came in and he was really drunk and complaining about his wife and then he yelled at me because i asked him to give his phone number and—"

"i'm on my way." yeosang cut you off.

"what?"

"i'll be there in ten." with that, he hung up the phone.

exactly ten minutes later, you were sat in the passenger seat of yeosang's car. he was dressed in sweats, clearly having come straight from bed. you'd left a note on the desk, explaining to your coworker why you wouldn't be there when she arrived to take over your shift. a silence filled the car, and you felt the need to talk, but chose not to, worried about giving yeosang another reason to hate you.

once you arrived outside your apartment building, you were surprised that yeosang got out the car too and trailed closely behind you up the stairs to your apartment. when you reached the door you spun around to face him.

"thank you for bringing me home." you said, voice quiet and still rather shaken up.

"it's no problem. good night, y/n." he replied, sensing that you were still upset. he suddenly felt this overwhelming urge to wrap his arms around you tightly and not let go until you stopped crying. he wanted to protect you from every drunk idiot on the planet. he wanted to make you feel safe.

but instead, he watched as you closed the door behind you and locked it from inside.

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you arrived at work the next morning, instantly feeling more comfortable with cleaners, employees and people coming and going. immediately, you headed for your boss's office.

"good morning, sir. i just wanted to come and apologise for leaving my shift early last night. i can assure you it won't happen again." you said, feeling nervous as to what your boss might say.

he shook his head, "i should be the one apologising, a man came in this morning and spoke very sternly about the safety problems here. i realise now how stupid it was of me to make you work night shift, alone, at such a young age. we've hired security guards and have also made sure that two people will be on desk at all times. i'm sorry that you had to deal with that."

you were at a loss for words, you didn't think that there would be such drastic changes just from the once incident. "thank you so much." you replied.

"for now, take the rest of the day off. you'll only be working day shifts for next week and can return to doing night shifts whenever you feel ready to do so." your boss said, motioning for the door.

the rest of the day you spent in deep sleep, catching up on some much overdue rest.

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weeks passed and you found that work was much more enjoyable. you still hadn't returned to working night shifts, but at least now you had someone to run the front desk with you and keep you company.

this weekend, you were going to visit hongjoong and seonghwa. hongjoong was sick and so you decided to go help out since seonghwa couldn't always be there to look after him.

you knocked on their front door and was surprised to be greeted by san.

"good afternoon! come in." he gave you a hug before ushering you inside.

"what are you doing here?" you said, following him down the hall.

in the living room, you saw all eight of the boys gathered around a couch-ridden hongjoong.

"jongho was already here when me, yeosang and woo arrived." san explained.

"yeah, and then mingi and yunho turned up." wooyoung continued.

"y/n! i have never been more glad to see you! you gotta save me from them." hongjoong laughed, arms open, signalling for a hug.

you went over and embraced him in a hug, "good thing i brought an excessive amount of cookies." you said, placing the box of cookies on the coffee table next to the couch. the table was covered in empty mugs and bowls, you could tell seonghwa had been busy and hadn't had the chance to clean up. you opened up the box and handed him a cookie before offering them around to the rest of the boys.

"you're the best cook ever." mingi said, taking a big bite.

"i made you spaghetti last night!" yunho countered, feeling offended that his roommate didn't think he was the better cook. mingi just laughed and took another bite.

"jongho get off the counter, please." seonghwa said, coming through the front door. "don't be so comfortable, you were throwing up in my toilet like a month ago." he joked.

yeosang glanced your way, his eyebrows furrowed like he was contemplating something.

"lets head off and give these two some space." yunho said, dragging mingi behind him.

wooyoung stood up, "yeah, lets get going."

yeosang pulled his keys from his pocket, "okay, bye guys." he said, heading down the hallway.

"can we get some food on the way home?" you heard san call as they left.

"bye hongjoong! i hope you're feeling better soon." jongho said, "bye seonghwa, i promise i won't throw up in your toilet any time soon." he joked, leaving through the front door.

"seonghwa, how are you? don't forget to take some time for yourself as well." you frowned.

"i'm tired, but i'll be okay. i just gotta clean up and—"

"why don't you go rest a while? i can keep hongjoong company for a few hours." you reasoned, wanting to help as much as possible. there was nothing you hated more than seeing you friends in distress and upset.

he looked between hongjoong and yourself, "i couldn't."

hongjoong let out an audible huff, "hwa! will you just let her help please, she clearly wants to."

you grinned, "exactly, now go read or sleep or watch some tv or something." you said, gently pushing him towards their shared bedroom.

you spent the afternoon tidying up and talking with hongjoong. you managed to do all the dishes and put them away before scouring their kitchen, deciding on what you could use for dinner. you found everything you needed for a decent meal and began cooking it up. hongjoong had dozed off mid conversation, surrounded in a pile of tissues, you chose to let him sleep so he would recover quicker.

about an hour later, you placed two steamy hot meals onto their dining table next to two full glasses of water. you quietly knocked on their bedroom door, finding seonghwa asleep amongst the covers.

you gently shook him awake, "hwa, i made dinner for you guys. you can wake joong up, i'll head off now." you said with a smile.

leaving the two of them to enjoy their dinner, you headed home and cooked yourself something to eat. it was nice having some time to yourself, but saturday nights were becoming more and more empty as winter grew closer. december was only days away and the year would soon come to an end. you reached for the phone, suddenly desperately missing your friends despite only seeing them hours ago.

"hey woo, are you free next weekend?" you asked.

he paused a moment, "i think so, why?"

"you wanna go out with the others? it's been a while since we have all caught up for drinks."

"count me in!" wooyoung cheered.

you called everyone else up and they all agreed, even hongjoong promised to come if he was feeling better.

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you found yourself surrounded by wooyoung, san, yunho and mingi as the music blared. it was a less popular club on the far side of town but it was a comfortable place for you all. you often came here for drinks and the staff members knew you, quite well, a little too well. san grabbed your hand and spun you around a few times with the music.

you laughed, leaning against him, "maybe spinning around isn't the best idea right after two shots of vodka."

"what?" san yelled into your ear, struggling to hear you over the music.

you laughed louder, pulling him closer to you, "i said, spinning is not a good idea after drinking vodka!"

"oh!" he joined you in laughing before trying to twirl you around once more.

hongjoong and seonghwa sat at the bar, holding hands and being intimate as always. yeosang was sat next to jongho at a booth, quietly talking with him, but from the corner of your eye, you saw jongho stand up and walk away. your eyes watched him worriedly and you couldn't help but run after him. you followed him as best you could, stumbling every now and then. he'd gone to the bathroom so you patiently waited outside until he came back, looking slightly pale.

you practically leapt at him, doing a quick scan to make sure he was okay, "jongho? are you alright?"

he smiled at your overwhelming concern, "yeah, i just drank too much as usual. i'll be alright, you can go back to dancing."

"let me just get you some water first. i'll be right back okay?" you patted his shoulder. "don't go anywhere i'll be back in a second."

you made your way back to where jongho had been sitting with yeosang. as you approached, yeosang eyed you up and down, taking in your drunken state, though, it wasn't the first time he'd seen you this way. you nearly tripped as you reached the table, struggling to walk in heels.

"i need a glass of water, do you have a glass of water? jongho needs a glass of water." you mumbled to yourself, reaching for the jug in the center of the table.

"are you okay?" yeosang asked, quickly pushing your hand away from the jug.

"i'm okay, but jongho needs water. can i take this cup? he's waiting for me, i told him not to go anywhere, i need to get back to jongho—" you tried to pick up a glass but yeosang pressed your hand back down once more.

