#preferably brushing his loose hair but i’ll take what i can get

[terrorofthetrident]

kinda really need a scene of aemond brushing his hair in his chambers

#preferably brushing his loose hair but i’ll take what i can get #aemond targaryen #hotd

[bruisedboys]

can I request remus and anxious!reader where he asks her to be his, but she is worried that remus will think that she is too much to take care of?

thank you for your request angel!! this was fun to write <3

remus lupin x fem!anxious!reader, 1.3k words

Remus turns up unannounced at your door with a huge bouquet of flowers. You think you know where this is going.

“Hey,” he says, smiling a brilliant smile that sets your heart aflame. “You look nice. Can I come in?”

You don’t look nice, at least not in your opinion. You’re in your pyjamas, a loose tank and a pair of flannel pants, fresh out of the shower with your damp hair hanging limp over your shoulders. But you can’t not let him in. You like him too much.

“Uh— sure. Yeah, come in. Sorry about the mess.” You kick a stray shoe to the side to prevent him tripping in your doorway, embarrassed.

“Don’t start,” he tells you, fondly exasperated as he toes off his shoes. He closes the door behind him and then turns back to you, holding the bouquet out. “These are for you, by the way.”

You’d guessed. Still, you’re very very happy to get them. He’s given you flowers before, ones he’s picked on the way to your place or a rose, once, on your last birthday, but never a bouquet. You take it from him, fingers brushing his at the stalks.

“Thank you,” you say quietly. You can’t imagine how much they cost him. It’s the fullest bouquet you’ve ever seen, petals bursting out of the tissue paper in pretty pinks and whites and creams. You don’t try to fight the smile working it’s way onto your lips. “They’re really pretty.”

Remus grins and raises one shoulder in a shrug. “Pretty flowers for a pretty girl.”

“Remus,” you whine, heat building in your cheeks at an alarming rate.

Remus laughs, surprised. “What?”

You glare, fierce as you can when you’re so infatuated with him. He’s making this hard for you and he knows it. “Nothing. Come on, come through, I’ll find a vase.”

You lead the way through your entryway and into the kitchen. Remus sits at your kitchen island and watches while you find a vase for your flowers and fill it with water from the tap. You feel his gaze like laser beams and try not to think about how much skin your pyjama top is showing right now, how much you don’t actually care because you want him to look at you.

“Stop looking at me,” you say anyway, though you know he won’t listen.

“No, I don’t think I will.” Typical.

“You’re awful.”

“Thanks, gorgeous.”

You sigh and finish setting up your flowers, setting them on the kitchen island. Remus smiles at you like a fool when you meet his eyes.

“Do you want a drink?” You ask, desperate to do something other than be under his gaze.

“No. I want to ask you something.”

Your heart stutters. This could go a million ways and you’re not sure which way you’d prefer. You sit down across from him and try not to fall right off your chair.

“Okay,” you say quietly, playing with your hands, pulling at your fingers. “Ask away, then.”

Remus doesn’t say anything right away. He slides his hands across the counter and pushes them over yours, stopping your mindless fiddling. You let him take your hands in his. They’re warm, rough but soft in the places that count. His fingers thread through yours and your heart does a backflip.

“Look at me?” He asks, voice soft as silk. You’re glad he’s stopped joking around but somehow his sweet patience is worse.

You look up, meeting his eyes. Remus beams.

“Hi,” he says, grinning.

You huff a laugh through your nose. “Hi,” you say back.

Remus strokes the back of your hand with his thumb. “Look, I’m not gonna beat around the bush,” he says, words measured as if he’s being careful to not worry you. You both despise and adore how patient he is with you. “I want to ask you something, and if you don’t like it, please feel free to kick me out of your house. Okay?”

You swallow the lump in your throat, wondering if the hammering of your heart is for a good reason or a bad. “I’m not gonna kick you out of my house, Remus.”

“You might.”

You shake your head firmly. “I won’t.”

Remus takes a deep breath, and you watch his chest rise and fall.

“I really like you,” he says. “And as much as I enjoy being friends, I think I’d like to be more.”

You blink. You can barely open your mouth, feeling like your lips have been glued shut. “More?” You manage.

Remus nods. “Yeah.”

You don’t know why but you suddenly feel like crying. You’re not oblivious, you’d known Remus liked you at least a little bit more than just a friend. You’ve gone over this moment countless times in your head, content with it happening in your head but never in real life. You’re a fish out of water. You swallow.

“Remus,” you say, trying not to sound like you’re rejecting him. “I … I don’t know.”

Remus blinks.

“Not— I mean, it’s not because of you,” you say in a desperate rush. You untangle your hands from his and wrap your fingers around his wrists instead. “I like you, Remus. You know I do. It’s just— I don’t think you’d … I’m a lot of work,” you finish dejectedly.

Remus gives you a looks like a kicked puppy. “What? Y/N, that doesn’t—“

“No, listen, Remus,” you say, desperate for him to understand. “I’m not— I wouldn’t be a good girlfriend. You already do so much for me, and I don’t want you to feel like you have to do more.” Remus knows about your anxiety. It’s one of the reasons you like him so much, because he knows and doesn’t seem to mind, doesn’t treat you any differently for it. Still, “You’d get tired of me.”

Remus genuinely looks like he might cry. He releases your hands and gets up, and for one terrifying second you think he’s leaving you, that he’s already sick of you and your worries, that he doesn’t want anything to do with you anymore. But he only rounds the kitchen island and gets so close to you you can smell his cologne.

“Can I give you a hug?” He asks in a soft murmur. “Please?”

You nod. Remus only hesitates for a half a second before wrapping his arms around you, pulling your head to his stomach, a hand in your damp hair. He’s warm and firm, tall, all-encompassing. He’s hugged you before but never like this. Never like he wants to hold all the pieces of you together in case you fall apart. You might just.

You weasel your arms around his tummy and try not to squeeze too hard. Remus strokes the back of your head, once, twice, three times. He doesn’t seem to mind your wet hair, the dampness slowly soaking into his soft t-shirt.

“Sweetheart,” he says gently. “I want you to know that none of that matters to me. Only you matter. I don’t care if I have to look after you, I wouldn’t care if I had to carry you around like a log everywhere we went. I want to look after you.”

You squeeze him harder.

“I don’t want to burden you,” you say into his t-shirt.

Remus makes a sad noise and pulls back, hands climbing to your neck. He encourages your face from his stomach gently, fingers pushing your hair out of the way so he can cup your jaw.

“You won’t be a burden,” he says. “You’re not. I like you just the way you are. I could never get tired of you, honey. Every time I see you it’s like I’m seeing you for the first time all over again.”

There’s a pause in which you look at each other, a lot of big, beautiful feelings in the way you study each other’s faces. Your heart pounds in your chest. You know your decision has already been made, was probably made the second he appeared at your door, maybe the moment you met him however long ago. He’s lovely, the best person you’ve ever met. You like him enough to put aside your worries and be with him, if that’s what he wants.

And it is what he wants. Suddenly you feel so happy you could burst.

“Okay,” you say hoarsely, emotion thick in your throat. You nod, not caring how desperate you look. “Yes.”

Remus’ answering smile is bruising. “Yeah?” He says, pleased and almost as giddy as you. His eyes light up like stars and you know you could’ve never said no to him. “You’ll be mine? Let me look after you for ever and ever?”

A giggle bubbles out of you before you can stop it. You beam up at him. “Only if you let me look after you, too.”

Remus thumbs the hollow under your eye slowly, his touch like fireworks along your skin, leaning close like he’s gonna kiss you. You’re surprised to realise you really, really want him to.

“I think that can be arranged.”

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[onlymingyus]

Hallmark Moment (SVTHUB; Snowventeen Collab)

❆ pairing; singledad! kim mingyu x singlemom! reader ❆ genre; fluff, angst, romance, crack, parent au ❆ warnings; singledad!mingyu, singlemom!reader, kids, food, alcohol, sickeningly sweet moments of cuteness and romance, some cursing, kissing, light touchy moments ❆ svthub snowventeen collab master list - snowventeen tag list ❆ part two ❆ w/c; 19k and some change ❆ a/n; this is all fluff and I really do hope you enjoy it. I thought I might step out of my smut comfort zone a little bit and write a bit of fluffy stuff for the holiday season. I hope you all have a wonderful holiday season! a huge thank you to @housewifehui for reading along the way and then proofreading this beast and also thank you to my dear @onlyseokmins & @wonwussy for also reading and giving me confidence. fluff is not my strong point by any means.

“Let’s go, honey. Say goodbye to Amy so we can get out of Mr. Kim’s hair.” 

Mingyu smiles at you, shaking his head while you both watch the girls start to complain about having to end their play date. You were always grateful for him picking them up after school so that you could take your time leaving work, but that didn’t change the guilt you felt. No matter if you enjoyed seeing him and Amy every weekday just as much as Mina did. 

“Neither of you are in my hair. Besides, we really do wish you two would stay for dinner. I made enough spaghetti to feed a small army. Are you sure you won’t take us up on the offer Y/N?” 

Mina whines, turning towards you to tug at the ends of your dress looking up at you. “Mommy please? Mr. Kim’s spaghetti is so much better than yours. I mean all of his cooking is better than yours, no fence mommy but it’s true.” You sigh into a laugh reaching down to tug at your daughter’s loose hair that had fallen from her ponytail. She had such a way with words and candor, something she had learned from you. 

“Offense, not fence baby, and none taken. I know Mingy–Mr. Kim is a great cook.” Mingyu grins as you start to use his first name in front of the kids. He didn’t mind; he actually would prefer it, but he knew how much you wanted to teach Mina respect so he didn’t push the subject. When you sigh again and nod, Mina giggles moving back towards Amy to take her hand allowing the other small girl to pull her towards the dining room where dinner was already waiting. 

You watch with adoration, trailing slowly behind them until Mingyu takes the spot beside you just inside of the dining room. Your eyes move over the freshly decorated Christmas tree just on the other side of the arch into the living room. Mingyu’s eyes can’t help but to mirror your eyes on the tree, but only, his stay on your face and your smile as it spreads across your face. 

“It’s so pretty Mingyu. You put it up today?” Meeting his eyes, you feel your cheeks go warm at his attention already so focused on you causing you to look away when he laughs nodding towards the girls. “Yeah, they helped me. I just need to put the star on the top. Maybe after dinner you can help me with that?” 

Nodding, you wrap your arms around yourself, making Mingyu’s eyes move over you once again with a smile. “Mm, perfect. Here, go ahead and join the girls, I’ll turn up the fireplace. You all get started with dinner.” You can’t help the shiver that runs through your body when his hand brushes over the small of your back causing you to smile, a smile that doesn’t go unnoticed by Mina or Amy who giggle in hushed tones. 

“I know, I saw!” 

“Tomorrow we will hang it up!” 

Your brows furrow as you catch bits and pieces of this secret conversation, sitting down across from your daughter who had made sure to place you as close to Mr. Kim’s seat as possible. Her smile only fades slightly when you sigh and shift your plate and seat down a bit in order to give him more space. “You guys know how to set a table. You have to give people room to eat. What are you two whispering about?” 

“Nothing mommy, and your seat was perfect. I don’t know why you had to move it…” You watch your daughter pout as you lean to begin putting spaghetti on Amy’s plate then her’s. “Okay, Mina. Napkin in your lap and eat slowly, both of you.” Amy smiles at you adoringly when you meet her eyes, making your chest feel warmer. You find yourself wanting to push her hair behind her ear and make sure she is well taken care of though, you know for a fact that Mingyu does a fantastic job of that even on his own. 

“Yes, Miss Y/L/N. Thank you for staying for dinner. I really like when Mina is here for dinner and you too. I want you to do it more, please?” Your heart beats a little faster, your brain trying to come up with the right words, not wanting to hurt her feelings or give her any false hope. You simply smile, starting to speak when you feel warm wool around your shoulders. 

“Amy, I’m sure Y/N and Mina will eat with us when they can and want to. Now eat up before all this hard work gets cold.” Your hands go to the shawl around your shoulders that Mingyu had placed there, your eyes meeting his to find him smiling. “You seemed cold, I hope you don’t mind.” 

Mingyu’s hand slides over yours to take the pasta server out of your hand, gesturing for you to sit down. “And please, you are a guest, let me serve you since you served the kids.” You glance quickly at the girls as they giggle, spaghetti sauce covering their cheeks while Mingyu places a serving of spaghetti onto your plate. 

“Girls, use your napkins. They aren’t just lap weights.” Mina sighs faux annoyed while Amy laughs, picking up her napkin wiping at her face. Mingyu grins as he watches you with the kids, enjoying the help with Amy and just watching you interact with them both. You were a good mom, attentive but still loving. It was clear that Mina loved you very much and that Amy had a special place for you in her life already. 

Dipping out enough spaghetti that could feed two people onto his plate, Mingyu laughs when he finds you looking at him, his fork already twisting the pasta around it eagerly ready to bring it to his waiting mouth. He only stops at your look as you hold a much smaller bite an inch from your own mouth, a small amused smile slightly hidden by the spaghetti. “What?” 

Shaking your head, you laugh before taking your bite, picking up your napkin to cover your lips and wipe them clean of any sauce at the same time. Mingyu takes his bite, filling his mouth with audible sounds of appreciation, making your heart once again feel full in your chest. Amy giggles drawing both yours and Mingyu’s attention while she watches her father eat with a shrug before pointing her fork at him. 

“He always eats like this. Worse if you weren’t here Miss Y/L/N. Seriously, you could ask Mina. One time I think he inhaled an entire chicken off his plate. The whole thing!” Mingyu’s cheeks warm, he is quick to reach for his water taking a long sip looking at his daughter over the glass as she grins at him with one to match his. 

“I think–” You can’t help but to laugh along with the girls when Mingyu has to clear his throat between talking before continuing, “Excuse me, I think that Amy is a bit dramatic. It wasn’t an entire chicken. I am just a person who enjoys a good meal.” 

You nod along with his words, your smile as bright as the lights on the Christmas tree in Mingyu’s eyes while he watches you working to get another bite of food. “I like knowing you eat so well. It’s good, you are a very healthy man.” When you look up to find him watching you once again, your fork slips in your hand, causing you to drop what little spaghetti you had managed to gather on it, making the girls giggle at your clumsy nature. 

“Thank you Y/N. Girls, eat your food. Stop giggling so much and actually put food in your mouths.” Amy and Mina mutter their okay to Mingyu’s words before going back to their meals, leaving you to regain your composure. A shared glance between the two of you and slight smiles hardly unnoticed by the two girls who kick at each other’s legs under the table before quickly laying down their forks, asking to be excused to go play. 

A sigh falls from Mingyu’s lips before he smiles and looks to you for your opinion. “I–okay, but only for a little while longer. Mina, we can’t stay too late. You have school and I have work. I’m sure Mr. Kim would also like to have a peaceful evening before putting Amy to bed.” 

The girls laugh nodding the entire time they run away from the table and towards Amy’s bedroom to play, leaving you and Mingyu alone to finish your meal. Mingyu smiles into his water once again before daring to let his eyes grace yours again. “You really aren’t bothering me by being here Y/N. I love having you and Mina in the house. It’s really nice. Amy loves having Mina here to play and I think, no I know, that she loves having you here too. She talks about it all the time.” 

You shake your head, feeling your cheeks burning under his attention while you reach for your own glass of water, wishing it was something stronger. “Well we both really love her as well, and you. I mean we love spending time…with you. Mina hasn’t had a good male figure in her life in a long time. It’s really nice for her to have someone to look up to like you.” 

‘...and you’ Those words take Mingyu’s breath away, causing him to sit back in his chair with a small grin, his eyes watching your fingers play with the glass of water. “Amy feels the same way about having a woman in her life. When you took her and Mina to that little nail salon a few weeks back? She couldn’t stop talking about it for days. She called my mom and talked about it for hours, about how Miss Y/L/N took her out for a girls' day. Y/N?” 

Your eyes find Mingyu’s though you are smiling at his story about Amy and his mother when he says your name in a question. “Hm?” Mingyu’s grin widens at how your eyes widen slightly in a question to him as he stands to go to a small cabinet in the corner of the room. “Red or white wine?” 

“Oh…I couldn’t. I have to drive home, and I told Mina we couldn’t stay for long.” Mingyu laughs softly, glancing back at you still taking out two wine glasses while you watch, a smile on your lips before you sigh. “Red, please? Just one glass.” With a nod, you watch the attractive man hold the wine glasses between his fingers and the bottle of wine in the other while he makes his way back towards the table and you. 

Mina kicks her feet when she runs back to Amy’s bed falling down on it out of excitement. “Your daddy got out one of those big bottles we aren’t allowed to touch and mommy looked really happy. I seriously think Santa got the letters.” Amy smiles just as brightly as her father had while looking at you before falling back on the bed to lay beside her best friend, both girls letting out an almost dreamy sigh at the thought. 

The two girls had spent many of their evenings after homework watching the Hallmark channel since they were playing Christmas movies. It all seemed so easy for people to fall in love and for families to have their happily ever after so why couldn’t they have that too? Why couldn’t their mommy and daddy have the same thing? 

They had both watched you work so hard to support them even when you didn’t realize they were watching. They had seen you sad, crying when you thought no one else was watching, they might be young but they knew what loneliness felt like. Yes, you had lost a husband and Mingyu had lost a wife, but they had lost a mom and a dad.

Then something magical happened, they were put into the same class and quickly became best friends. You worked later than Mingyu, so it just worked out that he could keep Mina, making it easier for you to pick her up on your way home. The fact that you two seemed to get along so well was just another seemingly magical moment for the girls, a Christmas miracle. Just like one of the Hallmark movies. 

Turning on her side, Mina reaches for the sprig of mistletoe that she had painstakingly tied the red ribbon around, her small fingers smoothing it while Amy watches her lost in thought. “Like you said, we can hang it up tomorrow. They have to walk under that archway like 100 times a day when your mommy comes by to get you. We will make sure it’s really visible so they won’t have any other choice but to go by the Christmas rules.” 

Amy smiles as Mina does, her friend putting the mistletoe back down for safekeeping before sitting up on bed to reach for a small notebook that the girls now shared. “Okay so, we did plan one. Dinner as a family, check. Mistletoe tomorrow…oh the star tonight. Maybe we can get your daddy to help mommy to put it on the tree like in that one movie. Oh my gosh, Amy, did you see him put that pretty blanket on her shoulders?” 

Mina watches the smile fade on her friend's face only slightly but she still nods. “Yeah, it was my mommy’s. At least that’s what daddy told me once when I asked. I mean I don’t mind your mom wearing it. She looked really pretty in it. I liked it, seeing her wearing that, instead of it just laying in my daddy’s room.” Mina leans to hug her friend making her smile once again, both girls laughing when the mood cheers back up. 

“She did look really pretty, I think your daddy thought so too. I wish he’d just tell her. The girls in the movies seem to like it when the boys tell them how pretty they are. Maybe we can figure out how to get him to do that?” Nodding, Amy takes the notebook from Mina’s lap in order to write down the new idea on their list, knowing she was better at spelling out of the two. 

“Daddy is a gennleman, he tells me that I’m pretty all the time. I’m sure he will be happy to tell your mommy.” A smile creeps along Mina’s lips at Amy’s words and her mispronunciation of gentleman while she watches the girl write slowly on the thick lines of the notebook. “Gentleman, like gentle. Mommy taught me that once. You know like when you touch a kitten, you have to be gentle?”

“Oh…that makes sense I guess? Daddy is gentle with me and you. He would be gentle with Miss Y/L/N and he’s a boy or a man.” Mina nods along with Amy’s words as if she made all the sense in the world, her smile just as bright as yours while you sipped at the last of your wine and leaned against the kitchen counter, taking a break only to dry plates as Mingyu washed them. 

“Mina told me that you all don’t put up a Christmas tree?” Mingyu watches your face shift like a deer caught in headlights while you reach out to take the last plate from him, drying it slowly. “Okay, I’m not a Grinch if that’s what you are thinking, Mingyu. I just…I literally do not have time to put up decorations knowing that in a couple weeks I would need to take them all back down. You know how much I work.” 

Putting his hands up defensively, Mingyu laughs, taking the towel from you along with the plate so he can put them away. “No, seriously I get it. I’m lucky to work from home most of the time. Mina can enjoy the tree here, I told her the same. She didn’t seem that upset about it honestly. Though she was more than happy to help decorate ours. I hope you don’t mind that she did.” 

Shaking your head you pick up your wine, nursing the last new sips and watching Mingyu move around his kitchen as he puts away the last few dishes. Your eyes linger over his back and his face until he turns around to meet your eyes when you speak. “No, I don’t mind at all. It’s good she gets that piece of Christmas somewhere. She usually only gets it with my parents so it's nice to have it here too.” 

Mingyu smiles once again with a nod, picking up his own glass of wine to take a sip. His eyes linger over your fingers and lips as you drink the last sip from your glass before setting it to the side. “It’s my pleasure Y/N. Are you sure you don’t want another glass of wine?” He watches a smile spread across your features while you consider his question. 

“As much as I’d love to say yes, I have to say no. You understand, I’m sure.” Mingyu nods, taking your glass from your fingers, letting his fingertips trail from yours seemingly on accident when he turns to take it to the sink. “I do. Another time, a rain check? When you don’t have to work the next day. Maybe on a Friday? The girls are always asking for a sleepover.” 

You watch his hands move over the fragile glass with such care that you can’t help but to tilt your head in wonder. How this large man could look like he was going to break something without even meaning to and yet hold something or someone like they were a cloud he wanted to keep forever. “They sure are. I keep telling Mina sometime later in the school year.” 

Mingyu laughs, nodding into his wine, finishing it so he can wash his glass before setting it to the side to let it dry. “I wouldn’t mind it earlier, but of course it’s up to you.” You watch him take a deep breath, his hips leaned back against the counter mirroring you against the island causing him to smile. “Should we get the girls and put the star on the tree?” 

Amy is mid laughter when Mingyu knocks on her open door, drawing both of the girls' attention towards him. “Hi daddy, what’s up? Are you and pretty Miss Y/L/N having good juice?” Mingyu laughs scratching the back of his neck realizing that the girls had been spying on the two of you. “Mmhm. We did have…good juice. Did you two have fun playing or did you spend your entire time spying on me and Miss Y/L/N?” 

Mina sits up from the bed with a giggle while Amy tries to play innocent by picking up her doll running a brush through its overly tangled hair. “That’s what I thought. Come on, it’s time to put the star on the tree before you head home with your mom, Mina.” With a whine from both girls, Mingyu mimics them ushering out of the bedroom back down the hall towards the living room where you were already waiting. 

Your eyes were on the tree, flicking from the different ornaments that had dates, some that were picture frames holding pictures of Mingyu and Amy. Your fingers pull the shawl tighter around your shoulders as you step closer to the fireplace, enjoying the warmth against your body and letting out a content sigh when Mingyu comes around the corner. Though neither of the girls seem to notice he stops in the tracks and has to take in a sharp breath at the sight of you like this. 

Mina moves to pull on your dress moving to hold at the shawl also enjoying the warmth causing you to laugh. “Where is your sweater?” Amy laughs, moving towards you as well letting you hold her just as close as she speaks looking up at you. “She forgot it at school. I told her she would when she took it off. She can wear one of mine home tonight, I don’t want her to get too cold.” 

Mingyu’s chest tightens when your fingers brush over Amy’s cheek. Your voice soft as you whisper your thank you to her, shrugging off the shawl to put it around both of the girls who curl up under it, enjoying the warmth and smell of your perfume you had left behind on it. Swallowing hard, Mingyu moves further into the room, his hand shaking slightly when he reaches for the box holding the golden star so he can take it out. 

“Oh…it’s beautiful, Mingyu.” He grins into a laugh that is cut short when he has to swallow hard once again as you step closer to him and the tree. Your gentle fingers run over the star before you look up at him as if asking for permission which he gives with a nod of his head, allowing you to take the delicate tree topper from the box to show the girls who ooo and ahh. 

“I love it daddy! It’s better than that stuffed elf we had last year. Did grandma give us this one?” Mingyu shakes his head no, a soft smile on his lips watching you move back towards him and the tree. Your eyes looking up at the top of the tree, you were clearly thinking there was no way you’d reach the top of it like this. “No baby, I bought it a few days ago from a shop in town. Y/N…wait, let me get a step stool.” 

When you start to speak, Mingyu puts up his hand moving back to a hall closet to bring out a small stool unfolding it near the tree before offering you his hand stepping closer to you. “Carefully, I have you though, okay?” You laugh as you step up on the small ladder with a nod, your fingers delicately clinging to his while his other hand grazes your lower back.

Mingyu watches you carefully until you reach the top of the stool, his hands holding onto you gently but firmly enough that you could tell he would never let you fall. Never on his watch.  Mina and Amy’s hands link under the warm shawl, happy smiles reaching their eyes while they watch you place the star on top of the tree making sure it is perfect. “How does it look, girls? Do you like this?” 

Did they like this? Seeing the potential of a family in front of their eyes? “I love it mommy.” Amy squeezes Mina’s hand tighter, sensing the tears in her eyes helping her to hold them back. “Miss. Y/L/N, it’s almost as pretty as you. Don’t you think so daddy?” Mingyu looked at his daughter with a laugh playing on his lips but she was right. 

“Mmm, almost but not quite.” Your cheeks warm, almost as if you were sitting right next to the fire, when you look down at Mingyu. His smile broadens into a grin before he takes a step back, helping you to carefully descend the step ladder. “Thank you for helping us put that up Y/N, it completed it. I could have never made it look that perfect.” 

You watch Mingyu carry the step ladder away, your fingers nervously moving along your arms you now have wrapped around you with no shawl to hide under. “I’m sure you would have. The girls did a great job with the rest of the decorating. I’m sure they could have done the star just as well, but I am happy to help. It was nice to have a little taste of Christmas.” 

Mingyu watches your hands move along your arms and he wonders if you are cold again, his eyes moving to the shawl around the girls but he knew he would never get you to stay for much longer. He found himself wanting to wrap you in his arms and hold you by the fire while the girls curled up next to each other under the shawl warm and happy by the tree. 

Shaking his head, Mingyu pushes the thought away and smiles at you. “It’s my pleasure, just like I told Mina, you can always have Christmas with Amy and me. We do Christmas with my parents on Christmas Eve then spend Christmas here…I don’t know what your plans are…so I…don’t feel obligated.” 

Mina sits up a bit looking at you longingly which makes your heart beat faster, an actual Christmas tree on Christmas for her. That would be nice…the thought plays through your head. “Uh we actually go to my parents on Christmas Eve as well so maybe. We will just have to see. Let’s not make any plans just yet.” 

You watch Mingyu’s smile tighten every so slightly but he nods even as the girls start to complain. “Amy, stop it. Don’t whine like that. It’s almost time for bed anyway.” You nod agreeing with Mingyu taking a step towards the girls to collect the shawl folding it carefully. “It is, we’ve stayed far too late tonight Mina. Time to say goodnight.” 

Amy and Mingyu watch you and Mina leave, a bit of sadness in both their eyes when your car pulls out of the driveway. Mingyu isn’t surprised when his daughter leans against him, a soft sad whine slipping off her lips. “You will see her in the morning. Time to brush your teeth, and I mean all of them, even the back ones.” Amy groans looking up at her dad with faux annoyance before smiling at him with his matching grin when he runs his finger over her nose only to tap the end of it. 

You watch Mina in the rearview mirror any chance you get on the drive home. She looked sadder than normal and you weren’t sure why. Though you felt sadder than normal after leaving Mingyu’s house and once again, you weren’t sure why. Shrugging off the feeling you make it home with your daughter making sure to take extra care with the borrowed sweater she had worn home. “I’m going to put this in your bag, make sure you give it back to Amy tomorrow okay?” 

Mina nods at you, her feet dragging while she walks past you towards the hallway making you lift your head and follow her. “Are you okay baby? Talk to me…are you that sad to leave Amy tonight? I know you want a sleepover but that just can’t happen on a school night. I really hope you will try to understand why?” 

A sigh leaves your daughter’s lips, her small body plopping down on her bed before she looks up at you shaking her head. “I’m okay mommy. Can I say something and you won't be mad at me?” Your own sigh matches hers when you squat down in front of Mina to reach up, running your fingers over her soft cheek to offer her some comfort. 

“Why would I ever be mad at you for saying something you feel like you need to say? Of course you can tell me something.” Mina swallows hard, leaning into your touch, her almost doll-like eyes avoiding yours, you know she is trying to keep her courage to speak. “I really like being at Mr. Kim’s house with Amy, almost more than here.” 

Your stomach tightens, your brows knitting together at her confession but you nod starting to speak but Mina does first. “With you though Mommy. I like when we are all there together. When you get home from work, that feels like home. Coming here after leaving there feels like leaving home again.” Some of her words made you feel some better but others made it worse, but you’d never let that show not in front of her. 

