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little-fics · 3 years

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Bee

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Stucky x Reader; platonic!uncle!Tony

Summary: Reader is teetering the edge of a slip when her buddies Sam and Clint are mean to her, daddy stucky to the rescue

Warnings: age regression, scary bees, bottle, pacifier, anxiety, a little violence, angry!Steve (not at you), mean!sam and mean!clint, I may have missed some, read at your own risk

Word count: 2.2K

A/N: I had fun with this one! I hope you like it!

Disclaimer for my blog!

Life with Bucky and Steve was great, you'd officially been together for about a year, and they'd been your daddies about half that time. You didn't always regress, just when the world got a little too big and you needed to leave it all behind. The avengers didn't know about your coping mechanism, at your own request, save for Tony who has programmed Friday to detect when you're little and were about to do something that babies shouldn't do, such as cooking or showering because babies makes messes and get hurt. It was something you'd kept private and to yourself for a long time, and it took months to feel comfortable enough to talk with Steve and Bucky about it. You weren't always feeling little, and had the capability of being a very vital part to the team, but on your days off, it was easy to find yourself slipping into that headspace.

That's how you got to sitting on the balcony, slowly slipping into that headspace after a difficult mission. You'd woken up between Steve and Bucky, crawling out of the bed quietly, not quite feeling small but you know it's coming. Clint and Sam find you outside, sunbathing and staring at the clouds. Sam is the first one to come outside, Clint following close behind.

"Mornin' sunshine," Sam sits next to you, Clint moving to the other side of you, relaxing in his seat, Sam holding out a glass to you, "want some lemonade? I know that coffee makes you jittery on your days off." You take the glass, smiling at the yellow straw poking up from the top, "Thank you! And a straw!" You twiddle with it gently, pulling it out to take a sip. "Gosh," your shoulders sag and your head leans back in ecstasy, "Clint's lemonade is the best, thank you." Clint pointedly looks at Sam, smug, "Why thank you Y/n, I'm blushing." Sam scoffs, "You wouldn't have even made it if I didn't beg!" Clint shrugs, "I made food," he looks to you, "speaking of," he has you a plate with a sausage and egg biscuit. You tentatively take it from him, "Oh thank you, are you sure?" Clint laughs, leaning back in his seat, "Yeah, honey, me and Sam already had some."

Once you finish your biscuit, you're back to staring at the pretty sky, sipping on your lemonade listening to Sam and Clint bicker back and forth. A bee comes out of nowhere, eliciting a small yelp from you and you're quickly standing from your seat. They're laughing, which hurt your feelings, the fear of the bee causing you to slip fully. You try to go inside but hear Sam speak to the AI, "Friday, lock patio doors under code Falcon," before you make it to the door. When you pull on it the door won't budge. "Sam," your voice is meek, "that's not funny," you whine and shake the door again, getting nervous over the buzzing around your lemonade on the table. "Friday, open the door." Clint laughs again, "It's just a bee, you've been shot before and you can't handle a bee?" A tear slips down your face, and you feel your heartbeat pick up.

You shake on the door, trying to get away from your mean friends, wiping a tear away, "Open the door Sam." He's laughing, he thinks this is funny, "It's just a bee, it'll be gone in a minute Y/n, it's fine." You shake the door more violently, and it's clear Sam wasn't going to open the door. You bring your hand to the bracelet that lays around your wrist, a fail safe if something is wrong, to immediately notify Steve and Bucky that you need them. You find the tiny sun charm, pressing the tiny button that notifies your daddies of your state of mind and that you're in trouble, different from the other charm, a moon, who notifies your boyfriends of an emergency.

Bucky is the first one to hear Friday, "Mr. Barnes, Mr. Rogers," he groans groggily, "Friday, it's too early for this, what is it?" Bucky reaches over to find just Steve, no tiny baby to love on as he hears Friday once more, "I am sorry Mr. Barnes, but it seems munchkin has requested your presence with signs of distress." Bucky's eyes snap open at the use of the programmed name for when you're in your little space, throwing the covers off and slapping Steve's shoulder. "Bucky, what the-" Steve stops when he realizes that Bucky is already out the door, he's quickly behind him, not bothering to put a shirt on, as Bucky hadn't.

"Friday, where is munchkin?" Bucky spits, FRIDAY speaking up once more, "Munchkin is on the patio with Mr. Wilson and Mr. Barton." Their brows crunch together in confusion, Steve finally speaking up on their way to the patio, sleep still heavy in his voice, "Is something wrong?" Bucky shrugs nervously, "Friday said she was showing signs of distress." The system speaks up once more, "That is correct. Munchkin's heart rate seems to be elevated and she is showing signs of high stress. She notified me by her emergency contact Sun Ray." At this, Bucky and Steve speed up, trying to get to you as quickly as possible.

The bee is still there, attracted not only to the lemonade, but the brightly colored pajamas keeping its attention as it flies back and forth between you and the lemonade. When it flies towards you, you hide in the corner of the patio, screaming, running to the other corner to hide from it when it follows you, a tear streaking down your face. Sam sees the stray tear, immediately his stomach sinking while you're piddling with your bracelet, ignoring the tears on your face, not hearing Sam when he stands and calls out gently, "Friday unlock the doors." Sam's in front of you, "Let's go inside, come on." When he reaches for you, you flinch back from him, causing his heart to break a little. You're now frantically pushing the button on your charm.

"Mr. Rogers, Mr. Barnes, munchkin has sent a distress call 13 times, up to 17, 23," and then they're at the doors to the patio, slinging them open.

Bucky takes in your appearance, you look afraid, tears freely streaming down your face, now surrounded by Clint and Sam, who are violently moved by Bucky. He's lifting you by your thighs, bringing them around his waist, glaring at Sam and Clint before carrying you inside. When you're back inside, feeling the rush of AC, you let loose, heavy thick tears falling with sobs. "Shhh my little bunny, I've got you."

Steve remains on the porch, staring at a shell shocked Sam and Clint, "What happened?" They shrug, "It was just a bee, we didn't know it would scare her so bad." Steve rolls his eyes at the men, following Bucky back to your room. When he gets there, you're straddling Bucky on the bed, hands tucked under you, fists balled up tightly, hiccuping sobs. "'S mean," Bucky is rubbing your back, shushing softly while you try to explain what happened, "wouldn't let me 'nside daddy, I try." More sobs erupt from you, Steve's brow furrowing, wondering what you meant.

"Friday, show me what happened with munchkin on the patio before Sun Ray was activated." He watches as the TV screen starts playing the scene, fury creeping up in his bones, while Bucky continued to console you, but matching the fire Steve has in his eyes. Steve saunters out of the room when the TV shuts off, heading straight for Sam and Clint. Bucky holds you closer when you whimper, "Oh doll, dada will be right back, he's just gonna go get you something to drink." You continue to sob, you refused to take your pacifier, dropping it out of your mouth every time he tried to put it in, sobs not allowing it to stay. "Baby baby baby, you're okay, that little bee isn't gonna getcha in here, only daddy." He tries to tickle you, but you just sob louder. He's thankful for the soundproof walls, knowing you don't like to draw attention.

Steve finds Sam and Clint in the common room with Nat and Tony. Tony stands when he sees Steve, anger on his face still shirtless. Steve comes up from behind Sam and Clint, grabbing their shirts roughly, pulling them up and off the couch, feet dangling a foot above the floor, turning them to face him. They're shouting, trying to get Steve to let go. Tony is trying to pull Sam away from him, Nat trying to hit his weak spots so he will drop Clint but he doesn't budge.

"Did you think it was funny?" Steve spits, bringing his face closer to theirs, "Did you? You think it was funny when she cried? Think it was funny when she screamed and pulled on the door? How would you feel huh? If someone laughed at you because you were scared? If your friends laughed at you?" Tony and Nat are confused, "Steve calm down, what happened?" Steve scowls, overpowering the men easily as he turns them around, still holding them in the air. "Friday, pull up the patio clip and my bedroom feed on the common room television."

"Voice identification confirmed. One moment." The video starts playing, but all they can hear are your sobs, not able to hear the small consoling your daddy is trying or the talk from the patio clip as it plays. "Is it still funny bird boy? Is it still funny when you know you're the reason she's like this? No? Good." Steve throws them down on the couch, Tony is furious, Nat is scolding them, and Steve's on his way into the kitchen.

Tony follows Steve after shutting off the video feed, Nat still scolding the two perpetrators. Steve is piddling around, heating up some milk in the microwave. "You okay man?" Tony asks, placing a hand on his back, when Steve glares at him Tony sighs. "Man you can't go back to her seething like this." Steve lets out a huff, "I've never wanted to throttle someone like I do right now." He grabs the milk from the microwave, mixing some hot chocolate power in it, something that frequently happens when you're having a very bad day. Tony hands Steve a bottle, hidden in a thin cabinet, only unlocked by four people in the tower; Uncle Tony, your daddies, and you. "She's your baby, and she hasn't stopped crying because her buddies were mean to her and she doesn't understand, if you go in there angry, she will think you're mad at her." Tony chides, Steve, resonating with Tony's words, takes a deep breath, filling up your bottle and continuing to shake it. "Want me to come cheer her up with you?" Steve sighs, "Let us calm her down a bit, get her feeling right and we'll play some games later yeah?" Tony starts to rummage through the fridge, "Have Friday notify me." Steve nods, leaving Tony and going back to his baby.

When he opens the door, you're still crying, but when Steve sits he pulls you into his lap, holding you like a baby and rocking you. "Shhh, it's okay baby, I know they were mean, but papa's here now. It's okay," he's rubbing your face gently, your sobs turned to weak whimpers. "That's it baby, you want some milk?" You nuzzle into his chest, Bucky taking a sip of the bottle making sure it's not too hot and gives it back to Steve. He holds the tip to your lips, you instantly wrap your lips around it and hum happily.

"There she is, sweet girl," his fingers tangle in your hair, massaging your scalp gently while Bucky rubs your legs with a feather light touch. You hiccup on the milk, Steve moving it away from you and wiping away a stray tear. Your fingers clutch around his shoulder, whining, "Papa." He coos at you, "Drinking too fast aren't we love?" You let out another whine, your bottom lip wobbling, "Pease papa." He traces your jawline before bringing the bottle back to your lips, "Slower, you hear me dove?" You nod gently, closing your eyes and continuing to drink the bottle.

You're teetering on the edge of sleep, Steve wiping away a drop of milk that finds its way to the corner of your mouth. He takes the bottle very carefully, stopping when you suck on it a little harder, trying to hold it in your mouth. "Bunny," Bucky's voice sings to you, "let daddy have that, okay?" Steve tries to pull it away again, this time with no fight, Bucky pressing your pacifier to your lips, which you take happily. He clips it to the top of your pajama shirt so if you drop it, it'll stay relatively within reach. "Friday, put on munchkins lullaby playlist."

Soft music starts playing through the room, bringing you all the way under, soft snores against Steves chest alerting them to your slumber. "Mr. Rogers, Mr. Barnes, Mr. Wilson and Mr. Barton are outside, requesting entrance." Bucky rolls his eyes as he slides back down into the bed, "Friday, decline entrance and leave us be to nap for an hour." Steve moves you to Bucky, your sleeping form habitually wrapping around him and his warmth. Steve huddles behind you, wrapping his arm over you and resting it on Bucky, rubbing small circles. "She's gonna be a handful today," Steve comments, letting Bucky know that he thinks today is going to be one of those days where you regress further than usual. "She's gonna have such a good time with Tony." Bucky laughs, his eyes flutter shut, "Don't count her daddies short."

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talkfastromance4 · 3 years

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Are lily ,posy and Oliver helpings daddy deal with the stress of the album coming out in two days?

How about momma? Maybe a bj to help him relax?

I love this ask so so so much because you made it into the Luke&Lily universe 🥺 and the last part is *chefs kiss* I hope you like it!💕

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With the album only two days away, Luke wanted to have one last listening party with everyone over at the house. You were more than ecstatic to abide that because he's been nervous ever since he announced a solo album release.

The two of you spent many late nights discussing it, more of you encouraging him to write his heart out. Ashton helped as much as he could as hype man as well considering he released an album almost a year ago now.

You were all gathered around the fire pit outside letting Luke's ethereal voice serenade you into the summer evening. Lily and Posy loved to dance to his songs, they twirled and did their own version of a ballerina's pirouette.

You were sat on Luke's lap watching the girls dance and everyone else's reaction to his heart coming through. Ashton had his head pointed to the stars alternating his eyes from open to close humming along to the choruses. Calum sat forward with his elbows on his knees staring into the fire, Luke's words resonating with him on a deeper level.

Crystal held Oliver in her arms, a soft smile on her face as she rocked with the ballads. Michael had his arm around her, staring at Oliver with a look of concentration and admiration.

"This is what I had trouble with at this next bit," Luke murmurs in your ear. His arms tighten around your waist, his lips move against your shoulder when he speaks.

You listen intently but in your ears, it's all perfect and beautiful. You know this album backwards and forwards. When the kids were asleep you'd listen to all of his alternate ideas. It made you warm inside that he wanted to share this with you, this project that was just Luke; soft, tender, real.

Halfway through, Lily climbed onto Calum's lap and listened quietly with the rest of them. Posy snuggled with Ashton, she played with his bracelets on his wrists humming along to her daddy's voice.

When the album ended there was a moment of silence. Luke squeezed you again, his breath hitching and then everyone clapped.

"It's sensational, mate, well done," Ashton shakes his head.

"Yeah, it's perfect," Calum agrees.

"Thanks," Luke sighs keeping cover behind your shoulder. "I've been feeling like I'm going to throw up all week."

"Everyone's going to love it, Luke," Michael adds.

"That's what I've been telling him," you smile at him proudly. You brush back a curl from his face. "It's beautiful, babe, truly."

It wasn't very long until Posy and Oliver became fussy. Posy was clinging to Luke and Oliver's cries were of the sleepy kind. With hugs and kisses and more words of encouragement, they all left.

You could see the stress in Luke's shoulders as the two of you did the nightly routine with all three kids.

"Does this mean you'll be leaving sooner?" Lily asks him as he brushes her hair.

"Leaving? Where am I going, sweets?"

"With Uncle Cal, on tour," she's playing with the ears of her pink bunny. The pink bunny Luke gave her when he first met her.

"Oh. No, I won't be leaving. This record is more like...it's like a diary," Luke explains. "It helps me sort out my thoughts and feelings and music helps as well."

"I want a diary."

"I'll get you one," he smiles setting her brush down and kisses the top of her head. "Into bed, my sweet."

Oliver is in your arms and Posy is hanging onto your fingers as you enter Lily's room. Luke tucks her in kissing her forehead.

"Sweet dreams sweet Lily," he murmurs. "I love you."

"Love you dada," she smiles.

Posy hugs Lily goodnight and Luke scoops her up in his arms, her head falls heavily on his shoulder.

"Your turn for bed, love bug," Luke tells her and you follow them into her room.

Posy sets her in her toddler bed, making sure her purple elephant is right next to her. You're patting at Oliver's butt when he makes a noise listening in to the short story Luke is telling Posy. This one was about a fairy Princess named Posy who loved to dance and dream.

"Sometimes, she would sleep on a star," Luke's voice is hushed, his hand stroking over the top of her head. "And it would take her high in the sky so close to the moon. The moon watched over the fairy Princess Posy until the sun came and woke her up with a warm kiss."

"I think she's out," you whisper. Luke kisses her cheek then you give him Oliver to hold.

"Goodnight my Posy girl," you whisper and kiss her forehead.

You leave her door open a crack then move into Oliver's nursery. He's already been asleep for a while so Luke sets him in his crib gently. You let him talk to his son for a moment and hold out your hand when he turns around. Luke takes your hand warmly in his bringing it to his mouth for a kiss.

"I love you," he whispers, baby blues steady on yours.

"I love you."

You thought you'd be getting ready for bed and fall asleep together but Luke mentioned he left something outside. You shrug it off and did your own nightly routine waiting for him to return.

Thirty minutes went by and Luke still wasn't in bed with you. You make sure to grab the baby monitor before you go to find him. Sure enough, he's downstairs in his music room, the sounds of his album luring you closer and closer.

Luke's sitting on the couch, his arms spread along the back of it with his head against the wall. His foot is bouncing with the beat and he's singing along quietly to himself.

You can feel his nerves from the doorway and an idea sparks in your mind. You close the door behind you in case the girls wake up but they're out like lights so you're pretty sure they won't come in here. Oliver's monitor is placed on a pile of records and you move in front of Luke on the floor. You touch his knee delicately.

"Hey," he mumbles, his head still pointed towards the ceiling.

"What're you doing down here all by yourself?" you ask touching his other knee. You're silently rubbing up his legs in a soothing way.

"Thinking. I can't believe this is gonna be heard in two days," he rubs his face with his hand.

"You know what I think?" you ask stretching up over his legs, your palms sliding up his thighs to the center of his crotch. You stroke your thumb over his clothed dick in a teasing manner and that gets his attention. His head perks up.

"I'd love to know what you think, lovie," he exhales watching you.

With your eyes on his, you rub over his growing bulge until you think it becomes a bit uncomfortable.

"I think," you undo his pants and tug them down, down, down to his ankles. He helps kicking them off. You're still rubbing at his hips, and you press butterfly kisses to his thighs, up, up, up. "I think you need to relax."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm," you nod grabbing his fully hard dick in your palm. You stroke him slightly and you nip at his love handle loving the way his stomach clenches. "And I think I can help."

"I think you can, too," he smiles.

You turn your head to kiss his hip, then leave open mouthed kisses up his shaft until you're at the tip. You bat your eyes at him as you close your lips around his head, swirling your tongue over him. Your hand moves down with your mouth as you swallow him as far as you can.

"Oh, baby," he moans. His hand flies to your hair, not adding pressure but just to hold you. You hum at his moan as you lift your mouth off him only to go back down again.

Your mouth and hand work in tandem until he's slick with your spit then you fondle his balls with your fingers.

"Fuck, lovie, just like that. Mm," he moans again lifting his hips to meet your mouth.

"Like that?" you ask and he gasps at the vibration of your words. "You're so good, baby. Everyone's going to love your album."

"Don't talk about the album now," he nearly whines, "just keep--ah doing what you're doing."

You smile and bob your head back down, gagging slightly when his hips meet your throat. Luke's thighs clench beneath your fingers and you know he's close so you start to move faster.

"Lovie, lovie, lovie, lovie," he pulls you off him and onto his lap.

"I wasn't done," you protest.

"I want you."

A shared desire is exchanged in both your eyes and you both work quickly to remove your shorts and underwear. Luke guides himself inside of you and you slip over him easily.

"Look at me, lovie," he whispers.

When you do, he takes hold of your hips and thrusts heavily into you, you gasp loudly.

"Shh, shh, c'mere," he silences your gasps with his own mouth.

You rock your hips with him enthusiastically, feeling the pleasure rise up your neck and down to your toes. You're a mess of heated breath and pants, movements becoming jerky.

"Come with me, lovie...let me feel you," he murmurs. With a final snap of his hips, you cry out against his lips and he lets out a loud groan as he fills you up with warmth.

"Luke," you sigh resting your body heavily against him. When you say his name he smiles against you because what you really said was 'I love you.'

"I love you, too, Y/N. Thank you for being my everything."

"You're my everything," you frame his cheeks in your hands. "I'm so proud of you."

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thisbeatchachinglikemoney · 3 years

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So Far Away (part 3)

Part 8 of the Boys with Luv series

Pairing: Reader x BTS

Summary: Everyone finally makes up... kind of...

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, some triggering PTSD episodes

Tags: @calling-dips-on-j-hope, @fic-recs-by-moon, @luvtaeha, @aretha170, @xicanacorpse, @kookieebangtan, @fangirl125reader, @seoul9711, @channiespup , @lindsayjoy444, @fairygirl18, @black-rose-29

AN: The last part of the first part of the series. GOT7 are not a band in this btw. Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist and what you think of the series so far :) I purple you guys!

Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

Y/N POV:

My knees felt weak and my palms were sweating. I knew Yoongi could feel it as he held tightly onto my hand, quickly walking us through the park towards the exit. His jaw was set in determination, his grip on my hand borderline painful, but I knew it was because he was scared... I was too.

If He had managed to find out where I was, I was never going to be safe. I knew I needed to tell someone, but who would believe me. I had no proof, and the bruises and cuts He had left on me had faded.

We arrived at the van that was waiting outside for us and Yoongi helped me in before settling near the back. He pulled me onto his lap and wrapped his arms around my waist. My heart was racing. I knew he could feel it under his arms.

My stomach churned as I let my thoughts run away with me. What if He finally got to me and took me back to His house and never let me leave or have contact with anyone? What if He actually killed me this time? What if I killed myself? I wasn’t going to be strong enough to make it through.

“Jagiya, your heart is racing. You need to calm down.” Yoongi said gently. I shifted in his lap so I was sitting sideways. I rested my head on his chest as I sighed, playing with my fingers.

“I’m scared, Yoon.” I whispered. “I don’t think I’ll be able handle it again if He takes me. I really don’t.” I felt him stiffen underneath me, knowing that he knew what I was talking about.

“Don’t say that.” Yoongi said, stroking my back. “Please, don’t say that.” He sighed and pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “You are the strongest woman I have ever met. You will get through this. And even if he does take you, which he won’t, I will not sleep until I have you back in my arms again.” He vowed. “But that will never happen because he will not be able to get near you. I promise.”

I smiled faintly at him and leaned against his chest. “Just don’t let me go.” I said.

“Never.” Yoongi said. “I love you. I will never let you go.” A small smile crept onto my face as he froze, realizing what he had just said.

“Yoongi oppa,” I said, taking his face in my hands. “I love you too.” I leaned up and kissed his lips gently. “Thank you.” He tilted his head at me in confusion. “Thank you for taking me in and not rejecting me. Not all people like you would have done that for someone like me.”

“I love you, so much.” Yoongi said. “And I think I knew that the moment I laid eyes on you and felt our bond. And I’m not saying that because of it. I’m saying that because you made me feel the same way I do with the members. You make me smile and laugh, which is hard for some people to do. It feels like you complete me.”

“You complete me too. All seven of you.” I replied as the door to the van opened, making me jump and freeze.

“Hyung? Are you here?” Jimin called as he hopped into the van.

“Yeah, we’re here, pretty boy.” Yoongi called back, nuzzling his face into my neck. “Did you round up everyone?”

“Yes, they’re all here.” Jimin replied, making me look at Yoongi.

“All of them?” I asked feeling even more scared. I could not face Namjoon, Hoseok and Taehyung right now. Not at all.

“It’s okay. They’re all sorry for what they did. I still haven’t forgiven them though.” Yoongi replied. I nodded slowly and rolled my eyes at him.

“Of course you haven’t.” I murmured, making him tickle my sides.

“Yah, what do you mean by that, hmm, baby girl?” He said, his dialect very strong.

“I mean that you haven’t forgiven them because you’re stubborn and want to make them work for your forgiveness. You forget I know you very well, Min Yoongi.” I replied, touching my finger to his nose. I turned as Jimin approached and sat next to us as the others all found their seats in the front two rows.

“Hey my beautiful princess. You okay?” Jimin asked, leaning down and pecking my lips as he pushed my hair out of my face.

“Yeah, I guess so.” I replied, taking his hand in mine. “I just want a quiet night in with lots of cuddles and some movies. Oh, and lots and lots of ice cream.” I requested.

“That we can do. But first, you have to speak to Namjoon, Hoseok and Taehyung and sort everything out. They are also your soulmates.” Jimin bargained. I pursed my lips slightly, looking up at Yoongi who nodded.

“Okay.” I agreed. “But I don’t want a massive argument.”

“There won’t be.” Yoongi reassured me. “Is everyone here now?”

“I think so, hyung. Is my carrot okay?” Jungkook called from near the front of the van where he was snuggled next to Namjoon. Hoseok and Jin were with Taehyung near the middle.

“Carrot?” Yoongi frowned, looking at me. I whined and covered my face with my hands, not wanting to have this conversation right now.

“I’ll tell you later.” I replied making him nod and peck my cheek. “Yeah, I’m fine Kookie oppa.” I called back, making him flash me his bunny smile before he settled back in his seat.

After a half an hour drive, we arrived back to Yoongi’s apartment. Home. Yoongi helped me out of the van and together we walked up to his apartment quickly while the others gathered their things.

“Get changed into something comfy.” He said gently. “Do you want to order takeout?” I nodded as I rifled through my drawers to find some sweatpants and a hoodie.

“Yoongi oppa, can I have a hoodie please?” I asked, beginning to undress myself. He hummed and nodded, walking to his closet and grabbing one out.

“Okay, when I bought you that set, I knew it would look good, but fuck, jagiya.” He groaned when he turned around to pass me his black hoodie that had the word ‘Damn’ written on the front. I flushed red and moved to pull on my sweatpants, but he moved forward and grabbed my wrist, stopping me. “Just let me look at you.” He said, holding onto my waist. His eyes travelled down my body hungrily.

“Yoongi...” I whined as he leaned down and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to my sternum. “We have other people here. We can’t. Not right now.”

“I know.” He said, his forehead resting against my chest. I ran my hands through his hair, the smell of his shampoo and cologne reaching my nose.

“So can you let me get changed please? I don’t really fancy having this conversation in my underwear.”

“It’s so sexy though.” Yoongi huffed. He pulled away from me. “Get changed, quickly, because I don’t know how much longer I will be able to control myself.” I quickly pulled on the hoodie and sweatpants and we left the bedroom and entered the living room.