"i'll take it to him, you stay here." he said, filling the cup full with water and heading towards the bathrooms.

your brain suddenly felt fuzzy and your eyes became blurry, it was like the alcohol hit your system all at once. your head spun round and round and you leaned forward, resting your hands on your head. you'd never felt this sick from drinking, maybe you'd had too much too quickly, maybe it was the spinning. there was no way to tell, all you knew was that you felt like you were about to fall from the top of a very high roller coaster.

your eyes felt increasingly heavy, you allowed them to slip shut, head falling to the table with a not so gentle thud.

"y/n?" someone shook you, "y/n wake up!" it was wooyoung.

"shit, is she okay? should we call an ambulance?" jongho said, reaching for his phone.

"is she breathing? has anyone checked?" seonghwa gently lifted your shoulders and sat you upright, relieved to see the rise and fall of your chest. "we should call a taxi and get her home."

"are you crazy? she's unconscious, she won't be able to get up the stairs to her apartment! what if the driver is dodgy? she's already had to deal with shitty men while working night shift, imagine if something happened while she's drunk!" yeosang blurted out. the boys were shocked over his sudden concern for you. yeosang had never once shown any interest or care for you in the presence of them.

"well, what should we do then?" mingi asked, worriedly running a hand through his hair.

"i'll take her, you've all been drinking." yeosang concluded. "she'll be fine, don't worry. enjoy the rest of your night, okay? i've dealt with woo passing out before remember?"

"that's true." san said, throwing a light hearted glare in wooyoung's direction, who showed a rather sheepish expression.

the boys went back to their drinks, taking it a little slower now and yeosang carried you to his car. it wasn't easy, but he managed to sit you upright in the back seat of his car with his rear view mirror aimed directly at you so he could make sure you were okay.

he was able to lift you up the stairs and get your house key from the pocket of your jacket, which would've looked questionable to anyone else, but he had the best intentions. he sat you down in a dining chair, watching as your head lolled forward and your body slumped. he quickly filled a glass of water and came back to you.

"y/n." he whispered, resting a hand on your shoulder. "y/n." he said again, louder this time.

the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you, but you weren't waking up and that was becoming concerning. he shook your shoulder, as gently as he possible could in a moment like this, and to his relief, your eyes hesitantly opened.

your head felt like a bowling ball and you groaned quietly. "yeosang?"

"here." he said holding the cup to your lips, allowing you to take a small sip.

"how did we get here?" you mumbled, head rolling to the side.

he caught your head and carefully pushed you back upright, "i drove you, this is your apartment."

"oh." you said, eyes drooping shut again. "oh." you repeated.

"y/n, i really need you to stay awake right now." he said, bringing the cup to your mouth again. "lets talk."

"we never talk!" you exclaimed. "this is the longest conversation we've ever had!"

"i know." he said, pulling up a chair to sit directly in front of you. yeosang felt that slight tug at his heart again tonight, the way you sounded so excited just to talk with him.

"no, no, no." you whined, "this is so bad!"

"what is it?"

you pouted before nervously biting your lip, "i'm really sorry."

"for what?" he questioned, leaning back in his chair.

"for ruining your night and making you stay here with me! now you just have another reason to hate me." you sighed, letting your head fall into your hands.

"i could never hate you." he said, voice barely above a whisper.

but you had fallen back asleep, so yeosang sat you upright once more and monitored you closely all night. with every minute that passed, he wished more and more that it was easier for him to show his emotions, to you especially. he wondered if maybe he wasn't so closed off that things would be different between the two of you. but it was hard for him, to let people in, he was afraid. afraid of people judging the real him, afraid of what might happen if he lets himself become vulnerable, afraid of facing his feelings about you.

you awoke hours later with a raging headache and extreme nausea. you headed straight for the bathroom and hunched over the toilet, feeling the sickest you'd ever felt. yeosang waited patiently outside the bathroom door with a glass of water and painkillers.

when you came out, he held his hand out, "take this."

you looked down at his hand and then up at him, slightly confused, "what are you doing here?"

"you passed out last night, and i drove you home because everyone else had been drinking." he said, passing the glass of water.

"oh my god." you ran a hand through your hair, "yeosang, i'm so sorry. i didn't mean to be any trouble! you must of been here all night, i promise it won't happen again, that was so stupid of me—"

"it's fine, don't worry about it." he said, shrugging, "i'll get going now, but make sure you take it easy and drink enough water." his eyes carefully scanned your body one last time, making sure you were really okay. he headed for the door and you followed.

"i'm really sorry." you frowned, feeling as though no amount of apologies would make it up to him.

he let out a slight chuckle, "it's okay, seriously y/n." he said before leaving. you heard the all too familiar jingle of his keys as the door closed behind him.

he'd stayed with you all night, eyes watching over you closely. ready at your side whenever you stirred in your sleep. he'd been there in the morning prepared with water and painkillers. this was never how it was, usually this was your job, taking care of the boys. it was your way of showing you cared, helping out wherever possible.

this wasn't like yeosang. at all.

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as soon as yeosang got home he was greeted by a very concerned san and wooyoung.

"is she okay?"

"are you tired?"

"did she wake up?"

he was bombarded by questions.

"she's okay, she fell asleep after a while and i made her take some painkillers when she woke up." yeosang said, collapsing onto the couch.

"so you really don't hate her then." wooyoung thought aloud.

"he can't, he spent the whole night looking after her!" san said, hitting wooyoung like it was obvious.

"owww," wooyoung rubbed his arm, "even she thinks you don't like her!"

"i know, she said last night. but she probably won't remember saying that." yeosang said, feeling increasingly drowsy from his lack of sleep.

"maybe you guys should like, talk things out?" san suggested, taking a seat next to him.

"maybe." yeosang said, drifting off into sleep.

you had spent the day curled up in bed, wondering how you could make it up to yeosang, and there was nothing more you wanted than to get to know him better, but what would he want? you called up san on that thought.

"hey sannie," you said, "i need your help, actually, is woo there as well?"

"oh my god she's alive!" you heard wooyoung call from beside san.

"what do you need help with?" san asked.

you paused a moment, "is yeosang there?"

"well yes, but he's asleep."

you groaned, "i feel so bad that he stayed up all night looking after me. i really wanna make it up to him but i don't know how. plus, it's not like he's that fond of me. maybe i should just thank him by staying out of his space."

"i don't think he'd like that." wooyoung interjected. "i still think he just needs time before opening up to you."

"i think its just me." you sighed, worriedly chewing on your bottom lip.

"hey! don't be like that! there's no reason to not like you." san scolded you for down talking yourself as he always does.

"agreed." wooyoung said, chiming in.

"i'm sure i'll work something out. thanks guys! enjoy the rest of your day!" you said.

"good luck!"

"bye y/n!"

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you had been staring at your phone for at least an hour, typing and retyping the message to yeosang. wooyoung gave you his number so that you could contact him when you'd finally worked out how to make it up to him. in the end, you decided that you would let him decide.

you drew in a sharp breath and squeezed your eyes tightly shut as you pressed send.

you: hey yeosang, i still feel really bad about the other day, i wanna know how i can make it up to you !!

yeosang: did wooyoung give you my number? T~T

you: yes he did.. i hope thats okay !

yeosang: of course yeosang: how about you make it up to me over a cup of coffee? >.<

you: that sounds great !! you: when are you free ?

yeosang: does tomorrow morning work for you ? i can pick you up ^_^

you: of course ! i'll see you tomorrow :)

yeosang sat in his room, facepalming. why was it so easy to be more open over text?

you on the other hand, felt your heart swell in a bizarre way. maybe it was the way you hadn't expected him to use such cute little emoticons. maybe it was the way that you'd be able to have a full conversation with him. whatever it was, excitement had taken over you.