“Oh, I see. Is it our house? You don’t like your room maybe?” Mina shakes her head and finally meets your eyes letting you see a trace of wetness covering them, your heart feeling like it is going to shatter at her apparent sadness. “Oh baby…what’s wrong?” Shaking her head again the tears spill over Mina’s cheeks and she is unable to find the words only allowing her body to fold into yours. 

Your own tears burn at your eyes but you keep them pushed back refusing to show weakness in front of your child. Fingers brushing through her hair, you hum rocking her softly until she calms down and soft snores take the place of her tiny sobs. Still you keep your own feelings at bay while you get her changed and tucked into bed making sure she is safe and sound, her door cracked when your back hits the back of your own door and the tears finally slip down your own cheeks. 

Mingyu raises his brows looking up from his laptop to the sounds of hushed children’s voices. Taking off his glasses, he pinches the bridge of his nose with a sigh trying to make out what the girls are saying just a room away but instead he hears the sound of wood scraping along wood. “What in the world are they doing now?” 

A small pained grunt falls from Mingyu’s lips causing him to put his hand on his lower back signaling he had been sitting at his desk for far too long anyway when he stands and moves towards the sounds of giggles. He stops short only to watch as Amy balances on the dining room chair, Mina trying hard to keep her held tall but still safe while she attempts to place something as high on the doorframe as possible. 

“I need to get up higher. I’m gonna go on my tippy toes. Don’t let me fall, ‘kay?” Mina makes an unsure sound of approval going to hold Amy’s legs. Mingyu takes a step in closer only to stop again when he realizes that his daughter is holding a sprig of mistletoe in her little hand. “They have to see it here right Mina?” 

“Oh…” The word slips from his lips just as a breath unheard by the girls when Mingyu understands what they are trying to do. A smile spreads across his lips only to be covered when he wipes his hand over his lips still concerned with the scene in front of him. He waits until Amy has placed the mistletoe on the side of the doorframe pointing outwards, as far up as she can get it before he clears his throat looking down at them instead of what they were hanging. 

“Girls, you know better than to play on furniture. What if you fell down?” Amy panics, afraid her daddy will see the mistletoe before he should but when he doesn’t seem to notice she lets him lift her off the chair placing her safely on the ground next to Mina. “Sorry daddy, we were just…we were…” 

Mingyu waits for an explanation but he knows it will be a lie and his daughter had been taught not to lie from an even younger age. “Playing on the furniture, I know. Now run on and finish your homework. I know you two can’t be done yet. We’ve been home less than an hour. I’m going to start dinner soon.” Amy lets out a breath of relief at not having to lie, making Mingyu smile, lifting the chair to take it back to the dining room when he feels a hand tug at his shirt. 

A glance down makes his smile grow wider seeing Mina looking up at him, his heart warmer with her close to him. “What’s up Mina?” Her laugh is so similar to yours it makes him miss you being here. “Can you maybe text my mommy and see if we can stay for dinner again? Amy said tonight is soup night? I really like soup.”

God, how could he say no to that little face and that sort of request. Hell, if you said no he’d send home a bucket of the soup with you so that Mina could eat it for the next few days if he had to. “Of course sweetie.” His hand brushes over her head before he gestures with a nod towards the living room where Amy already was. “Now, go. Homework is waiting.” 

Your phone vibrating on your desk was a welcomed distraction from your work computer letting you lean back and take a breath. You only had a couple of hours left but it felt like you had 8 more to go. When you see Mingyu’s name as the person who sent you the text you find yourself unable to hide your smile even when you know you are in your office alone. 

Kim Mingyu: Hey, hope work isn’t too rough today. Mina wanted me to see if you two could stay for dinner again tonight. We are having homemade soup, a house special. 

You swallow hard reading over the words a few times ready to decline him. You already had the words plotted out in your mind, ‘So sorry but I already kept Mina out too late last night. We’d love to do it another time.’ but another text comes in making you let out a soft sigh. 

Kim Mingyu: I really hope you will stay for dinner. I enjoyed the adult company if I can be honest with you. I know you stayed out a bit later than normal so I will keep a better watch on the time tonight, scouts honor. What do you say?

“I doubt you were a boy scout Mingyu…” You whisper to yourself and the phone, your thumbs running over the sides of the device in thought. Another steadying breath taken you let your thumbs move to the keyboard so you can answer him not wanting to leave him on read knowing for a fact he would be waiting for a response. 

Y/N: If you keep that promise cub scout. Soup sounds really nice, Mina really likes soup…but she probably told you that. Thank you for being so kind to us. You really don’t have to but I really appreciate it. I don’t tell you that enough. 

Mingyu grins at his phone, raising a brow to your wording. Were you flirting with him? Shaking his head he chooses not to linger on that as much as your thoughtful appreciation. Which to him wasn’t even something you needed when it came to him. This was as easy as breathing for him. He wanted to do it, ever since he had met you and Mina it had always been on his mind. You had no one to help take care of you, not that you needed a man to “take care of you” but maybe you wouldn’t mind it once in a while to even have a friend lend a hand. 

Kim Mingyu: You don’t even have to say it. You are a joy to have in my life. 

The text comes through followed quickly by a second as your heart beats quickly into your throat. The correction calms you down but only slightly as you wonder if he had meant the first or second reply. 

Kim Mingyu: *Our life. You and Mina are a joy to have in our lives. Haha…autocorrect. 

Mingyu swallows hard, cursing himself for his quick wording and then his chickening out. His eyes watch the three bubbles pop up then fade several times before finally your response comes through. 

Y/N: You and Amy are a joy in our lives too. See you later this evening. 

You set your phone to the side, hands trembling slightly from how many times you had re-wrote that response. It had gone from, ‘But was it autocorrect Mingyu?’ to ‘You are a joy in my life too.’ before you finally landed on making you and Mingyu feel more comfortable with a safe response. 

Mina and Amy giggle between spoonfuls of the soup while you and Mingyu share the occasional glance. Not much had been said between the two of you out of the ordinary. He had asked about your day, you had told him about it. You had asked about the kid’s evening and their homework and as usual it had gone pretty much the same as always except for a little mishap with climbing on furniture. 

Now you felt warm and content in your chair, the same shawl from yesterday back around your shoulders while you sipped at probably the best homemade soup you had ever tasted. You had made Mina promise to not tell her grandmother that Mr. Kim’s soup was better than hers, causing a smile to grow on Mingyu’s lips before he met your eyes. Your heart racing ever so slightly under his gaze making you wonder how quickly you would be able to run away because you weren’t supposed to be feeling like this, not for him or anyone. 

“Mommy, tomorrow is Friday.” Your attention brought back to the table you laugh nodding at your daughter's observation gesturing for her to continue. “And that means what to me Mina?” Her slightly annoyed sigh causes Mingyu to snicker into his water, getting a playful side eye from you before you give all of your attention back to the small girl sitting across from you. 

“Well I was wonderin’ if maybe I could have a sleepover with Amy? If Mr. Kim says it's okay too?” Mingyu watches your lips tighten into a thinner line as you consider your daughter's question carefully. Your fingertips brushing together, a habit he had noticed you had when you were lost in thought. “I really wanted you to wait until near the end of the school year Mina…” You watch her face begin to fall and remember the night before, how you had held her in your arms while she cried herself to sleep. Your heart is tightening to the point of pain when you lift your hand to stop her from complaining or getting upset.

“If it is okay with Mr. Kim, then yes but only for one night.” Mina’s eyes glisten anyway when you say yes, her head turning towards Mingyu who was looking at you in almost disbelief. “Mr. Kim, can I?” Mingyu laughs quietly tilting his head, his hand moving to scratch the side of his neck. “Yeah, it is okay with me.” 

Amy squeals in delight, putting her spoon down near her empty bowl before tugging Mina into a hug. The girls quickly begin to talk about their sleepover plans while you and Mingyu share glances then fond smiles. “Girls?” Your voice draws their attention causing them to stop for a moment with their rambles of excitement to look at you in question. “Yeah mommy?”

Clearing your throat, you wipe your lips with your napkin gesturing at their empty bowls speaking quietly but with authority. “Put your bowls in the sink and go play. Mina we are leaving in an hour. We aren’t staying as late as we did last night, especially if you are wanting your sleepover.”  

Both girls smile at you quickly following your request before you and Mingyu listen to the sounds of their feet heading towards Amy’s bedroom leaving you two seemingly alone. “You know, I’m surprised you said yes.” You smile at Mingyu’s words leaning towards the table beginning to help clean up dinner, his chair lightly scraping along the floor so he can help you do the same. 

“I’ve gone soft cub scout.” You listen to Mingyu laugh, it’s unlike his normal laugh, not as robust but instead it's almost warm and makes your skin tingle like a good sip of wine. “I’m glad, you deserve a little break once in a while Y/N. What will you do tomorrow evening?” Mingyu watches your brows furrow in thought, your back straightening while you hold bowls in both hands moving towards the kitchen and the sink. 

“Huh…you know? I hadn’t even considered that. I have literally no idea. I haven’t had a day really alone in 6 years. I mean there have been afternoons but never really a night. Mina never wants to stay with my parents overnight, this is the first time she has wanted to stay overnight somewhere.” Mingyu follows behind you to the kitchen, the rest of the soup in his hand. He nods, only stopping to grab a few pieces of tupperware from the cabinet before turning towards you listening. 

“Which, by the way, if she is a problem or has any problems obviously do not hesitate to call me. Literally it could be 2 in the morning. I will drive over here.” Grinning as he separates the rest of the soup into the leftovers containers, Mingyu nods then meets your eyes. “Don’t worry, you know I will keep in touch. I’m sure she will do fine but if we need you I will call you right away. I will always keep her safe Y/N. You are both very important to me, I–to Amy and I both. You know that.” 

If he were any closer he would feel the heat coming off your cheeks. You were surprised it wasn’t boiling the water while you washed the dishes. “Oh…I, yeah. I, we know that. You are both very important to us too and I trust you completely Mingyu. She can just be a little sensitive, or you know, even dramatic sometimes. I was just wanting to warn you.” 

Mingyu bites at his bottom lip pressing down on the lids of the containers glancing up at you to watch you rub the tips of your fingers together, soap dripping from your hands. “It’s okay. They are young, they’ve both already been through a lot. We can let them just be kids, can’t we? For one night?” 

Your gentle smile and nod causes Mingyu to mirror it moving to the fridge to put one of the containers away, placing the other next to your purse on the counter. “This one's for you to take home. You don’t need to cook tomorrow. You said you don’t know what to do with yourself alone? Put on your most comfortable pajamas, heat up the soup, get a glass of wine, turn on the tv, and turn off the world for the night.” 

It sounded like a dream. Something you never had time to do. Most nights after you got Mina home you barely took time to wash your makeup off completely before you fell into bed exhausted only to wake up the next morning, rise, and repeat. Mingyu grins, lifting his hand to cautiously push a piece of your hair from your eyes. “Then take a bath, not a shower. Take more than ten minutes to take care of yourself. Relax for once…” 

When you laugh and don’t pull away from his hand, Mingyu takes a subtle breath in gaining some courage. “I mean…I could try those things. It will be easier said than done.” You watch him laugh, a nod of understanding, his body leaned up against the counter next to you, closer than he had ever dared to stand before. 

“I get that but if you want to text me or call me to see how she is doing I won’t judge you. I will understand it completely. I will expect it actually, you are a great mother.” Your brain was running a million miles an hour. Has he always smelled this nice? When had his hand wrapped around your wrist? Why did it feel so nice to be touched by someone again? 

“Thank you, Mingyu. Really, like I said, I don’t say it enough. You literally make it possible for me to have the job I do so that I can take care of Mina.” Mingyu smiles so bright even as his brows furrow, his hands moving the towel along yours to dry them off. “I already told you that you never have to thank me for that.” 

“I know what you said but…” You walk with him, his gentle hand on your wrist leading you towards the living room only to stop short when he glances up to the doorframe then down the hall towards Amy’s room. Your eyes follow his making your words fall short into a small laugh when you see the poorly placed mistletoe that makes your chest and stomach feel warm and full. 

“Climbing on the furniture?” Mingyu nods, his fingers very softly tapping against your pulse point keeping you close but never making you stay. “I think they are trying to tell us something.” You chew at your bottom lip considering that and how Mina had acted the night before when you hear the sound of whispers from behind you and Mingyu. 

Neither girl was as quiet as she thought she was but both you and Mingyu could pretend for them to help them keep their little Hallmark moment. Tilting your head, your eyes narrow very slightly at Mingyu when you take a step backwards towards the living room bringing him with you under the doorframe and the mistletoe. 

Mingyu chuckles quietly under his breath, his glance over your shoulder barely finding the girls as they peek over the sofa waiting with baited breath for you both to follow the Christmas rules. When Mingyu looks up at the mistletoe showing faux surprise you can’t help but to laugh quickly covering it up by pressing your lips together. “Well, Miss. Y/L/N we seem to have found ourselves under the mistletoe. There are rules about that aren’t there?” 

Amy squeals only for Mina to elbow her side, muttering for her to be quiet while they watch. You roll your eyes at the perfectly charming and silly gentleman in front of you. His hand moves from your wrist to your cheek so he can push your hair over your ear waiting for you to speak but he almost renders you speechless with one simple act. “I–oh. Mistletoe?” 

Mingyu watches your eyes move to glance at the mistletoe before they meet him again taking his breath away. The Christmas light plays off the color of your eyes making them sparkle. “There are rules, I believe you owe me a kiss Mr. Kim.” You watch a smile spread wider across his lips when you all but ask for him to kiss you. He had been waiting for that moment for months. 

“You’re right, I’m such a fool. I knew that, may I?” His thumb on your cheek, his fingers splayed along the side of your face next to your ear Mingyu leans towards you when you nod and whisper yes and a small please. Mina is the one who lets out a small squeal this time when Mingyu’s lips brush over yours. 

“It worked Amy…” Her little eyes threatening tears once again, she clings to her best friend while you two share your first simple kiss. It wasn’t anything they hadn’t seen in their movies but it felt more important even when you two stepped away from each other and laughed. You both seemed to glow in your daughter’s eyes. To them it was like seeing you both really happy for the first time in possibly forever. 

Mingyu rubs his lips together, having to fight the urge to want to kiss you again and more fully. His eyes meet yours as you laugh, the warmth of your cheek under his thumb making him laugh when you reach up to move his hand down. Clearing your throat you carefully step away fixing your hair back from around your ear turning around pretending to be surprised when you see the girls behind the couch. “Girls! Were you spying?” 

Both girls giggle loudly and duck back down making your and Mingyu’s hearts feel impossibly warmer and larger that night. His fingers brush over yours again causing you to look up at him meeting his gaze when he winks at you. He was entirely unfair. You look away like a shy school girl hearing him laugh moving his hand away walking into the living room to look for the girls as he leaned over the couch. 

“Now how did that mistletoe get there hmm?” Amy looks up at her dad with a grin and a laugh only to be picked up and pulled over the couch in a fit of giggles. You watch as Mina moves around the couch trying to playfully help her friend, Mingyu letting the two girls quickly over take him beating him in “fair” combat before he surrenders only to pin them both, tickling them into another giggle fit. 

You rest your hand against your chest over your heart leaning against the door frame still under the mistletoe while you watch. Tears threatening your eyes much like they had for Mina as you listen to her giggle louder than you had in months or maybe even years. If anyone had asked you what you wanted for Christmas at that exact moment you’d tell them nothing because you had just been given it. 

“Mistletoe, add a big check. In fact, I think we can use the red colored pencil.” Amy laughs at Mina’s enthusiasm, the notebook on her lap, colored pencils laying on her bed next to her. “Got it. So, the teacher today was talking about how at holidays we get presents, right?”  

Mina nods along with Amy’s words, her eyes following the other small hand as Amy makes the check mark next to the word mistletoe. “But she said that mommy’s and daddy’s don’t always want toys or games like we do.” Mina furrows her brows because this had been something she understood even though she did very much want a new doll from her list she also knew she wanted her family plans with Amy more. 

“Yeah, she said to write them a letter telling them how much you love them.” Amy smiles, her brows wiggling much like Mina had seen Mr. Kim’s before after he had told them he had a surprise only for it to be dessert. “What Amy? Do you have an idea?” Nodding, the other girl moves to her knees on her bed, tearing out two sheets of paper from the notebook and handing one to Mina. 

“We write letters to them and tell them why we think they should get married. I think they are already there. If this were on Hallmark we’d be only like two commercials from the end of the movie and the wedding. Your mommy needs time to pick out the best dress and my daddy probably already has a ring. He’s super smart like that.” Mina looked at her piece of paper before picking up a purple pencil considering her best friend’s words. She did have a point, if they were living by their movie logic this was all very much to plan but their parents could use a little push in the right direction. 

“So a list of props and coms?” Amy nods excited, already scribbling on her page with a green pencil. “Yeah if you want to do it that way. Like they should get married because then your mommy wouldn’t have to worry about driving as far to work anymore.” Mina makes a sound of appreciation before nodding. Her pencil moves across her own page as she starts her list. 

“Seriously, Amy…this is why you have all the stickers on your grade sheet. You really are one of the smartest people I know. Like mommy is the smartest then your daddy but you are right up there with them.” Amy beams at the compliment only looking up from her letter to her dad to watch Mina work for a moment. This was already the best sleepover either of them had ever had ever had, even if it was the first. 

Mingyu had fed the girls dinner over an hour ago, leftover soup, before letting them go off to play. He had already told them they could stay up for a little while longer than usual but that he wouldn’t be tricked into letting them pull an all-nighter. Deep down he knew that neither of them would be able to do that no matter how hard they’d want to try. 

Now he found himself stretched out on his favorite spot on the couch, his phone on his chest while he flipped aimlessly through channels on tv. Nothing had really caught his attention yet but mostly because he couldn’t get you off his mind. He had sent you a text just letting you know that everything was going well, you had responded happily to know it. 

His lips pursed, Mingyu had told himself not to bother you beyond that. He himself had given you the advice to turn the world off. How could you do that if you had him texting you the entire night? It didn’t stop him from kinda wishing you would, even if it wasn’t about Mina. He had started to wonder if you hadn’t felt the same way about the innocent kiss as he had. 

You were staring at your phone ignoring the tv completely. It would be so easy to just pick up the phone and text him, or even call him. You could even use the excuse of wanting to check on Mina. God that felt cheap, using your daughter as an excuse. Picking up your wine you all but pout into the glass taking a long sip of the alcohol lost in thought. 

Why were you being such a wimp about this? He was just a guy, but was he? Of course he wasn’t. It was Mingyu. Mr. PTA, Mr. drooled over by every single other mother even the ones who weren’t single. This was Amy’s dad and at the end of the day that’s what really mattered. 

Your wine sat down next to your phone, you swipe up the empty soup bowl taking it to the kitchen to wash only to glance back over your shoulder to the phone. “Fine…fine! Jesus, maybe he won’t think I’m completely pathetic.” Plopping back down on the couch you pick up the phone, pulling your legs under you before beginning to plot out what you’d try to text first. 

Y/N: Hi, please don’t think I am a helicopter mom. How are things with Mina? How is your evening going?

God, had you sounded desperate? Was there an unsend button? There really was no way to put in an “autocorrect” mistake with how you had typed this. It was pretty clear and to the point that this was how you had meant to type the message. Picking up your wine you take a larger sip and wait, your knee bouncing lightly against the material of the couch from nerves. 

Mingyu felt his phone vibrate on his chest causing him to jump slightly glancing around as if someone was going to point and laugh at him for being startled by it. When he saw no one else, he cleared his throat and grinned seeing your name. Of course you had asked about Mina, he had expected nothing else but you had also asked about his evening. 

Kim Mingyu: Hey! Please, I’ve told you that you are a great mom. That will never change. Things are great, the girls were playing in Amy’s room. Quiet, perhaps too quiet but they are good kids. I don’t think I have much to worry about. Do you want me to tell her you said hi? I’m doing pretty good, just watching some tv. How about you? Are you trying to relax? Did you follow my advice?

Y/N: Yes, please, and tell her that I love her. Your evening sounds a bit like mine but yes I am trying to follow your advice. (picture attached) 

Smiling Mingyu looks at the picture of the wine in your hand, the base resting against your leg that was covered in fuzzy Christmas themed pajama pants decorated with candy canes. His stomach felt tighter knowing you were comfortable and he hoped that you had little to no worries. It made him feel good to know that maybe he had helped you feel that way at least for a little while. 

Kim Mingyu: Of course I will tell her. Very cute. I think I have a matching pair. Oh I think that there is some cheesy Hallmark Christmas movie on. If you are into that sort of thing. It looked pretty sweet. Just another recommendation. 

‘Very cute’ This was fine. You were fine. Your cheeks were simply burning from your face from your wine not his text. Sure, and you hadn’t thought about kissing him again all day long. Sighing out a long slow breath you take a sip of your wine shaking your head to try to clear it. 

Y/N: Oh? I will have to take a look. Is that what you are watching? A cheesy romantic movie alone on a Friday night?

Again, why was there not an unsend button on phones? You would think that the creators of such technology would know that people could not be trusted with their own words and needed at least a minute between each text being seen to consider what they had done. Instead you watch the message go to read and the three little bubbles pop up signaling that Mingyu was typing back to you. 

Mingyu laughs, reaching behind his head to scratch at his neck. Was that a burn mixed in with a flirt? Is that what is happening right now? He didn’t want to presume but at the same time he was so tired of being afraid to do or say anything around you. He had shown that last night, granted a lot of it had been to not disappoint the girls but also to not disappoint himself for the 100th night in a row. 

Kim Mingyu: Sometimes, all I’m missing is a glass of wine and someone to watch it with. I’d invite you to join me but I already gave you the night off. Should we do a rain check?

Was that a date invitation? Has the world begun to spin in the other direction? You were incredibly off kilter staring at your phone and his text in thought. Your fingers rubbing together, you chew on your lips trying to weigh out the pros and cons of accepting and rejecting him. If you accepted the rain check, pros would be; a lovely evening with a movie, a nice glass of wine, perhaps another kiss, who knows what else. Which then led you to the cons; who knew what would happen. It could end miserably and ruin your friendship with Mingyu while also ruining a friendship for your daughter. 

Y/N: As much as I’d like to say yes to that, perhaps we need to remember who we are and who is around us. 

His hands felt like weights but Mingyu understood what you were saying even if he didn’t want to. Leaning his head back on the couch, he sighed heavily when he heard a soft whimpering sound from behind him. Laying the phone down Mingyu shifted to look seeing Mina standing in the hall rubbing her eyes, tears running towards her lips. 

“Mina, honey, what’s wrong? Come here.” The small girl wasted no time moving towards the couch curling her smaller body up to his making Mingyu take in a deep breath, his hand pushing her hair back so he could check her over for injuries or any signs of what was making her upset. “Talk to me, why are you crying? Did something happen with Amy?” 

Shaking her head Mina whimpers looking up only resulting in making Mingyu coo in concern. His large thumbs wiping away her tears that seemed far too large for her small eyes. “Amy’s asleep. I was too but I had a bad dream and woke up. Mommy’s not here.” 

Mingyu frowned but nodded, holding the little girl closer trying to comfort her like he had with Amy many times before. “You want me to call your mommy? She already told me to tell you hi and that she loves you but I know she’d be over here in just a little while to get you if you want her to. No one is making you stay the entire night Mina.” 

Mina whines, shaking her head fervently, her hand gripping at Mingyu’s sweater. “I don’t wanna go home yet. I miss mommy but I don’t wanna leave. I wanna do the sleepover.” Mingyu nods, leaning to pick up his phone, pressing your picture on the screen to call you, making your brows furrow when you see his face pop up on your screen, having only expected a text message back. 

“Hello?” You clear your throat answering the phone, the screen pressed to your ear, nerves eating at your stomach making you wonder even more why he was calling. It isn’t until you hear Mina’s tiny sobs that you sit up more in concern. Your voice quickly changes pitch, “Is she okay? I’m getting my shoes.” 

“Y/N, no no, she’s okay. She just had a bad dream. She said she’s missing you. I thought if she could talk to you on the phone it might help. She was adamant she didn’t want to leave the sleepover.” Your whine reminds Mingyu of Mina’s causing him to close his eyes before he hands the phone to Mina who holds it with two hands to her wet cheek to meet her ear. 

“Mommy?” Her shaky voice almost breaks your heart but also warms it at the same time causing you to sink back down on the couch. “Baby, are you okay? Talk to me. Min-Mr. Kim said you had a bad dream?” 

You listen as the little girl recounts what she can remember of her dream. Something about a dark room at school and no one remembering to pick her up. Something that had never and would never happen, she knew that even as you promised and explained it. “Baby I will be there first thing in the morning to pick you up, I swear. Are you sure you don’t want me to come get you tonight? You know it doesn’t ruin the sleepover right?” 

Mina whines causing you to smile, “Mommy no, please and if you come too early that isn’t good either. I wanna eat breakfast here. I’ve never had Mr. Kim’s breakfast. Wait Mommy you come eat breakfast too, like a family? Please?”

Mingyu watches Mina curiously, his brow raising at the word family. He was surprised how much it made his heart tighten and how much he wanted you to agree to the invitation. You chew on your lip with a sigh bringing your fingers up to pinch at the bridge of your nose considering everything that had happened, including turning Mingyu’s date invitation down. 

“Mina…” The sound of your voice makes Mina start to tear up because she’s heard you say her name that way so many times, that is your ‘I’m about to say something disappointing’ tone. “Mommy, please!” The panic in her voice causes your heart rate to speed up when you realize how important this is to her, you weren’t stupid you had heard her call it a family. 

“I–okay. I’ll be there for breakfast.” Mingyu watches the smile form on Mina’s lips making it impossible for him not to smile. “She said she’ll come to breakfast. I’ll even set the table Mr. Kim, I promise I’ll sleep the rest of the night. I love you Mommy. I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

Mingyu takes the phone back, able to hear you tell Mina that you love her too, so much, just before the girl slides off the couch running back towards Amy’s room and bed. “She’s back to bed I guess.” You let out a tired laugh feeling a bit caught by your daughter, leaning back on to your couch with a small groan. 

“I told you she’s dramatic. I’m sorry Mingyu, I’m sure I can just take her out for breakfast once I get there. You don’t have to cook all that food for us.” Mingyu frowns when you start to talk your way out of breakfast, his disappointment clear in his voice. “I won’t make you stay for breakfast but I would very much like for you to be there too. It really did seem important to Mina…and now I’ll be honest it’s starting to feel important to me as well.” 

The silence on the phone is almost deafening to Mingyu, he can hear your soft breath but he has no idea what you are doing or thinking. Had he crossed a line? “Y/N? I’m sorry if I–” You shake your head and speak up to cut him off when he starts to apologize. “No, I’m sorry. I’m really guarded for myself and for Mina. It’s been hard Mingyu, but I’m sure you have your own understanding of that. It’s easier to push away than it is to let anyone close.” 

If there was anything he understood it was that. There had been other opportunities in the past for relationships but he had never even truly considered them, not until you. He was terrified to hurt Amy and in honesty he was afraid to get hurt. Now he was afraid to hurt you and Mina though he knew he’d never do it on purpose. 

“Yeah, no I get that completely. But if I can tell you something without you maybe thinking that I am a complete idiot or hell, that I’m going too fast…” You feel yourself start to panic at his words but you stay silent wanting to hear what he has to say. “Don’t we deserve a chance? Don’t the girls deserve it maybe? I don’t mean to use the girls like that, because that isn’t what I’m trying to do so please don’t think I am, but it’s very clear to me that they are trying to say something.” 

You know he isn’t wrong so you nod but then remember it’s a phone call. “You are right. They have been…trying. Dinners, mistletoe, “family”. Mingyu, what if things don’t work out for us? That’s all I can think about. I’m truly the worst when it comes to this. I make a list of pros and cons and even if my pros list is 100 times longer than my cons list those cons weigh 1000 times more. “ 

Mingyu sighs into a laugh and you can picture him nodding, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ve thought about that too, but I’ve also wanted to give this a try for months. Kissing you yesterday was more than just because of some mistletoe and because the girls wanted us to. I should have asked to kiss you long before that. There is so much I want to give you in your life and in Mina’s…because you have given Amy and I so much already.” 

“Mingyu, please.” He smiles when you almost cut him off, your voice pleading in such a soft way it makes him wish you were beside him so he could touch you. “I’m serious Y/N. One step at a time maybe? We don’t have to say anything to the girls yet, we can just see how we feel and we can also remember that no matter how it goes for us we aren’t the important ones at the end of the day. What do you think?” 

More of that deafening silence, god you were good with suspense. Mingyu chewed at his cheek looking over the lights of the Christmas tree, the gentle flickering almost memorizing him until you finally spoke. “Okay, I’d like to try, as long as we really do promise to remember to keep the girls first and not ruin their relationship.” 

“I promise, with my entire heart I will not let that happen. I also will do my best to never hurt you, I think you’ve had enough of that in your life.” You close your eyes and mutter under your breath making Mingyu’s brows furrow while he leans forward looking down at his hand between his knees. “What did you say? You were really quiet.” 

