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sw1mmingfoolz · 2 years

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✨ seventeen's reaction when : you fall asleep on their shoulder ✨

requested? Y/N - 'svt/vocal unit (writing for 13 ppl is A LOT so whichever one you feel more comfortable with!) reaction to you sleeping on their shoulder <3 p.s. i'm just abt to catch up on the golden years smau ^^ you're doing such a good job, i'm so invested in the story hehe' -@h6ngs

content warnings: like one swear i think? probably more crack than it should be lol

a/n: you can tell how long this took me cuz hyyh was ongoing 🤪 thank you sm for your kind words! and for the request, it was a lot of fun to write. it might be more horrible humour than fluff, but regardless i hope you're happy with it :) have the loveliest day! as always feedback is very appreciated hehe, everyone's tags recently are super sweet and ily all very much. remember to drink some water and have a wee stretch 💞💞

seungcheol

almost screams when he feels your head slump against his shoulder because he finds you so ridiculously cute. ends up letting out a lil squeak and waking you up again but shushes you and has you lie back down so he can relish in how adorable the situation all is. takes a bunch of photos where he's pouting and all 🥺 eyed over you :')

jeonghan

teases the absolute shit out of you when you wake up so you'd never guess he spent the whole time cooing over you and looking around for something warm to cover you in. man's out here presses tiny kisses to your head and can't stop grinning and might even take the opportunity to whisper you praise he's a little too proud to say otherwise but when you wake up is all like haha am i that comfy 🤪

joshua

first thought is "adorable", second thought is "that looks horrible for your neck!" so he very slowly and carefully adjusts to lie back if possible so you can lie on his chest instead, wrapping you in his arms ("to keep you warm", he claims, which is partly true) and hoping you can't hear that his heart is about beating out of his chest 🥺 totally intertwines your fingers together and inadvertently causes you to nap way longer than you'd ever expected because he's so warm and comfortable!!

soonyoung

wakes you up getting excited and almost crying over cute you are. since he stirred you anyway he opts for picking you up to take you somewhere you can lie down properly if it's possible, wrapping you tightly in his arms and a warm blanket and telling you to rest well. relishes in cuddly time with you til he falls asleep too lol

jun

wants to chide you for not getting enough rest before anything, but honestly just enjoys the feeling of vulnerability? like you sleeping on him, in his opinion, is such a big display of trust it warms his heart. moves an arm around your waist so you can be comfier and sneaks tiny kisses on your face when he's sure you're deep enough asleep it won't wake you :')

wonwoo

rigid as a board, forgets to even breathe, just sits a flusteted blushing mess and occasionally steals glances at your peaceful face. you probably fell asleep watching him gaming or something but the moment he felt your head on him he just ceased all movement. god forbid another member comes in cuz they're gonna be met with frantic whispered panic lmaooo

jihoon

also a blushing mess, and when you wake up he tries to tease you but he's too flustered to do so all too successfully. he also takes the opportunity to tell you cheesy stuff he'd cringe too hard at saying while you were awake. you probably fell asleep on him while watching him write/produce because he goes for so long, and it initially makes him feel a bit guilty, but from there he realises he likes you sleeping on him and tries to bring you to the studio late more often (he isn't discreet, you start bringing a big blanket lol)

seokmin

also wakes you up getting too excited, but when you grumble and wrap your arms around him to snuggle up further he just coos at you and gives you apology kisses all over your face and head. cradles your face in his warm hands because he figures it provides you better support. you feel like a very pampered cat, especially with the way he pets your hair with his other hand :')

mingyu

either screams or almost screams. so ridiculously smiley about it. the members make memes about it and clown him about it for months (cough or years in jihoon's case cough) cuz they'd never heard him make such a sound before. can't resist wrapping both his arms around you, and if he's able he'll try to maneuver around the back of you to have you lie back on his chest. he figures it's comfier because he's broad (he's right).

minghao

another teasy member but he's probably teasing you while you're literally asleep just to distract himself from how flustered he is. takes a bunch of horrible photos of you from unflattering angles to send you later but accidentally falls asleep on your shoulder a week later and sees you get your revenge. spends the whole time wondering if he could reach your lips for a lil kiss but is too scared of waking you up to try 😭

seungkwan

first time he probably deadass draws random shit on your face with a pen as if he's a child and takes ridiculous photos. fears for his life every single day from then and legitimately starts struggling to fall asleep knowing eventually you'll get him back lmaooo 😭 otherwise likes to stroke his fingers through your hair and let you rest, maybe even taking the opportunity to whisper cheesy stuff he's too self conscious to tell you when you're awake 🥺 occasionally you hear them, but you keep them to yourself, for his pride and all :)

vernon

falls asleep on you too, pretty much immediately. the members have multiple photos of you sleeping on his shoulder and him sleeping with his cheek nuzzled into your hair. at some point your hands found each others' and it's cute but it also reminds you of those couple's remains from like pompeii or something where they're clinging onto each other 😭 he probably drooled in your hair accidentally too but you were both surprisingly comfortable for positions that looked so awful on the neck 💞 next time you try to aim for his chest instead though.

chan

so torn between being shy and making fun of you that he ends up doing nothing but flailing a bit, red faced and unequivocally in love with you. he appreciates how homely it feels, how comfortable and natural (even if you do make his heart flutter and probably always will lol) and how much you trust him in sleeping on him like that. eventually settles for trying to lie you against him in a comfier position so you don't get neck cramp and ends up caged in a koala hold. he's not complaining.

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bubuslutty · 5 months

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MIKE WITH A PISS KINK PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

tbh I've never really wrote for piss kink before the other post. but I'm exploring and dipping my toes very slowly into stuff (am I being slow? idk? anyway. who fucking cares.)

Mike is a nasty little freak and nobody can convince me otherwise. he likes having some power over at least certain aspects of his life, he likes being in control of things he chooses to control. not like paying the bills and going to work. cuz he has to? to live?

but he can have control over his gf. her body. her bladder. Just because he can.

so when he first was plagued with the image of his gf just pissing on him, his brain chemistry changed and he kind of wanted to make it a reality, trying without freaking his gf out and also without really telling her.

maybe it was him convincing her to let him fuck her when he knew she drank a bit too much water today and felt like going on the middle of him fucking her. maybe he'll let her go, maybe not, maybe he'll ask her to hold it in until he's done, she can wait, right? She can do it, she's a big girl <3

and maybe he'll hold onto her waist, dig his fingers super close to her belly button, press down a bit where her bladder should be in guise of him just holding her up, but really, he just loves her little squeals of panic and flinches, and not once does she tells him to stop, just whines and whines and moans while getting rocked on his cock.

And as soon as he's done and at this point, his baby is shaking and overwhelmed, he'll help her to the toilet, and help her sit and relieve herself while she's still. panting. and he's there, standing over her with a hand on her shoulder, so she wouldn't somehow slip and fall?

he's just a good bf after all, he has to make sure his gf is safe and taken care of <3

and then obviously Mike will take care of her, hop in the shower, wash her body for her and all, dress her up in some comfy clothes and lounge in their bed together <3

perhaps this keeps happening for a long time, his gf needs to go, but he needs her more than she needs to go, and how can she say no to those eyes??? and the cycle repeats until she realises that maybe he really, really, want her to let go.

So it happens then, for the first time, while in the shower, because its the perfect place to make a mess, and it starts off pretty innocent, just showering in silence, together, then washing each other's hair, giggling and slowly getting touchy until her back is to the wall and he's moaning in her neck with the sound of his hips snapping against hers echo in the shower.

And she doesn't tell him she needs to go, she just holds him tighter, wraps her arms around his neck and presses herself closer, he moans, and then he feels something, he's confused at first, terrified that he somehow hurt her because why the fuck is something hot dripping down her thighs, and when the smell hits his nose he absolutely loses it.

"Hah- Had to go, hm? Couldn't hold it in? Hm, baby? Fucked you so good you just-- Pissed yourself? Fuuuuuuuuuccckkk... Yeah. Yeah, you're mine. And I'm yours, yeah?"

his eyes almost roll to the back of his headand his rythm stutters and he snaps them harder, tries to get himself deeper, closer, all the while making the most debauched and pathetic noises he's ever made, he's so unbelievably horny he cums in no time.

and from that day on, everything changes.

#bubuslutty ask #bubuslutty writes #mike schimdt x reader #mike schimdt smut #mike scmidt fnaf #mike schmidt smut #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt x y/n #mike schmidt x fem!reader smut #mike schmidt x fem!reader

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mamamittens · 1 year

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The hug imagine was so sweet! Could you do one for the Redhair Pirates please?

Can do buckaroo 🤠!

I'm not actually familiar with all of them so I'll just do a few that I think I can get a good read on while I'm on lunch break, hope that's alright!

Shanks

Definitely a bear hugger but closer to like, a koala bear. Lots of laughter and cheer for a quick hug before dragging you to wherever he's going next. When he loses his arm this hug isn't quite as all encompassing but the warmth and enthusiasm remains the same.

Not really much of a super casual spectrum of affection (either he's willing to put his hands on you or he's not, end of story), nevertheless he does throw his arm over your shoulder or around your side depending on how much of a shit he's feeling like. The kind where his face is annoyingly close. If there's any shoulder bumps it's just moments before he grabs your waist to lean against you.

When he's being comforted he likes being allowed to bury his face in your chest or collar bone, especially if it means he has to kneel. Feels more... Emotional that way. That he can literally be brought down low and you'll be there, ready to rub his back and scalp in soothing motions.

Benn

He's old and tired and stressed all the time. So his hugs are a lot softer than his captain. A quick embrace, pat on the back, and maybe whispered greeting/affection in your ear. But if you want the hug to last a bit longer he's game. It feels nice to only concern himself with keeping his arms and hands where it's appropriate rather than the chaos of his crew.

As a much more casual gesture of affection, may I suggest Firm Shoulder Pats? It's quick! It's easy! It's way more reassuring than it should be! Benn's weapon of choice if he's in a rush or too tired for a proper hug.

If you're comforting him however, he likes to wrap his arms around you lower, like middle of your back or so, and just lean into you. Maybe hide his face so he doesn't see his crew making an ass of themselves. For a grumble groan of appreciation massage his spine and shoulders, maybe even his neck. He really appreciates it.

Yasopp

A quick grab around your arms as he spins you in a circle before setting you down and laughing at how startled you are kinda guy. Likes taking folks by surprise almost as much as the contact. Otherwise, he strikes me as a man that leads with his hands for hugs. Like, he doesn't plan on how he's going to hug you, his hand just settles on your opposite shoulder and then he decides to give you a side hug.

As a more casual gesture of affection have Friendly Pats. Where? Everywhere! Whatever he reaches for or thinks would be funny. Just like--pat! Pat! Hi! 😀

Being comforted himself, he tends to grip the back of your shirt from under your arms and curls into your embrace. Maybe when he's feeling a little better he'll burrow his face in your neck. No promises. He's quite comfy where he is and would like you to keep rubbing his upper back. It feels nice.

Uta (idk if she counts but here she is)

Because of the whole "Pop Idol" thing she's used to quick side hugs. Not usually a full hug kind of gal. Throw a quick arm over your shoulders and squeeze with a bright laugh before letting go. Tactfully long enough for a few good pictures but that's typically it.

Should you be closer she likes full hugs with a soft squeeze. Maybe patting each other's back. As a casual thing and less part of being a celebrity, she does a side hug where she presses her cheek against yours.

Being comforted she likes hugs that make her feel a bit hidden. Tucked away from prying eyes as she gets emotional. Just keep a firm pressure and she doesn't mind if you're rubbing her back or scratching her scalp. Let her hide her face for a bit longer. If you can pick her up she's very appreciative cause she can't stand very well when she cries hard.

Hope that works for you! Gotta get back to work lol

#one piece headcanons #one piece #shanks one piece #benn beckman #yasopp #uta one piece

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flaringfoxsoul03 · 1 year

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@silas-sullivan asked me this:

Alrighty! Thank you so so much <33 so sorry this is so long omg 😭

Im a pretty empathetic and helpful person! I like to help out whenever I have the chance, however i do have a bit of a short temper which ties into me being impatient in some situations ^^;; I always try to find the positives in things! I dont like to dwell on the could have beens or negative things much, even if theres some bad theres bound to be some good as well :) I try to stick to a who cares, we only live once mindset LMAO otherwise I do tend to be a bit impulsive which can lead to not that great decisions :,) SHBSJSJS (SORRY THIS IS SO LONG OMG)

Im 5ft! (I’ll be 6’3 someday,,, ONE DAY!! BAHAHA)

Hmm for physical looks, im asian-american! I have medium-short length wavy-ish? dark brown hair with the bottom half dyed orange! :) I have brown eyes as well. I’d like to think I look pretty masculine! (Or at least I hope so) I have a lot of scars on my arms ^^; and stretch marks on my upper thighs (which i think are really pretty :>> im a sucker for those) I have black painted nails aaaanndd,,, thats ab it!

Ouughh i LOVE styling outfits,, def sticking with the thin black sleeveless turtleneck+black sweatpants+combat boots tho (my fav outfit,, i love being comfy but also kinda cool 🏃‍♂️) I def try to go for punk?/intimidating ish outfits! I always end up sticking to black clothes LMAO but on other occasions I love sweaters!

Cant really think of any abilities or fighting styles, prob brute force or just being a sniper? as cool as swordfighting would be I do not have the ability for that BAHAHSJSJS If anything I think having smthn like shanks haki walk would be so sick

I love anything artistic! Photography, film, drawing, reading, music is a huge one(dont think i’ve gone a day without music JSBSJDHD), I love to cook as well! Im a big sucker for cats+birds,,, they’re so cute :,) <33 I enjoy adventuring and exploring new stuff! I dont like sitting still and doing nothing,, I prefer being on the go and doing lots of stuff :D I also like fruit (number 1 fav food 💪 RAAHHHH)

I dont really like super strong smells, really sensitive to smells for some reason 🏃‍♂️ I dont like eating mushrooms or olives that much, uhmmm- not a fan of huge expectations, or making decisions in a snap (BARE WITH ME IM SO INDECISIVE LMAO)

If you dont mind,, no fem!aligned characters? D: so sorryy

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I don’t think I’ll give you the ability to do Shank’s haiki walk, mostly because it seems way too overpowered for this, but I will settle with the idea of letting you become a sniper instead with armament haiki and observation haiki.

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I match you with…

Sanji!

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I feel like this would be a good partner for you, like the very best. Not because he’s a pervert with a very hopeless romantic flare to him, no, it goes so much deeper than any ocean in the world of One Piece

You both are almost always matching, or at the very least always complementing each other’s wardrobe tastes, you being more loose about what kind of stuff you wear. Occasionally Sanji will match you in comfy clothing, but more or less you guys are known to be stylish and very finessed. You sometimes do this fun thing where you pick out each other’s clothes for that day and needless to say, you both don’t hate when the other chooses for you

Loves to have you near him or even helping out in the kitchen, he could always use someone who won’t mess around in his kitchen and women are very much allowed in. Does end up allowing music to be played in less serious moments or a little bit on the quite side if he needs to focus, but he usually can’t say no to any of your requests

Can always be seen praising you on any of your hobbies in front of the crew and others, but in private he’s always trying to find a way to get some cuddles out of you while you might be reading, he can’t help it. You’re the only one who shows him loyalty outright when he needs the reassurance that you’re not just using him for what you want. Poor boy has been played enough, just let him win when it’s not in front of prying eyes

Actually prefers that you’re a sniper, makes it easier for you to stay hidden and out of a fight since your whole gig is to take out without being seen. But he does realize the disadvantage when you get pummeled into the ground and he couldn’t get to you right away because you were almost too far away. He now likes to stick closer to you in a fight so he can’t be so ridiculously far away, or at least be able to back you up when you need the help. Gets less anxious as you develop more skills and strength for far away combat to up close combat, but it never truly goes away after that first time with you being covered in blood getting punched into the earth like it was this brute’s last goal as he came up on the scene. He blames himself for allowing a woman of your caliber to get that badly injured

Is deeply enamored by all your beauty marks. If you let him when he sleeps in the same room as you, he’ll kiss every mark that’s available to touch. He wants you to never doubt your beauty, you are definitely a women to love with all of his heart. Maybe even get more serious and shows how much he loves all of you, marks and all~

Knows what it’s like to have a shit ton of expectations and never being able to succeed in any of them. What it’s like to have to make a decision that alters your life permanently, he’s done it. He comforts you by giving you a couple of options that make sense and tells you what you choose, he’ll back you up 100%. He can not not be serious about this, it drives him up the walls, he doesn’t want you to feel alone either. He’ll also offer long hugs to be able to soothe you, petting your hair as you vent out your frustrations about not being able to choose fast enough. To get better at this indecisiveness, he takes you to a fragrance shop on an island the ship is docked at the moment and asks you to choose before you guys have to go back for dinner, but he leads you how to make effective decisions. It’s still a learning process, but you’re getting better and he technically gets gifts from you as you pick out his new cologne

Definitely once in awhile you’ll butt heads, but a healthy relationship requires communication. Eventually you’ll make up by dancing in the kitchen to some slow music, swaying back and forth because the crew has gone to bed for the night. Sanji knows this where he can be the most vulnerable with you and you with him, due to the fact you both spill your undying loyalties to one another, promise acts of commitment for all of your lives you shall fulfill

You’re definitely the suave couple upfront, but on the flip side? You guys are romantics who never really left the honeymoon phase behind with how many dates you go on, giggling like little children on sugar highs no matter what the occasion is for or what you two end up doing

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The follow ups are:

Roroanoa Zoro

And

Tralfalgar Water D. Law

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That’s it for now! Hope you enjoyed it!

