#i really doubt they would willingly touch each other

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Hi hello, your writing is great!! I was wondering whether you would like to continue the piece with sleep-deprived villain who lost their sidekick and hero coming to them? Since the first part ended how it did (the heavenly spicy prospect of hero running a bath for both of them), I would be more than happy to read what's next!! Possible heavy spice on the horizon is always well-greeted. Always.

So a few questions to consider: During villain's and hero's (spicy) makeout session, would villain humbly admit their feelings and their hallucinations about hero pinning them down and ravaging them? Would hero be worried that villain might be in the wrong state of mind for sex/making out/both/whatever you choose? Would hero have self-conscious doubts whether villain wants them or whether they just use the opportunity to work off the stress and grief using hero? Would both of them, in all this tangled chaos, truly and honestly confess to each other in between the kisses?

Choose whatever you want to write, I would be grateful for everything you post! I'm going to horny jail willingly, have a beautiful beautiful day

pt. 1

All the villain could do was watch as the hero actually did take off their clothes in the bathroom. It wasn’t like their hallucination. The hero wasn’t drenched in blood, ready to take the villain as they pleased. They didn’t push them into couches or walls to kiss them until their lips were numb.

“Two hours of sleep is really dangerous,” the hero said. They were working on their pants already, trying to slip out of them. The villain’s eyes burnt from the lack of sleep and the built up steam in the bathroom, however, their eyes widened and their pulse skyrocketed as they saw the hero’s body uncovered.

A few days ago, their hallucinations had gotten worse. More violent, more realistic. Often, they couldn’t tell reality and dream apart. Dreaming was torture and staying awake wasn’t pleasant either.

“I know.”

“Come here.” The hero was fully naked now and the villain tried their best to stare at the bathroom tiles instead of them. Having an attractive nemesis had always been a weakness of the villain. Eventually, the hero offered them their hand and the villain replied with a brave step towards them. “I’ll help you, okay?”

The villain’s face was burning but they didn’t have the energy to reply. They didn’t know how to flirt nor how to tease and yet, they chased every little touch the hero was willing to give them. With the hero’s hands on them they felt okay for a second. As they went over their body to peel off the layers of clothes, the villain tried their best to be of help but their coordination was truly horrible. No wonder they had lost their weapon earlier. It was a miracle that they were still alive.

Before the villain knew it, they were naked too. With embarrassment, they noticed that the hero’s hand was on their lower stomach. Resting fingertips against their skin. And the villain already felt guilty for allowing themselves to enjoy life a little.

“Alright, you first,” the hero said. They took the villain’s handed and guided them to the bathtub. On their lower back, the villain could feel the hero’s other hand, steadying them, securing them.

Pain burnt into them as their feet sank into the water. It was scorching hot, nearly unbearable but the villain welcomed the pain like an old friend, letting it happen, like everything else in their life.

They sat down slowly, trying to get used to the temperature and the hero followed promptly, sitting down on their hips. Overwhelmed by the sudden proximity, the villain tried to calm down their poor heart. It hadn’t worked this hard in a few weeks and having the hero this close to them was just like their hallucination, except that it was a little too real and intimate.

“Do you always use boiling water when you bathe?” the villain asked. The hero’s hands were on their chest and the villain was sure they could feel their heart beating.

“Straight from hell, yes.” It was a nice distraction. They were a nice distraction. But the villain feared this would make everything worse. The villain would keep yearning for them, getting addicted to them. “Now, relax, okay?”

“I’m trying,” the villain admitted but their eyes dropped to the hero’s lips. When the hero leaned forward, the villain expected their lips to meet but instead, the hero kissed their cheek softly. Immediately, the villain could tell that this was not a hallucination.

“I know. But this has gone too far. Imagining that I break into your home and devour you isn’t normal,” the hero said but the villain couldn’t hold themselves back anymore. They’d been through hell for the last weeks, months even. They had considered terrible methods and measures. Losing themselves in all of this was easy but the hero had swooped in — like the hero they were — and saved them.

They grabbed the hero’s jaw and kissed them softly.

It was quite clear that they were out of practice. Their tongue was too nervous, too quick, their mouth was not open enough and their hand was awkwardly resting on the hero’s back. Although the hero kissed back, the villain knew that they hesitated. After a few seconds of pure heaven, they pulled away and swallowed.

Their heart was still desperately pumping blood through their system and they sweated hard enough that even the hero could tell.

“I’m sorry,” they said, didn’t even dare to be louder than a whisper.

“I know how hard it is,” the hero replied. They were still so close. “Losing someone isn’t easy.”

“I’m okay.”

“You imagined us having sex together because you didn’t get enough sleep.” The hero combed through the villain’s messy hair with their fingers. “Why did you imagine me?”

“I don’t know,” the villain said. For a few seconds, the villain just stared at them.

Exhausted, sad, hopeless. They were lost and the hero seemed like the only way, like the only lighthouse in this sea.

The villain couldn’t help but go in for another kiss and the hero replied, guiding their enemy’s hands as much as their tongue. Every now and then, the villain had to sigh softly. This was so much better than the hallucinations, it was so much better than what they had experienced before. Slowly, the villain’s hands moved down to the hero’s ass and squeezed. Adorable wasn’t even close to describing the sounds the hero made as response. With each second, the villain wanted more. They started kissing the hero’s throat, started to bite a little and get more daring.

But right when they were getting ready, the hero pulled away.

“I should’ve come sooner, fuck, this is really bad,” they mumbled. Fidgeting hands went over the villain’s chest as the hero’s lips hovered over theirs. The villain pressed a quick kiss to them, not really understanding what they meant.

“I like this.”

“You’re exhausted. You probably don’t even want this. Fuck, what was I thinking…?” Suddenly, the hero moved and the villain panicked.

“Please don’t go,” they said. Their hands went to the hero’s hips, holding onto them. Wasn’t it foolish? To expect that they were worth it? That they deserved kindness? Affection even? “I don’t want to be alone.”

“I don’t want to use you.”

“I don’t want to use you,” the villain said. “We don’t need to have sex…I would just like to know that someone is there.”

The hero’s muscles relaxed and they nodded gently. Admittedly, the villain wanted more than they had suggested. They wanted to lose themselves in desire not only because it eased the pain but also because they yearned for the hero. Their saviour. Their crush. Someone who was putting up with their shit over and over again.

“We can talk about it, you know,” the hero said. “I know it hurts but if we talk about it, maybe you can start to heal healthily.”

“I can’t talk about it,” the villain said quickly. “Please, I really can’t.”

“That’s okay.” Once again the hero combed through their hair. “I’ll be here in case you change your mind.”

Indeed, the hero stayed for two weeks and they held the villain when they told them everything. When they broke down and dropped their guard, when they started crying and let go of everything they had been hiding.

#writing snippet #heroxvillain snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #an answer for an ask #request #cont'd #suggestive

[taraprince]

dude i just loved the nsfw abc of l, sooo, i was wondering if you can write another but with light, idk theres no much people here who writes for the dn, so if you want and can please 😭😭 i promise i'll give you support forever 😭

nsfw warning

OFC I CANN AHH 🫶🫶

i actually had this like half way written before this question was even asked 😭

I ❤️ LIGHT SM omg you don’t even know how fun this was to write (i kinda got carried away on some parts)

// implied afab reader, but can be justified as GN for most parts. mentions words like cunt and clit once or twice and uses feminine terms such as goddess //

LIGHT YAGAMI NSFW ABC’S ~

A (aftercare) - he’s surprisingly very caring and sweet after sex, despite how rough and harsh he can be during. he prepares a nice warm bath for the two of you and makes sure to hold you close, keeping you right where he needs you.

B (bottom or top) - 100% a top without a doubt. though he always assures you that you two will be hand in hand as the rulers of his new world, he simply cannot be equals during your time of intimacy. he must remain dominant or he feels he has failed in some way.

C (cum) - he never ever wears condoms. his thought is; “why have sex if your just going to keep up a barrier?”. he just loves cumming inside you, with the idea in the back of his mind that one day he can have a little successor running around.

D (dress up) - he prefers you both be fully unclothed during sex so you can worship each other through and through, but he won’t complain if you dress up in a little lingerie for him every once in a while.

E (experience) - he definitely knows what hes doing. he’s been with countless other people before and has done these same sinful things; but he assures you that none of them could ever compare to how good you are for him.

F (fav position) - it drives him crazy when you bend over his desk and let him do as he pleases from the back. it shows him that you not only respect his dominance, but also know your place below him.

G (goofy) - you would never dare laugh during sex with light. everything he says and does is genuine; and you would never want to hurt his ego by laughing at his words of intimacy, would you?

H (hair) - hes very neat and kept, as expected. he really pushes you to be the same, and will likely refuse if you don’t keep yourself shaven.

I (intimacy) - he is extremely intimate and flirty during sex. he has so many cute little pet names for you, and knows exactly what turns you on. “does that feel good, my goddess~? you love being treated so nicely by kira dont you~? i can feel just how wet i make you, love; isn’t that so naughty, getting off to a serial killer~?”

j (jack off) - he has a pretty high sex drive, but he doesn’t have time to fuck you all the time, so he often resorts to jerking off under his desk while he kills people (oh my god what a sight isjdjdjd). when he’s feeling scandalous, he’ll send you videos of him jerking off to pictures and videos of you he’s taken during sex.

k (kink) - he goes insane when you call him your god / kira in bed. it makes him so happy that you know his worth and stand under him so willingly. he also adores binding you to his headboard with his crimson red tie, leaving you in absolutely no control.

l (location) - his favorite spot is over his desk, having you display yourself openly to him, ready to take anything he gives you. he also loves just standardly taking you on the bed; but all in all he doesn’t really care where you two have sex.

m (massages) - you ask, you shall receive. he knows that he can be a bit much for you sometimes, so he’s happy to help you unwind however he can (and he secretly hopes that maybe if he touches the right spot you two can squeeze in another round before bed~)

n (no) - he’s up for a lot of things, all you need to do is ask, but there’s a few things he absolutely won’t do. one of them being abusing the death note powers while in bed. yes, sometimes he has you under his desk stuffing your face with his pretty cock while he writes names, but that’s different. he’d never want to use the note while hes inside your sopping cunt; let alone to threaten you. he’d never write your name down, or at least he’d never want to.

o (oral) - he’s big on receiving. like i mentioned, he gets off to you sucking him dry under the desk while he murders people. loves to see your pretty face covered in his cum after he’s done. he also adores going down on you, though. after a long day of killing people, sometimes he’s just too tired to take over your sobbing cunt with his cock, as much as he wants to. so instead he has you on his desk, hands gripping your plush thighs firmly while he works his magnificent tongue along your body.

p (pace) - likes to go at a rougher pace (and just loves hearing you beg him to slow down), but if you use your safe word, he’ll be more gentle with you and make sure you’re okay.

q (quickie) - is 50/50 on them. he would like to be able to enjoy fucking you thourougly, but sometimes he just needs to relieve some built up stress he has (which is a LOT). being a god isn’t easy.

r (risk) - is all for it. he’s banged you in numerous public places; it gives him a sort of rush that he doesn’t get anywhere else. the thought of being caught by someone is so exciting, and he almost hopes that someone could walk in on you two so he could show them how obedient you are for your god. setting such a great example for the people of the new world.

s (stamina) - you swear he can go on forever. usually, you two stop after a few rounds due to you getting tired, but there’s really only been once or twice that he’s gotten tired and collapsed on top of your exposed chest.

t (toys) - he loves teasing you with a small vibrator up against your swollen clit, esspecially while he watches you squirm and beg him to fuck you properly. he also adores tying up your arms somehow, making sure you know who owns you.

u (unfair) - light is the worst when it comes to teasing. he’ll tease you for hours until your sobbing uncontrollably and begging him to let you cum. he does always give you what you want in the end though, don’t worry

v (volume) - he tries to stifle any sound he makes, afraid if will make him look more human and less like a god, but every now and then you’ll hear him groan or softly mumble your name in ecstasy.

w (wild card) - since he is kira, he sometimes always 💀has to manipulate people so they give him what he wants. so don’t be surprised if he comes home after a long day and tells you how he had sex with another woman. but he assures you; “she was nowhere even near as good for me as you, my goddess. you always take me so well, your so obedient. you always know what i want~ you just love pleasing your god, don’t you~?”

x (x ray) - hes a big guy, and oh my god his cock is huge. around 9-9.5 inches, with a pretty good girth

y (yearning) - like i mentioned, surprisingly really high sex drive. he tries to stifle it though, he doesn’t want to be thinking of your pretty face while writing down names, now does he?

z (zzz) - he usually falls asleep a good 30 minutes to an hour after you. he just loves to cuddle up to you and think about all the good things going for him at the moment.

AN: AH ANOTHER ONE DONE 💪 i’m actually pretty proud of this tbh. i also noticed on my L nsfw abcs I FORGOT M 🙁🙁 i’m not gonna go back and redo it now ig but i noticed that when i was going back and forth to make sure i got the abcs right. anyways TYSM FOR THE ASK ILYY MWA MWA 💍💍❤️❤️❤️ THX FOR READING

#smut #light yagami smut #light yagami x reader #death note smut #light yagami x you #death note x you #smut alphabet

[smartycvnt]

I Only Have Eyes for You

Title: I Only Have Eyes for You

Pairing: Alcina Dimitrescu x Reader

Summary: A seed of doubt takes root in Alcina's trust in her wife.

Word Count: 1228

Warnings: none

"You look beautiful, milady. Is there an occasion?" Ash glanced at the maid touching up her hair in the mirror.

"Oh no, but as the newest lady of the house, I figure that it's important to keep up appearances," Ash explained. The maid let it go with a small nod. The whispers among the house staff were different. A couple of the women had gone out with Ash to the village before, and they knew all about the butcher's daughter.

It had the potential to be a cataclysmic scandal. Alcina would ravage the village if she found out about the woman openly flirting with her wife in the village. And the fact that Ash hadn't said anything to Alcina wasn't a good look on her. The maids had never fully trusted Ash. It seemed suspicious that the woman would willingly run into the arms of someone who had been a cautionary tale for years.