Your laugh makes him smile once again even as you sigh. “I was mainly talking to myself but I was just saying, please don’t say that to me Mingyu.” He shakes his head letting his teeth pull at his bottom lip not willing to give up that easily. “Sorry, no take backs. I mean what I say.” 

Mingyu couldn’t help how many times he looked at you during breakfast. He hadn’t had the chance to see you early in the morning on too many occasions and if he had to admit it to himself he would love this opportunity more often. If it were possible you were even more beautiful in the early light, the sunlight in your hair, that soft smile on your lips any time you caught him staring at you. 

Your cheeks had not stopped burning from the moment you had stepped inside the Kim residence an hour or so ago. Mingyu’s handsome smile kept catching your eye and you kept finding him unabashedly watching you. There was no way his attention was going unnoticed by the girls so you just did your best to keep yourself calm and not give off the wrong impression. 

“So, did you enjoy the sleepover girls? What did you do?” Mina smiles at you, glancing between you and Mingyu before stabbing at her pancake while Amy answers your question. “We painted our nails, oh and daddy’s. Show Miss. Y/L/N how pretty we did daddy.” Mingyu sighs before extending his fingers out to you to show the pink nail polish covering some of his nails. 

You laugh reaching to take his fingers into your hand running your thumb over his index fingernail appraising their work with a nod. “Mmm yes, this is good work. You will have to keep helping him out. There is no way he can look this pretty all on his own.” 

Mingyu’s thumb grazes your palm causing you to look up into his eyes, your hand slowly moving from his. A smile growing larger on his lips when you clear your throat looking back at the kids. “What else did you do?” The girls go on to explain how they colored, played dolls, and made you both a present drawing Mingyu’s attention with those final words. 

Even with his mouth full of pancake he makes a questioning sound tilting his head. “What sort of present?” Mina laughs at his muffled words shaking her head, “Mr. Kim! Don’t talk with your mouth full, bad manners.” When you laugh putting your fingers over your lips, Mingyu smiles looking over at you nodding before looking back to Mina after swallowing his bite of food. 

“Mmm you are right, I apologize. My manners have returned, I promise. Now explain these presents.” You can’t seem to take your eyes off of Mingyu until Amy starts to speak, talking about how you two will have to wait until after breakfast. “They are like early Christmas presents but you have to get them before Christmas, you understand?” 

Neither of you really understood but yet you both nodded to keep the girls happy telling them to finish their breakfast. Shared looks of some concern, you and Mingyu sip at your coffees when he nods and gets up to start clearing the table. “Well I can tell you this, no matter if we are getting early gifts or not, that does not mean anyone else is getting early Christmas gifts. I will not be bribed.” 

Watching the girls finish their pancakes, you smile at Mingyu’s playful words before you stand to start helping him clean up. Each girl handing over their plate giggling when turned with a small surprised gasp to find Mingyu right behind you. “Sorry, I was going to…” Mingyu takes a step back so he isn’t breathing on to your cheek, his gaze unconsciously lingering over your lips. 

“It’s okay, I’ve got the dishes this time. Why don’t you and the girls just enjoy the Christmas tree for a little bit while I finish up? Then we can figure out this present ordeal…” Mingyu smiles when you nod, taking a step away from him. Your eyes glancing back over your shoulder even as the girls pull on either of your hands to drag you towards the living room excited to turn on a movie with you. 

By the time Mingyu finishes and makes his way to the living room he stops short in order to just take in the scene. Mina curled up against your right side and Amy on your left, both of the girls watching some Christmas movie on the tv while your fingers brush over their hair. This was what Mingyu wanted for Christmas, no one had asked him of course but they never needed to. He didn’t want physical possessions, he wanted this with you. 

You smile when you look up realizing Mingyu is leaning against the wall watching you. Gesturing with your head you signal for him to join you with the kids. Amy is the first of the kids to notice her dad smiling brightly when he moves to sit beside her putting his arm behind you all on the couch. Her eyes meet Mina’s across your lap where they share an enthusiastic smile. Neither one wanted to move just yet, this was the closest thing they had to a “complete” family for their entire life. 

Logically both of them knew that not every family had a mommy and a daddy. All families were built differently but it hadn’t stopped them from wanting that dream and when they had become friends it all had started to fit together like a puzzle that somehow no one had lost any of the pieces. Mina nuzzles against your stomach making you smile, your fingers threading through her soft hair while Amy drags your hand from her head down to her side where Mingyu’s free hand is, your hands brushing lightly. 

Mingyu takes in a deep breath meeting your eyes, a gentle smile on his lips as the small girl’s hand tries to hold both of you closely. Neither of you had the heart to move them now. Not while they watched their movie, not while they seemed so content and happy. You wanted more happy days for Mina. Mingyu wanted them for Amy. 

When you lean your head back and to the side, finding Mingyu’s arm behind you, the corner of his lips turn up. “I can move if you want.” He smiles a bit brighter when you shake your head no but you also don’t move your head. Instead he watches you lean your head against his arm while you watch the movie. Mingyu isn’t sure what the movie is even about, he isn’t sure he’d even care now. He can’t take his eyes off you or his mind off the feeling of you against him. 

If it wasn’t for the cheerful music signaling the end of the movie not even the kids would have really realized the movie was over. They too had started to enjoy the warmth of the four of you curled up on the couch, the fire crackling nearby. Amy stretches, finally letting go of your and Mingyu’s hands leaning up to stretch, Mina quickly mimicking her. You both watch as smiles spread across their faces before the girls slide off the couch. “Both of you just…stay here.” 

Mingyu laughs though he glances at you a bit sad when you sit up and slightly away from him but he knows why. “We won’t move Mina.” Amy grabs her hand dragging her towards her bedroom to presumingly grab the ‘early Christmas presents.’ You take a breath stretching a bit on the couch before feeling his eyes on you causing you to look over at Mingyu. 

“Hi…” Just a simple word from his lips makes your skin prickle and a shy smile to creep along your lips. When you glance down at your hands Mingyu laughs, glancing back towards the hall to check on the girls before sliding closer to you. His fingers gently tilting your head back up to look at him. “I’m really glad you are here Y/N. I’m glad you came to breakfast and that you haven’t left yet…this is really nice seeing you for longer. Not feeling like you are always rushing out the door needing to get something done.” 

His fingers push your hair along your neck causing your eyes to move along his face, from his lips to his eyes while you listen to him talk. “And I hope you don’t find me to be too forward and possibly an ass but if I don’t just say what I’m thinking with you I’ll chicken out and never say anything.” You laugh finding yourself just barely leaning into his delicate touch. “I think…I’d rather you just say it Mingyu. I can’t play games. Like you said I’m always rushing and there is a reason for that usually.” 

Mingyu’s thumb glides along your cheekbone while his eyes seem to trace over your face like he wants to commit it to memory. “But we also have to be careful around the girls and not forget our promises. Remember?” He nods but doesn’t move, he simply points to his ear and smiles at you. “I’m listening for them and you can see over my shoulder. I just wanted a moment and I’ll move back, but I have to tell you that you are so beautiful. You always are but this morning you have taken my breath away every single time I have looked at you.” 

Mingyu laughs when you try to look away, his thumb catching your chin turning your head back up to him. Your shy eyes meet his once again while he speaks. “And I know you know I have been looking at you quite a bit today. I apologize for that, I know it’s forward of me, but again like you said, no more games.” 

You start to speak but Mingyu drops his hand and slides back a couple of inches, clearly hearing something you hadn’t but then you see the girls move around the hall. He smiles at you giving you a quick wink when you sit up a bit more trying to make it appear as if nothing was going on. You both quickly find out that neither of the kids would have noticed anyway, both of them holding a decorated piece of folded paper in their hands, their eyes on the paper. 

“What ya got girls?” You smile at Mingyu's voice that seems to bring the kids out of their concentration and back to reality. Mina looks to Amy for her to take the lead knowing she had the most courage of the two of them. You feel your heart tighten slightly leaning forward reaching for Mina who takes a step towards you but doesn’t offer you the paper just yet. 

“So we were learning about how not everybody wants toys and games for Christmas in school.” Mingyu nods along with Amy’s words reaching up to push her hair behind her ear, a smile on his lips. “Mm, that's very true.” She smiles finally meeting her dad’s eyes, most of her courage returning when she shows him the piece of paper. “Mina and I don’t just want those either. So we’ve made these for you.” 

When Mina hands you the letter, you tilt her head up with your free hand smiling at her gaining one in return. “Did you decorate this too?” She nods, chewing at her lip causing you to laugh. “It’s so pretty, so many colors. Do you want us to read them now?” Mina nods, clearing her throat in an attempt to gain her own courage. 

“Yes, please. They are very portant. I mean important.” Mingyu reaches over to brush his hand over her head when she corrects her word, a smile on his lips as Amy lays her letting in his hand. You watch the girls link their hands taking a few steps back choosing to sit on the floor, their eyes on you both in anticipation. Mingyu sighs a bit nervously, his glance meeting yours while his fingers unfold the letter carefully. You follow his lead doing the same with Mina’s, your eyes beginning to move over the page and her obviously carefully written words. 

‘Dear Mommy, 

First of tall, I love you very much. You are the best mommy in the whold wide world. Thank you for being my mommy. I do want dolls for Cristmas but I want something else too so I know how you make lists. I thoght I could do that too. 

Props and Coms to you and Mr. Kim getting married: ‘ 

You look up at your daughter, your cheeks burning warm even though she smiles at you. Her spelling has gotten much better, that was your first observation. You were very proud of her but the context of the letter while not surprising was still a shock. Mingyu glances over at your letter, unable to stop the smile that crosses his lips before he returns to his own. 

‘Dear Daddy,

I love you mostest. Even more than chocolate ice cream. I know you are the smartost person in the world so this won’t be a surprise. I don’t think I want anything for Cristmas. I mean if you ready got me presents that’s ok, I know Santa will bring more. I have been real good. But I want you to marry Miss. Y/L/N. I want her to be my mommy. I know she makes you smile like when I tell you a joke even though she is not funny. She’s really pretty. I know you tink so too. So I figure you ready have a ring like the boys in the Hallmark movie so maybe you can give it to her on Cristmas. Be a gennleman daddy. 

Love, Amy’ 

Mingyu takes a deep breath finishing his letter while you are still going over the list of pros and cons or as Mina had put them props and coms for why you and Mingyu should be married. Less time on the road for you, she could have a daddy, you could have a husband. You sink into the couch continuing to read, realizing there were no “coms”. 

Mina chews on her cheek watching you carefully finally moving to her feet to come to your side looking over your arm. Her little finger pointing to the last “prop” on her list. “That one is my most important reason. I like to see you smile and Mr. Kim does that the most.” 

You swallow hard, attempting to keep yourself composed while you nod at her explanation. All eyes following your hands when you fold your letter back up and put it in your lap. “Um…girls.” That tone in your voice, the disappointing one that Mina knew. Amy watches Mina’s bottom lip start to tremble, the girl sliding from your grip but you aren’t quick enough to catch her before Mina is down the hall. 

Mingyu frowns a bit folding his own letter, he wasn’t sure how to react to it all either. He hated to disappoint the girls but it wasn’t as easy as they wanted it to be. He watches you run your fingers through your hair before you stand and follow Mina down the hall, the soft click of a door opening and shutting then silence. 

Amy doesn’t look up at her dad, the disappointment hanging in the air like a heavy fog. “Amy?” Hearing her name, she still doesn’t look up, instead Amy makes a sound to acknowledge that she had heard her dad causing him to slide off the couch into the floor with her. “It was a very nice letter, from both of you. A wonderful gift, thank you baby.” 

She was strong, rarely cried so when tears slipped down her cheeks Mingyu had to hold his own back. “Oh, no honey. Listen, Y/N and I…adults are complicated. It’s not like the movies. Baby no one is trying to hurt you or Mina. I would give anything to give you the family you obviously want so badly…but things don’t happen for anyone in two hours like you see on tv. I know what you and Mina are trying to do and it’s so sweet of you both but can you do me a favor and try to let me and Y/N worry about the heavy stuff?” 

Amy lets her dad hold her close, his fingers brushing away her tears while she nods. His heart still beating quickly listening to her soft sobs. “You are so young, don’t worry about playing matchmaker right now. Just worry about having fun with your best friend, about school, and about how much you are going to enjoy Christmas.” 

Mingyu watches his daughter shrug her shoulders, his cheek meeting her forehead while he listens to her talk between soft whimpers. “I will try, but daddy I just wanted us to be…” He nods as her voice trails off because he knows what she wanted and honestly what he was wanting too. “All I can ask is that you try.” 

Mina clings to you, both of you sitting on Amy’s bed surrounded by stuffed animals and dolls. Her little hands hold tightly into your sweater even though you knew she was upset at you. You hadn’t pressured her to talk, you had only told her how much you loved her and how sorry you were to disappoint her. It felt like you were always disappointing her. 

“Did I not write it good enough?” Your own eyes close tightly, fighting back the urge to let tears slip from your eyes. “You wrote the letter so well. It was beautiful, Mina. I just need for you to try to understand that life doesn’t work that way. No matter if we want it to or not.” 

She didn’t understand that, not when you looked so happy around Mr. Kim and then when you were at home you seemed sad. This was just logical to Mina. “I have so much to think about when it comes to who I would be with. My own pros and cons list would be much different, baby. You didn’t list a single con but I’m afraid there are always going to be cons.” 

Mina shakes her head glancing up at you like you are speaking gibberish. “Like what? He’s so  nice. You are nice. He cooks good and he has Amy. He’s a good daddy.” Your fingers work to untangle her hair while you sigh nodding. “You are right, I don’t disagree with those baby, but what about if Mr. Kim and I don’t end up getting along? I have to put you first always. Everyday I wake up with you in my mind and how I can make your life better.” 

You watch her eyes blink out large tears that trail over her cheeks only to be wiped away by you. “My life, our life would be better with them.” You didn’t disagree with her but you couldn’t give her false hope when you were so uncertain of everything. The relationship with Mingyu had barely even begun. “Maybe, yes, but how about we just take this all one day at a time? Can you do that for me?” 

You get a skeptical look from Mina who only when she meets your sad eyes does she nod. “Thank you. I love you so much, Mina and I would never hurt you. Not if I can help it, it is my job to keep you safe and healthy. That’s why I have to make decisions you might not like or go slowly with things even if it’s not how you want it to be right now. I know that’s a lot, maybe for you to understand but let’s just get through Christmas okay?” 

Mina sighs, reaching up to wipe her nose with the back of her hand making you sigh. “Okay but only if you promise we will come here for Christmas.” She was so good at trapping you when you were weak, truly your child. “Okay, we will come here for Christmas, but only if you put this behind you and work hard at school.” 

Sitting up Mina offers you her pinky drawing another sigh out of your mouth. “It’s serious business mommy.” You laugh, nodding when you link your pinky with hers, both of you leaning to kiss the top of your fingers sealing your promise. “No take backs.” 

There were a few days when you were able to sleep in. Very few holidays that were deemed important enough that your work actually allowed you to have them off but Christmas was one of them. So you hadn’t set an alarm, instead you had planned foolishly to allow yourself time to sleep thinking you would get to sleep in to maybe even 8 in the morning. 

When Mina’s body lands on top of yours, her excited voice in your ear all you can manage is a whine. Your hand pulling at her to tug her under the covers trying to make her realize it was far too early for this. “Mommy, Merry Christmas! We have to get up, what? No! No, under the covers silly. It’s already 5 in the morning. We are going to be late!” 

“Late?!” You whine out the word and tug your daughter back to you hugging her tightly making her laugh. “I promise you Mina that Mingyu and Amy are not getting up right now, and if Amy has, Mingyu has done this exact thing to her. Now shh, sleep more.” Mine smiles curling her body into yours nuzzling under your chin listening to you talk. 

“Mommy?” Her voice makes you let out a tired questioning sound, her fingers playing with the fabric of your night shirt. “You said Mr. Kim’s first name. You’ve been doing that a lot more.” Shaking your head, you pull her closer turning on your back. Mina watches you throw your arm over your face in the low light, a laugh on her lips. “Go back to sleep Mina. Give me at least another hour. Your mom is tired, and all she wants for Christmas is sleep.” 

Mina smiles at your words nudging up against you with a small yawn, she had been wide awake but why was your bed always more comfortable than hers? It was so warm and you were so warm and felt so safe. She only nods a couple times before Mina is back asleep on your chest in a few minutes. 

You hadn’t been wrong that Amy had attempted to wake Mingyu up just as early only to be wrapped in a blanket now squished up next to him softly snoring. Mingyu had managed to get around an hour more of sleep but as the sun began to rise he couldn’t help but open his eyes along with it. It seemed unusually bright, Mingyu had to squint sliding out of bed carefully not to wake Amy making his way over to the window to peek out. He can’t help but to smile a bit seeing a fresh layer of snow on the ground. “She’s getting everything she wants for Christmas it seems…” 

Amy whines making Mingyu turn around seeing his daughter waking back up. She was struggling with his blanket that he had wrapped around her in attempts to in his own way swaddle his 6 year old daughter. A laugh falling from his lips he moves to help her untangle the fabric letting her sit up and stretch, her hair pointing in all different directions while she squints from the same light that had woken him up. “It’s bright…” 

Mingyu runs his hand over her hair trying to tame some of the hair but he knows only a brush will really do the trick. “Mmhm, you should go into the living room and see why.” Amy grins, beginning to catch on to her dad’s meaning. Mingyu chuckles following behind his daughter, her feet hitting the hardwood floors quickly in excitement, a happy gasp leaving her mouth when she finally crawls up on the couch to look out of the window seeing the snow. 

“Christmas miracles! Daddy, I asked Santa for snow!” Mingyu pretends to not know everything that Amy had asked for, simply letting his eyes widen in surprise. “And it seems like he probably left a bunch of the other stuff under the tree.” Amy giggles when Mingyu sits down next to her before she glances towards the tree in awe at all the different gifts. 

“Woah! Why are there so many?” Mingyu can’t help but to cover his amused smile with his hand shrugging a bit when Amy crawls off into the floor to look at the gifts. “Oh my gosh, daddy! Santa brought Mina’s gifts here! How did he know? That’s so cool! You should call Miss. Y/L/N and tell her right now.” 

Amy keeps carefully digging through the gifts, almost beginning to sort them while Mingyu shakes his head suppressing his laughter. “Should I? I will send her a text. How does that sound? Then I will start breakfast and you will keep your little paws off the presents. You will instead go take a brush to your hair and try to make it look like you didn’t get electrocuted.” 

Pursing her lips in confusion, Amy turns to sit on her knees looking up at her dad as he pulls his phone from his sweatpants. She watches him send you a quick text, her head titling before he meets her eyes and laughs at her expression. “What’s that look for?”

“What’s lectrocuted?” Mingyu sighs and shakes his head trying to think how he could explain it, reading a text back from you, a grin spreading over his face. “It’s uh…you know what electricity is. The lights, when you get shocked. Your hair goes all over like that. Now go brush your hair Einstein. Mina will be here soon.” 

“My name is Amy, you know my name Daddy. Just because you were reading your phone…gosh boys are so weird.” Laughing Mingyu simply puts his phone on the counter getting to work on Christmas breakfast hoping he will have at least most of it done before you arrive.

When you and Mina finally make it inside you are pulling her back to get her out of her jacket and shoes before letting her run off to find Amy. The smell of food hitting your nose makes you take in a deep breath, your mouth watering almost instantly. Walking through the house you find Mingyu in the kitchen, a smile on his face when you are finally close enough. “You finally just let yourself in for once.” 

He laughs watching you roll your eyes, his own eyes surveying behind you only to step closer his hand running along your hip to pull you in a bit closer. “Morning…” Your cheeks warm instantly at his touch and attention. You still weren’t used to it and having to hide it from the girls made it even harder, but you still can’t help the smile on your lips. “Good morning.” 

Mingyu’s lips press to yours gently and briefly before he lets you turn your head to see what he is working on at the stove. “It’s almost done. I thought I’d go a little traditional and a little not. I made some waffles, bacon, eggs, kimchi fried rice, and pajeon.” You shake your head reaching to pick up a piece of the bacon, biting off a piece then putting it to his mouth letting him take the rest from your fingers.

“You cooked enough for 10 people, Gyu.” He laughs swallowing the bacon, his neck heating up when you shorten his name. He still wasn’t used to it but he loved hearing it but he thought to himself there would be other names for him from you he might like even more. “Maybe but we can eat what we have leftover for lunch and then some of this like the rice will heat up really well for snacks.” 

Always thinking ahead. One of the many things you found out that you loved about him. No, that you liked about him. You have to correct yourself even in your head clearing your throat nodding to his words. Taking one of the serving dishes you watch him carry three balancing one plate on his arm making you shake your head while you follow him into the dining room. Your eyes follow him but do seem to travel over his body until he makes a sound having caught you. 

“Hmm, remind me later that I need to give you a Christmas present when we can be alone.” You start to complain but the girls running into the room at the smell of food cuts you off. “Oh my gosh! Mr. Kim, this looks so good!” Mingyu grins at Mina’s complement reaching over to ruffle her hair while the two girls take their seats. You start to move back to help him get the rest of the food but find him standing behind you. 

“I’ve got the rest. Let me get your chair.” Amy makes an ooo sound causing Mina to giggle when Mingyu pulls out your chair for you, letting you sit down. “Daddy, so gentleman like.” Mingyu shoots finger guns at his daughter with a wink playfully making you laugh. “You said it right, I’m proud of you baby.” 

Amy laughs rolling her eyes at her dad’s antics, her gaze finding you while you run your fingers over your hair trying to regain your composure. “Miss. Y/L/N, did daddy tell you about Santa bringing all the gifts here?” You smile at her and nod, leaning to start dishing out some food to the girls while Mingyu brings in the rest taking his seat. 

“He did, that’s very exciting and convenient.” Mina laughs at how you choose to answer Amy picking up her fork stabbing at some of her food. “Amy said there are presents under the tree for you too Mommy and some not from Santa.” You furrow your brows glancing at Mingyu who tries to act innocent shrugging only to hand over the syrup to you. 

“Is that so? Well we will have to take a look after breakfast is all done and cleaned up.” Amy nods in agreement while you raise a brow at Mingyu who simply smiles at you taking a big bite of pajeon. You shake your head amused with him deciding to pay more attention to the girls when you feel his free hand on yours under the table resting on your knee. His thumb gently glides along the back of your hand causing you to pause what you are doing. 

Mingyu smiles at your reaction but he keeps the girls entertained talking to them both about the snow and the possibility of playing in it once all the presents are opened. When you turn your hand over letting his fingers lace with yours it’s his turn to be surprised. Mingyu’s breath catches, his eyes lowering to the table and both of you are pleased to hear the girls continue talking between themselves about their plans. 

With your eyes on his, Mingyu doesn’t even hear when Amy speaks to him until you tap at the back of his hand and gesture with your head towards his daughter. “Mm what did you say sweetie?” Amy laughs, raising a brow at his reaction, some egg on the corner of her lips making him smile. She doesn’t budge even as her dad leans over to wipe them away, her mouth still moving to speak, “You two always take longer than us to eat but today can we maybe just go all together to the living room?” 

Mingyu smirks into a sigh at her question, his hand falling from yours so that he can use both of his hands with his food for a few moments. “Yes, if we make a deal. When you two are finished, go start on dishes. We can work on them together then go open presents. You two always get out of dish duty. Give back since it’s Christmas, help me and your mom.”  

You breath catches at how he says that last sentence and you notice that he seems to pick up on it too. “Mina’s…mom. You know what I mean.” Amy raises her brow even higher if possible glancing at Mina, both girls nodding but not before sharing a look of interest once again. You take a large sip of coffee meeting Mingyu’s eyes over the cup while he shoves food into his mouth only to glance away silently cursing at himself for a slip of his tongue. 

Amy was right in knowing she and Mina would finish first. You and Mingyu watch the two girls gather their plates heading towards the kitchen only to hear the sound of water and their chatter when they leave the two of you alone in the dining room. “Sorry…” Your eyes lift to find Mingyu looking from you to his plate while he pushes around the last bit of food, concern written on his features. 

“For? Why are you apologizing?” Mingyu sighs and almost whines making you laugh, it never ceases to amaze how a man so large could be so small sometimes. “Gyu, it’s fine. Nothing you said was…wrong really. I am a mom and they are now helping out. So where was the reason for you to say sorry?” 

He picks up his coffee finishing off the last bit before sitting the mug back down, a soft breathy sigh slipping from his lips. “I’m trying so hard to keep my promise and keep everything from them but I also just want to be with you. I’m tired of having to pretend like I’m not falling in l..like I’m not in a relationship with you.” You watch him quickly backtrack on his words, your heart racing in your chest. 

“I know, I don’t like it either but we said we wouldn’t tell them anything until we were sure about everything. We can’t risk hurting them. At the end of the day how we feel about each other is the least important thing.” That stung a bit, Mingyu’s face shows that just as much as it felt for you to say it. “Do you mean that Y/N? Or are you just trying to make it make sense?” 

Mingyu watches you swallow hard, your head shaking while you try to come up with words only to fall short. His hand moves along yours on the table to hold it, his thumb sliding gently along your skin. “I won’t make you answer that right now. Let’s just have a good day with the girls and go from there, huh?” You nod in response, leaning your cheek into his lips when he leans to kiss it quickly. 

The table slowly clears leaving you to grab just your own plate and a couple of leftovers so you can join the others in the kitchen. You find Mingyu at the sink having taken over the main washing duty letting the girls dry the dishes. A soft smile forms on your lips even though your stomach was in knots from your earlier words to him. Did you mean it? 

You shake your head answering yourself in your head, no you hadn’t. He was important to you. The way you felt about him and how he felt about you was important, incredibly so. Over the past few weeks he had quickly become someone you looked forward to seeing as often as possible. You never thought that your relationship with him could make him an even better friend to you but you proved yourself wrong once again. 

With the dishes washed and put away, leftovers safely secured for later, you and Mingyu follow the girls into the living room where they are given the go ahead to start going through the gifts. You join Mingyu on the couch sitting a few inches away from him watching Mina and Amy placing gifts into piles. “Are you going to take turns or just open them?” 

Amy considers your question and picks up a gift with a grin that always reminded you of her dad, her eyes finding yours. “Take turns. This one is yours.” You furrow your brows reaching out to take the small long box from her hands to read the tag with a sigh looking at Mingyu who glances away towards the fireplace to avoid you. “Open it mommy.” Your fingers work over the wrapping paper slower than the girls would like but you find Mingyu’s eyes back on you when you finally reach the box under the paper and are able to open it, finding a thin gold bracelet inside. Small delicate gems hanging from the chain in different colors that shimmered in the light from the window making you take a deep breath. 

“Do you recognize all of them?” You nod but quickly shake your head. You knew some of them but there were two you didn’t. Two stones were your and Amy’s birthstones, the others were different but it quickly made you realize who they belonged to. “You and Amy…” Mingyu smiles, reaching to take the bracelet out of the box, setting that to the side so he can put it around your wrist while the girls watch. 

“So you can have everyone with you no matter where you are.” Mingyu isn’t aware of the tears in your eyes but Mina is. Her face falls in concern when she starts to move to her feet only to stop when you surprise everyone in the room by turning Mingyu’s face to yours pressing your lips to his. “Mommy…” 

Mingyu smiles against your lips as the girls gasp and begin to talk excitedly until you pull back realizing what you have just done. “Oh my gosh! Santa got the letters for real. I mean it’s not a wedding on Christmas but…” Your cheek is warm under Mingyu’s thumb, his laughter helping to keep you grounded while you listen to the girls beginning to pick up other gifts. 

“Seriously if he got that letter that means that I got a laptop Mina. Also we have like an entire wedding to plan. Daddy can’t do that and your mommy, oh my gosh she might be my mommy soon too!” You lean your head back and Mingyu lets you rest your head on his shoulder while he looks at the kids. “Hey what did I tell you before? Let us be adults and you two be kids. Open your presents.” 

Amy gives him a sly look nodding while pulling one of her presents into her lap. “Whatever you say daddy.” Mina laughs almost matching her friend’s look before finding a gift with her name on it ripping at the paper. “Yeah whatever you say. You two just let us know when you need help. Cause we have an entire notebook ready. We’ve watched a lot of Hallmark movies.” 

You sigh into a laugh finally looking up to see your daughter's eyes smiling when you see how happy she is. “I bet you have.” The rest of the morning goes almost as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Only a few glances from the girls and the occasional squeal of joy when they noticed that you and Mingyu were holding hands. It didn’t take long before they were both begging to go into the backyard to play in the snow.

Mingyu was more than happy to let you rest on the couch while he wrapped too many scarves around each of the girls. Both of them complained about needing to be able to move to play but he simply mocked them playfully tugging their hoods over their heads. “Stay where we can see you. If I look out that window and you are out of sight I will come find you and then melt all the snow.”