~Fox

#one piece #one piece sanji #black leg sanji #sanji x you #sanji #one piece zoro #one piece roronoa zoro #one piece law #one piece trafalgar law #law x you #zoro x you #roronoa zoro #trafalgardwaterlaw

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fischyplier · 3 years

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I just got this in the mail! I am so damn happy!

#markiplier #crankgameplays #unusannus #unus annus #merch #ahhhhh!#super cool!#the arms are little too long for me but otherwise it’s super comfy!#like and/or reblog!

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henry-and-the-seven-lords · 3 years

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Hullo! I just read the Ticklish MC headcanons and absolutely loved it! I was wondering, can you do the brothers'/dateables' MC refusing to be within 2 or 3 meters near them for an entire week after they tickled them? Oh, MC left a book in his room? Please place it in front of the door. Nope, MC will not sit next to him at the dining table, who knows what sort of torture they'll force MC to go through! Thank you!!!

Thank you! I am glad you enjoyed it! Sure thing.

This just seems so funny to me, and I am sorry but we got to have a sassy!MC for this one, otherwise I think they would be too nice to enforce it.

I am sorry that some of these are shorter than others. I really tried to make them all the same length, but some of scenarios I thought of were just simpler to explain than others.

Brothers Masterlist | Dateables Masterlist

Brothers Reaction to a Ticklish MC Refusing to be Near Them

💙 Lucifer -

He had poked MC 1 too many times while they were sitting on his lap while he was working. So Lucifer lost his lap MC privileges.

"My little Dove, how about you come over here while I work?"

That usually means "Sit on my lap please" but not today. Mc dragged a chair over and sat in front of Lucifer's desk.

He held his arm open for a little too long before looking up.

Cue annoyed eye twitch.

Fine if MC doesn't want his love, he won't give them any.

He tries to ignore MC when they talk as punishment, but that means that they eventually stop sitting in his office which he cannot have.

He kabedons MC in the hallway of House of Lamentations one day.

"I have had enough of being ignored. Come to my office immediately so we can work this out."

💛 Mammon -

MC is done with Mammon's unfair tickle attacks.

"Let's watch a movie MC!"

Ok, but MC is sitting on his single arm chair, not the love seat they usually snuggle on with him.

They have been doing this all week, walking away and ignoring him and Mammon wants it to end.

Mammon pouts and walks over to the arm chair and tries to plop down on them, but they get away and move again.

He keeps pouting and starts asking MC what is wrong.

"You can't just ignore your first man outta no where!"

MC explains that they don't like being tickled all the time.

Mammon understands and promises never to do it again...

But he wants to hear MC laugh and gently brushes their sides making them squeal.

He is going to have to learn the hard way.

🧡 Leviathan -

Leviathan's tickle cheating days are over.

Leviathan sits on a little futon while MC chose to sit in his gaming chair.

He left it alone, because maybe they just think it is comfy, but then he notices that they keep moving away from him whenever he get close.

The whole week they do this whenever the two of them play games.

"You know you don't have to stay here if you don't want to... I can tell that you hate being around me. You won't even get near me!"

This boy forgets about his evil tickles and thinks MC thinks he is a gross Otaku and they just realized it now.

MC then has to reassure him that they do care about him, but they are punishing him.

It is a long back and forth of MC telling Levi it isn't about him as a person, and Levi being sad that MC would punish him in the first place.

"I promise I will stop, just please don't ignore me like that again"

He is crying as he speaks.

MC is also crying.

It is all a very emotional moment.

Instead of tickle cheating. MC now sits in Levi's lap while they play two player games so they can snuggle. (Levi loves this, but is super awkward and embarrassed the whole time)

💚 Satan -

MC doesn't want to play Satan's little game when they always lose!

So when Satan asked them to sit next to him at a Council meeting, MC switched places with Belphie.

Well maybe they just wanted to talk to Beel... but then they keep doing it for every council meeting!

Satan was appalled. How dare MC not oblige his little game?

"I thought you always sit next to me at meetings MC?"

MC then lays it out to him. They don't enjoy being distracted and embarrassed the whole meeting and him just smirking.

He mentions that they could poke him back, but they finally state that he isn't even ticklish so why try.

"Actually I am ticklish. How about to make it fair, you meet me in the library tonight and I will personally show you every place I am ticklish."

MC definitely goes and now the game is really on!

💖 Asmodeus -

Asmo will not give MC a break with the tickle fights, and they are done.

One day Asmo, MC and Mammon are walking through the mall. MC can see by the look in Asmo's eyes, what he is about to do.

He then lunges forward trying to grasp MC in a tickle fight, only to have them step behind Mammon.

For a whole week MC puts someone between them and Asmo and he is starting to get frustrated.

They won't even let him have a hug for goodness sake!

"MC! I need to squish your adorable face!"

He waits out and watches MC go into their room to study by themselves.

He quietly sneaks in before pouncing on them in a hug.

"I get it if you don't want to be tickled, but please stop ignoring me! I would die if you stopped hugging me!"

The pair cuddle to make up for the traumatic week Asmo has endured.

❤ Beelzebub -

Keeps accidently tickling MC and MC has had enough.

This was all really a miscommunication.

MC still keeps some distance from Beel and he follows like a lost puppy.

"What did I do wrong, MC?"

They tell him about how they don't want to be tickled.

"OK. I didn't mean to. I'm sorry."

Beel really just wants to make MC happy so he won't even try to tickle them after that.

💜 Belphegor -

MC just wants a peaceful sleep with out Belphie attacking their sides.

Now when Belphie asks MC to nap with him, MC sleeps in Beels bed and makes him sleep in his own.

He is not happy with no cuddles.

He tries to wait until they go to sleep to sneak up and cuddle them, but they are always awake and get away from him.

This goes on for a week before he speaks up.

"MC, why are you doing this?"

He is very frustrated. MC explains that they are done with his sleeping tickle attacks.

"Well I can't help it if I am asleep."

Then MC says that they will just stop taking naps with him all together and he gives in.

"Okay, okay. I will let you sleep."

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years

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talent that runs in the family ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 2128

request?: yes!

“Being rooks sister and substitute him while he recovers and slowly start to fall in love with colson”

description: she steps in to replace her brother when he is seriously injured and ends up gaining feelings for his friend

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

“Thanks so much for doing this (Y/N),” Rook said over the phone. “I appreciate it.”

“Yeah, no problem,” I said. “But does Colson know that I’m...y’know...not a seasoned vet?”

“You’ll do fine.”

I refrained from reminding him that he didn’t actually answer my question.

After Rook’s accident left him out of commission for some time, he came to me to ask if I’d fill in for him. I jumped at the opportunity. Rook had taught me how to drum when I was young and, much like my big brother, it became a passion of mine. How could I turn down working with one of the biggest artists of the year, even if it were just for a short while?

Well, my nerves were definitely telling me I should’ve said no as I walked into soundcheck that day.

“Whatever,” I said. “I’ll call you after the soundcheck.”

“Hey, don’t be nervous. You’re gonna do great.”

I said my goodbyes and hung up. I tried not to focus on how big the venue we were playing in was as I made my way to the otherwise empty stage. I thought I was the first person to arrive until I heard someone calling my name.

“(Y/N), up here!”

I looked up to see the guys sat in a booth in the balcony. Colson was all but leaning over the railing, waving for me to join them. I had no idea how to get up there on my own, but luckily a security guard showed me the way.

The guys were eating pizza and drinking from plastic cups as if they were the ones attending the concert and not performing in it.

“Pre-show ritual,” Colson told me. “Especially when we have someone new joining the band. Sit! Have a slice!”

“Shouldn’t we be practicing?” I asked, but still sat with them. I didn’t want to completely mess up my first day.

“We have hours to practice,” one of the other guys I remembered as Slim said. “And we don’t really need to. We do this every night. A soundcheck is basically just to make sure everything is working tech wise.”

I just nodded, not wanting to point out that I hadn’t been doing this every night. I hoped that I’d have some time to figure out the songs before the shows.

Colson nudged me, bringing my attention to him. “Don’t stress. You’ll do great.”

I smiled at him, wishing I’d believe him.

After our small feast of pizza and beer in plastic glasses, we finally got to our soundcheck. I was so nervous that I kept messing up during the first song. My hands were shaking and I kept hitting the wrong drum by accident. My face was burning with embarrassment as I buried it in my hands and groaned.

Colson walked up to me, a sympathetic smile on his face.

“I’m sorry,” I sighed. “I can get this, I know I can.”

“I know you can, too,” he said. “Just take a breath, relax. We’ll try again when you’re ready. And remember, it’s just drumming. Rook says you’re great at it.”

I smiled at him and nodded. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I pictured myself back in my bedroom from my childhood, playing my drums super loud until my parents had to call out for me to keep it down.

When we started practicing again, it went off without a hitch. We did most of the setlist all the way through and did quick takes on the last few songs before our time was up.

I was proud of myself as the soundcheck came to an end. I was still nervous about performing during the actual show, but I felt confident enough in myself not to make too many noticeable mistakes when we actually had an audience that night.

I was walking to my car when I heard someone calling for me. I turned to see Colson running to catch up with me. Or rather he was taking long strides to catch up with me considering he was so tall.

“I told you you would do great!” he said, putting an arm around my shoulder and giving it a light squeeze. “It’s like drumming runs in your blood or something.”

I chuckled. “That’s what mom and dad always said too, but neither one of them can keep a beat to save their lives and no one else in our immediate family plays either.”

“You and Rook are the start of a long line of drummers then I guess.”

I shrugged in response. We both stood awkwardly for a moment. I wasn’t sure what else to say. His arm was still around my shoulder and I didn’t want to pull away and make it seem like I didn’t enjoy the contact because I definitely was not complaining about it.

I guess Colson also realized that he was still touching me, though, because he pulled his arm away and awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.

“Do you need a run to the hotel or anything?” he asked. “We have the tour bus.”

I shook my head. “I’m good, thanks. I have my car, and besides I haven’t even checked into the hotel yet so I should probably go do that.”

“Oh, yeah you definitely should. Get some rest before the show, too. It’s a lot more physically demanding when it’s an actual show, even if you’re just sitting at a drum set the entire time. I’ll see you tonight then I guess.” He turned to walk away, but paused and turned back to add, “What were you planning on wearing tonight?”

I looked at him, confused. “Uh...this I guess.”

I was wearing a hoodie and a pair baggy jeans and my most comfortable pair of sneakers.

Colson raised an eyebrow at my outfit before looking back up at me. “I mean, it’s definitely comfy, but I would recommend something a little less...well, just less. It’s going to be hot as fuck on that stage, especially with all the lights on you and shit.”

I nodded, taking note of this as I got into my car and internally panicked a little because I didn’t know if I even had anything to wear.

~~~~~~

A few hours later, after checking into my hotel room and promptly wrecking it by throwing my clothes everywhere, I was heading back down to the lobby to meet up with the guys. We were going to the show together, which would’ve been my first tour bus ride. I couldn’t lie, I was super stoked for it.

I was the last one to the lobby. All the guys were stood around, loudly talking to one another. You’d think they were just a normal group of guys and not a group about to play a sold out show in a massive arena.

Colson spotted me first. I smiled at waved at him. His eyes widened and his jaw basically dropped, which prompted all the guys to turn. Their reactions immediately matched his as they looked me up and down.

“Rook would kill you guys if he could see you right now,” I teased.

“Damn (Y/N),” Colson dared to say first. “You look...you look hot as fuck.”

I had decided on a loose muscle shirt with a bralette underneath since the shirt showed a little more than what I was used to, a pair of ripped skinny jeans, and kept on the comfortable sneakers I had been wearing earlier that day.

I giggled. “Thanks, but again, Rook would kill you for saying that. Also, it’s not anything super attractive.”

“You got a nice body,” Baze pointed out. “Anything showing it off even a little is hot.”

I could feel my face burning as I waved their comments away. “Okay, enough with this. We have a show to get to.”

We boarded the tour bus and started towards the arena. The guys were distracted amongst one another again, completely forgetting about me and my “hot outfit”. Besides Colson, who had come to sit next to me on the couch while the rest of the guys were already drinking whatever was in the mini fridge.

“Do you guys always get drunk before your shows?” I asked.

“Not always. Usually we get high,” Colson responded.

“Now that I can get behind. I’ll probably be less afraid if I’m high.”

Colson held out the joint in his hand to me. I took it and took a quick puff, the smoke immediately burning my throat and lungs as I tried to inhale it. Colson laughed as I started to cough.

“I still say you have nothing to worry about,” he told me. “You’re gonna do great tonight. You can’t even really see or hear the audience with all the lights and the inner ear pieces.”

“That’s even worse cause then I’ll just imagine how big the audience is.”

He put a hand on my leg, something I assume was just instinct for him to do to comfort someone, but the minute he made the contact I felt a jolt of electricity run through me. Colson quickly pulled his hand away and I wondered if he had felt that too.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that without asking,” he said.

“You can if you want,” I assured him. “I wasn’t mad about it or anything.”

Colson looked at me and I realized how blue his eyes were. Rook had always made jokes about how Colson could seduce any woman with just his eyes because they were such baby blues, but I didn’t really believe him until the moment I was looking in them myself. Now I was lost, completely forgetting everyone around me as I felt myself moving closer towards him.

The bus jerked to a stop, causing Colson and I to nearly be thrown from our seats. The guys started off the bus first, running towards the entrance to the arena as I could hear the waiting fans screaming outside.

Colson stood and offered a hand to me. “It’s showtime.”

~~~~~~

After the first song went perfectly, I stopped feeling nervous. Colson was right, I couldn’t see the audience in front of me, but I could faintly hear their screams of excitement over my inner ear piece. It was weird to have it in and not only hear all of us playing, but also the crew talking backstage. It was almost distracting, but it became easy to tune them out.

During one of Colson’s talking points in the show, I reached for my water bottle to take a sip. Colson was hyping the audience up, which made me smile a little.

“Before we continue the show,” he said into his mic, “you guys may have noticed that we do not have our regular drummer tonight.”

I immediately knew what he was about to do and I wanted to hurtle my drumstick at him before he went there.

“As you’ve probably heard, Rook was in a bit of an accident and is off recovering for the time being,” he continued. “So, we decided to get some family to fill in for him for the time being. Everyone, I want to hear y’all make some noise for Rook’s little sister, (Y/N)!”

The crowd cheered loudly. Colson turned to me and waved for me to stand. I glared at him, which I hoped he could see, before standing and awkwardly smiling and waving at the audience.

“All the cool drum shit you guys have been hearing all night has been (Y/N),” Colson said as he started to approach me. “She’s a bad ass fucking drummer, and she’s a pretty fucking cool chick, too.”

I was confused where he was going with this as he came to stand next to me, slinging an arm around my shoulder the way he had earlier that day after soundcheck.

“Which is why, (Y/N), I gotta ask: will you go on a date with me sometime?”

Slight embarrassment was swelling somewhere inside of me at being asked out in such a public way, but that embarrassment was overshadowed by the fuzzy feeling of excitement inside of me. I looked up at Colson, my eyes wide and a smile on my lips.

He lowered the mic so he could privately add, “I’m being serious. I wanna take you out on a real date. Just the two of us.”

My words were stuck in my throat, but I was able to nod in response. The smile on Colson’s face stretched so wide that I could’ve been convinced he was the one lighting the show.

“Okay,” he said, then lifted the mic to say to his audience, “Let’s get back to the show guys!”