"Alcina, honey, I'm running out to the village to grab a few things," Ash announced to her wife. Alcina looked away from her easel to take in Ash's appearance. Alcina had never seen a more beautiful woman come through the doors of her castle. The courage that Ash had shown to challenge Alcina had been what won the larger woman over. Not many villagers would have stood up to the woman like that, but Ash didn't seem to fear Mother Miranda, much less Alcina.

"I thought you just went the other day. I really do wish that you'd stay in, but it isn't my place to stop you," Alcina said. Ash walked over to her and pressed a kiss to Alcina's cheek.

"Don't worry, I'll be back in no time," Ash promised. Alcina let Ash go and waited patiently for her wife to return. Alcina made great strides with her painting and managed to clean herself up before Ash got back.

"Lady Dimitrescu, I do not know if it is my place to say this, but I fear that Miss Ash is not completely faithful." Alcina's immediately reaction was to lash out, but she held herself back to allow the maid to continue. Her staff was smart enough to know what would happen to them if they spent their time spreading lies and mistrust within the walls of the castle. Every single one of them was expendable, and Alcina was more than willing to remind them of the fact.

"What proof do you have?" Alcina asked coldly. She didn't want to believe that Ash, her loving and doting wife, would ever do something like cheat on her. Just because Ash had a fearlessness about her did not mean that she was a complete and utter fool.

"There is a young woman, Ramona, in the village. She is the butcher's daughter, and she appears to be very friendly with Miss Ash. A few of us, who have gone into the village with Miss Ash, have noticed that they seem to be interested in each other," the maid said.

"Go send for my wife's return. I will take this up with her, it is not any of the staff's business. Go! Now!" Alcina ordered. She was utterly distraught. The balance of her marriage and happiness hung in the balance of the word of a common maid. A girl who Alcina had plucked from her home, never to return.

It could be a ploy, something to allow for a revolt among the girls in the house. Alcina tried not to think that way. She had been good to the majority of her staff. They had all that they needed within the castle walls and took turns going out to the village on Ash's somewhat frequent trips.

Alcina's mind was moving at a million miles an hour to keep her from the thoughts of Ash and that girl in the village. Ash rarely spoke of her own upbringing in the village. Alcina didn't know anything about potential friends or suitors that Ash used to associate herself with. All Alcina knew was what Ash's family had been wiped out with a plague whenever she was young. The community had rallied behind keeping Ash safe and away from Dimitrescu Castle. They had all seen too many of their own shipped off to live there, only to hear rumors of their deaths just weeks later.

Any one of those girls could have been a friend of Ash's. Alcina clammed up at the thought of their relationship being an elaborate ruse to take her down from the inside. Mother Miranda had warned Alcina to be mindful of the company that she kept, and for so long, Alcina had been alone because of it. The first person Alcina opened up to and let inside betraying her like this seemed fitting, even if Alcina was genuinely having trouble with the thought of Ash being so diabolical. Ash would have already made a move against Alcina if that was what she had been planning. They had been together for nearly five years now.

"Alcina, honey, has something happened? Magda said that it was urgent." Ash sounded out of breath and panicked. Alcina hated that no matter what Ash's answer was, asking the question she felt that she had to would jeopardize their relationship. Either Ash would own up to her infidelity or Alcina would be the bad guy for trusting in Ash.

"Who is Ramona?" Alcina asked. That was a simple starting point, a place where they could go without an immediate fight.

"Ramona, oh, she's the butcher's daughter. We used to play together when we were young," Ash answered. Alcina didn't sense any spike in her heartbeat, so she took that as the truth. "She's been dying to catch up with me, but I know that you value your privacy."

"So your village trips are to see her?" Alcina asked. Ash could sense the little spike in her anger. Alcina was not nearly as subtle as she liked to think of herself. Ash could tell that Alcina was jealous, but Ash wanted Alcina to admit it. Nothing would ever happen with anybody else in a million years, but Ash needed Alcina to realize that fact as well.

"Partially. We do need things sometimes, but it's nice for the maids to get some time out as well. I figured that this would work for everybody. You don't think I'm spending too much time away, do you?" Ash asked. Alcina started to feel guilty as Ash's intentions came to light. That wasn't something that Alcina had ever thought about before Ash. The woman was making Alcina feel human again, which was both a good and bad thing.

"N-no, it's fine. I was just- nevermind, it doesn't matter. Just make sure that this Ramona knows that you're mine," Alcina said.

"Of course, anything to avert a massacre." Ash leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Alcina's lips. Alcina's hands came up to cradle Ash's cheeks as she deepened the kiss. "I love you, and only you. I've got nothing else if I don't have you, Alcina."

"I love you too, and that is all that matters," Alcina said. She pulled Ash into her lap and held her close until her insecurities began to fade away into nothingness. Alcina should have known that there was nothing to worry about, but it was still nice to hear it.

#my writing #one shot #alcina dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #resident evil x reader #resident evil #resident evil village x reader #resident evil village

[answer2jeff]

Life Imitates Art —Carmen Berzatto.

PART 1/2.

warnings: fluff. painter!reader x roommate!carmen. unestablished relationships. clunky overly detailed writing. carmy being concerned. angsty. mutual pinning. (reader is lowkey mentally unstable like Carmen. i can't write 100% healthy relationships i'm sorry!!!)

a/n: sorry i disappeared and didn't write for weeks and decided to randomly drop this!

You needed inspiration.

With your last three pieces bought out from the French art gallery, L'art de L'amour, you hadn't touched your easel in days. Your brushes had gone dry, the paint clumping and staining every bristle. The lack of desire to make art felt like you hadn't seen the sun in 10 years.

You'd been ignoring this dreadful feeling with sleep.

Long day at the studio, the space filled with no one but younger, starving artists who wanted to admire your work for creative flow—but never wanting to know the real meaning behind every brush stroke, or why you used oil paints for specific pieces? Sleep.

The days fell shorter, the nights falling longer.

Even your roommate, a micromanager of his career, noticed.

It surprised you, possibly more than it should've. When you first moved into this apartment, you had every doubt in the world sharing a space would be enjoyable. For a while, you weren't sure if you could call yourselves "friends." Then again, living with a complete stranger—a man, no less, seemed impractical. But after a month or two, it was refreshing in a way. Carmen always cleaned up after himself, and was never opposed to splitting chores. There was no need to set specific boundaries. You felt respected, cared for. Every minute not overpowered by either of your desires to create were mostly spent with each other. It kept you sane.

You woke up to the sound of Carmen walking into the kitchen, cursing under his breath when he struggled to shut the door of your apartment behind him. Reluctantly, you dragged yourself out of bed, only to find that your bedroom door was wide open. You must've gone straight to bed after spending the entire evening trying and expectedly failing at "cleaning" up the apartment so Carmen wouldn't come home to a mess.

Bare feet pattered against the floorboards, the palm of your hand pressing into your tired eyes. You stretched your arms out, your t-shirt, who you weren't sure if it was yours or Carmen's, lifting up and showing just a sliver of your stomach over your grey sweatpants. The sunlight leaking through the windows blinded you.

"Oh, hey. You're up." A warm, welcoming voice greeted you, followed by the fridge being closed shut after restocking it with the necessities he picked up from Whole Foods.

You blinked to see Carmen hovered over the kitchen counter, clad in a navy-blue crewneck and gold chain dangling from his pale neck. His hands pried at a familiar brown wrapper. Blueberry muffins.

"Hey, yourself," you slurred, barely able to keep your eyes open as you hoisted yourself up onto the marble surface. You gazed down at him, grinning at his messy blonde curls.

Carmen smiled back, blue eyes admiring the sight of you: half asleep, your voice raspy while still having that airy cadence, your hair messier than it was the last time he willingly saw you—which he couldn't totally remember. He came home to the sight of your bedroom dimly lit by your bedside lamp.

"It's noon," he muttered, glancing from his phone on the counter, and back to you.

"Shit. Really?"

"Yeah. You've been sleeping a lot lately," he kept his stare on you as he opened the cabinet beside you, reminding you to 'watch your head' as he grabbed a ceramic plate.

"Isn't that a good thing?"

Your mind wandered to your exhibit. The thought of never having the ability to create such extraordinary work terrified you. So much that you hadn't even tried. It was almost embarrassing: Carmen seeing you like this. Rid of the one thing you convinced yourself you knew how to do.

"Not really."

You wanted to laugh. Maybe he just didn't get it.

If you could make even the painfully mundane into something more, than maybe you were more than just existing. Carmen was actually astounded by you and your work, even with the lack of knowledge in other art forms. Culinary was his calling, but for you? Oh, how he tried to grasp every concept you conveyed in your creative works. All in attempt to comprehend every thought in that pretty little head of yours.

Maybe he didn't understand as much as he wished, but maybe he didn't have to totally 'get it' to get you. Carmen found it hard to read people, their feelings, their true intentions, his whole life. But for once, he had confidence in his intoxicating marvel for everything you did. Even the way you covered your mouth when you laughed around everyone except him, or the way you styled your hair

"Well, it was for the sake of art," you smiled, extending your hand out to accept the plate that held the beautifully baked blueberry muffin. "Thanks for these, by the way."

"Pleasure. And I was actually gonna ask you about that. The—the art. Your art." Carmen joined you on the counter, his feet dangling beside yours. Your shoulders bumped past each other, a laugh coming from the both of you.

"Yeah? What about it?" You bit into your muffin, your gaze never leaving his.

"Well, I uh—I kinda wanted to visit your exhibit, y'know? Get to see it in its full form. I would've asked sooner but—"

"Yeah, yeah, it's okay. I know. Um—that'd be great. That's really nice of you, Carm."

A part of you wondered why he wanted to see it. But it wasn't all too surprising. Carmen took every chance he got to see your studio—even taking the initiative to drive you home from it on late nights, where you'd be endlessly analyzing your works even hours after Carmen would leave what was now, The Bear.

"Nah, I mean, I've just seen all that y'do and it's—" Carmen shrugged, struggling to find the right words to express his admiration without changing the atmosphere, "really cool. It's you, y'know?" His bottom lip was barred by his teeth and he looked into you for an answer.

You wished you could understand how the complexities of a kitchen; how it could clutch Carmen's attention to the point of no return, but you were happy for him. He was making something more of "mom and dads piece of shit," as he called it.

You never thought it was anything short of fucking awesome. He had all of this experience, drive, passion. Carmen felt more real, more rawly human to you than anything. Or anyone you'd met before.

He changed you. You were softer, calmer.

And still, you worried for him, dragging him out of the ever all consuming anxiety. Sometimes this was through watching X-file reruns on the couch. And every night, you'd move a little closer. By now, he'd keep an arm around you as your eyes became heavy and the room stirred with darkness and comfortable silence. He prayed to whatever ruled above him that you wouldn't notice, simultaneously wishing you'd want him to hold you gently like this. Even grocery store trips, something so simple, felt this way—which you missed out on this morning. You'd stand on the edge of the cart, your hands supporting your weight as Carmen pushed the handle with both hands, eyes scanning the isle for whatever obscure ingredient he needed for the dinner he planned on making you that night.

Every time he looked away, you stared. His beautifully carved nose, the way he bit the inside of his cheek and furrowed his blonde eyebrows when he tried to focus on making a decision. You were afraid, in a weird, animalistic way. You hadn't stopped yourself from relying on him. What if loving him this way made him pull away–or worse, you? You had to admit, having something this painfully simple in your life that made up for the chaos, was a little hard to accept.

It took everything in you to pretend you didn't notice him cleaning up the bathroom you shared whenever either of you left your belongings lying around. You wanted to convince yourself it was because he didn't want to come off as a slob, or influence you to be one yourself. But it always felt more like he was looking after you. Nothing that belonged to you would ever be misplaced again. Not with Carmen around.

You took pride in the little things. Your shoes placed next to each other near the front door, your toothbrushes leaning against each other with corresponding colored clips to cover their bristles. This was good. Change was good.

#carmen berzatto #the bear #carmen berzatto x reader #painter!reader x carmen #ugh i love this #angsty fluff #carmy is so cute i need him #sorry i haven't posted #depression is a bitch #uni is kicking my ass #like seriously #anyways yeah #enjoy this #love you guys mwah

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𝕾𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔠 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔣𝔢𝔪!𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯. ❦

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𝔅𝔬 𝔖𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔩𝔞𝔦𝔯 ❦

He wouldn't mind it. If it's rock or metal, he might tap his foot to the beat. He wouldn't show it, but he's enjoying the music just as much as you are.

If you let him choose the music, no doubt will there be Marilyn Manson and Deftones. I mean, they were both in the movie 🤷‍♀️

Memorizes which songs you seem to enjoy the most, and will play them for you when you're helping him out in the station. It's the little things that matter to him.

He'll never admit it, but he loves Christmas music.

𝔖𝔱𝔲 𝔐𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔯 ❦

Oh my gosh, he's all for it! He'll be up and dancing with you even. Is not afraid to sing the songs while you sit back and laugh at him. He just wants to make his girl laugh.

If you prefer rock, he's totally fine with that! He would call you a badass. Anything and everything you do will always have him in awe. There's nothing you could do to drive him away.

He wouldn't want to listen to country, though. He doesn't swing that way, it's not his style. Only for you would he listen to country. He might get down to Boot Scootin Boogie though..

Will play your favorite songs at house parties, and make sure everyone knows it. He just wants to show you off to the world. "You can look but you can't touch" kind of mindset.

His guilty pleasure song is for sure Mambo No. 5. He can't help but get up and dance every time it comes on.

𝔗𝔥𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔰 ℌ𝔢𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔱 ❦

Doesn't hate it, but he wouldn't 'enjoy it.' He's just kind of chill. He won't care the genre. As long as you're happy, he's happy. Anything to make his girl happy.

He wouldn't really get up and dance with you. It isn't his thing. But, he would tap his foot to the rhythm, just to let you know he's enjoying it.

"Do you want me to turn the music off? I don't wanna bother you." and he's immediately shaking his head aggressively. He wants you to enjoy yourself! The volume doesn't affect him.

Would really like AC/DC. He can get along with them, he likes the pace. Not hardcore, not soft.

𝔗𝔢𝔵 𝔖𝔞𝔴𝔶𝔢𝔯 ❦

Dances with you. No shame in his game! Anything that has to do with you, and he's there.

"Tex, can we dance?" and right up on his feet is he.