Hoseok and Jimin were cuddled together on the armchair while Namjoon, Jin and Jungkook were sprawled over each other on one of the sofas. Taehyung was lying across the other one, his eyes closed and foot moving to the beat of the music playing on the TV. Yoongi cleared his throat, making Taehyung sit up straight and Namjoon, Jin and Jungkook pay attention and look at us.

“I think three of you here have something to say.” Yoongi said slowly, making Namjoon, Hoseok and Taehyung hang their heads in shame.

Jimin stood up off Hoseok’s lap and approached me, kissing my lips gently. “I’ll see you soon, okay.” He said softly. “Kook, Jin hyung, let’s go. Give them some space.” Jin and Jungkook stood up and followed Jimin out of the room, dropping swift kisses to my lips.

“So...” Namjoon said awkwardly as Yoongi sat down on the armchair, pulling me onto his lap. “We’re your soulmates, then.” He said slowly.

“That does change anything you said about her, Namjoon ah.” Yoongi said sternly. “Properly apologize, the three of you.”

Much to my surprise, it was Taehyung who spoke first. “Y/N-ssi, I should be the first to apologize. It was me who told Yoongi hyung to reject you when I found out. I know now that that was unacceptable for me to do and it was not my place to make that decision, but I was just scared and jealous. Scared that Yoongi finding you would throw off our entire relationship dynamic and jealous that he would most likely spend more time with you than me. I’m so sorry that I made you feel like an outsider. I understand if you can’t forgive me. What I have done and said is inexcusable.” He said, dropping to his knees in front of me.

“I-” I looked at Yoongi, who gave me a comforting smile and rubbed my hip. I did feel bad for Taehyung; it was me who took Yoongi away from him, but he could have voiced his feelings earlier and we wouldn’t be in this mess. “I accept your apology, Taehyung-ssi, but what you said about not only me but also Yoongi is something that I cannot forgive that easily. But I am willing to get to know you and spend time with you while I take the time I need to fully process what has been said and done.” I said slowly.

“I understand. Thank you.” Taehyung smiled and returned back to his seat.

“I’m sorry that I made you feel scared and unwanted.” Namjoon spoke up.

“And me too.” Hoseok agreed. “We were both being selfish and unwilling to give you a chance.”

“And we were protecting Taehyungie.” Namjoon added. “We didn’t know if you would be a saesang or not. We wanted to make sure everyone was safe. But we know now we should have given you a chance and that is something we both really regret.”

I nodded and hummed. “But if you were scared of me being a saesang, why would you let Yoongi be alone with me?”

Namjoon and Hoseok looked at each other before turning back to face me. “Yoongi was adamant that you weren’t, so we thought it would be best to allow him to spend some time with you and if you turned out to be a saesang, then...” Namjoon trailed off and hung his head, not making eye contact with Yoongi.

“Then what, Namjoon?” Yoongi asked carefully, his voice laced with a slight hint of venom. I could tell Yoongi had not heard this part of their story before.

“Then we hoped it would have taught you the lesson that you should listen to us.” Namjoon admitted. “Yoongi hyung, I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you. I was just angry.”

“Angry enough that you would allow me to be hurt if it came to it?” Yoongi was seething. “And just to think I was starting to forgive you both.” He gently pushed me off his lap and stood up, stalking over to Namjoon. “How could you ever think of doing that to not only one of your best friends, but also your boyfriend!” He yelled and raised his hand over his head, making me flinch.

Jimin POV:

We were listening in on the conversation just to know how it was going. We could hear voices starting to become slightly raised, so I was ready to go out there and take Y/N away so she wouldn’t begin to have any flashbacks to what had happened to her. I moved out of the door to watch her carefully and see how she was acting and reacting to everything.

I watched as Yoongi pushed her off his lap to walk over to Namjoon. I could tell he was about to yell and I knew that was one of the things that could potentially set Y/N off.

“Where are you going?” Jungkook asked me in a hushed whisper.

“There’s about to be an argument and Y/N will not be able to handle the yelling.” I replied, walking further away from the door. And that was when Yoongi shouted, and raised his hand over his head, and Y/N, my sweet, beautiful princess, flinched away from him. “Shit.” I said under my breath and quickly made my way into the living room. “Come on, princess.” I said, wrapping my arms around her and leading her away from the argument.

“Where are you taking her?” Yoongi asked, turning around, his eyes flaming with anger.

“You’re scaring her.” I said shortly, taking her to one of the bedrooms to calm her down. “You can come and see her once you have calmed down.” I looked over my shoulder and saw Taehyung curled up on the sofa, his hands over his ears. He hated it when people shouted in anger and he would only resort to it himself if he really had to. “Taehyungie, come on.” I said softly, holding out my hand to him. He looked up and almost ran over to me, taking hold of my hand like it was his lifeline.

When I turned to look at Yoongi, I saw his eyes filled with guilt. “Y/N, jagiya, please, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-” He reached out to touch her but she flinched away from him again, making him take a step backwards and cover his mouth, regret filling him.

“You can come and speak to her once you have properly calmed down and thought about what you were going to say.” I said coldly. “Sort this out first.” I gestured between him and Namjoon. “I’ve got you princess.” I whispered in her ear as I lead them both to the bedroom.

Jin looked up when we entered the bedroom, noticing Taehyung’s tear-stained face, and Y/N’s blank stare. “What the hell happened?” He asked, his eyes glancing between the two of them worriedly.

“Yoongi shouted.” I replied.

“Shit. Tae baby, come here, come to hyungie.” Jin said, opening his arms. Taehyung let out a choked sob before hurling himself towards Jin, dissolving into tears. Jin began to calm him down as Jungkook and I tried to break Y/N out of her own mind.

“Princess, you’re okay. You’re safe.” I said as I sat down on the bed, sitting her down between me and Jungkook. She was silent and remained staring into space.

“Carrot?” Jungkook pushed her hair out of her face. “Jimin hyung, she’s saying something.” He said, noticing her lips were moving.

“Princess, what are you saying?” I asked gently. All of a sudden, she screamed and began to cover her face with her hands.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Please don’t hurt me.” She begged as she sobbed.

“Princess, you’re okay.” I said again. “Listen to my voice. You’re here with me, Jungkook, Jin and Taehyung. We’re all here for you. We will keep you safe.” I said. “Come back to us. Please. I can’t bear to see you hurting.”

“It’s not working.” Jungkook said, panic filling his eyes. “What should we do now?”

“Ummm...” I wasn’t sure what to do. I racked my brain, trying to remember if Yoongi had told me something about how she would calm herself down. “She used to dance to calm herself, but she can’t do that now.”

“Sing to her, hyung!” Jungkook said as he got the idea. “Let’s sing to her.”

Y/N POV:

I was back in His house. No, this was not possible. I had left him. I was with Yoongi now. Unless... that was all a dream. A nice, peaceful, cruel dream. It must have been. Why would an idol like him be soulmates with someone as broken as me? Why would I be lucky enough to have seven soulmates? I looked down at myself. I was wearing a familiar red cocktail dress. He was nowhere to be seen.

“Ah I knew that dress would look beautiful on you.” A voice came from behind me, making me jump. I gulped as I turned around and saw Him stood in front of me. He scoffed. “Is that how you greet your boyfriend on your anniversary party?” He asked. He moved closer to me and raised his hand to slap me across the face. “Now, greet me properly, you dumb bitch.”

“Happy anniversary, Jackson.” I said quietly. He grabbed hold of my jaw, his fingers digging in hard.

“Hmm, happy anniversary to you too.” He kissed me, instantly slipping his tongue into my mouth. “Now go and greet our guests and offer them some refreshments.” He ordered, smacking my ass. I nodded and left the room to go to the kitchen, grabbing the tray with the champagne flutes.

I walked over to the first group of people, realizing them to be some of Jackson’s friends from work. “Hello, thank you so much for coming.” I said with a smile. “Can I offer you a drink?”

“Ah, hello darling. Thank you for the invite.” One of his colleagues, Yugyeom, said with a smile. “Happy anniversary to you and Jackson. He was very excited about your present today.”

“Oh, I’m sure it will be a very good present.” I smiled, as they all took a glass. “I’ll see you all later at dinner.” I bowed as I walked away to the next group of people. Soon the glasses of champagne were replaced with red wine as dinner loomed nearer.

“Y/N, come here a second.” Jackson called me over. I carefully walked over, ensuring I did not trip and spill the red wine on anything otherwise it would stain and Jackson would get mad at me. “Is the dinner ready to be served yet?”

“The cook said it would be another five minutes. They are just plating everything. They’ll come and ring the bell when it’s time for everyone to be seated.” Just after I spoke, one of the cooks came out and rang the bell, indicating it was time to eat. “It’s ready now, I guess.”

“I didn’t realize.” Jackson rolled his eyes and pushed past me, causing me to spill the red wine all over his white suit jacket.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. Jackson, it was an accident.” I said quickly. He grabbed hold of my wrist and squeezed tightly.

“You will put down that tray and then follow me upstairs. Say you are going to help me with my jacket if anyone asks.” He said slowly, his eyes blazing with anger. I nodded timidly and set down the tray, following him out of the room.

Upstairs, he took off his jacket and turned to face me, clicking his knuckles as he tilted his head to the side, watching me like I was his prey. My heart began to hammer in my chest as I glanced up at him.

“I didn’t say you could look at me.” He said, making me look down at my feet. “Get on your knees you little bitch and apologize for ruining my expensive suit!” He shouted, shoving me down.

“I’m sorry for spilling wine on your jacket, Jackson, I am clumsy and lost my footing on the way back to the kitchen. I will make sure it never happens again. Please don’t hurt me.”

“You’re damn right it won’t.” He said. “Now...” I heard his belt unbuckle and him pull out through the loops in his trousers. “You’re going to take your punishment and then you’re going to stay up here. You don’t deserve to eat. You need to earn it.” I heard him fold the belt and felt him pull down the straps of my dress.

I yelped as the belt hit my shoulder. He was holding it with the buckle in his hand, but I knew that would change. There was another hit, and then another. He continued until I was begging him to stop.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please don’t hurt me.” I cried. He just scoffed and paused while he readjusted his grip before hitting me again, this time with the belt buckle. I felt it rip my skin open as it made contact and felt the hot blood trickle down my back. He hit me another ten times before he threw the belt on the bed and knelt down in front of me.

“Now, stay up here and don’t make a sound. I’m going to lock the door behind me so you don’t even try to get out.” He grabbed hold of my hair and pulled me up, making me cry out in pain. “Go do whatever you want with yourself. I don’t care.” He threw me into the corner of the room, leaving me crying and broken. I curled up in the corner, letting the tears roll down my face. I wasn’t going to be able to last much longer in this environment. I had to try and get out, whether that be I run away or end everything.

Why did my mind have to grace me with such a cruel yet calming dream? Why could I not be there? I knew that was how I was supposed to be treated in a relationship, but there was the fear of no one wanting me ever again with all my emotional baggage.

I let my brain drift away and shut down slightly to drown out the pain of the wounds on my back. I could hear faint voices, singing one of my favorite songs that would calm me down.

허공을 떠도는 작은 먼지처럼, 작은 먼지처럼 날리는 눈이 나라면 조금 더 빨리 네게 닿을 수 있을 텐데

눈꽃이 떨어져요 또 조금씩 멀어져요 보고 싶다 (보고 싶다) 보고 싶다 (보고 싶다) 얼마나 기다려야 또 몇 밤을 더 새워야 널 보게 될까 (널 보게 될까) 만나게 될까 (만나게 될까, ooh-ooh-ooh)

추운 겨울 끝을 지나 다시 봄날이 올 때까지 꽃 피울 때까지 그곳에 좀 더 머물러줘, 머물러줘

Translation:

Like the tiny dust, tiny dust floating in the air Will I get to you a little faster If I was the snow in the air

Snowflakes fall down And get farther away little by little I miss you (I miss you) I miss you (I miss you) How long do I have to wait And how many sleepless nights do I have to spend To see you (to see you) To meet you (to meet you)

Passing by the edge of the cold winter Until the days of spring Until the days of flower blossoms Please stay, please stay there a little longer

“Y/N? Can you hear me?” I heard someone call out to me. It sounded like Jimin. Was my brain really tricking me again?

“It’s not real. It’s not real. It’s not real.” I murmured to myself.

“No, princess, this is real. We are real.” Jimin said gently. “Come on, come back to me. To us. You’re stuck inside your mind. Just listen to my voice.” I could feel a hand on my shoulder and voices talking to me. My vision began to become fuzzy and then clear. I was back in Yoongi’s apartment. This was real. That was just a memory. A horrible memory.

“Jimin.” I cried out before dissolving into tears in his arms. “It was him. It was Jackson. I was back with him. I didn’t mean to spill the wine. It was an accident.”

He pulled me onto his lap. “You are okay. You’re safe. I’m here with you. Jungkook is here with you. Jin is here with you. Taehyung is here with you. We’re all here with you.” He rocked me gently from side to side, his hands rubbing a soothing rhythm on my back.

“Please don’t let him hurt me again.” I sobbed.

“Hey, shh, don’t cry, princess.” Jimin said, his voice cracking slightly. Was he crying? “I can’t stand it when you cry.” He admitted. “It breaks my heart.”

“Sweetheart, can you tell us what happened?” Jin asked, taking hold of my hand.

“I...” I sniffed, rubbing my eyes. “I’m not sure what happened. All I know is Yoongi raised his voice and made an action like he was about to hit something and then I was back there.” I took a deep breath to try and calm myself down. “It was strange. It was like I was reliving the past with no memory of what happened during that time, but I remembered all of you. I thought this was all just a dream.”

“This is not a dream.” Taehyung said gently, still keeping his distance. “But I’m slightly confused. Who’s Jackson?”

“Jackson is my abusive ex who I had run away from the night I met Yoongi.” I replied. “I don’t really like to talk about him because he caused some of the darkest moments in my life.”

“He sounds horrible. I’m glad you got away and found us.” Taehyung said.

I smiled at him. “I’m glad too.” I turned to look at Jungkook who was sat facing the wall. “Koo? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I’m fine.” Jungkook said, wiping his eyes quickly with his sleeve.

“No, you’re not.” I got off of Jimin’s lap and knelt down in front of him. “Why are you crying?”

“I was scared we had lost you. I was scared you had gone to a really dark place and were not going to be able to get out of it. It was so painful to watch.” He said quietly. “But you’re okay now, so I’ll be okay too.” He leaned down and kissed my lips gently. “I’ll always be okay if you are okay.”

“Thank you.” I smiled. I turned and saw Taehyung stood there awkwardly still. It was strange. I looked at him and in that moment I understood why he had said everything he had said. He was just scared and wasn’t sure how to deal with it, like I was. He dealt with his fear in a way he saw best, as did I, even if we were both wrong. “Tae.”

He looked at me and hummed. “What’s wrong? Do you guys need some privacy because I can go if you need me to.”

“No, Tae, I just wanted to say that I forgive you. I understand why you did what you did. You were like me, sort of. We were both scared of the situations we found ourselves in and the ways we dealt with it, no matter how bad they seem now, were what we thought was right at the time.”

“Do you... do you mean that?” He asked. I nodded, causing a boxy smile to form on his face. “Thank you. I’ll be the best boyfriend ever!” He pulled me into a hug, his tall frame completely enveloping mine.

“I think you have a few other competitors for that title.” I laughed, making him shrug.

“I don’t see them as competition.” There was a knock at the door, making us move apart.

“Who is it?” Jin called.

“It’s Yoongi. Can I come in? Please, I need to see her.” I heard Yoongi’s muffled voice say from behind the door. Jimin looked over to me. I looked between him and the door, trying to decide what to do.

“I...” I trailed off. He did shout at me and cause me to have a flashback for the first time, but that was not his fault. “Let him in.”

“Are you sure, darling?” Taehyung asked. I nodded.

“I have you four, don’t I?” I said. “My four protectors.”

“Your four protectors.” Taehyung confirmed, hugging me from behind and resting his chin on the top of my head. I sat down on the bed and Jimin looked at me once more before opening the door.

“Princess.” Yoongi came over to me and knelt in front of me. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you scared. I honestly didn’t know.” He said. His eyes were red and puffy. I could tell he had been crying.

“You caused her to have a flashback, Yoongi hyung.” Jimin said curtly.

“No.” Yoongi sat down on the floor in shock. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m such a terrible boyfriend. You should just reject me as your soulmate right now.” I looked at the other four, silently telling them to leave us alone. Jimin looked unsure, but allowed Taehyung to pull him out of the room.

“Yoongi, it was a mistake. You couldn’t have known. Even I didn’t know.” I said. “This is not your fault. It’s mine for having such a broken mind that it can’t even deal with a simple argument.” Yoongi looked up at me with a frown.

“Don’t you ever, ever say it is your fault. None of this is your fault. Don’t you ever say that, jagiya.” He said sternly, holding my hands.

“I forgive you, Yoon.” I said gently. “I will always forgive you. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, jagiya. I’m so sorry.” He said, leaning up to connect our lips.

“Where are Hoseok and Namjoon?” I asked.

“I sent them off to get pizza and lots and lots of snacks.” He said. “You said you wanted a movie night, and so I’m going to give you the best movie night ever.” He flashed his gummy smile at me, making me fall in love with him even more, and feel the safest I have ever felt in my life. All of them did.

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Here is a list of amazing bottom Louis fics that were posted or completed during the month of January. Between the third month of the Bottom Louis Fic Fest and all the other fics that authors posted throughout the month, it’s clear that this was a great way to start off the year of bottom Louis fics! Happy reading!

1) Leave It All Here In This Bed | Explicit | 1071 words

One of Louis’s many sleepless nights.

2) Games Are Only Fun If You Win | Explicit | 1554 words

Louis and Harry have a bet. If Louis wins that means he's off laundry duty. If he loses well.

Let's just say Harry won't be complaining.

3) If It Makes You Feel Alive | Explicit | 1691 words

Louis is horny one night on the tour bus so he and Harry fuck while trying not to get caught by the others.

4) Beg Me Silently | Explicit | 2140 words

“So, your boyfriend…is he planning a magic night for you at home?”

Louis snorts. “He’s not, actually. He’s pretty hardworking, you see, so he comes home late.”

“Such a shame.” Harry walks towards Louis, so close that they’re sharing the same space. “You’re so beautiful, Louis. If you were mine, I wouldn’t make you wait for me.”

5) Birthday Wishes | Explicit | 2895 words

Note: This is part 3 of this series.

The one where Harry takes Louis to dinner for his birthday, and gifts him with a vibrating butt plug he wears to the restaurant. Fluffy birthday sex follows.

6) New Year, New Beginnings | Explicit | 3577 words

Note: This is part 4 of this series.

The one where Louis and Harry unexpectedly end up at the same New Year's party. Louis makes Harry jealous, and Harry shows him just how bad of an idea that is.

7) Heaven In These Sheets | Explicit | 3557 words

Bunny Hybrid Louis has it out for his boyfriend’s phone.

8) Pits Of Love | Explicit | 3934 words

Harry smells Louis' sweat for the first time after they've moved in together. His alpha goes a bit wild.

9) First Blow Hits You Cold | Explicit | 3986 words

Louis wears a shirt with a big ass H on it for his livestream, and Harry really, really likes it.

10) Close Your Eyes And Surrender To Me | Explicit | 4209 words

Note: This is the sequel to this fic.

Harry hummed and pressed his lips to Louis’ forehead. “I am very stressed, but I also know you’re stressed and tired too.” He glanced to Louis’ face seeing the confirming nod. “But, if you’re sure you’re up for it.” Harry smirked, waiting for Louis to say it was okay before he laid the boy down on the bed and hovered over him. “I really love this color on you. You look so pretty. Always do.” He spoke quietly, rubbing his hands over Louis’ soft thighs and moving them to his tummy. He then moved his hands up to Louis’ hair. It had been a while since Louis’ last haircut and it was now long enough that he could tie it up in little ponytails and even little braids. Louis currently had two hair clips in his hair. One was gold with little stars on it and the other gold with a moon. “I love your hair princess. Do you feel pretty?” He asked.

11) P Is For | Explicit | 4349 words

Note: The pairing for this fic is Louis/Pedro Pascal.

Louis and Pedro, winter in New York, a coffee machine, and bilingualism.

12) Pull Out Your Heart | Explicit | 5028 words

He wants to apologise, the five letters sit on the tip of his tongue but he does not. It means nothing to either of them.

13) Loving You's the Antidote | Explicit | 5070 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

Prompt 302: Alpha Harry & Omega Louis are divorced but still spend each other’s heat/rut together because they only really trust each other but things get complicated when Louis (or Harry, author’s choice) spend it with someone else. Cue angst with a happy ending.

14) Sweet Talk With A Hint Of Sin | Explicit | 5095 words

“What the hell are you wearing?” Harry had the nerve to ask, and Louis bristled slightly.

“Well, what the bloody fuck does it look like?” Louis snapped, breaking his seductive demeanor momentarily because he was wearing this ridiculous get-up for Harry. He had thought that this would go over well.

And now that the moment was here, it was going anything but.

Harry’s brain seemingly malfunctioned, completely unbothered by the fact that he was now standing in an actual pool of red wine, or that there might even be broken glass directly next to his feet. He was focused solely on his boy splayed out on their bed. “Are those ears?”

“Yes,” Louis mumbled, reaching up to finger the burnt orange fur of the fox ears. “And a tail,” he said, shifting to lay on his stomach so that his perky ass was on display, showing the way his lube slicked hole had been prepped and was now hugging the impressively sized plug attached to the fox tail.

15) New York's Beauty | Mature | 5274 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

Prompt 104: AU where Harry is an alpha wolf and Louis is a hybrid kitten. They were roommates. While they were arguing about something stupid, Harry wanted to bend Louis over the kitchen table and knot him right there. He slowly accepted his feelings and extreme desire for Louis, so he started to tease the hybrid until he would beg Harry to fuck him. They fall in love.

Louis needs to feel comfortable with the camera so harry fucks him until he is blushing and calm and gentle.

16) I Went Astray To Make It Okay And He Made It Easy | Not Rated | 5537 words

Note: This is a sequel to #17 on this list.

Harry makes sure to put on his blue truckers hat that has 'if you ain't a fisherman, you ain't shit' printed on it to hold back his hair out of his eyes. He remembers when he came home after buying it and Louis went on for days about much he looked like such a Dad. He made sure to fuck him hard that night and show him that he's a fucking DILF not just a Dad.

17) You Make My Heart Beat Like The Rain | Explicit | 6611 words

Note: This is the prequel to #16 on this list.

"You're stunning, eh?" Harry whispers, his Canadian accent thick with lust. It usually slips out when he gets horny because he knows it turns Louis on. Harry presses his lips into the curve of his neck. His hot breath makes Louis shiver. He opens his eyes and sees Harry's bigger, tattooed arms wrapped around him, completely engulfing his smaller frame—and, fuck, maybe he is up for it.

Why does his boyfriend have to be such a fucking DILF? He blames it on a twitter thread he read a few weeks ago.

18) Baby, Let Me Love You Goodbye | Explicit | 6837 words

Harry and Louis are going through a divorce after being together for 10 years, so Louis comes over to collect his things, and, well…what’s a little goodbye sex, just one last time?

19) A Place To Call Home | Mature | 8113 words

The thing is, he’s pretty sure he’s found home in a person in his life, someone who’s been essential in everything he’s done since he was seven years old. Through every broken bone, through every breakup, through every failure; through every triumph, personal and professional, and every goal he has scored in his time in Man U, there’s been someone there for it all.

That’s his best mate. Harry. A twenty-two year old with the kindest heart known to man, a slow drawl that is entirely too endearing, with the dreams to open up his own flower shop. A quiet and earnest boy with those he doesn’t know, and open and honest and absolutely lovely with those he loves.

It all hits him, really, the night of their final game of the Premier League. Again, timing is not his forté. They’re gearing up, ready to hit the field for the second half against Liverpool that determines their ranking in the League, when his brain decides to come online (after seventeen years, apparently), and conveniently supply him with the revelation that oh yeah, you’re kind of in love with your best friend.

20) To Love Without Reason | Explicit | 8854 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

“Come on in, soldier,” Louis pats Harry’s chest and walks away, leaving Harry to follow behind.

Harry stands in the living room, looking around at Louis’ dwelling. Family pictures placed high on a shelf, certificates of Louis’ practice, and other trinkets that make Harry entirely too nostalgic.

“I have to warn you,” Louis says as he puts the kettle on, the water droplets from his hair trickling down the golden skin of his back. “The door jams if you lock it so you'll have to leave it ajar.”

Harry acknowledges with a soft hum, too entranced by Louis’ glistening skin to form a coherent reply.

21) It's A Game We Play In The Sheets | Explicit | 9426 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

“Louis is… He’s a boy I’ve been talking to.” He bit his lip, grin evident. “After I watched one of his videos during a Harry Reacts a few weeks ago I messaged him and…”

His sentence was cut short by the sound of a timid little “Hi” being whispered into his ears.

Harry closed his eyes for a second, pausing to take in the online presence of the real-life fairy, before he opened them and smiled. “Hey Lou. Ready to play with me?”

22) One Track Mind | Explicit | 9911 words

“You have a lot of friends, huh?”

Harry nods again. “A few.” The muscles of his bicep flex under Louis’ touch, and the alpha looks a bit drunk from the feeling, his eyes blinking slower and lips quirking at the corners. He’s leaning in, his alpha scent surrounding Louis from all sides.