Getting a sour look from Amy, Mingyu smirked, pinching her nose before opening the door to usher both of the girls out into the cold. You watched from the couch, smiling when you saw them both come into view Mina instantly falling down to make a snow angel quickly followed by Amy. You don’t notice Mingyu joining you until his hand slides over your leg to your knee drawing your attention back to him. 

“We will keep an eye on them, but they know the rules.” You smile with a nod watching him carefully and curiously when he leans up to reach behind a pillow to bring out another small wrapped gift. “You didn’t remind me but I remembered anyway.” When you laugh Mingyu’s smile grows exponentially, his eyes following your hands take the gift from him to set it on your lap. 

“First of all you didn’t give me time to remind you and secondly I literally didn’t get you anything Mingyu. We said no gifts and you lied right through your perfect teeth.” Mingyu grins shrugging, reaching up to push a piece of your hair behind your ear while he glances out of the window to watch the girls playing. “I already got everything I wanted so maybe I did lie, but I think I like spoiling you a little bit. It seems like you’ve never been treated like this and I kind of like the look on your face when it happens.” 

Your cheeks warm causing Mingyu to smirk when he feels it under his touch. “You are blushing again.” The sound of his laughter is music to your ears even as you elbow him playfully causing him to jokingly double over only to place a kiss to your cheek. “Open your present.” When you sigh, Mingyu taps at your nose while biting at his bottom lip watching you. 

“Stop looking at me like that.” Another laugh slips between his lips at your words, Mingyu’s hand moving from your face to the back of your neck while he watches you opening the present. “How am I looking at you?” You shrug moving the wrapping paper to the side first before opening the top of the box avoiding his eyes. “Like a school boy in love or something.” 

Mingyu raises a brow and shrugs his lips considering your words. “Interesting way to put it, but not far off.” You start to say something back to him but when you move the tissue paper in the box you find yourself speechless. Plane tickets along with another small unopened jewelry box sit on more tissue paper waiting for you to touch. “Gyu?” 

“Hmm?” He watches you lift the box first, putting it to the side, then your fingers pick up the plane tickets where you read the dates of the flight, seeing two round trip tickets to New York City for a long weekend during New Years Eve. “Oh…how could we even do that? We both have kids and that’s just a few days…like literally…” 

Mingyu hears you start to spiral so he takes his eyes from the window where he had been watching the kids playing to look at you. His hand moving to gently grasp your chin turning your head towards him. “Promise not to get too mad at me but I already took care of that. I spoke with my mom and yours. They want to split the time between them and take care of the girls. I believe your mom’s exact words were to “whisk you off your feet” so I’m here to whisk you off your feet Miss Y/L/N.” 

Your hands were shaking so Mingyu took the tickets out of your hands reaching to pick up the jewelry box putting that into your hand instead. “It’s not an engagement ring. I’m not that crazy, yet, but please open it.” You look at the box using your thumb to push open the box only to have your breath taken away once more when you do find a necklace inside. “The girls found this one the other day and kept saying how it would look so pretty on you. I have to admit they have really great taste.” 

You watch Mingyu’s fingers take the necklace from the box, he only makes a small questioning sound and you already know what he wants. He smiles when you lift your hair and turn your back to him so he can put the necklace around your neck clasping it only to let his fingers trace the delicate gold chain. Your fingers run over the small teardrop diamond pendant now resting on your chest, surprised when you feel Mingyu’s lips gently press to the side of your neck only once before he pulls away and lets you drop your hair. 

“So are you mad at me for planning behind your back?” Mingyu watches you shake your head, not making him smile a bit brighter. He finds himself leaning his cheek against your palm when you reach up to run your thumb along his cheekbone. “No, I’m not mad. I’m just honestly really happy. You asked me something earlier and I avoided it. I didn’t mean what I said. You are so important, this is important. I’m sorry.” 

Mingyu’s brows knit together, his face turning to press his lips to your palm causing your stomach to tighten to the feeling. “It’s okay. I know why you said it, but I’m so happy to hear you say this now. You are important to me too Y/N. Amy, Mina, and you are the most important people in my life and when I said I got everything I wanted for Christmas I wasn’t lying. This is what I wanted.” 

You turn your head towards the window in order to stop yourself from letting tears fall from your eyes at Mingyu’s words only to find yourself watching as Mina and Amy throw snowballs at one another. Mingyu moves your hand into his, holding it at his chest, his eyes following yours to watch the girls playing until they notice you both watching and wave. “This is what I wanted too, Gyu. Merry Christmas.” 

Mingyu smiles, meeting your eyes once again when you speak, your words going straight to his heart and stomach. When you lean towards him brushing your lips against his gently, he can’t help but to smile against your lips. Mingyu’s free hand moves to hold the side of your face gently while the snow starts to lightly fall on the happy girls playing outside making them laugh joyfully.

 “Merry Christmas Y/N.”

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[thecameronchronicles]

Snapshots

TW: Smut. Language. 

SUMMARY: Drew’s newest subject for his pictures, you, leads him to capture a more intimate series of pictures this holiday season. 

WORD COUNT: 1500

*ORIGINAL CONCEPT*

Snapshots

It wasn’t uncommon for Drew to be without a camera, in fact it was rare that he wasn’t as he had a proclivity for those vintage lenses. And most recently, you had become the subject of his focus. Picture after picture, frame after frame, he had taken you at your most distracted while you were focused on accumulating the addresses for the very Christmas cards he was preparing the camera to take pictures of. But the concern of the optics had been reserved solely for you. Using his fingers to brush away your long hair at a cascade over your shoulder, he would take a photograph of how you appeared focused, a second later, your hand reaching for the origin of the click as he would chuckle. 

“Don’t mind me, baby.”

“Kind of hard to focus with a camera in my face, Drew…” You shot with a raised brow, frustrated with just how many of these envelopes you had to send out. 

“It’s our first year sending cards together…I want them to be perfect…but you look good in every shot so how am I supposed to choose?” he spoke more to himself while looking through the camera as he fixed it to you once again. “But I prefer…” He pulled the strap of your camisole down just enough to reveal the skin as you scoffed at him in half annoyance and half disbelief. 

“Drew…”

“Just testing the lighting…” He lied, a grin validating this from behind the block set before his face as you tried to focus as he now moved behind you, reversing the screen to take more of a selfie, before taking a photograph of him kissing your shoulder and then your neck. Those same two fingers that began to undress you would draw to your jaw, turning you to face him. As you went to speak his name as if to berate him, you were silenced by his lips. A soft kiss, making you forget everything from your task to your own name while he pulled his tongue to the bottom of your lip, making you gasp. With a hand set on either side of your cheek, he guided you to your feet before taking you onto the table, legs resting at his hips as he seemed to distract you with the labels while you had distracted him from his impromptu photoshoot. 

Click. 

Or at least you thought. 

“What are you-”

“You know I think you’re gorgeous, baby. But do you know when you're absolutely irresistible?” You cocked your head, reaching for the camera to bring his focus back to you as he would only reach further away and set it back to take a snapshot of your pout. “When you come…It’s the most beautiful face you make…bliss and pleasure…disbelief and expectancy…not to mention…it’s sexy as hell…and I have every intention of getting THAT on film-”

“No!”

“Maybe get it blown up into a sixteen by twenty right above our couch-or our bed! That way I can make you mimic it every time-”

“Absolutely not!”

“Fine. But I’ll just keep it for me then-” He lifted you into the direction of the bedroom, setting you softly on the very edge of the bed, before you could object. The dim light of the lamp left illuminating the room as he had ventured earlier for the camera had produced the perfect lowlight for the sultry ambiance of the film itself. 

“Let me see you, sweetheart…”

“Drew-”

“You’re so beautiful…” He assisted, using his fingertips to draw the straps of your top loose until you bit your bottom lip. 

“Just like that!” He lifted to capture you in this moment, perfection looking back at him through the finder as he shook his head. “Goddamn, you’re so angelic…But so sinful too…Keep going…” Something in the thrill behind his eyes and matching smile was enough to prompt your continuation as you stood for him, removing your shirt and looking over your shoulder. 

“Shit…” He breathed deeply as your fingers now came to the line of your jeans, pulling them down slowly as he took a quick series of you undressing. 

“So fucking stunning…” 

“Drew…”

“Please baby…I want all of you on camera for me…” You offered him what he wanted as you removed the only remaining article of clothing left, your lingerie, before climbing to the bed. 

“You promise nobody else will ever see these?”

“You’re joking right, baby? I am the only one who will ever…” His hand came to your breast, teasing it for a moment and taking a picture from this point of view, as he continued speaking, “Get to see THIS but ME.” He promised as you would bite your bottom lip and slip your two fingers between legs suddenly pulled apart. 

“Oh shit…” He fumbled with the camera as you smirked. “Baby-”

“Can’t handle it?” You challenged, throwing your head back and moaning. 

“I knew I should have gotten a video camera instead…” You bit your bottom lip as he stood at the edge of the bed, using only his knee to hint your legs to move wider, but you were stubborn, wanting to exercise dominance. 

“Wider.” He requested with that same cadence as you finally obliged. 

“Jesus Christ…Faster…please baby…” But instead, you would lift your fingers to your lips, moaning to your own taste, before crawling towards him. He would take pictures throughout your motions until you pulled him in to you. 

“My turn…” You pushed him onto his back, straddling him as he grinned wildly. 

‘Off.” You instructed for his shirt as he cocked his jaw before obliging. The sunkissed skin was beneath your secondary hand as your other took a picture of the scene. 

“Off.” You spoke again towards his pants as he would shuffle beneath you, struggling to do so with an effortless descent as you weighed him down. The more humorous and blurry of pictures would be taken now as you chuckled. 

“I want to show you how beautiful you look on your knees baby…”

“You want me on my knees for you, Drew?”

“Always.” He teased, a gentle hand to your cheek driving you to place his fingers into your mouth. 

“Touch me first…” He obeyed, managing to collect the campera in the process and gaining evidence of your vulnerable expressions as you had managed to forget about it while the pleasure of his fingers applied to that most sensitive cavern had you too distracted. 

“Oh Drew…”

“Please baby…knees…Your moaning is enough to make me wanna come…” You obliged, slipping from his waist as you saw his strain, watching him suck you from his fingers before he followed your adjusted angle until he sat close enough to take a picture of you taking him. 

“Eyes to me…this is a goddamn money shot…oh, fuck…” He breathed deeply. 

“Put the camera down, Drew…just let me choke on you.” His eyes rolled closed as he obeyed, setting the camera aside before wrapping both hands through your hair simply for stability as you needed no direction. 

“Yes…YES…” He began to whine as you smirked at how helpless he was with your lips controlling his pleasure. One second faster and you would feel him spill down your throat and one slower you would hear him beg. You knew his body well, just as he knew yours, and it was enough to find the way he pulled you on the bed to be unexpected, and yet a gasp still left your lips. 

“You’re too fucking good at that…” He smacked your ass, taking a picture of the red skin as you turned to face him. 

“Keep looking at me like that. I want you to see when you look at these, just how gorgeous and confident you are…” He spoke while aligning himself to you. 

“THAT moment-When you know how good I’m about to make you feel…When you remember how good it’s gonna be.” You nodded, the camera forgotten as he thrusted, a second hand now alternating from your shoulder to your hip, snapshots taken for every angle, as you climbed to that mutual high. 

“Drew!” You were taken onto your back, hips a point of anchoring for your legs, as he dragged himself between your folds. 

“Ask pretty for me, baby?”

“Please…” You obliged, pouting, another click of the camera gathering further evidence as a series of following captures would hold you in memory of each orgasmic face as you continued that ascent. 

“Shit!”

“DREW! I’m-”

“Me too! Fuck-” He groaned. But through the rush of his high, he still managed to get that shot he set out to begin with. The one that showered your back into an arch and your mouth parted wide, eyes screwed shut, and the perfect sheen of perspiration taken by the light of the dimly lit atmosphere. 

And in the final moment, you would take the last picture, which had been of his prideful grin, a heaving chest, and lust blown eyes all worn beneath hair damp from sweat. 

“Absolutely going to be our next Christmas Card-”

“You do that and those pictures will be the only evidence you had a-” He threw his hands up. 

“Okay…just for me then.”

“Us.” You reminded as he nodded.

“Us.” He finalized with a kiss. 

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[cherryskyies]

Hey! Can you maybe do a grabber x reader where they get into an argument cause he accuses her of flirting with the neighbor or someone else and they argue a lot and don't talk for a while but he eventually tries to make up with reader cause he feels bad? 😬🫢

Bite the hand that feeds you

reader is not a total pussy in this tysn

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You were just being kind, making small talk with one of the newer neighbors; his name is Matt you learned, early 40’s working at the local hardware store as an assistant manager. He was fairly kind, a bit vulgar for your taste — his eyes never leaving your form as he called the women your age whores. 

Albert had watched the entire exchange from the kitchen window, displeased with your warm smiles and gentle touches when he made you laugh. You should have been quick to notice the man's advancements, he was openly flirting with you and you made no attempt to stop it. 

“Alright, I hate to cut the conversation short,” you apologize, brushing loose strands of hair out of your face. “But my boyfriend got home not too long ago and I need to finish dinner.” 

Matt seems disappointed, but brushes it off. “We should get together soon for dinner if your boyfriend doesn’t mind.” The way he says it makes your head tilt, tone indicating you’re somehow owned by the man in the house. “See you around,” Matt says, taking off towards his house with a wave. 

When you enter the house, you don’t even notice the upset face Albert has, too worried you may have burnt the casserole in the oven. “Honey, did you take the casserole out?” you ask, surprised to see the oven empty, only to look up and see it on the table. “Thanks, I got caught up in conversation with our new neighbor. His name is Matt, I think we sho-”

Heavy footsteps make their way across the tile floor, Albert has a deep frown etched onto his face and you can’t help but wonder why; until he cuts you off. “Maybe if you weren’t so busy eye-fucking another man you wouldn’t have to worry about burning dinner.” He starts, brows furrowing as he watches you stand, shutting the oven and turning it off. “Go ahead, invite him to dinner so you can flirt in front of me.”

In hindsight, your next words were pretty stupid, but you couldn’t help the snarky response that slipped. “Maybe I will, bet he likes casserole,” you grumble, angrily reaching for two clean plates from the dishwasher before you stop, a smile pulling at your lips. “Should I invite him now? Or should I wait until you leave for work tomorrow, save us some privacy so we can really eye-fuck. Is that what you want, Albert?”

You aren’t being serious, Albert knows how you like to push his buttons, but he is in the wrong headspace for your jokes and he wants nothing more than to kill that fucking Matt guy. “Do it,” he taunts, cornering you. “See if I care, I’ll just lock your pretty ass back in the basement, dove.” Albert would never, but the threat sounds sincere enough that he watches the defiant look in your eyes change to one of submission — you look so beautiful when you’re scared. 

He thinks he’s won, until you give him the silent treatment and don’t come to bed with him, choosing to take the couch with a thin sheet and crappy throw pillow; but he lets it go. You’ll come back to him, he’s trained you not to bite the hand that feeds you and you’re a good pet, but dogs are often more stubborn than credited and you’ll be damned if you crawl back to him after that.

The next three days have been as follows: you ignore him, cook enough dinner to feed yourself, and sleep. 

It’s driving him nuts – you should be begging for forgiveness by now, but you seem more than happy with the current circumstances. This is where Albert starts to think he might have really fucked up.

I think it would take a lot for Albert to finally apologize, preferring to wait out your childish games and make you jealous.

But if he can see that his words and actions are heavily affecting you, he will put his ego aside, hold you tight, and whisper sweet nothings amongst apologies until you fall asleep.

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[semisgroupie]

part one: the most beautiful thing i have ever seen

vampire!choso x fem.reader

wc: 10.4k

warnings: death (minor character deaths), blood (consumption), unprotected sex, creampie, choking (non sexual), death threats, oral sex (f!receiving), monsterfucking (since choso is a vampire), virginity, reader is a virgin, age gap (here choso is more than 100 years old), description of a dead body (very brief), choso is very soft and gentle with reader, reader wears a dress, heels and a corset, slight angst, mention of illnesses (to be historically accurate), lots of talk about God, brief mention of satosugu

note: all flashbacks/events in the past are italicized

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Two men sat in the empty space of the large room. Expensive art and furniture was carefully placed to fill some void of the emptiness. A large coffee table sat between the two men, on top there were two mugs, a pile of magazines and a laptop.

“Okay, is there anything you need before we start?” The question was asked by the blonde man at one end of the table, his back was pressed against the cushions of the velvet couch, crows feet decorated the corners of his eyes and wrinkles were deep set on his face.

“No thank you, I had a feeding earlier so I’m full for now.” Now, the raven haired man spoke. He looked no older than 24, his dark hair was tied back loosely and some stray hairs shaped his face, his eyes were dark and empty, his lips were downturned to a small frown.

“It feels cold here,” the blonde placed his hands in his lap, looking around the room. All the windows were covered with blackout shades, no traces of sunlight entered the room and if it weren’t for the lamps and interior lights the room would have been pitch black.

“Do you want me to turn up the heat? The weather is changing, you should have brought something warmer to wear.” The darker haired male stood and just before he could take his first step the blonde male interjected. “No, not physically cold. How can I put this?”

“Just spit it out Kento, you won’t hurt my feelings by being honest. I prefer your honesty more than anything.” Kento nodded and tapped his finger against his chin, trying to find the right words. “It’s funny, I’m a novelist and I can’t even find the right words to put together. What I mean is this room, this entire penthouse is cold. There’s no joy, no warmth, it just feels like a space being put together for the sole purpose of habitation. It’s just a space but not a home.”

The raven haired male chuckled softly and nodded. “You’re not wrong, this place isn’t a home. It was never meant to be a home, I mean I tried to make it as such but seems like I failed with that. But without her, this space will never be a home. Only she could bring the warmth that’s needed, for I can never do that by myself. But, I’ll get more into that once we begin.”

“Fine, let’s start,” the blonde reached into his jacket that was splayed across the arm of the couch and pulled out a tape recorder. He hit the record button and held it to his mouth, “it is September 28th, the year is 2002. My name is Nanami Kento and I am here with,” he leaned in and set the tape recorder on the table, somewhat towards the middle point between them. “Go on and introduce yourself.”

The raven haired male brushed some hairs from his face and crossed one of his legs over the other, “my name is Choso Kamo.”

Nanami chuckled and shook his head, “a man of few words, you haven’t changed much over the years, Choso.” He smiled softly and gripped his mug, taking a sip of the contents inside, “what are you and how old are you?”

“I’m a little over 200 years old, 220 years old to be exact, and I am a vampire. Now, what I will say may seem made up, believe what you want because it is not my job to make you believe me. What my job is, is to tell you my story and since we are good friends, I will tell you every single detail. Don’t worry about me being offended if you need to research anything during our session, I understand so feel free to fact check while I’m here.”

“Thank you for that, so when you’re ready you can start from the beginning. Some of your life before you turned, or when you were turned, just let it all out. The mic is yours.”

Choso nodded and brought his mug to his lips, wetting them before setting it back down. “I was born in the year 1782, in a modest town. I was raised by my mother with a heart of gold and my father who was complete scum. She was always too good for him and deep down she knew it too but would never admit it. You know, when he died I didn’t shed a single tear. I was only 5 years old and not one tear fell from my eyes, my siblings were too young to remember him and it was good that they didn’t. I wouldn’t want them to remember someone like him.” He shook his head at the memory, not wanting to dwell on it further he decided to move on.

“I’m the oldest of four, two brothers and one sister. I think I did a good job as a big brother, I protected them as much as I could and became a father figure to them. I cherished them more than life itself and I still do. I so badly wanted to change them, I wanted to prevent the suffering and impending doom of old age but I could not give this curse to them, it had to be a cross I had to bear on my own. My youngest brother was the one who clutched onto me the most, Yuuji.” A small smile graced his face for barely a second before it fell back to a frown. “He had the brightest eyes and the brightest smile I had ever seen. When he smiled it was brighter than the sun, moon and stars combined. I envied him for that, it was selfish but I couldn’t help it. I had always thought, ‘why wasn’t I gifted with a smile like his? Why couldn’t I be like Yuuji?’ It just wasn’t in the cards for me and that was something I had to, and still, live with to this day.”

He pulled the elastic that held his hair together and let the dark strands fall into their own place. “It pained me the most to see him die, I think I had never cried that much before in my life. I miss him dearly, I still carry a note from him in my wallet. It’s written messily and the paper is on its last leg but I can’t pull myself to part from it. I guess I need it with me, it’s kind of like having him by my side.” He shifts a bit to pull his wallet from his back pocket and opens the black leather up to show the paper, stained from age and wrinkled beyond belief. The words are barely legible due to the messy handwriting and the smudged letters but Kento could make it, “Choso, I thank God every single day that you’re my big brother. I love you — Yuuji.” Kento sat back into place after reading the content of the note aloud, it was like the room grew even colder once the last syllable was spoken. Choso’s face downturned even more as he closed his wallet and put it away.

“But, let me get back to the story before I make this even more depressing,” he sighed and combed his fingers through his hair. “Where was I?” He tapped his finger against the arm of the loveseat he sat on. “Ah, my siblings. So, back home I found and picked up whatever work I could find. Both ethical and not but as long as it meant I was bringing money back home, then I did whatever it took. I never wanted my family to deal with the burden of going hungry, something that many people in my town dealt with. I mean at that time everyone was struggling so I’m not here to make my life sound like a pity story, it’s anything but that. I don’t want or deserve any pity, I just want to share my story.”

He took another sip of the contents inside his mug and set it down. “I had just turned 24 when I was turned into this. It was late and it was a warm Saturday evening. I was with a young girl, who everyone called the town whore, I believe her name was Selene. They said that you could give her a coin off the ground and she would sleep with you. I was a virgin so I was dying to test that theory out, it was wrong of me and it’s sad that only now I could realize that. I wish I could apologize to her for thinking what I thought, to try to make something up to her.” He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “I had taken her out to dinner to be nice and we were walking down a back route back to her home. She lived alone so it would make it easy for me to fuck her without any interruptions but it seemed that the interruption had come before we would even come close to her home. It was a dark path, barely lit by some of the kerosene lamps that were put in front of the homes. She was a few steps ahead of me, leading the way back to her home and I had stopped in my tracks, hearing what sounded like footsteps behind us. When I looked around there was nothing there, or so I thought. She had gone ahead of me, believing I was behind her but I was too distracted by trying to figure out where the sound came from or who it came from. I took a few steps in the direction where I had heard the sound then the next thing I heard was a scream coming behind me, it was quickly cut off and when I turned around Selene was gone. Fear coursed through my veins and I yelled out for her, only to receive no response. I searched for her and then I found her, well her body at least. It wasn’t even that long since I heard the scream but there she was, limp and cold. I kneeled down and my eyes widened at the sight, her skin was extremely pale, her body was drained of its blood to the very last drop. I got up, I needed to get help, I needed to do something but the second my eyes moved from her lifeless body all thoughts left me. I saw him, blood dripped from his chin — let me correct that, Selene’s blood dripped from his chin and he looked at me with a proud smile on his face. Every nerve and synapse in my body screamed at me to run, to get away from him or to just do something but I just couldn’t.”

He shook his head as he recounted the story and Kento leaned in, “if it’s too much for you to recount then we can just move on. You don’t have to relive everything.”

He shook his head and tied his hair back up. “No, it’s not that. It’s just that, that moment was the first time I felt what true fear was like. I have been scared before by minor things but fear is a paralyzing agent, it swarms you and surrounds you like you’re wearing a straitjacket. So I just stood there, waiting for his next move. I couldn’t even ball my fists up to try to defend myself against this monster. I suddenly felt his hand wrap around my neck and squeeze with the force of a hundred men. The oxygen slipped through my lungs fairly quickly then darkness consumed me. When I woke up I was in a tight space, I felt around me and all I felt was fabric. I banged on what I presumed was the roof and after a few hits it opened. I crawled out of the space and once my eyes adjusted to the light I screamed. I was in a coffin and to the left of me was another coffin. I didn’t even know how I got there but I needed to get out. I got to my feet and stumbled out of the room, I went down the stairs and there he sat.”

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Heavy footsteps padded the floor, they were frantic just like he was in the moment. He moved through the unfamiliar surroundings with surprising ease, like he had done this a million times already. Finally he made it down the long flight of steps, seeing the back of a chair and a mess of blue hair. The same mess of blue hair he saw just before he had gone unconscious. Without even turning around, the male sitting down spoke.

“You’re finally awake, you had quite a feeding. I thought I wouldn’t be able to gather enough bodies for you.”

Choso’s chest tightened and the unknown male stood from the chair he sat upon. “I should introduce myself, I’m Mahito, your creator.” Mahito took a few steps closer to Choso and with every step forward, Choso took a step back until he hit the nearest wall.

“What are you talking about? Creator? What is that supposed to mean?”

Mahito chuckled and in a flash he was face to face with Choso, he grabbed Choso’s hand and brought it to his neck. Choso’s eyes widened when he felt two bumps and he snatched his hand away. “What the fuck is that? Give me a mirror, now.”

Mahito shrugged and grabbed a handheld mirror, turning it so Choso could see himself in the small glass.

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“I couldn’t recognize myself, blood stained my face and clothes and there were these two puncture marks on my neck, right at my jugular. If I was holding the mirror then it surely would have fallen to the ground. I was mortified and furious without really knowing the true extent of what this man did to me. I looked like a monster and I didn’t know if I wanted to scream, run, cry or end up doing all three but instead I just stood there, frozen once again. No word could form, my mouth went dry, I couldn’t do a thing. So he just spoke for me, explaining what he did to me and all I could really process was I was made into a killing machine, all to fill an appetite that would never be satiated. He told me that I fed off of 5 people before I passed out, I was in a frenzy. A gluttonous, blood-lust frenzy.” Choso adjusted his position in his seat, a small look of shame panning along his face before it went back to its usual expression. “I hated that I couldn’t remember a thing, I hated that I had killed people but the thing I hated most was the blue headed freak in front of me. I wanted to kill him on the spot but instead I just listened to him as he spoke.”

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“You need to embrace this new life, Choso, you need to embrace this gift I have given you. You’re immortal! And so what if it just costs a few lives here and there?”

Choso scoffed and an expression of disgust graced his features, “I’m not killing people. I’m not embracing this bullshit you call a gift, I don’t want to live forever! I don’t want this.” Suddenly the weight of the word ‘immortality’ hit him. “What about my family? My plan was to grow old with them. I wanted to stay with them until I breathed my last breath.”

Mahito laughed and it made Choso grow furious. “This isn’t a fucking joke! What’s so funny?”

“You’re still so naive, it’s adorable. Your family will still be mortals, they’ll grow old and gray while you’ll look like you’re sipping from the fountain of youth on a daily basis. This is a gift, Choso. You won’t grow old, you won’t have to worry about the weakening of your body that comes with age, you won’t have to worry about your mind going feeble, you won’t have to worry about a single thing. It’s not bullshit, I have given you what other men would kill for. You should be thanking me, you should be praising me like I am your new god, since that is what I am. I have defied all odds known to mankind and now you will join me. So be a good boy and keep listening to me.” One of Mahito’s hands lifted and patted Choso’s cheek condescendingly, like he was petting a fucking dog. Choso pushed the blue haired male’s hand away, his eyes narrowing at him.

“Fuck you. I will never thank you, every single day I live like this will lead to nothing more than a growing pit of hatred. I will outwit you one day and I will kill you, only then would I be satisfied with what you have changed me into.”

Mahito laughed even harder and before Choso could process his movements, Mahito’s hand wrapped around Choso’s neck, squeezing down even tighter than before. “I could snap your neck, boy. You talk too much, that’s what the problem is with people your age. You’ll yap yap yap and then when someone reacts the way you least expect then you get that stupid saucer eyed look on your face. Go on then, try to break from this grasp and kill me.” After a few moments of squirming and trying to fight back Mahito scoffed and shook his head. “So, like I said before, keep your fucking mouth shut and let me speak. You will listen to every single word I say and that is all, if you have questions you will save them until I’m done.” With that he let go of Choso’s neck and moved back to the seat he was previously occupying.

Choso greedily sucked in air, he wanted to retort and say something clever but he knew anything but obeying Mahito would be futile. So, he just sat down across from him, relaxing against the fabric.

“So you can listen and obey, that’s good I’d hate to hurt you.” Mahito crossed one leg over the other and placed his hands on the arm of his chair. “You cannot go out during the day, the sun will be your worst enemy. If you go out during the day then you will burn, like a match to a flame. You can visit your family at night and you need to come back here before dawn. When you feed or have the desire to feed, you need to bring them back here so I can cremate the body, I’m not dealing with police over a few missing people. So now you’re probably wondering why I chose you, I’ll indulge you in that.” He uncrossed his legs and leaned close to Choso. “You’ve intrigued me, Choso. I’ve been alive for over 400 years and I’ve only been this intrigued by two others. Sadly, I had to get rid of them but I don’t think I’ll need to do that with you. You’re already vastly different than they were, so I’m sure you won’t face the same fate they met.”