Will show you his collection of CDs full of his favorite songs. He's got a little bit of R&B, rock, country, and blues. He gets all giddy when you tell him your favorite is the same as his. "We were just made for each other, darlin'."

Would invite Junior to come dance with you two. He knows Junior loves music more than most people.

𝔅𝔯𝔞𝔥𝔪𝔰 ℌ𝔢𝔢𝔩𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔢 ❦

Classical.

Doesn't understand why anyone could sit there and willingly listen to harsh music and heavy lyrics. But he'll make an exception for you.

Wants to slow dance with you. 'No' is not an option. If you tell him no he'll be upset and turn the music off completely.

After exploring some other genres and bands, he'll admit that he's starting to like boy bands. The music makes him want to dance, he can't help it.

Will bust a move to Everybody by Backstreet Boys.

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[duplicitywrites]

an outtake from the eternal flame, where i was fiddling with the idea that harry is a hot commodity at hogwarts and tom is Simply Not Having It

After Talbot Higgs lands in the infirmary, the third Quidditch ‘accident’ in the past two months, Harry finally puts the pieces together and asks Tom to meet him after dinner. Tom goes willingly, a spring in his step. They settle in the small sitting room in Harry's quarters. “Higgs is in the Hospital Wing,” Harry says. “He says someone threw him off the tower, and he doesn’t remember how he got up there.” Tom says nothing, waiting for the rest. If Harry won't accuse him outright, they have nothing to say to each other. Harry rubs at his face. “Is there something wrong? Something upsetting you? Please, talk to me.” “Nothing,” Tom says in a flat monotone, “except perhaps some people who don't seem to be capable of keeping their vile thoughts to themselves.” Harry pales. “Did they—has anyone been—” His hands go white-knuckled against the armrests. “Did they hurt you?” “No,” Tom says, answering honestly without thinking. Then he considers the question and adds on, “Why would you even think that?” Relief flickers across Harry’s face. “Then what is it?” Tom shrugs, keeping the motion casual. “I don't like how some of them look at you. Or talk about you. It's inappropriate, and—” Harry’s brows pull together. “Tom, what are you talking about?” "You don’t know what they were saying,” Tom says, keeping his voice low. “What they were thinking—” He breaks off, disgusted. “I know exactly what they were thinking,” he says. “I know that they were thinking about how they could get their hands on you.” Because that’s what he wants, too. He’s not going to let anyone else kiss Harry. Any time Harry wants to be kissed, he can come to Tom, and Tom will oblige. Harry’s face contorts, and Tom knows that he’s deeply upset. Tom doesn’t know why Harry is so upset. Surely he can see that Tom is only trying to help. “You're going to put them all in the Hospital Wing because you don't like the way they look at me? I really doubt that Higgs is—” “No one will find out,” Tom interjects gently. As if they'd ever trace all of this back to a second-year student. The idea is laughable. “This isn't just about being caught,” Harry says, faint. “It's about—about being a good person. They don't deserve being hurt, Tom." He draws in a large, shuddering breath. “I promise you, no one else is going to touch me. Do you really think—think that some student would—” Some student might. Tom might.

#updates #the eternal flame #tomarry #extras #shoving all these onto tumblr so i can clear them from my scraps dumpster

[lucienarcheron]

Spirit Meets the Bones - VI

Genre: Angst/Romance Warnings: Mentions of physical abuse.

shoutout to my darling @abruisedmuse for keeping me sane while writing. ily!

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Find it all here.

He had let her win. 

She knew it and though it stung her pride for a moment, getting to see his hounds would be worth it. 

Iris was not trained to be that good of a rider to truly have a chance at beating him but she had wanted to try. 

After he cheated by giving himself a head start, Iris had chased after him, letting out a cry of outrage followed by a string of such foul language that Eris had not expected, he had to stop just to laugh. 

She had stopped next to him, ready to launch into a verbal assault but the sight of him laughing so openly had any words die in her throat. Iris could begrudgingly admit that her husband was handsome but...gods, he must not laugh often for his face to look this radiant when he did. 

Her face flushed at the thought. She doubted anyone had ever used the word radiant to describe Eris. But fire flowed in his veins and it seemed to burn brighter when he smiled. Iris grimaced. If he ever found out these thoughts crossed her mind...his ego would be suffocating.

And like children, Iris had insisted they count to three and then raced back to the stables. 

But he had still let her win, even at the cost of the kiss he constantly teased her about. 

Eris didn’t think she would hold it against him though. In fact, based on the conversations they had been having all day and how her shoulders had loosened alongside her expressions, she seemed to have relaxed enough not to hold too much against him at this point. 

Especially if he kept smiling at her. She seemed to pause when he did. He was listening to her requests and that seemed to open an avenue between them. They were all reasonable requests. He had no real reason to say no.  

Eris also found that he liked it when she smiled back at him. Really liked it. So, he wouldn’t take a kiss unless she would willingly give it. 

They continued to watch each other as they returned the horses to the stables, the air between them less tense than it had been this morning but still mingled with awkwardness. 

When they finally began walking towards the general direction of the house, Iris stopped him with a gentle hand and Eris’s eyes zeroed in on her fingers touching his knuckles. That she was touching him voluntarily...

“The hounds.” she only said and Eris looked at her with a raised brow.

“Don’t tell me I need to teach you basic manners, wife.”

Iris narrowed her eyes. Both of Eris’s brows went up.

Iris watched him then, watched him as he watched her. He had been awfully reasonable all morning, but she still needed to work through this doubt of hers. And he was still a little shit. Which meant she obviously needed to be one right back.

Slowly, she brought her hands to rest beneath her chin and gave him a charming smile. “Please take me to see the puppies, husband.” 

Eris’s whole body locked up and he immediately let his expression turn stoic. He prayed to whatever gods were listening that the tip of his ears didn’t give away the cardiac arrest he was sure his body was succumbing to at the moment. 

This was an outrageous reaction. She had only said please with a smile. It should not have this kind of impact — what in the cauldron —

“They are not puppies.” he barely managed and her smile widened. 

“I did win so it’s only fair you take me now,” she said and slid an inch closer to him. “Then we can go on the tour? You said there was a music room you would show me.”

But Eris wasn’t listening. He willed his mind not to focus on the words ‘take me now’ but rather, focus on what little distance was now between them. She had not only touched him on her own, without a dagger present, but she had also moved closer to him. On her own. His eyes were on the inch of space between them. What did this mean? It would be impossible for her to trust him enough already. Was it him being agreeable? Was it —

Iris watched him and bit her lip, which did nothing to help him. His whole body had shut down. “Eris?”

Eris looked up at her and blinked. Then cleared his throat, shook out his hands, and held out his arm. “I’ll take you. You did win after all.” he finally said, and Iris didn’t fail to notice the slight color on his face. 

Fighting back a smile, she smugly took his arm, the feeling much different from her taking his arm as she had on their wedding day. 

They began walking in silence towards the kennel, Eris guiding their walk and Iris took the time to pay attention to her surroundings. She was also painfully aware of the way his body constantly brushed up against hers.

The grounds surrounding the Forest House were in beautiful condition. Everything was neatly trimmed, the colors merging like a beautiful fall painting, the air crisp around them. 

Eris nodded to each of their sentries as they passed, and Iris observed how they reacted to him.

“Are these some of the sentries loyal to you?” she whispered, making sure she appeared as demure as they expected her to be.

“Most are loyal to me. Only the ones directly under my father’s hand are not,” he replied quietly. 

Iris blinked. He was a lot more powerful than he let on. 

“You hide it well.” 

He looked at her in confusion. “Hide what?”

“The fact that it would take you very little to overthrow your father but you hold back.”

Eris froze, stopping Iris with him. Carefully, he looked around them in a way one would think he was observing the weather. Gently but firmly, he pulled her by the arm to face him and in a voice barely above a whisper he said, “Do not ever say something like that again. Especially outside of our bedroom. Especially out in the open. The wind carries all secrets.” 

She blinked, her eyes flickering to the hand on her arm and then back to his carefully crafted expression. But his eyes gave away his true feelings.

“I didn’t realize it was such a sensitive subject.”

“Both of our heads will be on spikes faster than you can apologize,” he said quietly. “My father does not take to traitors.”

“You’re his firstborn,” she whispered.

“Who is more well-liked and rivals him in strength.” his lips barely moved as he answered. “I tread very carefully. He’s punished me for less.”

Iris swallowed then nodded and Eris slowly let go of her arm. Clasping his hands behind him, he jerked his head towards the path leading to the kennels and Iris followed him quietly, a slight distance between them now.

It served as a reminder to them both that they still knew little about one another. So they walked in silence until the sound of barks and growls greeted them. 

Eris turned to look at her. “This kennel only opens with my magic and the very limited staff that take care of them. As my wife, you would now also be given access,” he explained. “They do not obey anyone but me no matter who orders them, but I can train them to obey you as well when the time comes.”

Iris nodded and despite the tense moment that had passed between them a few moments ago, she couldn’t help the excitement that bubbled inside her. Eris shot her an amused look.

“You will have to let me go to them first so they don’t attack you, understood?” he asked and she saluted, earning her an eye roll. “We’ll see if they’ll let you stand close enough.”

“But I want to cuddle them.”

Eris rolled his eyes again, opening the kennel door slowly. “Your funeral,” he muttered.

Instantly, the barks grew louder and in a blink of an eye, Eris was surrounded by all twelve of his hounds who excitedly jumped around and over him. 

“Hello, my pets,” he said in such a soft affectionate tone that it felt like Iris was intruding on a private moment. “I missed you all. Yes, yes, I know, I should’ve stopped by earlier.”

She stood watching him, her amusement growing by the moment but more importantly, Iris felt herself soften as she watched him. He addressed each of them, petting them individually and Iris had to physically restrain herself from jumping in the middle of it all.

“Eris,” she said in an almost whine and that brought his attention back to her, looking over his shoulder with a smirk.

Almost at once, the hounds faced her, realizing they had a newcomer in their midst. Some paused, observing her while others started pacing slowly around her. Iris let her gaze flicker all over the so-called kennel as the hounds surveyed her and it was the most extravagant animal space she’d ever seen. 

The place was warm and each hound had its sleeping space labeled with their name and pillows that looked more fluffed than the ones in their own bedroom. Each had their own water and food bowls that Iris could swear were solid gold. Toys were scattered across the floor and when her eyes fell on a basket filled to the brim with more, she turned to Eris in disbelief. 

“Lethal, you say?”

“Just because they’re trained for a specific purpose doesn’t mean they can’t be spoiled,” he said defensively, his hounds still trying to get his affection and him happily obliging. “I need them to be loyal and to be loyal they need to be loved. 

Iris felt the words loyal and loved vibrate through her body, their earlier conversation still ringing in her ear. Tugging on her ear, she circled in place, taking in more of the space until Eris finally stood.

“My pets, this is my wife. Please line up nicely to introduce yourselves,” he spoke and Iris shot him a look of surprise as his hounds did exactly that. “She is a special someone who will have access to you all as well. We must treat her nicely and protect her, yes?”

A chorus of barks followed his question and Iris huffed out a laugh.

“They...understand you?”

“Of course,” he said and walked back towards her. “They understand more than people give them credit for. So, feel free to talk to them as well.”

She raised a brow. “I thought you said they won’t listen to anyone but you?”

“I thought you said you could get them to cuddle with you?” he countered, and she rolled her eyes. 

“I will. You’ll see,” she muttered and slowly lowered herself to be at eye level with the first of the hounds who only stared at her. “Hello, my friend. My name is Iris and I am here to love you with all my heart if you’ll let me.”

Eris’s lips twitched at the cooing in her voice. “This is Lyra. She’s the leader of the group. Win her over and the rest will follow.”

“Well hello, Lyra.” Iris gushed and held out her hand for Lyra to sniff. “It is so very nice to meet you. Please, please let me hug you.”

Iris held her breath as the hound observed her, waiting for her to do something and it felt like a test. To know if she was worthy of affection. 

A heartbeat passed and Eris wondered how big her disappointment would be when Lyra ignored her. He almost wanted to bribe the hound.

But Lyra did not want to disappoint. Lyra reached out and sniffed Iris’s hand and Iris froze in place as the gray sleek hound slowly circled her, all the while sniffing. Eris watched as the hound sniffed at Iris and then looked towards him, sniffing in his general direction. He raised his brow at the hound who only blinked back at her master and turned back to circle Iris again.

With her hand still held out for Lyra, Iris whispered loudly, “Please let me love you, you majestic creature.”

Eris snorted and Iris shot him a reproachful look, but the hound now stopped in front of her, sniffing one more time at her hand, blinking up at her then slowly resting her head in Iris’s palm.

Iris tried but failed to hold back a giddy giggle and Eris could only blink in amusement.

“Well hello!” she practically squealed and Lyra looked up at Iris who gently cupped the hound’s face and leaned in to kiss her nose. “You’re so sweet and I love you already. Oh, yes I do.”

Eris watched and crossed his arms, pursing his lips so he didn’t do anything stupid like smile again. Which he had done too many times today already. 

He watched in disbelief as his lethally trained leading hound whined softly and allowed Iris to not only pet her but scoop her in her arms.

“You little traitor,” he muttered and Iris laughed. “How are people going to be afraid of you if you succumb to sweet words so easily? I’ve been boasting about you for nothing.”

Lyra only woofed and seeing their leader sit so calmly in the arms of their master’s guest, the eleven other hounds approached her cautiously. 

“Oh hello!” she said sweetly, reaching out her free hand to pet whichever one was closest. “And who are you? And you? Oh, look at you all!” Glancing up at Eris, she squinted at him. “Introduce me now, please.”

Scoffing, Eris lowered his hand to pet one of his other hounds as he rattled off their names, pointing to each one. “That’s Sirius, Ara, Carina, Apus, Phoenix, Leo, Vela, Atlas, Pavo, Canis, and Antares.”

Iris slowly looked at him with a raised brow. “Are those —”

“Inspired by the constellations. Yes. The Night Court can’t claim the stars as their own.” he said, the tips of his ears heated and Iris held back a smile, turning back to Lyra and Atlas who had come closer. “Say what you will but their names suit them.”

“Self-conscious about that, huh?” she teased, petting the fourth hound to settle itself near her feet. “It seems I’ve pushed more than one of your buttons today.”