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a knock pounded at your door and you rushed to open it.

"ready to go?" he asked, leaning against the door frame coolly.

"yes, lets go!" you said, sounding a little too excited.

the two of you made your way down the stairs and into yeosang's car. you found yourself smiling as you looked out the window.

your excitement hadn't gone unnoticed, "you seem awfully excited."

"i really wanted to make it up to you," you beamed. "it must've been boring to watch over me all night."

"i didn't mind so much." he said, shrugging.

you frowned, "you shouldn't of done it."

"and leave you passed out in the club?" he quirked an eyebrow up at you.

"well..."

"exactly." he said, parking the car outside a small cafe nearby his apartment. "come on, lets go inside."

you followed him in and took a seat across from him at a table close to the window. you both ordered coffees and resumed conversation.

"so, where were we?" you smiled, taking a sip of coffee.

"talking about how you wanted me to leave you passed out in the club." he said. you were almost convinced you saw a teasing smile pulling at his lips.

"right. i'm so sorry about that."

this time he actually chuckled, and you were taken aback. it was like the wall yeosang had surrounding himself was crumbling before your eyes.

"you need to apologise less." he laughed, bringing his coffee cup to his mouth for a sip. "half of the time we talk its just you saying sorry to me."

"i'm so—"

"hey!" the two of you broke into laughter.

his laugh was loud but warm and you couldn't help but notice the way his nose scrunched up cutely, the way his eyes looked full of stars and the way he brushed his hair out of his eyes after, revealing his beautiful birthmark. from that point on, you wanted to be the one to make him laugh every day.

he felt that familiar tug at his heart, the one he'd been feeling every moment he spent alone with you. the one he felt when he first met you. the one he couldn't make any sense of. it was as though his heart was a violin and you were the one playing it. (which would explain the tugging feeling.) but you were playing the sweetest song and he never wanted it to end.

the two of you laughed the morning away, gradually making up for what you'd missed over two years in a matter of two hours.

you'd discovered that even after getting him to open up more, he wasn't one for words. you found yourself talking his ear off while he listened intently, occasionally sharing his opinions and stories. in all his honesty, he didn't mind listening to you talk. he could've sat there all day, drinking countless cups of coffee, watching the way you bit your bottom lip whenever you paused to think or the way your eyes filled with sparkles when you talked about something that made you happy.

you insisted on paying for the infinite cups of coffee, as it was your way of making it up to him. he reluctantly agreed, but promised that he would pay if there ever was a next time, which he secretly hoped there would be. he'd finally had the chance to let his walls down. (it was actually more like you'd climbed the walls and torn them down with your bare hands.) but he was thankful for it.

he drove you back to your apartment, even after you persisted on walking home, seeing as it wasn't that far. he refused, insisting that he drive you. he even followed you up the stairs to the door of your apartment.

you turned around to face him, "you know, you're not so bad when you actually wanna talk to me."

"you know, you're not so bad when you're not drunk." he countered, his lips breaking into a playful grin.

you glared jokingly, "hey! don't make me apologise again."

"okay, okay. i won't." he said, raising his hands in defence.

you smiled, resting against the door, "alright, well, i've really enjoyed hanging out with you today. maybe we should catch up more often."

"maybe we should." he said, bearing a coy smile, "bye, y/n. i'll see you around."

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it was only about a week later he showed up at your work, at the end of your shift. you were pleasantly surprised to see him, and at first thought he was just someone coming to book a room.

"hello, are you looking for a r— yeosang?"

"when do you get off work?" he asked, glancing over to the clock.

"five minutes."

"i'll be waiting in the car, okay?" he said, turning on his heel and heading for the door.

on his way out, you saw as he ran into your boss, the two of them beginning conversation.

"it's good to see you've made those security changes." yeosang said as he nodded, extending his arm for a friendly handshake. "i'm very thankful."

your boss shook his hand, "and i'm thankful that you suggested them."

just over five minutes later you got into the passenger seat of yeosang's car.

"it was you who told my boss about the safety problems." you said, in near disbelief.

"hello, to you too." he joked sarcastically. "well, i would hate to think that the situation could happen again, so i just suggested some possible improvements. thats all." he shrugged like it was nothing.

"suddenly, i feel the need to make it up to you again." you smiled shyly.

"you can do that by accompanying me to the skate park." he said, motioning to his skateboard on the back seat.

"ah, so thats why you came."

"well yeah, i wanted to bring you to the skate park."

your heart swelled once again, feeling joyed that he wanted to share one of his favourite places with you. (despite him never telling you directly, you knew he loved the skate park as he spent majority of his high school time there when he wasn't studying.)

when you arrived, the sun was beginning to slip behind the horizon, causing the sky to glow a rosy pink. there were still a few kids, probably high schoolers, hanging around the park. you took a seat at a bench and waited for yeosang to come over, who was getting his skateboard out the car. you felt oddly out of place since you were still in your neat work uniform and didn't know the first thing about skateboarding.

yeosang rolled over with a grin plastered onto his face, you'd never seen him so happy, and it made you happy to see him this way. it was strange how all it took was a few cups of coffee for him to become a completely different person around you.

he didn't need to ask you to watch as your eyes were already glued to him as he dropped into the bowl, showing countless tricks and flips.

the truth was in fact that yeosang was grateful for you 'making it up to him'. he'd never been able to comprehend his feelings for you, if they were even feelings at all. he hated the confusion and decided it was easier to ignore it, and to an extent, ignore you, to make it go away. it had been working for the most part, until every time the two of you were alone together, he couldn't ignore the slight tug at his heart, that was becoming more of a pull over the last few weeks.

"you're amazing!" you cheered as he sat down next to you, out of breath.

"thanks." he smiled shyly, running a hand through his hair and out of his face. he leaned back, looking up at the sky. "do you sometimes wish you could see the stars from within the city? hongjoong and seonghwa are so lucky they can see them from their house."

you pondered a moment, thinking about the last time you actually saw stars in the sky. "i see stars in your eyes sometimes." you said, absent minded.

he felt warmth burning in his cheeks, "you do?"

"do what?" you turned to him, "did i say that out loud?" you gasped, covering your face in embarrassment. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to say that it was just a thought and—"

"what did i say about apologising?" he laughed. "it's getting cold, right? you ready to head home?" he asked.

you smiled, "if you are."

he drove you home and said goodbye, feeling happy about spending time alone with you once again. he couldn't stop thinking about what you said and you couldn't stop feeling like a fool for saying it.

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the weather got colder and colder and soon it began to snow as the days of december passed. you had spent the day helping jongho move some new furniture into his apartment. it was a difficult job, but easier with the two of you, even san and wooyoung came to help. you couldn't resist wondering where yeosang was and why he didn't come, seeing as they lived in the same building. maybe he was busy, you thought.

"hey, where's yeosang?" you asked, lifting a box and placing it on the kitchen counter.

"at home, i think he's been feeling sick or something, he hardly comes out of his room lately." wooyoung shrugged, assuming it was all good.

"if he's sick i'll bring him over some food and painkillers, maybe keep him some company." you explained, not wanting yeosang to be unwell.

"i think he'd rather be left alone, to be honest." san said, giving wooyoung a side glance that you couldn't miss.

you pulled out your phone and sent yeosang a quick message.

you: are you feeling okay? san and woo said you were sick :((

he didn't respond right away and you just figured he was asleep. but as you finished helping out at jongho's house a few hours later, he still hadn't responded. when you were sitting down to eat dinner at home, he still hadn't respond. just before you were going to turn the lights out and go to bed, he still hadn't responded.

something was up. this wasn't like yeosang, not anymore. not since the two of you had been spending so much time together. maybe it was like the boys said, and he was truly very sick, but in that case, why wouldn't they let you help?