“Mm,” Louis hums, squeezing his fingers tight, just to hear the sharp way Harry inhales. Then, when Harry is least expecting it, Louis returns the earlier sentiment—leaning up on his tiptoes and pressing his weight into Harry for balance, drawing his lips up close to Harry’s ear, and whispering, “Why don’t you go tell them goodnight.”

23) See You When I Get Home | Explicit | 10308 words

"What are you thinking about?" He repeats Louis' question from earlier.

"You." Louis' reply comes out in a moan. It shocks Harry, and his brain scrambles for the right thing to do, the right thing to say. He doesn't even know how to feel, or if he even heard Louis correctly.

"Me?"

24) Floating | Explicit | 10435 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

The one where Louis has control over water in every form but he doesn't know what to do with it. Harry is here to guide him.

25) I'm At Your Mercy Now (And I'm Ready To Begin) | Teen & Up | 10552 words

Where Louis' soulmark was leaked, Harry keeps his private. They're both famous popstars. Louis is waiting for his soulmate, Harry has a feeling it's him but Louis is completely oblivious.

26) You And I 'Till The Day We Die | Explicit | 10807 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

Prompt 124: A fic inspired by Groupie Love by Lana Del Rey, where Harry is a Rockstar and Louis is his cute little boyfriend who tries to hide himself in the middle of the crowd. (Preferably set in the 80s)

27) Moonlit Sky Over Gentle Waters | Explicit | 11377 words

Harry left his hometown to sail the seven seas and returns seven years later, yearning for something — or rather, someone — that he isn't sure he can have.

28) Late Night Devil Put Your Hands On Me (And Never, Never, Ever Let Go) | Explicit | 11524 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

Harry is a demon that feeds off of people’s nightmares. He finds his next meal in Louis’ dreams where he changes and molds them to become scary nightmares. Soon harry learns Louis is a lucid dreamer- he can act on his own in his dreams. They interact in the real world and have sex in the dream world. when the demon catches feelings for louis, he wants to live.

29) If You're Feeling Lonely | Explicit | 12807 words

The guest list is on the desk. Louis runs through it and stops a third of the way down, a familiar name catching his attention.

Harry Styles.

All he needs to do is confirm whether Harry Styles is the same Alpha whose scent left such a memorable impression on his body.

30) Want You To Play With Me | Explicit | 14335 words

"I'm quite not finished with you yet." Harry whispered right on the shell of his ears and squeezed the girth of his cock, making Louis shudder a sloppy puff of air as the tickling sensation ran through his spine, Harry was intoxicating. "Let me play with you a little more, Lou. I promise I'll give you what you want. Be my good boy, hm?" He slowly annunciated every word and licked a warm line on the nape of Louis' neck — Louis curled in his arms at that. Submitting himself a little bit more.

"Always wanna be your good boy." Louis whispered back and enveloped Harry's hand in his.

31) No Good Unless It's Real | Explicit | 17021 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

Louis is a very busy farmer who’s just trying to make it to his next nap and Harry’s the new hot vet that’s determined to infiltrate every area of his life.

32) Tennis Court | Explicit | 18285 words

Louis and Harry are co-workers and Louis is sure Harry hates him because he always refuses to help him with his heats.

33) Joker Is Wild | Explicit | 18444 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

Prompt 390: A reality show AU where Louis, Harry, Liam, Zayn and Niall are selected to stay at confined in a luxury mansion for 1 month, where they are required to have explicit, graphic sex at all times, like a porn Big Brother kind of show. Every week there are several different sexual tasks and trials that they must overcome together, which all ends in orgasms for all of them. When the boys all discover Louis is strictly a bottom, and a slutty one at that, they all can’t wait to get their hands on him. Bonus if other hot celebs are there too, like Shawn Mendes, for example. Includes lots of hard gay sex, rimming, blowjobs, gang bangs, ass worshipping (Louis ass, of course) and double penetration.

34) Baby, Let Me Love You Goodbye | Not Rated | 20249 words

Louis almost calls Harry daddy. Cue denial, feelings, and way too much dirty talk.

35) Give So Much (Not Enough) | Mature | 24610 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

“For my little lion,” Louis slid the smoothie bowl in front of Oscar, letting him dig in with his little hands. “And for daddy.”

He didn’t process the bowl in front of him, the push across the table causing a raspberry to roll off and fall on his lap, because Louis calling himself mummy may make him feel all sorts of mushy emotions, but Louis addressing Harry as daddy was suddenly having a very different effect on him. Since when did Louis saying daddy out loud render him speechless?

“Daddy’s still sleepy, but we’re up bright and early right Ossie?” Louis’ cooing shook him out of his daze. The man coughed, picking the raspberry off his lap and swallowing it with unintentional, and very unnecessary, eye contact with Louis. “Well, is it better than your protein smoothies and why?”

Harry chuckled, spooning another heap of the strawberry banana goodness into his mouth, “Way better sweetheart.”

A friends to lovers au with tons of mama Louis and domesticity.

36) Short And Sweet | Explicit | 29658 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

Louis is a shy university student in a world scarce of male omegas. He's always dreamt of having an alpha despite his sheltered upbringing, fantasizing about being loved and cared for. He's immediately smitten by the mysterious alpha with curly hair, broad shoulders, and the addictive coffee scent.

37) Under Thorn And Bramble | Explicit | 31931 words

Note: The pairing of this fic is Louis/OMC. This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

Prompt 445: A historical AU where Louis is working as a servant on a farm. The family that owns the farm is exceedingly cruel to him and he is often exhausted and in pain from his work. A mysterious stranger boards at the farm and is very intrigued by Louis, but Louis doubts his interest in genuine. Any pairing fine.

38) Pink In The Night | Explicit | 32324 words

His finger was tapping on Louis’ chat before Harry could even think about it, eyes reading over the last text he’d sent Louis. I miss you. Do you miss me?

Harry had felt so pathetic that December night, alone in the dark room of the Japanese apartment he’d been staying at, the strong smell of alcohol clinging to his clothes.

Louis hadn’t replied, but Harry wasn’t surprised; he had texted Louis a few times before while he’d been away, but there had never been a response.

It pained him to admit that this was their new normal.

39) Coeur De Pirate | Explicit | 34207 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

He tilts his chin up as the Captain strides across the deck, his footfalls falling loudly against the planks. The crew watches them from afar.

Stepping into his space, the Captain wraps an arm around Louis’ waist and pulls him in. He lowers his head to breathe his words against Louis’ cheeks. “I won,” he whispers, “I’ve come to claim my prize.”

40) If The Sun Don't Shine | Explicit | 36330 words

In a world where you meet your soulmates in dreams, Louis has spent the last three years going to bed hoping to finally meet his, only to end up disappointed time and time again. It all changes with a violin.

41) The Pirate And The Piper | Explicit | 38396 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

The one where Harry is Hook, Louis is Pan, and nothing is what it seems.

42) Begged And Borrowed Time | Mature | 40198 words

Prompt 60: Time travel AU where Louis somehow gets thrown back in time and ends up in the dark ages, during the reign of the Styles family.

43) I Ain’t Gonna Fence You In | Mature | 40645 words

Louis Tomlinson is a 18 year old city boy who is forced to spend his summer before his senior year at his aunts farm. There, he meets Harry, a 19 year old country boy his aunt hired to help around the farm.

Maybe the farm isn't the worst place to fall in love?

44) Don't Want No Other Shade Of Blue | Explicit | 43285 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

Prompt 339: it was foretold that Alpha Prince Harry would be mated to a beautiful male omega with eyes that could rival the stone amethyst, but Omega Prince Louis refuses to believe it.

45) No Easy Choice, But You’re Mine | Explicit | 44963 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

Louis is an omega hitman with one last job that goes a little sideways. Harry is the alpha bartender that looks a little too closely and cares a little too much.

46) Sedative Duty | Explicit | 46588 words

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Pop-star of the moment Louis Tomlinson is on his third-world tour. He decides to hire renowned professional dominant Harry Styles to unwind while on the road. In an effort not to raise suspicion by the crew, fans, and press, Harry pretends to be his bodyguard. He ends up being far more than that.

47) Just Always Be Waiting for Me | Explicit | 46837words

Note: Please be sure to check tags for any trigger warnings.

Harry Styles is a librarian at a private school who is not very devoted to his job but is very devoted to Louis Tomlinson, the resident English teacher, and has been ever since they met six years ago beneath a lonely streetlight.

Louis Tomlinson is a self confessed bookworm whose passion for Peter Pan, the literary classics and Harry Styles' happiness knows no bounds. He's self sacrificing, somewhat self loathing and haunted by a trauma he can't talk about.

Mutual pining abounds in this fic where a Peter Pan quote is never just a Peter Pan quote, caretaking is a love language and a platonic nude is never actually platonic. Louis has a kiss that belongs to Harry but he also has a painful past that might end up hurting them both.

48) Since The Future | Explicit | 48947 words

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"It's done."

The words were barely above a whisper when they left Harry's mouth, but they hit Louis with the force of a freight train. It was done. Holy fuck. They had created a time machine. And tomorrow, they were travelling to the future.

49) Dirty Laundry Looks Good On You | Explicit | 50581 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

When Louis Tomlinson finds his clothes lying in a sad soapy mess on top of the washing machine in which they are supposed to be, he acts upon his anger and retaliates. What he doesn’t expect is having to deal with a six-feet tall, curly-haired and dimpled man in return, who seems to arouse confusing feelings within him and to make his life take an unexpected turn for the better (or worse?).

50) Hamartia | Explicit | 66970 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

Six years is a long time for Louis to mend his heart back and erase every lingering, stubborn memory of his ex-lover, Harry Styles. But when news of the war being over spreads across the world like wildfire, and he stumbles upon the alpha he vowed himself to never see ever again, he realises that not even a lifetime will be enough for him to pick up the scattered, broken parts of his soul. He's far from expecting the alpha he loved to be struggling in the same way.

All the ointments in the world might never soothe the pain out, but it doesn't take long for them both to come to the conclusion that, maybe, the only medicine to their heartbreaks are what caused them in the first place.

51) Feeling Borrowed, Always Blue | Explicit | 68214 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

Louis has been dreaming of his wedding since he was young - he just never expected it to happen like this. words

52) Mind Over Matter (You Under Me) | Explicit | 73825 words

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It’s dark outside when Harry finishes practice for the day.

53) Rogue | Not Rated | 94992 words

Louis is a rogue Omega who's suffered through rejection and abuse for the biggest part of his life. He stumbles onto the Styles pack, quite possibly the kindness one he's ever met.

54) Chandeliers And Fake Smiles | Mature | 145010 words

On the brink of winning their first Grammy; up-and-coming rock band One Direction find themselves in the midst of the biggest scandal of their career - right before tickets for their world tour go on sale. in order to save their reputation, Louis Tomlinson must find it in his heart to forgive pop singer and heartthrob Harry Styles after his first impression rubbed him entirely the wrong way. after all, they cannot sell a relationship if it looks like they hate each other.

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captainrexisboo · 3 years

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Ice

-DJ Khaled voice- Another one.

What the fuck?? Four fics in just one weekend?? After two whole months of inactivity?? Aha, I am in no way as productive as you think I am. I’ve been sitting on all of these projects for almost three months now lmao- but they’re here now for your viewing pleasure, babes! This is a one shot Rex x Jedi!Reader, but they are not together. They do not get together. This is just Rex, pining for some oblivious Jedi General (you) and dealing with it by being grumpy and thinking he has the upper hand in teasing the reader. I left the gender of the reader pretty ambiguous I think? I hope?

No warnings apply, except I guess foul language if you don’t like that. And vague imaginings of semi steamy scenarios. Some angst if you squint. But really, it’s just fluffy pining, with a needy (and in denial) Rex. Comments, questions, reblogs and replies absolutely welcome and encouraged!

“T-take off the a-a-armor.”

The jaig eyes turned to you, the blue and white blending into the Pantoran ice and snow effortlessly. This would be the only environment suitable for their stark white armor as camouflage, and here you were demanding him stripped. Knowing you couldn’t read his bewildered expression, Rex tilted his head to you in a curious motion, “Why?”

“It’s fekkin’ f-freezin’ Cap,” you spoke through chattering teeth, pulling your robes tighter around you. He chuckled at your cursing, no other Jedi talked so blunt like you did, so casual. It was even worse when you were outside the temple, falling out of regulations and decorum the moment it was just you and your troopers. Hell, they didn’t even have to be your troopers. Force knows how often you’ve snuck around the barracks on Coruscant, going from battalion to battalion, whoever had furlough, making sure every clone gets at least a moment's worth of normalcy in their too-short life. Rex would be lying if he said it wasn’t endearing, and he may have felt a slight smidgen of pride that, aside from your own men, you seemed to find yourself in the 501st bunks the most.

“So? I’m perfectly toasty in this specialized insulated armor. You’re the one that decided not to wear your cold-assault gear until we got to the surface, General L/N,�� Rex teased, drawing out your name and title nice and slow, biting back a bit of laughter at the way you scrunch your nose whenever you got annoyed, “Why would you want me to de-kit? To be cold with you?”

“Don’t c-call me that, Rex,” you bit out, groaning at the formality, and the chill going down your spine, “Y-you know I’m just Y/N.”

“I’ll stop calling you proper, when you stop being a Jedi,” he chided, prodding some more at the fire in the dim cavern, the only light being the glowing embers in front of you and whatever was being illuminated off the snow right at the mouth of the cave. Your ship had crashed into the freezing moon in the midst of a brutal blizzard, luckily right next to the base of a mountain with accessible caves. Unluckily, you were also 15 klicks west of your rendezvous point, with the wind and snow causing major damage to your transmitters and interfering with the signal in your commlinks. You weren’t going anywhere, or talking to anyone, until the storm let up.

You huffed at his strict persona, you know Rex only acted so dogmatic to rile you up. You saw how nonchalantly he acted around Anakin and Ahsoka, even Obi-Wan at times. No, with you it was entertainment, a game to see how much you could take before breaking, and he loved it. Even without the Force, you could see it in the shake of his shoulders at his quiet laughter, hear the coy smirk in the dip of his drawl, watching the extra swing in his stride as he walked away triumphant every time, so sure he had succeeded in driving you crazy. This time, he had nowhere to run.

Ignoring his baiting taunt, you crawled around the fire to sit right next to him, “P-please, Captain? I’m r-r-really kriffin’ c-cold, and while the fire is so delightful, I think i-it’d be in both o-our best interests to h-have a second source of heat.”

Rex nearly dropped his stick he was using to poke at the kindles, tensing slightly before clearing his throat, “Oh? And what ‘source of heat’ did you have in mind?”

“D-don’t play dumb,” you shivered again, pouting at how you stuttered while he sat a little too well composed for your liking, “I know the K-Kaminoans t-taught you all about s-s-survival tactics. I d-do it with my boys a-all the time. Strip to your b-blacks, m-me to my t-t-tunic, then I’ll wrap my robes around the two of us. B-body heat, Rex.”

Your boys. Your affectionate term for your ever-faithful battalion, that apparently frequently slept and cuddled with you in the most innocent and familiar of ways. Still, something about it made Rex’s stomach stir, his mouth twisting from a smirk into a silent snarl under his helmet. He wasn’t against ‘cuddle puddles’ with the vode, every single brother took part in them, and it wasn’t unusual to find a stray jedi or padawan compacted in the very middle of the pile. He knew for a fact that the 212th had regular arguments as to who’s turn it was to use General Kenobi as a pillow (and that Cody never partook in those bouts- no, he was always the General’s pillow). In theory, he knows it's more than a possibility for you to be a part of them, especially with your extremely relaxed extroverted personality, but actually hearing you say it out loud had something ugly rear its head to sour the Captain’s mood. He attempted to shoo the little creature away, trying to scare it off with a forced cough to make it scurry back into hiding and leave his inner peace alone. His mind clear again, he peered into your pleading doe eyes through his visor, seeing the flames flickering reflections off your irises in a whimsical dance. His gaze went lower, following the slope of your nose, before tracing the shape of your full pout, lips trembling and reddened from the cold, nearly beginning to chap. The slight clicking of your teeth as he watched you shiver under your robes made him resign to your request, sighing as he removed the cowled helmet, “Fine. Why you didn’t just wear your own cold-assault gear is beyond me, but I’ll help you stay warm this time.”

“Oh, thank the force,” you whimpered, immediately dropping the outermost robe from your shoulders, staying on your knees as he stood up to remove his layers. Rex nearly dropped his cuirass, watching you unwrap your tan-colored linen underneath to reveal a gripping white tunic, clinging to your every curve and muscle, no part of you left to the imagination except the actual flesh itself. You even discarded your boots and breeches, leaving you in opaque black tights. Without the safety of his helmet, Rex tore his eyes from you, desperate to hold onto some semblance of rectitude, taking a deep inhale through his nose before continuing his own removal. Rex could feel the tip of his nose numbing just slightly, shaking his head at what the hell was he doing-

“You know, if we get found like this-”

“We’ll s-say I got hypothermia and you were ‘d-doing your duty t-to protect the Jedi’,” you giggled, a little forced, hands coming up to rub at your shoulders, attempting to create some friction, but wincing at the iciness of your fingers, “Rex, hurry!”

Your whine of his name had him hesitant to remove the bottom half of his armor, already starting to feel something forbidden gathering in the depths of his stomach. He tried to fend off the feeling by turning his head to the stone wall and talking- though whether that was an effective decision remained to be seen. “I’m just saying, can’t you use the Force or whatever to warm yourself up? Isn’t that something you can do? I know you can use the Force for healing purposes, this’d be like that, right?”

“If I had f-followed the path of m-m-medical practice, sure,” your breath came out in little clouds as you puffed through another tremor, wrapping your dark robe around your shoulders as you waited for Rex to finish, “But, I didn’t, I chose the kn-n-nights, and so I’m here, and n-now I’m your problem.”

“My problem,” Rex grumbled under his breath as he sat back down, tugging at the final parts of his boots, not caring that you could actually hear him, “Skywalker is my problem. Tano is my problem. Kenobi can even be considered my problem at times, but you, General? No, no, no. You’re not my problem, you’re-”

Turning back around to face you, he nearly choked on his own spit. He hadn’t realized how close you were, and without his helmet, his nose brushed against yours in an innocent bunny kiss, the brief friction making him jump back nearly a foot away. A teasing chuckle left you at his skittish reaction, cocking your head to the side as you opened your robe back up and beckoned him closer, “Wrong way, Captain. C’mere.”

His throat felt tight, closing off almost everything, even air, and despite his discarded layers he was certain the back of his neck was beginning to sweat. The way you so carefully had folded your legs, thighs pillowing together in such an enticing way, leaning on your elbow to pronounce the slope of your hips and curve of your waist...he could so easily wrap his arms around you perfectly, before settling his head to rest on your chest and memorize the beat of your heart- the pinch of his nails digging into the meat of his palm drew him out of his mind before he could fall any further down that rabbit hole. He cleared his throat, throwing his gaze to the floor as his entire being tensed, “This…i-is not regulation, General.”

“Oh my maker you’ve been hanging out with Echo too much,” you groaned, throwing your head back dramatically, “Rex, please?”

He swallowed down a hard gulp of air, inching his way over to you, without looking up from the floor. You met him halfway, dragging your thickest robe behind you, and sighed in relief at the natural waves of heat coming off of him. Every single clone ran hot, and you trapped that heat by throwing the robes over the two of you, wrapping your hands around the back of Rex’s head and pulling him into your neck as you leaned against a standing rock.

One minute his eyes were counting cracks and jagged holes scattered over the cave floor, and the next they were gifted with a gracious view of your form, so close he could smell your clean body wash, a soft mint that tickled his nose, and he had to count to ten to control his breath so he didn’t just inhale you instead of oxygen. It was a concentrated effort made extremely difficult due to the delightfully sharp pressure of your nails against his scalp. You already felt like heaven, he had to tense himself from wanting to grab for more of you- which he didn’t have to do anyways. You had pulled him into you, his nose brushing over your neck, the tip still chilled, making a breathless giggle leave you, “Oh, your nose is s-so icy!”

“Who's fault is that,” Rex grumbled into you, mumbling to try to keep his lips from mouthing over your exposed collarbone. What he couldn’t stop was the delighted shiver that ran through him as your hands started massaging the tired planes of muscle in his back, making him lose a bit of discipline and dropping flush against you. He made a horrified sound, the breath strangled in his throat as he felt a nervous sweat thickly dripping over the back of his neck, before that sweet amused sound left you once again.

“Rex, you're so tense! Here, lemme just-”

Your hands worked in smooth motions, rubbing deep into his tired tissue. He could feel his eyes roll back into his head, biting the swell of his lip to keep any lewd sounds from leaving him, focusing on syncing his breath with the flow of your touches. His form was finally slack, keeping you trapped underneath him as his arms tentatively found their way around your waist, holding you to him, his face buried in the crook of your neck. You hummed at the coverage of him over you, leaning to nuzzle against the side of his head, the prick of his blond tickling the tip of your numbed nose. You whispered to him, eyelids growing heavy as you curled into him, “Thank you, Captain.”

Your breathing evened out, deep and slow, your hands coming to a rest, stopping on the small of his back and between his shoulder blades. Rex couldn’t believe it; you had fallen asleep in his arms. His eyes slowly peeked open, and he wiggled a bit, getting to a place where he faced you instead of the rock you were both leaning on. His eyes were nearly level with your jawline, he could trace the profile of your parted lips, still threatening to chap in the cold air, but your breath didn’t stutter anymore from the chill. He really was helping keep you warm.

He had dreamt about those lips, memorized the way they shaped his name, watched the direction you preferred to run your tongue over them while you were deep in thought. He licked his own lips in just that way, thinking about how maybe it’d feel if he were to do that to yours.

Maker, he was awful. Thinking about his wretched togue playing at your perfect lips, while you laid so peaceful and trusting underneath him.

Rex prided himself as a man of honor, he wasn’t so foolish as to attempt anything, but even just thinking about you in this vulnerable way as you let him hold you… he felt slimy, unworthy to be in your good graces. He let out a shuddering breath, not in the cold but in longing, exhaling your name as his arms brought you impossibly closer to him. For however long the two of you had, however long the storm lasted, he would treasure this. He would treasure you.

He was a fool for fighting you on this. Being lulled by your breath to join you into rest as the blizzard raged on, the only thing he would change would be how late he was in agreeing to your conditions. When you both awoke, with the snow settled and communications running, when you were both with your respective teams, and yourself in proper gear, Rex would still have tonight in his memory. He would still be holding you in his arms, breathing you in, and playing the memory of your heartbeat, the soft thumping tempo so soothing, on repeat in his mind.

#captain rex #captain rex x reader #captain rex imagine #captain rex x y/n #captain rex x you #pining #cuddling for warmth #oblivious reader #grumpy captain #hes done with your shit but fucking hells youre so damn cute #swtcw fanfic #commander rex #the clone wars #star wars the clone wars #star wars #my writing #liz speaks #jedi!reader #oblivious!reader

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honeypirate · 3 years

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This is pro hero AU. Everyone is aged up and in my mind like all 23/24

Event Masterlist

Kirishima x fem reader, best friends to lovers, smoke sesh

Summary: monthly get together with your hero friends from high school, but you’re most excited to see the man you’ve been crushing on since graduation. Friends to lovers with happy tears bc weed makes me want to cry with joy sometimes and I know that Kirishima would be so sweet if his love was reciprocated.

Warning:! It’s a little suggestive at the end!! Kiri gets a boner!! Weed makes people horknee

You put your car in park outside of Kaminari’s apartment, excited to see your friends after a long hard month. Nerves are twisting around in your belly, anxiety from being able to finally see the man you were secretly in love with.

Since the end of high school you’ve all been amazing friends, bonding in your last year over smoking weed and having a tradition that stuck even now.

Once a month you’d smoke together and have a sleepover in someone’s room(but now apartment), always rotating rooms/person who brings the weed. This month you were in charge of the drugs and Kaminari was in charge of hosting.

You knock a few times on the door and several voices yell ‘come in’ making you think of high school and bringing a smile to your face.

“Hey guys!” You say when you walk inside

“Y/n!” Kaminari yells

“Y/n’s here!” Sero says and hops from the couch to come hug you

“Who’s here?!” Shinsou shouts somewhere deeper in the apartment

“Y/n Is!” Mina says excitedly as she gets up from the couch with Hagakure who both run to hug you after Sero lets go.

“Hey y/n” Shinsou says with a head nod as he exits the kitchen

Bakugou grumbles a hello from his place on the floor, back against the couch as he plays a switch game “can we finally get this show on the road then? I’ve been stressed all damn day and looking forward to this stupid shit” you walk over to him and ruffle his hair, he had new undercut and it looked nice.

“Good to see you too Kacchan” you say and he rolls his eyes gently pushes your hand away even tho his cheeks were a little dusted in pink. Oh how you loved to tease him.

“Is Kirishima here?” You ask, hoping your voice sounds calm cool and casual

You hear some things falling down in the kitchen and the sounds of scrambling before your favorite redhead comes into the living room

“I’m right here!” He says with an embarrassed laugh before he envelops you into a big hug, pulling you to his large chest as he holds you tight. You laugh and wrap your arms around him as much as you can, burying your face in his chest and hoping when you pulled away your cheeks wouldn’t be too warm.