#machine gun kelly #machine gun kelly imagine #machine gun kelly x reader #colson baker #colson baker imagine #colson baker x reader #mgk #imagine #request #one shot #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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sscoutregimentss · 3 years

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i know we as a collective society believe in gamer! eren supremacy. and yes, this is a good take. however, may i introduce to you: normie/fuckboy/jock eren with gamer/nerd gf. thoughts under the cut (safe for work, pg-13, also slight snk spoilers for season 3 and up!)

see, eren isnt necessarily a fuckboy. in fact, hes very loyal! he doesnt really think that way about any girls or guys except you. but hes popular romantically and had a reputation for sleeping around before he met you (not that theres anything wrong with that but ya know word travels fast across campus). plus, cmon the dude is in a frat, super hot and has a tongue piercing. he cant blame anyone for thinking he is a fuckboy bc he exudes the energy.

you are kind of the complete opposite. you dont really enjoy parties and you keep to yourself. you're a total wreck when it comes to flirting and your kinda oblivious to whenever people like you. you dont have many friends and are a bigger fan of 2d people than 3d.

either way eren finds you so so so cute. he first approached you at one of his frat parties. your roommates convinced you to come after she said that someone (read: connie) had a dance dance revolution mat, but you kinda just stuck around in a corner staring at your cup once you lost them. he looks you up and down-- your outfit was pretty cute, a short plaid orange pleated skirt, dress shirt, orange cardigan and black beret laying neatly upon your head. and your face... he couldn't help himself but try to talk to you. you were really anxious because wahhh scary sports guy you dont know but he was kinda instantly comforting? in a way? and he was freaking pretty. he looked like a final fantasy character--long haired characters were your type. the rest was kind of history.

a lot of people are shocked when they find out your dating bc you two are so different (some people are surprise eren “dates” at all) but no one dares question your relationship when they see how much eren dotes on you. he has so many polaroids of you in his wallet-- from the many arcade dates you bring him on where you decimate him at almost every game, you awkwardly posing in the hentai section of bookstores, or just candids of you being intensely focused on a puzzle in a game. whenever you guys go out to eat and somethings wrong with your meal, he'll send it back (in a polite way, of course, but hes still assertive.) or if you buy like a figurine and its misisng something hes marching up to the cashier stand for you. he always has an arm around your waist or is holding is hand in yours. sometimes you just cling onto his arm and rest your head on it (hes comfy!!!!! and you are always tired) your both pretty clingy, but you get kinda awkward when you two are around people you know so he just kinda subtly holds you as to not make a scene. its nice. hes comfy.

youve got dual monitors, a pc you made yourself, rgb keyboard, the whole nine yards. all your consoles are up to date and you keep a handheld system on you at all times. you spend most your weekends watching anime and movies and tv shows and your shelves are piled high with books and comic books. eren literally does not understand any of it. when you told him you built your pc he goes "you made all those microchippy things? youre soooo smart babe". when you talk about some of your weirder or more complicated animes he nods along but honestly he gets so lost ("so like, lemme get this straight, the kids dad's wife ate his mom?" "yeah but like she was turned into a titan so she didn't realllllly know it was the dads wife, but like she literally walks past this titan shifter so i think she knew." "thats crazy.") and he will never understand the point of otome games when hes literally right there. he actually has a really bad habit of getting jealous of characters you have a crush on but you just find it funny. sometimes he gets an ego boost when they look like him because even if they look like him he is actually real so they can suck it.

hes rlly supportive tho. erens a rlly passionate person and he loves you a lot so he pours a lot of passion into what you do. if you are into esports/fps games hes cheers you on all the time and does all the raging for you ("BABE THAT GUY IS STREAM SNIPING! HES STREAM SNIPING YOU HEY ASSHOLE STOP CHEATING OFF MY GIRLFRIEND" "eren he cant stream snipe me because i dont stream" "oh i thought that just meant cheating"/"WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL HER?" "eren its okay i can just report him" "NO NO LET ME AT HIM IF HE WANTS TO CALL YOU A BITCH I CAN CALL HIM MUCH WORSE" "um guys im gonna mute my mic for a second if you need me text chat") if youre into cozy games he likes to watch you play and gives you ideas on where to put things. like in minecraft he makes you put a second bed for him even though he doesnt play and he helps you name all your pets. you get a little less intense with cozy games so you sit on his lap and he lets his hair down puts his head on your shoulder and points at where you should place stuff. he still rages though? this is eren jaeger we are talking about. ("aw, she wont move to my island." "WHAT? who does that little ugly squirrel think she is? you think youre too good for MY y/n's island? i'll shave your unibrow off. then we'll see what island will want you" "leave hazel alone! shes cute!"/"dude that hamster guy with the glasses looks like armin" "graham? what? armin doesnt even wear glasses" "no no look at it more" "oh shit youre right") rpgs/otome games are kinda a wild card with how he acts. if its an otome game and the character looks like him he is more into helping you out because it reaffirms to him that you find him good looking but otherwise he is just sulking and calling them annoying ("princess y/n... i know im just a servant, but i want to be with you forever!" "pft. get a load of this guy. clingy much?" "its romantic! youre jealous.")

one of his favorite things to do with you is cuddle and watch anime. usually he lies his face on your thighs or chest while watching and you play with his hair or he holds you in his chest and you play with one of his hands while the other goes behind his head. he grew up on some of the classics like naruto sailor moon one piece pokemon and dbz but he never got super into it until he started dating you. you put him on to soooo many good shows (cartoons, anime, and live action) hes both a crier and he is a get-angrier(?). he gets mad on characters behalfs and you have to pause the show so he can rant about how annoying someone is or he feels so bad for someone so he has to take a minute because hes tearing up. he likes slice of life anime because the friendships <3 theyre so wholesome and they remind him of him armin and mikasa but he also likes shounen because it is entertaining to watch fights. he gets really into them actually. he also has this really bad habit of whenever there is a character with no parents or a dead mom he goes "oh same" or "welcome to the club buddy" under his breath. when theres a cute couple in an anime you both like guys get matching keychains of them unless one of them dies because he thinks its bad luck. his favorite animes are haikyuu, your lie in april and code geass.

you are equally supportive of erens volleyball career. you know all the rules because sports anime and you actually find yourself really liking it in 3d as well (it is lacking in bromance and screaming but you let it slide). you go to all his games and he always texts you before his practices. has a habit of kissing you before games and one day after he kisses you go "gg ez win" as a JOKE but then they like decimate their long time rival marley university and get into nationals (is that a thing for volleyball idk sports) so hes convinced its because you did your "gamer magic". now every time after getting his good luck kiss he interlocks your pinkies and you go "gg ez win" and he goes “yes.” because to this day he doesnt know what it means (he thinks googling it is like breaking the magic)

okay im gonna stop while im ahead BECAUSE I COULD TALK ABOUT THIS ALL DAY I MIGHT JUST GO AHEAD AND WRITE SOME ONESHOTS....

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mrsmount16 · 3 years

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Hey I was wondering if you could write a MM imagine where him and the reader have only gone on a couple of dates then when the announcement of the first lockdown is made he asks the reader to isolate with him? Then I was thinking while they’re isolating they’re experiencing a few Firsts with each other (e.g., cooking together, sharing a bed, movie nights, cuddles and kisses etc).

I didn't know how to write this without being super long and boring so I was going to section it off but hopefully it still gives off the same energy then a normal write lmao, also thank you for the request and this is such a good idea 😩. I didn't really know what other firsts to do😕 I haven’t proof read this either, so it could make no sense at all and probably have spelling mistakes but pls just power through it 🤞🏼

Warning: None.

Lockdown was being announced and everyone was panicking, the news emphasised on the amount of food people were buying and how there was no loo roll left but also about how relationships weren't going to work out due to being locked in the houses for all this time without seeing your significant other or because you was seeing them too much.

You had only been on a couple of dates with Mason, but you both knew that you wanted to pursue something more personal and deep and not just mess around for the fun of it. Thats why when he asked you to isolate with him you didn't hesitate to say yes. Even though the news told you otherwise of how to feel you simply ignored and couldn't wait to spend as much time with him as possible, building up a true connection between you both and making your bond stronger.

Cuddling and kisses and sharing a bed.

You arrived earlier in the day and had already taken your things to the spare bedroom and now sat on his couch, him on the opposite side. You guys hadn't stopped talking throughout the whole movie that played and eventually when it ended you insisted that you bought a takeaway for the both of you.

He agreed and when the pizza arrived you both sat at the table and had a slice, talking endlessly about random things like 'why colours are named what they are' and 'how were humans created'. After about an hour, it was dark out and just turned 9pm.

"I'm gonna get comfy and ready for bed."

"Yeah, I'll meet you up there in a few." He smiled and kissed your cheek, grabbing the box and walking off outside.

It was pretty cold out so you pulled on a hoodie and joggers, and you removed your makeup and cleaned your face and teeth and sat on the bed in the free room on your phone.

He knocked on the door and peaked his head through the door frame at about 10.

"You coming?" He gestures to his room.

"Oh yeah, hold up." You smile watching him leave.

He lay on the bed on his phone, lighting up when he saw you enter.

"You don't have to stay in here if you don't want to." He stated, watching as you climbed into bed next to him.

"No, I want to." You snuggled up next to him, resting your head on the pillow.

"I want you to, too." He put an arm around your waist and finally rested down after turning the light off on the bedside table.

You were both submerged in complete darkness, a tranquil atmosphere surrounded you both, the duvet lazily spread across you and your faces faced each other. His eyes were closed, but you lightly leaned in and pecked his lips causing him to open his eyes.

"Goodnight." You said, looking up at him.

"Goodnight pretty." He smiled, kissing you again lightly and resting his head.

You fell asleep in his arms, totally engulfed with his care and serenity, it rubbed off onto you. This was the best sleep you ever had in ages, and you wanted to do it a lot more.

Cooking.

"Hey! Thats not where the flour goes." You retaliated at Mason putting the flour on your nose, a sneeze followed shortly after.

"Oh, my bad." He giggled, sticking the rest of the flour in the bowl.

"These are going to be the best cupcakes you have ever baked."You said, mixing all the ingredients with all the strength you had.

"Yeah? I reckon by myself I could cook some pretty good cupcakes. With no help of Course." He leaned against the counter, his apron said 'world best chef' and he was covered in all ingredients that you didn't even know had to be in the cupcakes.

"Well, we will see about that once you taste my cakes." You smirked, sticking your tongue out at him and wiping a little bit of frosting on his cheek. "Got u back." You giggled.

He grabbed you by your waist and pulled you closer to him so your front's were together.

"You look amazing cooking.." He cheekily smiled.

"Not too bad yourself." You kissed him, he deepened the kiss and ran his hand up your back, until you felt a hard crack on your head and then an ooze of a liquid go down your back, mason was laughing uncontrollably, holding his stomach and near enough rolling on the floor.

"Mason!" You shouted, shocked and holding your head, "Did you just egg me?" You laughed, grabbing the egg that was on you and smearing it all over him.

"Two can play that game!" You giggled, grabbing flower and eggs.

Fight and makeup.

"No, I just don't particularly like her. You told me about what she did, she's a bad influence." He argued back.

"Oh, so she's a bad influence? So you think I would do something like that?" You scoffed. Your friend invited you to go on a walk around the park, and you told Mason but when he heard your friends name he instantly scoffed and shrugged his shoulders. He had no care about it and sighed, telling you to just 'do what you wanna, your choice at the end of the day.'. You asked why he was being so moody and he replied that he doesn't like her, and you understood why but because he didn't like her didn't mean that you couldn't hang with her. You did tell him that she did cheat on her boyfriend and you completely disagreed with her actions too but now he was saying she was a 'bad influence' like you was going to be influenced by what she did and start following her actions like you was a child.

"Its only for a catch up Mase, I haven't seen her in like 3 weeks. I haven't been at work remember and ive been locked up here."

"Yes, but anyone but her. We could go. I't doesn't matter, just go. Ill see you when you get back." And then he stormed off up to his gaming room, releasing all his stress on his games.

After about 40 minutes, you realised he was right, it wasn't just the cheating but she just overall was a bad person and you shouldn't have been encouraging such gossip with her.

You entered his room and put your hands on his shoulders, he looked back at you and then carried on his game like you wasn't even there.

"I'm sorry Mase, you was right. I can surround myself with much better people, and I will."

He turned his chair around so he was facing you and grabbed your hips to sit you down on his lap.

"It's okay, and ill go on that walk with you. Let me just finish this game." He said, smiling lightly and giving you a kiss which you returned.

Go-to support.

It was about 2 months into lockdown and your work had been piling up. You was stressed and so not motivated to do anything, even getting up out of bed was hard.

This day was particularly a struggle. You had to finish a presentation and only had today to do it, so you panicked and speeded it, finishing it as quick as ou could without caring about the outcome and just sending it off.

You sat at the kitchen table with your face in your hands, thinking about all the possibilities, will you lose your job? Will you get demoted? You just couldn't stop your mind from wandering.

"Are you okay babe?" You heard Masons voice from behind you and felt a hand on your back soothing you.

You couldn't hold it in anymore and broke down, whimpering and wiping your eyes.

"Mason I need a break from work, its so stressful and I think with the work I just did I'm going to lose my job and im just not motivated to do anything and I-" you rambled on, until he cut you off.

"Hey, hey calm down," He crouched down and placed his hand on the side of your face, wiping your tears away with his thumb. "Don't beat yourself up about it. It's happening to everyone now, im sure if we ask your work to give you some time for your mental health im sure they would let you." he smiled reassuringly.

"We?" You sniffed.

"Yeah, we. We're gonna get through this together. Now, it's always we." He stood up and hugged you tight.

Love and a movie night.

It's been about a 5 months now, and you and Mason had been going strong.

Mason insisted that you watch a movie tonight, sit down with some popcorn and snuggle up together. Of course you said yes.

About halfway in the movie, a conversation popped up about 'what would you do if you was a worm?' and you couldn't stop laughing, at both of your responses.

"Yeah, but I would definitely still love you if you was a worm." He joked, laughing with you.

You stopped almost instantly, looking over at him.

"What?" He looked over, confused.

"Did you just say that you love me?" You questioned, sitting up.

"You didn't hear? I love you." He smiled, chuckling.

you gasped, putting your hands over your mouth. He reached out and grabbed your face.

"I love you." He repeated, just for you to realise what he did, so you could know that it was real, to process the words.

"I love you." You stated, grinning from ear to ear.

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beau-tee · 3 years

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── Adam. Fluff! HCs

Warning. None, just me writing I guess.

Author’s note. It’s almost 5 am for me, I’m too excited to sleep. I need to practice my english probably incorrect grammar here and there,, so this too long. Just I love too much this beautiful man

愛. Adam despite his laid-back personality is an absolute gentleman, sweet and very protective when it comes to you, like a charming prince. He’s not a very touchy person at first but he becomes affectionate with you. He genuinely enjoys spending time with you though he isn’t clingy he is protective over you and will worry about your safety and well-being. Especially if you are careless, clumsy, or weak in which case, he can be a little bit fatherly towards you, feeling the need to take care of you. Of course, he’ll always make sure you’re taking care of yourself; that you’re eating enough and eating healthily, that you’re getting sufficient amounts of sleep and exercise.

愛. His kisses are deliberate. They’re gentle and sweet, it always feels right. Adam’s kisses last longer but are still gentle and in bed they can get a little more feverish and aren’t limited to just your lips. Eskimo kisses. The Father of Humanity invented them and you cannot tell me otherwise, probably because it requires less effort. He’s more a man of action than words and he’ll try his best to encourage you and support you when he can tell you need it. He’s also the best for raising your self-esteem. He’s always there to help boost your confidence if you need it. Adam seems to find happiness in simple things. He tends to approach things lightheartedly and this helps you if you are pessimistic or who sometimes can be a bit down.

愛. Adam loves to sit with you in peace and be completely comfortable together sitting in complete silence with stolen kisses and touch. Adam gives off an aura of serenity and it’s really comforting without him even trying to be. There wouldn’t be talking, just sitting side by side, enjoying the quiet and warmth your body radiate. And let him play with your hair. He can feel the stress melt away from you as you melt in his arms as his fingers twirl your locks. When he does it is always so gentle, his gestures are so delicate, you can relax every time he brushes you, you can fall asleep sometimes. Cain and Abel enjoy it too! Adam felt his somnolent little one start to nod off against him. He wrapped his arms around him and cradled him softly against him, stroking his head. And your hand stroking the blond hair of your cute Abel who lay on your soft lap, sighing blissfully, causing you to laugh.

愛. He is very considerate and observant and remembers a lot about you and is nearly perfect at coming up with presents for you which he will surprise you with gifts at random times, but especially any time he thinks you need cheering up. Mostly are simple gifts whether it’s flowers, your favourite food, or that pretty dress he saw you eyeing the other day at the store. Loves when you bring him lunch. Adam thinks your food is the most delicious thing ever. Especially when you can sweeten those sour apples of Eden. When you are baking he does enjoy helping you decorate your cakes and cookies though. Also with Cain and Abel stealing some a bit when you’re two not looking.