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days passed and you went to work as usual, repeating the same few lines, asking people if they want a room, asking them to fill in a form, then directing them to the right room. days passed and you still hadn't heard back from yeosang, you wondered if he was still sick. days passed and you began to think maybe you should go over there to see if he's okay.

but if there was one thing you'd learnt about yeosang recently, it was that he was the quieter type, and probably wouldn't appreciate you going over there to keep him company and would rather be alone. so that evening when you got off work, you didn't go visit him like you so desperately wanted to, instead, you went straight home.

you cooked and ate dinner for yourself, before picking up your phone, only to see still no messages from yeosang.

you: hey woo you: is yeosang feeling better ?

wooyoung: yeah he is

you: well then can i come visit tomorrow ?

wooyoung: i think he's busy wooyoung: sorry

you: its okay woo you: its not your fault !!

you switched your phone off and headed for the shower, trying to wash away the stress and worry for yeosang that had built up over the last few weeks. you had really grown to like him and there was still so much about him you wanted to learn, like when he learned to skateboard or how he got the small scar on the back of his hand, that you'd noticed when ever he brushes his hair out of his eyes.

two years he'd spent, not interested in holding conversation with you and two years you'd spent, wondering what you'd did so wrong. but lately, you felt like you were doing something right around him, getting him to smile and laugh, share his own stories.

you couldn't shake the feeling that maybe he still didn't like you, and had just been trying for wooyoung's sake.

or maybe he was genuinely starting to like you, but you went and fucked it up by weirding him out and telling him about his starry eyes.

or maybe he'd just had enough of you already. decided that a few weeks was enough time spent trying to change things between the two of you.

as you finished showering and changed into comfortable clothes, you glanced at the clock which read 10:56pm. you switched on the television to watch some youtube before going to bed. as you felt yourself dozing off, a faint knock sounded at your door, so quiet you almost missed it.

when you opened the door, you were shocked to see yeosang standing there, leaning against the door frame for support. he looked up at you, his normally starry eyes were dulled with tears.

you rushed forward to him, smelling the alcohol as you got closer, "yeosang are you okay? what are you doing here? i thought you were sick. are you drunk? you never drink, come inside." you gently pulled him inside, closing the door behind you. when you turned to face him, he was staring at you, tears about to spill over the brim of his eyes.

"i hate you." he breathed out, voice barely louder than a whisper. he didn't seem angry though, he looked fragile, like a glass vase balancing on the edge of a table.

you felt the urge to cry, finally hearing those three words that confirmed your biggest concern, yeosang disliking you. "yeosang, i'm so sorry. i never meant to—"

"i hate you." he said, louder this time before running a hand through his hair hastily. he let out a frustrated groan, dragging his hands down his face. "i hate the tugging feeling in my heart whenever we're alone. i hate the way you put yourself before others. i hate the way you ramble on when you're nervous. i hate the way your eyes sparkle when you laugh. i hate the way i don't drink around you because i feel the need to protect you and make sure you're safe. i hate the way i tried to ignore you for two years because i was scared and confused about my own feelings. i hate how it only took one cup of coffee with you for my walls to come crashing down!" he paced from side to side, waving his hands around crazily.

yeosang looked scared and lost, like he'd never felt this way about anyone before, and that was the truth. he didn't know how to comprehend these feelings and it terrified him.

you watched as he spiralled, seeming as though it would never stop. you weren't sure what to do, so you just listened to that swelling feeling in your heart once again, the one that had led you to develop feelings for yeosang, and you pulled him close into your arms. he clung onto you tightly, scared to let go, like if he did then he'd lose you forever. you ran your fingers through his hair briefly, trying your best to comfort him.

"i'm sorry." you repeatedly whispered to him. you'd never meant to upset him or confuse him.

yeosang let out a quiet sob into your chest, "i hate the way i've fallen in love with you." he croaked out.

he didn't hate you. never did. never will. your heart swelled completely in your chest, feeling as though it would burst through. but it couldn't be true. he's totally drunk out of his mind.

"you're not in your right mind, yeosang, you need to get home. you're drunk and talking nonsense." you embraced him tightly one more time, and you could've sworn you felt the beat of his heart through the hug. "come on," you urged, steering him towards the door, "wooyoung and san are probably worried and waiting up for you."

with much effort, you led him down the stairs of your apartment block and walked him home. the street lamps led you in the freezing city night air. you held his wrist lightly, guiding him up the stairs to his own apartment. he didn't speak a single word the whole time, instead, sniffling and wiping at his eyes. it hurt you so much to see him this broken, but you knew he wasn't saying the truth under control of the alcohol in his veins.

you knocked at his apartment door, hoping that one of the boys were still awake. luckily, they both were and quickly they flung the door open.

"y/n? yeosang?" san questioned, his eyes wide open with disbelief.

"we've been so worried about you!" wooyoung said, pulling yeosang away from you. "hang on, are you drunk?"

san had noticed his tired, tear stained eyes, "you look like you've been crying! are you okay?"

you let out a quiet sigh, knowing you didn't need to be here anymore. you gave a small wave goodbye and headed home, utterly exhausted.

and though you were so drained, you couldn't seem to fall asleep. those words yeosang said to you kept running through your mind busily.

did he mean any of it?

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yeosang felt bad. he felt terrible. like he wanted to vanish into thin air and float away with the breeze. though he couldn't, no, he desperately wanted to apologise to you. but he didn't know how, he wasn't good with words or expressing his feelings, and you wished he knew that was something you loved about him.

wooyoung and san tried to ask him what happened the night he drunkenly confessed to you, but he couldn't have them know that he'd been harbouring feelings for you for all this time, they'd never let him live it down. he could imagine the continuous teasing they'd give him, nudging him whenever you were together or giving him side glances after talking to you.

yeosang gave it lots of thought. he mulled it over in his head repeatedly. it was only after hours spent hidden away in his room that he decided to go back to where it all started, a text. a text that said how much he wanted to make it up to you for having to deal with him drunk, just like the one you'd sent initially.

yeosang: hey y/n, i feel really bad about the other day, i wanna know how i can make it up to you! T^T

your heart leapt a mile seeing his name appear on your phone. you grinned upon reading his message, realising it was scarily similar to the message you had first sent him.

you: hmmm you: that sounds familiar

yeosang: >.< yeosang: seriously though, how does dinner at my place tomorrow night sound? i'll cook

you: you can cook?

yeosang: there's a lot you don't know about me x_x

you: okay, i'll be there !!

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yeosang wasn't lying when he said he can cook. as you traipsed up the stairs of his apartment block you could smell something delicious laced in the air.

the usual swelling in your heart had instead fell to the pit of your stomach, you were feeling slightly nervous as to what would happen when you entered yeosang's apartment. you inhaled deeply before knocking at the door of his apartment.

"hey y/n, come in." yeosang greeted, holding an arm out, signalling for you to come inside.

"you must've been working hard cooking! it smells delicious." you said, feeling a sense of comfort just from the smell of food.

"yeah, lucky i sent wooyoung and san over to jongho's place, otherwise i doubt there would be any pasta to serve." he joked. "you can take a seat, i've just gotta serve up."

you sat down in front of a neatly laid table, it had somewhat surprised you how much effort yeosang had put into this dinner tonight. he placed a steamy hot plate of pasta in front of you and one where he would sit.