“Glad you could make it” he says when he lets you go and you smile “me too” you say softly, your eyes sparkling

(Not pictured, the rest of the room staring like “I swear to god if they don’t get together soon...” and bakugous envious eyes)

You reach in your bag and pull out the black glass jar you use to keep your weed in. Your thumb brushes over the golden sunshine that was on the side of the jar and you smile, remembering when Kirishima gave it to you. You pull off the rubber lid and pull out a few joints you already had made, the smell of strong weed escaping the jar and filling the space around you.

You sit on the floor beside Bakugou and Kirishima sits on your other side, legs out in front of him and one arm behind him as he leaned subtly toward you. Sero sat next to Kiri, Kaminari next, then Shinsou, Hagakure, and Mina to round out the circle all lounging on the couch.

You hand the first one to Bakugou and he snatches it, placing it in his lips as you smile, holding out a lighter and he leans forward keeping eye contact as the end lights, sending your heart into a frenzy with his smirk. He knew how hot it was and abused his power, it’s why you could never fall for him.

He takes a long inhale and holds it “that’s nice” he croaks with eyebrows raised and a smile, holding in the smoke for another moment before letting it out. He takes another hit before passing it to you, Mina sliding open the window behind the couch.

You take in a lung full of the acrid smoke and hum, your eyes closing as you hold it for a moment then let it out with a satisfied sigh. “Yeah” you say and take another hit, passing it to Kirishima who winks with a shy smile when the joint leaves your fingers.

Him on the other hand. He was handsome and adorable but he didn’t abuse it. He was a good man and what mattered most to him was helping people and being a good hero, how could you not fall in love with his kind eyes and heart? Or the way his jaw tensed when he swallowed or the way his high smile looked, the way he texts you periodically through the weeks to make sure you’re doing okay, or the way he...

you pull your gaze away from Kirishima’s profile with a shake of the head and warm embarrassed cheeks. You were feeling just a little bit high and we’re staring and zoned in to just how much you adore Kirishima and how much joy you feel when you’re around him. get it together y/n.

You make eye contact with Bakugou and he raises his eyebrows with an accusatory look and crosses his arms. You laugh softly and cover your cheeks with your hands, looking away and pretending nothing just happened. Bakugou scowls but eventually gives in to the relaxed state the weed gives him, accepting that you wanted Kiri and not him and that it was okay.

After the joint makes its way around you pull out your puff puff pass card game and shuffle them before placing them in the middle of the group, the three on the couch sinking to the floor so they could reach as the joint finds Hagakure

“Kacchan.” You say “First hit equals first card”

he rolls his eyes before leaning up and snatching the card and reading it out loud “name all the cereal brand mascots” he reads and then flicks the card back down, it spins as it flies across the circle and he chuckles when it hits Kaminari.

“Uhhh” he says as he sits up straighter, taking the joint from Hagakure and pulling a hit as he thinks “tony the tiger” he says with smoke as he exhales and takes another quick hit, handing the joint to you and you tap the ash into the top of an empty soda can as he continues.

“The leprechaun fucker. Snap crackle pop. Toucan Sam. Trix are for kids bunny.” He continues to name them all easily and you are staring at him in shock for a moment before laughing

“nice one Kacchan” you say as you take a card yourself.

You take a nice long hit with a smirk as you hold up your card that says “puff” and Kirishima laughs, taking the joint from your fingers as he leans for a card “lucky lucky y/n” he says and then looks at his card, reading as he takes a drag. “Go in a circle naming colors until someone messes up”

he chuckles and starts off by saying “blue” the game ends when Bakugou says “Skobeloff” and you laugh so hard against Kirishima’s shoulder you can’t think of any more colors.

But what you can think of is how your stomach flutters and your skin is on fire under Kirishima’s large hand resting on your back, holding you close as you both laugh together.

The game goes on for an hour and a half until all the cards are gone and everyone is just high and chill, someone is playing soft music through Alexa and all the windows and balcony doors are opened, cool night air coming up as you talk and eat snacks that were brought out earlier.

“Come with me” Kirishima says and hooks his pinky into yours when your conversation with Mina ended.

“Lead the way” you say with warm cheeks and hooded eyes as he guides you to the empty balcony.

“It’s such a nice night don’t the bugs sound beautiful?” You sigh as you lean on the railing, looking up at the moon, the bugs in the park below seeming to sing to you.

“I’ve missed you so much” he admits with a shy laugh and when you turn to look at him his cheeks are flushed and his eyes are on the floor as he scratches behind his head.

“You have?” You ask, unable to hide the happiness and smile in your voice and he looks up as you walk slowly up to him.

“So much” he says with a shaky laugh

you wrap your arms around his neck, standing on your tiptoes as you pull him close.

“Oh Eijiro” you say breathless into his ear, your heartbeat racing and body feeling like you’re spinning as his arms hold you tighter to him “I’ve missed you too” you admit and he sighs in sweet relief as his shoulders relax.

“I don’t want to go a month without seeing you again. You’re more to me than just a high school friend or pro hero college. Through school and now when we work together I just, I couldn’t help but catch feelings for you. Your wonderful personality and your kindness shines through every part of you and you are such a beautiful person inside and out”

He’s saying all this as he hugs you, less flustered without having to see your face and your heart is soaring. You feel your eyes well up in happy tears and you pull back, cupping his cheeks in your hands as he looks down at you with worry in your eyes.

“Y/n what's wrong?” He says and you laugh with a smile as he wipes your tears

“Eijiro,I’m sorry.” you say with a smile wiping your cheeks “Ive been in love with you since graduation and I guess it’s just overwhelming with the drugs” you say and laugh softly, your eyes burn from your makeup as you get it together.

he feels his own eyes well up with tears and he looks up with furrowed brows and eyes screwed shut trying to stop them

“Really?” He asks and his voice cracks a little

you take his hand, leading him to the couch on the balcony, sitting him down and sitting in his lap, straddling his legs and running your fingers through his hair. He sighs softly in relief, your fingers sending extra tingles down his spine with every pass through his hair.

“I love the way you treat the community like they’re your friends and family” you say and kiss his cheek “I love how you always remember the little things about me, things I never even realized I mentioned. Like when you brought me lemon iced tea” you kiss his nose and he chuckles softly, his cheeks turning pink and his eyes looking into yours as a few happy tears escape his eyes

“I love when you laugh, your nose twitches just a little bit and it’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen” you kiss between his eyebrows

“I love so many things about you, Eijiro. I’d love to spend as much time as it take telling you every one of them” you cup his cheek and kiss away his tears

“I love you so much” he whispers, his voice cracking again from the tears and he chuckles at it

You lean down and brush your nose against his, his eyes fluttering closed as he sighs happily “Eijiro can I kiss you?” You whisper and he nods excitedly as he cups your cheek and connects your lips.

His lips were soft, softer than you originally thought they’d be. His other hand rested in your hip and squeezes lightly as he bit your bottom lip between his sharp teeth.

You gasp softly then laugh when your body floods with tingles from his action.

Your tongue licks at his as he deepens the kiss, his hold on your hip tightening and your hands burying in his hair.

Your lips tingle in the most amazing way, your head was light and you felt like your whole world was spinning and falling through space as your tongues and lips moved in tandem.

You aren’t entirely sure how long you’ve been kissing him, your sense of passing time fucked with how high you felt, but when you leaned back you sucked in a big gasp of air with a smile and a breathless chuckle.

Your thumb runs over his bottom lip as you gaze down at him, his lips were swollen and you’re sure your lips match. Your chin felt like you got a burn from his stubble but you didn’t care.

“We should go back in before they come looking and find us sticking out tongues down each other’s throats” you say and he chuckles, his fingers carding through your hair and his hand on your hip had at some point moved to be on your back, his thumb up under your shirt with his thumb rubbing across your skin slowly as he held you pressed to his chest.

“I don’t want to” he says quietly with a chuckle

“Come on love, don’t tell me you haven’t been missing some down time with Kacchan” you say, his face brightening as you remind him about his other best friend.

“Okay maybe I want to a little bit but .. uhh” he looks away embarrassed, his cheeks flushing “I need a moment or two” he says, voice rising a few octaves at the end, hoping you understand what he’s saying.

You look at him for a beat before you feel something pressed to your thigh “Oh!” You say, your heart hitching and cheeks immediately warming “okay” you say and lean forward, kissing his cheek before getting off his lap carefully and sitting beside him on the couch.

You lace your fingers together and lay your head on his shoulder as you look up at the stars “it really is a wonderful night” he says as the cool night air blows.

You give his hand a little squeeze and sigh softly with a smile “yeah. The best one had in a while”

#kirishima fluff #ejiro kirishima x reader #kirishima x y/n #kirishima x reader #kirishima x you #bnha kirishima #tw drugs #tw suggestive

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itstittycitybaby · 3 years

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Flirty and Lin Halloween Special

a/n: ok before you all come and fuck me, this is just a special alright. the timeline is non existent. thinking of a christmas special now but flirty is wearing the santa outfit that regina george wears. also thank you to the anon for giving me this idea and giving me premission to write it! it was sooo much fun :)). with that being said here’s tonight’s halloween special.

Warnings: NSFW 18+,mommy kink, slight pet play?, degradation, thigh riding.

It was stupid really. Halloween was a holiday where drunken idiots paraded around and made stupid decisions. If you were to ask the police in Republic City what day they arrested people the most on, all of them would collectively agree that it was Halloween night. Which meant more paper work to file and sign and an even grumpier Chief.

“Plllleeeeaseeee, it’ll be soo much fun! For old times sake?” Lin regretted agreeing to showing up to Asami’s mansion for a foolish party. But the way you pleaded and batted your lashes made Lin feel weak. You knew if you batted your lashes and asked sweetly, Lin would give you anything. Even the damn moon. So, here she was.

Lin stepped into the mansion. Cheesy pumpkin decorations and spooky ghosts hung throughout the entrance of the manor. Fog from smoke machines whisped around the main entrance. Lights winkled and hung from the banisters of the stairs in a pattern of red, orange, and yellow. Lin had to give Asami credit for the decorations. She really outdone herself.

“Chief!” Lin groaned. She hoped to sneak in unnoticed but fate seemed to have other plans in store. “What,” she grumbled at Mako. “Just surprised to see you,” he answered, a drink in hand. Bolin stood beside him talking to some girl in a green ball gown and gold masquerade mask. Lin knew it wasn’t you, but she wished it was. At least then she wouldn’t have to talk to these idiots.

“I’m surprised I even bothered to show up,” she snarked. “I’m glad you did,” Asami piped up with a cheerful smile, revealing fake fangs. She wore a black lace dress with a slit and low cut on the top. A train of black lace pooled around her feet. There was fake red blood under her lips. ‘Typical’. “Nice costume,” Asami said, pointing to the cat ears on Lin’s head. You had begged her to at least wear something festive instead of her armor. “Thanks,” Lin muttered. Her eyes shifted around the room. She seemed to be searching from something. Searching for you.

Mako and Asami glanced at each other awkwardly. The air became tense and uncomfortable but Lin ignored it. She was busy trying to find your face in the crowd. “There’s refreshments in the ball room with some dancing. Knock yourself out!” Giving one last smile to Lin, Asami left her alone with the two idiot brothers, black lace pillowing behind her. It was going to be a long night.

****

Lin’s heart stopped. The infamous pink silk bunny suit was back. She didn’t know you even still had it. It barely covered your chest and it made your ass pop out. White fluffy bunny ears sat on your head and there was a little white puff ball sitting above your ass. On your thighs were pink heart garters with white thigh high stockings.

The choker topped it all off. It was pink with frilly white lace on the sides and a pink bow with a bell stuck in the middle. It rang softly every time you moved. You were chatting with some of the guests while pouring a fruity drink. Bolin had been the first to see you. His eyes popped out of his head and his jaw hung open. Lin scoffed and her brows furrowed, looking in the direction his eyes fell. Lin felt her face become red and her lips pulled into a sneer; she was absolutely seething. How dare that idiot gawk at you like that? Her eyes narrowed dangerously, lips curling.

“See something you like,” she barked. “N-no m’am,” Bolin stammered, eyes snapping away from yours. His gaze fell to his shoes and he stubbornly refused to look up. Lin could see Bolin’s cheeks scarlet. Mako coughed with his cheeks turning pink and refused to glance in your direction. “E-excuse us Chief,” Mako mumbled, pulling his brother by the back of the collar. Lin ignored him and trained her eyes on you.

****

“Bumi!” Your best friend turned around. A cigar hung out of his lips and a glass of rum in cupped in his hand. Bumi’s eyes lit up once he saw you. “Oof,” he grunted from the bone crushing hug you gave him. You smelt faintly of cotton candy.

“Ya look great! never thought I’d see this again” Bumi said, gesturing to the signature bunny costume. You giggled, “Thanks! Lin’s probably already been threatening people because of it.”

Bumi let out a booming laugh. Several glances were thrown your way but you didn’t care. You missed him. It had been so long since you’ve seen your best friend. Bumi was a kindhearted soul who was very thoughtful (even if his brother and Lin disagreed). You could always count on him.

“She was always a jealous one wasn’t she?” You nodded, sipping the vodka in your punch and relishing the burn that traveled down your throat. Asami mentioned there wasn’t going to be any alcohol, so you snuck a tiny bottle of liquor in your costume. It would be lame without a drink. The vodka made the fruit punch taste a little more bitter. How Lin could drink vodka straight up was beyond you.

“How’s er..the lad doing?” You smiled sadly at the mention of your brother. “Good enough. Haven’t been able to see him in a while. You know how he is, working and stressing himself out to the max.”

“Jus’ like a bright inventor I know. They work too hard on themselves.” You smiled, “Well, we know where he gets it from.” The two of you stood next to each other in comfortable silence. Bumi seemed lost in thought as he swirled his glass full of rum around. “Is Tenzin here?” He chuckled at the light snarkiness in your voice. You never seemed to let go of the grudge you held against Bumi’s brother.

He followed your gaze to the dance floor. People were piled on it and dressed in different costumes. Their hips swung to the pulsing beat. The floor was foggy from the smoke machine and balloons glided through the air as they floated up and down. “Nah,” Bumi scoffed, “mentioned Pema taking the kids out trick or treating..I think.” You hummed. From what you heard Tenzin’s wife seemed nice but..you always held a grudge.

“Hey guys!” You and Bumi turned to Korra and Asami. “Hey,” you replied happily. “Great decorations Asami!” She grinned, fake fangs glinting in the light. “Thanks! It took so long to get the lights up there.” She gestured to the twinkling yellow, red, and orange lights scattered onto the ceiling of the ballroom.

“You look great!” You grinned, “Thanks Korra! Decided to dig this one up from the good ol’ days.” “Must be why Lin was so grumpy earlier,” Asami piped up, a knowing smirk on her face. You chuckled. “Seems I’ve lost her. She’ll find me eventually.” The three of you chatted a bit more before Asami and Korra excused themselves. Asami’s dress trailed elegantly behind her and an elegant arm around Korra’s shoulders. They both looked hot tonight.

“When do you think the two of them will get together,” Bumi asked. “Twenty bucks says in a week.” Bumi grinned, taking your outstretched hand and shaking it. “Deal.”

As Bumi rambled on about something, you could feel the eyes staring in your back. Tingles traveled down your spine and your blood ran cold. The idea of someone watching you made you nervous. You glanced around, but there was no face in the crowd.

It’s fine, just being paranoid, you thought as you tuned into the conversation. You had turn a second too early, for most of the crowd dispersed from the floor, revealing a cat ready to pounce.

****

Lin watched your hips swing around on the dance floor. The bunny suit made your ass swell even more. Spirits, how she missed this outfit. You didn’t notice her hungry stare as she observed from afar.

You looked so happy dancing the night away. Lin had stalked you like a cat watching its pray as the night became older. You were always a social butterfly and loved sweeping the crowed off its feet. Anyone in your eyes deserved a chance to have fun despite Lin’s grumbling when the two of you went out. Still, it surprised her that you were friends with Tenzin’s oaf of a brother. But you were kind and caring, even if you were naive.

Lin chuckled darkly as she weaved her way through people’s sweating bodies. The grime between people and their dancing was disgusting, but she shook it off. Her mission was getting to you.

You were a few yards away from Lin. Her footsteps became slower and more calculated the closer she got. Your back was turned to her as you moved to the music. Lin loved how vulnerable you were. So unaware and carefree. At first glance you seemed innocent and sweet, but Lin knew better. No, you were naughty to the bone.

As you were about to turn around, Lin pounced. Her arms wrapped around the front your body, chest pressing up against your back. You squeaked, much to Lin’s delight. Her dark red lips pressed gently against the shell of your ear. You shivered, trying to wiggle out of her grip. Lin’s arms tightened around you as a warning, trapping you against her.

You shivered as her dark chuckle sent goosebumps down your bare spine. “Ah ah ah,” Lin tutted, pressing you even closer. Her armor was cold and the metal dug into your back. “Seems like I’ve caught me a little rabbit.”

Your cheeks flushed red and you let out a whine. Lin laughed; its dark tone made you excited and nervous. Her lips kissed your ear gently. She trailed her lips down from your jaw to your neck. You shivered again making Lin hum. She nuzzled into your neck and inhaled. “Cotton candy hm? How fitting.” You swallowed thickly, eyes darting to the crowd. No one seemed to be paying attention to the two of you. That was good.

Lin followed your gaze. “Think they’re watching? Seeing what a slutty bunny you are? Maybe they should watch us, so they know what happens to whores prancing around waiting to be bent over. You’d like that wouldn’t you?” You muffled a soft whimper and clamped your thighs together. Lin chuckled and kissed the side of your neck gently. She barely even started and you were already so needy.

“Too bad I don’t like to share what’s mine,” she whispered softly into your ear. Her words swept across your skin making you tremble. Lin’s fingers traveled up your chest and to the pink choker around you neck. The lace was delicate and soft in her fingers as she tugged on it softly. The bell jingled loud enough for the two of you to hear over the music. “Fuck,” she cursed softly, “What I’d give to fuck you with that collar on.”

“L-Lin,” you whimpered, face burning with shame. Lin smirked, letting the collar go. Your lips pulled into a pout as her arms let go of you. “Meet me in the closet in the main hallway. First one to the left. Five minutes. Or else.” She smacked your ass making you squeak. It stung only a little but still hard enough to where you rubbed it gently. “In a second I just gotta-” You turned around to see her. She was gone.

****

You tore through the floor quickly, running through the crowds. Damn these heels! Were you desperate? Maybe to other people but dammit you wanted to get fucked so hard in this suit!

Your heels clacked onto the tile floor. “Hey Y/N!” ‘God fucking-’ “Yes,” you gritted out, turning to find Asami. “Going somewhere?” You hated the smirk and the knowing twinkle in her eye. She held in a laugh at the dark lipstick marks on your neck. “Just gotta pee,” you lied, turning to bolt like your life depended on it. “Don’t let me stop you,” Asami said winking. You grumbled, cheeks flaming with shame as you hurried to the closet.

****

You almost cried with joy as you faced the closet door. You had gotten there just in the nick of time. Asami had almost put your life on the line but you made it. You glanced around quickly to make sure no other party goers were watching. ‘Coast’s clear’. As you opened the door, a hand reached out and yanked you in there.

You yelped as your back was shoved into the wall. A hand clamped over your mouth tightly. The door closed with a soft thud. The sound of the lock turning made you tingle with excitement. “Shhh,” Lin cooed, fingers slowly trailing up to your chest. “Don’t want anyone to find us hm?” You whimpered as her fingers lightly rubbed over your nipples. The sensation was muffled from the silk bunny suit covering them.

You tried tugging the suit down to let your chest free, but a hand smacked you. You grumbled, rubbing the top of your hand softly. “Keep it on.” “Yes mommy,” you whined. “Good bunny,” Lin cooed softly. She smirked as she felt you tremble underneath her.

Lin kissed your jaw softly. You let out a sigh, wrapping your hands around her shoulders. Her soft lips trailed down your neck with kisses and bites. Once Lin got to the side that drove you wild she started sucking. “Mmm~,” you moaned softly as she sucked purple hickeys into your skin. Lin’s left thumb pressed lightly against your nipple. The silky fabric sent tingles down your spine. Her other hand cupped your jaw lightly. She suckled lightly under your jaw, knowing that place drove you wild. You moaned softly as her thumb rubbed your nipple harder.

Her lips pulled away from your neck. You grumbled, making Lin snort. “Suck,” she commanded, swiping her right thumb over your pink glossy lips.

Immediately, you took the finger in her mouth. Lin hummed as your tongue swirled around her it. Your warm and wet lips wrapped around her thumb, coating it in spit. You nibbled on the tip of her thumb gently, smearing her finger with pink gloss. She always went wild seeing your mouth a mess after choking or slobbering all over whatever she gave you.

Lin pulled away. The sound making a wet pop. You whined pathetically. “Be a good bunny and take what I give you. Don’t want to be punished do you?” “No mommy, I’ll be good I promise.” “Good rabbit,” Lin purred, pinching your nipple lightly as a reward. Your brain felt hazy and dizzy already. The closet was pitch black and you wished you could see her. You were afraid of the dark, but with Lin kissing and sucking in all the right places, she was the only thing you could focus on.

Her lips smashed against yours and she nibbled on your bottom lip. You bit her lip playfully and refused to open them in retaliation. She growled against your mouth, fingers inching up to your chest. You mewled as they pinched and rubbed your left nipple over the silk. It felt so smooth and cool over your chest. Lin slipped her tongue through your lips. She stroked her tongue along the roof of your mouth, and you moaned whenever she finally sucked on yours. The feeling of her red lipstick mixing with your gloss made you cringe. Lin grinned wickedly against your lips. She always loved to make you messy and needy.

Your knees held your trembling legs up. They quivered and you felt weak pinned to the wall, feeling dizzy. “Lin,” you whimpered, pulling away from her lips. “I’m gonna fall.”

Lin chuckled. “Can’t have that can we?” The sound of her metal armor shifting rang in your ears. In the distance the music could be heard along with some outside chatter.

You whined as her knee slid between your legs, thigh jutting against your crotch. Your body became hot and prickly as her thigh brushed up against you. “What did I say about keeping quiet? If you keep moaning like a whore, I’ll fuck you in this closet for everyone to hear what happens to a needy slut,” Lin hissed.

Her right hand cupped your throat, fingers splayed gently on the sides of it. Your heart thumped in your chest with anticipation.

You squeaked as a harsh slap came down onto your thigh. “I asked you a question, bitch. Answer me.” “Sorry,” you whined, “I’m sorry, I’ll be quiet!” Lin smirked, satisfied with your answer. “Good. Now grind on my thigh and cum like the good whore you are. If you do, I might consider fucking you silly with my strap tonight.”

Lin laughed once you jumped down on her thigh with eagerness. You bit your lip harshly and focused on your breathing as you shifted slowly. A small amount of relief poured through your body. “Keep going,” she commanded, left hand ghosting over your chest again.

Eventually, you got a good rhythm down. Your rocked your hips and rubbed your crotch down on Lin’s thigh. “Mmm~,” you moaned softly, trying so hard to keep quiet. Lin smirked, her fingers squeezing the sides of your throat gently. Blood rushed to your head as you focused on breathing. The high from grinding on Lin’s thigh, and the pleasure combined with her hand wrapped around your throat felt so good.

“What I’d give to see that stupid look on your face. You’ve just barely started and I’ve already got you turning into a dumb fucking bunny.” Whimpering, you grinded down faster. Your hips were already getting tired and your legs began to ache.

Lin’s hand suddenly let go of your throat. The rush of air that knocked into your chest made you choke. She snickered. “Good little rabbit,” she cooed. Lin leaned her head down. Her lips wrapped around your covered nipple and sucked. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck,” you whimpered. Her tongue felt so good over the satin and the way your hips rocked against her thigh made your core sing.

The closet was getting hotter and stuffier. The bell on your choker rang every time you straddled Lin’s thigh and used it to get off. Your cheeks were hot along with your arms and collarbone. There was sweat beading on your head, threatening to roll off of your brow.

“Mommy,” you moaned softly. She hummed in reply, the vibrations on your nipple causing you to squeak. Her right hand slowly tugged down the bunny suit, revealing your chest bare and free.

You whimpered as the air hit your bare chest. Lin kissed your left nipple. Without the fabric covering it, the sensations were more powerful. Her lips wrapped around it softly and sucked gently. You whined and grinded harder. Your legs and knees burned so bad but you didn’t want to stop. You wanted to cum on your girlfriend’s thigh and let the whole world know who you belonged to.

The closet became more stuffy the longer the two of you were locked in here. It made you try harder and harder to get your release. Lin’s fingers gently swept over your right one. She rolled the soft bud between the pads of her fingers. Your brain turned into mush and your pleading became a mantra of Lin’s name. Your stomach curled with heat and your core burned with pleasure.

Lin’s lips kissed your chest as her finger’s worked your nipples. They were sore and ached from the sensitivity of being sucked on so harshly. Lin kissed between your chest before sucking the skin there. You groaned as the delicious pleasure buzzed through you. Her lips trailed all over your chest leaving hickies in their wake. Lin pulled away, fingers gently rubbing your nipples again. It made you hiss from how much it ached but Lin didn’t stop. “Are you gonna cum?” “Yessss,” you whined, crotch rubbing against her leg harshly. “Good. Cum on my thigh like the naughty bunny you are.”

Lin smashed her lips against yours to muffle your cries. You trembled as you came, body trembling and shaking against the wall. She smirked against your lips at the sound of the bell on your choker ringing loudly.

Lin held you up with her hands around your waist and gently removed her thigh between your legs. She kissed your forehead softly murmuring sweet things. “You did so well for me,” she praised, kissing all over your sweaty face and hot cheeks. “Can you stand?”