愛. He doesn’t mind PDA and enjoys holding hand, hugs and kisses kind of enjoys it if you are a bit clingy or touchy. Adam is quite direct. He may not seem like the type to say ‘I love you,’ but in fact, he can say it often and very matter-of-factly, no matter who’s around to hear it. Adam has no shame. He just doesn’t care what others think, he likes to hesitate to rest his head on your shoulder or he’ll come and he’ll lay his head in your lap without a word even as you are busy. Adam doesn’t get jealous very easily at all. He’s chill with everybody, he knows you love him and he has no reason to be really jealous, so he’d it’s not necessarily jealousy if someone was genuinely trying to piss him off. Adam will outright call the other person out, reminding them how disrespectful it is to mess with someone else’s partner. He thinks communication is key in a relationship. He’ll always talk to you if something is bothering him and he’ll expect you to do the same. And if you’re ever uncomfortable, no matter the situation, he’ll be there to help you.

愛. Adam like spending time with his children playing or teaching them things especially anything dealing with animals but even just different things in general like helping them learn to walk or talk or explaining how things work. Just imagine the small proud smile on his face at his son first steps. Adam and his sons rarely argue he is the type of dad that his children could talk to about anything, knowing that he won’t judge them and that he’ll always love them. If one of them would misbehave from time to time, but it might be a rare occurrence since Adam would be the type to talk and always explain why he is saying “No” rather than just say it and expect to be obeyed. M!AU；Adam is the most ‘cool’ dad. Like all of the kids at the school admiring him when he comes to pick his children up. They all just think he looks so cool and strong. But very gentle with the kids.

愛. Adam is not a morning person. He prefers to sleep in, especially if is with you. But always the only exception is when his family needs him or goes to job. Especially if you wake up earlier than either on needs you need just let him hugging and holding you from behind while placing his chin over your shoulder while wrapping his arms under your waist. Mostly Adam stays up just to make sure you fall asleep soundly and he’ll tend to watch you but not in a creepy way. He just likes to take in your beautiful sleeping face and bask in the fact that you’re actually sleeping with him. This makes him realize that you both trust each other fully and that’s when he’s the most comfortable falling asleep when you’re safe and with him. It’d be wonderful and I bet he’d be adorable to wake up next to him. That’s my fantasy.

愛. Adam loves animals. He talks to them all the time. Probably more than he talks to everyone else combined, except for you, of course. He’d love to have a pet with you. Very possibly a bunny. But anyway there is always a bird accompanying him or a small field mouse determined to following him. Adam would much rather read a book with you or go for a peaceful evening stroll. One of his favorite things to do is walk around nature with his family. Would enjoy taking his sons on long walks, carrying one of them on his shoulders, and talking about life. You two are holding his hand all the time, and the short man was rubbing his thumb over your soft hand. You only let go of Adam’s fingers when you wanted to see something up much closer, like the little birds perching on the branches to get closer to Adam and lean towards you or pretty butterflies. You slightly laugh blissfully with your cheerful voice expanding on the environment, which made the scenery most charming.

愛. His voice is absolutely beautiful. He’s amazing at telling stories to keep you entertained. Whether they really happened or not, Adam has plenty of stories to share. He’s spent plenty of time on his own and he’s needed ways to occupy himself. He also likes when you make flower crowns for him and watching you gently weave them into his hair before running your nails down his neck and shoulders. Abel loves to make you flower crowns. He will find your favorite flower and he will sit there for hours trying to make you the best possible flower crown he can come up with. Cain will act like he doesn’t care at first, but quickly practically demands that his brother teach him so he can do it for you too. This two are adorables! One downside though is that they will want to bring home the bugs and little animals they find. But once a time they brought home a skunk.

愛. Adam really enjoys it when you lays on top of him or lays with their head resting on his chest. Your head laying on his chest, and with his arms around your waist, head snuggled up against his chest his hands intertwined with yours. When he’s on your breasts it’s always super comfy for him and being able to hear your heartbeats. He also likes getting to hear it speed up every time his fingers brush against your sides and the small of your back. Adam loves hugging you from behind no matter the height difference, he just enjoys holding you close to you. Adam is a perfect cuddler. He’s strong, warm, and all-encompassing. Adam can kill for you. He doesn't need a reason to protect you and he will always love you. You definitely don’t have to worry about someone getting hurt because he’ll always protect you and your beautiful smile.

#shuumatsu no valkyrie #record of ragnarok #snv adam #Adam #snv adam x reader #adam x reader #adam x you #Cain #Abel #snv x reader #snv x you #SNV HCs #fem reader #reader insert #Platonic #Fluff #aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh it’s so hard to write platonic hcs for baby koji n jack #Beau. Writes #Beau-tee

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Things the hq boys secretly love pt. 2

WARNINGS: language

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CHARACTERS: Oikawa Tooru, Kita Shinsuke, Tendou Satori, and Terushima Yuuji

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part 1 , part 2

OIKAWA TOORU

• when you put makeup on him / use him as a canvas to practice looks.

• you would do it on yourself, but it's easier to follow along with the tutorials when doing it on someone else. plus it gives you an excuse to spend time with and be close to your boyfriend.

• oikawa will literally complain non-stop about how he doesn't want you prodding at his face with brushes and how all the products will make him break out. but the second you do a new look without practicing on him first he's offended.

• because no matter how much he claims to hate it, he secretly loves it. the brushes feel so soft and ticklish against his skin, and your touch is always so gentle and warm. plus, he's more than happy with the proximity between the two of you.

• as a comprise for letting you do this, you let him lay on his back on your shared bed (the lighting isn't great but at least he's comfy). you'll splay out your products around the empty bed space and then perch yourself on top of him, straddling his hips. you'll get super close to his face, bending down to hover over him, the palm of your non dominant hand pressed against his chest to steady yourself

• he's lowkey scared you'll feel how fast his heart is beating, but you never mention it.

• your face is mere inches away from his and he takes full advantage of this, stealing little kisses from you when you're least expecting it.

• also loves to rest his hands on your hips, playing with the hem of your shirt, finger tips lightly grazing the skin beneath.

• mf thinks its funny to poke your sides randomly to make you jump

• "tooru– keep doing that and i'll actually stab you in the eye."

• spoiler alert: he keeps doing it and you do end up stabbing him in the eye (accidently ofc)

• after you're done, he'll let you take as many photos of the look as you want. he even takes a few for himself because he's proud of your work and wants to show it off to iwa later.

• lowkey feeling himself

• if you thought this man's ego was big before hand...

• "i look pretty hot, don't i y/n–chan? i think blue is really my color."

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KITA SHINSUKE

• when you take care of and baby him, especially if he's sick.

• he's perfectly capable of taking care of himself, and both of you know that. mf is literally one of the most responsible people ever.

• but something inside of him just … melts when you dote over him.

• this usually happens when you can tell he's had a long and tiring day, or on he rare occasion he gets sick.

• you'll cook for him, give him a little massage, cuddle him, help him bathe, do his chores, anything to alleviate some of the stress weighing on him.

• his favorite thing ever is when you let him lay his head in your lap. will fall asleep in five minutes flat when you start playing with his hair.

• literally the second he tries to do anything you're glaring at him with your arms crossed over your chest, telling him to get back to bed before he makes his fever any worse.

• he'll insist that he's fine and can make his own soup / do his own chore work but will cave so quickly when you don't give up.

• man barely puts up a fight anymore, just let's you do your thing and accepts his fate.

• almost like he wants to be taken care of … suspicious.

• kita is a pretty self sufficient person, but he has to admit, it just feels nice to have someone care for him so tenderly. it shows how much you care for him.

• he likes to act all put together and stoic but his insides are complete mush when it comes to you.

• won't admit how much he secretly loves it, but he's sure to let you know how appreciative he is of you taking care of him. will never let your efforts go unnoticed or without praise.

• (but maybe don't baby him in public, poor boy gets so flustered and embarrassed)

• and don't think for one second that when the roles are reversed, and you're the one who's sick or tired, that he's gonna let you lift a single finger.

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TENDOU SATORI

• when you show him off in public or to your friends.

• the first time tendou met your friends was when you unexpectedly ran into them at a coffee shop while the two of you were on a date. you ran up and greeted them while tendou kept his distance, not sure if you'd want to introduce him.

• poor baby still has some insecurities left over from his childhood and thinks you wouldn't want to be seen with a "freak" or that somehow you'd be ashamed of dating him.

• baby boy could not be more wrong, you are so proud to be dating him.

• one second you're talking to your friends and the next you're dragging him over by his wrist to meet them.

• literally stands there like he's suddenly ushijima, just: 🧍‍♂️

• but then you lace your fingers with his and press and soft kiss to his cheek before you say, "guys this is who i was telling you about, my boyfriend, tendou!"

• now tendou has never been one to get flustered easily, but right now he's blushing like a madman. his heart swelling when you so eagerly introduced him as your boyfriend.

• and then your friends start saying things like "we've heard so many things about you" and "y/n talks about you a lot"

• he can feel his confidence growing by the second. even after your friends walk away, he's still riding the high of being bragged about.

• "you talk about me?"

• "duh, why wouldn't i? you're the best boyfriend anyone could ever ask for, 'tori."

• he swears he falls in love all over again right then and there.

• please continue to show him off, it makes him so unbelievably happy, even more so when you're not afraid to use pda with him.

• i just know this man loves pda

• used to be really hesitate when it came to pda in the beginning of your relationship. but, once he saw how unbothered you were when it came to being affectionate in public he started to get bolder.

• he loves having his arm wrapped around your waist or his hand in your back pocket at all times.

• he's never told you, but you've helped him gain a lot of confidence and see himself as more than a "monster" or "freak."

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TERUSHIMA YUUJI

• when you call or text him at 2am to go get food with you.

• it's become a common occurrence and at this point he expects to hear from you at least three nights out of the week. he's even started leaving his phone on full volume to make sure hears your call or text.

• will always respond.

• literally the second he gets that "you up? i'm hungry." text he's already grabbed his keys and is out the door.

• sometimes you feel guilty for waking him up, but he always says something like "i was awake anyways" or "i'm kinda hungry too, perfect timing."

• terushima yuuji was in fact neither awake nor hungry.

• but he'll be damned if you ask someone else

• one time you went a week without asking him to go and mf got so butthurt. was all like: "babe are you cheating on me? are you asking other people to take you to get food? i thought you loved me." (doesn't actually think you're cheating, he just likes being dramatic).

• he loves blasting music while you both sing at the top of your lungs with the windows down on your little convince store trips.

• it's just a miniscule little moment but it's makes his heart happy every time.

• 2am chats with terushima yuuji are next level, you can't convince me otherwise.

• sometimes when the two of you are too riled up from your trip to go back to bed, you'll find a park to eat and mess around at.

• the cops may or may not have been called once for a noise complaint.

• after your little night trips he'll usually bring you back to his place and you'll end up staying the night, giving him cuddles as a sort of thank you.

• even though he teasingly complains about you dragging him out, claiming "you owe me." he loves going out with you and would never even dream of making you pay him back.

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Congrats on 1k! You’re a very talented writer, thank you for blessing us with your work 🙏 I’d like to request a bodyguard!au with Jaehyun, with the prompt “you don’t need to leave so soon”, if possible! Thank you! -jaehyunfirstlove

pairing. bodyguard! childhood best friend! jeong jaehyun ✗ president’s daughter! fem! reader

genre. fluff, slight mutual pining, bodyguard au, non idol au, childhood friends to lovers au

warnings. implications of alcohol consumption, not proofread, super soft hours for our one and only jaehyun after reading this :(

author’s note. I LOVE YOU @jaehyunfirstlove AAAAAAH THANK YOU FOR READING MY WORKS I CANNOT STRESS HOW HAPPY I GET WHENEVER I SEE YOU IN MY NOTIFS YOU ARE AN ACTUAL BLESSING <3 omg i love this request so much i couldn’t stop smiling when i was typing this up so i really hope you enjoy this bby

“Y/n, you’re drunk…”

You burst into a fit of giggles, slapping gently on his shoulder while slightly wobbling in your stance.

“Nonsense, Yoonoh,” you slurred. “I’m only a little tipsy, thank you very much.”

Jaehyun rolled his eyes, quite unamused with your refutations while the grin on his lips said otherwise. Just earlier, you two were attending a social event hosted by the President, your father to be exact. As part of your social status as the President’s daughter, it was only natural that you also attend— not without protection, of course.

You’ve heard stories from your friend groups who were given bodyguards how they despise them, finding them too condescending, too pestering, or just downright too dull for their liking. When you were given the news from your father one day that you were going to be assigned one just like your friends, you dreaded it. You didn’t want to be suffocated within arms-length of their presence. You’ve heard stories and you don’t want to live like them. You’re young, and you want to be free. You want to be reckless, have fun, and just live your life how you want to, while also maintaining the noble status of being the President’s daughter.

But the moment you saw your best childhood friend, Jung Jaehyun, standing next to your father on the day you were to be assigned a bodyguard, you never felt so joyous in your life. It’s almost as if you struck gold in the mine— to know that your best friend, whom you’ve known almost your entire life, is instructed and sworn on oath to protect your life and being, it felt surreal, almost a dream too good to come true. You knew how he is, his limits and the lines in between his character that makes him whole to know that, rest assured, your life will always be in good hands as long as he is there.

The only thing he can’t guarantee as part of his bodyguard agenda is controlling how much champagne you could consume in public. And within just minutes of keeping his eyes off of you, he found you at the bar with two of your close friends bubbling with laughter, inebriated from the sweet intoxication of your drinks.

He lets out a quiet sigh. He knew he shouldn’t have believed you when you said you were only going to drink two glasses max for the night. With a firm but gentle grip on your waist, he maneuvers you over to your hotel bed, careful to watch your footing to prevent you tumbling over your steps again. Once you two were besides the mattress, he softly lays you down on the plush padding and removes the heels on your feet.

You let out a giggle from his sweet gesture, prompting the latter to look up in response. He raises his eyebrow. “What’s so funny?”

You shook your head, smiling fondly at your friend. “Nothing. You’re just so cute when you’re nice.”

He felt his cheeks heating up at your words. He was quick to get you situated in bed, leaving your side before you could notice his hasty actions. As he is about to depart from your hotel bedroom, your voice calls out to him.

“Where are you going?”

His hand stills at your doorknob, his body twisting back to face you. There you lay, body entangled within the white sheets to keep your flushed body warm. You looked at him with such vulnerability that he mistaken himself for committing a graveous crime to have you look at him like that.

“What do you mean?” he asked. “I’m going back to my hotel room.”

You shook your head, a subtle pout decorated in your lips. “You don’t need to leave so soon, you know?” Scooting over to one side of the bed, you pull the sheets away from the empty spot and pat it. “Stay with me for the night,” you whispered.

Deep inside the cavity of his chest, his heart rumbles with thunder, beating at the speed of lightning. He could feel his ears getting slightly warmer, the corner of his lips fighting their way to rise up in fondness of your adorable character at the moment. Surely, you had no underlying intentions other than wanting someone to cuddle with during this lonely night. So why is he all of the sudden feeling shy at your request?

‘We’re best friends,’ he thought to himself. ‘There’s nothing more to it; don’t get your hopes up.’

With careful steps, he walks back over to your bed. Kicking his shoes off and untucking his earphones away from his body, he nestles besides your comfy figure, blanket draped over him. He lays facing up towards the ceiling, too embarrassed to look at you. He’s never once been in a situation like this, especially not with you of all people, so he doesn’t know what to do, or what to say as a matter of fact.

He hears you giggling again before grabbing one of his free hands. His face jerks to your direction, eyes scanning your figure for any possible reasoning of your bold actions.

You grinned at him. “Why are you so shy?”

‘Because it’s you.’

He clears his throat. “Because… we’re lying in bed together.”

“And we’ve slept in the same bed before when we had sleepovers.”

“We were kids.”

“What makes it any different from now?” you asked. You scoot over to his figure before nestling into his broad chest, an arm wrapping around his torso as you basked into his scent, filled with musk, leather, and charisma that makes him Jaehyun. “I like your company, Jae, and that’s never going to change.”

There’s a saying that drunk talks are sober thoughts, and he prays to all celestial beings that it’s true because all those locked up feelings he harbored towards you are slowly starting to creep up into his heart. He loved you for as long as he could remember, loved you for everything that makes you. With the words that escaped from your pretty lips, he can’t help but see a shimmer of hope that his feelings may be reciprocated.

He swallowed down his thumping heart before tucking a strand of hair away from your face. Seeing your own pair of eyes looking up with him, almost as if filled with adoration for the latter, elicited him to give a soft kiss against your forehead without a second thought.

“And I love you, y/n,” he whispers against your skin. And he hopes that morning comes, you will feel just the same towards him.

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a/n: these have been in my inbox for a while, and I thought why not just get all of these into one big blurby bundle??? I think I hit the main things everyone wanted. Enjoy! There is smut in this fam! @dancinginblackandred @harryhiswatermelon

Lock the Door - Blurb Four - Harry and Y/N Play House

The semester was just about to end, and finals week was upon everyone. But that didn’t mean parties weren’t still a thing. Harry was hesitant to bring Y/N over to Matt’s, but she had practically begged him to bring her out.