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“I didn’t need any clarification of what he meant by whatever fate they met. I knew that he killed them, it was just an ominous aura that filled the air. It sent a chill down my spine, the paralyzing agent of fear threatened to fill my nerves but I somehow found a way to push it aside. I was by Mahito’s side for close to one hundred years, he taught me everything I know now but I did go to visit my family at night, they were so surprised when they saw me for the first time since I turned. They thought I was dead.”

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“Choso is home!” Yuuji’s high-pitched voice echoed through the small house. His little feet pat against the floor as he ran to his older brother, jumping into the dark haired male’s arms. The sound of more footsteps followed after, each of his siblings ran to hug him while their mother stood in the doorway. Once Choso pulled away from his siblings to look at her, the tears that were threatening to spill from her eyes finally fell.

“Mom, don’t cry.” He walked over and pulled the frail woman to his chest, hugging her like that would be the last time he would be able to hold her so close. She shook her head and held onto him tightly, her sobs racked through her but were muffled by his chest.

“I thought you were dead. The police found Selene’s body and when we told them that you were with her they didn’t even bother to look for you. They just said we should buy a burial plot and bury an empty casket in your memory. What happened? Why were you gone for so long?”

His mother barraged him with questions but he couldn’t answer them, well not truthfully at least. Every question she asked was answered with an already prepared answer, it was like Mahito could read into the future and predict what she was going to ask him. Maybe this was the same procedure he went through with the two people he changed before. He spent the rest of the night holding his family close, enjoying the warmth of their bodies while trying to find something to distract him from the pounding in his head that matched their heartbeats. He could never feed off of his family but he didn’t know if this animalistic instinct within him would make him turn the people he loved most into prey.

Once they were sound asleep he escaped into the darkness of the night, making a silent promise to return every night to see them. He couldn’t leave them behind, he just couldn’t, they were his motivation to try to contain some form of his humanity.

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“Within that year my mother died, she was sick but she didn’t tell any of us since she didn’t want us to worry. My siblings went into the care of my aunt, she was a wealthy woman and she took them in like they were own children. If angels existed then she would have been one of them. I watched my siblings grow up and when they grew older while I didn’t. Which led to suspicions and rumors. So, my visits lessened over the years but I still saw them. I viewed everything from the shadows, I saw all my siblings get married, I saw all the beautiful nieces and nephews they gave me. I only stayed close to Yuuji but I knew he was suspicious of my lack of aging. While he grew gray hairs I stayed with a headful of black hair, he grew wrinkles on his face and there was not a single blemish on mine, he never questioned me. With the joys of life there were also the pitfalls into the abyss. My sister died first, smallpox was the cause of her death. She was only 40, there was so much life ahead of her but it was taken away from her. Then it was my brother, her twin who died next. His cause of death was scarlet fever, he was only 55. Then came the day that I dreaded most, the day Yuuji died.”

He took in a deep breath and Kento looked up at him, over the rims of his glasses. “Take your time, I know this is going to be difficult for you. If you’d like we can take a break, you can gather yourself and then we’ll continue.”

Choso nodded and Kento stopped the recording. “Thank you Kento.”

“There’s no need to thank me, you’re a friend and I’m not going to force you to speak when you’re not ready.”

It was only a 10-minute break, giving Kento time to use the bathroom and refill his drink while Choso stood by one of the many bookshelves in the penthouse. He wasn’t looking for a book in particular, he just needed to try to distract himself momentarily. After the 10 minutes had passed, both males returned to their seats. Choso gave a curt nod to Kento to signal he was ready and the recording was started again.

“Yuuji died of old age, the bastard even died with a smile on his face. I was at his bedside the entire time, holding his hand. It killed me to see him like that, I should’ve been in his place, he should’ve been the one that was given the chance to see me get old. On his deathbed he finally asked what I did to keep looking young and I told him the truth. He just laughed it off and that was when he took his final breath. He died laughing, something he always did.” Choso lifted one of his hands to wipe at his eyes, Kento’s eyes widened slightly to see the tears that escaped his eyes weren’t like water but they were tears of blood. “That day was one of the days I cried the most. I held his body close to me and wailed like a baby, my heart had shattered. I was alone, I had no family, my nieces and nephews knew nothing about me. Even Mahito had left the day Yuuji died. I went back to the home we shared and I saw the note atop my coffin. After I had read it I ripped it to shreds so I cannot tell you the exact details. I believe that he had stated that he needed to move on, I believe he had found a lover or someone that intrigued him more than I did. The thing that’s odd is while I hated him, I missed his presence, I missed hearing his hearty laughter, I missed his little tantrums whenever he lost at a game of chess. I missed him. The anger and hatred turned into longing and even now I still think of him from time to time. I hope he’s okay, hopefully he’s still alive but if he’s not then may God be pleased with his soul. To pass the time I would just wander around at night and find the worst of the worst to feed upon, men who I knew were abusive to their family, drunkards that harassed women, whatever would make me feel better about killing.”

Choso checked the watch on his wrist and clasped his hands together. “Are you hungry? It’s getting pretty late and knowing you, I’m sure you’ve only had one meal today.”

Kento paused the tape again and nodded, “you actually cook? No offense but the last time you made a meal, you almost burned everything down.”

Both men chuckled and Choso shook his head, “there’s no need for me to cook or to hone in my cooking skills. There is a perk to living in a city like this one.” He stood and took out a handful of takeout menus, “here, take your pick and it’ll be my treat, for old time’s sake.”

After 30 minutes both men were sitting at Choso’s dining room table, in front of Kento sat his meal and in front of Choso sat a bowl of blood. “What’s going on in your life Kento? How’s your lady?”

Kento chuckled and held up his left hand, a wedding band on his ring finger. “We’re still in our honeymoon stage, you know, still lovey dovey, can’t keep our hands off each other, everything is just perfect. We got married almost 6 months ago, I would’ve invited you but it was in the middle of the day, I can’t imagine how difficult it would’ve been to explain why you’re burning up.”

Choso nodded and shook his head, sipping the blood off the spoon he held in his hand. “No worries, I’m glad to see you all settled down, happy. I wouldn’t wish for anything more for you Kento, you’re a good guy and I told you this when we first met 20 years ago, you deserve to be happy and have love in your life.”

The men continued to chat until they finished their meals, “okay, since we’re done eating, we could finish up the session for today. Unless you have anything else you want to say.”

“Yeah, I don’t want to end today’s session with just talking about Mahito. I want to talk about her, well if I were to say everything then we’d be here all month long but I want to talk about the first time I saw her.”

Kento nodded and stood up to throw his garbage away and both men went back to their original seats. “Whenever you’re ready.” Kento leaned forward and pressed record again before settling back.

“The year was 1899, I moved from my little town to one of the bigger cities that were closeby. At the time I was a tailor, when I was younger I learned how to sew and stitch things together from my mom and would often adjust my siblings' clothes so it just turned into a profession. A lot of the people that came into my little shop were wealthy and I was invited to one of the biggest celebrations in the city. It was a party to celebrate the end of the century and if only I knew then what I know now, that party would lead to another life changing moment.”

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You sat in front of your mirror while your mother styled your hair. “Do I have to attend this party? It’s just another year, there’s nothing that special about it.” Your comment earned you a flick to your ear and a glare from your mother through the mirror.

“Don’t say things like that Y/N. As my daughter, you need to show face to this event and Satoru will be there.” You rolled your eyes and quickly lifted your hands to cover your ears when she went to flick them.

Satoru had been your friend since you two were babies and from that moment your parents tried to arrange a marriage between you two. You loved Satoru but only as a brother, plus his heart belonged to another, a young man that apprenticed under the local carpenter. Their relationship would be frowned upon by everyone so they had to see each other in secret. It pained you to see them keep their love hidden but there was nothing you could do.

“I know Satoru will be there but I’m not going there for him. I’m only going so you won’t rip my ears off.”

The hours flew by quickly and before you knew it your carriage pulled in front of the Astor’s home, a lavish mansion. Music poured through the open windows and doors and you could hear laughter erupting from the inside. You walked inside with your mother and she instantly parted from you once you two crossed the threshold of the mansion. You looked around and saw Satoru waving his arm, his lover standing next to him. Your heels clicked along the floor as you approached them and Satoru wrapped an arm around you. “Don’t look so pitiful already, you just got here. Put a smile on your face and enjoy the night! Who knows, you might find the perfect suitor.”

You rolled your eyes and jabbed your elbow into his ribs, making him whimper in pain. “I’m only here because my dear mother dragged me here. You sound just like her too, it makes me sick.”

Satoru’s eyes widened and his lover’s hand was placed gently on his shoulder. “You know she’s independent, I’d be surprised if she ever gets married.”

You looked over and narrowed your eyes at the dark haired male. “Shut it Suguru. Anyways, don’t you two have something to do? Like busying yourselves instead of bothering me?”

They laughed and after a few drinks they did exactly that. You leaned against the wall and watched as everyone danced the night away. You sipped the rest of the contents in the glass you had and looked around to see if there were any servants around.

“Looking for this?” You jumped at the voice and quickly turned to face who owned it. Your eyes scanned up his body and slightly widened when you made eye contact with him, a soft smile was on his lips and he held out one of the glasses in his hands. You set your empty glass on a table and you took it from him.

“Thank you Mr.—”

“Please just call me Choso, there’s no need for formalities.” You nodded and repeated his name before taking a sip of your drink. “I’m Y/N.”

You stuck your hand out to him and he took your hand in his and gingerly pressed a kiss to your knuckles. Heat bloomed in your face at the small gesture and you slowly pulled your hand away. He was insanely attractive, his dark hair was pushed back slightly but some hairs framed his face, his eyes were piercing like they were seeping into your soul, his lips were the perfect shade of reddish-pink, his cheekbones and jaw looked like they were chiseled by the gods. You had to force yourself to look away or you would’ve spent the rest of the night staring at him.

“Do you go to celebrations like these often?” He leaned in a bit to your ear as the crowd of people dancing grew louder and the closeness only flustered you further.

“Only because my mother drags me here, she’s the one in the red dress dancing with the governor.” You lifted your hand and pointed in the direction of your mother, dancing a bit too close to the governor. He chuckled and nodded. “Did you get dragged here by anyone?”

You looked up at him and your breath got caught in your throat at the closeness, you pressed yourself against the wall more but it didn’t change how close you two were. “No, I was invited by the hosts of the party. I’m their tailor so as a thanks I was invited.”

He looked down at you and another smile graced his lips, “sorry darling, I didn’t realize how close I was.” He pulled back a bit and you wanted to pull him even closer.

After a few minutes of small talk, he learned you had recently turned 23, had no siblings, and learned about your mother’s mission in finding a man for you.

“Well, do you think a dance would shut her up?”

Your eyebrows furrowed a bit at his question and he took your hand in his, walking with you to the dance floor. “I’m asking for a dance.”

The heat rose to your cheeks and remained there as he pulled you close to him, one of his hands firmly grasped yours and the other was placed gingerly on your hip. He led you as the music played but it served as background noise, the pounding of your heart taking the mainstage in your eardrums. You had never felt this way with a man before but something about him was just alluring. He told you about some of his life but he still had the mysterious aura surrounding him. You wanted to know him, you wanted to spill all your secrets so you could make room for whatever secrets he held. The mysterious tailor began stitching your heart to his.

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“I know the concept of falling in love at first sight might seem like a myth but when I saw her I felt our souls begin to intertwine in a dance of love. Call me cheesy but that’s how she makes me feel, even now after all these years this stupid lovesick smile finds its way on my face. I guess that’s the power of love. A power that supersedes anything and everything.”

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As the song came to an end, he moved his hand up from your hip to the middle of your back and dipped you back. A light giggle fell from your lips and it was as if the invisible string between you two was pulled. He licked his lips and closed the distance between you two and placed his lips against yours. You easily melted in the kiss and you held onto him tighter. He pulled you back up while your lips were still interlocked and only then he broke the kiss. Every nerve in your body tingled and your heart thumped in your chest even harder. Your eyes bore into his and you found yourself leaning in for another kiss, which he granted.

His lips were soft and molded into yours as if they were meant to be there. He pulled you closer to him and only pulled away from you when there was an obnoxiously loud comment from a guest nearby, “get a room!” He chuckled and took one of your hands in his, “what do you say? I’m sure there’s a spare room around here.” Words failed to leave your throat and all you could do was nod. “Perfect.”

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“I felt excited and nervous as we started ascending the stairs, like I was a fucking virgin again. Before her I had indulged in sins of the flesh, a sinful dance filled with heavy breaths and pants with beautiful women before I turned them into my meal but I had never felt nervous. With them it was just nature acting but with Y/N, I had this unknown pressure on my shoulders. Can you believe it? Someone like me, a man who has killed others, wass nervous about taking a girl to a private room. With every single step I took, it was like more butterflies filled my stomach, I couldn’t even imagine how she felt.”

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You followed him up the stairs to the top floor, your body vibrated with excitement and nerves. Once you two were away from the steps and he started looking for an empty room. Just as he jiggled the fourth doorknob to check if it was occupied you saw the hosts of the party from the corner of your eye. Mr. Astor approached you two with a drunken smile on his face while Mrs. Astor giggled.

“You two looking for a room?”

Choso quickly looked over with wide eyes, ready to apologize for something he hasn’t even done yet but Mr. Astor beat him to it. “Don’t apologize, you’re young, you’re supposed to have fun at parties. Here,” he dug a key out of his pocket and placed it in your hand. “This is the key to the second biggest bedroom here, not even our family sleeps there when they come over. Enjoy yourselves and don’t worry about being loud.” He winked at you both and walked with Mrs. Astor down the stairs.

You looked down at the key in your hand then up at Choso, just as you were about to open your mouth you heard the footsteps approach you two again. Mrs. Astor rested her hand on your shoulder and pointed to the other end of the hall. “Sorry, James forgot to tell you where the room is. Just go down the hall and it’s at the end of the pathway. Have fun, the night is long!” She pressed a kiss to your cheek and went back down the stairs to her awaiting husband. Your attention went back to the key then back to Choso. You two stood there for a few moments and you broke the silence.

“Should we go?” He leaned in and cupped your face to pull you in for another kiss, it took your breath away in an instant and it gave you the answer you were searching for without him saying a word. He pulled away and started leading you down the hall, you clutched his hand tighter as the distance between you and the door grew shorter. The reality of what would happen once you two were inside the room hit you all at once. You were consumed by your thoughts and didn’t even realize you two were standing in front of the door.

“Y/N? I need the key to open the door.” You nodded and handed him the key, a wave of embarrassment washing over you. He quickly got the door unlocked and walked with you inside. You looked around the room while he locked the door and then felt his arms loosely wrap around your middle. “Talk to me, if you want to leave or if you want to change your mind just tell me and I’ll understand.”

You turned around in his hold and looked up at him, meeting his warm eyes and soft smile. You felt like you wanted to pour your heart to him, let him know every doubt that weighed on your mind about not just this situation but about everything. “I’ve never been intimate with someone before.” You expected him to be shocked, to pull himself away from you so he could find someone else more experienced but he just stood there, even holding you tighter.

“That’s okay, beautiful. I would love to be the first person you’re intimate with. Let’s just take this slow and then we can see what you’re most comfortable with doing. I only want you to be comfortable and I want you to enjoy this.” With that he leaned in closer to close the distance between you both and captured your lips in his. He moved slowly, as if he was trying to memorize the feeling of your lips against his. You two stood in the middle of the room, kissing, and his hands remained on your waist, not moving from their position. You wrapped your arms around his neck and held onto him as your lips danced against each other. The thumping from the music reverberated through the floor you two stood on and he pulled back slightly, “let’s go to the bed, your feet must be hurting in those heels.”

It was only when he brought it up, was when you felt the slight ache in your feet. “Yes please.” He brought you to the bed and lifted your legs on his lap once you were both seated, his hands were gentle and his touches were light as he took off your shoes. He hooked his hand under each ankle and brought them up to his lips to gently press a kiss to your ankles. Your face heat up at the action, no one has ever been that gentle with you, not even the men that were trying to court you, but this stranger was treating you like porcelain. He glanced over at you and pulled you closer to him, making your legs dangle off his lap as he met you in another kiss. The kiss was slow again but you wanted more. You pressed yourself into him more, hoping that it would be enough for him but it wasn’t. He gently squeezed your waist as some sort of warning to slow you down. You did it again but were met with the same reaction. You tried it for the third time but this time he pulled away.

“I want more Choso, please give me more.”

He obliged and pulled you back in without a word, the kiss this time was hungrier, filled with desire and passion that made a fire burn within you. His tongue slid across your bottom lip and his hands moved to your hips, squeezing it a bit harder to make you gasp, taking advantage of it when you did. His tongue entered your mouth and licked along yours, it was a very foreign feeling but it made your mind cloudy nonetheless. His tongue continued to explore your mouth and your hands clutched at his shirt tightly, he was skilled with his mouth beyond belief and just kissing him made you feel like you were on cloud nine.

He broke the kiss so you two could catch your breath and one of his hands wandered up to the back of your corset. “May I take this off you? I can’t imagine how uncomfortable it must be.” You nodded and he stood up to move behind you, his fingers carefully undid the knots and ties then tossed it to the side. He leaned in and kissed your neck, a breathy whimper fell from your lips as he kissed along the expanse of it and a breathy moan fell from your lips when you felt his teeth graze the sensitive skin. You were too blissed out to notice how sharp his canines became, how his eyes changed to a glowing burgundy showing his bloodlust. He moved back and tried to calm himself and had to think of what he could do to make sure you didn’t turn around.

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“What could I have said if she turned around? ‘Sorry sweetheart but I’ve been alive for over a hundred years but still look 24. Still want to fuck?’ I didn’t know how she would’ve reacted and I know you’re wondering but no, I didn’t bite her. I’m surprised I was able to control myself so close to her pulse point but I found a way to restrain myself. Maybe it was some unspoken effect she had on me, maybe it was God finally on my side, who knows.”

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He somehow evened his breathing and his fingers danced along the buttons of your dress. “You can take it off, please take it off.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, you couldn’t speak any louder than that in fear of sounding too desperate. He slowly undid each button and leaned in to kiss down your spine, it sent chills across your body. “You’re so beautiful, absolutely stunning.” Once he reached the last button he lifted his hands and slid the dress off your shoulders only to lower it so he could expose your chest. Your nipples hardened at the exposure and your hands instantly moved to cover yourself but he moved quicker. “Don’t hide from me, you’re too beautiful to be hidden.” He pressed a kiss to each shoulder then moved to sit in front of you.

His eyes widened as he saw your chest exposed to him and the longer he stared, the more you wanted to crawl into a hole. “Choso, please do something.” He chuckled and leaned in to press a chaste kiss to your lips. “I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help myself.” He tilted your chin up and leaned closer to kiss your neck while his hands moved to cup your breasts. His movements were slow and calculated, he kissed along your pulse and gently sucked on the skin while his fingers pinched at your nipples. You arched your back into his touch and rolled your head back. “Choso.” Your moans were breathless but he wanted to hear you more, he was greedy for any possible sounds you’d make.

He moved down and pressed chaste kisses along your collarbones then moved down your chest until he reached your breasts. He focused his attention on one while his fingers absentmindedly teased the other. His tongue was warm and wet against your skin as he licked along your breast, circling around your nipple before he latched on. He started with gentle sucks and your hands flew to the bed, gripping the sheets tightly between your fists to ground yourself. After a few minutes he switched breasts and his eyes were trained on you, watching how your eyes fluttered shut and how your mouth fell open.

It was the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen and he needed more.

He unlatched from your breast and placed his hand on your shoulder, “lay back, I want to make you feel even better.” You nodded and leaned back until your head was against the arrangement of pillows. He pulled down your dress and hooked his fingers under the waistband of your underwear to join your dress until any clothes were off your body. He tossed them to the side so they could join your corset and he laid down between your legs, gently spreading them to make space for his broad shoulders. His mouth watered at the sight of your slick folds, he licked his lips and leaned in close enough to gently blow air on your twitching clit.

“Ah, Choso.” He glanced up at you and a smile grew on his face, the more flustered you got the more beautiful you became to him. Like you were sculpted from God’s hands. He pressed a kiss to your clit and kept his eyes on you as his hands moved to hold your legs apart. “I don’t want you to worry about a thing, I’m here. If it’s too much, just grab my hair.” You nodded and took your bottom lip between your teeth, anticipating his next move. He flattened his tongue and licked along your slit, he repeated the actions a few times and he already felt drunk off your taste. “The sweetest nectar I’ve ever tasted.” He groaned against you and spread your legs more.

You writhed with every flick of his tongue and every suckle on your clit. Your back arched off the bed and one of your hands gripped a handful of his hair while the other held onto the sheets. “Choso, it feels too good. You feel too good.” The feeling of him devouring you was better than anything you could imagine. He was beyond skilled and could easily make you crumble. He slowly dipped his tongue inside you while his nose nuzzled against your clit, your moans of his name turned into cries but all his senses were numb, the taste of you was all he could experience. He didn’t even realize you were cumming until he felt your walls contract around his tongue. He helped you ride out your orgasm and pulled back slowly, his face was coated in a mix of your cum and his saliva.

You panted and he brought his hand down to gently cup your sensitive pussy. “I know, I know it’s very intense. I just got so wrapped up in you I just couldn’t help myself. Are you okay?” You slowly lifted yourself up into an upright position and pulled him close, “I feel amazing, all thanks to you.” You pressed your lips against his and he brought his hands to cup your face, his thumbs caressing your cheeks and he slipped his tongue in your mouth. You gasped against his lips as the taste of yourself flooded your tastebuds. He pulled away and smiled, “do you want to do more?”

“I want you to take my virginity, I want you to be my first.” He pulled you back to him and groaned against your lips, his cock throbbed in his slacks, dying to be let out of its constraints. This time you broke the kiss and peppered kisses along his jaw, your hands moved to the buttons of his shirt as you mimicked his actions from earlier. Every single button you opened was followed by a kiss along his skin, his broad chest was exposed to you and your hands dragged along his abdomen, tracing the defined muscles with your fingers, feeling how they twitched underneath your fingertips. Your hand continued to travel south until you reached his belt, you undid it slowly, giving him time to stop you if he wanted to but he just watched you. He shrugged his shirt off and tossed it to the side to join the pile of your clothes, you tossed his belt then moved to undo his slacks, your hand gently grazed his bulge and he let out a low groan. “Sorry.” You didn’t know what to say at the moment so an apology was what popped into your head first.

He lifted your chin with one of his hands to make eye contact with him and you were met with another one of his warm smiles, “don’t apologize, I enjoy feeling your hands on me. It’s like I’m being grazed with silk, how about I handle the rest of this?” You nodded and he stood, he shimmied off his pants and underwear and your eyes widened at the sight of him in front of you., in all his naked glory. He looked even more handsome than before when he was fully clothed, your breath hitched as your eyes scanned his body, following every bump and ridge until your eyes flickered to his throbbing dick. It easily was one of the largest things you’ve seen and it was just as pretty as Choso.

He stepped closer and leaned in close to you, “we can stop here if you’re nervous, we don’t have to continue. I promise you won’t hurt my feelings. I’m just glad I got to make you feel good.” He pecked your lips gently and once he pulled away, you reached your hand out to try to wrap your hand around his cock. “I want this, I want you Choso. Don’t you want me to feel good? Only you can do that.” His eyes widened and followed your hand, watching how you could barely wrap it around his thick length.

He kissed you again and positioned himself between your legs while he pushed you back against the bed. “I can’t say that this won’t hurt because it will, but I promise to do whatever I can to make sure it doesn’t hurt you too much. If you can’t handle it, let me know and I will stop.” You nodded and spread your legs for him while he spit on his hand and lubed up his cock with it. He glanced over at you as he moved to line up with your entrance and took one of your hands, interlocking your fingers together. “I’m here for you, just squeeze my hand okay? I want to take care of you.”

He moved the head of his cock through your folds to gather some of your wetness on it before he started pushing in. He sucked in a breath as his cock started infiltrating your walls, slowly deflowering you. He slowly pushed until the head of his cock was inside you and the hand that wasn’t held by yours moved down to rub your clit. He rubbed the bundle of nerves gently while his hips remained frozen, only when he noticed you weren’t so tense was when he started moving again.

He repeated the process going inch by inch until he was half way inside you. He moved his hand from your clit to caress your cheek and wipe away the tears that had pooled, “how are you feeling? Do you want me to stop?” Yes, it was painful but you couldn’t let him stop. You needed more, you needed to feel him fully. So you shook your head no. “I don’t want you to stop, I want you to keep going. Please keep going.”

His hand went from your cheek to your clit and started rubbing it again. He continued pushing in slowly until he bottomed out, a small whimper left your lips and he leaned down, his hand still holding yours tightly as he peppered kisses along your face, kissing your tears away each time his lips were near your eyes. “I promise that you won’t cry anymore, this will be the last time I’ll make tears fall from your eyes.”

He continued peppering kisses along your face while you adjusted to him and after a few minutes you were ready. “You can move now Choso. You can move your hips, I’m ready.” He nodded and pressed his lips against yours as he started with shallow thrusts. You whimpered against his lips and his fingers were pressed firmly against your clit. Your free hand moved up to grab his shoulder, lightly digging your nails into the skin which made him groan against your lips. He continued with shallow thrusts, not wanting to overwhelm you unless you were ready for more.

“Choso,” you mumbled against his lips before breaking the kiss, “you can go faster, please go faster.” The pain still lingered but as he started thrusting faster, it soon started to subside until it was completely replaced by pleasure. You thought his mouth was amazing but you didn't know how to describe the feeling of his cock massaging your walls, it was heavenly. His face was centimeters above yours and his dark locks acted as a curtain, covering your blissful expressions from the outside world and saving them for him. “You’re perfect, so beautiful and so perfect. You’re irresistible, thank you. Thank you for letting me be the first to see you like this.” He pressed his forehead against your and moved his hand from your clit to your ass, gripping the flesh tightly as he lifted your hips a little higher.

The slight change in the angle made you gasp and shut your eyes. Your nails dug into his shoulder more as he hit this spot inside you that made your toes curl. “Don’t stop, I feel the tightening in my stomach again! Please don’t stop.” Your words came out between bated breaths and moans of his name. “I’m not stopping beautiful, I’m not gonna stop, I promise.” He kept true to his word, continuing to thrust into you while your walls gripped him tighter and tighter. You held onto him tighter and cried out as the knot within you finally snapped, your eyes shut and your mouth fell open with cries of his name tumbling out. It was like time froze in the moment and his eyes scanned over your features, trying to print them into his brain. If he were to die then this would have to be the last thing he saw to properly die a happy man.

His hips moved on their own, driven by animalistic lust while his mind was distracted by how you looked underneath him. Strands of his dark hair stuck to his sweaty skin and wet plaps of his hips against yours filled the room. “Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum. Fuck!” A guttural groan left him as his cock twitched inside you, he didn’t have enough time to pull out before his cum filled you, painting your insides white. He panted and rested his forehead against yours as he caught his breath, “that…was…perfect.” It was all you could say, any other thought or comment wouldn’t have been sufficient.

You had never dreamt of what it would be like to lose your virginity, you never dreamt of a man sweeping you off your feet but this moment, this man above you was what dreams were made of.

He lifted himself up a bit and slowly pulled out of you before laying beside you. “I didn’t want to crush you.” He chuckled and pulled you in to kiss you, it was a soft kiss, slow and filled with passion. Once it was broken you rested your head on his chest and felt your eyes grow heavy. Your hands were still interlocked and neither of you wanted to sever this tie. It didn’t take long for exhaustion to hit you and once Choso lifted his head to check on you, you were fast asleep. He chuckled and caressed your cheek, “get some rest sweet girl, may this new century be filled with something new for us.”

In the middle of the night Choso slipped from your grip and made his way to his home, to his coffin. He wanted to stay with you and had to fight his instinct to stay with you but he needed to survive. He needed to survive for you.

When you had awoken he was gone, you wandered around the room and found no trace of him. You would’ve thought your night with him was a dream if it wasn’t for the dull throbbing between your legs. As you went back to the bed you found a note on the nightstand that read:

“I’m sorry I had to leave you, it pained me so much to do so but I’d love to see you again. Meet me in the town square by the fountain today after sunset. You don’t need to wear specific attire for anything would look marvelous on you. I hope to see you then. — Choso”

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“I felt something that was foreign to me when I was with her. I was nervous, scared and excited all in one. I knew something was going to change in my life but I wasn’t sure what it would be just yet. I had just spent a few hours with her and I immediately wanted to spend my eternity with her. Sounds quite absurd, I know but my heart was speaking for me in the moment and it led me to her. Maybe I could thank Mahito for changing me, if he didn’t then I don’t think I would’ve met her and I wouldn’t be here today to reflect. I’d like to end our session today with that.”