“I think so.” She let go of you slowly, but her hands hovered around you in case you started to fall. Your knees trembled but you could stand even if it was a bit wobbly. “Yea, I can stand.” Lin smiled, pulling the string on the ceiling. You hissed softly as the closet light burned your eyes.

“You look so sexy messed up like that,” Lin sighed, taking in your tossled hair and messed up lip gloss. You looked at her confused as she handed you her coat. She laughed, “Wear it. Unless you want someone to see my claim on you.” You sputtered, throwing on her jacket and zipping it up. It reached your knees and it would shield you from the cold air outside. Lin chuckled and sent you one last wink before slipping out of the closet. You waited a few more moments before running after her.

****

Asami, Bolin, Mako, and Korra, watched you zoom by them, yelling a quick “Bye guys!” over your shoulder.

“What’s her deal,” Mako asked brows furrowing deeply. Bolin refused to look up from anywhere but his drink and muttered a “I don’t know.” “It looks like they got attacked by a monster,” Korra said, her voice confused but mostly concerned. Asami grinned. She had gotten a good look at the dark red lipstick smeared all over your lips before you ran out. “Oh they were attacked by a monster alright. Quite a grumpy one.”

Three heads turned to her with quizzical looks on their face. “What are you talking about?!” Asami snickered, sipping her wine. “Doesn’t matter,” she replied cryptically, “I have more people to host to.” Asami winked before turning away from them and left. The train of her black lace dress swept behind her as Korra and Mako watched her disappear into the crowd, very confused.

#legend of korra #legend of kora x reader #lin beifong x reader #lin beifong #x reader #reader insert #fan fiction #fanfiction #fan fic #fanfic #smut #halloween #halloween prompt

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bangtanbetchfics · 3 years

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friction | ii - knj (m)

genre: office au, romance, smut rating: explicit // 18+ pairing: kim namjoon x reader word count: 4.0k suggested listening: monster - irene & seulgi | million - moon ft. dok2 | red moon - kim woo seok | step? - bibi | playlist warnings: m/f, m/m, explicit language, explicit/casual sex, masturbation, enemies to lovers, light bondage, light dom/sub, sex toys summary: your pesky and overworked assistants meddle in your relationship with your sexy rival -- kim namjoon -- and find themselves caught in the crosshairs of love and all-out war. notes: enjoy chapter 2! :) navigation: ch. i | ch. ii | ch. iii | finale | m.list | ao3

You look down at your phone, pulling up Namjoon’s number.

[10:57a] YOU: Hey, can you swing back for a sec? Dire situation.

[11:01a] JOON: Sure, you OK? Be right there.

You look in the mirror, tilting your head to the side to view the aftermath on your skin from last night. You see that the hickey on your neck bloomed into an inky red hue, and you gnaw at your bottom lip.

A deep sigh leaves your lips, and you pull concealer and powder from your makeup bag. You start to dab at the love bite with a makeup brush until it blends in with the rest of your skin.

Just as your hand lifts to seal it with powder, Namjoon appears in the mirror behind you.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

Namjoon looks concerned, but you breathe out -- a little embarrassed. You point to the back of your dress for the day, and he understands that you need help with the zip again.

“O-Ah, oh, okay-” He lets out a shy chuckle to himself, moving closer to grab the zip. He pulls the zipper up and you can feel his warm breaths blowing at the small hairs at the nape of your neck.

“You look beautiful, by the way,” He whispers as he reaches the top of the dress, and his eyes slowly meet yours in the mirror.

You look at him for a second, but then quickly peel your eyes away and smooth down your dress. You find your heart thumping in your throat -- your hands collecting sweat. Next on your mind is to tell him to leave, to stay away from you -- that you’re already in this thing too deep, but only nervous air is able to leave your mouth in the place of words.

Namjoon puts it all together: he notices the marriage between you, the concealer and the powder and he lowers his eyes in return.

“I’ll...leave you to it. See you down there.” He gently offers, giving you a nod before he leaves.

You sigh under your breath before you start to press powder into your neck.

✹✹✹

Namjoon peeks his head from behind a curtain on the stage, watching as the seats of the massive conference start to fill. You approach the curtain to peek out just the same, and you advance toward him from behind. You rest your hand on his shoulder before your fingers give him a firm squeeze. He turns his head slightly toward you as he bends down, and your lips press to his ear.

“Can we forget about last night?” You whisper to him, awaiting a response. He knits his brows as he turns around to look at you. “Totally. If that’s what you want from me?” He looks down at you, the expression in his eyes slightly forlorn.

“I just want to stay focused on why we’re here in the first place,” Your voice is cold, knowing it’ll hurt him. “And that’s for work.” He nods, and he combs a hand through his hair before he blows out air.

“And now, for the part you’ve all been waiting for. The reason why you’re all here, at TechX…”

You hear your cue and you walk out, always managing to turn around and look back at Namjoon one more time. Namjoon looks out at you on stage, smiling at the way the crowd is taking you in.

As you show the product he’s been working on, the audience lets out exclamations of shock and excitement. Namjoon had to admit to himself that your charisma and know-how was selling his product, and that he was falling in love with it -- and you -- faster than he’d like.

On the one hand, he now knew you didn’t want that -- and it was really no use for him to continue musing over you. On the other hand, your chemistry from the night before was infallible. For the first time in a long time he felt alive, present, wanted, sexy -- and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to let any of those feelings go.

A roaring applause follows you, and you quickly glance at Namjoon once you arrive backstage.

“They’re all yours,” You hand him the mic, and your hands accidentally brush against each other.

You both feel a jolt -- a spark -- as indicated by both of your eyes going wide, but you try to ignore it and swiftly walk away. He sighs as he watches you off before he waves and enters the stage.

✹✹✹

As you sit in your green room, you watch Namjoon’s speech from the screen fastened to the wall.

Somehow, you couldn’t help but blush at how damn good he is. His charisma, his calm amongst the immense pressure -- his intricate way with words. For some reason it starts to turn you on, and you start to massage the edge of your brow in frustration before moving to your temple.

You cross your legs to relieve yourself of the ache below because you really didn’t need to be thinking about Namjoon in that way right now -- especially after you just decided to let him go and focus on work.

“Thank you.” He wraps up, and the audience provides a standing ovation causing Namjoon to blush.

“Thank you all for coming. Enjoy the rest of the conference.”

✹✹✹

Just a few moments after he wraps, you hear a soft knock on your door.

“Yes?” You ask before you stand up to jog to the door and open it.

It’s Namjoon.

You both search each other's eyes, subtle waves of electricity transmitting through your gazes. You feel your cheeks growing hot and your heart pulsing in your chest as he looks at you.

Right as he steps forward, you try to push the door to a close before he can step in. He stops you with one of his feet in the frame -- entering the room and quietly closing the door.

“There’s still something there, isn’t there?”

“No,” You respond, crossing your arms. “I made the biggest mistake -- possibly of my career -- by kissing you.” You note, leaning against a wall. "There’s no denying we crossed the line. Only one position’s available, and one of us is going to get hurt along the way because of it. I just don't want it to be me." You explain, forcing yourself to look down at the floor.

Namjoon approaches you, and he feels his heart pang in his chest as he looks down at you. You allow him to trace his index finger up your throat, and he tilts your chin up to look up at him.

"All I know right now is that I want you," He says, tilting his head. "And that I'd never hurt you." You let him take your jaw in his hand, and he moves to thread his fingers through your hair.

“Namjoon, I-” A surprised gasp leaves your mouth, and this time Namjoon closes his eyes and presses his lips to yours. After a few soft, exploratory kisses, you push in to kiss his lips hungrily, his hands tangled in your hair. His tongue is entangled with yours as you’re pressed against the wall, his body heat and weight deliciously enveloping you.

Suddenly, you feel a familiar sensation stirring in your stomach -- a mix of passion and fear -- and you pull your lips from his. His lids hang low as he pulls away and looks at you, and you’re still intoxicated enough by him to allow him to steal a few more kisses.

You pop your lips from his, catching up with your breaths.

“I need time.” You sigh out, ghosting your lips over his as you smooth your hand up his abdomen -- following the path to his chest. Your expression is serious as you look into his eyes, and his forehead collapses to meet yours. He takes your hand -- interlacing his fingers through it, and you revel in the atmosphere for a few seconds before you unravel your fingers from his.

Both of your heads turn once you hear another knock on your door, and you place your hand on the small of Namjoon’s back to push him closer to the exit.

As Namjoon pulls the door open, you look upward and see a man in a black baseball cap. His thin black trench coat coat drapes to his ankles, and a turtleneck wraps at his broad frame. Despite his dark clothing, he looks at you with big, shiny doe eyes as he pulls down his face mask. He’s quite young, and you cover your mouth as you realize who he is before you look at Namjoon, who’s also in awe.

“I’m Jeon Jungkook. CEO of Muscle Bunny games?”

You’re at a loss for words as you look up at him, and he looks back at you -- blinking.

Oh, you already know who Jungkook is. In fact, more than know. He was number one on the 30 Under 30 In Technology list at 18 years old -- a few years even before Yoongi. You even had a copy of his other magazine cover framed at your desk: Top 10 Most Influential Billionaires In the World.

“I-I loved your presentation, and I’d love to talk to you about investing in the product.”

Jungkook then moves to give you both a deep bow, and you both try to bow deeper. You cover your mouth, blushing at how polite he comes off. You try to wave him off from bowing, but he defeats the both of you in this particular battle of respect.

“Between your marketing of the product, and the engineering of the product itself -- I was highly impressed. You both work really well together.” He states, taking a sip of his iced coffee as he looks at you and Namjoon.

Namjoon looks over at you and you see him admiring you from your peripheral, causing you to blush. You put your hand to your mouth in embarrassment before you give a bow of gratitude to Jungkook.

“I’d love to chat with the both of you tonight,” Jungkook continues. “I’m hosting a tech mixer in the garden of the hotel, and then we’re gonna press our luck at some casino games. Can I count on you?” His eyes widen in expectation, and you nod furiously. “This mixer’s not your average stuffy work party, so wear your best Vegas outfits.” He finishes, slurping the last bits of his drink.

“Of course. We will, Mr. Jeon.” You reply, bowing to him again as you smile, and he smiles in return.

“Oh, and just call me Jungkook.” He states, pulling his face mask up and exiting the room. “Hate that stuffy corporate speak.” You nod.

You watch him leave, and you clutch your chest -- smiling to yourself in relief.

✹✹✹

“This way, ma’am.” A server says, pointing you in the direction of the garden.

The garden is surrounded by the tall buildings of the hotel, and a marble fountain sits in the middle of the space. The party is packed to the brim with attendees, and each of them have either a fizzy drink or small hor d'oeuvres pinched in between their fingers.

Namjoon stops speaking to Jungkook mid-sentence as you enter -- taking a long sip of his champagne and drinking it down.

The moonlight seems to hit your face at just the right angle, and all Namjoon can manage to do is gawk at you.

The glitter on your dress is twinkling from head to toe, and the slit that your leg runs through ends at the crevice where your thigh meets your hip. Your hair is slicked completely back in a wet look with a sharp red lip, and a piece of faux fur adorns your shoulder.

Your eyes seem to meet Namjoon’s to the same effect, and your eyes widen. His eyes are dark and smoky with lust, a tuft of hair hanging over one of his eyes in a comma shape. You can tell his suit is freshly tailored for the night, and his ringed fingers clench around his glass of champagne.

You see Jungkook whisper something to him, and Namjoon closes his jaw to gulp.

You rapidly cut your eyes away from his gaze, and stop a woman walking by with a tray. You grab a glass of champagne and you down it as she starts to walk off. You grab her again, and pull another glass from the tray.

Your thoughts are spinning: Namjoon? Your sexy rival that you almost-kinda-did-hook-up-with last night? And maybe almost again a few hours ago? Oh, and Jungkook? No big deal, you just have to talk to one of the richest men in the world?

Oh. Yes. No big deal. You figure that you’ll need all of the liquid courage you can get.

You mingle with a few guests, pretending to care what they’re saying, laughing a little too loud -- but Namjoon’s racing through your mind. You stuff a fig wrapped in bacon in your mouth, and Namjoon catches your eyes again from across the room as he places a hand in his pocket.

You excuse yourself from your chat with a woman, and you down the rest of your champagne. You slowly work your way through the crowd and over to the two.

“Hello again, Jungkook,” You say as you approach the two, bowing to Jungkook. You acknowledge Namjoon with a bow, and he finishes off his drink -- his eyes still looking intently down at you.

"Let's discuss business over a game?" Jungkook asks, and you confirm with a nod.

✹✹✹

Soon after, the three of you find yourselves slipping into a blackjack table at a High Rollers lounge, and you slowly sip at your third drink once you pick a seat.

“I’m so ready for your product to launch. The platform is perfect for the initiative I’m starting,” Jungkook starts, pushing chips toward the dealer. “I want to host some pretty heavy VR assets on the cloud for some of my best-selling games, and then display them on the frontend of our website for consumers. The compression and cloud storage your product provides is impressive, and I’d love to invest money and resources into it if you’ll let me.”

“That’s awesome to hear,” Namjoon chuckles, feeling flattered by Jungkook’s words.

“One thousand.” Namjoon confirms to the dealer, and he nods. You push your chips in to match theirs, and the dealer starts placing cards on the table.

“Our boss would love that, and we can definitely get something going,” You state, watching Jungkook wave his hand across his cards. 19. The dealer moves on, and Namjoon taps his finger on the felt table. 18. You tap your finger on the table just the same. 20.

The dealer reveals his cards -- 17 -- and you win the round.

“We can have the paper on your desk by Monday.” You say, and Jungkook nods in acknowledgement.

“Ten thousand,” You wager, and both Jungkook and Namjoon look over at you.

“Ah, a risk taker. I see.” Jungkook pushes his chips in, finding himself impressed with you.

“Feeling like Lady Luck is on my side tonight,” You chuckle, sliding the chips over the table.

“After all, we got you to think we’re actually cool or something?” You grin, your voice ending the sentence in a question mark.

“Fair, fair,” Jungkook lets out a boisterous laugh, sliding his own chips in.

“Make it twenty,” Namjoon says nonchalantly, pushing additional chips in and both you and Jungkook look in his direction.

Your eyes push into his like daggers, and he licks his lips. He rests his face in his hand, and his eyes darken as he awaits your next move. You gasp to yourself as arousal crawls up your throat, and you push your chips in. Jungkook follows, pushing additional chips toward the dealer.

Jungkook's hand is dealt and he taps the felt table -- 17. He suddenly giggles, bubbly drunk.

Namjoon’s dealt a hand, and he ponders for a moment but waves his hand and settles on 19.

The dealer pulls an ace and a ten-value card for you, and you smirk at the both of them.

21.

“You win, miss.” The dealer says, sliding you all of the colored chips.

"I like you. I'm telling Min about you. If you're going to win, you've got to take risks." Jungkook knocks a chip on the table, looking at you. "Can't wait to start investing in the company." You giggle at him until your eyes meet Namjoon's.

Namjoon looks at you with his dusky gaze, and you eye him as the last of your drink flows down your throat.

A glare develops in your eyes -- and you realize for him, his M.O. is larger than winning.

He got off on the competition of it all.

✹✹✹

“So, were you gonna take a picture?”

You ask Namjoon, pressing your floor on the elevator panel.

“Of what?”

“Me. I saw you eyeing me all night. A picture would’ve lasted longer,” You state matter-of-factly as you look at your nails, and Namjoon scoffs.

Namjoon feels a bottled frustration boiling in his chest when he looks across the elevator at you. He sees you looking at him through another mirror on the wall, and your gaze sharpens before he grabs your wrist to pull you flush against his body.

Both of your mouths are a breath away from meeting, and you bite your lip.

“Yeah? Well, you didn’t seem so opposed to it,” He says breathily into your mouth. He pinches your chin between his thumb and index finger to look at your lips. You lean in a fraction closer and all you can do is glare at him in response, your hands clasping the rail behind him.

“Cat got your tongue now?” Namjoon growls, remembering when you had the upper hand in the banter before he takes your lips in his. The two of you fight through forceful kisses -- the throes of hate rising in your bellies.

The elevator dings to open at another floor, and Namjoon flings you away from him and into a nearby wall. Your chest heaves as you rest your head on the glass, wiping the smudged lipstick from your chin while you glare at Namjoon.

“I thought you needed more time?” He questions, rubbing the remnants of red lipstick in his fingers.

You don’t answer him as you know he’s right, but you refuse to give in.

The woman who enters the elevator looks at the two of you, glancing over ever so often to see you both consistently shooting daggers at each other with your eyes. Even a clearing of her throat doesn't phase the two of you, and she lowers her eyes before she gets off at the next floor.

As soon as she leaves, Namjoon takes the first opportunity to press his lips firmly back into yours.

As he kisses you, your bodies circle around the elevator until you forcefully land on the button panel. The elevator’s alarm suddenly buzzes, jolting you both from your relentless heat -- and you manage to snort into each other’s lips.

The two of you move to make out in the elevator bank, and you finally come up for air to speak.

“I want you, but our room’s at the end of the hall,” You breathe out, your fingers raking through his hair. You look up at him, twisting his tie tightly around your wrist.

“What do you have in mind?” He bites his lip, looking at you.

You get an idea and start to pull him by the tie, yanking him down the hall.

✹✹✹

The both of you bust through the door of a nearby ice room, quickly shutting the door behind you.

You still kiss him feverishly, your fingers massaging his scalp. Namjoon’s hands run down your curves a few times before you hook your arms around his neck.

“Fuck, what were you thinking wearing this?” He groans into your lips, looking down and taking you in. His hand smooths over your exposed thigh, and he hooks it into his arm.

“You just wanted to drive me crazy -- knowing I couldn't have you, hmm?”

A delighted moan leaves your throat in response, satisfied with his stiff bulge being flush against your body. He kisses your neck again and it feels like every neuron in your body is on fire with lust.

Namjoon eagerly moves to pull a strap of your dress down, and your breast spills out. He flicks over the nipple with his finger, reveling in your breathy reaction.

“Ah, so you like that?” He quickly clamps his mouth to the exposed nipple, rolling his tongue around it as your chest heaves. He pulls his lips from your nipple and presses them back into your mouth, the pads of his fingers digging into your thigh.

You let out a small yelp as he lifts you up in one fell swoop. You hold his jaw and kiss him until you walk through the door of your hotel room, and he drops you down to your feet.

Your eyes are ablaze as you tug your lips from his, your hands scrambling at his belt below. You manage to slip your hands in his pants and across his bulge before he pins your wrists to the wall.

Your chest heaves at how turned on you are from his command of you -- and you can’t recall a time you ever hooked up with anyone who could match you like this. You were always the one in control, but here you were -- a hot, wet mess, and trembling under Namjoon’s control of you.

Namjoon starts undressing himself -- ripping off his blazer, unfastening his shirt, and loosening his tie as he stares you down -- already devouring you with his eyes. He moves to flip you around to face the wall, pulling the zip of your dress down in one fell swoop.

Namjoon rips the dress down your frame and lifts you into his arms before carrying you to the bed. He tosses you down, and you prop yourself up using your elbows. He’s undeniably hard as you look from his pants up to his eyes, and he fully removes his shirt. He then drops to his knees, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed to remove your underwear. His lips move to place kisses from your ankles -- moving with intent until he reaches your inner thighs. He scratches at your inner thighs with his finger, feeling the skin tremble underneath and transferring a moan up to your lips.

Your breaths pick up in anticipation as he reaches your core, the warm breaths from his mouth making you shiver as he prepares to dive into you. Instead, he kisses and nibbles at your inner thighs, placing love bites across your skin. His sharp gaze looks up at you as he does so -- and that’s enough to make you tremble further. Without warning, he dives into licking your drenched lips -- moaning as the liquid coats his mouth. His tongue immediately dips into you and starts drawing the alphabet and you groan through your teeth -- grabbing the roots of his hair. He pulls lightly at your lips with his teeth before licking you again, and your grip loosens as your head falls back in pleasure.

✹✹✹

Jimin runs his lips up Taehyung’s neck before snuggling into the crook between his ear and jaw. His hand roams around Taehyung’s chest before the two interlace their fingers together on top of his abdomen.

Taehyung looks out of the window and sees a slight orange hue starting to overtake the night sky. He looks at his watch and squints at the bright light from the device in the dark room: 2:47 A.M.

That made it about eleven at night in Vegas.

“Taehyungie, what are you doing…” Jimin groans into Taehyung’s neck. “Go back to sleep...”

“My boss asked me to remind her about her flight, and her interview with Yoongi on Monday,” He presses his watch, and scrolls to find your number. “Should only take a few minutes.”

Jimin caresses Taehyung’s hair as the two listen to the line trill.

“Mmm-m, yes, Tae-h-hyung?” Your voice sounds breathy, and Jimin looks up at Taehyung.

“Yes, I’m calling to inform you about your flight. It’s at four-fifteen AM, tomorrow, October twenty-fifth,” Taehyung states, and a small squeal leaves your mouth.

Jimin’s eyebrows come together, and he mouths “Are they...fucking?” as he looks at Taehyung.

Taehyung bites his lip as his eyes go wide in shock; his shoulders coming up into a shrug.

“Is that understood?” Taehyung asks. “Yes, yes, yes. I mean, yeah. Yes, Taehyung, thank you. Anything else?”

“Oh shit,” Jimin mouths before his eyes scrunch into crescents, a laugh creeping up his chest.

Taehyung’s hand moves to cover Jimin’s mouth to stop the other man from giggling.

“Yes. Your interview with Mr. Min is on Monday at nine AM. Please report to his office directly at that time.” You don’t respond, and the two look at each other -- eyes wide -- as there’s only shuffling on the line.

“Ma’am?” Taehyung asks again. “Yes, yes, got it. Thanks, Tae,” You respond breathily, and the shuffling continues on the line.

Jimin’s eyes widen as the call continues, and he hears kissing noises.

You forgot to shut off the call.

“Ah, fuck! Namjoon…” All the two can hear is skin slapping against skin on the other side of the line.

Shuffling, quiet. A slap on skin. Then another well timed, hard slap before you drag out a moan.

“Fuck, just ride it. Yeah, like that…” Namjoon says breathily, satisfied grunts leaving his throat.

Taehyung laughs into his fist pressing against his lips, tears sprouting at the edge of his eyes from laughter. Jimin slaps his chest, letting out a silent laugh with his mouth wide open.

“Get on your knees and suck my cock.”

Jimin hangs up the call as he can’t contain his laughs anymore, and he looks at Taehyung who’s crying with laughter.

“Fuck, I didn’t know she was a sub.”

The two cackle to each other and Taehyung initiates linking their pinkies together.

✹✹✹

“See you back in the office.”

Namjoon places a peck on your cheek, and one side of your face comes up in a smirk.

Somehow, he turned you into some lovesick schoolgirl, and you feel a pang in your heart as you watch him hop into a cab. You wave, watching the car pull off.

“Hey! He-ey!” You hear a voice shout, and you see a man waving at you in the distance.

“Coming!” You yell, waving back and running toward the man.

As you arrive, he takes your luggage and you look him over. He’s tall, warm and handsome.

“Love this coat, Jin.” You tug at his long leather coat that’s adorned with white fur, and he pulls you in for a bear hug. His eyes sparkle at you for a second as he looks at you before his eyes narrow -- suspicious of you. You start to blush under his gaze, and he removes the scarf from your neck.

Jin gasps as he discovers hickeys of various hues all over your neck. His mouth widens to a full O-shape in a delighted shock, and you get into a tug of war with him for your scarf.

“Jin! Stop! Give it back!” You grit through your teeth, giggling at him. He lets it go as you think you’ve got leverage, and you fall to the ground. “Ow!” You pout, and he runs to lift you up.

“And who was that, exactly?” Jin asks, his hands on his hips.

A few cars honk repeatedly, as Jin’s truck is blocking the flow of airport traffic.

“Ah, shutup already!” He waves them off, and they only honk harder.

“Can we get in the car?” You cringe and Jin chuckles as you escape him and run to the passenger seat door.

✹✹✹

“So...you’re telling me my best friend’s dick whipped?”

Jin says casually, pulling your luggage up the stairs to your brownstone.

“No!” You whine, beating your fists at his back as he walks through the door.

You take Jin’s coat and hang it on a rack, quickly following it with your own.

You walk into the kitchen, and Jin follows you until he reaches the couch. He plops down and sits back, looking up at the ceiling to recall his thoughts.

“Mmm, so to sum it up -- you let your direct competition fuck you every which way in Vegas?” Jin confirms with you as you bring tea over for the two of you. “And on the plane on the way here?”

“Yes, but when you put it like that-”

“Like it or not, you’re dick whipped.”

You look down sadly into your tea and pout, swirling a small teaspoon in your cup.

Jin lets out a squeaky laugh and then rubs your back.

“It’s a good thing. I’ve never seen you this happy,” He smiles, trying to cheer you up. You can’t deny the smile that’s forming on your lips, and Jin pokes his finger into your cheek.

“There she is,” He laughs, and you giggle in return. He embraces you in a warm hug, and you rest your head on his shoulder.

“I’m afraid, Jin,” You confess in his ear, and he rests his chin on your shoulder. “That he’ll break my heart.”

“If he does, I’ll kick him in the balls.” Jin shakes you as he looks at you, holding your shoulders. You chuckle, looking at him warmly.