“I need to de-stress, and his parties are fun.” She whines.

“I know, but...it’s a little awkward, don’t you think? Have you two even spoken so since you hooked up?”

“No.” She shrugs. “Doesn’t he know you and I are together?”

“I haven’t had a chance to say anything. I’ve been busy working on different projects.”

“Harry, please, bring me with you. I need to go out and have fun, and I’d rather have fun with you.” She pouts.

“God.” He leans in to kiss her. “You make it really hard to say no...”

It’s a chilly evening, so Y/N clings to Harry’s arm as they walk. The smells of weed and alcohol fill their nostrils as they walk into the apartment. Harry finds a place to put their coats, and the second he finds Y/N, Matt has already backed her up against a wall, clearly uncomfortable. Harry rolls his eyes and comes onto the scene. He yanks Matt back by the collar of his shirt.

“Yo, what the fuck, Harry?”

“She’s got a boyfriend, mate.”

“Oh really, who?” He crosses his arms.

“Me.” Harry takes a step closer, getting in his face.

“Harry, relax, I was just about to tell him.” Y/N says, hoping a fight isn’t about to break out.

“Whatever.” Matt rolls his eyes. “Her and loose cunt are worth it anyw-” Smack.

Y/N gasps as Matt hits the floor. Harry looks down at his knuckles and then to her. She grabs him and pulls him into the kitchen to get some ice. She moves people out of the way as she does so. She gets some ice from the freezer and finds a cloth to wrap it in.

“You didn’t have to do that.” She says, not looking up at him.

“Don’t even start, you heard what he said.”

“I did.” She looks up at him. “You should have let me punch him.” She winks, and he hooks an arm around her to hug her close.

“Harry, did you just punch Matt?” One of his other friends asks.

“Yeah, he was talking shit about my girlfriend, is that a problem?”

“Nope, just wanted to confirm it was you.” He shrugs. “Didn’t know if we needed to kick some random out.”

“Nah,it was me.”

Finals week was busy as fuck. This would be the last week Harry and Y/N would have until they’d both be going home for for the holidays. Sure, they’d be coming back two weeks later to be on campus for winter break, but still. Y/N just had projects or presentations, nothing she really needed to study for. But Harry was either in the computer lab working on a larger screen for his graphic design stuff, or down at the studio painting.

Every time she looked over at his empty bed she was sad. He’d come home super late and would be too tired to even crawl into bed with her. One night she decides to order a small pizza and bring it down to him. It was kind of creepy going into the studio so late.

“Harry?” She squeaks as she goes into the room she knows he paints in.

“Y/N?” He looks up and rubs his eyes. “Did you walk down her by yourself? It’s late.” He frowns.

“Had my keys in my hand the whole time.” She smiles. “I brought you some pizza.”

“Aww...” He takes it from her and kisses her cheek. “Thank you.”

“I feel like I haven’t seen you all week.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” He sighs and grabs a slice. “My graphic design stuff took longer than I thought so I’m frantically trying to get things done here. I know you wanted to spend time together before we’re both gone for two weeks.”

“It’s okay, I understand. Wanna show me what you’ve been working on?”

He nods and walks her around to the different drawings and paintings. He explains the choices he made for each one. She was in awe of him.

“You’re so talented, I can’t get over it.” She wraps her arms around his waist and nuzzles into his chest. “Miss you.” She mumbles.

“Fuck, and I still have so much to do...otherwise I’d come home now.”

“Any chance of you taking a break?” She looks up at him.

“What kind of break.” He smirks.

“Are there cameras in here?” She looks around.

“Not in the rooms no, just in the halls. Are you suggesting what I think you are?”

“Could be fun?” She smiles.

He grabs her by the hips and lifts her onto the table. She giggles while he hooks his fingers into her leggings.

“I’m very surprised by you.”

“Thought you knew by now that I’m not some goody goody.”

“I know, but this is like...really cool.” He kisses her as her hands work his belt and zipper.

Harry slides her leggings down and leaves them around her ankles. He runs his fingers over he slit and moves her panties to the side. She groans into the kiss as he pushes his fingers inside her.

“Still need to be quiet, I may be the only one in this room, but I’m not the only one in the building.”

“Okay.” She whispers.

“I don’t have any condoms with me, shit.”

“In my jacket.” You nod over to it.

Even though they both had been intimate a million times at this point, neither of them had been tested, so condoms were still a good idea. They both agreed to go to the doctor when you’re home.

“You thought of everything didn’t you?” He smirks as he rifles through her jacket pocket.

He rolls the condom on his hard cock and pulls her a little closer. her head rolls back the second his tip starts to push inside. Her legs wrap around his waist to get him even closer. She clings to him, nails digging into his back. The room was filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing and panting.

“Shit, I’m...I’m not gonna last very long...” He groans. “You feel too good.”

“It’s okay, just touch me.” She leans back on her elbows, and his hand immediately starts rubbing her clit, while his other clutches to her hip.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He grunts.

She loved making him feel this way. He also just knew exactly what to do with his hands. Her release was coming just as quick. She bites her bottom lip and put her forearm over her mouth to stifle her moans. He loses it when she does. They stay like that for a moment until they both catch their breaths. He pulls out and finds a garbage can for the condom. She hops of the table and pulls her leggings back up.

“I hope your phone’s charged.” He says to her.

“Why?”

“Because I still have work to do, and no way am I lettin’ yeh walk back by yourself. So sit and get comfy, okay?”

“Alright.” She shrugs, too fucked out to argue. She grabs a slice of pizza and sits as he gets back to painting.

As she watches him it dawns on her that she’s totally and completely in love with Harry. She almost chokes on her pizza just thinking about it. She couldn’t tell him, could she? Would it make things weird? What if everything went wrong?

“Y/N?” Harry turns around to look at her, leaning against the table.

“Yeah?”

“I, uh, I love you.”

“I love you too, Harry.”

“Cool.” He smiles and turns back around.

“Cool.”

Y/N was happy to be back on campus, especially since she had her entire apartment alone with Harry. Liv and Chris didn’t have a reason for being on campus. Y/N got an easy job working for admissions answering calls, emails, and sending out mail. Harry would usually get back from basketball practice when she’d be getting home from work. They’d cook together a lot, it was great.

“Hey...” He was looking around your shared room. “What if we pushed our beds together like Liv and Chris?” He turns to look at you.

“We can’t.”

“Why not?” He frowns.

“Because...well...I finally told my parents we were sharing a room like I said I would...they weren’t thrilled, but they understood with Liv and Chris. But...”

“You still haven’t told them we’re together?” He sits down next to her, clearly disappointed. “I told my mum...”

“I know, I’m sorry. I just have this fear that they’ll yank me out of here if they knew. They like you, I just think they wouldn’t understand. I mean, to them it’s like we’re playing house at a really young age.”

“So they don’t mind we’re sharing a room?”

“They’re annoyed, but they’re dealing with it. I’m sorry, Harry. I’ll tell them, I just can’t yet.”

“Well, they always call before they visit. Why not push ‘em together, and then we can separate ‘em when they come?”

“Oh, so you don’t like being pressed up against each other all night anymore?” She jokes.

“I love it, but it would be nice to have a bit more room to spread out.” He kisses her. “Don’t you think?”

“I suppose.” She kisses him.

“Are you able to come to my game tomorrow?”

“Mhm.” She smiles. “And I’m gonna drive out to your away game this weekend. I’ll be like your personal cheerleader.”

“You’re the best.” He squishes his nose to yours and gives you another kiss.

Harry had gotten Y/N a sweatshirt with his last name and jersey number on it for her to wear to his games. A lot of the guys did that with for their girlfriends. She was happy to wear it. She looked extremely cute sitting in the stands. She waved to him and blew him a kiss. He was a starting player, so he was very busy.

She had completely forgotten the dance team would also be there in their skimpy outfits. Harry wasn’t allowed to chat between quarters, coach’s rules, but that didn’t apply to the dance team girls. Y/N felt annoyed when she saw him laughing with a couple of them. He looks up at her and waves though, taking all jealousy away. He only had eyes for her and she knew that.

“Woo! Go Harry!” She would cheer and clap for him, especially when he made a basket.

The team won the game, it was very exciting. Y/N knew it was okay to go onto the court when she saw the other girlfriends go down to their boyfriends. She races down the bleachers and practically jumped into his arms. He spun her around and kissed her.

“Sorry.” He sets her down and lets her go. “M’all sweaty. Might shower quick.”

“Please, don’t ever apologize. You know I think you look hot like this.” She runs her hand up his tattooed arm.

“H, meet us downtown in an hour to celebrate.” One of the guys says and he nods.

“Feel like goin’ out?”

“Where to?”

“One of the bars.”

“But...we’re not twenty-one yet.”

“They’re cool with us during winter break usually. They’ll just stamp our hands. Then we’ll go back to Pete’s for a real party.” He grins.

“Sounds good to me.”

Harry looks around and sees not many people going into the locker room, and tugs you to walk in there with him.

“Harry.” She whispers. “Isn’t your coach still here?”

“You mean my female coach whose office is in the women’s locker room?” He cock’s an eyebrow at you. “Think we’re good. I need to shower and it’ll take too much time to go all the way back home.”

“I know you don’t think I’m getting naked in here.” She crosses her arms.

“Oh, so you’ll fuck me in the studio, but not in here?”

“Nope, sorry. It stinks in here. But...we’re gonna drive downtown right?”

“Yeah.”

“So...shower quick.” She winks and leaves the locker room.

Harry does so and meets her back in the main part of the gym. They walk out to his car and she immediately climbs into the back seat. He smirks and starts the car up so it can get warm. He joins her in the back.

“See.” She says straddling him. “Isn’t this better?”

“Mhm.” He kisses on her neck. “I love seein’ yeh wear this sweatshirt.”

“I love wearing it.” She rolls her hips down on his. She feels him growing hard against him. “You have no idea the torture of watching you play, and get all sweaty, and see your muscles and just everything about you out there.”

“I thought it was torturous watchin’ me paint?” He says against her neck as he tugs the sweatshirt off her.

“It is, it’s all torture. My biggest problem with you is that you’re too sexy, Harry. Everything you do is hot.”

“I could say the same for you.” He unhooks her bra and shoves his face into her chest and groans. “This is my favorite place in the world.” He mumbles, making her giggle. “Right between.” He kisses on one of her breasts. “These big.” He kisses on the other. “Tits.” He licks around one of her nipples and sucks it into his mouth. She rolls her hips on his again, grinding against his hard-on.

She reaches for the button on his jeans and the hem of his shirt. It was clear she wanted him naked. He rips his shirt off and tugs his jeans down. She gets hers off as well. He takes her gets her fixed on all fours. She thinks he’s about to stick it in, but she jolts when she feels his tongue.

“Just need to taste yeh first, that alright?”

“Mhm.”

His tongue works from her clit all the way up dangerously close to her other hole. His tongue enters her center while his thumb works her clit.

“Harry, please, fuck me.” She groans. “Need your dick, please.”

He pulls away from her lines his dick up with her and pushes in. They both sigh with relief. They had been using condoms less since they both came back clean.

“You feel so fuckin’ good.” He moans.

“So do you, so big.” She bites her bottom lip.

The windows in the car got foggy, and they could barely hear the music coming from the radio from how loud his skin was slapping against her. His balls were hitting against her clit just right.

“Oh my god, fuck, don’t stop.” She moans.

He moves faster and faster, and he feels her tighten around him. She lets out a moan of his name as she releases around him. He pulls out to come on her ass. She was panting and collapses onto her stomach. Harry grabs a towel from his gym bag to clean her up.

“Thanks.” She breathes.

He hums his response as she flips over. He pulls her panties and jeans up her legs for her and she smiles big at him.

“I love you.”She says.

“I love you too.”

They both finish getting dressed and drive down to the bar. Y/N liked Harry’s basketball friends, they were really nice. Some even had boyfriends. They all order some nachos and other junk food to split.

Y/N knew as soon as the semester started the little bubble they were in would burst, but for now all was good. Her head was leaning on the shoulder of the guy she was absolutely smitten with. Harry Styles was in a monogamous relationship for the first time in his life, and he couldn’t be happier.

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imnotwolverine · 3 years

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The Accidental Family - Chapter 1

Henry Cavill x OFC multi-chapter

Chap 1 - Coming Home | Chap 2 >

Disclaimer: Fluff, some strong language

Word count: 2.364

Author’s note: Are you ready for some confused Henry-fluff, my baby sweets? I really could use something to focus on now we’re in full lockdown during the Christmas days *ugly cries* -- So, dear fellow quarantine babies: I hope you’ll enjoy the story!

Also, special thanks to my babe @darkbooksarwin for helping out with giving shape to this story and pointing me at some of the technicalities of brain injury and memory loss. ❤️

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Say. What would you do if you’d one day wake up without a single memory of the last five years? Would you be like super soldier Hardcore Henry, defeating an army of bad guys? Would you return to the world in white robes, to help Hobbits on their journey to destroy one evil piece of jewellery? Or, would you perhaps be bed-ridden while you’re forced to watch yet another re-run of the Price Is Right on one far too small hospital tv?

Well, for Henry it was unfortunately the latter.

And where he had been ever enthusiastic to get back to work and pick up his life, the doctors thought otherwise, their voices all agreeing on one thing; he had to “take it easy”.

Take it easy? Take it easy?! He had just skipped five years of his life! Let’s be real now! One cannot “take it easy”, when one moment you’re the main character of one of Netflix’s hit series, working 14 hour workdays, only to find yourself bedridden the next. Didn’t they need him? Didn’t they need Superman? Geralt? ..Him?

It felt a bit like he had been the first Doctor to step into the Tardis. Confused, but sharp of mind. Or, perhaps the Gandalf comparison was better; he had fought the Balrog of Khazad-dûm - or in his case some ghost riding idiot on the M5 on his motorcycle, only to return to the world as a different person..in a different time, the past five years a bit of white noise in the back of his brain.

The one clear differentiation between him and Gandalf’s return being, that Henry had not lost “the One Ring”, but gained one, his left ring finger now sporting a pretty golden band that matched the one on the restless hands of the woman driving him home right this moment.

Returning his attention to her, he watched her, her fingers drumming on the steering wheel as her stormy blue eyes zipped over the chaotic traffic of the London city streets, her teeth biting in focus on her lower lip.

She was his wife, apparently - a thought that both amused and frightened him. How in the hacking hell could he not remember having a wife?

Henry had always been good with people. Remembering faces, names, little details. But with her? His wife? He couldn’t even remember where or how they'd met. Matter of fact: he couldn’t remember any woman with this kind of sweet, heart shaped face, her eyes the shade of midnight blue and her hair so golden it might have been woven by Rumplestiltskin herself.

This whole thing was rather absurd.

Had someone told him he would one day wake up in a hospital bed sporting grey streaks in his hair and a scar the size of a small coin on his skull, the memories of his past 5 years erased, he’d have laughed hard.

But, hello there new Henry, here you are.

Scratching at the edges of the itchy scar, Henry leaned into his arm, his aquamarine gaze quietly studying the blond woman.

*scratch scratch*

‘He-hey, don’t touch that.’ The blondine admonished, blindly swatting her hand in the direction of his shoulder - and missing - before she quickly reverted her attention back to the traffic, her foot pressing a bit too fiercely on the gas pedal, making the both of them jolt back in their seats.

‘WOA. CALM DOWN WOMAN.’ Henry gripped for the dashboard and gave her an exasperated look, her lips offering him a quick apologetic smile.

‘Sorry. You usually drive.’

There it was again, one of those strange references to a life he couldn’t remember. A life that included stacks of family pictures and a car with kids seats and the smell of baby wipes and fake forest mint - he’d get rid of that stupid air refreshener the moment he could.

‘Come on…’ His wife grumbled at the traffic, her lips turning in a pout of pure focus as she tried to push the nose of the car between two sporty low riders on the right lane. ‘MOVE BITCH.’

Henry’s eyes widened at her words, the both of them laughing before she could apologise again.

‘Good gods woman. And how often DID you drive?’

‘Not too often. You were ever the gentleman.’ Her tongue poked out in sheer focus as she managed to squeeze the van into the new lane, a triumphant sigh escaping her lips before she looked back at him, making them both grin.

‘You okay, babe?’ She asked, halting the car again as they had to wait for a red light.

Babe. The simple word made his heart flutter ever so slightly, though he still wasn’t sure whether that was a good thing. An unease settled in his stomach as he looked ahead, the traffic a long string of red chimy lights that sparkled in the dusk of this cool May night, small pools of rain water mirroring the ache he must have caused this woman, his wife. Even as she now offered him a warm, sweet smile, he could see the tired hollowness that burnished her pretty face with dark eye circles and pale skin.