"so." he began.

"so." you copied, teasingly.

"i guess, i really just wanted to say i'm sorry for how i behaved the other night when i was drunk. you shouldn't of had to deal with that." he frowned, poking at his dinner.

you furrowed your brows, "it's seriously fine yeosang." you took a bite of pasta, "i was just surprised to see you drunk, since you never drink."

he chuckled, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth, "actually, i do. i just never drink when you're there."

"really? why?" you questioned, eating another mouthful of pasta.

"because..." he paused. "no, it sounds dumb out loud."

"it's okay, you don't have to explain yourself." you smiled warmly, "but that does remind me to ask... do you remember anything you said to me while you were drunk?" you leant forward, genuinely curious.

he sighed, "i remember.. enough."

"you don't really hate me, right?" you asked, playing with the food on your plate.

"of course not! that's why i invited you here tonight. to show you that i don't, and to make it up to you." he had to refrain from reaching across to hold your hand, just to show how much he cared that little bit more.

you nodded, "well, thats good. i was kinda worried that we'd gone back to square one."

comfort settled within you. it was relieving to know you weren't hated by the one person whose love you wanted most. a tiny thought crept into your mind, maybe, just maybe, now would be the right time to tell him about your blossoming feelings for him. or would that confuse him more? now you were the one feeling conflicted.

"are you finished eating?" he asked, reaching for your empty plate.

"yes, thank you! it was delicious. you're a good cook, y'know."

"ah, thanks y/n." he turned away to hide the blush appearing on his cheeks.

"would you like me to do the dishes? since you cooked." you offered, standing up. but he quickly opposed.

"don't be ridiculous." he shooed you back to your seat. "can i get you a coffee? water? wine?"

"a coffee sounds good, i think you and i have had too many drunken situations lately." you laughed.

yeosang pulled out two mugs and put the kettle on. he felt your eyes carefully watching him. once again, he hated the feeling that was pulling at his heart. the way you could say nothing, yet he felt everything.

"can i tell you something?" you asked, voice now quieter and more hesitant.

"sure, what is it?" he said, placing a warm cup of coffee in front of you.

you took a sip, humming in delight. it was exactly the way you liked it. when the two of you went out for coffee, he had unintentionally remembered just the way you like it.

"well," you began cautiously, in case you brought this situation into flames again. "i just... i always wondered why you didn't like me. if i was doing something wrong, if i said something once that really upset you. and then after we started spending time together, i finally felt like i was doing the right thing." you groaned, frustrated with yourself for not getting to the point quicker. "what i'm trying to say is that i have feelings for you. it's okay if you don't feel the same way. i wouldn't expect you to, i just thought you should know—"

yeosang basically choked on his coffee, eyes widening in shock. "it's okay, y/n! in case you hadn't noticed, i'm crazy about you."

you had continued to ramble nervously before hearing what he said.

"wait. you are?"

"basically ever since you said that thing about stars in my eyes, yes."

you cringed, remembering how you had said that so absent minded. "yeah, sorry about that."

"it's okay, it was cute. and what did i say about apologising?"

you shook your head and smiled, "i know."

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ever since the two of you confessed to each other, you had been almost inseparable, except of course when you had work. but he dropped you home most nights, even though you insisted it was okay and that you could walk. he came over every weekend just to spend time with you, even if the two of you just sat and talked, enjoying each other's company. you'd been dating for a few weeks now, but kept it undercover, not wanting to suffer the incessant questioning that would come if you told your friends.

it didn't go unnoticed either, wooyoung and san were constantly nagging yeosang about why the two of you spent so much time together, and each time he just shrugged it off.

christmas was just around the corner, so you were spending the evening at seonghwa's and hongjoong's house, who of course, were throwing an unnecessarily large house party to celebrate.

you were sat between a very drunk yunho and mingi, who were trying to talk to an also very drunk jongho. you eyed your boyfriend from across the room, as if asking for a way out and he just laughed at the situation you were stuck in.

after at least ten minutes more of having your ear talked off, yeosang came to pull you away to the dance floor.

"care to dance?" he asked, extending his hand to you.

you immediately jumped up, latching onto his hand, "i would love to!"

he chuckled, pulling you close to his side and leading you to the makeshift dance floor that seonghwa and hongjoong created.

the two of you laughed at the boys' reaction. they were completely shocked to see the two of you so close together and yeosang being friendly.

he twirled you around a few times with the music, before settling his arms around your waist. he brought you near to him as you placed your arms behind his neck. you swayed back and forth, engulfed in your own little bubble of comfort in each other's arms, completely out of time with the loud thumping music that blared around you.

you felt content, and yeosang no longer felt confused. he found his home in your arms and his happiness.

you reached up to place your lips on his, capturing the moment surrounding you. yeosang melted into the kiss, discovering that your lips were soft and sweet against his, just as he had imagined, which caused his knees to feel weak and his heart to skip more than just one beat. he never wanted to let you go, he wanted to compensate for every second that he didn't spend with you since the two of you met.

he leaned forward and whispered softly, just so you could hear above all the music and singing, "lets stay like this forever."

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[baroquebucky]

comfort

bucky always found comfort in steve, but he’s gone now. who will he turn to for comfort now?

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a/n: hi bffs !! thank you anon for requesting this <3 just angst and fluff (and endgame steve >:[) !! let me know what you guys think :] (srry for any typos)

“this is bucky!” steve smiled at you happily, you were Steve’s neighbor, always lending him a helping hand when he needed it and giving him emotional support and encouragement that would last him a life time.

“nice to finally meet you! I’ve heard lots ‘bout you” you smiled, sticking your hand out and bucky reluctantly shook it. “why don’t you guys come in for a bit? I’m making some pasta and i put way too much” you grinned, watching as bucky and steve looked at each other, having a whole conversation silently before Steve spoke up again.

“we’d love to” he grinned, pulling bucky inside your apartment with him before you closed the door. Bucky took in your apartment, it was somewhat messy, but it a nice way, a live in sort of way. You had plants all along your windowsill and a basket full on blankets near your couch, books along the shelf with a couple other things and pictures all over the place.

“hope you guys like chicken Alfredo” you smiled, checking the pasta before deciding it was good enough and scooping some out onto three plates

“bucky i have a serious question for you” you spoke as you set the three plates down on the dinner table, smiling at steve as he thanked you.

“oh, okay” bucky mumbled, shifting in his seat and heart racing. You were gonna ask him about his time as the winter soldier weren’t you? You were going to judge him for everything he’d done.

“what animal do you think you can take in a fight?” You spoke seriously, looking at him as you set his plate down.

That’s it? What animal he could fight?

“what?” He asked, confused as to why you were asking him this. Surely this was some test? Maybe it was code for something, if he answered a specific animal then it proved he was a good person.

Steve groaned as you asked the question and you scowled at him, hitting him softly as you passed by him and to the kitchen to get some water for the three on you.

“what animal do you think you could beat if it was just hand to hand combat?” You looked at him, studying his features and quickly taking in the fact that he was in fact the most breathtaking man on earth.

Bucky looked at steve who let out a sigh.

“you should answer now, she asked me that a couple days ago and we talked about it for almost an hour” steve smiled, reminiscing on the way you even made him coffee so he could stay until the end of your discussion.

“uh, i mean, well i guess I’m a super soldier so- i don’t know i don’t wanna fight any of them” he spoke warily, looking at you nervously and watching the way you narrowed your eyes at him before your face softened, breaking into a wide smile and nodding your head proudly.

“James barnes i think you and i are going to get along just fine” you smiled, taking in the way his eyes lit up just a tad at your words.