“One thing you have to understand is that you might have to choose,” Jin looks at you firmly, pursing his lips. “You might not be able to have it both ways. Being the first woman CEO of your company, or having a possible great love of your life.” He states, and you take a deep inhale at the thought.

“Someone’s feelings are ultimately going to get hurt.”

✹✹✹

“You what?”

Hoseok laughs at the highest volume he can, clapping his hands together in delight.

“She was so fucking hot, Hobi. I couldn’t resist her. We fucked nearly everywhere. I’m getting hard just thinking about it.” Namjoon shakes his head to free himself of his lustful stupor, and Hoseok laughs again, smacking Namjoon’s back.

Namjoon’s putty around Hoseok, and he lets out a bubbly giggle.

“Man, you’re glowing. You used to be such a stone cold hardass before this,” He chuckles, rubbing Namjoon’s back as he sits next to him.

“But seriously, though. Is this a tactic to get the job over her?”

Namjoon punches Hoseok in the arm and shakes his head.

“Nah, man. I think I’m really a goner this time.”

Namjoon seems to lament, and Hoseok pouts at Namjoon before he ruffles the man’s hair.

✹✹✹

“Welcome back,” Taehyung takes a deep bow at you. He looks you over as you nod and pass him. He’s not sure if it’s your tan -- or the sex -- but you’re glowing.

“You look radiant today, ma’am,” Taehyung comments, and you stop before you walk into your office. “Did everything go as planned?” He asks, looking at you.

You smirk and pull down your sunglasses, looking at him.

“If I tell you, I’ll have to kill you.” You wink, and Taehyung’s taken by surprise at how casual you are with him. He bows again as you shut the door to your office and settle in.

Taehyung’s phone rings, and he runs to pick it up.

“Is she on the phone, too?” Jimin whispers over the line.

“Yes.” Taehyung subtly looks over, and then turns his head back.

“Namjoon asked me to send all of his calls directly to his line.” Jimin chuckles.

“And you know what that means.” Jimin watches Namjoon lean back in his chair and bite his lip, and you twirl your finger around the phone cord as you bite yours.

“Oh god, are they just gonna have phone sex all day?” Taehyung nearly gags, shaking his head.

“Mhmm.” Jimin hums in agreement. “Anyway, Joon gave me a bunch of other stuff to do outside of administrative work. For the time being, at least.”

Taehyung hums, clicking around in his inbox. He finds a few emails from you as well -- indicating a new workload.

✹✹✹

“How did TechX go?” An older woman asks Namjoon. Her face is beautiful and full of character, but it’s worn with age.

Pearls adorn her neck, and she wears a cream silk blouse that’s tucked into her tailored slacks.

“It went pretty well, Mom,” He responds, sipping green tea from the china in his hand.

“Pretty well?” She asks, her voice pointed.

“Yeah, we got to speak to Jeon Jungkook-”

“You secured him?” She cuts him off and her eyes widen.

“No, my coworker did but-”

“Your coworker?” His mother slams her cup down on the table with a clink, and a few drops of liquid hit the table. She rakes her fingers through her wavy hair, and her eyes concentrate on Namjoon.

“Yeah, I was able to get a few smaller investors but she-” He continues, and his voice lowers as he looks at her expression -- which starts to grow dark. "She sealed the deal..."

“She? Namjoon...do you understand that your father is literally dead and in his grave because of how hard he worked for us? Do you have no respect for him?” She pleads as her voice trembles, and he drops his head into his hands.

"I seriously need you in control of everything. I need you getting those recommendations. No one else." She quietly sips her tea before moving on.

“Just think. How do you expect to maintain this lifestyle? Make him proud? This was his only wish for you. You must focus.” She reaches across the table and squeezes Namjoon’s arm and he sighs before he nods in agreement.

✹✹✹

The next morning, you find your limbs tangled with Namjoon’s on his couch as you kiss him. The kiss grows more heated with every minute that passes, and you squeeze your legs harder around his torso. His hands slip under your hips and he picks you up -- carrying you to his bedroom.

The wood floor squeaks as he bends down to kiss you, and you pull him back onto the bed.

“I think I want to try something different,” He whispers in your ear. You nod in confirmation, and he seals his lips to yours. You pull your lips from the kiss, your hands roaming through his hair.

“W-Wait,” You plead as Namjoon starts to get back up, and he looks down at you. Your eyes are different; not fiery with lust, but warm and flickering with specks of love instead.

You close your eyes and purse your lips before a deep sigh falls from your lips. He knits his brows together, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

“Baby? What is it?” He whispers, studying your expression. You caress his hair again, looking up at him intently.

"Uhm, t-this is hard for me. But I think...I-I think I'm really starting to like you." You gasp out and shut your eyes, but after a moment he meets your lips.

“You think?” He chuckles, his dimples appearing in his cheeks, and you laugh. You get too lost in the kiss he places on your lips to notice that he doesn't say it back.

"I have to get to work...my interview with Yoongi is today..." You giggle, as he pecks at your neck, snickering into your skin.

"Fine a few more minutes." You give in, watching him stand up.

He opens the drawer of a side table -- and he pulls out a small, egg-shaped vibrator, followed by a blindfold and two silk ties.

“Ooh, kinky.” You giggle as he bends down to laugh and kiss you again.

You draw your hands back over your head, and he ties your arms to the bedposts. He slips the blindfold over your eyes, carefully fastening it around the back of your head.

You hear the vibrator turn on, and you laugh as you wriggle around the bed. You jolt as you feel the vibrator floating across your skin, never quite knowing where it’s going to land.

It lands to circle around your nipple, then traces down your abdomen, and the buzzing settles just below your belly button.

Namjoon licks your wet inner thighs, sliding the vibrator over your core and lips. He moans into your core, and then you let out a harsh moan and jerk your arms as he slides the vibrator into your underwear.

You twitch and moan at the varying sensations, trying to yank your arms free.

Namjoon places a kiss on your lips, and the heat of his body disappears from yours.

“Mm-mph, you just like torturing me like this, don’t you?” You whine, still tugging at your restraints.

You gasp as you near an orgasm, and you hear shuffling as the floor creaks a few times.

You listen carefully through your breaths, and notice that the room is completely silent before you hear a door shut.

“Namjoon?”

#kim namjoon smut #bts fanfiction #btssmutclub #btsbookclub #bangtanidx #bts smut #namjoon imagine

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shih-coulda-had-it · 3 years

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Nanahiko growing old together gives me life

Oh god anon, me too. Passionate movie romances are all well and good, but I’m such a SUCKER for relationships that stand the test of time. Which I guess is why I like starting Nanahiko off as childhood friends. /taps head/ It’s the projecting.

Below: idle Nanahiko fluff that leans into the NanaLives!AU. Featuring Toshinori’s POV as he finally brings his son successor to Yamanashi Prefecture...

The intention behind the way she and Sorahiko have set up their desks: to hold each other accountable for their respective paperwork load. This has backfired several times, but considering the last configuration (separate personal offices, divided by doors and walls) resulted in Nana climbing out the window and Sorahiko sleeping under his desk, this truly is the lesser of two evils.

Except sometimes Nana gets distracted.

“What are you looking at me for?” Sorahiko grouches. He shuffles the permits into a neat stack, and continues to avoid Nana’s eyes. He is unmasked, ungloved, and it is a rare enough sight that Nana thinks she must drink it in before Sorahiko recoils into his turtle-shell.

“I’m picturing you as an old man,” she says, lightly.

“I’m already old.”

“You’re thirty, same as me.” Nana props her chin on one hand, and decides she might as well stare at him openly. He’s flushing pink under the attention, and—aha! There is a second of eye contact, because Sorahiko glances at her after the prolonged silence. His eyes widen, and then wrench their gaze towards the top sheet of paperwork. It makes Nana feel fuzzy, a little like blushing herself.

“I'll probably shrink,” he says. “Lose the bulk. It’ll make flying easier.”

“You’ll still fly?”

“I’m with you, aren’t I?” And Sorahiko swallows, hard. “I can’t imagine you giving up flying.”

“Mm,” Nana responds, picking her answer carefully. Because how sweet is that? In Nana’s experience, friendships come and go like the seasons; most of her primary school friends hadn’t been with her for junior high, and the same pattern had persisted through high school and her career. Sorahiko sticks to her like a burr, though, stubborn and steady in spite of all the bullshit Nana has tugged him into.

“You’ll be shorter,” he adds, before she can say anything else.

“What? Shorter?”

“Mm-hm. You’ll be the tiny granny who’ll forget how to turn off your Quirk, and you’ll manage to hit the stratosphere before a pro-hero can get you down.”

“I’m not going to turn senile!” she protests.

“It’s alright,” Sorahiko says, his voice turning mild. “I’ll probably think you’ve got the right idea, and I’ll Jet us into space. You’re welcome. I’ve made your childhood dream come true.”

She grabs one of their stress-balls from the center of their workspaces and tosses it at his face, a flick of her wrist sending it sailing straight to his nose. Unimpressed, Sorahiko lets it bounce off onto the desk; he rolls his eyes as he picks it up and pointedly returns it to the clear plastic box.

“What, you don’t want to find the moon bunny anymore?”

“I don’t know, Sorahiko,” she teases, ignoring the jab at her most cherished childhood wish. “I heard that old people are susceptible to the cold. You already wear a full jumpsuit and still complain about the chill. We wouldn’t even make it to our rooftop before turning back.”

“Should I grow a beard?”

Nana splutters. She’s never seen Sorahiko with stubble longer than a five o’clock shadow. Being clean-shaven is just his thing. She tries to picture him with a beard and her imagination falls short. Still, she tries to respond. “We could paste a fake one on you to try it out.”

“Gross,” says Sorahiko.

Nana warms to the idea. “Should we start with a dark color? Or would it grow out silver?”

“Silver, obviously.” He studies her right back and says, decisively, “You’ll finally get glasses.”

“Ah, like yours?”

He laughs. The force of it crinkles his eyes, and Nana is struck by the very thought that Sorahiko’s toothy smile is reminiscent of her own. She leans her chin on the heel of her palm, fingers curling at her cheek, and smiles helplessly back.

ii.

It used to be rare for Sorahiko to wake up before Nana. He guesses he can see the appeal of it, though, surfacing slowly and realizing, in the quiet still of the bedroom, that he’s the only one awake. Nana has plastered herself to him, an octopus in the making, and their cocoon of warmth is toasty.

He stares down at the crown of her head and idly counts the graying hairs. Nana likens them to spiderwebs whenever she catches sight of them; the grays never gather together to form a definite streak, instead scattering, like--

Sorahiko grimaces at the sappy turn of his thoughts.

Instead, he traces the skin of her hand, the thickened ridges of scars and the calluses that never left, even as Nana exited the field and found volunteer work. He’s followed her in this way too, except he’s opted to be re-employed as a teacher of U.A. The administration hadn’t welcomed him back with open arms, but they had begrudgingly agreed that his year off the grid had been good for him.

Eleven months of healing, of learning how to slow down again while figuring out how to live in America, after that frantic, terrifying month of trying to settle his and Nana’s affairs once he’d packed her and Toshinori off across the Pacific. Impulsively placing Kotarou under his custody might have been the only satisfying thing he’d done in those weeks.

He tilts his head, and finds Nana’s left hand. He brushes his thumb over the pale band of skin where Nana’s ring usually sits; Sorahiko would have a matching mark, if he wasn’t wearing gloves all the time.

“Mm,” Nana hums into his chest. “Morning.”

“Good morning,” he quietly says.

She rubs her cheek into the soft fabric of his t-shirt. Sorahiko stifles a sneeze as her hair tickles his nose, and places a hand over her back, steadying. Nana makes a sleepy happy noise and practically undulates directly over Sorahiko, pressing him against the mattress.

“Ah, geez, watch the knees--”

“Why are you up so early,” Nana whines. “You’re supposed to be the sleepyhead of this relationship.”

“Someone climbed on top of me,” Sorahiko points out. “I’m growing old, my bones are getting frail, what did you expect to happen?” She grumbles, incoherent. “What’s that? You plan on breaking my heart by squishing me flat?”

Nana turns her head and enunciates, “Your old man humor isn’t funny.”

“But are you smiling?” He feels the curve of her grin against his chest, the twitch of muscle pulling upward, then Sorahiko drags his fingers through the sweep of her hair. Combing out the loose strands and shaking them off to the side of the bed. They’re due for a vacuuming. “Anyways, isn’t this uncomfortable for you?”

“I could be more comfortable,” she concedes. Nana, with a distinct lack of self-consciousness, wiggles her arm under her breasts and readjusts the… weight distribution. Sorahiko turns his eyes to the ceiling and does his best to ignore the sudden interest rearing its unwelcome head.

“So how do you manage to roll on top of me?”

“Hm,” she stalls. She is obviously coming up with a bullshit answer, and Sorahiko will humor it.

“I’m listening.”

“Well,” Nana starts expansively, “maybe I was dreaming about my historically fantastic rack--stop, stop laughing--and how sad I’ll be when I’m seventy and these girls will be sagging and not sexually appealing--Sorahiko, stop laughing!”

Hypocrite. Her words are sly and full of giggles, and Sorahiko loves her so much. Age hasn’t done anything but sand down the edges of an already smooth partnership; they move in almost silent synchronicity nowadays, since All Might is in the streets and Kotarou is sleeping over at his beloved older brother’s apartment. With this in mind, he props himself up on his elbows, and pushes up further, until Nana is obliged to rear back and sit on his lap instead.

“It was a total nightmare,” she persists, and her restless hands smooth his rumpled t-shirt, his ruffled hair.

“And your solution was to, what?”

She scoffs at his doubtful tone. “Obviously, my body knows you make everything better. Therefore, it knew to hug you until you solved the problem.” Nana bats her eyelashes at him, then wrinkles her nose and scrubs at the sleepsand. He politely turns his eyes to the historically fantastic rack and Nana’s gimmicky tank-top.

“You’re welcome.”.

“I didn’t say you solved it,” she responds loftily. “I need more cuddles than that--hey!”

iii.

Toshinori escorts his successor to oshishou and Torino’s apartment complex in Yamanashi Prefecture, because he accidentally forgot to introduce them to Midoriya before the school year started. Toshinori had only just informed them about choosing Midoriya after they called about the USJ incident, and then they had watched the televised Sports Festival.

The call had been three parts chiding, two parts teasing.

(“What the hell did I make you get a teaching credential for?!” Torino had barked, and in the background was oshishou’s voice complaining about missing their long-lost third grandchild.)

On the train there, Midoriya asks him question after question, almost dazzled at the prospect that he’ll be interning with All Might’s old teachers. Midoriya hasn’t even learned that they’re technically Toshinori’s parents by adoption (it doesn’t help that Toshinori still refers to them as oshishou and Torino).

“They live together?”

“They’re married,” Toshinori is compelled to clarify.

“Married,” Midoriya echoes, eyes shining. On his lap is an open Campos notebook. His hand is scrawling notes almost mechanically, and conjectures too. The boy might have missed out on a calling as a live analyst for cable networks. “And hero partners! Like Water Hose! What are their Quirks, can you tell me?”

“You’ll find out when they train you, I’d rather not give you any false impressions…”

Undeterred, Midoriya pivots his line of questioning. “What are they like? Why does Gran Torino still have his license? Is your oshishou still working with him?”

Toshinori suspects Gran Torino renews his pro-hero license purely to stress-test Japan’s Quirk laws. There is no age-limit on these licenses. No one actually investigates these matters out of concern for personal privacy, and also because elderly heroes are one-in-a-million.

“Gran Torino is a super-efficient pro-hero,” Toshinori says, striving for diplomacy. The old man’s mellowed out over the years; he’s no longer the scary boogeyman hovering behind his oshishou’s shoulder. Toshinori can be gracious. “And oshishou hasn’t stepped into the field for several decades.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” He wonders if he can cram in all the family history before they reach Yamanashi Prefecture. Toshinori casts a cursory look around the train; the other few passengers on-board appear distracted. In any case, he lowers his voice. “Long before my own fight with All for One, the three of us were lured into a trap. My oshishou hadn’t expected to escape with her life. When she did, she decided to withdraw from pro-hero work and raise her son.”

Sons, technically. Regardless of how Toshinori was already grown and ready to step into the spotlight, oshishou had been insistent about Toshinori coming home and being Kotarou’s big brother.

“Not their son?” Midoriya probes.

For the keen insight, Toshinori ruffles Midoriya’s curly green hair. He would have to be blind to not see how Midoriya preens at the attention; it reminds him of himself when oshishou first allowed him into the Sky High agency. “Well, Torino-sensei didn’t marry oshishou for… a long time.”

“How long is long?”

Toshinori involuntarily grimaces. This is crossing into the complicated family history, and he’d rather have oshishou explain the details. How best to describe this… “Torino-sensei is oshishou’s first friend, and her second husband.”

“So… so her son is from the previous marriage,” Midoriya says. Toshinori nods. “Wow… did he love her all that time?” The awe, almost envy, in his successor’s voice is also familiar to Toshinori. Of course, Toshinori has also witnessed oshishou and Torino be stupid in love, to the point where he had the undesirable role of being confidant to both.

“Still is,” he confirms and then changes the subject. “Would you like to hear of my own internship with them? It shouldn’t spoil anything. There were extenuating circumstances with me, after all.”

Midoriya brightens. “Yes, please!”

#bnha #nanahiko #gran torino #torino sorahiko #shimura nana #all might #yagi toshinori #deku #midoriya izuku #anon #asks #shih.txt #ugh this is super late i'm sorry #nana lives!au

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What Is Advice to Fallen Stars? (Sandy & Emily Jane)

[originally posted on Ao3]

Original Summary: When she turned back to him, her gaze was stern as stone. “What happened this time that hung up so much of your mind?”

Sandy glanced away with a grimace.

“It's not him, is it?” she hissed. The identity of “him” went unspoken, but visions of Nightmare Horses—their golden eyes outlined with red—sprung to mind beside the other terrors of long ago.

A small smile touched Sandy’s expression, and he shook his head with a silent laugh.

Sandy stared at the picture, frowning.

It was simple, really: a book made of Dreamsand, floating before him innocently with the Guardian’s G on its cover.

Our experiences differ, but the common ground of our pasts becomes the same story.

Well, that’s what he had meant. What he had actually “said” or what Bunny had perceived was irrelevant. He seemed to understand well enough.

Oh, and that look. Just a touch of understanding and relief, then an invisible connection between Bunny and Earth that should be reserved solely for his own planet.

But it was too late for that now, wasn't it? For both of them.

If it was not attachment for a planet that Sandy felt, then it was attachment to journeys and people. He had always been flexible, but severing him from the stars only snapped the band which held together his heart. Despite Bunnymund’s attachments, he had still retained that certain level of familiarity with the ground and relics he stored away; Sandy had naught but a large island of sand which had once made up the fastest wishing star.

Dreams whispered around him, but Sandy paid them no mind as he sat contemplating on the floor of his room, near the large window. The beach did not glow like normal, and the mermaids were silent. His only company was the floating book of Dreamsand.

“You’re not still brooding, are you?”

The book fell away, but Sandy himself didn't startle. He turned a patient eye to the intruder. In the silent communication of sand and wishes, he spoke: Reviewing is not brooding, Emily.

Mother Nature dropped down beside him, sitting cross-legged atop the cushioned sand floor. How she had snuck past the seashells without alerting him, Sandy did not know. He didn't quite need to.

“You know how talkative the fish are,” she said with a voice deep and level like the largest valleys of Earth. “If you but step awkwardly, the tree roots will know and tell me in seconds. Especially after that whole recent charade with the Nightmares.”

The local dolphins are rather nosy, he commented with a nod. Her mention of Nightmares flooded his mind, turning the thoughts of home and companionship into battlefields of Nightmare Men and hosts of Fearlings. I know nothing for roots, though. Plants are your area.

“More than that,” Mother Nature muttered bitterly, looking away. When she turned back to him, her gaze was stern as stone. “What happened this time that hung up so much of your mind?”

Sandy glanced away with a grimace.

A small smile touched Sandy’s expression, and he shook his head with a silent laugh.

Emily Jane—not Mother Nature now, for that one would never allow such a display of vulnerability—exhaled loudly. “Thank the stars for that.” Her head dipped, dark curls shadowing her face. She looked back up with curious, pursed lips. “What was it then?” Her eyes flicked up to the full moon, then back to him. “One of the other ones?”

The other ones, Sandy repeated in the most obnoxious, undulating sensation that only silence could produce.

Emily scowled, but an amused smile pulled at her face. “Shut up!” She elbowed him in the side and pulled a lock of her long hair to hide herself. “You know who I mean.”

Sandy rolled his eyes with a fond shake of his head. For a spirit so old, she still retained enough childlikeness to be unchanged. Yes, Emily, it was one.

“Oh, stop it, you ass. I know your secrets.” She nudged him again, letting the veil of her hair fall away. “ Now, who was it?”

Bunnymund.

Emily blinked. “I half expected the new one. Or the younger one.”

A question mark formed unconsciously above Sandy’s head, despite his insistence to speak with her directly. Those are both Jack, he said.

“Isn’t that Saint Nikolaas young compared to most of them?”

St. North. First name Nicholas. He raised a brow. If you rely on the Dutch name, you may as well say Santa.

“Animals don't use such complicated names, don't look at me so.” She huffed.

There was silence for a moment, only broken by the distant sound of breaking waves. Her eyes traveled slowly across the shoreline, no doubt marking its dullness and empty spaces where usually creatures of both present and past would reside.

A golden fish hopped out of the water as Sandy subconsciously mourned their absence. Then it was gone.

“So, what did he do that made you so concerned?” Emily finally asked, tilting her head toward him with pure curiosity on her face.

Sandy took a breath and looked up, where the ceiling gave way to the darkened sky, marked with clusters of stars.

Emily followed the gaze with narrowed eyes. “What?” She glanced back at him.

Do you miss them? he whispered in the sand.

Emily’s normally pale countenance darkened burgundy and pink like a frail leaf in autumn. “I—Sandy, you know I—” Her mouth sputtered in silence for a few moments.

He turned to her slowly, holding her bewildered stare. I miss them, he said, resolute. I miss the speed, the wishes, even the army. I miss the simplicity, the freedom. I miss him, I miss you. And sometimes, when I feel incredibly lost, I wish for a world of contained fear.

Emily’s eyes glistened with liquid sorrow, no doubt remembering it herself. She swallowed. “Am I lost then?” she asked quietly.

I’m here.

“But you’re just as lost as I am.”

He looked away. What could he even say to such a truth? Sometimes I think I have finally found the way, he said instead. Earlier, I told Bunnymund I did not miss the company of Star Pilots.

“And?” she prompted, sensing he was not done.

I think I lied. Sandy turned back to her, head bowed to the ground as his hands rubbed together in his lap. I told him to find familiarity in the present, despite separate journeys; but here I am, more open with you—with whom I have shared centuries—than with even a Pooka.

“You wouldn’t lie to him.”

I didn’t at the time.

“What changed?”

Sandy deliberated his response for a few moments. This was the most he had “spoken” in decades, but the pain of silence was too much to bear right now. Dreams are inconsistent things, he said slowly. They have no age and no definition. I cannot tell you what did or did not influence me. I think only the stars know.

Emily stared down at him, hurt and rage painted clearly on her windblown face. “So…” she drew the word out, making him look up. “He asked you about then?” Her words were harder than her last few attempts.

Sandy nodded.

“And you indulged it?” Her face grew darker pink, nearly red, and her back straightened where she sat.

He’s hurt.

“He should know the sensitivity of such a thing!” Her hands flew to the ground, and thorny stems sprung through the sand.

Yes, but he’s HURT. Emily, Sandy pulled at her hands, bringing them closer and clasping them between his own, malice doesn’t make questions like his. It’s only desperation.

“Desperation for what? More pain?” Her hair moved on its own accord, like it was caught in a turbulent wind; Sandy could feel the sand of his island quiver with the mighty waves below.

Neither pulled away.

Emily, Sandy said again, softer, a small ripple in the sand which sent the thorns back underneath. Emily, we're all hurt. But denying one the comfort of another heals nothing.

For a moment, he believed she would argue, her chest heaving with the stifled rage of every volcano on the planet. But Emily stayed quiet, anger slowly crumbling to resignation.

She sighed and muttered, mostly to herself, “He’s still an idiot.”

So he is.

“They’re all idiots, but that one in particular—and he’s a Pooka from the Golden Age! He should know not to bring up such things.”

I don't see why not.

Her arms circled her legs, pulling them closer to her chest. “The past is full of pain and suffering. And you have even more time to account for than me. No wonder his reminder struck you to moping!”

The phrasing made Sandy shudder, images of flaming hulls and sails tipping in his mind’s eye. Just outside the window, stray Dreamsand moved to form a cascading trail of fire, quickly dissipating with a chiding thought from Sandy. My sorrow is not his doing, he said weakly.

“Of course it is!” She grasped back at his hands. “You said yourself you were fine before he made you doubt.”

If I doubted at all, then it was my own. Sandy inhaled deeply before continuing: Surely, you can understand his position. He is a lost Pooka with no family or friends. In regards to the Golden Age, I am his closest ally. But he can’t always understand me, and my presence cannot be enough.

Emily settled at this, but the tell-tale ripple of her dress told of hidden resentment. “Why not?” she spat. “It’s not like he’s going to get anything better.”

Sandy sighed to himself and let both of their hands drop. He had expended all of his explanations already, and now even the comfort of silent words would not yield to his command.

A long second passed where no one spoke or argued, and the tension surely withered away.