Henry wondered if SHE was okay, but then again..was he? He sighed and tried to relax as the car awoke again under the nervous press of her foot, his hand staying splayed out on the dash as he prayed to all that was holy that he wouldn’t get into yet another mind erasing traffic accident.

One was more than enough, thank you very much.

The night had wrapped the familiar Mews houses in a blanket of drab darkness and, as Henry waited for his wife to fight with the door lock, he could hear the hum of engines in the distance, this area about as quiet as you could find in the middle of London.

At least that hadn’t changed.

Smiling a little, he returned his attention to all the details he had somehow missed so much. The dents in the blue front door. The lock that wouldn’t budge before you’d twiddle with the key a little. And his trusty four pawed friend at the other side, nails tapping excitedly at the hardwood floors.

Home.

With a strange ache in his heart Henry followed the blonde woman into the house, her hand flicking over the light switch before Henry was attacked by a flurry of furry warmth and doggy licks.

‘KALLL! Kal, Kal, Kal! Hey good boy..’ Henry smiled as the large Akita near jumped up in his arms, excitement making the dog roll over onto his shoes, his proffered belly begging for a good scratch. Henry bent over to do just that, only to find himself grasping for his head as a sharp pain rushed up his scalp, a loud ring in his ears making him flinch.

‘Ah..!’ He exclaimed softly, but it wasn’t soft enough for the woman to miss, her feet quickly stepping back to him as she coddled him with soft finger strokes and gentle words.

‘Heyyyy..hey..calm.’ Henry could hear the slight worry in her voice, and he fought hard to open his eyes to at least look at her, unfamiliar love and care sparking between the both of them. ‘It’s okay.’ She breathed. ‘You’re okay. Let’s just..eh..get you up to bed, yea?’ She quickly stepped back and licked her lip, unsure of how to proceed with her stranger-of-a-husband.

Henry felt another painful jolt ring up through his skull, and so he could only nod in defeat, eyes clenching closed as he let the woman lead him up to the master bedroom.

Before long he was safely wrapped in the familiar smell of his own sheets, the bedroom a safe haven that had changed little except for the signs of a person that had slept on the other pillow, her smell still lingering.

That same smell now stepped into the doorway in the shapely appearance of dark jeans with hastily washed off toothpaste stains and a comfy cable knit sweater, long blond tresses cascading over her shoulders. She had taken the moment to get rid of their jackets and calm down Kal.

‘You comfortable? I’m just going to message the day nurse to give her an update on...’ The woman hesitated, and then simply shrugged.

‘Yea, thank you,..eh..’ Henry felt a lump form in his throat as he realised he couldn’t remember her name, his face turning a blank at the rise of her mischievous eyebrows.

Shit.

‘Say now Mr. Cavill, have you forgotten my ..name?’ Her tired lips curled up in a smile.

‘I …’

It’s like she was making him sweat on purpose, her smile growing ever so slightly.

‘Bee?’ He tried.

She chuckled, a silent relief unclenching the tightness in her shoulders. ‘Well there’s one thing you remember. Or did you pick that up when I was on the phone?’

‘It was the phone.’

She sighed, knowing it had been too good to be true, her head shaking. ‘Shucks. Anyways. It’s Phoebe, or Feebs. Though Bee is the general “go to”.’ She marched out to the larger dresser, her fingers quietly clicking open one of the doors to retrieve some fresh linens. ‘And I used to call you Bear, in case you wonder. But eh, I guess that’s for another time.’ She heaved the pile of white cotton in her arm and gave him a puzzled look. ‘Or, maybe never.’ She quickly turned on her heel, her lips barely managing to hide the sadness that licked at her words.

Henry smiled gently. ‘Thank you Phoebe-Bee.’

Her shoulders tensed up again. ‘I’ll..eh..be in one of the other -’

‘Wait, you’re not sleeping..?’ His voice trailed off as he looked at the slightly tousled sheets and pillow next to him - he knew she used to sleep there.

‘No, no. I’ll be right next -’

‘You can sleep here if you want.’

He had hoped the words would bring her comfort, but all he released was sorrow, a single tear sliding down her cheek as she looked over her shoulder at him.

‘I-I...oh, fuck, this is so silly.’ She quickly wiped the tear away, her body turning back again so she could hide the anguish that wrecked behind her light hearted facade. ‘I’m sorry, let’s just..’

‘Phoebe,’ Henry pleaded, earning a soft sniffle from her. ‘hey. Come now sweetheart. Come here.’

And like he hoped, these dark chocolate words did bring some sort of comfort, a short chuckle escaping her lips as she slowly shook her head. ‘You used to say that a lot.’

‘Well, you bet I did! And if you keep crying like that, I’ll come over to you instead!’ He pushed the sheets off, revealing his black boxers and two muscular long legs.

For a moment he could see her look down over her shoulder, look down at him, guilty eyes not daring to really look to much before Henry’s gentle arm wrapped around her back as he escorted her to the edge of the mattress, her body eagerly leaning into him as they both sat down, more tears rolling down her cheeks. ‘Now, settle down, sugar.’ He hushed, brushing away some of the golden hair that curtained her stormy eyes.

Again he could feel a slight tingle in his loins, and, for all it was worth, Henry hoped that it could be a sign that he would remember her soon. Even if it was just a little. With a tender caress he brushed his palm over her back, his eyes studying her silhouette in the lowlights of the bedroom. She looked exhausted, her hands desperately clutching onto the messy white pile of sheets in her arms.

They sat like that for a moment. In a confusingly friendly manner, her breathing slowly calming and tears drying on her cheeks.

‘Hey. If you promise not to bite, neither will I, okay?’

His words were met with a confused rise of her left eyebrow. ‘What?’

‘Biting bed bugs I can survive, but biting wives? I’m..eh..hahah, not so sure.’

Finally, that sweet smile of hers returned. ‘Oh Bear.’

‘Hi Bee,’ He returned her sweet smile and moved up his hand to brush a thumb over her cheek. ‘let’s both get some sleep, okay?’

Slowly, hesitantly, her gaze merged with his, an uncertainty still lingering deep in her midnight blues as she nodded her head yes. ‘Okay.’

And so, minutes later, Henry found himself in his bed with a wife. His wife, her sweet soft snores heard moments after her head had hit the pillow, her blonde hair splayed out over the dove grey satin. Again, he felt his stomach wring, but now it was with guilt, because as he looked at her sleeping form, darkness hiding most of her face, he could still see the pull of her eyebrows, the concerns of life not leaving her even in her sleep.

Henry sighed quietly and turned on his back, his eyes studying the familiar ceiling above his head, dark beams running long lines over a canvas of white. He had a million questions he still needed answers to. And, from the way people had evaded some of his questions, he knew there was still a lot to unpack; he hadn’t even been allowed to use his phone or laptop in the hospital. Then again, now he at least had someone who probably knew it all.

A wife. How about that?

Smiling to himself, he wondered what he would do tomorrow now his every step was no longer monitored by the hawk-like eyes of the hospital staff. He could like..start making phone calls. Or send some e-mails. Or better yet... figure out what was up with the tiny details that referred to..children. Children’s seats. Smells. And.. did he see Lego pieces strewn around in the hallway?

Children, could you imagine? Henry, a dad? Sniffling in amusement, Henry turned his face back to the woman next to him. Where were the children anyways? Had she been a single mom when they met? Was a crazy ex now taking care of her brood? Did she miss them? Miss him? The ..old Henry?

No, don’t think of that.

Sighing again, Henry’s lips opened, the words so gentle he hoped it wouldn’t wake her. ‘Good night Bee.’ He watched as she shifted a little, but didn’t wake. ‘and thank you. This must be as weird for you as it’s for me, but at least we’re ..home, hmm?’ He watched her silhouette a moment longer and then turned away, the familiar streak of light from the streetlight seeping in through the cracked open door.

If only he could remember what had happened.

Chap 2 >

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gureishi · 3 years

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Hi hello hi.

I’ve got a bunch of wonderful prompts sitting in my inbox but I was feeling anxious af yesterday and today I had to go to a freakin Zoom funeral and my anxiety brain instead spewed out...this.

I was watching a playthrough of the Forgive ending to try and sort out the timeline for the Jihyun request I’m writing (which I should be posting tomorrow~ <3) and then I started thinking about the disturbing little hints that are in there about depressed Saeyoung and alcohol, and then my anxiety said I needed to write about it. So I transposed that thought into another timeline so my boy could have an mc cause god knows otherwise it would get way worse.

I know alcohol is a really sensitive topic when it pertains to the Choi twins because of their trauma relating specifically to alcohol and alcoholism. To be super super clear, drinking can be fine and okay and not harmful for lots of people, but that’s not the type of drinking I’m portraying here.

YEESH, I’ll stop rambling. Cw for alcohol abuse; if Saeyoung drinking alcohol is gonna be triggering for you please skip this one. Take care of yourself I love you <3

wanna be ok

The bunker is dark when you get home, and that is your first sign that something is wrong.

You’re off work a little early, and you fully expected to find the house bright and full of energy. Usually at this time, there would be at least one brother in the living room. There’d be a half-built robot croaking gibberish in a corner or an inexplicable mess from some overly enthusiastic project in the hall.

But when the door slides open (greeting you by name, of course), you’re met with darkness and a startling, eerie quiet. Could they both have fallen asleep…? You check your watch. It’s just after nine.

“Saeyoung…?” You slip off your shoes, calling quietly in case he really is asleep. He hasn’t been sleeping much since his father’s investigation began, waking up at night and pacing the house. Sometimes he does fall asleep at the computer, even these days…

No answer. You peek into the darkened living room. Nothing. No light from his office or the bedroom, either.

You hear a noise and spin, senses on high alert. All your instincts telling you that something is certainly off, you peer warily around the corner.

He’s in the kitchen.

“Babe?”

He’s perched precariously on one of the tall stools at the kitchen island. His arms are everywhere, splayed over the scrubbed wood; he’s slumped over, head in the crook of his elbow. His hair is mussed as though he’s been running his hands through it.

None of this surprises you too much—it’s much a difficult few days. But what does startle you is the stale, harsh smell in the air. There’s a bottle on the counter that looks suspiciously like…

Dread settles in your stomach like hot lead.

You call his name again, some foolishly optimistic part of your mind hopeful that this is an off-color prank. But this isn’t the kind of thing he jokes about.

At the sound of his name, he stirs, lifts his head. As he does, he slips to the side, almost falling off the stool—catching himself at the last minute on the island.

He blinks at you blearily, as if he’s trying to get you into focus, and you know in that moment that he’s not messing with you.

“Hiii, babe,” he slurs, his voice thick. He tries to say your name, stumbles over it. Laughs at himself.

“Honey.” You approach him cautiously. Closer up, the smell is unmistakable—it’s whiskey, mingling with his natural spicy-sweet scent in a way that you find particularly unsettling. “What did you do?”

He tries to spin around in the stool to face you and nearly falls again—you have to reach out an arm to grab him. He gazes at you dizzily, his eyes glazed over.

“Wha’ d’you mean?” he mumbles, his words running together. He sways dangerously on the stool and you put a hand on his shoulder, bracing him. Out of the corner of your eye, you peer at the bottle beside him—it’s one you’d gotten as a gift ages ago and put away in a closet. It’s more than half empty.

“Baby, why did you drink that?” You shift, taking his face in both your hands; he’s unstable again without your hand on his shoulder. You turn him, make him look you in the eye—and he tries, he tries, but his gaze slides over your face as though he can’t quite focus on it.

“You’re pretty,” he sings, and he leans forward as if to kiss you—and misses, his head falling onto your shoulder. “Missed,” he says, giggling. His hands reach clumsily for your waist.

It would be almost cute, you think, under other circumstances. If it weren’t Saeyoung, who doesn’t drink alcohol. Who’s promised himself never to drink alcohol—and for good reason.

He presses his lips against your neck, tilting sideways as he does so. Okay. Okay. One thing at a time. You know how to deal with drunk people, under normal circumstances. Just pretend it’s not Saeyoung. Just for now.

“Come with me, baby,” you say, expertly evading his grasp and offering him both your hands. “Let’s go sit somewhere a little more comfy, okay?”

“Don’wanna,” he mumbles, titling to the right. “Comfy here.”

“You’ll be comfier on the couch, I promise.” You keep your voice light. Taking both his hands, you give a gentle tug, and he obliges you, sliding off the stool without any of his usual grace or agility. He sways as he lands on his feet and you brace him with both hands again, waiting till his gaze clears.

You lead him to the living room and he comes obediently, albeit stumblingly.

“…m’too drunk for this,” he mutters, laughing at himself as he narrowly avoids running face-first into the door frame.

“Too drunk to walk to the living room?” You guide him more carefully now. Most people would be well and truly messed up from the amount that he drank—based on your cursory assessment of the kitchen, anyway. For him—someone who has, to your knowledge, quite literally never consumed alcohol before—it’s astonishing he’s even still conscious.

You steer him to the couch. He hesitates and you turn to him—his face has gone pale, and he claps a hand over his mouth.

“M’gonna…never mind.” He shuts his eyes.

With some difficulty, you get him onto the couch. He slides sideways immediately and you slip a pillow under his head. He smiles a sloppy, lopsided grin.

“…galaxy,” he murmurs, sinking heavily into the pillow. You don’t question it.

Confident that he’s not going anywhere, you make your way back to the kitchen, fill a big glass with water. Now that you’re alone, your hands are shaking.

It’s not the end of the world to get drunk, but it’s certainly less than great to do it alone. It’s worse, though, so much worse, because it’s him—because of the promise he made to himself, because of the memories of his mother’s violence, because of the fear you know he has of those same genes manifesting in him.

You know that the last few days have been difficult, that the trial’s brought up memories he’d long repressed. But you wouldn’t ever have anticipated…this.

What could possibly have happened?

You take in the havoc in the kitchen: in addition to the whiskey bottle, there’s a glass knocked over on its side as well as the usual debris from chips and other junk food. One of the stools is on the ground.

And where, you think suddenly, is Saeran?

You take a deep, steadying breath—care now, you remind yourself. Figure out the rest later.

When you return to the living room with the water, he’s crying.

His eyes are shut tight and he’s wrapped both arms around the pillow; there are tear tracks on his cheeks and as you approach he lets out a quiet, pitiful sob.

“Sweetheart…” You kneel beside him and he wriggles toward you like a wounded animal. You bring a hand to his face and wipe away the tears and he clumsily throws out one arm and dangles it over your body.

“Drink a little bit of this, please, love.” You tilt the cup toward his mouth and he opens his lips the tiniest bit. You get a little water in him; most of it ends up on the couch.

“…still hates me,” he mutters, pushing aside the cup, nuzzling his face into your chest. You stroke his messy, tangled hair with your free hand, pulling it off his forehead.

“Who does, baby?”

“Saeran…does.”

You run your fingers over his feverish skin; his cheeks are flushed and his forehead is warm to the touch.

“Saeran doesn’t hate you, honey. I promise he doesn’t.” You try again with the water. It’s a little more successful this time.

“Does. We hadda…fight,” he slurs. “Gotta…find’m.” Defying all logic, he tries to sit up again, using your shoulders for leverage. Even in this state, he’s stubborn as hell.

“Where is he?” you ask, not sure if Saeyoung will even be able to tell you. You help him wriggle into a sitting position, thinking it’s perhaps safer than lying down after all.

“Walk,” he murmurs. He’s trying to look at you again, his eyes wandering over your face. “Babe! Your face’s…blurry.”

You sigh. It’s not out of the ordinary Saeyoung to push Saeran too far, or for Saeran to snap at him and go for a walk to clear his head. You wonder if the confluence of circumstances—the trial, both twins’ tensions running extra high, the memories Saeyoung associates with his family and raised voices and a dark, empty house—led to this turn of events.

One of the cameras near the door flickers to life—someone’s coming into the garage. You sit up stick straight. Saeran was just on a walk—he couldn’t have gone far. Which means…

“Baby, I’m so sorry, but I need you to move again.”

He groans and mutters something you don’t understand, but you have no time to waste. Glad you’ve already got him sitting, you slide your hands under both his arms and pull. He sags like a rag doll, but he doesn’t weigh a lot, and you’re strong—you tug him to a standing position and he sways dangerously in place, his face pale again.

“Can’t,” he moans, and you don’t have time to pity him. You simply can’t risk the consequences—for both brothers—of Saeran finding him like this.

“C’mon, sweetheart, please try to walk. For me.” You kiss him firmly on the cheek and he perks up a little, reaching for you. You take both his hands again and walk backwards, guiding him to the bedroom.

“No more…” he moans, but you get him down the hall and into the room, giving the corners a wider berth this time.

Panting, you deposit him on the bed.

“…spinning,” he mutters, eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.

“I swear I will be right back,” you gasp, and you run from the room before he can respond. You sprint to the kitchen, sweep the whiskey bottle into the cabinet under the sink. You dump the glass and throw it under there too for good measure. You right the stool, leaving the chips bags—that’s normal enough.