Eris tensed briefly, rubbing at his ear. “I didn’t mean to get firm with you. Or grab your arm,” he said quietly. 

Iris didn’t reply, her focus on the hounds surrounding her, each one trying to feel her touch — much like their master craved.

Eris lowered himself to pet Sirius then softly added, “You need to understand. The way things are with my father...if he sensed any ill will from me, he wouldn’t hesitate to hurt me. Or use you to hurt me.”

Iris’s mouth tightened. “Why?”

“It’s how he keeps us all in check,” he said. “You may be my wife now, but you aren’t the first female in my life. It did not end well between me and her because of him.” 

Iris thought back to Lucien and his first lover. Beron hadn’t hesitated to ruin them and that was because he thought Jesminda was beneath him. What would he do to the wife of a traitor son?

 “What happened?” she whispered and Eris’s shoulders tensed. 

“It was a long time ago,” he said quietly, his hands gentle on Ara. “She wasn't a lesser fae like Jesminda so he really went out of his way to make her uncomfortable. To bother her. To try and run her out.” 

As if sensing Eris’s tone shifting, two of his hounds brushed up against him and he gave them a small smile. “In the end, my father won and got what he wanted from her willingly...she left soon after and has been happily wedded for years now.” he continued, and Iris didn’t miss the way his shoulders seemed to hunch at the words. She desperately wanted to keep her disgust at his father off her face and debated whether to reach out a hand. But his shoulders carried so much tightness, that she kept her hands to herself.

He cleared his throat and then added, “None of my relationships were serious after that. There wasn’t a point. So, I just wasted time and kept any dalliances quiet.”

Iris bit her lip, watching him avoid her eyes. It made her hesitate...but she had to ask.

“I want to ask one more question,” she said quietly. “But if you don’t want to tell me, that’s alright too.”

Eris looked at her, his gaze assessing. A heartbeat of silence passed before he finally said, “Mor.”

Iris nodded and watched as Eris looked away, seemingly debating.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” she added again, and he shook his head before giving her a tight smile. 

“If you’re asking about my part of the story and whether I did leave her on the border or not,” he said and let out a breath, “That part is true.” 

Iris’s hands paused their petting and she swallowed. “Even in the state she was in?”

Eris looked down at the several hounds that had surrounded the two of them, almost encompassing them in a circle. He let Lyra nudge him into petting her and it was a moment before he could meet Iris’s gaze. 

“What happened with Mor is something I will regret having any kind of part in for as long as I live.” he murmured “But you have to understand, if I had touched her...if I had tried to help her...it meant a worse fate.”

Iris felt a sense of dread rise in her, watching Eris’s jaw clench, especially when another hound whined softly and drew closer to him. 

“It meant…” he continued faintly. “My father could do whatever he wanted to her and then make me do whatever he wanted to her. It would’ve been a fate worse than death. She may not have wanted our union but neither did I.”

“I’m sorry for asking,” she said softly but Eris shook his head. 

“You can always ask. It’s a fair question,” he replied, his expression neutral. “Mor made her decision and I had to make mine. I was young and had no power so I wouldn’t have been able to protect her. He would’ve capitalized on that. The only thing I could do was send for the Illyrians to come get her and I paid dearly for that. It doesn’t make me noble by any means but I did what I could in that situation. I would’ve never wished what happened to her on anyone.”

This time Iris didn’t hesitate to reach out a hand and gently lay it on his. He glanced down at it and then back at her. 

“Do not think I am unaware that I am the villain in her story. It is her story to tell, and I have made peace with it.” he continued and met Iris’s gaze. “But it is not a narrative I wish to continue with anyone else.”

Iris bit the corner of her lip then gave him a tight smile of her own. “Anyone else?”

He returned the same smile. “Anyone else.”

A beat of silence passed and because Iris didn’t want to think too deeply about his words and his tone, she said, “Should I be concerned about having sister wives at some point? ‘Anyone else’ seems a tad vague.”

Eris snorted. “I’m barely surviving with one wife, let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

She bit back her small smile and with her hand still on his, she gently squeezed. “Thank you. For sharing that with me.”

Eris seemed to freeze for a moment and then blinked and quietly said, “Thank you for asking.” 

They watched each other for another moment and Iris’s heart beat wildly as his thumb grazed her hand. His eyes dropped to their joined hands and Iris watched as he opened his palm, her hand now resting fully in his. 

“You have lovely hands,” he said soberly. 

Her hand twitched in his, but she left it there as he continued to brush his thumb against it. “They were meant to be playing the piano, I think.”

“To wield a dagger too, I’d say.”

“Best of both worlds.”

And Iris felt her cheeks heat when he looked at her, the corner of his mouth curving up. She glanced away and though a part of her didn’t want to — and that same part of her deeply enjoyed seeing her hand held in someone else’s, she pulled away before it started shaking and stood.

Eris’s hand closed on the space where her hand had rested and then slowly stood as well just as Iris sighed softly. She bit her lip, willing her heart to slow as she turned to look at him. 

“Your father is going to be a big problem, isn’t he?”

Eris snorted and met her gaze. “He’s always been a big problem. He’s just gotten worse since under the mountain.” he replied and added more urgently, “It’s why you can’t say things like you did outside. It’s why I let him overpower me and it’s why you need to be careful which mask you wear around him. It’s why my mother —”

But he cut himself off here and Iris knew without him saying, just how much his mother still had to put up with the High Lord. 

She thought back to what Eris had told her before. 

It is in our best interest to play by the expectations so that no one looks too closely at us.

“I understand,” she said. “I don’t like it. But I understand.”

Eris nodded and if Iris had blinked, she might have missed his appreciative glance. 

“I don’t like it either. No one does but we make it work until the right moment.”

Iris stood next to him, her hands still rubbing behind Lyra’s ear. “Until the right moment?”

Eris seemed to weigh the words he said next very carefully. “There are...pieces at play,” he said slowly, and Iris blinked. “It will work out when it does.”

She furrowed her brows but nodded all the same then looked down as another hound nudged her hand. Smiling, she petted Vela and then looked up at Eris. 

“So, what do I have to do to convince you to let them sleep in our bed?”

His heart did a strange spasm at the words ‘our bed’ but Eris composed himself well enough to roll his eyes casually. “Their beds here are posh enough.”

“You’re telling me you’ve never let them sleep in your bed with you?” she asked and lowered herself once more as the hounds surrounded her again. “What a waste.”

He debated how truthful to be with her here because...well. How else would they build something if he wasn’t honest? 

Iris waited with a challenging look in her eyes, and it was quiet for a moment until Eris pursed his lips, feeling almost compelled to speak, and finally, after a heartbeat of debate, he relented. 

“I give them all turns so my father doesn’t pay too much attention to the fact that I actually care about them for reasons other than killing. The only exception has been this past week which is why they’re very excited to see me,” he said quickly and fought back his embarrassment as Iris gave him a knowing look with a smile.

“I do not object to them joining us. They can be part of the pillow barricade,” she said, and Eris’s eye roll wasn’t forced this time.

“You won’t have that for too long though, will you?” he said, shooting her a look and Iris narrowed her eyes at him. 

“What makes you think that?” 

“All this blushing and smiling? You’re already deeply in love with me, wife,” he said and grinned at her snort. “I see it in your eyes, you want to take me right here, right now but we can’t traumatize my hounds.”

Iris let out a laugh and his lips twitched as she stood again. “You really do live in a fantasy world, husband,” she said with a shake of her head. “Can we bring them along on the tour?”

“If you’re nice to me, I’ll let them join us in the evening.” he offered, and Iris narrowed her eyes once more at him. He only smiled.

Turning to the hounds still surrounding them, she gave them a sigh and then said, “Your father is the worst.” 

Eris choked. “Father?”

“Isn’t that what you are?” she asked with a cheeky smile. 

“I — get out,” he ordered, pointing to the door and Iris laughed softly.

Ignoring his request, she turned to the hounds. “Until we come back for you again, I will miss you so very dearly.” she cooed, and Eris watched her in absolute amusement as she leaned down and kissed each of them on the head. 

Nose in the air, she shoved past him and Eris stood blinking for a moment before chuckling. Turning to his hounds, he gave them a mockingly stern look. “We need to have a chat about how easily she won you all over.” he reprimanded but the hounds only woofed in response. 

As if to tell him, she’s easily winning you over too.

#eris vanserra #eris vanserra x oc #eris x oc #eris vanserra fanfic #acotar fanfiction #gfics #smtb chapters #if you'd like to be tagged or removed pls let me know :) #I see the tags and commetns and ilya

[witchersoldier]

Stars He Hung

azriel x fem!reader

PART TWO PART THREE

SUMMARY: He hung the stars for you. Then he made you cry them all.

WARNINGS: (+16) first person pov, angst, implied smut, insecure reader, reader comparing herself to others, unrequited love and like one swear word (let me know if I missed something).

WORD COUNT: +1300

AUTHOR'S NOTE: this fic is my take on the "star tear disease", similar to the "hanahaki disease". It's my first full length fic in like 8 years, so please be kind. Know that English is not my mother tongue and I didn't proof read any of this. Honestly I'm too excited about posting this to search for mistakes. If I get enough positive feedback, I might write part two or something <3

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When I was younger I used to think that the apex of love would be seeing stars every time my one and only was near. I thought I’d be so lost in their eyes, drunken in the comforting undying love. I wasn’t wrong. Not completely, at least.

Because here I stood at the top of the stairs, watching the male I thought was the one and only for me. Watching as he gives her a shiny necklace. Their proximity was suffocating me, as if the closer they got the tighter my throat felt. When their lips were mere centimeters away from each other, I felt it: I felt lost because of the look on his eyes as he touched her unflawed porcelain skin. Everything I’ve ever wanted, ever hoped for, was fading to ash by the second their faces inched closer. She was taking all my dreams for herself, painfully ripping them away from me. The worst part was I couldn’t even be mad at her. Elain was the most captivating female I have ever met, and I doubt she could have evil in her heart, her soul, to willingly throw me off the path loving Azriel was. Now I only felt lost, with no place to go, no one to guide me through the endless night.

My hands were being pinched by pins and needles, my eyes and nose burning from the incoming tears, tired of holding them back. A blinding, golden shimmery light came in to my vision as I let the tears fall freely. Maybe I was going to pass out? I sure did feel lightheaded. But I couldn’t be more wrong about the source of the light. As my hands wiped away the waterfall coming out of my eyes I caught a glimpse of golden glittery liquid staining the back of my hands, but before I could give it any thought a gentle tap on my shoulder startled me. Turning around and facing the person, I could barely distinguish the High Lady and Lord in front of me, the glowing tears overflowing and making it hard for me to see. “Y/N? What is- are you okay?” Feyre calmly asked me, now holding my wet painted hands in her tattooed ones. “I-” my throat felt tighter than before, I was seconds away from breaking down into oceans. Nodding my head before mumbling a response. “Good night.” was the only thing I managed to get out before sprinting towards my own room.

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It was the middle of the night when I finally calmed down. Although the golden liquid coming out of my eyes had seized, I still hurt profoundly. My chest was aching, my heart beating rapidly. I sat before my mirror, blinking and wiping the substance that came out of my burning, irritated eyes. Analyzing it.

If stars could melt, they’d for sure look like this, the warm, glittering gold tears I cried all night. Cried for him, because of him.

Azriel and I had a bizarre relationship, I never quite knew where we stood, where he thought we stood. Were we just friends? Were we lovers? Last night was the first time in the almost one year that we’ve really known each other that I could see the puzzle we were from his point of view. We were acquaintances. Acquaintances with benefits, I’d dare say. Cause not even the pain I was in could erase from my memory all those sleepless nights, tasting each other, tangled limbs and messy kisses. My mind couldn’t help but drift to the last actual interaction we had, almost two weeks ago.

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I fell beside him on my bed; legs shaking, mind in a blissful haze. Five times in a row. Five times he took me to heaven and back again. Azriel made me see stars. I opened my eyes after a while, just to see his shiny golden irises looking right back at me. His eyes were so warm and comforting, just as his embrace was. Big wings draped over my naked sensitive body, relaxing my shaky muscles and keeping the cold winter breeze away. Tonight felt different, not just because of the sex, there was something else. Inside me. A fulfilling sentiment. “Fuck. You should- you should get yourself cleaned up, you’re-” Azriel stopped, clearing his throat. “Well, you’re leaking my seed. There’s no other way to say it.” He said calmly, and though my head was heavy with sleep, I could sense the smirk he had on his plump lips. “You made the mess, you should do something about it. Be a good boy and help a girl out, will you?” I muttered, small smile on my lips. I heard a breathy laugh and his footsteps distancing.

I was startled awake when the bed dipped beside me and a warm wet cloth rubbed against my inner thigh. I must have fallen asleep after he went to the bathroom. “Hey. I’ll get you cleaned up and then we can sleep, that okay?” Azriel’s voice was soft. Softer than I have ever heard him. ‘Then we can sleep’, that’s what he said. Not ‘you can sleep’. We. Us. It made my heart jump around in my chest, having him care for me. Were my tired mind misinterpreting things, maybe? I sure hoped that wouldn’t be the case. I begged The Cauldron it wasn’t the case. Hoped that maybe it was finally time for my undying love to be returned.

I didn’t realize he had finished cleaning me up until I missed his body warmth beside me. Blindly reaching out to him, I touched his scarred hand, grabbing his attention back to me. Whatever it was I wanted to tell him faded into sleepy incoherent mumbles. He leaned down to kiss my forehead, and through almost closed eyes I could swear I saw his lip tremble and tears form in his waterline. I muttered something before the warmest and brightest of feelings inside my chest lulled me into a deep sleep.

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No matter how hard I tried to remember what it was that I said that night, I couldn’t recall anything. I would give all that I could to go back there and understand what I’ve done for things to change so drastically. After that night, Azriel grew cold and distant. I wanted nothing more than to be near him. I was left with only this inner desire, a tug inside my chest, pleading me to be with him. But I couldn’t.

Those past few days have been hell. Seeing him with Elain almost every second of the day made my heart slowly crack. I had no right to feel this jealous and betrayed. We never spoke about being exclusive, strictly each other’s, but never in a million years I could’ve foreseen him jumping to someone else as quickly as he did. But then again, Elain was the sweetest female I knew. Pretty and kindhearted, it was so easy to fall under her spell, even I could fall for it, too, weren’t it for my feelings for a certain winged male.