Steve smiled at the way bucky sat a little straighter, loosening up a bit and warming up to you little by little. He wanted him to have someone to turn to, he wanted him to have you like steve did, someone he knew he could always rely on.

After the whole Blip went down and everything was back to normal bucky found himself lost at times, wandering the streets in seek of comfort. He was left alone in the world with nothing left from his old life.

Steve had only been gone for a couple of days and he already felt horrible. He had no one to turn to, no one to lean on. He was alone.

He tried finding solace in sleep, wishing that his mind would whisk him away to be happy in his dreams. His attempts were fruitless, all he managed to do was toss and turn, his mind racing and never relaxing enough to fully sleep.

The small moments he did manage to sleep he awake in a cold sweat, nightmares plaguing his mind, his memories rushing to him alongside the pain and thoughts that has recently set in after steve left.

Bucky sat on couch of his apartment, it was silent as the sounds of the city were muffled through the walls, rain gently hitting his windows. He so badly wanted to just break down and cry, to have someone tell him everything would be okay, to comfort him and remind him that he wasn’t alone even with steve gone.

Bucky scrolled through his contacts, vision blurred with tears as he searched helplessly for someone he could go to. As he scrolled through his contacts he found you, when had he put it there?

He clicked on your name and sure enough, there was a picture of you smiling brightly with steve, a note written under your contact information.

buck, y/n helped me get through everything, theyre sweet and caring and kind, please talk to them if you ever need anyone i promise you they can help - steve

Bucky let out a shaky breath as he read the note steve had left. When did he even get ahold of his phone? Buckys mind was racing, he wiped his tears and locked his phone. He would be fine, he didn’t need anyone to help him.

As the day progressed bucky felt the pain in his chest growing with each breath, tears threatening to spill out any moment. He was frustrated that the feelings wouldn’t just go away, it was persistent and nagging at him every minute of the day as he tried to push it away.

Maybe if i take a walk it’ll clear my mind, bucky reasoned, throwing on a jacket and heading out, there was only a very light drizzle as he walked aimlessly, trying everything to get his mind off the emptiness he felt in his heart.

Was he not good enough for him to stay? Was everything bucky had done, too much for steve? Why would he leave him so abruptly? After everything he just left him with no hesitation.

Bucky tried to shake away the thoughts but they grew louder and louder, tears stinging at his eyes and he decided he’d had enough.

Bucky stopped in his tracks, taking note of where he was and recalling the path he and steve had taken the first time they visited you, he let his mind wander, knowing there was nothing he could do to stop it.

By the time he reached your apartment he wanted to turn around and leave. Did you even live here still? We’re you even home? It wasn’t a good idea, he should deal with it by himself.

Bucky was about to turn to leave when you opened the door, dressed up with bright red lipstick on. Oh wow you were stunning, bucky thought as he turned around to face you.

“bucky?” You asked, looking at the man before smiling widely, “bucky! oh wow hi!” You grinned, not hesitating to pull him in for a hug and squeezing him tightly. As you pulled away you noticed his red eyes and the frown on his face. Your smile quickly disappeared when you saw the way he tried to hide the tear stains, looking down at his shoes.

“oh james what’s wrong?” You spoke softly, grabbing his wrist gently and pulling him into your apartment, he looked up quickly. It was still the same, it was just as homey as he remembered it.

You led him to the couch, quickly bringing over the basket of blankets and letting him choose whichever one he wanted, smiling as he picked the fuzziest of them all.

“good choice” you softly spoke, grabbing a blanket for yourself and setting it on the couch next to him.

“do you want anything to drink, i have coffee, hot chocolate, water and maybe some apple juice” you smile fondly at the man on your couch and he thought for a second before replying.

“can- do you think i can have a hot chocolate” he spoke softly, “please” the tone of his voice made your heart clench and you wanted to just hold him, but you knew he didn’t need that just yet, so you just nodded and made his hot chocolate as fast as you could, adding whipped cream and marshmallows and placing it on the table in front of him.

“added extra whipped cream for you” you smiled, slipping your heels off and grabbing your phone, “I’m gonna get changed and I’ll be back out in a second, make yourself at home buck” your smile was warm and sincere and he already found the emptiness fading.

“i have to cancel today I’m really sorry” bucky heard, his super hearing picking up on the conversation you were having. “something came up” your voice was calm. “no i cant just ignore it” your tone shifted, leaning towards annoyance as you continued.

“excuse me for caring about someone other than myself!” You spoke dryly, changing out of your dress and into some sweats and an oversized t shirt. “you know what i think, i think it would be better if you deleted my number and forgot about me actually! i think that’d be great” your voice was cold as you hung up, letting out a sigh before smiling slightly, thank god you didn’t have go through with that date.

As you walked out you noticed bucky getting up, heading towards the door.

“leaving so soon? you barely touched your hot chocolate” you frowned, your voice making bucky turn to look at you, his words died on his tongue when he noticed you were changed.

“you have a date” was all he said and you smiled, shaking your head and pulling him back to the couch with you.

“had” you corrected him, “cancelled on ‘em, didn’t really wanna go” you scrunched your face up as you spoke, sipping some of your hot chocolate before looking at bucky softly.

“got better things to do” you stated, watching the way he slowly warmed up to you, moving his body to face you.

“like what?” He whispered, looking down at the blanket in his lap as he let it lightly.

“like make my bestest friend in the whole world feel better” you answered, not missing a beat as you spoke, looking at him.

Bucky swore his heart was going to beat out of his chest. Never in a million years did he think someone he met a total of three times not so long ago could bring him so much warmth, so much comfort. He didn’t bother hiding the blush on his face, he knew you wouldn’t tease him about it, you were more focused on making him feel better.

“what’s eating at you buck?” You prodded him gently, watching his body language closely for any signs of discomfort. He looked at you before focusing on his hot chocolate, picking it up and taking a small sip.

“good hot chocolate” he mumbled, taking another sip and you smiled, nodding your head silently. Bucky set the mug down again, fiddling with his fingers in his lap. “it’s just-” he began, cutting himself off before he could continue.

“he didn’t say goodbye to you, did he?” His eyes were whirlpools of emotions. You gave him a sad smile, shaking your head.

“no, not really” you spoke, “he kind of hinted at what he was gonna do y’know? didn’t wanna say it out loud so we kind of, i guess just didn’t wanna say it” you mumbled, “made it too real” you smiled at him again, not wanting to make his mood any worse.

“don’t you- how are you so okay with it? I mean it’s just- don’t you feel like if you did more he wouldn’t have left?” Bucky asked, desperation in his eyes.

Everything clicked in your mind instantly. Your stomach fell and your heart broke in your chest, Bucky’s sad eyes and slumped shoulders told you everything you had to know. The way he couldn’t even keep eye contact with you for longer than three seconds, how he fumbled with something when he spoke. You wiped the frown of your face before giving him a reassuring smile, scooting closer to him.

“sometimes i do” you nodded, picking at some fuzz on your blanket, “i do find myself wondering if i had given him different advice throughout the time i knew him if he would’ve made a different choice” you spoke softly, bucky looked at you, watching the way your lips poured slightly.

“I’ll think ‘maybe if i had asked him to stay for dinner one more time’ or if i made him more hot chocolate” you chuckled softly, bucky smiled at your words, sadness filling his chest as he realized how hurt you must be.

“you shouldn’t blame yourself y/n, you did your best” he whispered, clearing his throat before continuing, “i mean you brought him so much comfort and helped him through so much, in the end it was his choice and that’s not on you” he finished, hands shaking slightly. Bucky was silent as you nodded.