Kento nodded and stopped the recording then chuckled as he stood and put the recording device away. “Nice way to finish the session, you getting laid.” The men chuckled and Kento adjusted his jacket then made his way to the door with Choso following behind. Once they made it to the door Kento turned with a playful smile on his face, “tell me this before I leave, did she meet you?”

Choso placed his hand around Kento and opened the front door, leading him out. “I’ll tell you in a few weeks, get home safe Kento.”

Kento sighed and walked out the door, “fine, I’ll see you in a few weeks. I’ll tell my wife you said hello.” Choso nodded and waved him off, once his blonde hair was out of sight he shut the door and walked back into the emptiness.

He tidied up a little then made his way to grab a book from the bookshelf, his fingers traced over the cover and a sad smile spread across his face. “This was your favorite book, always read it when we were together.” He held the book to his chest and walked into his bedroom, he looked at the painting by his bedside and wiped at his eyes then laid down, opening the book to where his bookmark was placed and read until he fell asleep.

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oh you thought i was gonna come back with a silco fic? ha-ha sucker here's a ginger twink from a vaguely slavic country beating his meat while you watch him do it

AO3 LINK Pseudo Part Two Found Here (Zhongli PoV)

Childe(Tartaglia)/f!Reader 4,363 Words - NSFW m!Masturbation, mild mentions of sex pollen but not to the point of dubiousness, Voyeurism, Grinding, Wingman Zhongli

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“Admittedly, I didn’t think you’d have allowed yourself to be dosed with their pollen.”

“Didn’t think you had it in you to be cruel, Zhongli.”

A quiet scoff is the only answer Childe receives at first. It’s par for the course, even in a situation like this where he’s so-clearly lost the upper hand and Zhongli is nearly preening with satisfaction. There’s a loose cobble in the road, and Childe conveniently trips over it just enough to nearly push Zhongli off-balance. There is no retaliation. 

Liyue Harbor is pretty at night. The lights of lanterns don’t reflect off the surprisingly clean streets quite the same as they would off of undriven snow, and the red that accentuates the buildings is different from the blue that he’s used to. Despite being almost the complete opposite of what he knows and loves, he's come to find that he doesn’t mind so much. 

Warm yellow lanterns remind him of the warm yellow of a different sort of light. Something deadlier as it swings at him with just short of killing intent. Really, he should have taken it as an insult that you backed off at the last second by pulling your punches and still laying him out. The glint of gold lanterns, gold mora, golden geo energy as it spikes through the ground in a perfect halo around-

“Focus, Childe. We’re nearly there and you can let your mind… wander.”

Wandering isn’t quite what he wants to let his mind do - at least not in the whimsical sense. More like the haunted, yearning, disgusting sort of meandering that leads to one thing. Childe and you, together, preferably horizontal and somewhere secluded-

“Ignore me if you must. Just keep yourself under control.”

Ignoring Zhongli isn’t Childe’s favorite activity, but it is easier to do right now considering the way his knees all but knock together as he walks. It’s the beginning stages, according to an emergency visit to Baizhu only minutes before, but Childe can feel the steady fingers of madness beginning to pick at the already-frayed edges of his psyche. 

It’d be easier to hold it at bay if his nerves weren’t beginning to send him mixed signals, his own clothes brushing against his skin not feeling as benign as they had been just minutess before. If he flutters his eyes closed, leaning on Zhongli as his “savior” leads the way to his temporary lodging, Childe can almost pretend that it’s not folds of fabric but instead fingers that are brushing against him. The hair on his arms prickle over goosebumps as he imagines you-

“Nearly there. If you could at least try to hold it together for a moment longer. Two moments, if you’re feeling generous.”

“My generosity only extends to Mora, I’m afraid.”

“I’ll invoice you later, then.”

Childe isn’t sure he likes it when Zhongli suddenly gains a backbone when they banter. 

The apartments he’s staying in aren’t nondescript by any means. The fact that they’re situated in the same building as Northland Bank, tucked away to the point of privacy, doesn’t lend any credence to denying that this isn’t his home for his time in the country. Zhongli doesn’t have the decency to show impatience as Childe fishes out his key from his pockets. Instead, Zhongli merely watches with raised brows as Childe’s hands shake so badly that it takes three attempts before he can even get the key in the lock. 

It’s stuffy in the apartment. As Childe all but throws himself on one of the cushions in what would be a tearoom if he cared much for Liyue customs, Zhongli steps away to open the windows to allow the salty air of the harbor to waft in at its convenience. Through the haze beginning to creep in at the edges of his vision, Childe can’t even feel the temperature change that comes with the fresh air. 

“Will you be alright?”

“You heard Baizhu. It’ll wear off eventually.”

It’s a pity that “eventually” didn’t come with a timeframe. Metabolism based, Baizhu said. At your body’s convenience, Baizhu said. Wait it out, Baizhu said. Or don’t, Baizhu said. 

Each felt like the swing of a headsman's axe, but the last quip was the one that took his head off. Or don’t, meaning Childe could yank his boots back on and hunt you down with the ferocity he wished he could’ve roused the last time he’d seen you when you’d all but ground him into dust beneath boulders and debris. 

Zhongli looks at him for a long, agonizing handful of seconds. There are wheels turning behind his eyes, that much Childe can still comprehend when his throat feels stuck shut and his eyes feel like they aren’t working in tandem anymore. Two Zhonglis are far worse than one, even on a good day. 

And today is a very bad one. 

Instead of quipping back like Childe fully expected him to, Zhongli instead blows a long breath out through his teeth before nodding once and stepping back toward the door. It doesn’t take more than a few steps before the door shuts and Childe is blissfully alone. He isn’t sure if it’s his imagination, but Childe can almost hear Zhongli’s footsteps growing more and more faint. 

It takes ten minutes before Childe feels solitary enough to let himself snap. 

Fingers that are normally so sure are now fumbling and all but worthless as he works at the fastenings of his coat. It falls in a heap somewhere behind him, and he can barely open his shirt before he’s given up on disrobing in favor of popping the button of his pants clean off. It rolls across the tatami and finds a new home under a piece of furniture elsewhere in the room. Childe couldn’t care less - not while he finally feels some measure of relief as he grabs himself far harder than he would on any normal occasion.

Instead of stroking himself right away, he takes the chance to lean back on a hand and roll his head toward the ceiling. The rafters are high and interlock at angles that are just interesting enough for him to focus on reality rather than the fantasy already scrabbling at his back. The pressure of his fist is enough for now, though flames are licking higher with every second. 

There’d be no waiting this one out, he fears. Not that it’s necessarily a bad thing. Admittedly, it’s not like he hasn’t been going through this same exact motion since he’d stumbled across you the first time. It’s just that there’s a feeling of urgency about it now, rather than the slowness he tends to prefer so he can drag things out. Like the mania that takes over him in battle hasn’t worn off yet. 

Perhaps he could beat you at this. Childe is no casanova - not with how demanding his work schedule can be - but he’s confident enough that he could pin you down and have you screaming something or other. His name, his praises, maybe something a little derogatory just to spice things up. 

“Ha… a handful of pollen from pink Whopperflowers and I’m already thinking with my dick.”

Childe isn’t sure if he’s talking to himself, to you, or to whatever of the many gods might be taking its wrath out on him this time. 

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“You… you’re kidding me, right?”

“Not this time, I’m afraid.”

You’re not sure Zhongli has ever been kidding with you. If he has, his delivery was so deadpan you likely never even clocked it. Even now, as he stands at the door of your room in the harbor’s inn, you can’t help but wonder if he’s pulling your leg. 

Childe needs you for something urgent. If it was for a rematch, you’re certain he wouldn’t have sent Zhongli of all people to do his dirty work. That takes the edge off only slightly. You’d be more relaxed about it if the moon weren’t sitting high in the sky and the clock had likely ticked over into the next day already. 

“Where’s he at? Let's just get this over with.”

Only a few short days ago, your mood would have been entirely the other way. You would have been more than happy to drop everything to see what Childe wanted from you. That was back when you were a blind fool, unknowing of how hard you were being played by the Harbinger. You should’ve known. 

Zhongli is more than forthcoming with Childe’s location - an apartment tucked behind the second level of the Northland Bank. If you weren’t looking for it, you’d miss it entirely. 

“I made sure the door wasn’t locked, so just go right in.”

Something about that feels off, but you don’t question it. Zhongli hadn’t led you astray before, and you’re convinced he wouldn’t do so now. After assuring Zhongli you’d take care of it, you take a moment to write out a note for Paimon so she doesn’t come looking for you. Still clad in your pajamas, you slip on some sandals and an overcoat to hide your state of dress before hurrying off. 

This late at night, no one pays you any mind. It’s for the best - you’re hoping to get this sorted out so you can go back to sleep. Ningguang was expecting you earlier than you would’ve liked tomorrow, and she took a bit more out of you than one would think. There’s not enough preparation in the world to set you up for a conversation with someone like Ningguang and feel as if you’re on equal footing. 

The stairs don’t creak beneath your feet as you climb them. Northland Bank keeps their property in Liyue Harbor in immaculate condition, including maintenance of their attached pathways. It keeps things eerily quiet as you round the corner of the building to the back and pause near one of the open windows a bit too high for you to see into. 

Your name. Childe is calling out for you on your approach, and you wonder where he’s got a lookout for himself to see you coming. You’d been silent. 

The door is unlocked as Zhongli said it would be, and when you enter and shut the door you’re greeted with a single sight that shuts your brain off with the exception of one thought. 

Zhongli set you up. 

Even as the door shuts, he doesn’t even hear you. Not with the blood likely rushing through his ears as he arches into his own hand. His grip looks too-tight, not that you really have any idea on his preference. Maybe he likes it that way, maybe he likes it to hurt-

This time, your name is a whine on Childe’s lips. It cuts off your line of thought so succinctly that you’re left leaning in the doorway for support as you watch him work at himself. It’s undeniably hypnotic, the tempo and the twist of Childe’s wrist, the hiss through his teeth as the head of his dick pops through the tight ring of his index finger and thumb. 

You’re only allowed to marvel for two, maybe three more pumps of his hand before his eyes flutter open and you’re left staring at one another. The whole world is frozen - Childe, you, the harbor outside that still sleeps despite what is happening here. There’s not enough strength in your entire body for you to drag your eyes away from him, and he seems to be in no hurry, either. 

It’s the sound of metal-against-metal in the distance toward the docks, faint but still enough for the two of you to come back to reality and recognize one another. Childe cracks first with a breathy, venom-laced, “Zhongli.”

You nod. It’s an insufficient answer, but that’s all you can give him right now. All you’re allowed. Because you’re no idiot, you know Childe and can recognize the things he’d been doing to you long before you recognized that he was a liar. What you want to give him is your hand instead of your own, your mouth, your body if he wants it. 

Judging by the way he’d been whimpering your name, you’re certain he wants it in at least some capacity. For a night or forever, you can’t quite put your finger on it. Maybe you’d let him be greedy if he was planning on it.

“How much did you-”

“Keep going.”

Your interruption startles you more than it does Childe, but he stares at you like you’re trying to trick him. Never has he looked this suspiciously at you before, and you wonder if this is the expression you were wearing when he approached you at the Golden House with that easy smile and a shrug that said oops.

When he doesn’t, and instead points those blown-out pupils over your shoulder at the door you’d locked, you repeat yourself with more bravado this time, “Keep going, Childe.”

And by the Archons, he does. Slowly at first, one stroke at a time as if gauging your reaction to each one. As you slump against the doorframe, he picks up the pace as he suddenly finds his confidence. Any superiority you might have had is washed away as his bite-swollen lips stretch into a grin.

“Like what you see, girlie?”

Fuck yes, you want to say, but your voice has taken its leave and all you can do is grip the doorway and the front of your coat so tightly that your knuckles are stark against your skin. Your silence is answer enough for him, and it only eggs him further as he backs you into a metaphorical corner. 

“M’gonna warn you once. If you stick around you’re not leaving here tonight. Or tomorrow, depending on how long it takes me to get this out of my system.”

That confuses you. Certainly you hadn’t realized that the vicious blush on his cheeks and ears, the sweat glistening on his chest, the way he’s undressed haphazardly and just enough to get at what he wants… None of those were normal for him. 

Whether he reads your mind or not, Childe answers the unspoken question all the same, “D’you know that pink Whopperflowers have an aphrodisiac pollen? Lucky me, I got a full lungful of it.”

Childe pauses, his face crumpling as he catches a spot that makes him buck into his own hand, pushing with the hand out behind him as if to find leverage to fuck into his fist as hard as he needs. Your nails scrape against the wood of the door frame. 

Catching his breath, panting heavily now as he gets his bearings enough to look you over with intention, Childe elaborates, “So either you stick around and help a guy out, or you get out of here and mind your own business.”

Oh, but doesn’t he realize? This is very much your business. But your confidence has never been strong in these sorts of things, even after centuries. Instead of a verbal answer, you use your body instead by sliding down the doorway to your knees, leaning one shoulder on it heavily and making your intentions known. You aren’t going anywhere.

Childe’s laughter is strained, but no less musical as he spreads his knees wider and leans back further on the hand behind him. The light from the yellow lantern catches on the smooth planes of his chest, showing the perspiration that betrays the false front of cool and collected he’s trying to portray.

“Good girl.”

The breath leaves your lung in one hard punch, nearly a wheeze as Childe laughs giddily. In two words, you’re right where he wants you, and it’s quickly becoming clear that you’ve stepped willingly into a trap with no clear escape. You’re not even looking for one, not with the way Childe all but preens for you as he thrusts up into his palm again. 

Childe doesn’t break eye contact. Not while he pulls his lip between his teeth, not while he breathes a little sigh of pleasure as he rocks against himself, and not even as his eyelids flutter with a threat of rolling in ecstasy. You’re all he’s focused on as you kneel boneless on the tatami, watching enraptured as he displays nearly everything for you. 

“Do you… Do you like what you see? Hm?” At your rather loud swallow around a response, Childe cuts you off at the pass. “C’mere.”

You don’t move, and instead of exasperation, Childe looks desperate.

“Please.”

The amendment is enough for you to gather your strength and reach forward, putting your weight on your hands before beginning to crawl across the floor toward him. It’d be demeaning to prostrate yourself like this if he wasn’t all but begging with his dick in his hand. Every inch closer brings a franticness to his movements, like your proximity itself is bringing him an unseen tension. 

From this close, you can see the bob of his neck as he swallows and asks, “Take your jacket off?” 

And you do, without hesitation until it’s pooled around you like a half-nest around your kneeling legs. Childe is unsatisfied despite his eyes roving across the exposed skin of your arms and shoulders - skin he’s seen with your usual regalia, but not in this context. Never in this context before, where you’re certain his fingers are itching to touch you. 

His dissatisfaction is known when he pushes further, “And your shirt?”

Rather than tugging it over your head, you bring shaking fingers to the straps of your night shirt to slide them down, down, down enough to bring it beneath your breasts. A long breath leaves him as he all but devours you with his eyes, focusing on the steady rise and fall of your chest as he bites down on his lip again. A bead of red wells before he swipes it away with his tongue. 

“Show me more. Lemme see you.”

This is the first time you’ve seen his eyes shine like this - anticipation, excitement, a profound sense of obvious longing. Whether it's the aphrodisiac talking or his own desires, you’re not sure. Selfishly, you hope it’s the latter. If not, perhaps if tonight goes well, you can convince him…

With some maneuvering, you wiggle out of your pants to his trembling excitement. If the way his tempo picks up is any indication, you’re playing right into his hands - and doing it enthusiastically. Nearly nude in front of him, you mirror his position on your knees and let him take you in at his leisure. 

It’s enough for him only momentarily, his greed winning out as he shamelessly begs, “Touch yourself. Show me what I’m doing to you.”

As if he couldn’t see already. But you slide a hand up from where you’d been grippin your knee, traveling up your thigh and parting as you do. Bewitched, Childe leans forward instead of back, hunching over himself as he works faster at the sight of your fingers spreading you open for him to finally see everything. 

“You didn’t notice before?”

It’s the first words you’ve said since this began, and it startles him enough that he nearly jumps out of his skin. Confusion laces his gaze as he flicks his eyes up to yours, and you take pity on him to answer just as you slowly slide your middle finger inside yourself with a shaking breath. 

“The things you do to me without even trying? It’s not like I let you get hits in on me when we fought for fun-”

“What?”

“That… that walk you were doing, that pacing?” You clarify, but not very well. Childe’s frozen, no longer sweeping his fingers across his dick in favor of watching you with a franticness that bounces between your half-lidded gaze and your displayed pussy.

“You’re distracting all the time, Childe. But then you did it on purpose and I-...”

Your palm pressing against your clit cuts off your words in favor of a quiet moan, one that could’ve been Childe’s name or it could’ve been an incoherent noise. It makes no difference in the end because the air shifts and you have a split-second where you’re unsure if you’ve just made a mistake. 

The feeling is fleeting when you realize that the shift is Childe’s eyes growing maniacally wide, a spark that smells like ozone in the air as he realizes what you’ve confessed to. Slowly working at himself is no longer enough, not as his breathing grows frantic and his knuckles grow white with how hard he’s gripping himself. 

One, two, three full seconds pass of this before he’s snaking an arm around your waist to tug you into his lap, slotting your legs around him with an ease you didn’t expect from someone so lithe. The hardness of his cock is searing against you as he bucks his hips up, pressing into your cunt and bumping against your clit in one ragged move. 

Blue eyes seem far darker than usual as his nose brushes your own, closer than he’d ever been before. 

“This whole time… this whole time? All that work to fool you, and I could’ve just fucked you dumb instead?”

Later, you’ll laugh at that thought, but for now all you do is grind yourself down against him rhythmically, an encouragement for him to follow your pattern and rock his hips with you. Childe’s fingers against your hips dig in as he pushes and pulls you, relishing in the friction as his forehead falls to your shoulder.

“Please, please, please-”

“Childe…”

The sweat on his forehead sticks his skin to yours, his mouth finds purchase on your skin between his plea, just beneath your collarbone where his teeth sink in as if he wants to devour you. While the haziness of impending climax creeps closer to you, you realize you’re in no position to deny him that if he chose to consume you whole. 

When you’d fought him, striking blow after blow until he was prone on the ground, he’d made sounds that had bordered on erotic. Like he was ecstatic that you were hurting him. Sounds that come from him now as he uses you to fuck against, as if he’s torturing himself and finding relief all at the same time.

Calling his name, encouraging whatever he wants to do to you, nearly begging for it, you pay no heed to the open windows as you shamelessly reach your end. If your nails digging into his scalp and your fingers pulling his hair bother him, he doesn’t make it known as the moan he makes against your skin sounds like he’s crying rather than releasing against your thighs. 

You cling to one another. Holding his head to your shoulder and relishing in his breath across your chest and soft hair crumpled between your fingers, you note the beating of your heart at a vicious staccato. It’s rapid enough that you’re certain it’s about to give out, yet Childe presses what couldn’t be anything other than a chaste kiss to where he’d been biting you previously. 

Perhaps you’re already dead. Maybe this is some form of afterlife where you get a reward for all the good deeds you find yourself doing for everyone else all the time. Maybe Zhongli sending you here was some godly gift to get you laid. 

The last one seems likely.

Childe grunts quietly with effort as he lifts you, tucking your legs around his waist as he meanders somewhere deeper within his home. Gazing over his shoulder, you watch the walls inch by with his slow footsteps as he brings you down a hallway, around a corner, and into a bedroom. 

No more tatami here. Just a hardwood floor and some basic bedroom furnishings including a bed with sparse blankets. The breath leaves your lungs in sharp laughter as he all unceremoniously tosses you onto said bed, letting you settle as he works to take off his clothing that he’d barely unfastened enough to get the job done. 

Instead of getting comfortable, you roll onto your side and prop your cheek on your hand to watch him move around the room. First to crack the sliding doors to the outside to allow a breeze in, then to toss his rumpled clothes into a basket, then to turn and look at you from over his shoulder. 

The two of you shamelessly ogle one another for far too long. 

“Y’know, I’ve gotta tell you this while I’ve still got a clear head before the pollen kicks in again. I’ve wanted to rock your world since I saw you running down the steps from the millelith and your tits were-”

“Don’t ruin the moment. Please.”

“I’m just saying, it’s not the pollen that’s making me want you. Don’t get it twisted.”

“Can we talk about this later? When you’re not on aphrodisiacs?”

It’s a delay tactic, to keep you from thinking of a situation too heavy for right now. Childe’s smile has lost all of its sinister undertones, instead coming easy enough that your own cracks through and cuts into your cheeks. He almost looks hopeful, and you’re certain that should mean something to you. 

Except there’s a reason the two of you’d been fighting in the Golden House. Just like there was a reason you’d been upset when Zhongli told you to come here, and a reason you had a lingering layer of mistrust beneath the soft hum of your satisfaction. 

The smile falling tells him everything you’re thinking about, but to his credit he doesn’t deflate in the face of it. Instead he saunters across the room just like how he’d paced in the Golden House, like a predator circling its prey, and the glow of your affection turns into a roaring pyre. The latent need for him is something you no longer bother to hide now that it’s been illuminated like this.

As the bed dips at your sides, making way for Childe to crawl up your body, you’re certain that as long as you’re careful and keep your distance, you won’t be caught up by him again. At least, only until morning.

The trap you walked into finally snaps shut.

#childe #tartaglia #genshin impact #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #female reader #my foot got caught in a gopher hole and i'm dragging all 3.3k of you down with me #unless you unfollow which is cool too #but not before you read this #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader

[book-of-baba-fett]

hiiii iris!!! how about softer world #23 for rex and talia?

Leo!! Thanks so much for sending this in. I am so obsessed with the vibes of this. Also sorry it took me long to get to my brain just doesn't cooperate with me. also whoops i made it a lil angsty

warnings: nothing except for some reference to PTSD related dreams

We talk in the dark as we fall asleep, and we are objects in the night sky outside of time. (it is the exact opposite of alone.)

The silence of space always seemed the loudest during the 'night' shift on Republic Navy ships. The ranking clone officers had a preference to be off duty, with younger clones taking over posts, and the Jedi would usually retire for the evening alone, using their solitude to meditate or communicate with Coruscant. For Rex and Talia, it was a rare chance to be in one another's company uninterrupted.

They used Rex's quarters most often; the warmth of his presence always helped Talia unwind after a long day and his own space radiated that comfort. Sometimes she felt most at home in this tiny durasteel room than she ever did in her quarters at the Temple. They had turned the lights off over an hour ago, yet sleep was still evading Rex. The drone of the ventilation systems seemed more grating than usual, an incessant hum that wouldn’t leave him be. He adjusted as well as he could in the bed, already a small space for one person but downright cramped for two, not that either would ever complain about sharing it with one another. Talia’s low breaths tickled the back of his spine as she exhaled, her arm draped loosely over his waist after she had fallen asleep holding him. 

Rex shifted slightly again, trying to find a more forgiving spot on the mattress, but even as he closed his eyes once more his mind was too active; images of holomaps and replays of battles in the days before imprinted in his vision. Rex sighed and slowly rolled over, trying to not jostle the bed much as he turned facing Talia. His efforts to not awake Talia failed as Rex could see her face scrunching in the darkness, her eyes slowly opening as she softly yawned. 

“Can’t sleep again?” She asked groggily, her voice husky. Her hand brushed up and down his back as her eyes found his through the dark, “I can make you some tea to help?”

‘Don’t get up for me,” Rex shook his head, already feeling a pit of guilt for waking her up. “I’ll be fine; just go back to sleep.”

Talia frowned, her eyes still locked on him as she sternly said “You’ve barely slept all week.”

“How would you know if you were sleeping?” Rex retorted with the lightest flick of a smirk.

“I know everything,” Talia deadpanned. Her hand drifted up his side so she could softly cup his cheek. Her voice softened, a hint of worry peaking in, “What’s bothering you?”

“Nothing,” Rex replied when in truth it was everything. But he couldn’t put words to his troubles, not easily and not at this hour. He couldn’t talk about the nightmares that plaqueed him whenever he did manage to fall asleep, ones that placed him back on Umbara, or the mines on Kadavo. Or how his dreams replayed moments in battle, where instead of shots narrowly missing Talia they managed to hit her. No, Rex couldn’t let her worry. He knew Talia saw right through him, and he knew if she were more awake she would remind him how bad of a liar he was. Instead she stared at Rex in that way that made him think she was reading his mind, even with all the times she assured she wasn’t, that that wasn’t how it worked. Still, Talia read him better than any book, knew what each subtle expression on his face meant, could hear the tone behind every sigh or long exhale. 

Her knuckles softly grazed along the stubble covered skin of his cheek as she raised her hand to the side of his head, her nails lightly scraping against his buzzed hair before her fingers began to slowly circle over his temple. It was the simplest of motions, but it was the most sedative thing Rex had ever felt.

Was it some Jedi trick she would play on him, or were her hands that calming on their own; Rex never deigned to ask. He just welcomed her soft touch, succumbed to the way it soothed his restless mind. All he knew was that any night Talia performed this simple motion with her fingers against his scalp, Rex slept dreamlessly and calmly, waking up more restful than he would think was possible the night before, with Talia in his arms.

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[trashyswitch]

...And They Never Stole from Roxanne Again

It is now Freddy's turn to be tickled for stealing her hair products. And unfortunately for Freddy, her need for an explanation has gone right out the window.

Part 2 to Never Steal from Roxanne

It is...too early for this shit...But, I haven't uploaded in about a week. So...Here's the fanfic. This fanfic was suggested by UndertaleSansLuv3. I hope you enjoy!

Roxanne opened up Chica’s dressing room door, revealing her picture perfect white and green hair. It was poofy, soft, and looked like it came from a supermodel. But of course, we all know Roxanne is a part time supermodel. 

“Thanks for letting me use your hair products.” Roxanne told her. 

“No problem! Heck, you can have all my hair products. I don’t even know why I have them! I have no loose hair like you have.” Chica admitted. 

Roxanne giggled. “Well still…thanks.” Roxanne said, taking the Glamrock shopping bag with the hair products in them. “I’ll take these to my dressing room. And then…I have a certain date with a bear…” Roxanne told her. 

“Ooooh! What kind of date? A dinner date? Are you gonna have candles? Flower petals? One Ice cream bowl with two scoops?” Chica asked, slightly teasing her. 

Roxanne rolled her eyes. “No, Chica. It’s not a date-date. I’m planning to get revenge on Freddy for stealing my hair products.” Roxanne told her. Chica widened her eyes. “Wait, really? But…I thought Monty stole your hair products!” Chica protested. 

“They both did. And I already got my revenge on Monty. It’s Freddy’s turn now.” Roxanne replied, turning to leave. 

Chica hummed, slowly starting to understand. “...and am I expected to help? Or what?” Chica asked. 

“Well…” Roxanne turned to face Chica again. “Do you want to help?” Roxanne asked. 

“I…honestly prefer watching.” Chica admitted. 

Roxanne smiled and nodded. “Sounds good. If you need to find me, just follow the sound of Freddy’s laughter.” Roxanne told her. 

“Cluck cluck, captain.” Chica replied. 

Roxanne headed back to her dressing room and dropped off the hair products. This time, instead of keeping them out in the open, Roxanne decided to keep her hair brush and other things in her drawers, and kept the hair products in her closet. Since there were now thieves in the damned Pizzaplex, Roxanne felt it was easier and safer that way. 

Then, Roxanne left her dressing room and looked around to find Freddy. It didn’t take long to find Freddy at all, actually. He was standing near the Monty Gator Golf, watching Monty play around in the attraction. 

“Monty’s getting really good at playing his own golf game.” Freddy told Roxanne. 

Roxanne nodded. “Alright. I’m gonna need you to explain something to me:” Roxanne told him. 

Freddy turned to look at Roxanne. “What is it?” 

Roxanne crossed her arms. “Why were you carrying my hair products around earlier?” Roxanne asked. 

Freddy blinked and raised an eyebrow. “Are you still mad about that?” Freddy asked. “I was carrying them around because I was trying to return them.” Freddy replied. 

“Oh really?” Roxanne reacted, not believing him. 

“Really! Did you not hear what I was saying to you when I first arrived? I said ‘Hey Roxy. I was trying to look for you in your room, but you weren’t there’.” Freddy told her. 

“And you were holding my hair products. You had to have stolen them.” Roxanne said. 

“Again, I was trying to return them to you. I found them in Monty’s room, and I took them to give them back.” Freddy told her. 

“So you DID take them.” Roxanne reacted. 

Freddy narrowed his eyes and groaned. She wasn’t listening to him at all… “Since you are not going to listen, I guess I won’t give you back this pony.” He said, holding up a thick scrunchie. 

Roxanne widened her eyes and pointed to it. “My scrunchie! That’s my favorite one!” Roxanne reacted. “Give it back right now!” Roxanne ordered. 

“Not happening, unless you listen to me.” Freddy replied. 

“Don’t make me do what I did to Monty.” Roxanne warned. 