Maybe Azriel didn’t do it out of nowhere. I noticed how he looked at her before we got close. Noticed how he’d try to be close to her. Then he got so close to me. I wasn’t even half the female Elain was. Maybe that’s what he wanted? Something to help him get over the middle Archeron sister. Obviously that didn’t work out. I couldn’t be enough, I’d never be. No one compares to her.

How could I let myself open up to him? Let him in so deep to the point where I felt empty without him near. To the point where all the stars he made me see faded, seeped, poured through my very own eyes.

Because that’s what’s happening. All the stars he hung so effortlessly to the dark, empty night sky that was my soul, all those shiny little dots of happiness are melting down. What happens when the last dot fades? When the last liquid star runs down my cheeks? What then?

#azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel x oc #acotar #elain x azriel #acotar x reader #azriel #feyre archeron #elain archeron #acotar imagine #acotar fanfiction #fan edit #acotar smut #azriel smut #azriel imagine #azriel angst #star tears #hanahaki

[krishgupt]

Ash Betrayed (Part -5)

"The Topic being your utter stupidity!!!!!!!" Lance said in an angry voice, shocking Ash.

"What did I do?" Ash said in a confused tone.

"Each Region's League is supposed to be independent of their National Govt! They are supposed to be answerable only to the World Championship League! Literally all the Champions supported you! I supported you! Cynthia supported you! Steven Supported you! Dinatha supported you! Leon supported you! Geeta of Paldea supported you! Kantonian Govt supported you! Johtonian Govt Supported you! Kalosian Govt supported you! The other champions were getting around gaining support of their Govts! Why couldn't you wait! I was about to call you but before I could! I found out you have send a letter to that Bastard! He purposely got the call leaked so you get emotional and stp thinking rationally!" Lance said.

"Done?" Ash asked.

"What?" Lance asked.

"Done with you ranting?" Ash asked.

"Oh Yes! You for the sake of Lillie has transferred your Championship, causing an Internal crisis in the League's structure and Constitution and encouraging other Govts to try to bring their National Leagues under their influence and I am the one who is ranting?" Lance asked.

"Listen, Lance, I understand what I have done will cause minor annoyances and attempt for power grab in the short term............................................. I will also agree when I was writing the letter, my priority was Lillie's wellbeing-" Before Ash could complete, Lance interrupted him.

"That was the only thing in your mind when you were writing it! Admit it damnit! Ash! I know Lillie is still not yet Naturalized and thus it is extremely likely that Bastard may have put every block possible in her return to Alola! But Ash, a Govt stays in Power for only 5 years! Champion stays in power until they are defeated, retired or died! You have willingly gave up an indefinite position for a temporary problem!" Lance ranted again before catching his breath. The Anger was not just because what Ash did has caused a crisis will definitely encourage other Govts to undermine the League's authority, but also because he knew becoming Alola's champion was a major thing for Ash which he had sentimentally given away.

"Done?" Ash asked again.

"Yes," Lance said.

"So listen to me, as I was saying, while writing the letter to President Wau, the first and primary priority was Lillie's wellbeing, but! There were other things going in my mind, especially the Xenophobic agenda of President Wau," Ash said.

"And?" Lance asked a little curiously.

"Listen, if I would have rejected what President Wau was asking, he would have doubled down on Anti-Kantonian and Anti-Non-Native proporganda, creating divide and hatred between Alolan Natives and Non-Native residents! This could have ended in riots unnecessary bloodshed. But Now, with me retreating, they really don't have much valid and legitimate cause to spread hate between the two groups! They have already purged Non-Natives from Govt Jobs and League Jobs. Non-Native workers in Alolan Private sector make up less than 5% of the total private workforce! Majority of Non-Natives in Alola goes there for two purposes, Tourism, which I doubt they will touch, and Education! There, they can, at most! Demand reservation here and there for native students, but other than that, not much, since foreign students are big business!" Ash explained his reasoning, Ash Lance tried to process it. Finally he sighed and said.

"You have proven me wrong once again Ash, how did you knew all this!" Lance said with a smile.

"Talked to Professor Oak and Kukai, took a little help and Gary and had a little video call with Gladion and Miss Lusamine," Ash said with a smile

"*Sigh* But, this is also true that Lillie's wellbeing preceded all of this! She may not have been my sole concern, but she was my first priority!" Ash said with a smile.

"Lillie Dear! I told you to get Ash, why are you standing here? And Are you alright? You don't look good?" Voice of Delia came from the front Door. Ash and Lance turned to see Delia and a very Red Lillie.

"What happened Mom?" Ash asked to a very concerned Delia.

"Look at her, the girl's head is hot like a frying pan (For Brock, a drying Pan)," Delia said as she put her hand on Lillie's Forehead.

"I-I-I-I-I am fine Mam!" Lillie said she tried to cover her blush with her hair.

"If you say so, but I will make fruit juice for you just in case!" Delia said as she turned to Ash.

"And Ash! See what Clemont made to help in Farm Work!" Delia said with a smile as she left.

"Cool! Science is so amazing!" Ash said as he went behind his mother. Leaving Lance and Lillie.

"He is a good kid, take care of him," Lance said to a blushing Lillie as he went behind Ash and Delia, leaving behind a very blushed Lillie with her Hands on her chest.

"Arceus my Heartbeat, It feels like my heart will blow up," Lillie said as she thought of what Ash said and smiles.

"He...................................... He is so kind................................. always thinking about everyone, always worried about everyone," Lillie said as she smiled.

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And so came the the last day of Clemont and Bonnie's first journey to Kanto. They were in the Airport, Ash and the entire crew was there to see them off. Clemont shook hands with everyone and hugged Ash. Bonnie was ready to let go of Delia and Serena, but finally, she had to let go. It was the rule of Dialga. Whatever has come must be let go off. With this in Mind, Clemont and Bonnie bid their farewell and went to the plane. In the Airliner, the siblings talked about this travel, especially about Delia.

"Ash is so luck to have her........................ I wished I had a Mom," Bonnie said in a sad tone. Clemont still remembers, the day their mom died. She died at childbirth of Bonnie. Doctors could only save one, and it was a rule in Kalos that if a situation comes at childbirth in which only could be saved, all resources must be allocated to saving the Child.

After their Mom's death, Meyer proceeded to make himself busy with taking care of Bonnie, as a way to cop with Nancy's death (Clemont and Bonnie's mom). Clemont, on the other hand, took to science as a copping method.

"Yeah......................... He is very luck," Clemont said. He knew he shouldn't be saying things like this. He knew Ash also didn't have parent, his dad.................................. But he couldn't help but feel Jealous of Ash for having Delia. It was not a malicious thought, but Clemont felt guilty for feeling it.

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Ketchum's Residence now only have Ash, Delia, Brock, Misty, Lillie, Serena, Dawn, Pikachu and of course, Mr Mime, who I definitely haven't left out till now because I forgot about him.

Ash, Brock, Pikachu and Gary (who was a daily visitor now) were watching TV, Delia and Mr Mime were cooking food and Misty and the three girls were in lake near to the Ketchum's residence.

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"I told you this will be fun!" Misty said as she splashes water on Lillie. The girls were playing in the lake.

"Yeah yeah, but I am tired now," Lillie said.

"Same here," Serena added as all four retreated to the warm ground.

"So, Misty, how is it going with Gary," Dawn asked, making Misty blush.

"W-W-What? What do you mean?" Misty asked.

"Oh please, it is clear you two like each other! So tell na! You are dating or not?" Dawn said.

"I-I am not answering this!" Misty said as she turned her head to hide her blush.

"This is cheating, you ask us about our feelings for Ash and it is fine, we ask yours and it is wrong?" Serena said blushing, thinking about Ash.

"So you three do agree that you have crush on Ash!" Misty tried to change topic but it didn't work.

"Yeah we three agreed that us walking out that day probably left no doubt about it so we will not even pretend it anymore," Dawn said.

"Now your turn," Lillie said with a smirk.

"Damnit!" Misty said.

"So, do you like him?" Dawn asked with a sly smile.

"I.................................... I.......................... I-

Boom! Another cliffhanger!

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[abarbaricyalp]

New Suit Goofin'

I just think Bucky is gonna feel a lot of ways about the new suit. Rated M

Bucky's life had been complicated since he'd been unceremoniously swept away from the fairly quiet existence he and Sam had carved out together. He worked for some pretty terrible people with some pretty weird people. He had more or less decided to double cross those terrible people as soon as he realized what the mission objective was. (Did they really expect him to willingly betray Wakanda and steal whatever vibranium this hodgepodge team could find?) And now he was chasing down a truly insane group of bad guys who called themselves the Serpent Society, like they were some bad fifties gang. Not because they were bad guys--why would government sanctioned heroes chase down bad guys when they could fuck over good guys--but because they maybe had access to someone who might be trading in something like vibranium. Bucky doubted this. They didn't seem capable of finding cough medicine in a pharmacy.

He crept through an old industrial building, ducking around the temporary walls that he assumed usually denoted working spaces. There was nothing here that would be useful to anyone. If the Serpent Society had ever been here, they had cleared out more effectively than Bucky thought they could. He was just about to send a message to the rest of his team when the whine of small engines stopped him.

The engines were winding down and then the careful crunching of footsteps followed. Bucky took a step back, preparing himself for whoever may be coming in from the other direction. It shouldn't be any of his team, but he felt like whoever it was was being too careful to be Serpent Society either. What could anyone else possibly want with a cold lead on these idiots? There was nothing in the building he could use to track the intruder, no reflective surfaces or security cameras, and he was running out of places to keep himself hidden in.

It was only by virtue of super soldier hearing and a bone deep realization of the breathing pattern he was hearing that Bucky realized who was coming around the corner and that kept him from throwing the first punch.

Sam Wilson did not have super soldier hearing. All he had was the too-late realization of who was in front of him and the widening of his eyes two milliseconds before his fist connected with Bucky's nose.

"Oh, Goddammit, Wilson," Bucky groaned, bringing his hands to his face as he bent in two, like he could cringe away from the pain.

"Bucky?" Sam asked like he still wasn't really sure he was seeing the man in front of him. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Bucky, through eyes that were still watering, glared up at him. "What the hell are you doing here?" he asked instead, voice nasally. And when he took an extra second to look at Sam, he added, "And what the hell are you wearing?"

Because Sam was in a dark suit that fit him like a glove. The world's sexiest glove. There was something about the dark wash of it, the mysterious air it gave Sam, the svelte cut off each part of it. It was thinner than the suit Bucky had helped design. There weren't as many extraneous adornments, not as much heavy kevlar. Red accents at his arms and shins cut an impressive cohesion, drew the eye along the perfect lines of Sam's body. There was no cowl, at least not that Sam was wearing, only his goggles, which he was pulling off one handed while the other reached for Bucky's face. And even though Bucky's face hurt, he let Sam touch it because there was probably no better remedy in the entire world.

"I leave you alone for a few months and you defect to a super villain group?" he teased, though his voice was impossibly soft.

"What are you wearing?" Bucky repeated, because he was still very much stuck on the fact that Sam looked so damn good in a suit that Bucky did not design. "I leave you alone a few months and you throw out all my gifts?"

Sam looked down at his suit, passing his fingers over the silver flying star on the chest. "Needed something subtler."

"You don't have a subtle bone in your body," Bucky pointed out. "No suit is gonna help."

Sam's eyes lit with a retort he didn't voice outloud. "What are you doing here?" he asked again. "I was joking about you joining the Serpents."

Bucky rolled his eyes and drew his hands away from his nose. The break would heal on its own and he had better things to do with his hands. Like run them over Sam's chest and the harness straps for the jet pack. Then down to the tight cut of his waist. "Does this have enough protection? It seems thin."

"Stop avoiding my question," Sam answered. "It has plenty of protection. Shuri helped."

"Shuri made this?!" Bucky asked in a strangled kind of way. "She helped with your betrayal?"

"Betrayal," Sam snorted. "You're so dramatic. It doesn't really seem like you're all that betrayed."

Bucky squeezed Sam's hip, just to prove his point, and then reached up for his comm piece and Sam's. He dropped them both on the ground and crushed them beneath his heel. "Now about getting a subtle bone in your body," he suggested with a grin.

Sam rolled his eyes, but he also grinned and let Bucky pull them flush together by the jetpack straps. "Oh, you think you're subtle?" he asked dubiously.

"I think I want that suit off of you," Bucky corrected. "The rest is sprinkles." He walked them back to the nearest cubicle wall and he was careful not to crash them through it as he tested their weight. Surprisingly, it held without even a groan of protest.

"We're working," Sam pointed out in that sexy growl he got when Bucky was pushing all the right buttons.

As desperately as Bucky missed Sam while they were split up like this--and as much as he hated his current job that kept him from Sam--there was something to be said for the fact that a little distance, a little tension, a little building up of desire had brought out several old habits from when they were crashing together every few weeks while one or the other of them was on the run. Bucky loved, more than anything, getting to wake up next to Sam and make breakfast or taxi kids around or haggle together at the farmer's market. He liked being Sam's back up during missions. He loved being partners in every sense.

But he also really liked this as a consolation. The accidental run-in's. The rush of frantically trying to eke out whatever pleasure they could steal from each other in bathrooms and dark halls. Abandoned buildings. And always, Sam would growl out something about surveillance or discretion or a time frame. And always the argument wouldn't work on either of them. They would kiss, needy and desperate and still so in love, and that would beat out any other circumstance. Including broken ribs on Bucky's part once.

Bucky broke first, pulling Sam's face to his and kissing him breathlessly. Breathless, mostly because Bucky's nose still wasn't working. If Sam considered that, he ignored it. His hands were on either side of Bucky's face instantly, and he aligned their bodies better while Bucky all but melted against him.

He put his hands on Sam's body again and groped at the material of the suit. It made Sam moan, which was great, but not actually what Bucky was going for. He was checking the elasticity of it, the give of it as he pinched a bit between his fingers. He could feel the same kind of micro-structures of the last suit, but Shuri had outdone herself in making this thin and movable.