But the smell…

You hastily grab your bag, which you’d dropped on the floor earlier when you’d found him here—pull out the little bottle of perfume you carry, spritz it liberally over the kitchen island. You inhale. It’s not perfect, but it’s better than nothing.

You throw open the big window over the sink and, bag under your arm, slink back to your bedroom. As the bedroom door is shutting behind you, you hear the security system beeping, the front door sliding open. Just in time.

You spin around. Now where is…?

A soft moan from the en suite bathroom answers your question. You peer through the dark—sure enough, he’s sprawled on the ground, head bent over the toilet. The fact that he’s managed to drag himself there is impressive. You sigh—this was inevitable and is probably for the best.

You sit with him there for a long time: pressing a cool, wet washcloth to his head, plying him with tiny sips of water when you can. He apologizes to you again and again in a raw, miserable voice; you stroke his hair and rub his back and promise him that he’s going to be okay.

Eventually he slumps into your lap and, almost incoherently, whispers the word “bed.” So you hoist him up again, arms around his torso; he tries valiantly to help you, stumbling through the doorway, over the carpeted floor. You guide him onto the bed and he practically melts into it, his breathing immediately slowing, deepening.

You get him as comfortable as you can—wresting his jeans off and casting them aside, tucking the blankets all the way around him. He murmurs groggily as you press a soft kiss to his forehead and then he’s out, chest moving slowly up and down, face peaceful.

You’d never know, you think.

You retrieve his glasses from the bathroom floor, fold them neatly on the bedside table. And then, steeling yourself, you slip through the bedroom door as quietly as you can, tiptoe down the hall. As you’d suspected, Saeran is still in the living room.

“Hey,” he says, lifting his eyes from the book he’s reading. He’s draped over the couch, white hair tousled. He’s turned on a lamp—the dim light illuminates the red roots that are just starting to grow in.

“Hi,” you say. For something to do, you fetch the cup of water you’d left on the floor earlier. Saeran doesn’t bat an eyelash.

“We had a fight,” he offers, unprompted. He drums his fingers on his book—the same nervous habit his brother has. “Did he tell you?”

“Um…sort of.” You put the cup on a side table. Nervously straighten one of the fluffy throw blankets.

“I was mean,” Saeran says bluntly. “I shouldn’t have been.”

You perch on the arm of the couch. Once, he would have flinched away from you; now, he watches you impassively, green eyes unreadable.

“Was it about the trial?” you ask, with some hesitation.

Saeran shrugs. “I guess. He keeps all the TVs in the house on all day. I can’t stand hearing our father’s voice anymore.”

“Right.” You know this—know that the ongoing trial is wearing on them both, know that they’re coping in their own ways.

“Is he…” Saeran looks down and back up at you; his eyes are bright. “Is he mad?”

You take a shaky breath. “No,” you say honestly. “But he feels bad that you fought.”

“Should I talk to him?”

He is still looking at you. You’re surprised—he’s never asked you for advice before.

“Maybe in the morning,” you say, perhaps a little too firmly—but Saeran is unfazed.

“I get it,” he says. “I’m gonna go back to reading now.”

You smile, grateful as always for Saeran’s manner. There’s no risk of overstaying your welcome, because he’ll always tell you when he’s done.

“Good night,” you say. He looks up at you again, gives you a tiny smile.

“Night.”

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You wake abruptly the next morning. Through the haze of half-dream, half-wakefulness, you hear an intrusive rustling sound—then clunk. Clunk. Clunk. Your eyes shoot open.

“Saeyoung…?” you murmur, the events of the previous night momentarily evading you. You blink the sleep out of your eyes, see a blur of red hair in your peripheral vision.

He’s…cleaning?

“Oh god.” His golden eyes go huge with panic as he sees that you’re awake. He drops the mop (why was it clunking?) and throws himself onto the bed, kneeling beside you. “Hi. Good morning. Um. I am. So, so, so, so, so, so, so sorry. I mean, I—uh. Gah. I practiced this. Hang on—”

“Shhh.” You put a finger to his lips, pushing yourself up in bed. He sits back on his heels like a guilty puppy, eyes huge, waiting for a scolding. “So you remember last night, huh?”

His cheeks match his hair. He lowers his gaze.

“I am so, so, so, so…”

“Hush.” You take his face in both hands again, just as you’d done the night before. Tilt it up, forcing him to meet your eyes. “You don’t need to apologize to me. But I would like to know how it happened.”

He hangs his head, one red curl falling into his eyes. You brush it away.

“I don’t know,” he mutters. “You know I’ve never done that before. Right?”

“Yes, I know.” You slip out of the blankets and sit cross-legged, facing him. “Do you remember why you did it? Why you went looking for the whiskey that I didn’t even think you knew was in the storage closet?”

“I’d known where it was for a while,” he says softly, shamefully. “I found it one day when I was looking for an old hard drive and I guess I thought, wow, glad I know that’s there in case I ever lose my mind.”

This surprises you. You didn’t know he’d ever give it any thought at all.

“I wasn’t seriously thinking I was gonna drink it!” he says hurriedly, his cheeks growing—if it were possible—redder. “It was like a…weird, bad joke. Like, haha, what a great way to escape my mind if I ever hate myself that much. I…dunno.”

You make yourself take a deep breath. You hate it when he says things like this. “Okay, fine. So why did you…?”

“I fought with Saeran,” he says, still looking down. He twiddles his hands in his lap, fiddles with the blanket. “It was stupid. We were just tense about the trial. And then he left, and it got dark, and I was alone, and I just couldn’t…stop thinking about her.”

“Your mother.”

“Yeah.”

He taps a pattern on his thigh, too fast, too hard. You take his hand, wrapping up his fingers in yours. He shoots you a grateful glance.

“It’s hard to explain,” he mutters. “It was like I was possessed. It was this feeling, like if I could…get inside her head somehow, I’d understand.”

“Understand what?” You realize you’re squeezing his hand too hard and you make a conscious effort to loosen your grip.

“Why she didn’t love us,” he says simply. You look up; there are tears in his eyes again. Automatically you reach for him, catching a tear on your fingertip. You kiss it away.

“Did you?” you ask quietly. Slowly, he shakes his head.

“I don’t think I ever will.”

“Oh, Saeyoung…” You hold open your arms for him and he bows his head, falling into you. You cradle his head against your chest, kiss the tears from his eyelashes.

“I don’t deserve you,” he whispers.

“You are a wonderful man, and you deserve the world,” you say firmly. You wrap your arms all the way around his waist and squeeze him tight and he exhales, like he’s letting out breath he’s been holding for a long time.

“I’ll never do it again,” he says, his voice muffled by your shirt. “I promise. I mean it.”

You thoughtfully run your fingers through his curls, de-tangling them, pulling them apart one by one. “Can I ask you something I’ve asked you before?” you say tentatively. He nods; you can feel it. “Would it be okay if I just…got some names? My therapist offered to make a list for you before, you know, and you don’t need to commit to anything, but I just—”

“Yes.” He pulls back enough to peer up at you. There are tear tracks on his cheeks again but his expression is sure. “I’d like that.”

His eagerness takes you by surprise. You smile and kiss the tip of his nose.

“Thank you.”

He leans his forehead against yours. “I’m meant to be the one thanking you. You shouldn’t have had to take care of me last night. You should’ve just left me there.”

“Never.” You take a deep breath and he breathes with you, exhaling against your lips, tickling you. “Now would you please explain to me what the hell you were doing that woke me up this morning?”

He giggles, a little guiltily—still, you’re relieved to hear him laugh. “I felt like crap, both physically and emotionally. I thought I could start apologizing by…”

“Slamming the mop against the wall?”

“I don’t…actually know how to use a mop.”

That makes you laugh, and it feels good, like a release. You wrap your arms around his neck and he sighs against you.

“You’re gonna be okay?” you whisper. He nods, gazing at you reverently.

“Because of you,” he says. He strokes your hair with his long, thin fingers—cautiously, gently, like he needs reassurance that you’re still there. “I’m gonna be okay.”

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❝ s ᴛ ɪ ᴄ ᴋ s ᴀ ɴ ᴅ s ᴛ ᴏ ɴ ᴇ s❞

Yandere!Kitsune x Reader x Yandere!Kitsune - Fumio and Himeyo

“Sticks and stones may break my bones,

but words will never break me.”

Rain pelted down like bullets, stinging and splashing against the earth. The heavy rain clouds overhead blanketed the sky, making the entire area dark. The ground was muddy and damp, large trees and their branches shielded some of the earth from the rain. Lightning cracked overhead illuminating the sky momentarily, thunder echoing and making the ground tremble.

In the distance through the wave of droplets and darkness, a sizable cabin could be made out. Light shining from the windows, a sanctuary from this horrible storm. (Y/n) ran through the rain, hugging their soaked jacket close to their damp form. Jumping up the stairs of the wooden porch, their sneakers and legs were caked with mud and blades of grass. Scratches littered their arms and upper body from thorns and sharp branches, their clothing was absolutely soaked and their damp hair stuck to their skin.

Shivering as the cold wind hit them, nearly toppling them over. Keeping their balance, they gazed up at the dim light beside the door. Raising their fist, they knocked their knuckles against the wood.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

In just a moment, the door was opened rather quickly. Warmth and light flowing out from inside, there stood two figures.

A male had opened the door, a very strange one. With a tall figure and porcelain-like skin. White locks as pure as snow. Attired in a simple white overcoat made of soft fabrics with a sash tied at his hip, a white mask painted with a bit of red crafted to have the appearance of a fox concealed his features. Peeking out beside him, was a female who held a similar odd appearance. Short with porcelain-like skin, white locks of hair cut short. Attired in a comfy white sweater coat that covered most of her form, white pants could be seen with simple boots, a black mask painted with a bit of red crafted to have the appearance of a fox concealed her features.

"Well, well... Who do we have here?" The male hummed, tone of voice fruity and modulated as he eyed the stranger at his doorstep. If he hadn't been wearing a mask, there was a good chance he was smiling.

"What's someone like you doing here?" The female practically demanded, standing her ground as she stood beside the male. Voice honeyed seemingly tremulous as she tilted her head as she awaited a response.

(Y/n) gulped, suddenly regretting knocking on the cabin's door. Who were these people and why were they wearing masks? "M-My name is (Y/n)..." They gripped their soaked jacket close, attempting to gain any warmth they could as they hesitantly continued with an explanation, "I was hiking with my friends and we got seperated..."

"You got lost in the forest?" The female inquired, perking up at their response. Watching as the stranger nodded in reply.

"My, my, poor little thing..." The male cooed, he too soon tilted his head as he analyzed the stranger with intense curiousity.

The black-masked stranger looked to the male, nudging him with her elbow before returning her attention back on the stranger. Knowing it was quite a walk from a nearby town. "You must've walked for a long time, huh? This place, our home, is in the middle of no where."

"Not to mention, we never recieve any visitors." The white-masked stranger interjected, musing aloud with a whimsical tone. "Don't worry. Only a monster, a beast, would cast aside someone so helpess and in need like you."

The female stepped onto the porch, peeking past, gazing up at the rain pelted down. Taking a step back, she shook her head to rid of the droplets of water. "It really is a bad storm..."

The male gazed at the female before looking back down at the stranger, stepping back and opening the door wide as he gestured for them to come in. "Please, let me invite you inside. I wouldn't want you to catch a cold."

Hey, domino

I am stopping you from falling

"Look at yourself, you're covered in mud! If it weren't raining so hard, I'd tell you to play with me in the mud out there!" She exclaimed, tearing off the jacket from them and tossing it on a hook on the wall. Shaking her head, she crossed her arms over her chest and huffed, "You're lucky you found us here or you wouldn't last another day out there!"

He seemed to reel back at her statement, irked at her words and impolite mannerisms. Escorting the guest to a sofa where he allowed them to plop down and rest their tired feet. Picking up a warm blanket, he carefully unfolded it as he sighed, "I’m sorry. Please, forgive my sister. As I mentioned before, we don’t receive guests that often so we’re both excited. In fact, we’ve never had anyone visit us before and I’m really interested in hu- I mean, in people.” Gently he placed the blanket on them, providing them a new source of warmth as he offered, “Here, let me cover you.”

“We haven’t seen anyone else in a veeerrrry long time!” She jumped on the sofa, taking a seat right beside the stranger. Smiling as she swung her feet back and forth, “And when you live with my nerd of a brother, things get super boring!” She leaned so close that her body heat was radiating off her, causing (Y/n) to warm up even faster but remained surprised at her close proximity. The girl seemed carefree and easy to befriend, as she swung an arm around the strangers shoulder and gazed directly at her brother with a grin, “Isn’t that right, brother?”

He slapped his sister’s hand with the back of a ruler, causing the girl to yelp and immediately retract her hand. “Please, refrain yourself from touching our guest.” He seethed at the girl before returning his gaze to (Y/n). “I’m deeply sorry... If you would please, allow me to introduce myself?”

“Yes, of course, go ahead...” (Y/n) nodded slowly, rubbing their shoulders underneath the blanket to continue to keep warm.

“I am Fumio-“

”I’m Himeyo!”

One, two, three-

Don’t you dare go down.

Fumio glared at his grinning sister before clearing his throat and continuing, “My sister and I are twins, and we live here in this cabin. It’s an honor to have you as our guest, (Y/n).” Bowing his head, he excused himself. “I’m sorry, please excuse me, I should be getting you some tea.” Before he could walk away into the kitchen, he subtly flicked his sister’s earlobe as a warning. “Give me a moment, please.”

When Fumio disappeared around the corner, Himeyo grinned eagerly as she began to happily converse with the guest. Firing question after question, rapid fire. “(Y/n), where are you from? How old are you? What do you do for a living? Do you live alone? What are your friends like? What do you like to do? What are you into? I wanna know!”

Their head spun from all the questions and the ever curious girl, holding their hands up in defense as they laughed lightly. “Please, one question at a time, Himeyo.” Not able to see Himeyo’s expression brighten once they laughed.

”It’s a relief I had some ingredients left.” Fumio returned, placing down a tray onto the table. Taking the teapot, he poured some of the steaming tea into a mug. Eyeing his sister through the mask, sensing she was irritated by his impeccable timing, interrupting her former conversation with the guest.

Hey, waterfall.

Oh, can you hear me calling?

“Otherwise if we had run out, we’d have to wait until tomorrow to gather the ingredients from the garden... I hope it’s up to your tastes. Plenty of things grow around here and in our garden, so you get used to what you have.”

(Y/n) was carefully handed the tea, a small flag of steam rising up signaling it was still hot. Blowing lightly to help it cool down before they took a small sip, tasting the tea. Pleasantly surprised to find it tasted very good, better than any other they ever had. “Wow, this is really good! Thank you, Fumio.” Not able to see Fumio’s expression brighten once they smiled in delight. Before anyone could say another word, they decided to ask something. “Why would you two live up here? You both seem lonely...”

Three, two, one-

Don’t you dare touch the ground.

“Why live up here? Simple.” Himeyo lounged beside the guest. Gaze eyeing the floor before continuing to respond quietly. “My brother and I never grew up with people around us, so we get scared of crowds. As strange as it sounds, we wouldn’t really be... accepted out there.” Gaze traveling back up, her tone brightened as she added abruptly, “But its alright. Fumio and I made a promise when we were little, that we would stay until someone finally visited us for the first time.”

”Then it finally happened...! Um, excuse me if I sound too excited. I’m not leaving the best impression, am I? I'm sorry...” Fumio scratched his head and sighed, attempting to lower his loud tone, taking a seat on the other side of the guest. Gazing at them out of the corner of his eye. "This whole time I've lived here, I've been thinking of different ways this could have happened... What I should do, what I should say, would I be presentable enough?..."

"What he's trying to say is we practied and rehersed, even dreamed of finally getting a visitor! Everday me and my brother would talk about it, wonder what our visitor would be like and who they would be. It's best to be honest about these kinds of things, right?" Himeyo interjected, humming as she began to swing her feet back and forth again. Hands trembling in eagerness as she attempted to contain her energy and restrain herself, she didn't want to scare them off.

Sticks and stones will break your bones

And leave you lying in the mud

The young man cleared his throat, clenching his fist in restraint as he added to his sister's statement. "We understand if we're scaring you..."

"No, not at all." (Y/n) assured, surprising the twins as she managed a light smile.

"We're not scaring you...?" The young woman inquired, having to ask for reassurance. It was shocking how they didn't express fear towards them, and the guest's smile was so bright and warm...

(Y/n) nodded, reassuring with their reply that they were not scared or frightened.

The twins looked to each other, relaxing as a wave of relief washed over them. Behind their masks they smiled, truly happy with the guest's presence. Happy for the first time in a very very long time. Although, one thing was concerning for both of them, one thing they would have to address privately later. But for now, they would remain content with (Y/n).