Freddy sighed. “But I didn’t do anything.” Freddy told her. “You know what? Fine. Just tickle me if that’s what you are craving.” Freddy told her. 

“I thought you’d never ask.” Roxanne replied, pretending to crack her knuckles before tackling Freddy to the ground. 

Freddy laid his hands on the ground beside him. “Alright. Ready.” Freddy said. 

“Let’s- Wait, what?” Roxanne paused, looking at him with confusion. 

“Are you not going to start?” Freddy asked. 

Roxanne huffed and crossed her arms. “No…” She mumbled through her teeth. 

“.....Why?” Freddy asked. 

“Because it’s no fun when you’re not begging for me to stop or get off! I want you to be terrified! Anxious to get out of my grasp!” Roxanne told him. 

“I’m sorry, but…I don’t think you deserve any of that.” Freddy told her. 

“WHAT?!” Roxanne yelled. 

“You clearly do not want an explanation, because I tried to give you an explanation and you won’t listen to it.” Freddy said. “And you obviously want to tickle me and get revenge. So…I’m letting you get revenge so that you can listen to me.” Freddy told her. 

Roxanne was in pure shock. “I-Bu-But- Um- I-” Roxanne stuttered. Roxanne grunted and finally started skittering her fingers in his armpits. “Just shut up!” Roxanne yelled. 

Freddy started snickering right away, closing his eyes as he smiled brightly. “Nahahah. Ihihi rahather lihihike tahahalking, thahank yohohou.” Freddy replied. 

Roxanne growled and moved her fingers down to where his middle ribs should be. Freddy guffawed and arched his back as he bursted out in full-blown laughter. “aaAAAHAHAhahahahahaha! Hahahahappy nohohohow?” Freddy asked. 

Roxanne growled even louder at those words. “I said…SHUT UP!” Roxy yelled, digging her claws deeper into Freddy’s rib area. 

“HahahaHAHAHAHAHA! EEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!” Freddy laughed loudly, wiggling around and kicking his feet. 

“Take that! And that!” Roxanne yelled, tickling his back with her left hand, while resuming her rib tickles with her right hand. 

“OHOHO GEEEEHEHEHEHEEEZ! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Freddy shouted. 

“Freddy, I can’t concentrate with you laughing so loud.” Monty complained. 

Freddy snorted and covered his mouth to try and muffle his laughter a little bit. “Sohohorryyyyy.” Freddy mumbled. 

“You can still golf, Monty.” Roxanne told him. “A little reminder about how loud YOU are. And we live with that!” Roxanne added. 

“At least I don’t scream like an angry teenager!” Monty yelled back. 

“DO YOU WANT TO GET WRECKED AGAIN?!” Roxanne shouted at him. 

“Rohohohoxyyyyy!” Freddy uncovered his mouth. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAP!” Freddy begged. 

“HOW ABOUT YOU FOCUS ON FREDDY AND THEN GET BACK TO ME.” Monty shouted. 

“YOU KNOW WHAT?! I WILL.” Roxanne yelled before looking down at Freddy. “Now give me back my scrunchie!” Roxanne ordered. 

“HAHAHAVE IT.” Freddy said, dropping it in front of her. 

Roxanne removed her hands from his sides and grabbed the scrunchie. She twisted the scrunchie into her hair and then went right back to tickling the ribs. “Thank you.” Roxanne replied. 

“Wait, WHAHAHAHAHAT?! OHOHOHOH COHOHOME OHOHOHON!” Freddy yelled. 

“Thought I was gonna be fair, huh?” Roxanne teased with a smirk. 

“MYHY HAHAHANDS ARE WIHIHIDE OPEHEHEHEN!” Freddy reminded her. 

“Yeah, so?” Roxanne replied. “Why say that?” 

Freddy grabbed Roxanne’s hips and started digging into her hips. “REHEHEVEHENGE!” Freddy yelled. 

Roxanne squealed and removed her hands from his sides to quickly get Freddy’s hands off her. “BAHAHAHA! YOHOHOU CHEHEHEATER!” Roxanne shouted before flopping onto Freddy. 

But the flop sounded more like symbols crashing, thanks to them both being made of metal. Monty paused midswing at the loud crashing noise, and growled. “You guys are SO LOUD!” Monty shouted before taking a swing and completely missing the target. 

Freddy quickly pushed Roxanne off himself and resumed tickling her hips. “Cahahan’t tahake what you dish out?” Freddy asked. 

“SHUHUHUT UHUHUP, FREHEHEHEDDYHYHY!” Roxanne spat. 

“Wow! I was ten times better than this! Why give ME all the sass?” Freddy asked. 

“YOHOU RUHUHUINED MY REVEHEHEHENGE!” Roxanne yelled. 

“And you didn’t listen to my explanation! So it’s all fair and square.” Freddy replied. 

“HOW IS ANYONE SUPPOSED TO FOCUS AT A TIME LIKE THIS?!” Monty shouted, throwing the putter onto the ground in anger. 

Freddy sighed and shook his head. “No one asked your opinion, Monty.” Freddy said. 

Roxanne was too busy laughing to even consider yelling anything back to Monty. “IHIHI’M GOHOHONNA KIHIHICK YOHOU FOR THIHIHIHIS!” Roxanne yelled. 

“Well that doesn’t sound fair, now does it?” Freddy asked. 

Roxanne was about to protest…but then a pair of fingers started tickling her foot. “Speaking of kicking…How would you feel if I tickled this foot for a bit?” Freddy asked. 

Roxanne’s laughter fell into fits of giggles. She curled her feet and covered her mouth to try and muffle the embarrassing giggles she was letting out. 

“Wow! Roxanne is capable of being cute? Who would’ve thought?” Freddy teased. 

“Shuhuhuhush!” Roxanne shouted. 

“Wow! And using the word ‘shush’ instead of ‘shut up’? How unusual for Roxanne.” Freddy added. 

“At least I can somewhat focus now…” Monty muttered out loud. 

“You haven’t given up on golf yet? It’s been 20 minutes of being on the same level.” Freddy reacted. 

“Well jokes on you, I’m now on level 7! So beat that!” Monty replied. 

“Ihihi’m surprihihised he hahahasn’t eheheaten the goholf bahahahall.” Roxanne added. 

“Honestly…I am too.” Freddy replied. 

And the moment Freddy went up to Roxanne’s toes, it was all over. Roxanne guffawed super loudly, scaring Monty in the process, and threw her head left and right as she cackled almost manically. 

A couple seconds later, Freddy finally decided to stop tickling Roxanne. He let Roxanne go and offered her a hand when she felt ready. Roxanne eventually took his hand, and got up to her feet with his help. 

“Alright…I think I’m done with my revenge now.” Roxanne said. “Truce?” She offered her hand. 

Freddy nodded. “Truce.” he said, offering his own hand. 

Roxanne and Freddy did a handshake. But Freddy managed to sneak some tickles onto Roxanne’s palm, of all places. And Roxanne squealed. 

Monty growled as he watched the ball completely miss the hole. “Rox…You made me miss my hole in one!” Monty complained. 

Freddy and Roxanne looked at Monty…then at each other with smirks on their faces. 5 seconds later, and Monty’s loud laughter began to fill the Monty Gator Golf Attraction for a little while. 

Look who’s complaining now, Monty? 

#stealing #getting answers #ticklefic #switch!roxanne #switch!freddy #angry monty #lee!monty #fluff

[spinnertop]

Don't Keep It To Yourself

fWhip has been stressed recently and decided to take a walk to get his mind off of it. His elven boyfriend had other ideas

If you prefer, you can read it here on ao3 or on here below the cut

fWhip enjoyed midnight walks. It wasn’t much of a surprise to the people of the Grimlands, or even his friends and allies. The Count was infamous for never being able to sit still. But this walk wasn’t one made from boredom or excitement.

In truth, fWhip didn’t know what spurred this on. Anxiety, maybe? Perhaps dread? Whatever the reason, he hoped the cool night air would clear his head. A part of him knew that it wouldn’t, that the pit in his stomach wouldn’t settle lest he tell someone about his worries. He kindly told that part of himself to shut up. He wasn’t going to worry his friends with something as trivial as senseless paranoia.

He wrapped his wings tight around himself, shivering slightly, but smiled despite the discomfort. fWhip was happy that it was late fall. Winter would come soon, and while that came with its share of struggles, he knew that in the winter none of them would be from him or one of his subjects overheating in the forge.

It was funny to him. During the winter, things in the other empires started to slow. Save for those in Rivendell, the freaks. Winter was always a time of prosperity in the Grimlands, the short days lending itself to more creeper spawns and gunpowder, fueling the rest of the empire.

He let out a deep sigh, loose dirt and gravel crunching beneath his mud-stained boots. fWhip spared a glance back towards Eastvale. It truly was beautiful this time of night. There was a faint glow from beyond the walls of the city, either from the forge, or from people like him who were utterly unable to sleep tonight. The gorgeous redstone corruption radiated an alluring red light in the absence of the sun.

He cast his gaze towards the field of wither roses. fWhip always thought they were gorgeous, having grown up around them. Well, it was the only flower that could grow beyond the safety of the walls. The corruption made the land inhospitable to normal wildlife.

He knelt down at the edge of the field, his fingertips brushing against the velvety petals of the roses. He caressed the petals, and dipped his hand down to play with the stem. He pressed his thumb against the thorns that adorned the stem, and quickly plucked the flower from the ground. His hand quickly went numb as it bled slightly onto the stem. He couldn’t say he hated the feeling, the roses were much more mild than the all encompassing pain that wither skeletons caused.

“fWhip!” A shout startled him out of his thoughts. He turned around to see Scott. He looked concerned. Why? Scott quickly kneels in front of him, examining the puncture. When had he dropped the rose? “Does it hurt?” Scott questioned, worrying about lacing his voice in a way that was almost completely foreign to fWhip. He’d dealt with worse, and Scott hadn’t seemed nearly as worried then. Maybe he wasn’t the only one waiting for the other shoe to drop…

After a few seconds of examining the cut, Scott huffed and lightly smacked fWhip. “What were you doing messing around with wither roses!?” he exclaimed, anger creeping into his voice. Now there was the Scott he knew and loved. “You of all people should know how dangerous they are! What in the world made you think that it would be okay to touch them?! I swear, one of these days I’ll need to follow you around to make sure you don’t hurt yourself.”

“You done?” fWhip asked teasingly. Despite Scott’s offended face, he continued, “You don’t have to worry. Us Grimlanders are resisted to the wither effect. I barely even feel it.”

“Resistant doesn’t mean immune, fWhip!” He retorted.

fWhip huffed up at him. “I’m fine, really!”

fWhip squeaked as Scott pulled him close and buried his face into his hair. He heard Scott mutter something in elvish that sounded suspiciously like a prayer. fWhip sighed, slumping against Scott.

“Why are you out here so late anyway?”

“I could ask the same for you.”

“Ha ha very funny. But seriously.”

“A deal with Shelby took longer than I thought it would.” fWhip nodded, satisfied.

“Now. What were you doing?” Scott asked. Damn. He was hoping he wouldn’t ask. “Couldn’t sleep.” fWhip answered. It wasn’t a complete lie. Maybe Scott wouldn’t push?

“Why?” Well, crap. fWhip could only shrug. He really didn’t know why he was so scared. The demon was gone, Scott had his brother back, and he even managed to smooth things over with Jimmy. That last one has surprised him. He hadn’t expected him and Jimmy to get along, let alone get into a relationship.

He heard Scott sigh quietly, before shifting his grip and… Just picking him up. fWhip yelped as Scott pulled him close to his chest, and he felt his face heat up. He quickly buried his face into Scott’s chest, mumbling something that was lost in the thick outfit the elf always wore. He felt more than heard Scott’s chuckle, and he groaned in response.

“I can walk, you know.” Scott laughed.

“I know. You just look adorable when flustered.” fWhip hit Scott’s chest for that. “Come on, let’s get you home. Knowing you, you haven’t slept in a while.”

fWhip opened his mouth to try and retort, but Scott was right. He hadn't slept in a couple days now, and though he’s blaming it on the anxiety, he knew a part of it was his workaholic tendencies.

He was slightly confused that Scott decided to start walking towards his house on the outskirts of Eastvale, rather than taking him back into the city so they could rest in the manor. He wasn’t complaining though. He had built the house himself when he became the count. For the first couple months it felt wrong to stay there. It was probably bitterness that drove him away. He technically was supposed to rule with his sister, but that didn’t happen, and the empty throne and missing person in the house was a fierce reminder.

He looked up at Scott, who smiled gently at him. “Can you open the door, sunflower?” He asked kindly. fWhip nodded but mumbled something Scott couldn’t quite make out.

When fWhip glanced up at Scott again, the elf was smiling. fWhip loved Scott’s smile. Probably because it wasn’t something he saw that much. At least not out in public. The elf was generally rather stoic, and most of his expressions consisted of his trademark smirk. His smile was softer, kinder. An expression that fWhip wasn’t used to receiving.

Scott sat down on the bed, making fWhip sit in his lap. He hummed as Scott pulled off his scarf and nuzzled his neck.

“Baby,” Scott started, slightly muffled. “You have to take care of yourself.” His hands slid from his waist to his shoulders and he pulled off his jacket. “I know…”

“So why don’t you?” Scott’s voice was so gentle. It wasn’t fair how easily Jimmy and Scott could coax answers out of him. Not even Gem or Sausage could do that. “I- um. Well…” fWhip started, but he couldn’t get the words out. At least, not while Scott trailed his hands along his wings. 

“You’ve been so tense lately. You were so jumpy at the last meeting. I was worried.” fWhip blushed. “Would it be bad if I said that I was waiting for everything to get worse?” He felt Scott tense slightly. He sat up a bit straighter, and moved his face to look at him. When he didn’t speak fWhip took it as a sign to keep going.

“Logically, I know everything is fine. Better than fine, everything is perfect right now. I have my brother back, your brother’s in a crystal encased in ice, the Cod Empire and the Grimlands are at peace for the first time in five hundred years, and so much more. But it feels like it’s all going to go wrong. Like I'm going to lose everyone…” There was an unsaid again hanging in the air.

Scott hummed, thinking for a moment, before responding, “I understand that. After so many bad things that happened, it feels like a dream for anything good to happen again. It can eat you from the inside out if you keep it to yourself. Have you told anyone else?” fWhip tensed slightly but didn’t respond. Scott had his answer.

“Petal…” Scott scolded. “I know, I know, I should be telling people if I feel bad. I just… I didn’t want the others to worry.”

Scott sighed, and fWhip tensed, before Scott pressed his hand at the juncture between his wings and kissed his neck. “Poor thing. So tense. Do you need my help relaxing?” There was a mood change, but fWhip quickly shut it down. “No. not like that at least. Not in the mood.” he felt Scott hum and nod. “Okay. How about cuddles to help you sleep?” fWhip nodded, “Yeah. Yeah that sounds good.”

He got off Scott’s lap so he could get comfortable, and actually take off that heavy coat he insisted on wearing everywhere. Once he laid down on the bed, fWhip decided to be a little menace and flop down onto his boyfriend’s chest. Scott let out a quiet ‘oof’ and huffed at him. fWhip quickly sat up, straddling Scott’s hips. He stuck his tongue out at Scott, just like the little menace he was.

“Brat,” Scott muttered with no real heat behind his words. This was confirmed when he reached a hand up to cup his face. fWhip couldn’t help himself as he started purring as he leaned into the touch.

He got off of Scott and curled into his side, purring louder as Scott turned over and started to card his hand through his hair, his other hand wrapping around his waist to pull him closer. He tucked his head underneath Scott’s chin and nuzzled into his chest.

Scott wrapped his magnificent golden wings around them, acting as an extra blanket. He pulled fWhip closer to him and mumbled into his hair, “I love you, sunflower.”

“I love you too, snowflake.”

#esmp fwhip #esmp scott #scott smajor #fwhip #gold husbands #scwhip #frozen rose

[lordkingsmith]

@whatwedointhecraft if you’re curious about how Ryker’s parents met, here’s from their story “the god and the king” lol

I’d argue Luuga is a bigger menace than Ryker, but Ryker has waay less self control

Luuga found the unassuming blond king rather charming. Softly well spoken, wide yet earnest eyes that never once left Luuga’s. Even through his statue, he was arrested by the enchanting hazel underneath the softly curled sandy blond, perhaps a little longer than a king should normally wear. The curls kept breaking free of the thin and understated crown with every movement of his head. All Nekron wanted to do in that moment was brush the man’s hair from his face, capture those unruly curls in his hands and keep them out of those lovely eyes.

He perhaps would have agreed to anything the king asked his effigy in his temple, reasonable or not. Luckily, it was reasonable, well within his ability actually.

“Oh lord of luck and fortune, if I may beseech you” the king had started, which had gotten Luuga’s attention. Soft voice, pretty face and humble enough to ask rather than demand? He was listening.

“My kingdom is very small, and is being threatened at all times. If you could be so kind, help me keep it safe?” The king asked with hands clenched at his sides. “My father was not a good king, and I’m fighting an uphill battle. A little bit of good fortune to get trade deals and an heir and good luck avoiding wars feels…” a heavy breath. “If it isn’t too much trouble to ask.”

No, no trouble at all. Luuga eyed the young man with interest before deciding to appear to him. Normally he didn’t do this, listen to the prayers outright or pay attention to the worshippers or bother appearing and hashing out the finer details.

This one however…yes.

He appeared just behind him, their shoulders pressed together as he stared up at the ceiling of his main temple while the king froze against him. “Mmh.” He started mildly. “I can, quite easily.” He said as the king flinched away and spun around, Luuga hearing his loss of balance and subsequent fall with a smile. He schooled his face as he turned to kneel over the man sprawled on the floor.

“You as king require a wife, and an heir. I respect the need.” He hummed as he tilted his head with a now schooled to be gentle smile. “You also need a patron god. I want this role.” He brushed a finger along the floor by the king’s feet. “Your people can worship whoever they want. But I am your sole god, do you understand?”

“Wh-I” the king clambered away. “Luuga? The god of fortune?” He didn’t seem to believe what he was seeing the god in the flesh.

Luuga laughed as he stood. “Of course. I come in person when I like the request. And I like yours, it aligns with personal interests.” The king kept staring at him, and Luuga couldn’t really blame him. He was silvery in his skin and hair, and only ever wore loose tunics and simple belts. His shoulder length hair was never bound back yet never fell into his face.

For a god he remained underdressed and understated and happily so. His statues however, rarely got his image right. The little king kept scrambling away with him as he tried to close their distance, so he finally paused with arms crossed and hair tossed.

“Yes yes you’re being talked to by a god. We can take a moment for you to get used to the concept. Yes I have wild moods, no I’m not in a bad one. Yes I can go into it without apparent warning, but I know myself.”

He waited as the king processed the fact he was indeed there. And nothing like his statue, if the many glances between them were anything to go by. He waved at it dismissively. “Dearest mother threatened my sacred foxes if I didn’t allow the regal look of the human artists’ works” he scoffed at it. “She might be the head goddess, but luck and fortune comes in all forms. And I prefer well” he gestured at himself. “Are you calmer now?”

“I….feel I’ll have to go through with talking to you like this calm or not.” The king said with unusual wry honesty in Luuga’s experience. “Make no mistake, I am honored, but…”

“I scared you, yes?”

The king laughed shakily as he stood, hand running through the curls Luuga wanted to touch so badly. He simply placed his arms behind his back, folded to further dissuade touching the tiny human king when he really truly needed to be professional. Meanwhile the king was standing properly, and had begun pacing in short quick steps in front of Luuga.

“You realize I can’t have you as my sole god, right?” Was asked. “I can certainly have you as my main god, however. Will that suffice?” Luuga tilted his head as he watched the king move not unlike one of his foxes on two legs. It made him want to see more of that energy from him. Push him down, pet him, rub his stomach till he was squirming, chase him down….Luuga refrained.

“Be cautious you do not make deals with other gods then” he warned mildly, “when I am in a low mood. Even if it’s not, it will be taken as an offense.”

The king froze. Luuga threw him an out, feeling generous in his current high mood. “Of course I don’t have to be the main god. A shrine in your palace next to your favorite gods would suffice, and offerings. A temple in your city. As long as I’m respected and remembered, but I must be remembered.”

Those pretty eyes stared out at him beneath the fringe of sandy hair and a far too thin face, almost horsish, almost skeletal, before glancing away in thought. “No…I think it sends a good message, having the god of fortune as my main god.” The king said finally, eyes darting back and forth between thoughts Luuga couldn’t see. “I’ll be careful.”

Luuga smiled, wide and thin and trying not to feel like a fox in a henhouse. Something interesting was going to come out of this, he could already tell. He offered a hand to the king. “I do believe I need a stated agreement my new friend.”

The king looked at the proffered hand and took a breath, offering a smile of his own. Admittedly shaky. Luuga felt inclined to offer another out. “You do realize you don’t have to take this deal just because I showed up.” He said with a soft laugh. “You seem sweet little king. And I like sweet. You can leave, and then come back.” Because he would come back if he left, Luuga knew this in his gut, and was feeling charitable.

“No, it’s fine, it’s fine.” Another deep breath. “I, Stellan, newly crowned king of Rodansa, promise to keep as my main god and most important religious consideration Luuga, lord of fortune and master of luck.”

The little king took Luuga’s hand in a firm grip. Luuga felt the deal, and the destiny of this impulsive human, settle. Whatever came, it’d all be from Stellan. Luuga allowed himself the small allowance to kiss the knuckles of the king, laughing as the hand reflexively clenched harder around his own, a sharp gasp slipping from the lips he’d rather be kissing.

[yandere-sins]

"Stop fucking looking at me like that!"

Referencing this post I made, I thought why not :’D

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Rummaging through the big chest, Enderman supplied it with the new items he gathered. Meat, vegetables, a potion for the worst case. Buckets of water and milk, everything you needed to have as a human. It should be enough to last at least for the upcoming weak, but you had been complaining about it rotting and molding since you couldn’t eat it fast enough or preserve it. You were also craving fruits. Biting his lip, he thought hard about how to accommodate your wishes better when he suddenly heard the growling of a zombie nearby, making him come to an immediate stop.

If he was quiet enough, the zombie shouldn’t be able to make you out inside this little, sparely filled room he created. No one said it would be easy to accumulate enough obsidian to build this hut. Still, it was the only way to keep you safe, even if it took him forever. All these monsters and treacherous villagers outside were after you, and even if he was able to keep them at bay for a long time, what if one day he couldn’t be around to keep you from harm? Perhaps it wasn’t a very pretty domicile, but it was safe. The only light source was one window, but he built it high enough so no zombie, skeleton, or creeper would be able to look through it. He collected a bed for you, chests, and books from the village, but that was all there was to keep you busy.

Enderman listened intently, waiting for the footsteps and grunts to disappear before he could let out a sigh of relief. Even with all the precautions he made, one could never be too safe. Even if he wasn’t worried about himself, if it was for you, he’d do everything to keep you far away from the dangerous mobs roaming the world. Continuing to pack your chest with edibles, he didn’t notice you slowly waking up, rising behind him. Enderman made a point out of coming at night rather than day to avoid the one thing that made him uncomfortable. While he would have loved interacting with you, the human custom of keeping eye contact was something he could never bear to endure. Not even for you.

Even now, your eyes drilling into his back, he began to shake anxiously, hoping you’d recognize him and go back to sleep.

But you didn’t.

You never did.

“It’s late,” he chuckled nervously, slowly closing the lid of the chest before standing up. He had to raise the ceiling quite a bit after realizing he couldn’t fit the space after he built it. Even if he could teleport in and out at his leisure, with his size, it would have been hard to stay with you in an emergency had he kept it at his first draft. But he learned that humans quite liked high ceilings, and secretly he hoped that meant you liked him too, considering his size.

“You should be sleeping. I brought new food, so you can rest assured.”

Was he just talking to overcome the awkwardness? You’ve been nearly killing him with this silent treating of yours, only ever looking at the back of his head. It was unfathomable why you’d treat him with such disrespect. He had voiced his discomfort more than once, but you insisted that you hated his treatment of you, and as such, he’d have to endure the same. But how could you? All of this was only ever in your best interest. Out there, you’d have done the same to keep safe - build a home and gathered food - so why did you hate it when he did it? Wasn’t he good to you? Didn’t he try his best to fulfill all your wishes? Was it too much to ask for that you were safe under his care?

“Please stop,” he whispered with clenched teeth, the shaking of his body getting stronger. “What more do I need to do to make you stop looking at me like that?”

“Let me go,” you finally spoke up, the sound of your voice almost as beautiful as he remembered it--no, even better! A quiet gasp escaped him after finally receiving a word from you, and he turned around for the first time in forever to face you.

A big mistake.

Your eyes met as Enderman suddenly felt overcome with a wave of emotions. He wished it had been only positive ones, but there was no way he could escape his instincts. Doubling over in pain, he grunted, trying to keep himself under control, but to no avail. Even in his state, he could clearly perceive the shuffling of blankets as you got up, noticing the state he was in. Though he wanted to believe you cared for him, it was clear you were merely concerned about what to do if something happened to him. But that would be enough. Even if you just liked him for his use, it would be enough to satisfy him. As long as he could keep you safe, you could use him as much as he wanted.

The obsidian made no sound as he gripped you by the wrists, slamming you into the wall. Your body, on the other hand, made an absolutely horrifying crack, so much so, Enderman feared the worst already. But one look at your eyes showed them clear as day, still very much able to perceive him. Perhaps adrenaline soothed your pain momentarily.

“Stop fucking looking at me like that! I told you so many times to fucking stop! When will you listen?!”

His yell filled the whole space around you two. If he hadn’t been seething with anger, he’d have instantly regretted raising his voice. No less because it could have attracted unwanted visitors. Enderman had never lashed out at you before, never done anything that would put you into the opposite of what he wanted - danger. But here he was, eyes falling to your mouth as your breath hitched, unable to form a word. All you did - finally! - was looking down and away from him before pinching your eyelids close tightly.

Immediately, he felt much calmer, now that you weren’t drilling holes into him anymore. Regaining his senses, he let go of you, letting you plummet back onto the bed he held you above. Whether or not you were in pain wasn’t something either of you seemed to notice. Instead, you were quick to hug yourself, fearful tears rolling from the closed corners of your eyes despite no sobs escaping you. You had no weapons to defend yourself, and a punch didn’t do as much as one of his did to you. It must have been a big shock for you to see the other side of Enderman, one you had a hard time comprehending.

Placing his hand on your shoulder, you flinched noticeably before finally breaking down into crying, collapsing forward onto the mattress. Enderman stood there lost for words or actions to console you, wanting to say something, apologize even! It didn’t matter who’s fault it was, he never wanted to see you hurt or crying! That’s why he did all of this after all!

Instead, he remembered the peculiar thing he found in one of the villages. It was a banner, something he thought you might enjoy hanging up in your tiny home, but when he reached for it now, he had a different idea of what to do with it. Ripping off the bottom wasn’t easy even for him, especially since he allowed no tools or scissors in this safe space. But once he had it, he returned to your side, kneeling next to your bed and lifting your head gently. You tried to turn your face away, but he had a tight grip on you, nudging you to face him. Good as you were, you kept your eyes closed still.

Even if he couldn’t be sure how to do it, he loosely tied the cloth around your head, covering your eyes with it. “W-What…?” you stuttered meekly, feeling the fabric on your skin, and Enderman hushed you gently. “This will do. You won’t be able to look at me this way. You’ll never need to be afraid anymore; this will keep you safe, I promise.”

Whether his assurance went through to you, he couldn’t decide, unable to read your expression as you bit your lip. Your body began to shake again, and it felt almost like his whenever you made him uncomfortable and anxious. Enderman knew this feeling all too well, but you wouldn’t need to bear it alone. He could if he had to, but he wouldn’t let you go through these complicated feelings alone.

Easily, with inhuman strength, he picked you up, sitting down where you had been just seconds ago, and lifted you into his lap. Finally, his big body and long arms were good for something, even if he hadn’t expected it would be comforting you. If it was for him, you two could have continued the relationship you had. Enderman would have simply stayed by your side while you slept, brushing the hair out of your face and pulling up the blanket over you to make sure you had a good rest. You didn’t need to recognize his efforts, and you could even scream at him if you’d prefer that, but it wouldn’t have mattered. He knew you were safe and well-taken care of, and he’d never forget you needed him. That was enough.

But now that he held you in his arms, he wasn’t sure if it was enough for him anymore.

Now that this awful habit of looking at him had been prevented, nothing was stopping him from being close to you. Now he could touch you, hold you, comfort you tenderly! All without fearing what might happen. “It’s going to be alright now,” he hushed you sweetly. “I’m so sorry I lashed out, I will do everything to make it up to you! I’ll bring new books and flowers to decorate with soon, everything will be okay. You can always rely on me; I’ll keep you company from now on, trust me!”