And, God, Sam just looked so damn good in it. Bucky wanted his mouth all over it, all over Sam. He wanted to lay him out on the floor right here and drag his teeth over the star on his chest, lock Sam's boots behind his neck, figure out how such a thin material was containing Sam's perfect thighs. Figure out where all the hidden fastens were. If he pressed the star, would the suit retract into itself? Bucky had asked for that with the other one and clarified it was for injury purposes only when Shuri made a face and waggled her eyebrows at him. She'd said no that time, but hope springs eternal.

"See if I ever buy you expensive gifts again," he breathed against Sam's mouth while he squeezed part of the suit. The fact that he was also squeezing Sam's ass was coincidental.

Sam spun Bucky around so quickly, Bucky's head kind of went light. Sam was also wearing the fingerless gloves he was partial to, which Bucky only realized as his fingers passed through Bucky's hair once before moving it to the other side of his neck. The leather caught tantalizingly on his hair, brought the smell of Sam's lotion and sweat with it while his bare fingertips brushed over Bucky's neck.

"Do you like it?" Sam breathed against Bucky's pulse point.

"This?" Bucky asked weakly. He dropped his forehead to the wall. "Yeah, I love this."

"The suit," Sam corrected with a nip to the curve of Bucky's shoulder, just above the scarring, where only Sam was allowed to touch.

"It protects you," Bucky conceded. Then he lost his train of thought as Sam slowly ground against Bucky's ass. Bucky suddenly hated the bulky holster sitting too low on his hips.

"Thought about you when I was getting it fit," Sam continued. "The fact that it wasn't the one you designed. If you'd be mad. If you'd tear it off the first chance you got."

And, listen, maybe if it was uglier or Sam wasn't Sam and Bucky wasn't Bucky and they weren't deliriously into each other, then maybe Bucky would be more irritated. Unfortunately, this was ranking up there with the shimmery half-mesh suit Sam had worn to some fashion event and the ridiculously simple red swimshorts he wore to the beach for the best things he'd ever put on. In a few hours, maybe the irritation would set in. He had put thought into the design and the colors. There was symbolism in the white, thank you very much. It wasn't just about not being subtle. Purity and shit. A little bit that Sam was basically a Goddamm angel. And this suit still seemed lacking. It wasn't sturdy enough and without the cowl, Sam's had was exposed. These things would irritate him about the change.

But Bucky was not thinking about any of that. Not when he could picture Sam's dark silhouette pressing against him, with only his own gear and that suit that clung to Sam so perfectly between them, instead.

"Do want it off," Bucky groaned. He tilted his head to encourage Sam to keep kissing him. "Want it off so damn badly."

Sam pressed a series of scalding, open mouthed kisses down Bucky's neck, back to his fluttering pulse point. "It's not coming off, Barnes."

Bucky had an eloquent argument that amounted to 'hng' and a desperate press back into Sam's crotch. It earned him more wet, sucking kisses, but the suit remained on. "You know what, Wilson?" Bucky growled. And he felt the little shit grin against his neck. "I'll take it off of you."

Bucky turned in Sam's arms and Sam immediately took a step closer, slotting their bodies together from the chest down. "How are you gonna do that, Barnes?" Sam asked against his mouth. "Gonna lay me out on the floor and run your hands over every seam until you find a zipper?"

"Maybe I'm gonna tease you to the edge over and over again until you tell me."

Sam hummed and nipped at Bucky's jaw. "I don't break so easy."

"You've never had to face the Winter Solider," Bucky pointed out and then swept Sam's feet out from under him. He caught him of course--he'd have to have stopped touching Sam to let him fall and that wasn't happening. He straddled Sam's waist as they went to the floor and pinned one of Sam's arms by his head. "Now don't start swooning for me too soon, sweetheart."

Sam tilted his head back against the floor,a cool, defiant, teasing glint in his eyes while he still was opening himself up to Bucky in every other way. "I've walked away from the Winter Soldier twice," he corrected. "And I walk away from you plenty. You're the one with an addiction to me."

A low, pleased growl rumbled in Bucky's chest. He was entirely too enamored with Sam, it was true. "I think our addictions are just different flavors," he said. "You like me in my tac-gear. You like how I am when I'm wearing it."

Sam brought his free hand to Bucky's hair and pulled him down into a hungry kiss. Bucky really liked Sam like this too--eager and dangerous, throwing caution to the wind. It made him laugh when people assumed Sam was the level-headed one because Bucky felt like he was always grabbing the back of Sam's shirt to keep him from running head first into the action. Sam wasn't even very good at ignoring Bucky's goading in the instances where it was Bucky wanting to do something stupid.

Like stripping each other down while they each had teams waiting on them right outside.

"Come on, Sam. Give me some kind of hint," Bucky urged, ducking his head to kiss Sam's neck. "Let me ride you in your lap, look at you in this fucking suit."

"You just want me to ruin it," Sam breathed, holding Bucky's face close. "You wanna ruin it."

Bucky gasped in mock affront. "I would never. But, if it happens, oh well, you have another."

He didn't have to see Sam to know he was rolling his eyes. "I'm not taking off my clothes." He pushed Bucky back until he could reverse their positions, kissing Bucky into the floor as he fit his body against his. "And I'm not getting rid of this suit. You wanna know why?"

"Because it makes me want to take it off of you with my teeth?" Bucky hazarded. He draped his arms over Sam's shoulders and kissed him languidly.

"Nah. Because this is a Cap suit and I'm Captain America," Sam said against his mouth.

Bucky shivered in pleasure. "Yeah, you are," he agreed with a proud hum. "So I guess you should be telling me what to do."

Sam glanced back the way he came before pushing his hand under Bucky's shirt. "No way," he breathed. "I like you insubordinate."

Bucky grinned and pressed up into Sam's touch. "I can do that too, Cap. Which is a great time to say I think you should go back to my suit."

Sam kissed his dissension away.

#sambucky #bucky barnes #sam wilson #captain america #writing #sambucky fanfic #the falcon and the winter soldier #onlysambucky

[bbnibini]

Unhinged Obey Me Nightbringer Thought: Solomon's Dream Paradox

I've been having some thoughts about Nightbringer lately, and this in particular won't leave my mind (to call it a theory is a stretch, more of an AU or what if but it's fun!)

(spoilers for S4 onwards in OG Obey me under the cut:)

What if all of the events in Nightbringer were a product of Solomon's dream? What if all this time, we were never spirited away, never disappeared, but had just...never awoken ever again?

Worse of all...what if we don't even exist? What if we actually died in Chapter 16? What if the timelines weren't actually ever merged and there was an actual timeline where we died and our death had left everyone a mess?What if the we the brothers had come to know were someone (who loves us very much)'s very much embellished idea of us?

I've been seeing a lot of speculation in the fandom lately, discussing one of the most noticeable plotholes in the current story:

Where the hell is Solomon (NB timeline)?

Here are some of my speculations(to correlate with the dream theory)

1. NB Solomon isn't around because he is currently in a slumber, much like the Demon King.

In season 4, we come to know that Solomon had willingly placed himself inside a dream world and was not seen for several years. He just...vanished and was never heard from again. Sound familiar?

For some reason, Solomon's reasoning didn't really...sound right to me if that makes sense? While I don't doubt that he is ready and willing to jump into timelines for us...and can be quite shortsighted and one-track minded even (to the point he seemed almost uncaring and flippant in this scene):

There are obvious variables that were overlooked in what he said:

What happened to the Demon Brothers?

Why was he able to use Barbatos' powers WITHOUT Diavolo's permission? (When OG Obm said that Barbatos couldn't use his powers without Diavolo's permission?)

Which brings me to the conclusion that there was possibly something that went wrong when Solomon had jumped into spacetime. And for continuity's sake in this "theory", let's just say, it has cost him your life. And he could never bring himself to accept your death.

Which brings us to:

2. NB Solomon jumped into timelines to try and save you several times but failed.

This is where...things become complicated. Assuming that the second bullet point is true, then this explains Solomon's sense of urgency in his first call with us.

The sense of urgency is because he knows the consequences of his several failures. It had gone to the point where his recklessness becomes more apparent and he had become more upfront in protecting us because:

3. The NB Timeline is all a dream, and it's a dream Solomon is having over and over to quell his regrets.

The more I think about it, the more I feel like NB is too...pandering or maybe too... indulgent and wish-fulfilling if we look at it at Solomon's perspective:

He gets to have you as his apprentice

You live together with him

You have a stronger bond in the NB timeline and you trust each other.

He gets to have pacts with his own demons much earlier than the original timeline.

He has a chance to revisit locations from his past that might have significantly changed in the previous timeline (like the Otherworld and the Realm of Knowledge)

If everything in NB is just Solomon's dream, this would also explain why Barbatos is very upset with him. Because:

Solomon made him use his powers without Diavolo's permission

He had stuck himself inside a dream and refused to wake up and bear the responsibility of your loss

Inevitably, this theory would almost make him the likeliest candidate for Nightbringer because of these scenes:

Notice that he said YOU SEEK TO FORGE PACTS WITH ALL THE BROTHERS and that is precisely what HE WOULD LIKE AS WELL.

Wasn't it Solomon who told us we should forge pacts to "go back to the original timeline"?

Nightbringer's words are very on-brand with Solomon's well-meaning yet out-of-touch way of him of showing affection.

He is immortal, so his way of describing time also checks out. This is the same man who told us that he used to live in a colourless world before we arrived.

And why he always writes himself out of scenarios where everyone seems to bond and get closer because NB is written in his perspective and in his own opinion, he feels like he doesn't deserve to share the happiness with you because he had failed you. So he can only live on in a dream.

There is another angle that I can take from this ridiculous thought and that would be even more ridiculous:

There are two Solomons. NB Solomon in a slumber and the other, our OG Solomon. Barbatos does not like OG Solomon because he assumes he is an impostor.

This is again an unhinged thought that I wouldn't even call it a theory. I doubt this will ever be canon but does it explain so much lmao.

#i have himeko's nightglow playing while i was cooking this up #sorry im a sad mess #i told you it was unhinged #it made more sense in my head then again im not really in the mood to write rn #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me nightbringer spoilers

[missamyrisa2]

Hello Miss Amy! I fell in love with your tickle teases since the first one, and I'd love to know... how would you tickle the VERY ticklish inside of the mouth of a silly little lee... Tip: the roof of the mouth is their worst spot!

My, my, my ~ it's sooo delightful how my ticklees just so willingly wander into the Giggly Menagerie baring their most precious tickle spots hmmm?

Such a special tickle spot will require a special tickle tool~!! And oh yes, I've had experience with ticklish mouths ~ did you even doubt it? That's why I'll show you my tricks as you sit at my examination chair, smirking as I press the button to make the it lean back~ sooo I have this here tongue depressor, and it's prettty good at probing the roof of the mouth and other areas ~

Open up nowwww ~ open up for tickle mama~ I'll keep tickling your neck with this lil duster until you doo ~good thing you're nice and restrained on this dental chair huh?

There we gooo ~ see, my little tool can just lightly touch around your inner cheeks and up, tappy tappy on your teeth and riiight along the ridges of your mouth top ~ the roof is full of silly itchy giggles huh? Ooh, but this smooth surface isn't the best for tickles. That's why I'm gonna show you my trick. We take the tongue depressor, and we take this flat handled under eye concealer brush, keep your tongue nice and settled down, and then I can paint those little ridges and shapes on your roof ~ oooh yes. Keep that mouth steady now ~ Aww, your giggles are so silly and squeaky like this ~ how adorable~!

Little brushy tickles from side to side and let's explore by your teeth tooo~ ooh yes, just the lightest touches. The littlest graze of my brush to get all those sensitive areas. Funny thing with mouth tickles is everything gets all wet and less tickly. That's why I come equipped with so many tools ~ let's set the brush aside and ooh before we get to the next one, stick out your tongue ~ come on now, give me that cute tonguey tongue. I'll tickle your belly and make it come out ~ tickle tickle tickle ~ there we gooo ~ theree they bee~ ooh yes, I do believe I'm tickling your tongue with my nail tip mmhmm ~ it's tongue awareness day, didn't you know?

Okay, put that wiggly thing back in and now my stiff stiff feather gets to check out~ under your tongue. Flip it up, silly ~ this is gonna be intense but don't worry I'm riiiight here ~ little probing touches, that's all it takes ~ keep that tongue flipped up or I'm really gonna tickle youuuu ~ oooh, look at that soooo sensitive ~ and I have my other finger to slip in and test those cheeks toooo~ little index finger strokes on each inner cheek ~

And last but not least ~ my cooool roller ~ just a chilled metal tool I can smoothly glide on your roof now. Oh yes, total tickles on that hidden field of giggles. Laugh it out my unique gigglebug ~ all your tickles are met here ooh yesss~<33

[therogueprincedaemon]

"Do you really want me? Or is this your way of getting back at my father?" -- From Rhaenyra.

Forbidden love prompts from here @realms-delight

“What do you think?” he hissed back into her face, his pride hurt by the words she chose towards him. Did she really think this was all a game? That he willingly risked to lose his brother and used her for it? For what? Entertainment? It drove him mad when she spoke her thoughts so clearly, but he also adored that rebellious nature in her that made her so different from all the women he had ever met. Rhaenyra was fierce and always strong. Sometimes stronger than he could be especially when it came to words. But that didn’t change the endless urge to break her apart with his desires, that she would shatter under the force of his touch to never doubt his claim on her again. What could be realer than this? More raw than the need to have something so forbidden?

“You don’t know what you’re saying, princess.” he murmured like in a threat, his arm still rested against the door next to her face to speak more closely down towards her. “I have many ways to get back at my brother and you… you’re far more the reason to hold back than to drift me further apart, can’t you see?” Viserys would never approve of this. Never allow it. And they both knew that if they would tell him what they speak to each other and how they shared their lustful glances, it would rip his mind apart which was the last thing Daemon wanted to do to him. He adored his brother despite all the fights and he was the only reason why he didn’t take her to Dragonstone to keep her in his chambers to have her whenever he wanted. No, he hold back. All these years he swallowed what he truly wanted just because of him and now she questioned if this was to simply hurt him? He had other ways to do that and did it daily by his pure existence, what else would he need to hurt him more? “You do not have the slightest idea of the torture I go through every day since you first looked at me like this, princess. And you either stop to play with my sanity or you’ll give in and never accuse me of this again.” His thumb slipped over her chin to stop under her lip while his forefinger hold her face in place and lifted it to stare back at him. “It is not wise to challenge a mad man, you of all people should know that.”