“listen to yourself buck” you smiled, placing a hand on his, “it’s not your fault, you did your best, you meant so much to him and you always will” you assured him, squeezing his hand in yours. Bucky was quiet as you gave him soft smiles.

“I didn’t mean me-” he began but you shook your head.

“you were his best friend for his whole life, he talked about you all the time, spent years looking for you to get you back” bucky let out a shaky breath. “You were good enough, you are good enough james.”

The firmness in your voice made bucky look up, your eyes were set and serious. Bucky tried to find any trace of lies, but your words were sincere and settled in his bones like a warm fireplace.

“it’s just- i wish-” his voice cracked and his bottom lip quivered, tears stinging his eyes. He was embarrassed, moving to wipe his tear quickly.

You beat him to it, your hand caressing his cheek and softly wiping away at the tears. You moved you hand to the back of his neck and softly pulled him into you, shaking your arms around him as best you could.

Bucky cried into your shoulder, mumbling incoherent sentences as sobs racked his body. You help him tightly, rubbing his back soothingly and whispering to him it would be okay.

“you’re okay, i got you” you whispered, “I’m here let it out sweets, it’s okay.”

Bucky knew he should feel embarrassed for crying like this, in front of you, someone he barely knew. Your words were too comforting to let him and your presence far too warm to even let him consider leaving you at this moment in time.

You didn’t mind one bit that bucky was crying into your favorite t shirt, you held him tighter, giving him all the time he needed to calm down.

By the time Bucky’s cries had softened to soft hiccups he pulled away from you, eyes red and cheeks tear stained. His nose was pink and he sniffled softly, using the back of his hands to run his eyes.

You silently handed him some tissues, softly letting him know where the bathroom is. He smiled at you softly, getting up from the couch and heading to your restroom. You sat in silence as you waited for bucky to come back, sighing softly to yourself. You closed your eyes for a second, blinking away a couple tears and getting snacks from your pantry, putting on your comfort show and switching to the pilot episode.

Bucky washed his face with cold water, smiling at the fact that your bathroom smelled like eucalyptus. His dried his face and washed his hands, letting out a shaky sigh before looking at himself in the mirror, frowning at how broken he looked. He tore his gaze away and turned off the lights, walking out and seeing you sitting on the couch cross legged.

You smiled up at bucky, patting the seat next to you and moving so he could sit. The couch dipped a little as he sat down, grabbing the blanket and bundling it in his lap.

“when I’m upset i watch this show, it always cheers me up” you spoke to him gently, “that is if you aren’t leaving, i don’t wanna hold you hostage or anything” you chuckled and bucky smiled at you, laughing softly.

“no i- do you think i can stay a bit longer?” He asked and you nodded, linking your arms together and pulling each other closer.

“you can stay for however long you want” bucky felt his heart grow in his chest, how could you be so warm and welcoming to him? He didn’t question it for long though, your dazzling smile and sparkling eyes cleared his mind.

“ready?” You smiled and he nodded, watching as you hurried to press play, adjusting the volume and grinning as the show began.

Bucky couldn’t help but steal glances at you, smiling at how you mouthed the lines, offering him snacks if he hadn’t touched them in a while, constantly making sure he was okay.

Relaxation. He finally felt relaxed, his jaw was unclenched and his brows were furrowed, he had a small smile on his face. His muscles were relaxed as the showed played on your tv, your body heat radiating onto Buckys side.

You looked up to comment on something in the show but quickly stopped when you realized bucky had fallen asleep. His eyes were closed and he just looked so soft.

You smiled as you looked at him, moving some pillows quietly so you wouldn’t wake him. You helped him lay down and set the blanket on top of him, telling him to go back to sleep when he stirred slightly. For the first time since steve had left Buckys slept peacefully. He found comfort and assurance with you.

Steve was always looking out for bucky, always saying that he had to pay him back for all those fights bucky saved him from in the 40’s. Steve helped him get out of hydra, helped him get his mind back.

Bucky smiled at you as you pet alpine in your lap, dozing off as you struggled to stay awake before finally giving into sleep. He picked you up swiftly, tucking you into bed like you had done with him nearly a year ago. He kissed your forehead gently before sliding into bed next to you, falling asleep quickly with you by his side.

Now even after he was gone, he was helping him heal. And for that, he was forever grateful.

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Insufferable

request: Hi lovely, can you do Peter pevensie x reader imagine, please? The reader meets Pevensies in Narnia, but from the beginning she and Peter can't get along together, lots of arguments, while secretly and slowly developing feelings towards each other they don't want to admit, lot of sexual tension before smth happens but eventually they'll end up together. you can include some smut stuff. Thanks xx

hi, so i was gone for a while sorry about that haha but now school is done for the year so i can focus on writing more also this is going to be a multi part story cause it’s enemies to lovers

part 2 | part 3

A soft breeze brushed my face as my eyes fluttered open. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as I turned to where my bedroom window should have been. Instead, a large bookshelf filled with a myriad of leather bound books was there.  The confusion grew as I took in my surroundings.  Where my nightstand should have stood was a trunk.  My dark blue comforter was now a deep maroon.  My sheets felt softer than they ever were.  As I ran a hand over them, I realized they were silk.  

“You’re up,” a voice said.  I jumped, my head snapping in the direction where the voice came from.  A tall, blond man sat in an armchair across the room.  “Lucy found you laying in the meadows.  I carried you here.  I should fetch you a maid.  You look like a mess.”  He spoke quickly, not giving me any time to interject until he was finished.  

“Where am I?” I asked, choosing to ignore the man’s last comments about me.

“Narnia,” the man said.  He stepped closer to me and as he approached, the light from the lantern on the nightstand illuminated him.  On top of his head sat a golden crown decorated with jewels.  He had good bone structure, his jawline strong and sharp.  His sparkling blue eyes studied me.

“I’m being serious,” I said, crossing my arms.  I wasn’t wearing a bra and the shirt I was wearing did not offer much coverage concerning my breasts.  The man pulled his full lips into a smirk.

“And so am I.”  I took a deep breath, not wanting to start a fight with the man who seemed to have some power if his crown was any indication.

“Please just tell me where I am.  I have a very important presentation for school tomorrow and I cannot be wasting time sitting here.”

“You’re from Earth, aren’t you,” he said, the smirk still on his face as he sat down on the bed.  

“What kind of question is that?  Of course I am.”

“I hate to break it to you, darling, but you aren’t on Earth anymore.”

“I seriously don’t have time for this.  If you don’t tell me where I am, I’ll have to call the police.”  I started searching for my cell phone which had been tossed somewhere onto my bed before I fell asleep.  My hands moved the sheets around, my eyes frantically looking for the familiar rectangular shape of my phone.

“I already told you where you are,” the man said, laughing at me.  “You are in Narnia.”

I let out a huff as I gave up my fruitless search.  “Alright fine, whatever.  I’m in Narnia.  How do I get back to Earth?”

“How would I know?”  I wanted to bury my face into the pillow and scream.  Was he being serious?

“If you won’t be of any help, you can leave.”

“I’m afraid not, darling.  You see, I’m the high king here which means I have to make sure you aren’t a threat to my nation.”  I let out an incredulous laugh.

“Who let you be king?”

“High king, actually.”

“King, high king, whatever.  You most certainly aren’t acting like any sound ruler right now.”

“Would you prefer I tied you up and interrogated you?”  I bit back my response.  I wasn’t sure if he would actually do that if I weren’t careful enough.

“Okay fine.  What must you know in order to determine that I am not a threat to your precious nation?”

“Well first, you could be a bit more respectful.  You are talking to the high king after all.  Second, tell me your name.”