He meant it. Even if he didn’t understand most of the complicated feelings you had, you must have felt relieved as you started to cry even more. And so was he. He was relieved too. Who knew being with you so close, holding you, and swaying back and forth with you felt so wonderful. The only other time he held you, felt your warmth and heartbeat, had been when he teleported you inside of this room. Enderman had always believed that to be the height of all emotions, but he now realized there was so much more! So many more opportunities and feelings to explore. But you had time, right? He wouldn’t be greedy; he’d take his time to explore them all with you and enjoy them thoroughly.

After all, you were safest with him.

And he was the happiest with you.

#Enderman #Endermen #enderman minecraft #yandere enderman #yandere!enderman #minecraft #yandere minecraft #yandere!minecraft #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere fanfiction #yandere writing #yandere stories #yandere oneshots #yandere oneshot #yandere drabble #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #Yandere TW

[astaroth1357]

Demigod MC Series: Poseidon

Fishy fishy fishy… I honestly could write 100 more things for Poseidon MC and Levi. I just love the dynamic between an insecure, otaku shut-in and a chill California surfer dead set on becoming his friend.

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter, Athena, Hades Pt. 2, Poseidon 

For anyone unaware, Poseidon is also the god of horses. I know it's a weird combo, but I didn't write the mythos.

Lucifer

…..

They came out of the portal….

On a horse….

They brought the mortal down to the Devildom…

On a goddamn horse….

There's a demigod on a live horse brandishing a weapon and doing laps around the Student Council Room…

Congratulations, he already wants to pull his hair out!!

Honestly, it would have been preferable to pluck them out of the sea. At least then they'd just need a towel! What the hell were they going to do with an entire horse!?

And his nightmare didn't stop there. Poseidon is a notoriously mercurial god, prone to bouts of anger and spitefulness for reasons far less grievous than kidnapping his children… 

Their apology was swift and (seemingly) effective, though the tide waters around the Devildom did rise by several feet for some time…

As for the MC… uh… Well, they're an energetic one to say the least…

Lucifer hasn't met a more active individual since Mammon. They horseback ride, swim, surf, skateboard, and probably do ten other things - the point is, they Hardly. Keep. Still! 

They're also annoyingly easygoing… He can't count the number of times they've told him to, "Just chill out," or, "Hang loose…" What does that even mean??

Between having to order a stable made for their horse and just trying to keep up with them, Lucifer already thinks this mortal has caused him more trouble than they're worth… At least they keep Mammon busy...

Mammon

Upon first meeting them atop their horse, Sunset, his first thought was of course:

"I wonder if I sell that...?"

After that, they nearly fed him to sharks for trying to take their beloved steed on same night. Safe to say, he never touched a hair on its head again…

These two had a rocky start, but their relationship mended fairly quickly. As it turns out, the MC is literally one of those "go with the flow" types. You can say it was water under the bridge soon enough.

Mammon actually thinks the MC is a hell of a lot of fun, even if they're super laid-back. Most of the time, they won’t take his drive for money (or fear of his bills) all that seriously and tell him that he’s worrying too much, but they’ll still lend a hand if its on their way.

He finds their ability to control water pretty cool as well. Levi has it to some extent, but the MC can make a whole-ass whirlpool or use water like a whip! 

He once begged them to call up some rare fish for him to sell, but they got all pseudo-philosophical on him about how “trading life for material wealth” is “not cool, dude...”

He also made the mistake of challenging them to a splash fight only once…. They managed to drench the whole family with a single wave….

The only thing that bothers him is their weird insistence on being Levi's "Best Buddy…" Why would someone like them even bother with a shut in??

Is it the water? … Probably water. Levi, that lucky bastard…

Leviathan 

Thinks they're a big normie, no scratch that, a HUGE normie! The biggest normie he's ever met!! They skateboard and horseback ride for Devil's sake!!

...But they’re also, undoubtedly, the best friend he could've ever asked for.

To be fair to Levi, their friendship was sort of forced upon him. The MC took one look at him, his aquatic-themed room, and his pet goldfish then declared their new friendship status at that moment. 

Unfortunately for him, though, they're energetic, extroverted, and generally have little understanding of personal space… aka, an introvert's worst nightmare…

The next month could accurately be described as the MC doing everything in their power to make their stubborn "senpai" like them.

They would drag him out to the aquarium, beach, or pool; they befriended Henry so he could put in a good word for them; and they'd even bring him little gifts or trinkets they'd find on the ocean floor. Pretty shells and stuff like a cat bringing its master a dead mouse.

After he finally began to accept them as a persistent fixture in his life, he introduced them to gaming and anime and started accepting them little by little...

By the end of their stay, these two were practically inseparable. Not just because they like spending time together, but because they figured out they could have a telepathic link due to Levi being part sea serpent. 

No matter how far they are, they can always have a chat! (That no one else can hear so people think they’re just crazy...)

Satan

Satan honestly isn't the MC's biggest fan, he generally finds them too loud and gregarious for his liking. But their horse…?

He never really thought that he'd be a horse man... Yet it didn’t really take long for Satan to adore Sunset, their beautiful golden-maned mare. Apparently she's not their only horse, but by far their favorite traveling companion.

Sunset is a wonderful horse - brave, strong, and well-trained. It only took a few weeks before he was regularly sneaking out to the stables to brush her fur or feed her apples...

After the MC taught him how to ride, that was it. All other forms of transportation were inferior to him now.

Satan would ride Sunset everywhere and he looked damn good doing it! It takes all that fairytale Prince Charming thing he has going on and puts it through the roof.

It's a good thing too, because when I say everywhere, I do mean everywhere. Lucifer had to put seals on the House doors to keep Satan from riding Sunset through the hallways...

Of course, he’ll always let the MC have Sunset back when they need her!... with a little complaining but nothing terrible.

The MC doesn't mind much because Sunset likes him and they know he takes good care of her, but the rest of the House is slightly unnerved at how quickly he went horse crazy… What if they brought a giant crab instead?? No one wants to deal with crab-Satan...

Asmodeus 

Their body is just scrumptious. Oh, how he could look at their swimsuit-clad figure all day!! 😩

Between the swimming and the fighting, their form is toned to all hell and he can't get enough of it! Yes baby, yes!! Take those clothes off again!!! He'll help~! 😘

When he's not staring at them “totally respectfully,” then he's inviting them out to pool parties or begging them to take him riding...

There are parts of horseback riding he doesn’t like, the smell and the jostling specifically, but there is a kind of… romance to it, no?

He loves having the chance to snuggle up to the MC as they trot around the Devildom! It's so romantic, like they’re his knight in shining armor! (Or his demigod in a damp swimsuit, either works. 😏)

His Devilgram is just full of selfies of him and MC riding on the back of Sunset or sitting by the edge of the pool or them in the middle of a swim meet…

Yeah his Devilgram is now a one part him and one part MC-Appreciation account.

After the pact he'll eventually cool down some and stop staring at them like a sex-object, but even then he'll be at every swim meet. Don't you worry~

Beelzebub 

He actually really likes them! It's great to finally have another athlete in the House. 😊

The MC joined the RAD swim team just as soon the coach was able to convince Diavolo that having the child of a water god wasn't completely cheating... 

Since swim and fangol practice ends at about the same time, they walk home together a lot and complain about... sports things... (Forgive me, I don’t know sports. Uhm... Rival teams? Coaches? That one drill everyone hates? Stuff like that.)

Beel also can surf, skate, and snowboard so the two have a healthy competition going. They're about on equal footing so they tie often (except in surfing but Beel doesn't think that should count cause they’re probably cheating).

The only thing that he has to watch out for is Sunset… As in, he has to watch himself around Sunset because he absolutely could eat her on accident… 

Look, he doesn't want to and he doesn't even like horse meat that much, but even he has to admit there are times he gets hungry enough to consider it…

Of course, he knows that if he ever did Satan would rip him limb from limb then the MC would drown the rest so he really, really tries to control himself… but still… She’s a very healthy horse...

At least he didn’t try to sell her like Mammon. The MC hung him over a shark tank for that stunt… He’d feel bad, but Mammon kind of had it coming.

Belphegor 

The first time they met, the MC smelled like beach water and called him "dude-bro…" He didn't like his prospects.

For a while, he genuinely thought that they had a lump of sand where their brain was. They were just too chill!! Here he was saying that he's being held captive and they were like, "Well that sucks, man… I'll help ya, but I've got practice tomorrow. You can wait, right?"

It's not like he expected them to jump on top of it, but some urgency would have been nice…

When they eventually got around to helping him, he was actually looking forward to choking the life out of them for the extra wait. Unfortunately, they apparently had a horse…

Yeah, Belphie found out just a bit too late that the MC could summon their steed to them whenever they wanted and ended up with Sunset's hooves firmly bucking into his back for his trouble…

What followed was Belphegor running circles around the attic from the weapon-totting MC riding their terrifying murder horse until Lucifer finally intervened....

Thank the gods he wasn’t near any water….

As it would turn out later, as long as he's not being held captive in an attic Belphie kind of vibes with their laid-backness… They say they approach life "one wave at a time" or something.

He could care less about what that actually means, but what it translates to is "Stop stressing out and just keep chill" which he's all about.

Everybody should just chill out!... dude…. Nah, he'll let them stick to the “dude”-thing, it feels weird...

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me demigods

[favoniuscodex]

nightmares. [ xiao / reader ]

pairing: xiao / gn!reader prompt: combo of two different prompts: comforting xiao and xiao having a nightmare! word count: 1.1k warnings: hurt/comfort, mentions of death a/n: i struggle with adequate hurt/comfort, so this was more of a practice piece than anything! combination of two requests, so this does count as a part of my 900 follower event! 

the adeptus awakes with a jolt.

disoriented and confused, xiao attempts to sit straight up, yet is inhibited by a weight pinning his arm to the bed. feeling the weight shift in his arms, xiao snaps back to reality as it shifts around in his grip to face him. your irises flutter open groggily as you stare at your lover, whose abrupt actions had disrupted your sleep. you reach up a hand to loosely cup his face with and, even in your freshly-awoken state, you note how he flinches slightly at the touch. nonetheless, you remain undeterred in your quest to comfort your frantic lover.

“hey,” you murmur, voice foggy with sleep. his amber eyes pierce into yours, a storm of sadness swirling within the fierce amber hues. “bad dream?”

xiao’s breath is labored and the adeptus merely nods in response to your question, his profile illuminated by the soft moonlight that sneaks past your curtains. upon this wordless confirmation, you shuffle out of his now-slackened grip to sit up straight in bed, back resting on the headboard. the adeptus whimpers softly at the loss of contact and your heart breaks at such a desperate, forlorn noise coming from your lover.

his golden eyes shine in the dark, glistening with confusion at your actions. as you reach out and encompass him in your arms, pulling him into your chest, he finally understands. his ear is pressed flush to your skin, resting under your collarbone as he listens to your heartbeat. xiao sneaks an arm around your waist and nestles in closer to you as he tries to soften his labored breathing. you hum softly, brushing your hands through his dark green locks.

“did’ya wanna talk ‘bout it?” you ask, words slurred in your half-awake state. xiao lets out a huff of amusement at your garbled words, before letting out a sad sigh.

“you being here is enough.” he confesses quietly, nuzzling closer into you.

you give a small hum of acknowledgement in response, twirling his hair in your fingers as his breathing begins to even out. your comfort lulls his breath into returning to its normal pace as your human body heat contrasts with his typically colder adeptus form. it seeps into his skin and paints him as a vulnerable man in love, rather than the formidable yaksha that has slain countless opponents. compared to the person he was in the past, xiao cannot get enough of your human warmth, for he knows that one day, you will become cold and a part of the earth of liyue, the same land he had made a contract to protect so long ago.

“stay,” he requests, interrupting your gentle humming. “forever.”

xiao has never been one to croon ‘i love you’s, nor scream his adorations for you from the liyue mountaintops. he is a reserved lover, preferring to show his love through subtle gestures and constant companionship, finding words to be only hollow utterances created for lowly beggars who can provide little of value. in this moment, however, xiao has collapsed at the base of your throne and revealed his truest desire to you, the ruler of his heart. the thought of returning to the all-consuming loneliness and desolation that had once been a staple fixture of his life makes the yaksha fearful.

your presence terrifies xiao. your authentic words and your careful gestures have molded him to be nearly unrecognizable to his past self. the rapid changes to himself, the ones you had thrusted upon him as he closed his eyes and fell headfirst into the chains of your love, frighten him. yet, he cannot help but indulge, seeking the utterly human adrenaline rush that occurs each time your lips meet his as he withholds himself from consuming you whole.

“you know i can’t do that, xiao,” you croon, an alertness coating your tone that wasn’t there before. at your words, his hold on you tightens and he lets out a hushed noise of sadness, a near whimper. “but i can give you now and i can give you the time i have left.”

you press a kiss into xiao’s hair. “fate has not been kind to you, xiao, and i wish with all my heart that i could remain by your side for eternity, but one day, i’ll leave the land of the living, long before you will. today isn’t that day. today i am by your side and tomorrow i will be too.”

xiao remains silent as the pads of your fingers knead gently into his scalp.

“you dreamt of the future, didn’t you?” you pause and the lull in conversation provides you the answer you need. “i... know it’s easy to worry about those things, but what awaits us is inevitable, sweetheart. i’m here with you now and that’s what matters.”

“i love you.” xiao blurts out, twisting in your hold so his amber eyes peer up at yours. you let out a slight giggle at his abruptness before smiling down at him and placing a kiss on his forehead.

“i love you more,” you insist. the extra word causes xiao’s beautiful amber hues to narrow and you bite back a smile as you realize you’ve achieved your goal.

“i love you more,” he insists. “do you dare disagree with a holy adeptus, foolish mortal?”

his haughty tone makes you laugh, which causes xiao to crack a smile as his nightmare ebbs from his memory as the conversation continues. you force your expression into a stoic one and stare into his eyes intently.

“yes.” you say in all seriousness and, in less than a second, the yaksha pulls you down so your lips are on his.

his hands thread themselves into your hair as he pulls you closer. the position is awkward and the curl of your back is uncomfortable, but the forcefulness and fervor contained within his kiss distracts you from your bodily worries as xiao tries to convey everything he desires not to put into words. as he pulls away, you’re left breathless and he smirks, a smug expression taking over his face as he notices your mussed hair and parted, glistening lips.

xiao sits up and leans in to kiss you once more, this time with a much gentler, sincere passion. the dream eater who could not control his own dreamscape, the one who desires to eat yours whole so he’ll always have a part of you, has not yet realized that his mere presence has manifested your dreams into reality as his lips grace yours once more.

#over 500 followers later im still doing these OOPS #xiao x reader #genshin impact x reader #xiao headcanons #xiao scenarios #xiao imagines #//xiao #//scenario #//hurt/comfort #//900 follower event

[quicksilverlightning]

He goes to bed early because he isn’t sure what else to do, but does not sleep. He stares listlessly into the dark of the tent, letting the whole pointless endeavor that is his life wash over him. Outside, he can hear Akari putting away various odds and ends and kicking a bit of snow over the campfire before turning in herself. The moonlight spills into the tent as she enters, adjusting the flap to leave a bit of light while she prepares for sleep.

He senses her shuffle out of the Survey Corps uniform and into the more comfortable sleepwear she prefers. With another rustle, he knows she has let her hair down, but she skips her usual nightly combing, tucking her outerwear away into her bag. Volo has just closed his eyes when he feels her draw near, kneeling at his back and tentatively laying a hand on his shoulder.

“Volo?”

He can’t find his voice but shifts gently to show he’s listening. Her hand is warm on his shoulder.

“Do you mind?”

He rolls from his side to his back and moves aside to give her space. Akari lays beside him, their positions reversed from last night; now, she tucks his head under her chin and idly plays with his hair in silence. The inherent tenderness of the gesture pulls at something deeply hidden in his chest, but he does not cry.

Volo ran out of tears a long time ago.

“What do I do now?”

Akari pauses in her ministrations, briefly, but quickly returns to combing his hair with her fingers.

“What do you want to do?”

Volo shuffles deeper under the blankets, letting his forehead come to rest at her collarbone.

“I don’t know. I don’t have anywhere else to go.”

The merchant life suited his needs, but never him. Volo isn’t sure he can go back to that life, and certainly not wholeheartedly. Akari continues to stroke his hair and they lay quietly together, each lost in their own internal maelstrom but taking what solace they can in each other’s presence. Volo is well on his way to true sleep when Akari whispers above him.

“I’ll go to the temple tomorrow.”

“Akari?” He lifts his head from her embrace. Her expression is solemn, grave even, but resolute.

“I thought - aren't you afraid you might be sent back?”

“I am. I’m afraid I’ll be taken from here just as easily as I was taken before, but,” her voice nearly cracks, even as she presses on.

“But I won’t go before I make Him answer. I won’t go until I’ve dragged Him down to our level and made Him acknowledge you. If Arceus is so determined to give me everything then, then – then there’s nothing He can do to stop me from giving it to you.”

Her countenance is fierce with ire and unshed tears. She presses the heel of her palm against her eye and sniffles, rubbing away what threatens to spill over, and Volo finds himself transfixed.

“Why? Why would you - “

“Volo.”

Akari takes his face in her hands, forces him to look at her.

“You aren’t dense. And I’m not subtle. I know you’ve noticed.” His heart thumps painfully against his chest, and he’s suddenly worried about where this conversation is going, but meets her halfway.

“I have noticed. I just don’t understand why.”

“That’s always where you get hung up, isn't it?” Akari smiles fondly at him. “Always at the ‘why’ of the thing.” Her thumb brushes idly against the corner of his mouth.

“Because you were so kind to me. Because watching you coo over Togepi was the cutest thing I ever saw. Because intentions matter, but actions matter more, and you were the one person that was always at my side.”

She closes her eyes and leans fully into his space, gently bumping his forehead with her own.

“Because the one thing that upsets me more than anything else is knowing that I wasn’t a good enough friend to you.”

“That’s not - Akari, that isn't true - “

“It is true. Why else would you not simply have asked?” She pushes the hair away from his face, tucking the loose locks behind his ear to meet his eyes fully and grasps his hand.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t have helped you? That I was just chasing these plates for myself?”

She brings the hand to her lips, brushing soft kisses over his knuckles.

“Did you really not know that I adore you?”

#me writing things all out of order because I'm a dumbass #fanfic preview #pokemon legends arceus #volokari #pokemon legends #legends arceus #legends arceus spoilers #pokemon akari #pokemon volo

[etherrreal]

“when you pass out at practice”

Pairing: tsukishima x reader ; kyotani x reader ; aone x reader Genre: comfort-fluff ; drabbles & headcanons Summary: the reader hasn’t been taking care of herself which leads to her passing out at practice  Word Count: 2295 Warnings: fainting, or passing out, from sleep deprivation/not eating/heat exhaustion, some explicit language because i’m an adult A/N: thanks for the fun request! i took a little bit of artistic liberties with the scenario to keep it from being so repetitive so I hope you don’t mind! -Luna

it was rare that you had a beautiful sunny day on a weekend with no chores to attend to or work to complete

so when your boyfriend Tsukishima texted you and asked you to come join him for casual volleyball practice outside, you decided to take him up on that opportunity

however, not even a cap and some cold water could stave off heat exhaustion

Despite it being 95°F and so humid that the air feels thick when you breathe, it is a beautiful day outside. The sky is completely clear of clouds; the sun is shining directly on you as you, your boyfriend, and Yamaguchi head out to practice at the open field nearby Karasuno. The change of scenery was refreshing and even with it feeling just as hot as it usually does inside the school gym, the occasional breeze and lack of sweaty stench was a huge welcomed change. 

There’s very little shade provided by the trees, but you lay out a small blanket under the nearest one anyway. You become the bag and bottle keeper when Tsukishima and Yamaguchi hand you their items, your boyfriend dropping it haphazardly onto the blanket while Yamaguchi delicately places it down with a ‘thank you.’ 

You usually don’t get to see Tsukishima practice, seeing as his normal practices run until the dead of night, so it was fun watching them set and serve the ball back and forth. When the occasional ball lands by your feet, you get the chance to enjoy setting it back to them, even if it often falls short or misses the target completely. 

“Thank god you’re not on our team,” Tsukishima teases, as he watches the ball you set fall 6 feet away from him.

“Yeah, because I’d kick your ass. I know I’m a threat, and you should fear me,” you retort sarcastically. Before he turns away to retrieve the ball, you see him crack a small smile at your tomfoolery. 

However, after a few hours of getting up and down repeatedly to send the balls back under the beating sun, your head starts to pound. Your body is radiating so much heat it makes you want to remove your skin. You know it’s just a matter of time before you start feeling physically ill, as well. You loosen your cap and drink some cold water in hopes that it will relieve some of the tension, but you just feel the same.

You decide to lay down on the blanket, cap laid over your face to block out the sun. You don’t know if you passed out or if you simply tuned out everything around you for a bit, but you jump when you suddenly feel something wet and cold touching your neck.

You reach up to swat it away, thinking it was a bug when you hear Tsukishima’s voice. “Stop that. I’m trying to help you, dummy.” 

Relief washed over you to know that it wasn’t a beetle crawling up your neck but instead your stoic boyfriend pressing his plastic water bottle there to cool you down.

“Yamaguchi thought you died,” he brought up suddenly. “He actually ran to the store to get some more water after I told him to stop overreacting.”

You chuckle, picturing Yamaguchi already mourning over your body just because you were lying down with a cap over your face. “It’s sweet that he cares though, in his own weird way.”

Suddenly, the sky and Tsukishima’s crouching figure are in full view as he flicks the hat off of your face, feeling annoyed that you praised his friend and not him. “What do you think I’m doing, huh?” 

“Aww, do you want me to tell you how you’re the bestest, sweetest, most handsome boyfriend I’ve ever had the privilege of knowing, and that I’m so grateful that you’ve graced me with your help?” you whine in a sarcastic tone, making grabby hands at the tall blond hovering over you.

He slaps your hands away, knowing that if you get your hands on him, you’d squeeze his cheeks and ruffle his hair like you always do. “Well, that’s the last time I ever take care of you.” 

You know he doesn’t mean it and that, if you were ever in some form of peril, he would casually stroll rush to your rescue to make sure you’re okay. You hope that when you look up at him he can see how much you appreciate his efforts.

“Thank you, Kei,” you say sincerely.

“Yeah, whatever.” He sounds dismissive, but you can tell by the scrunched eyebrows and soft look in his eyes as he gazes down at you how much he worries about your well-being, and you’re genuinely grateful to have him be your unofficial nurse. 

you heard from some classmates that your math teacher was seen printing out math quizzes

*cue studious panic*

 you decided to completely skip lunch and use that time in the library to hit the books hard

your stomach was rumbling, your head was hurting, and your vision would become spotty if you stood up too quickly

you completed your quiz at the end of the day, but by then, you were starving and ready to get something to eat

in your panic, you forgot that you were supposed to meet kyotani after school so you could force him to go to practice that day (or else Iwaizumi would have your ass)

he heard your stomach make monstrous noises and when you let him know you hadn’t eaten, he looked more upset than usual to see you not taking care of yourself

“Let’s skip practice and get some food,” he suggests.

“What? So you can skip out on one of the few practices you go to? Absolutely not!” you reprimand.

“But you need to eat.”

“Look at you being a sweet boyfriend who cares,” you tease, watching him roll his eyes like he’s annoyed, but the pink hue dusting his cheeks says otherwise. “I’ll be fine. I should have an extra granola bar in my bag somewhere.” 

"Whatever, if you say so." He turns his body diagonally, a gesture you know means 'walk with me.' Kyotani has never been keen on PDA, but one thing you have noticed is that he prefers for you to walk directly by his side at all times. To others, it may look like he’s uninterested in you, but you can tell by how often his arm brushes yours that it’s his way of showing affection. 

You stroll across campus together, enjoying a quiet conversation with Kyotani about your day thus far. It doesn’t take long for you to reach the gym entrance, already hearing the balls slamming against the ground inside. You both switch out your shoes before walking in, him going to join his teammates and you finding a seat on the sidelines, seeing Iwaizumi give you a thumbs up for your job well done. 

You take a moment to search through your bag for that granola bar you mentioned earlier. After sifting through books, loose notes, and forgotten pencils and pens, you realize you have no snack to tide you over until the end of practice. 

The market is just down the road. I could probably go pick something up and be back quickly.

You wave Iwaizumi over, figuring you’ll tell him your plans while Kyotani is distracted so he won’t follow you out. You see his back turned to you as Oikawa speaks to the rest of the team, gesturing wildly with a volleyball in hand. 

As Iwaizumi gets closer, you stand up and immediately begin to sway. Your vision grows spotted, and your head feels like it’s floating. 

You hear Kyotani yell out your name before everything goes black.

When you wake up, the lights are beaming overhead as you lay in some sort of bed. Once you’re coherent enough, you sit up, looking around to see that you’re in the school nurse’s office. You pick up your hand to hold your still aching head when you notice a very angry Kyotani attached to it, already glaring at you.

Your mouth opens and closes repeatedly, not quite knowing what to say after you just passed out in the middle of practice.

"I told you that we should've gotten something to eat," he starts, growling out each word.

You shrink into yourself, feeling embarrassed that you've upset him and couldn’t even take care of yourself properly. "I'm sorry, Kentaro.”

He notices you plucking the lint off your shirt to avoid direct eye contact with him. His eyes close as he collects himself, realizing that now’s not the time to lecture you for something you couldn’t have predicted.

He sighs, standing up slightly to lean over your slumped figure, laying a kiss on your temple. He mumbles a quiet apology against your skin, feeling bad for snapping at you when he should’ve been more kind. He’s working on that, slowly but surely.

“Let’s go get something to eat,” he says, holding your hand while you stand slowly from the bed. You wobble slightly, Kyotani quickly wrapping his arm around your waist to stabilize you. You give him a nod when you’re firmly on your two feet.

“From now on, if you’re hungry, tell me.”

You agreed reluctantly, not exactly wanting him to worry so much but knowing he wouldn’t let you leave without your compliance. 

From then on, he always makes sure to check on you to check if you've eaten or if you need one of the many granola bars he now carries, and while sometimes it's annoying to have him acting like a mother hen, it's also very heartwarming to know that he cares about you that much. Not to mention, he’s saved your ass many times when you have to study overtime for another intense math quiz. 

the end of the semester was coming to a close and you were scrambling to get everything done on time

there weren't enough hours in the day to study for finals, finish projects, complete homework, and also take care of your human needs, like eating and sleeping

so, you just didn't sleep one night, opting to stay up with some caffeine to power through all of your work

at the beginning of the next day, you felt energetic and peppy, but as it went on, the sluggish feeling started to settle in

by the end, you were feeling absolutely exhausted and ready to drop at any moment

however, you still wanted to accompany Aone to practice that day, as it was your favorite part of your week

aone initially insisted that you head home without him, but he realized it might be safer to go with him after practice, just in case you fell asleep on the train

It feels like it takes ages, but eventually, practice begins to wind down, soreness seeping into each and every team member’s muscles after hours on their feet. A few of them are still practicing quick attacks with each other, but Aone is one more move away from passing out from exhaustion.

He walks over to you sitting on the sidelines, watching you take longer and longer between each blink. Yet, when he gets close enough, you still manage to give him a small smile that kicks his heart into overdrive, his face, no doubt, resembling a tomato because of the gesture.

He sits on the creaky folding chair beside you, taking gulps of his water to try to cool himself down. He almost chokes when he feels your head press up against his shoulder, hand resting on his forearm gently. Sitting still as a rock, he tries to take his mind off his cute partner cuddling up next to him.

"We should stop somewhere and pick up some food on the way to the train,” he suggests, doing his best to ignore the warmth filling his cheeks. “Do you want anything specific?"

You're silent beside him. At first, he thinks you're contemplating what to eat, seeing as you're very particular with your cravings. But when two minutes pass, and there's not even a peep from you, he looks down carefully to find you knocked out against his shoulder, face squished uncomfortably and mouth parting with each deep breath you take.

Aone never pictured this happening to him –mostly because he didn't think he'd ever have a partner who'd feel comfortable enough around him– so he didn't quite know where to go from here. He could wake you up to at least bring you home, but if this is the first time you've slept in over 24 hours, he didn't want to deprive you of more necessary sleep.

The only way Aone can think of bringing you home is to carry you all the way to the train station and... Well, that's as far as he manages to get, but future Aone will figure the rest out.

He asks Futakuchi to gather his things for him because he doesn't want to risk waking you. After some light teasing, he hands Aone his packed duffle and helps put on his jacket with minimal stirring from you.

Aone thanks his friend with a nod before turning to you and slipping his arms under you, one beneath your knees and the other behind your back. He freezes when you begin shifting around, but relaxes once you settle into him.

Aone waves at his team on the way out, with what movement he is allowed, and begins his trek to the train station nearby. 

His arms are aching after hours of practice, but it doesn’t matter, because you nuzzling into his neck with an adorable sigh gives him enough strength to carry you halfway across the country if he needs to. 

Written by: Luna

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