#ugh I hope I wrote him accurately #daemon x rhaenyra #realms delight

[zhongrin]

I got permission♡♥♡♥

Alright so my head has been filled with many school au with the genshin man

Imagine a rival to lover where the genshin men is a transfer student and stole your place in the academics throne.

Also I'm soo sorry but somehow this turn to some brainrot dump, I swear I was just going to do some light brainrot but it suddenly became a whole hc instead (and if you wondering yes I have a bias I'm so sorry I can't help it when I'm thingking of any genshin men, my hubby he's always come up and take most of the brainrot instead of anyone else)

Alhaitham who's just causally take your 1st place and all of this attention by not even trying (man is already a A+ student, and bless with faces of art). Him Who's not bother with you at first, before you start to match his exact score, him who's annoyed that he has to share the number 1 rank with you. Him who like to see your reaction when he score a whole 0.1 point higher than you, it was a bother hearing your claim of 'I will take you down! You'll see!' Or ' hah, I'm just going easy on you!! I would've drop you to 2nd place if I were serious!' He knew very well that's not the case and you've try your best. But he was also the one suddenly become petty (being all pouty and more snarky with his word with you) when you score just a bit higher in some exam, suddenly he's is intrigued with you who label him as your sworn enemy, he was the one now to search for you (discrete and with a lot of fabricated stuff saying it's more easier for him to find you than "seeing you running along the school ground like a madman" for him) and compare his score with you. You wouldn't notice but in times you need reassurance he will willingly without a doubt, help you study in his own way of pointing mistake and make sure you got the right material for the exam(along with his little touch up note he slide in the material).

Now imagine a transfer student zhongli, he won't be in 1st on the very first day. But I can assure you it's because he's still trying to be comfortable with his new environment. Once he's comfortable enough he will start to climb his way up without a sweat, and you cant even hate him for it. Man is a walking archive, hes sound like he live for Ages with all of the knowledge he has retrained in his head. Zhongli will be the type of rival to step down if you look down after seeing you look devastated, but once you told him not to hold back.....he won't. A gentleman who will now sit beside you during lecture to help you beat him yourself, him who share his note with you when you forgot to brought yours, him who would tutor you after class (if you accept that is) when he realize you were struggling in one of the class. And you really can't seem to hate him for doing all of this thing, not when he radiates a innocent aura when he offer you help. A sign he's not doing it to mock you but simply just to help you. before you know it, you have become close enough to rely on each other, with you coming to him everyday to chat with him, listening to his story, studying with him and all sort of stuff. Before he know it he become attach to you, starting to calling you dear from time to time when your alone (definitely caught you by suprise the first time ( not him saying "why not, you are dear to me " in his handsome face and smile) you ask about the endearment he calls you), him having to always care for you and look out for you, and him beeming with happiness when he know you near with him, he's only wait for time for you to fall and show sign of acceptance to him before he can tell you what he feel about you.

Now for the worse type of transfer student, wanderer. He's the type of guy who will take the 1st spot because he can, the type of person who will not even give a care in the world when everyone is either flocking at him for his beuty and smart or hated his gut and blunt talk. Oh no, he has no interest in that, but then you came up to the picture, saying he was your sworn enemy. Trying soo hard to beat him in a test, talking back at his snide remark with other snide remark, challenging him to try harder when he realizes your catching up to him. Reminding him that he's not the only one who say something snide at people, having fun seeing you banter around with snide remark along with exposing each other flaw (in line of course, won't be there to say something that would hurt each other for real) for the whole class to hear. Oh he's very much intrigue now, not only you were now catching up, now he also has to protect his pride from your snide remark about him. He see you as his rival now, from time to time you and him would fight over who would get the highest score, who has grown taller than before (we know who at this point lmao) and seeing who has the better physics. It wouldn't get long before he start to anticipate seeing you all work up with his high score, or when you have the brightest smile when you beat him slightly in a test. Him who suddenly become more soft (without you knowing) with you, constantly tormented you for having eye bags while he look like a panda himself. with how he start to study seriously for you to not catch up with him, him who would scold mock you for not having time to eat breakfast because of studying while he grumply place a cafeteria meal in front of your desk with your favorite drink. Him who suddenly glare at anyone who talk to you, taking all of your attention from him, him who suddenly keep bringing 2 lunch when you stop bringing yours because you want to focuse on study, he who would grumble how he didn't have 2 lunch because he me made on purpose for you but because his little sister make too much ("why would I made a lunch for someone who can't even take care of themselves, hah! Be grateful my sister made a mistake! I'm simply treating you like a dumpster for my sister overflowsbad food" (obviously a lie ;) ) and he who would make sure you keep up with class with how he kick your legs to wake you up or how he would oh so gracefully lend you his note book when you forgot to bring yours. It was a clear image for the class how wanderer have seen you as someone more than just a rival, for now the class only have to wait for him to be brave enough to confess or you to finnaly notice and confess (the class even bet who will be the first to let go of their ego to finnaly confess)

crying and sobbing at al haitham and zhongli. esp zhongli bc that kinda sound so similar to my own crush-slash-rival back then sobsob.

we used to compete for 1st place throughout the years of school and i've only managed to beat him once - and boy that felt so good. he congratulated me and everything too so it was a bonus >:) the cutest thing was that we'd always sit together on classes (our school allowed free seatings) instead of sitting together with our friend groups and everyone would tease us for it but we never cared. he was super fun. we'd geek about FMA together and he'd show me his drawings and stuff. and he'd get sulky whenever another guy patted my head or pull on my arm and i'd get sulky whenever he talked to this girl who's also good at english to ask questions instead of me- jfc my romance life back then was so adorable what tf happened it's so dry now orz

(healthy) academic rival is my secret weakness aughskfjkdjdks these are all so cute... i hope yall who's still at school can have these endearing moments. ik the general trope is that school sucks and it's hell, and depending on your circumstances that's probably true. but from my experience, i still feel feel like making lasting connections is much more easier in school environment. i miss my school days. i hope you all can enjoy it at the fullest while you're there. you can't rewind time, after all.

#rin answers #rin is having tea with: reirea-002 #this was super endearing i love them altho i want to punt wanderer like bOI-

[sassypantsjaxon]

Enough

For day 7 of @hwsrarepairweek2022, I offer you...the cardverse GerPan analysis no one asked for but you’re getting anyway...

Kiku was slowly awoken by Ludwig’s arm around his waist and his lips on his shoulder, neck, jaw, and everywhere else Ludwig could reach without moving himself. Kiku reached up to tangle his fingers through his husband’s hair. “My Love,” he whispered, “The sun is barely up.”

“The delegation from Diamonds is arriving today,” Ludwig reminded him, his mouth barely moving against Kiku’s skin. “We’ll be expected to greet them.”

“I am certain they would not arrive this early. Francis would never willingly wake before noon.”

He felt the rumble of Ludwig’s laughter more than he felt it. “That is true,” Ludwig agreed as he sat up, “But we do have other responsibilities to tend to before they arrive.” He reached down to brush a lock of Kiku’s hair behind his ear, “Darling Mine,”

“But not yet,” Kiku murmured as he pulled Ludwig back down for a proper kiss.

...

Anybody who didn’t truly know them might believe that the King and Queen of Hearts marriage was merely a political alliance. They did not cling on to each other in public, in fact, they barely seemed to touch each other at all, unless absolutely necessary. There were no softly spoken words of affection spoken where anyone could overhear them, all their conversations seemed to be about official kingdom matters. There was no passion overflowing as arguments either, rather they were in agreement on every matter brought before them.

And yet...there was an expectation of some sort of...romance...between the king and queen of Hearts of all places. But there was rarely a show of any emotion from either of them. The occasional polite smile when appropriate, or an annoyed frown when provoked. But there were no longing glances or lingering touches between them.

Still, there was no doubt that Kiku Honda, the son of a foreign dignitary, who had been raised across many countries and kingdoms and gained all the grace and diplomacy one would expect from one in that position, was-politically- the best match for the King. Just as there was no doubt that Ludwig Beilschmidt trusted his Queen. Ludwig always listened to what Kiku had to say during official meetings, and always went to him first for advice in how to handle matters with anyone from outside their kingdom. It was undeniable that they worked well together for the sake of the kingdom.

And to anyone who truly knew them-know how little Kiku had opened up to anyone before his husband, know how few people Ludwig had ever trusted, know how lonely they both had been before meeting each other-to them is was obvious they were more than a perfect political alliance. Even if it was only obvious to those who truly knew them, it was obvious the King and Queen of Hearts were truly in love with each other.

Not that they needed anyone else to know. They didn’t need anyone to see the way they held onto each other every night, and woke up together every morning. They didn’t need anyone else to hear the whispered affectionate words spoken only behind closed door. The soft ‘I love you’s and gentle touches and shared bathes and passionate kisses and tangled bedsheets were theirs and theirs alone. 

They didn’t need anyone else to believe that they were more than a political match. It was enough for Ludwig and Kiku to know they were loved.

...

“We really should get up soon,” Ludwig tried to protest, without trying to detach himself from his husband.

“It will be hours before anyone needs us,” Kiku reminded him as he pulled him closer.

Ludwig kissed him again, “Hours,” he repeated as he reached under Kiku’s clothes.

“And hours.” Kiku insisted.

It was enough.

#gerpan #hwsrarepairweek2022 #day 7: fantasy #aph germany #aph japan #cardverse

[xuxibelle]

Just Breathe

Pairing: Park Sunghoon x Reader

Word count: 4,316

Warnings: slight swearing, FLUFF

Summary: It's been too long since Y/N has been in a relationship and her best friend wants to help her with that... but it's not what you think

“It’s been almost 2 years, Y/N… I think it’s time for you to start dating again… or at least maybe make an online dating profile and see what’s out there for a start. That doesn’t necessarily mean you HAVE to go out with one of them, but it would be a start, you know?” your roommate and best friend Paige tells you as you’re watching a movie one night. 

“I don’t know… I’m still not comfortable with the idea,” you tell her as you keep your focus on the movie. You know she’s still watching you, waiting for a reaction.

“You’re gonna have to get back out there sooner or later, and the longer you wait, the more difficult it’s gonna be,” she tells you. You look down at your hands in your lap as you feel your anxiety start to rise thinking about what she said. You know she’s right, but you really don’t want to take that chance again. The only good experience you had was your childhood “boyfriend” when you were 6 and you couldn’t really even call that a true experience. However, you two were inseparable when you were kids. Sunghoon and his parents lived beside you growing up and you were forever at each other’s houses. Everyone could tell he liked you because he NEVER shared anything with anyone except you. If someone tried to play with his toys, he would fight them. If you came over while he was playing, he would give you the toy he was playing with and pick up something else for himself. If it was snack time, he would give you some of what he had. Both of you were devastated when they had to move because of his Dad’s promotion. You had barely gotten 3 years with Hoon. You were 9 when he moved, he was 10, yet you both cried… you understood what was happening though. You both promised to keep in touch. And you did for a while, until things faded away… Sunghoon had gotten caught up in figure skating and had less and less time to stay in touch which made you sad, but things happen for a reason right? You reach up and wipe a tear from your eye before it can fall. “Hey… I didn’t mean to make you cry… I’m just worried about you… I want to see you happy,” Paige tells you as she puts a hand on your shoulder. You shake your head as you smile at her.

“You didn’t make me cry,” you half laugh. “I was just remembering things,” you confess.

“Bad things?” she asks.

“No actually… Good things mostly… The only good experience I had with the male form,” you laugh. “When I was a kid,” you tell her and then explain about Sunghoon.

“He sounds sweet… Did you ever talk to him again?” she asks curiously.

“No,” you say sadly. “He just kind of disappeared when he started skating.” You shrugged your shoulders as you looked at her. “I never thought of looking for him again.”

“Maybe you should…” she says as she tilts her head, biting her lip with a smile. You thought about it for a minute before you looked back at her.

“I don't know, Paige… That was like… almost 10 years ago… I doubt he would recognize me now,” you tell her. You didn’t know if you would even recognize him for that matter.

“You never know,” she says plainly. “I would try if I were you. It sounds like he really liked you.”

“We were kids…” you say with a roll of your eyes.

“True… but how many 10 year old boys do you know that willingly cry in front of anyone?” she asks you with a raise of her eyebrows. You bite your lip as you think about what she says. 

“I’ll think about it,” you tell her to make her happy. 

“That’s all I ask,” she says with a smile. And truly you would think about it because now that you had talked about him, Sunghoon was all you could think about. You were curious to see what he had been up to, if he was still skating, what he looked like… Later that night when you went to bed, you decided to start your search just to see what you could find, if anything. It didn’t take long, to your surprise. As soon as you typed his name in, there were over 1 million search results. You were in denial that it was him even though it did favor the boy you knew a little. When you clicked on one of the pictures and saw the mole on his nose, you sat straight up in your bed and screamed. “What is it? Are you ok?” Paige asked worriedly as she ran into your room.

“I’m… no…” you say as you look at her with wide eyes starting to blur with tears. She walks over to sit beside you on the bed.

“What? What is it?” she asks as she looks at your phone to see what’s made you upset, seeing the picture of Sunghoon you had clicked on. You backed out of it and showed her the others. “What’s wrong?” she asked, confused.

“Sunghoon…” you say quietly.

“THAT’s him?” she says in shock. You nod as you watch her face. “You’re sure?” You clicked back on the picture you had pulled up before and pointed to his nose.

“I know it’s him…” you tell her before you pull out a photo album from your book shelf and flip to a page that has a picture of you two on it. “See?” as you point to him. “Same…” you say as you look at her with wide eyes.

“Holy shit… Y/N,” she laughs.

“This isn’t funny.”

“No… This is amazing,” she explains.

“How so?”

“Because he’ll be easy to find… Let’s see…” she says as she looks at a website. “Oh look! He’ll be in the next town over in two weeks!” Your eyes go as wide as dinner plates. “Okay… breathe,” she laughs. “It’s okay.” You shake your head.”

“I don’t… I don’t know if I can do this…” you tell her. 