“I miss it, too,” Emily broke the silence first.

Though he said nothing, Sandy nodded for her to continue.

She coughed once. “I mostly miss the excitement. Like when I’d sneak out to play with the Star Fish or when we traveled together answering wishes.” Her frown fell away, her face relaxing with temporary contentment. “I miss my mother, and I miss our victories against Pirates. I miss Typhan.” Her eyes sobered as tears broke from them. “But I can’t miss my father. Not after everything. At least that stupid Pooka has a good family to remember; I only have a half-dead shadow and a blind Constellation to whom I am a bastard Sister of the Heavens.”

Still, Sandy said nothing, but he placed a hand back on hers.

She looked down at the gesture and smiled, wetness still running from her eyes. “But,” she began, reaching down with her other hand to cover the two, “I guess I can understand why the Pooka can’t adjust.”

A question mark appeared above Sandy’s head.

“Well,” her mouth twisted into a smirk, “I have one thing he doesn’t.” She brought his hand between them, clasping them together again. “I have a Captain Sandy.”

When the words finally registered, Sandy smiled widely with a silent laugh. And I have an Emily Jane, he said.

The sentiment went unspoken, but they both thought it the same: “A friend.”

#fanfiction #rotg #rotg fanfic #sanderson mansnoozie #rotg sandy #emily jane pitchiner #mother nature

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moogiwarah · 4 years

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🐓

Hi! I want to have comprehensive list of the BL manga/manhwa etc. that I’ve read because I want to spread the love for this genre 💜. This post is a list of works that I’ve read which is not in this page yet + my comments on each work. I hope some people will find something that they like here ^__^

🐣 All BL recs from me

manhwa 🐓

💜 Never Understand

Yuri, one of the school's most handsome guys,and Jaerim, one of the school's ugliest, collide!...or don't they? Can't understand what's going on between these two! It's Out of Control!

shounen-ai, completed, 87 chapters

THE STORY IS SOOOO GOOD. The art also improved by a lot upon reaching the later chapters. Jae-rim is dubbed as “ugly” (he’s a whole cutie tho) and I’m glad to see a non conventional character design for an MC! I highly recommend reading this!! 👌💯

Incorrigible

A sequel to “Never Understand” which is focused on Cho Ayeon’s story after being free from Soyeon’s control.

yaoi, completed, 8 chapters

This has few chapters so maybe that explains the fast pacing. Nonetheless, it was a nice read, I have a really soft spot for Jae-rim so seeing his r-18 experiences with Yuri really got me ahkdjashdkajshd ;W;

💜 Dirty Vibrations

Best friends Yeong and Nohae thought it was a joke when they downloaded the infamous “cursed” app. It’s said to command the user to perform…sexual acts and punishes those who disobey or delete it. It started with making them kiss. When they disobeyed its order…the punishment was anything but a joke.

yaoi, ongoing

This one is from Fujoking (author of Youjin)! In all honesty, I love this for its sex scenes. They are so well made, the art, the dialogue, the expressions, and just *chef’s kiss* 👌. When it comes to expressing sexual scenes in BL, my top authors would have to be Fujoking for manhwa and Zaria for manga.

💜 Paid

Executive director Heejae is nicknamed "Chaebol Prince" by the public. But his life is turned upside down when documents linking him to an embezzlement scheme are unexpectedly found by an accounting collegian Taekyung! So he pretends to have a crush on him, but.. Taekyung wants more than just flirting!

yaoi, ongoing

This is another one from Fujoking! This has a heavier plot as compared to Dirty Vibrations, so you get amazing smut AND an engaging story!

💜 On or Off

Yiyoung is building a startup with his college friends. They get a chance to present their proposal to SJ Corporation, one of the leading companies in the country. But in the meeting room he sees Kang Daehyung, the extremely handsome company big shot that's so very much his type, and Yiyoung's heart starts to race...! Can pretty-faced Yiyoung win both in love and his career?

yaoi, ongoing

Okay this! It’s really funny and the pacing is nice and the characters are nice and the art is nice and the perfect mix of romance comedy and slice of life i just HUHDADKAJDHJK it’s rly a feel good read and both MCs are SO ATTRACTIVE.

Penthouse XXX

Siyeon, a contract killer, has declared a boycott on men after being screwed over by his ex. That is, until he moves into a penthouse owned by Taekyung, a rich heir with killer looks.

yaoi, completed, 49 chapters

It has meme worthy illustrations xD. The graphics are nice but I found Taekyung (one of the MCs) to be a little toxic. Also, some parts of the story were not wrapped up/discussed enough imo. But overall, it was a pleasant read.

Home Sweet Home

The last thing Jungyeon expected was for his mom to ask if she could remarry. The new man was kind, considerate, a perfect match for his mother but there’s a catch: he has a younger son. Sunwoo is an introvert. He’s shy and has trouble opening up to others, until he meets Jungyeon and finds himself opening up for the first time. As their parents get closer to marrying, they become close, too close, and that’s when Sunwoo learns Jungyeon is already seeing another man.

yaoi, completed, 57 chapters

I honestly don’t know why this has quite a low rating on mangago because I found it to be a good read! It’s like sitting through a romance-drama movie. I liked the ending and the relationship between the main couple.

K’s Secret

Employee Kim Doyoon has been working for 5 years. He has one secret that he can't tell anyone else - the fact that he's a half-vampire born between a human and a vampire.

yaoi, ongoing

The art is so good in the recent chapters ugh. Also the sex scenes are well made. The plot is a little unclear though, and I feel like the relationship of the two MCs are kinda forced and unnatural hahaskdhakjdh. Still reading it tho since it’s ongoing.

💜 I have a Boyfriend

Kang Hyeon Ho, who belongs in the university soccer team goes into a breadth class and encounters the person he went to middle school together with and was his first love, Han Gyeol.

yaoi, completed, 44 chapters

THIS IS BASICALLY COLLEGE AU ROM COM ADDITIONAL TAG: FIRST LOVE AND IT’S AMAZING. Just a really well rounded story with the right amount of drama to bring out its slice of life 😭💘 Also, this is tagged as yaoi but the sex scenes were few and not that explicit.

💜 Voice of Love

After experiencing a traumatic incident involving a previous lover, Jiho is too afraid to tell his classmate Soohan that he likes him. Thankfully, Soohan can hear otherpeople's thoughts and asks him out first. But, as we all know, love isn't always that easy. Will Jiho and Soohan really get their happily ever after?

shounen-ai, completed, 37 chapters

Just a really cute story about mind reading and high school boys being in love. Ah, youth. This will make you feel good like ,,, awww young love :( <3

Base to Base

The elite Sung Moon High is fields one the country's top 5 high school baseball teams. Kim Soohyun was the ace pitcher of his middle school now started his first year at Moon high baseball team...since his beloved sunbae Choi Woojin(captain/catcher) is there....Kim Soohyun is an cutie puppy with stalker tendency exclusive for his beloved sunbae.

shounen-ai, completed, 28 chapters

Sports manga/anime always had a little (or lots) of gay, well this one made it officially gay! A cute rom-com bUT I feel like the ending was rushed. I would have loved it if there was more, but nonetheless, a good read! :)

manga 🐓

💜 I Seriously Can’t Believe You

"I don't think you've realized your true nature yet." That's what Kon tells Iida, the hottest guy at school, wondering how anyone could be so proper. As popular as he is, Iida doesn't seem interested in any of the girls who come after him. Kon and his buddies try to look into the matter by flipping a coin and having Kon approach him with his confession of love, just to see if he's really interested in guys. "I've... never looked at guys like that..." says Iida, falling for Kon's ruse. Kon takes him home, hoping to straighten out the misunderstanding, when Iida suddenly grabs him by the shoulder, and... A story about a mysterious hottie at school and a prince of a certain kind.

yaoi, completed, 5 chapters

THIS IS FUNNY AND CUTE AND HOT AND SHORT BUT REALLY GOOD JUST READ IT YOU WONT REGRET IT!

💜 Yoru to Asa no Uta

(Chapter 0) ; (Sequel)

Asaichi can't play any instruments, his voice is average, and he's only in the band for the girls and the sex. Plus, he's homophobic. For some reason, the new bassist is infatuated with him despite the treatment Asaichi gives him.

yaoi, completed, 1 + 8 + 8 = 16 chapters

It’s by Harada (author of ‘Yatamomo’ and ‘Color Recipe’) so expect dark themes. Trigger warning for rape. I suggest you skip the rape if you can’t handle it because this manga is so good. Its art and story (much like Harada’s other works) will really suck you in. This left a deep impression on me because the characters felt so alive. I respect Harada so much for that ability.

💜 Eigyou Nika!

Sakisaka, stationed in the second Sales Division, has an unrequited love for Toujou, his directing senpai. He had no intention of confessing his feelings. However, Toujou has been awfully touchy-feely lately… Is there a glimmer of hope? Please don’t let it be a misunderstanding! Which path will these vexing feelings flow down to?

yaoi, completed, 10 chapters

I had fun reading this because it’s so fluffy!! aaaAAAA I love friends to lovers and cuddling and the sweetness that comes from a relationship that is a more than friendship but less than lovers. A lighthearted read <3

💜 Mou Ichido, Nando Demo

On his way home from picking up a rings for himself and his lover, Fuji Takahiro is hit by a car. His resulting amnesia degrades his live-in lover Kotou Tarou to a mere flatmate, and a series of misunderstandings threatens to tear the couple apart. Tossed around by desperation and confusion, can Tarou and Takahiro rebuild their once blissful relationship?

yaoi, completed, 11 chapters

This is like watching a really good mature drama. The characters feel real and the situations presented in the manga were also something one can easily imagine themselves being put into. A short and good read.

💜Ookami-kun wa Kowakunai

The world is filled with animals that can evolve into beastmen. There is a young and earnest wolf who was always mistaken for a showy person because of his flashy looks. The easily mistaken wolf has fallen for an attractive looking rabbit named Usami, who is cautious of carnivores.

yaoi, completed, 6 chapters

I mEAN,,, LOOK AT THEM!!! This is wholesome and very fluffy huhuhuhu no more words needed. A short and cute read! <3

💜Ookami He No Yomeiri

Kaede is a rabbit person chosen to be the 'bride' of a distinguished wolf family. Although he does not wish to marry a wolf, his family pleads for him to go so that they can have enough supplies to last for the next two years. However, how will his new husband act towards a little bunny rabbit stuck in the wolf's den?

yaoi, completed, 8 chapters

The art is good and the story is cute :((( They’re so cute aaaa I’m a sucker for grumpy looking x ray of sunshine it’s just uGH the contrast never gets old.

💜 Encirclement Love

Ryou had a sleepover and saw his friends - Issei and Tadahiro - kissing while they thought he was asleep. He asks them about it and feels betrayed as a childhood friend when they pretend nothing happened. Determined to catch them red-handed, Ryou ends up inside a closet with Issei's little brother - Yuusei -, who has a unexpected reaction to the situation.

yaoi, completed, 6 chapters

It’s basically four high school boys being horny. All four of them are friends and I find their dynamics really funny. Also, they’re all hOT 🥵 I had lots of fun reading this!

Mother’s Spirit

University employee Ryouichirou is ordered by the Chairman to take in an exchange student. That exchange student, Qaltaqa, is a native from a developing country who can't understand Japanese!! Though he is a warrior of his tribe and a man of great beauty, seeing him afraid of the phone and the TV, and even the toilet, Ryouichirou gets fed up… But while being called "Ryouichirou" in such a clumsy manner, he has a change of heart!?

yaoi, completed, 13 chapters

This is funny and interesting! A short read to boost your mood and get your yaoi fix ;D

Dakaretai Otoko Ichii Ni Odosarete Imasu

Saijou Takato's 5 year reign as the "Most Huggable No. 1" has been snatched. Stealing his thunder is the newbie actor with a 3-year debut, Azumaya! Towards the stuffy hostile Takato, Azumaya's sincere sparkling smile starts to become effective. Even as Takato sets his alert level on MAX, Azumaya catches Takato in his shameful drunken state and uses it to blackmail him! In exchange for Azumaya's silence, Azumaya states, "Please let me hold you"'?! "Embrace me, who was the Most Huggable No.1? What the heck is he saying!"

yaoi, ongoing

I remember dropping this because MC was obviously raped, but upon watching the first episode of the anime adaptation, they made the sex consensual (thank God) and the story is not so bad after all. I suggest skipping the first chapter altogether and just start off at episode 1 in the anime, then you can pick it up in the manga to see the explicit scenes xD

That’s it for now! Will continue updating in this tumblr acc. as I continue on reading more BL ehe. Hmu on my twt if u wanna talk about BL and/or anime and manga in general hehe. Love lots~ 💜🐓

#rec #yaoi #shounen ai #ongoing #completed

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rachel1987 · 4 years

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Hatter’s Idea

Guys... I did a thing.

I wrote a Hatter and Hare story, guys! I’m not normally a writer but I got to thinking about this silly little story idea and I just couldn’t help myself. I’ve xposted it on AO3, but I’mma copy/paste it here too.

Also, it’s now on FF.Net.

Hatter’s Idea

Synopsis: The Hatter comes up with an interesting idea for an activity he can do with the Hare during a tea party...

It was five o’clock and Hatter and Hare were more than an hour into their daily tea party when Hatter suddenly sat upright, slamming his teacup on the table as an idea came to him. This wasn’t unusual, the pair usually came up with their best schemes when they brewed ginger root tea. And they were well into their second kettle when that wide grin crossed Hatter’s face.

“Hare!” he exclaimed, his eyes nearly glossing over as his mind raced. “I’ve just thought of something!”

“Oh! I think we may have had the same thought!” Hare replied with a smile. “But I dont think a giraffe would make a good comedian because all his jokes would go over everyone’s head.”

Hatter opened his mouth to say something, paused and shook his head, and muttered, “No… I think we need to spice up this tea party a little.”

“Maybe we should have let it steep longer?” Hare furrowed his brow and looked into his cup, swirling around his now lukewarm tea. “Mine has plenty of ginger in it.”

“Nooo!” Hatter exclaimed, waving his arms around in the air before reaching across the table and gripping Hare by the shoulders. “Wanna go for a field trip?”

“As a matter of fact, I already have my permission slip signed!” Hare smiled, pulling a yellow slip of paper from his jacket and waving it in Hatter’s face. “Where are we going?”

“I’ll explain on the way!” Hatter laughed, gripping his hat and getting to his feet, racing off with Hare on his heels.

The pair snuck up to the courtyard on tiptoe, hiding behind the hedges for a moment before peeking their heads around them to make sure the coast was clear.

The palace was deserted, as they knew it would be. This was usually the time when the Red Queen and Rabbit took their afternoon walk around the kingdom and they would be out for probably another half hour. More than enough time for Hatter and Hare to get in and out without being noticed.

“Okay, Hare, you know what to do…” Hatter stage whispered as they snuck past the heart-shaped gate and hedges.

Hare covered his mouth as he giggled, following Hatter on tiptoe to their destination. They snuck their way through the throne room and down the hall, through the kitchen and into Rabbit’s quarters. Hatter flamboyantly slammed the door and locked it tight once they were both inside.

“Here we are!” he announced as the pair looked around Rabbit’s small room. There wasn’t much to look at, a bed and desk and a wardrobe filled with vests and shin guards, but Hare giggled at a picture of Rabbit and his mother from when he was five.

“Hatter, look at this!” Hare gawked, snatching up the photo and giving it a better look. “Can you believe he let his mother cut his bangs like that?”

“Not now, Hare! We have a mission to accomplish!” Hatter furrowed his brow and waved his friend away. “How much time do we have?”

“Uh…” Hare replaced the photo and looked at his wristwatch. “Maybe another 25 minutes. We should get to work.”

“Righty roo!” Hatter exclaimed, beelining his way to the Rabbit’s bookshelf. He picked up an armful and flung them onto Rabbit’s bed, throwing his long body onto the mattress after them. Hare shrugged and also jumped onto Rabbit’s bed, crawling his way up next to his friend before taking a seat amongst the pillows. He made sure his butt was on the one that Rabbit put his head on to sleep. They were, after all, 12 year olds in adult bodies.

Hatter plucked a book up from the pile and held his hand out to his buddy. “Hare, you brought the markers?”

“Of course I brought the markers!” Hare beamed, reaching into his jacket and retrieving two thick black pens. He gave one to Hatter and watched him uncap it, sticking out his tongue as he flipped through the pages of the book. The Hare did the same with his own book, finding that it didn’t have anything he was looking for before tossing it onto the floor.

“Aha!” Hatter shouted, slapping his hand against the book as he got to a page with a small illustration on it. “Found one!”

Hare’s ears perked as he got on his knees, biting his lip as he watched Hatter slowly move his marker toward the paper.

“Hatter, wait…” Hare reached out and stopped Hatter, biting his lip a little as he started thinking about what they were doing. This was vandalism! “Don’t you think it’s kind of mean to do this? I mean, these will be permanent.”

The tall man paused and looked down at the marker in his hand, suddenly feeling a pang of guilt. “Hare, old buddy, you’re right. What was I thinking…” he frowned and tossed the marker out the window. “Pencils would be a better idea.”

“Right ahead of you!” Hare chuckled as he reached into his jacket and produced two very large pencils, one yellow and one purple. Hatter took the purple with his left hand and returned his attention to the book.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Hatter admired the image, a little bunny boy pushing a bunny girl sitting on a swing.

“Yes…” Hare agreed, picking up a book of his own and flipping through the pages. “I think they need big sombreros.”

Hatter gasped and looked at Hare with admiration in his eyes. “Hare, you’re a genius!”

Hare blushed and shrugged his shoulders, adding little devil horns and a spiked tail to an illustration of a school teacher tutoring children on their English.

The pair worked their way through nearly a dozen books each, doodling little additions to each illustration, giggling to themselves all the time. They ran the gamut from simple mustaches to adding characters to scenes. Hatter was halfway through doodling a penis on the face of an evil Queen when they heard a familiar voice from the throne room.

“Rabbit! I require more ice in my lemonade!”

Their eyes grew wide and Hare’s hands went to his face as they looked at each other.

“Yikes!” Hatter stage whispered as he got to his feet, scrambling to pick up the books strewn around the bed and floor. With lightning speed, the couple cleaned up the room so it looked more or less as it did before they had arrived. Hare took the time to rub his butt on Rabbit’s pillows one last time before the Hatter unlocked the door.

“Time to go, pal!”

Once again, they tiptoed down the hall and paused at the throne room door, peeking around to see the Queen sitting on her large chair with her feet up. The Rabbit was taking her walking shoes off her feet and she was drinking her lemonade through a straw.

“How are we going to get past them?” Hare squeaked, looking up at Hatter with a furrowed brow.

Hatter narrowed his eyes and looked around the room, his mind racing. He wished he had more of his ginger root tea, it seemed that his thinker had slowed down. After a few moments, he patted Hare on the shoulder.

“I think maybe we should just leave through the front door.”

Hare blinked, his mouth gaping open for a moment before chuckling to himself. Of course! The front door! Why hadn’t he thought of that before!? He then chuckled again, because he made a rhyme.

They tiptoed their way down the hall and, just as Hatter’s hand turned the knob on the front door, there was a noise behind them.

“Hatter! Hare! What are you doing here?”

The pair gulped and looked at each other with wide eyes again, turning on their heels and looking at the Rabbit with overly bright smiles.

“Rabbit!” Hatter greeted him with an over enthusiastic wave. “The door was unlocked and we figured we’d just walk our way in.”

The Hare nodded in agreement, tapping his fingers together in front of his chest. “We came to ask a favor.”

“A favor?” Rabbit cocked his brow at them.

“Yes!” the Hatter agreed, nodding largely at the Hare. “We need to borrow some cream.”

Rabbit looked at them incredulously, blinking slowly. “You came all the way here to borrow… cream?”

“For the tea party!” Hare nodded. “We went to the see the Cow but she’s off on her mission to the Moon and won’t be back till next Tuesday’s tea party.”

“Oh, yes…” Hatter pursed his lips. “I hope she makes it all the way over the moon this time and doesn’t get stuck in the Milky way.”

“Maybe then she can bring us back some milk too…” Hare remarked, jabbing Hatter in the ribs as he laughed at his own joke.

The Rabbit was done with this and sighed. He was about to tell them so when another voice came from the courtyard.

“Rabbit!? What’s taking you so long?” The group turned to see the Red Queen stalking her way toward them, her bare feet showing beneath her dress. “If I don’t soak my toesies soon they’re about to fall off… oh! Hatter. Hare. What are you doing here?”

Rabbit rolled his eyes. “They’re here to borrow cream, your Majesty.”

“For our tea party.” Hatter nodded, Hare agreeing with him silently from beside him.

“Oh…” the Queen muttered, suddenly very aware that she was barefoot and now ludicrous it must seem to see her indecent in front of her subjects. “Well, Rabbit, give them what they want so they can be on their way. And get me my bucket with hot water. And don’t skimp out on the bubbles!”

The Rabbit’s shoulders drooped as he returned his attention to the Hatter and Hare, both of them beaming at him with obviously guilty looks on their faces. He wracked his brain as he looked around, trying to see anything out of the ordinary as he walked them into the kitchen and to the fridge, where he gave them a pitcher of cream.

“Thanks, Rabbit!” Hatter said gleefully, slapping Rabbit on the back as Hare took the pitcher. “We knew we could count on you!”

“Yes, well…” Rabbit’s whiskers twitched as he looked at them with tired eyes. “Any time.”

“You’d better get the Queen that bucket!” Hare smiled, ears bouncing as he gestured toward the throne room with his head. “You make the queen wait much longer and she’ll put her foot up your-”

A hand was clamped down on Hare’s mouth as the Hatter stage whispered “Filter…”

Hare nodded and remained silent.

“Yes…” Rabbit agreed one final time, waiting for the pair to make their exit. The three stood there awkwardly before the Rabbit finally added, “Was there something else?”

“Oh, no no!” Hatter laughed, tapping his hat nervously. “Come Hare!”

Hare nodded his head again and followed Hatter through the throne room (and the Queen still waiting for her bucket) and through the courtyard and the heart-shaped gate.

“That was a close one!” Hare breathed as he put the pitcher of cream down on the tea table.

“Yes, well…” Hatter sighed, taking a seat on the table and looking at the platters of sweets before plucking up a tart and taking a nibble from it. “That was exciting, wasn’t it?”

“Sure was,” Hare agreed, picking up the kettle of tea and shaking it, feeling that it was still half full. “Should we brew a fresh pot while we wait for Rabbit to discover our work?”

“Indubitably!” Hatter exclaimed, scarfing down the rest of his tart before picking up the other kettle and leading the way into the Hat house.

They didn’t know they would have to wait a few days before their work was discovered. They had nearly forgotten about it when they heard a bunny wheeling his way up their walk, shouting their names at the top of his voice.

“Hatter! Hare! Get out here at once!”

The pair put their tea cups down and looked up to see both the Rabbit and Alice coming their way, each holding stacks of books.

“That's an awful lot of library books...” Hare commented, rushing forward to open the gate for them. “Are you getting late fees on all of them?”

“What have you two numbskulls done to my books!?” Rabbit didn’t waste a second laying in on them, a furious look on his face with the books in his arms. Hatter wanted to laugh, Rabbit’s face was nearly all one shade of red.

“What are you talking about?” Hatter asked, his brow furrowed.

“Someone has vandalized over half my book collection!” Rabbit shouted, stomping his foot. “And this has your name all over it!”

Hatter honestly didn’t know what the Rabbit was talking about. He lifted his hat and scratched his head with a gloved hand. “How could someone do something so awful?! Hare, clear the table, let them put the books down.”

Hatter and Hare shoved half the cups and saucers off the table to allow Alice and the Rabbit to free up their arms.

“We know it was you, Mr Hatter,” Alice sighed as she rubbed her tired arm. “You kept adding top hats to all your pictures.”

“And Hare wrote ‘Hare wuz here’ in the back of my copy of Bunnyrella,” Rabbit said, straightening up his vest.

Hare grimaced as he looked at the Hatter, who suddenly remembered what they had done.

“Oh! Oh! Wait!” The Hatter slapped his knee and laughed boisterously like he just understood the punchline of a good joke. Hare joined in and the pair laughed until they were red in the face and had tears streaming down their cheeks. The Dormouse, who was alarmed by all the shouting, stuck his head out of his tea pot and shook his head at them.

“I don’t see what all the fuss is about?” Hatter said between laughs, wiping a tear away from his eye as he approached the Rabbit.

“Oh, you don’t do you?” The Rabbit mused, picking up a book with a red cover and flipping through the pages. He stopped and cocked his brow, before he thrust the picture of the evil Queen into Hatter’s face, the one with the penis on it. “I had to explain to Alice what this was!”

“Oh, yes, I was very proud of that one!” Hatter beamed, laughing joyously as he looked at it. He turned his head to the side as he showed his handwork to everyone, only looking up when the Rabbit shouted in frustration.

“You both are going to erase every bit of profanity out of these pages!”

“Oh… but it would be such a shame!” Hare sighed, his ears drooping a little. “We worked so hard on all these.”

“I don’t care. This is vandalism and I want it eradicated from my books immediately.”

“Then why don’t you do it?” Hatter asked, thrusting the book at Rabbit.

“Because he didn’t do it, Mr Hatter,” Alice said sternly. “You did. And it was mean of you to trick Mr Rabbit like that.”

“I don’t think it was very mean,” Hare shrugged. “I think it was mostly funny.”