But you get scared when we're alone

Like I might suck your blood

Thank god, really..." Himeyo smiled as her tone of voice brightened along with her expression, perking up as she was no longer tensely still. No longer having to worry about scaring her guest.

"That's a good thing..." Fumio released a pent-up sigh mixed with a low breathy laugh, his once tense shoulder's slumping in relief. No longer having to worry about frightening his guest. Hues traveling up, he observed the guest with a fond gaze while inquiring gently, "Is the tea warm enough? I didn't want it to be too hot... Is the blanket enough?"

"Yes, of course! I can't thank you enough for your kindness, both of you. Even though I'm just a stranger, you still let me inside your home and helped me. So thank you, thank you so much. You two saved me, Fumio, Himeyo, I probably would've been a goner without your help."

I could tell you a witch's spell

But it just might blow your top

Himeyo immedaitely beamed, grinning with newfound pride as her posture improved and she sat tall and proud. Those words truly hit her, she felt them in her heart and it fed her ego. Feeling her chest, her heart, stir, she was practically glowing. Patting (Y/n)'s right shoulder, "Aww, you're so cute! How could I just leave you out there? You look much better here smiling and warm, isn't it better than out there?"

Fumio gapped at the guest's kind honest words of thanks, a blush coating his cheeks as he snapped out of his daze and shook his head. Those words truly hit him, he felt them in his heart and it made it swell. Feeling his chest, his heart, stir, he was in euphoric bliss. Rubbing (Y/n)'s left shoulder, "When I saw you out there in the rain, you looked so sad and scared. I'm just glad you are content and safe here..."

”But I do have a question... Why are you two wearing masks?”

”Why the mask?” Fumio scratched his neck, musing lightly.

“I thought you would’ve asked something like that earlier!” Himeyo exclaimed, giggling lightly as she found it funny and ironic. “But, I guess it is a weird question to ask. I’d be kinda hesitant on asking why someone was randomly wearing a mask too!”

”Let me put it simply.” The young man offered, pointing to his face, the mask he was wearing concealing his features. “The mask hides everything, and there are some things better left hidden in the dark. Don’t you agree? And no, we aren’t hideous or something like that. We feel a comfort when it’s on.”

No words were said in response, only a stomach grumbling. (Y/n) blushed beet red in embaressment as they covered their stomach with the blanket, uttering quietly, "I-I'm sorry, I haven't eaten anything since the morning."

And you start to run just as I'm having fun

It's awfully hard to stop

"I got it!" Both twins shouted in unison, rocketing up from their seats as they bolted for the kitchen. Shoving and pushing each other, attempting to dissuade the other in attempt to satisfy the guest. Arguing and bickering.

Fumio blocked the doorway, attempting to push back his sister who was equally as strong as him. Seething at the girl, "I said, I got it. Let me handle it!"

"Never!" Himeyo shot back, trying to yank him out of the way as she growled lowly at the boy, "Let me do it! I call dibs, I called it!"

Sun in the sky. I am stopping you from burning

All we need is stars and moon.

(Y/n) watched in slight awkwardness yet a hint of amusement as the twins barreled into the kitchen, door swinging closed behind them leaving the guest in peaceful silence. Inside the kitchen was a completely different story. The brother wielding a torch. When he clicked on it, a large hot flame appeared at the metal tip ready to sear anything in his path. The sister wielding a knife. A large butcher's knife, blade sharpened to a fine point and ready to cut down anything in her path. Both twins held up weapons and stanced themselves as if ready to lunge at each other, growling lowly animalistically.

Clock on the wall. I will keep your hands from turning

Or this night will end too soon.

"(Y/n) is my mate, my soulmate!" Fumio bared his teeth, fearsome expression hidden by his mask. Holding up the torch as he threatened, "If you dare try to dirty them with your nasty habits, I'll burn you to ashes! It doesn't matter if your my sister, anyone who gets in my way will perish. I've waited too long for this, for them!"

"They're here for me, dumbass!" Himeyo smirked, sharp fangs concealed by her mask. Twirling the knife between her fingers as she snickered, "(Y/n) is mine! If you even think about claiming them as yours, I'll stab you without a second thought! Screw it if we're siblings! Mother said whoever walks through that door is mine!"

Fumio huffed, refusing to lower his guard. "I thought there would be two, not one." Clicking the torch again, the flame shifted to a dangerous searing blue. "But you're wrong, dear sister. Mother said those who walked through the door were our soulmates, but she never specified which one of us they would belong to. Either way, isn't it quite clear that (Y/n) is destined to be mine? Did you see how they smiled at me? They're so beautiful, so amazing, so perfect... (Y/n) is everything I ever dreamed of and wished for~" Tilting his head, he smiled and blushed at the thought of their warm smile. "It's quite obvious they have a prefrence for me. Who'd want a dirty pup like you?"

"Keep talking, uptight piece of crap." Himeyo spat, examining the blade that glinted in the light. Grinning as she mused, "Only one of us can have them, and that's gonna be me. Didn't you see the way I made them laugh? They're so so cute, I just want to eat them all up!" Placing a hand to her cheek, she blushed at the mere thought of their melidious laugh. "Mother used to tell us stories of how she met father and they married and had us. That one day, when we found our soulmates, we would love each other and marry like they did, we'd have a happily ever after together. That's exactly what I'm going to do with (Y/n). I'm gonna make them mine, and mine only, and you can't stop me!"

I call thee, beloved one.

To love me more than anyone.

“Well, I’ll be the one to win their favor. Good luck making them happy when they’re on an empty stomach.” Fumio winked, sticking out his tongue as he picked up a plate of sandwiches, clicking the torch off and discarding to the side.

“You wouldn’t. I made those myself, not for you to take!” Himeyo snarled, pointing the knife at him. About to pounce on him and plunge the blade through his chest.

”Go ahead, stab me. But what’ll (Y/n) think of you then if she found my corpse here? I can scream and they'll run. You would be a monster in their eyes, a horrible murderer they’d never want to be with.” Grinning slyly, seeing his words get to her and cause her to consider the consequences of her actions. “We both know I’m the most charming of our duo, and you’re the most... incompetent. If you take that risk and harm me, they’d run from this place and you’d never see them again.”

Himeyo lowered the knife and glowered, placing the blade in her coat as she growled at her brother. I can’t risk having them run away, having them be scared of me. I can’t... I need them to stay. “You might be all gentleman-like, but at least I’m fun and know how to relax. If (Y/n) wanted to return home, I’d be better to take because I’m willing to live among their kind. You’re too hesitant, you’d prefer to stay here so you could keep them to yourself.”

”Hmm~” Fumio hummed, ignoring her statement, “Let’s strike a deal, shall we? In time, later on, we’ll reveal to (Y/n) who we truly are. We will explain to them the entire story and situation, and (Y/n) will get to chose. They will chose whichever one of us they believe is their soulmate, and whoever they chose will receive the honor and privilege of becoming their mate.”

”Thats it? That’s not nearly enough!” Himeyo interjected, immediately adding a result for whoever was not unlucky and not chosen. “The loser has to leave this forest, and if they even step foot in these woods again they get to die. Loser either gets banished or faces death. A fair punishment for even nearing what’s mine!” She crossed her arms over her chest and grinned, “Deal?”

Bind thy heart and soul to me.

As I do will, so let it be.

Both twins decided it best to agree to the deal, although deep down they knew they would not abide by it for long. It would eventually shatter and come down to three main points: Who had the guest’s favor, intelligence with wits, and pure brute strength. In the end, they would fight over (Y/n), and it would not be a pretty sight.

“Deal.” Fumio hummed, refusing to shake her hand as he eyed her hand hidden in her coat. “Remember, let’s not get violent in front of our lovely guest. Act natural.” He chimed, stepping out alongside his sister.

“I know, I know. This’ll be a breeze for me, so might as well start packing, brother.” Himeyo waved off her brother, her ego and confidence gaining the best of her. Eyes glinting dangerously as she whispered, “Unless you want to die?”

Both siblings stopped in their tracks, breaths caught in their throats and eyes wide once they saw their guest was gone. The living room was empty, the small cup of tea placed on the table beside the teapot. Immediately the two forgot their quarreling and went their separate ways, in search of the guest.

Fumio felt his heart pound, hands quivering as he was nearly hyperventilating. Running down the halls, checking in each and every single room in a desperate search to find (Y/n). No! No!! No!!! I just found them, I can’t lose them already!! “(Y/n), come out! Please, come here!!-......” Going silent when he looked out a window and saw a silhouette, one of a stranger, not his guest.

Himeyo was in a state just as bad, looking for any sign they left behind. Her eyes wide with fear and nails digging into her palm as she sniffed the air. There! She caught a whiff of their scent, (Y/n) was still nearby! Inhaling the aroma again, she followed it to the front door. Opening it, she was fearing the worst that they might have ran from them, but she had nothing to fear. There on the porch, sitting on the wood was their guest, attempting to fiddle and fumble with some strange device she had never seen before. Jogging over, she sat beside them and furrowed her eyebrows, “(Y/n)? What’s wrong? Why are you out here? You had me worried, you know!”

”Oh, I’m sorry! I was just trying to see if my phone would get any service out here. That way, I could try to contact my friends and see if they’re alright...” (Y/n) responded, lowering the device in their hands as it was fruitless. There was absolutely no service out here in the middle of no where. Staring ahead at the rain, it was softer now but still it would be dangerous to venture through the storm.

“Umm, what’s a phone?” She tilted her head, eyeing the small strange item on the guest’s hands. Pointing at it, asking with peaked interest, “How is that going to get your friends back?”

”You’ve never seen a phone?” (Y/n) was quite shocked and for good reason. Practically everyone had a phone or at least knew what it was, but Himeyo had no idea. Holding up the device with the glowing screen, they explained, “This phone can let me talk to people when in a certain area, take photos, play games, stuff like that. But it looks like I’m out of that area for it to work.”

”Wow, really!?” She was awed, examining the device with amazement. “This little thing can do all that-!?”

A-ooooooo

(Y/n) froze, hair on the back of her neck and arms rising up. Frantically scanning the dark through the pelting rain, she was cautious and anxious after hearing that distant sound of an animal’s howl. “Was that a wolf...?”

Himeyo glared as she sensed the direction of the call was from somewhere behind the cabin. Of course, she’d recognize that particular howl anywhere, it was her brother. Placing an arm around the guest’s waist, she guided them back inside. Assuring with a careless and positive tone, “We’ll be safe as long as we’re inside, so come on! We wouldn’t want some mean old mutt to come around here and hurt you!”

”O-Okay...”

Not long after when the two returned inside, Fumio appeared from a hallway and quickly made a beeline towards the guest. Ignoring his sister’s glare and envy as he took (Y/n)’s hands in his own, voice concerned and gentle, “Ah, there you are! Please, don’t run off again. This cabin may look small, but on the contrary it’s large and I don’t want you to get lost. You had me very concerned, (Y/n), please don’t do that again.”

”I’m sorry, I just wanted to see if I could contact my friends.” (Y/n) bowed their head in apology, taking notice that his coat was replaced with a new white one. “What happened to your coat?”

”I accidentally dirtied it with some ketchup when I was preparing something for you to eat.” Gesturing to the sandwiches on the table, he lied smoothly. “So I went to go change before searching for you.”

”Oh, I see. I’m sorry for causing such trouble.”

“No, no, it’s no issue. Go ahead and eat, I’m sure you’re famished at the moment.” Fumio rubbed their back soothingly, watching with content as his guest happily began to eat. Glancing over to his sister, he took the time and opportunity while (Y/n) was not looking. Lifting a single finger to his lips, he motioned for his twin to be silent. With that same free hand he picked a bloody piece of cloth from inside his coat, his occupied hand continuing to rub the guest’s back. Tucking it away. They were here to take my soulmate...

Himeyo didn’t blame him for committing murder against that stranger, she would have done the same thing if they were here to steal away her soulmate. Nodding understanding before pointing to the phone. We need to destroy that thing. (Y/n) can contact others with it.

The male rose an eyebrow, nodding slowly as he began to speak calmly, filling the silence in the room.

It’s now or never.

“Here, (Y/n). I’d like you to be even more comfortable around me.” Fumio removed his mask, revealing a handsome young man with slightly long white locks and gentle crimson hues, a warm smile with white fox-like ears protruding from his head. “I’m still the same Fumio.” Shedding his white coat, leaving himself in a white wool sweater with simple gray pants, revealing two fluffy white tails poking out from his back.

Himeyo huffed, irritated as she decided she would take action to. Tugging off her black mask, revealing a beautiful young woman with short white locks tied up and fierce crimson hues, a confident grin with white fox-like ears protruding from her head. “I’m not some faceless freak, I’m attractive too so don’t keep looking at him! Look at me!” Tearing off her white coat leaving herself in a gray wool sweater with simple white pants, revealing two fluffy white tails poking from her back.

(Y/n) caught herself staring, mesmerized by their attractiveness and beauty. Unconsciously reaching out, their left hand to Fumio and right hand to Himeyo.

Left hand brushing and running it’s fingers through his soft bushy tail, causing him to purr at the gentle touch. Fumio felt confident, pleased with the attention as he hummed, “Well, is it soft? I take great pride and care in my fur. Touch as much as you want, your happiness is my happiness.”

Right hand scratching and thumb rubbing against her fox-like ear, causing her to close her eyes and nuzzle against their palm. Himeyo felt happy, delighted with the attention as she giggled, “You’re hand is so warm...! This really makes me happy you know. I just want to stay here, and keep basking in this sweet delicious attention!”

"Is it real...?"

Himeyo gazed at them with admiration but surprise, tilting her head like a loveable puppy as she remarked, "Yes, they're completely real! I'm just really shocked that you aren't scared! We aren't human after all." Murmuring lowly, leaning closer as to inspect them properly now that her mask was removed. Grinning as they took in all of their features and got a proper clear whiff of their addicting scent. "I've never seen a human face before. In all honesty, I think you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my entire life...! Oh, I mean and say thing because I have never seen another human before you! That's my true feelings, I think you're the most beautiful and want you to be mine!"

Fumio sent a glare to her, rubbing the guest's back soothingly as to comfort them and ease their confusion. Smiling down at them, he cooed to (Y/n), "There's no possible way I can argue with my sister about your beauty, because she speaks the truth. However, I can point out that I would prefer you to chose me instead of her. I know we just met today and all, I can understand if it sounds unreasonable." Hypnotized by their (e/c) hues that gazed directly at his crimson ones as he continued, "I'm not saying these words just because I'm lonely. Our mother told us at a very very young age, a long time ago, we needed to stay here in order to meet our soulmate. It's what every one of our kind goes through." Smiling as he carefully tucked a stray stand of hair behind their ear, "I've waited, and waited, for over two hundred years... and now you're here, in my arms where you were meant to be."

"When you finally came to me, I really really couldn't hold back my excitement anymore!" Himeyo butted into the conversation, abruptly snatching their attention. Firm grip on their shoulders as she grinned eagerly, practically bouncing up and down from pure joy. "You gave me attention, it's so nice and it makes me happy! Your smile is as warm and bright as the sun! You're like a treasure I want to keep all to myself, one I can always play with and have company with! Hey, my lover, do you believe me? That's not all!" White fluffy tails wagging at an incredible speed as she pointed out, "Look, I have two tails which means I'm about two centuries years old! I'm not lying or overexaggerating when I mean I was waiting for over two-hundred years!"

"For you. I'll wait nine-hundred years, a thousand years, or even a million years. However, long it takes." Fumio countered, tail brushing against their arms and finger tracing a line across their cheek. Attempting to outdo his sister and win over who he believed his soulmate was. "It's the truth. My kind can live for a very very long time, and I wish to spend as much of that time as possible with you. Mother always told me, until I reached the age of twenty and she left, she always said that I was destined to stay here and wait for my lover to come one day. That day finally came." When (Y/n) attempted to stand, he used his tail to pull them back onto the couch as he hummed, "Sit back down, would you? I'm afraid we won't be leaving. It feels as though my heart will burst, like I'm under some love spell. I don't think I can stop, now that you're here."

"Me and my brother made a deal, (Y/n). Pick one of us, and the other either gets to die or better run if they don't want to be hunted down." Himeyo smirked, reaching into her pocket with her free hand. Fingers curling around the handle of the blade as she prepared to pull it out if necessary, she would do whatever it took to claim what was hers.

"Whomever you chose, gets to remain by your side and claim title as your mate. Whomever you chose will be yours, you will be theirs, and you get to begin a life together." Fumio masked his malice with a gentle smile, reaching into his coat with his free hand. Fingers curling around the base of the torch as he prepared to pull it out if necessary, he would do whatever it took to keep his soulmate by his side.

Both twins glared at each other, ready to kill the other in dispute over who would rightfully become the mate of their guest. Each with one hand around (Y/n), the other hand on a weapon. "I'm the one you want!!"

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