“Of course you can… I’ll be right here with you,” she tells you with a smile. She makes a few clicks on the website on her phone and looks at you. “There! We’re officially going.” You couldn’t believe the little boy you knew growing up, the one that disappeared to ice skate was in a band now… A famous  band at that…. You could feel your anxiety grow over the next couple of weeks. It was the day of the show, so of course you were extra nervous now. “Just breathe,” Paige tells you as you are walking to the venue. “Do you trust me?” she asks you.

“Absolutely not,” you reply, making her slap your arm playfully and both of you laugh. “Of course I do. You’re my best friend… You know me better than I do.”

“Then don’t worry about anything… It’s all gonna be okay. You’ll be fine and you won’t need me for this,” she says as she slips something around your neck. You look down confused as you pick it up and look at it, then look at her with wide eyes and shake your head no. “Stop. Breathe. You can do this,” she tells you as she sees your eyes start to water. “Remember to just breathe. Now you need to go over there,” she says as she points to a small line of people. “There won’t be a lot of people because of the package that it is and that’s why I got this one, so it would buy you more time,” she says with a wink.

“I will get you for this,” you tell her with a shaky breath, making her laugh.

“You love me and you know it. Now go,” she says as she gives you a small nudge. “I’ll meet you at our seats.” You can’t stop your mind from racing while you’re waiting in line. Luckily, while the line moves to go in, you notice that no one else gets in line behind you. You thank the stars for that because you would hate for someone else to have to witness whatever was gonna happen or to hold up someone else with your actions, whatever they may be. You prayed that you would be able to keep yourself together through this. When you made it through the door, there were 4 people in front of you engaging with the 7 members of the band. That gave you a little relief. You kept your head facing down, not taking the chance of him seeing you yet. Taking a few breaths, you glance up and look at the members one by one and notice that he is last. This also gives you a little bit of relief, knowing that he will be engaged with the other fans in front of you for a few minutes before you can get to him so he will be distracted. You go down the line meeting everyone and taking pictures before you get to him. The other members have sat down around the room and are relaxing, you've noticed. He’s just finishing taking a picture with the fan in front of you and giving them a hug before he looks up at you and squints his eyes, tilting his head. 

“Hoon…” You say quietly, biting your lip as you look down at the floor and back up to see him smiling, before he crushes you in a hug.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” you hear him say into your hair as you wrap your arms around him. You feel the tears begin to stream from your eyes.

“Me either,” you confess. 

“How?”

“It’s a complicated story, so I’ll shorten it a bit and tell you everything later,” you tell him the short version so he could understand how you found him.

“Remind me to thank Paige when I see her,” he tells you, making you laugh. 

“Of course,” you nod.

“We don’t have much time to talk now cause we have to go on soon, but put your number in my phone. Where are you sitting so I can find you?” he asks you. You pull out your ticket to look because you hadn’t even checked.

“I don’t even know. Paige bought the tickets and I haven’t looked yet because I was scared to death on the way here,” you laughed. You both looked at the tickets together. He smiled at you as you looked up at him with wide eyes. “Pit?” 

“Well at least you’ll be easy to find,” he tells you with a wink. 

“Hoon, it’s time to go,” you hear one of the others say from across the room.

“I’ll see you after, yea?”

“Of course,” you tell him with a smile.

“Dude, let’s go.” you hear them trying to rush him.

“It was so good to see you,” he returns your smile before pulling you into a hug. When he pulls back, he surprises you by pressing his lips to yours. You make a surprised noise against him but return the kiss by moving your lips against his making him smile into the kiss. You see the other members behind him with wide eyes, making you pull back and bite your lip and look at the floor. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable…Shit… I didn’t think about if you had a boyfriend…” he started but you shook your head.

“No, it’s ok. It’s not you… and no I don’t have one, I just don’t like an audience,” you half laugh as he turns his head to see the rest of the band still with wide eyes.

“Oh right. Sorry. They just weren’t, well none of us were expecting it,” he laughs.

“We really have to go now,” you hear one of them call.

“Yea I’m coming,” he calls back. “I’ll see you soon, yea?” You nod at him with a smile before you watch him walk towards the band and out the door. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding once the door closes. The staff outside the door helps you find your way back to the inside of the venue and you go find Paige in the pit.

“Pit tickets… really?” you say with narrowed eyes as soon as you find her.

“Yea… I wasn’t gonna let you pass this up,” she laughs. “How did it go?” You looked at the floor before looking up at her and smiling. “Wait a second… Something happened… What happened??” she said as she shook you, making you laugh.

“Calm down,” you said as you pulled out your phone first showing her the pictures with the band and then pulling up your contacts and showing her the newest saved one.

“So?”

“So what?” you asked, playing dumb.

“Don’t do that,” she laughed. “Did he?”

“I don’t know what you're talking about?” you say as you turn to face the stage as the lights go down and the crowd screams. She knows there's no hope in talking to you about it at this point because neither of you will be able to hear, so she waits. The band comes out and does their first couple of songs before they stop and talk to the crowd. You notice while the others are talking, he’s walking around and looking in the pit and she does too. She turns to look at you and back up at him. When he reaches your side, you look up at him and wait. He kept back with the band so it wasn’t too obvious what he was doing until it was his turn to talk. When he found you he smiled really big and waved. Being who you are, you bit your lip and looked to the floor before looking up at him with a smile just as big. You felt Paige nudging you before you looked at her. “What?”

“He did, didn’t he?” she said into your ear before you nodded yes and looked back in his direction and mouthed her name as you pointed at her. Sunghoon looked at her, putting his hands together in the ‘Thank you’ expression and closed his eyes for a second before opening them and smiling at her.

“He says thank you by the way. And he wants to meet you,” you tell her. You heard him start talking so you both turned your attention to the stage.

“We all want to thank each of you for coming tonight. Really, it means a great deal to all of us that all of you are here. But tonight is extra special for me and I didn’t know it was going to be,” he begins and you turn to Paige and you shake your head with wide eyes.

“Just breathe” she mouths to you. “It’s ok”

“Tonight before the show we had a small fan meeting where I met someone special…” he says as he walks towards your side of the stage. You put your hand over your face as Paige reaches to pull it down, making him laugh. “You see, I had a best friend when I was growing up. We were what, 5-6 maybe when we met? And then I had to move a few years later when my Dad got a promotion and eventually we lost touch.” You hear the crowd awe at his words. “Yea, it was a sad time for us both. And I never thought I would find her again. But I did tonight… I’m not gonna put a spotlight on you or anything because I know how you are, but I’m so glad you’re here. You have no idea how much I’ve missed you. And I am truly sorry that we lost touch, And to you, Paige, thank you for being the friend you are to her. I know she’s needed someone like you in her life. And thank you for bringing her back to me tonight,” he says to the crowd and you and Paige. And you let your tears fall as he finishes talking, smiling back at him. 

“So much for staying under the radar,” you laugh at Paige as you wipe your tears away and she hugs you.

“But it was worth it, right?”

“Of course,” you nod. At the last break you get a text from him telling you to wait at the right of the stage and someone will come to get you after the show. Once you were walking backstage, you texted him that you were on your way. When you got onto the hall that there room was on, he saw you coming and yelled your name making you look up from the floor. 

“Y/N!” You both giggle at how cute he is being so excited. He runs up to you before you even get to the door, wrapping you in a hug and lifting you off the floor and spinning in a circle.

“Gosh, you two are adorable… this is so perfect,” you hear Paige say just as Sunghoon sits you down. 

“Please stop,” you tell her with a laugh before you look at him. “Sunghoon, this is Paige. Paige, Sunghoon.” He smiles widely at her as she does at him. 

“It’s nice to meet you. And I have to thank you for everything you did to get her here tonight. I know she has a lot of anxiety issues. She did when we were growing up, too, so thank you,” he tells her all with a smile on both of their faces. Paige puts her hands on her hips and looks at you and then back at him.

“Well, I don’t know what she was talking about, but you are just the sweetest person ever…” she tells him, making him look at you with a confused face. You look at her with your mouth dropped open.

“I never…!” you start as she laughs.

“I’m totally kidding. I’m just making sure she breathes. She has never said a bad word about you. Actually, she said you were, and I quote, ‘the only good experience I had with the male form’,” she tells him.

“Paige!” you exclaim, making him laugh. He takes your hand in his and begins to walk.

“Okay, let’s go,” he says. “We’ll go introduce you to the guys properly.”

“Oh god…”

“Just breathe,” Paige and Sunghoon say at the same time, making you laugh. He opens the door to the room and walks in first. 

“Guys, this is Y/N and her best friend Paige. I know you saw Y/N before the show but I wanted you all to meet her properly and I also wanted you to meet Paige,” he says as you both walk into the room behind him. You wave to them as you walk up beside him.

“Hi again,” you say with a small smile.

“Don’t be shy now,” one of them says.

“Jake, don’t start,” Sunghoon tells him, making you laugh. He goes through everyone, introducing them all to Paige as you sit to the side for a minute. Jay sits beside you and smiles. 

“You okay?” Jay asks.

“Yea, I think so.”

“Don’t let them get to you. They like to tease everyone. Just tease back when you can,” he explains.

“Got it,” you laugh as he gives you a side hug. 

“I’m glad you’re here,” Jay tells you.

“Yea? Why’s that” you ask.

“He’s talked about you before.” he explains. You stare at Jay with a blank expression. 

“I’m sorry. I think my hearing went out. You said what?” Jay laughed at your response.

“You’re learning already. That’s good,” he laughs. “But no, he’s really talked about you before. More than once. I’m sure he’ll explain everything later. Just don’t hold anything against him for the past,” Jay tells you.

“I don’t,” you tell him.

“Good… that’s good. I like you already,” he smiles at you, giving you another side hug before getting up to leave just as Sunghoon is walking up.

“Jay…” he says, eyeing the member before he walks off smiling. “He wasn’t bothering you was he?”

“No, of course not. He was very nice actually.”

“Good,” he smiles at you. “Cause there’s something I want to ask you.”

“Okay, shoot.”

“Willyoucomeontourwithme” he rushes out all at once so fast that you can’t understand him. You had to laugh because you’ve never had to say it to anyone else.

“Okay… breathe,” you tell him. “Now, what?” You watch him take a breath and look at you again. 

“Will you come on tour with me?” he repeats much slower and your eyes go wide. 

“Wait, what? Why?” you ask stunned. He smiles wide as he takes your hands in his, rubbing his thumbs over the back of your hands.

“We just started the tour less than two weeks ago and it’s not gonna be over anytime soon, so I have no idea when I'll be able to see you again…” for once it’s him that looks at the floor before looking back up at you. “I can’t lose you again,” he says as he pulls you into a hug, pressing his nose into the crooks of your neck.

“You know I want to,” you say quietly.

“What's stopping you?”

“I’m taking some college classes…” you tell him as he pulls back to look at you.

“You could take them online…” he tries to reason out. You shake your head.

“All but one… There’s not an option to take this one online,” you explain as you watch his smile fade. You shake your head as you look at him. “Don’t do that…” you reach up and cup his face in your hands. “You’re gonna put wrinkles on your face.” At least you got him to laugh. 

“I’ll be right back,” he says before he walks off. Paige comes to sit with you when she sees him walk off.

“What’s wrong?” she asks you, seeing the look on both your faces. You tell her about the talk you just had with him. “Well, why can’t you?”

“That one class that I can’t do online,” you tell her.

“If I remember from when you signed up, it wasn’t a core class for your major. It won’t affect you as much as a core class would. Just drop it and take it again when you get back. If you come back,” she laughs as you roll your eyes.

“Of course I’m coming back,” you tell her.

“Hey… you never know… You said you would never find him and look where we are…” she reminds you. 

“Should I really?”

“Are you really asking me that?” You both laugh at each other before you hug.

“Thank you for everything,” you tell her just as he comes back and sits on the other side of you. 

“I think Y/N has something to tell you,” she tells Sunghoon as he looks at you confused. You bite your lip as you look at him.

“I can’t neglect my course work… I have to keep up with it,” you tell him as he tilts his head in confusion. “I don’t think he understands, Paige… You wanna tell him?” Paige giggles as she watches his brain try to work before she speaks.

“She’s coming with you…” Paige tells him plainly as you both watch his eyes go wide and light up.

“Wait… really?” he asks. “What about your other class?”

“Paige reminded me that this one class isn’t a core class which means that it doesn’t hold as much weight as the others do, so she suggested that I just drop it and I can retake it later,” you explain with a smile. He quickly pulls you into a hug, smiling into your neck. 

“I can’t believe you’re coming with me,” he says with a laugh. He looks up at Paige just behind you. He reaches out and pulls her into the hug as well, making you both laugh. “And you! Thank you for everything. I don’t even know what to say,” he tells her before he kisses her forehead and lets her go, making you both laugh again.

“Well… as repayment, you can just take care of our girl here… I know that you know how special she is,” she tells him as she notices him watching you.

“That I do... I have known that for a very long time,” he says before he presses his lips to yours softly, making you smile against him. He bites your bottom lip as he pulls away, making you whine. 

“And to think… at first you didn’t want to come tonight…” Paige says quietly behind you before she gets up to go talk to the others as Sunghoon looks at you.

“Why didn’t you want to come?” he asks you softly. You look down at your lap as you play with the hem of your shirt. He reaches a hand over and takes yours in his, gently rubbing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb, knowing that helps with your anxiety. You slowly look up at him.

“I didn’t think you would know who I was…” you confess as he laughs.

“Y/N… really…” he asks you. “Of course I would know you… I’ll always know you… You were my first love.” You look up at him in shock.

“I what?” 

“You didn’t know?” he asks as you shake your head. He laughs as he reaches to hold your face. “Y/N… I’ve loved you since we were 5… I still do… I  always will. I love you,” he tells you as he leans forward and presses his forehead to yours. You let yourself sniffle before you wipe away the tears that haven’t fallen yet. Opening your eyes, you look back up to meet his eyes and you smile.

“I love you too… I always did… I just never realized you did,” you confess. He smiles at you. Pulling you into a hug, he leans you both back against the couch you’re on and you relax against him. “Please don’t leave me again,” you say quietly. You feel his finger under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. He shakes his head no as he smiles at you. He presses a soft kiss against your lips and pulls you into his chest before he speaks.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

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