“I was told not to tell my name to strangers.”

“I’m hurt, don’t you trust me?”  The man feigned a look of betrayal as I stayed silent, narrowing my (e/c) eyes at him.  “Okay fine, I’ll go first.  My name is High King Peter the Magnificent, Lord of Cair Paravel and Emperor of the Lone Islands.”

“That’s a mouthful.”

“Now that you know my name, will you tell me yours?”  

“Okay, fine,” I sighed.  “My name is (y/n).  Happy now?”  King Peter smiled, nodding his head slowly.

“Very good, (y/n).  My second question is how did you find your way to Narnia?”

“I’m not sure,” I said, my voice softer as I tried to rack my brain for any memory of how I could’ve ended up here.  “All I remember is falling asleep in my bed and then waking up here.”

“Interesting,” the king said, almost more to himself than to me.  “Well, I’m not sure how you got here or how we can get you back but I’m sure Aslan would know.”

“Who’s Aslan?” I questioned.  King Peter looked at me, the ghost of a smile on his face.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.  Perhaps I’ll have Lucy explain that to you.”

“Who is Lucy?”

“My sister.  You’ll meet her tomorrow along with all the others.  But now, you should sleep.  It’s late.  I’ll see you tomorrow (y/n).”  He walked over to the large mahogany doors.

“Good night, Your Majesty.  It was a pleasure talking with you.”

“You should drop that sarcastic tone if you want to survive here,” King Peter said as he started to open the door.

“Is that a threat?” I asked, raising my eyebrow.

“Only if you want it to be.”  And with that, he left the room, closing the door behind him.  I buried myself deep into the covers, squeezing my eyes closed.  Maybe when I woke up, I’d be back in my bedroom.  That’s what I hoped.  Instead, I tossed and turned in the sheets.  Although they were of the softest material imaginable, I couldn’t fall asleep.  I let out a sigh, admitting defeat before getting out of the bed.  I looked around the room, spotting a wardrobe in the corner.  I pulled open the door to see a white robe, along with a few other articles of clothing.  I grabbed the robe, wrapping it around my body before opening the door.  

The door opened to a hallway, torches lighting the way.  The cool stone pressing against my feet as I walked along the corridor.  Every now and then I would pass a few doors.  All of them were always tightly shut.  I wasn’t sure where I was going and I was definitely not sure of how to get back to the room I had been in before.  That didn’t matter to me.  I just needed to clear my head.  The hallways I was walking in seemed to be reaching an end, two large wooden doors waiting for me.  The right one was slightly ajar, candlelight spilling from behind it.

I crept towards the doors.  I peeped in to see shelves upon shelves of books.  I felt my mouth fall slightly open as I cautiously walked into the room.  The shelves reached up to the tall ceiling.  In the middle of the ceiling was a large glass dome where the full moon was visible.  “Beautiful, isn’t it?” a voice said.  I tore my eyes from the moon to see a man sitting in an armchair near a fireplace, a brown book in his hand.  

“I’m sorry for disturbing you,” I said quickly.  An amused smile formed on his face.

“Don’t be.  You must be the girl Lucy found in the meadows.”

“Apparently I am,” I said while slowly walking towards the man.  “May I?” I asked, motioning to the empty seat across from him.

“Of course.”  I quickly sat down, fidgeting with my hands.

“Am I truly in Narnia?” I asked.

“Trust me, if Peter was lying you would know.  He is a horrible liar.”  I couldn’t help but smile.  

“I just never heard of Narnia before.”

“Most people from Earth haven’t.”

“I feel like I should do my research on the place.  I don’t want to offend anyone.”  As soon as the words left my mouth, my mind immediately flashed to my interaction with Peter.  “Well, not offend anyone else, I mean.”

“I’m guessing Peter wasn’t the most welcoming.”

“I don’t know.  There was just something about the way he talked to me that was infuriating.  It was like he was amused by me.  I couldn’t stand it.”

“Well, I apologize for my brother’s actions.”

“You’re his brother?”  The man nodded.  “Does that mean you’re a king too?”  He nodded again.  Great, I’ve met two royals and both meetings had been in my pajamas.  

“King Edmund, that’s me.”  

“Why isn’t your title long like your brothers?”

“Oh it is, I just don’t like stroking myself.”  I let out a chuckle, King Edmund joining in.  “You’ll get to meet Susan and Lucy tomorrow morning at breakfast.”

“Oh, I’m invited to dine with the royals?” I questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“Only if you choose to grace us with your presence.”  I felt my lips tug into a smile.

“Of course, I couldn’t disappoint the kings and queens of Narnia.”

“How generous,” King Edmund replied, a matching smile on his face.  “We should head to bed now.  You don’t want to be sleeping at the dining table tomorrow.”

“Yes, we should,” I said, exhaustion finally hitting me as I got up.

“Do you know where you’re going?”

“I’m afraid not.”

“I can show you, I have a feeling I know which room Peter put you in.”  He got up from his seat, walking towards the doors with his book still in his hands.  I quickly followed as he opened the door, holding it open for me.  We walked down hallways that seemed somewhat familiar to me.

“How do you remember where to go?” I asked as we walked.

“I don’t.  I just walk and hope I go to the right place.”  I let out a soft laugh as we passed a door where guards stood.  “I would use the guards as reference,” he continued, motioning towards the standing guards, “but they all look the same with that ridiculous face.”  He mimicked the face of the guards, eyebrows furrowed, nose flared, and mouth twisted into a frown as they stayed focused on protecting whatever was in their room.  “They look constipated all the time.”  I let out another laugh, louder than the other.  I immediately covered my mouth, hoping the noise didn’t disturb anyone.  Edmund laughed at this, the sound of the door opening cutting him off.

King Peter stood in the doorway, sleep still clouding his eyes.  “What are you doing, Ed?” he asked, before his eyes landed on me.  “You both should be asleep.”  His voice was sterner than before as his cold blue eyes focused on me.  

“Don’t worry Pete.  I was showing her back to her room, that’s all.”

“You two shouldn’t be alone together, lest someone believes you two to be partaking in a scandal.”  My face warmed at his accusation.

“I’m sure my reputation isn’t going to be ruined by being seen with King Edmund,” I said.

“I wasn’t talking about you.  Ed, you are a king.  You shouldn’t be seen with any girl, especially a peasant.”  

“I’m not a peasant.”

“Well, you certainly aren’t royalty.”

“So that makes me less than?’

“Technically, yes.”

“Well being royal doesn’t make you any more pleasant!”

“You should be thankful I’m letting you stay here.  Unless you want to live on the streets.”

“At least the streets don’t have you.”  I made my eyes meet his.  My face felt like it was on fire as I narrowed my eyes.  His jaw was clenched as his eyes stared down at me.  

“Let’s get you to bed,” Edmund softly said, his hand wrapped around my arm.  “And you, go to bed,” he added, looking at King Peter.

“Good night,” King Peter said roughly.

“Good night, your majesty,” I replied before mockingly curtseying.  He turned around, slamming the door behind him.

Edmund and I walked on in silence for a moment.  “Well that went nicely,” Edmund finally said as we neared a door.

“He truly is insufferable.  Did you hear what he said?  Calling me a peasant like I was worth nothing.  The audacity!”

Edmund only nodded, a small smile on his face.  “You should go to sleep before you get yourself kicked out by Pete.”

I let out a huff.  “I’ll try to be on my best behavior tomorrow,” I promised as I opened the door.  I was surprised to see it was the same room I had woken up in.  “How did you know which room to take me to?”

“This is the room Peter has his most important guest stay in,” Edmund said, the smile still on his face.

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