“Well, it wasn’t very nice. And it wasn’t something a friend would do to another friend.”

Hatter and Hare looked at each other with defeated looks on their faces. A 12 year old girl had gotten the better of them.

“How true that is, young Alice. Fiiine…” Hatter heaved, holding his gloved hand out for Rabbit to give him an overly large rubber eraser. “Get a rubbin, Hare.”

Hare scrunched up his face and took the eraser from Rabbit.

“Also,” the Rabbit added, looking Hare in the face as he spoke. “The Cow never jumped over the moon. She had to reschedule due to low cloud coverage.”

“Wash your pillows recently, Rabbit?” Hare asked with a chuckle.

#adventures in wonderland #mad hatter #March Hare #aiw #disney #fanfiction #story #writing #white rabbit #red queen #alice #dormouse #comedy #fanfic #hatter's great idea

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sansaurora9904 · 3 years

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Chapter II

Seonghwa has experienced so many things through 11 centuries of his life, or simply if you want 1130 years.

He lived through so many wars it's impossible to count them all.

But he never changed. He stayed the same.

Born in 900, during Parhae Dynasty, Seonghwa was the first born son of Park Jiyeon and Park Hyunwoo.

The next heir if you will.

5 years later, in 905, his younger sister, Park Soomin, was born.

The difference between the two is quite obvious. You wouldn't didn't they're related.

Seonghwa is tall, standing 178 cm with broad shoulders, very well built body, blond hair, blue eyes and pale skin.

His sister, however, stands at 170 cm with slim body, tiny waist, long straight white hair, blue eyes and pale skin.

You could easily mistaken them as twins as they do have similar features.

Over the years they have seen people they cherished die, disappear even.

But the two always stuck together no matter what.

Though the centuries they've built their own clan, or coven if you will, and a family.

On November 1st 1210, during the time king John of England began imprisoning Jews, Seonghwa and Soomin met San.

San was 3 months, 3 weeks and 1 day old at that time, the poor boy left out on the open with his parents no where in sight. Despite being a human, and a baby too, Soomin took him in and raised him with Seonghwa.

As San grew older, the boy began to realize that the Parks weren't his biologically parents so a 18 year old San sat them down and told them to explain everything.

Seonghwa and Soomin decided that day that San will know everything, from their birth to them being vampires. They excepted the younger to be afraid, to yell or scream at them for being monsters but San surprised them.

He was calm and patient, letting them explain everything. He sat in front of them quietly, legs crossed as he thought of what he should do. Eventually after a few minutes San made his decision. He was going to stay, with the people who raised him and opened his eyes to the world.

During August 31 and November 9 1888, the time serial killer Jack The Ripper murdered five victims — Mary Ann Nichols, Annie Chapman, Elizabeth Stride, Catherine Eddows and Mary Jane Kelly — Choi Jongho was born on October 12 1888.

The boy was taken in custody by San, who claimed he and his wife (who didn't exist) wanted to have children but couldn't because she was infertile. San took him to the Parks where the young boy was placed in a safe place and heavy protection. While Soomin and San took care of Jongho, Seonghwa was helping inspectors Frederick Abberline, Henry Moore and Walter Answers and Scotland Yard to solve the murders of Jack The Ripper.

They were however unsuccessfull. The murder was never found and the murders were left unsolved.

When Jongho grew into a adult the three sat him down and explained everything to him. The younger was a bit terrified but accepted anyway because these people were the ones who took care of him and raised him.

During August 1915 the Battle of Chunuk Bair happened, it was a World War I battle fought between the Ottoman defenders and troops of the British Empire. During that time Song Mingi was born on August 9. The newborn was saved by Jongho who fled through the battle to keep him out of the war. Jongho took him to Soomin, who made sure he was healthy and had no scratches for wounds.

When Mingi was 2 years old, Jongho lost control. He bit the poor boy, sucking venom into his blood as he drank from him but he was soon removed from the 2 year old. San held him back in his arms as Soomin checked over Mingi, the boy terrified as his parental figure bit him.

Jongho's (undead) heart sank that day, guilt suffocating him as the boy he saved avoided him. Seonghwa told him it's okay, that Mingi doesn't hate him, that he's just confused and terrified. Jongho accepted the oldest vampires words and stayed away from Mingi, however he still kept a eye on the boy just in case.

As Mingi grew older it was time for him to accept what happened and fully turn into a vampire. Seonghwa sat him down and explained everything to him. It took him a while but he accepted and was eventually turned into one. Once he was stable and had more control the first thing he did was confront Jongho.

The older vampire was surprised as the youngest of 5 of them hugged him tightly in a bear hug. Jongho accepted the hug, fully smiling as Mingi forgave him.

"I understand how you felt back then. You weren't a newborn back than but I know you had your reasons." Was what Mingi said.

"I know and I'm sorry." Jongho apologized. Mingi just smiled and patted his head gently, flicking his forehead and walking away with a "See you later shortie."

The 5 of them eventually expanded their clan/coven all over the world, each one of them holding power on 5 continents (Antarctica wasn't counted for obvious reasons).

Seonghwa held high power in Eurasia (Europe and Asia), Soomin in North and South America, San in Australia and Jongho and Mingi in Africa.

In the main cities; Seoul (South Korea), Paris (France), Washington, D.C. (United States), Buenos Aires (Argentina), Sydney (Australia) and Algiers (Algeria) rules are set for the relationships between vampires and humans.

As the years and centuries passed by the technology increased rapidly. In the current year — 2030 — technology developed so much that humans extinct with androids existing in rich countries only.

As vampires have been discovered so have been werewolfs. These werewolfs however are able to shift between a animal large like a four legged dog or a two legged human. The moon does not affect them.

The only thing that has not been discovered is their ranks, something both species are thankful for.

In the early morning of Monday Seonghwa and Soomin head out to meet the Alpha of the Moonlight Pack Kim Namjoon and his Omega mate Kim Seokjin with their pups Hoseok and Jungkook.

"Well today's gonna be a great day." Soomin says, dressed in a black outfit that exposed her skin rather greatly, the clans symbol — a white rose with a red spot right in the middle — fully shown on her beautiful and perfect pale, doll-like skin. Her pure white hair was left down, completely covering the right side of her perfectly sculpted face.

Her older brother, Seonghwa, was dressed in black as well. His elegant and classy grey jacket was placed over a black button up with some of his chest exposed, his black and white tie with different patterns was tied in a knot and placed over the black button up. His black pants were with a loose material and matched with shiny black shoes. His neatly combined ash-blond hair was swept on his right side of his face covering half of his almond-shaped, hooded, mesmerizing crystal blue eyes.

"It appears so dear sister."

"You won't quit being formal will you?"

"No."

Soomin chuckles and shakes her head. After a few minutes of silence the younger female reaches out and holds her older brothers hand, the male giving her hand a light but gentle squeeze.

Soomin lets him and follows him inside the spacious mansion owned by the Kims. She and Seonghwa walked into the living room where the Kims were waiting. Once inside they shake hands with the Alpha, his Luna and their sons. As they sat down on separate couches Soomin observes the family of four.

Kim Namjoon was a tall, short blue haired Alpha male with broad shoulders and body shaped like a true Alpha. His Omega, Seokjin, looked like a true beauty that everywhere wanted with a soft feminine look and purple hair.

Their sons, Hoseok and Jungkook looked like twins. Hoseok was smaller with a small soft feminine look with brownish hair, kind eyes and heart shaped lips. Jungkook was taller and broader with a more masculine look, with bright red hair and bunny like appearance.

Soomin snaps out of her trance and looks at Seonghwa, the older male looking at her in concern. She knew what he was thinking so she lifts her hand up and gently places it on his cheek, tracing a small 'o' on the skin. Seonghwa understood her message and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, his lips resting there as he hugs his younger sister.

"Namjoon expressed that the treaty will be completed tomorrow morning." Seonghwa says quietly knowing enough that she heard him. Soomin nods a little and Seonghwa barely lets her go, grabbing her hand and leading her back to their home.

Within a minute the two vampires arrive and walk in comfortably, immediately knowing where to go. Once in the living room the two give forehead kisses to the three pouty vampires.

Soomin chuckles and sits down on San's lap, the black/white-haired male comfortably wrapping his arms around her waist and letting her snuggle into his chest.

Soomin yawns a few times and snuggles closer, eyes closing as sleep takes over her. San gently lifts her up and carries her upstairs to her room, he walks in and closes the door with his foot. He lays down on the bed pulling her on top and keeping her close.

The older female snuggled closer into his chest, snoring a little. San knew that vampires like Seonghwa and Soomin didn't need sleep but they slept anyway because their mind wanted to.

A knock on the door makes San open his eyes, he raises his head up and looks towards the door."Come in." Seonghwa's ash-blond hair pops in the doorway, the older male smiling gently.

"Everything alright?"

San looks at him and nods."Mhm, she's just sleeping." Seonghwa nods, exiting out of the room and closing the door.

San rests his head on the fluffy white pillow and closes his eyes, sleep overtaking him. He doesn't need sleep either but a few hours of napping wouldn't hurt.

Within the next few days the five vampires set out to help a neighboring pack from Namjoon's pack. The five wear their regular black outfits with black cloaks.

Soomin looks around the pack. Alphas, Betas, Deltas, Gammas and Omegas are everywhere, talking, laughing, running around with no care.

"Well this pack is quite lovely." Jongho comments.

Soomin snorts."Makes me wonder how the Alpha and Luna look like."

Seonghwa chuckles at their antics and ruffles his hair a little."Soomin and I will head inside to speak with the Alpha and his mate, the rest of you can walk around and talk to some of them."

"Yeah and learn something while you're at it." Soomin adds. The trio nod and walk away from the Park siblings.

Seonghwa walks inside the pack house, Soomin following behind him as they look around the pack.

A tall male approaches them, his necklace indicating that he's an Beta.

"Madame Park, Sir Park, the Alpha is waiting for you in his study room."

With a nod from the two siblings the tall Beta leads them to the study room where his Alpha is waiting. The male knocks on the door, waits a few seconds and walks in.

"Alpha, Madame Park and Sir Park have arrived."

"Let them in." A new voice speaks.

The Beta nods and turns around, walking out and bowing. He moves aside and lets them walk in. Once in the door behind them is closed.

"Ah, the famous Park siblings."

Seonghwa chuckles and shakes his head."You are underestimating us Hongjoong."

Soomin raises her eyebrows in confusion. They know each other? How?

A beat later another person walks in, this time a female, her resemblance similar to Hongjoong's.

"Where were you?"

"Outside." She replies.

"Seonghwa, Soomin," Hongjoong gets up from his chair and walks around to the front of his desk, lips twisting into a soft smile."This is my younger sister Byeol."

The red-head smiles at them and waves shyly at them."Hello, I'm Byeol."

"I didn't know you had a sister." Seonghwa says.

"She was on other continent, doing her duties. Plus it never crossed my mind." Hongjoong replies.

While the two converse the two females stare at each other. Soomin notices how Byeol's eyes flickered, her body tensing a little.

"Byeol, would you mind showing Soomin around? I have to speak with Seonghwa." The younger Kim nods and walks out, the older Park following her and closing the door behind her.

"So a sister huh?"

Hongjoong shrugs his shoulders."You never asked and I didn't bother to say it." Seonghwa walks over to him and hovers over him, his face inches from Hongjoong's.

"Stubborn aren't you, Love?" Hongjoong twitches a little from the vampires mesmerizing gaze and nods.

"I think we can change that." Seonghwa pulls him closer and lays him down on his desk, standing in between his legs as Hongjoong wraps them around his waist. Seonghwa leaves soft kisses over his neck, tongue licking the skin between each kiss.

The younger male squirms under him, desperate for friction so he lifts his hips up and presses them against Seonghwa's, the older lets our a quiet moan in his ears and grips his hips tightly."We don't have enough time Joong."

"I know you can make it. Plus I know your clan enough to know they can take care of themselves."

"That is where you are correct Love." Seonghwa picks him up in his arms and speed walks to Hongjoong's room which was connected to the study room. He locks all of the doors and gets back on the bed where the younger is waiting for him.

Hongjoong moves his hips against nothing, moans escaping his pretty pink lips. Seonghwa gets on the bed and begins to take off their clothes, leaving kisses on Hongjoong's skin. Once the clothes are off Hongjoong pulls Seonghwa on top of him, capturing his lips into a heated kiss. Seonghwa lets him and moans softly, kissing back fiercely as he makes love to the male under him.

"Seonghwa-!"

Seonghwa moans as the male under him squeezes around his length, the warm and tight walls of Hongjoong sending him into bliss. Said male bares his neck for him in submission, pretty neck decorated in purples and blues.

"Hongjoong I-"

"You can — agh fuck baby — come in me."

A few more thrusts into the younger male under him and Seonghwa comes, leaning down and sinking his fangs in his pretty neck, he pulls him impossibly closer and sinks his fangs in deeper, drinking his lover's blood and officially transferring his Royal blood in him and marking him as his.

When a Royal blood marks his fated the clans symbol will appear on their neck next to bite mark.

"Seonghwa,"

"Hongjoong."

Seonghwa pulls away and leans down again, capturing Hongjoong's lips into a sweet kiss. The younger returns the kiss and licks his bottom lip slowly pulling out a soft moan from Seonghwa who playfully glares at him.

Hongjoong laughs softly and lets the male tickle him, giggles escaping his lips as his lover tickles him.

"Okay, okay." Seonghwa chuckles and stops tickling him, gently rubbing his sides and kissing his forehead softly."All good my Love?" Hongjoong nods and Seonghwa smiles, laying down on his side and pulling his lover close to his chest, gently kissing the top of his head.

Hongjoong snuggles closer and rests his head on his chest, softly tracing random patterns on the pale, doll-like skin. Despite Seonghwa's body being colder than his Hongjoong finds comfort in it.

He lets out a small yawn and snuggles impossibly closer, eyes closing and falling asleep. Seonghwa smiles softly at his lover and pulls the blanket over them, the black-haired almost purring at the sudden warmness surrounding him.

Seonghwa rests his head on the pillow and closes his eyes, gently running his fingers through Hongjoong's black locks.

He's really the luckiest man on planet.

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𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷:「𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛, 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 / 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗, 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎?」

word count: 3.5k

setting: student!Taeyong x writing assistant!Female Reader, University!AU

warning[s]: none for this chapter besides some angst. later chapters will have more sensitive topics and they will be mentioned.

chapter summary: in which Taeyong reminisces & tries to forget, but doesn’t stand a chance against the stars & their song. or, in which Taeyong & y/n meet again under the same sky, after years apart.

a/n: this is heavily inspired by Love Deluna; a big thank u @starxblossom for the help on this fic, which is VERY loosely based on something between a boy & me that began sweet. here is chapter one, as inspired by my messy [love] life.

READ ME: this story will contain a LONG series of chapters :) i will italicize flashbacks in their entirety & indicate any changes in scene or point of view in bold. furthermore, chapters will alternate between Taeyong and y/n unless otherwise indicated.

other tags: @bunny-doyounq! enjoy~ ♫

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Exactly 4 years ago—

“What are you looking for?” he asks, leaning into her so that their shoulders are barely touching. She stares up into the dark, cloudless sky, eyes focused on something he cannot see, painted coral lips slightly parted.

He wonders if one day he’ll feel them against his skin, instead of the winter breeze. Instead of the knowledge that her heart is somewhere else, has always been somewhere else.

“The stars,” she replies, abandoning her search in favor of looking sideways at him with a faint smile. Her gaze is distant, though, and it feels like something sharp has lodged itself in his gut, because he can’t remember if she’s ever really looked at him. “I love the city lights. I really do. But I want to see the stars, I want to see the sky covered in them.”

And then her eyes turn back to the heavens.

He wishes he could anchor her, bring her down from the clouds— but he knows she won’t let him. At least, not as they are.

Not as he is.

So, instead, he places his hand on top of hers, the words he really wants to say stuck somewhere between his heart and his throat, threatening to choke him as he assures her, “We’ll go somewhere you can see them, someday.”

Someday, when I return, he promises silently.

She looks at his hand, then at him, and her voice is tiny, barely audible when she asks, “How far?”

He sees the glimmer of fear in her eyes, and takes his hand away, missing the warmth of her even as he does so. But he knows better than to linger too long and spook her.

“As far as you want.”

Now —

Daly City, CA

—in one word, home

How many moons has it been, since he last set foot in this tiny city, engulfed in a sea of fog pierced only by the headlights of the Model Y Teslas that speed away towards the skyscrapers of the big city to the north?

Too many.

And yet, though he’s returned to the place he’s loved most out of all the homes he’s forged, he feels like he is about to make the second greatest mistake of his life.

He scales the moss-lined steps leading up to the park from the main road, relishing the way the sounds of traffic are muffled by the towering, groaning pines. But when he steps off the uneven dirt path, his heart drops a little when he digs his heels into the earth and finds that the soccer fields have been filled with fake grass and rubber dirt.

He shuffles towards the library, passing through the playground and its vacant swings, sparing a wistful glance for the sand pit, which is filled with mud and litter and not a single child to dig through it. It’s early, the sun hasn’t even started to peek its head over the horizon, but he remembers when he was a child, the seesaw was always creaking away, and the swings were never left unoccupied.

The jingle of a bell lifts his chin from his chest, though, and he sucks a breath in between his teeth in disbelief. There’s no way it’s the rickety old ice cream truck that used to come around when he was a kid, the one with the smiling old man and his wife.

And he’s right, though he’s never wished more in his life that he was wrong.

It’s a cluster of kids on their bikes, ringing their bells like mad and whooping as they zoom through the parking lot, past the basketball and tennis courts that have always been worn and gray, but seem all the worse for wear without the thud of shoes against the cement to fill the spaces in between the groaning fences.

He shoves his hands in his pocket and walks back to his car, shoulders heavy with the knowledge that the world he left behind was not untouched in his absence.

You included, though he knows better than to think you’d be waiting for him. You would never have looked back, not when he’d left like that, without warning, without so much as a goodbye.

You probably hate him for it.

So he gets back into his car, grits his teeth, and promises himself, later, he’ll forget about it. He’ll start at a new school, make new friends, focus on his classes, and act as if the past doesn’t still have its claws in his heart.

Later, he’ll pretend he doesn’t miss the days you’d sit at the top of those steps and drink Arizonas together, wasting the hours until the sun set and you had to decline call after call from your overprotective father, insisting you come home because it was getting too late.

Later, he’ll unpack his boxes at the university apartments, and thank his parents for leaving out the pictures of you and him.

But for now, he grips the steering wheel and takes the I-280 south, all four windows down, using the roar of the autumn wind to drown out the voice inside that says he’s made a mistake, coming back home to California. The voice that insists he came back not for a new start, not because his parents insisted he finish his education abroad, but to see you again.

Santa Clara, CA

— the place you imagine when you think California vibes.

“You know, Taeyong, you didn’t have to come all the way from Korea to bring me flowers.” Johnny eyes the bouquet of violently pink hydrangeas that Taeyong has just produced from the passenger seat of his car like they’ve offended him. “These are pretty, but you know I have allergies, right?”

“They’re not for you,” Taeyong snorts, lifting his computer tower from the backseat with a grunt. “Can you grab the other box from the back?”

Johnny grabs the storage box filled with peripherals and shuts the trunk. “Who else would they be for?”

“My mother told me your mother was visiting.” Taeyong kicks the door closed and locks the car twice, holding his beloved computer tower close to his body and the flowers under his arm. “And that we’re getting lunch together, apparently. Also, since when have you been allergic to flowers?”

“Since I saw these.” Johnny wrinkles his nose at the flowers. “And we’re not eating on campus— I never thought I would say this, but I am sick of burritos.” He shudders as he taps his ID to the scanner at the front entrance, and holds the door open as Taeyong tiptoes through, careful not to trip over the door frame. “There’s a good Korean barbecue place in San Jose, ten minutes out from here. Mom’s checking out the stationery store at Santana Row, said we can call her when we’re ready to go. Have you toured the campus yet?”

Taeyong laughs. “No, I haven’t had the time to look around—”

“Seriously?” Johnny purses his lips in an exaggerated pout. “Okay, come on. Let’s put this stuff away, and I’ll show you around.” He ushers him through another set of double doors, past a small expanse of grass complete with a volleyball net and red flowers draped across a wooden pavilion, shining steel grills polished and ready for the next Sunday playoffs, to the ground floor apartment of a building on the opposite side of the complex.

Taeyong can’t help but already imagine himself sitting on the grass, when he has time after classes, taking the time to watch the sun sink below the rooftops, coffee in one hand and music filling his ears. He can imagine himself mapping the skies, searching for stars.

He catches himself there, shakes his head at his own foolishness. “Lee Taeyong,” he mutters, running a hand through his hair, “this is no time to think about stargazing.”

“Stargazing?” Johnny echoes, emerging from the bathroom with his hands still a little wet, waving them about to dry them. “We have an observatory, if you’re interested in that.”

Taeyong tries to act like the idea hasn’t excited him, bending down to tie his shoes to hide the grin splitting his face. “We can check it out if it’s not too out of the way, I guess.”

Johnny chuckles, closing the door behind him. “Of course. Last and least on the list.”

Palm trees overlook the majority of the campus, leaning low over the buildings and casting long shadows along the pavement. And where there isn’t red or gray brick, there is carefully curated grass, neatly clipped hedges, and collections of too-perfect, too-saturated flowers highlighting each walkway.

It’s a little artificial, a little unreal, but Taeyong can’t deny that, with the afternoon sun beating down on his shoulders, casting golden light without a single wisp of fog in the air, and a slight breeze nipping at his fingertips, it feels like a slice of paradise, straight out of the movies.

Near the end of the main road, Johnny points out a pastel rainbow of roses that lead to a side path that wraps around the church, under a canopy of vines and branches and ornately wrought wood. “I like to come here instead of on the quads; it’s quieter. Some people even take wedding pictures here when the weather is nice.”

Taeyong spots a bench a little ways down the path, surrounded by roses— the perfect spot to take a picture, one to remember his first day back under the California sun.

When he turns back to ask his friend to capture the moment for him, Johnny is already motioning for him to hand over his phone, a knowing smile playing across his face. “I’m surprised you didn’t ask me to take a photo earlier.” Taeyong laughs, brushes rose petals off of the bench before he sits, squinting as he finds a spot that is both well lit and doesn’t have the sun blazing directly into his eyes. “This is too pretty to pass up.”

“Ready?”

Taeyong nods, smiling chastely into the eye of the camera.

“Okay, three, two, one—”

Click.

“Another pose~ three, two, one—”

He adds a peace sign. He knows his mother will definitely ask for one of him and Johnny later, and makes a note to take one at lunch.

Click.

“Last one, look sexy, Taeyong-ah, say mwah for the camera~”

Taeyong bursts into laughter at that, but Johnny snaps the picture anyway.

Click.

“That’s the candid I was looking for,” he says, clearly pleased by his work, handing Taeyong’s phone back to him. “You look good.” And for all his teasing, Johnny is right about the photos— he looks sun-kissed and happy. Nothing like how he’d felt earlier that morning.

He takes a deep breath, taking in the rich scent of the roses around them as the church bells sound, signaling noon. He gathers a handful of pink petals and marvels at their unmarked, silken beauty. “I feel good, too.”

“What did Seoul do to you?” Johnny asks thoughtfully, looking him up and down as if this is the first time he’s really looked at him all day.

Taeyong tosses the petals in the air with a chuckle. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, when we were teenagers...” Johnny snaps his fingers, looking for the right words. “You look like you know yourself better. Is that it?” A girl’s wail splits the air before he can answer, followed by the pitter-patter of quick footsteps. “Excuse me, I’m laaaate—”

Taeyong steps aside automatically, and as the girl runs past him, long hair whipping him in the face despite his quick reflexes, he catches a whiff of summer, of wildflowers, jasmine, and something of the ocean breeze.

And while he doesn’t recognize the perfume, his heart sinks when he realizes he does know that voice.

Your voice.

His phone drops from his hand, and he jumps to his feet.

There’s no way.

Luckily, Johnny snatches up his phone before it hits the ground, and when he sees the expression on Taeyong’s face, leans in front of him with a concerned look, waving a hand to catch his attention. “Whoa. You good, buddy?”

Taeyong’s eyes don’t even register the movement. He presses a hand to his chest to check if his heart is still beating, and has to sit down on the bench again, because he is shaking like a leaf caught in a hurricane.

He feels like all the breath has been sucked out of his lungs, like the bones in his body have suddenly become hollow and thin like glass. “I… was that...?”

Johnny follows his gaze, staring at the back of the girl who is still rushing down the path. “Oh...” he exhales, craning his head to get a better look. “Oh.”

Slowly, he nods his head, and the confirmation is like a death rattle to Taeyong. “I heard she was here, but, you know... I didn’t really go looking.”

Johnny places a firm hand on Taeyong’s shoulder, and his voice is gentle when he reminds him, “You shouldn’t either.”

Taeyong closes his eyes and shakes his head, because after all this time, despite the years he’s spent under a different skyline— here you are— here—

The thought chokes him. It wraps icy fingers around his heart and crushes it, crushes him.

He can’t remember the reason he left, only that it wasn’t right, only that he should’ve stayed.

And though he has only caught a moment’s glimpse, shared a single breath, he can’t deny it, he hasn’t changed at all.

He is still the same boy, praying that a flower that lives for starlight will bloom for him instead.

6 and a half years ago—

Taeyong did not want to attend Winter Ball— in fact, he would rather have eaten dirt— but Yuta and Ten ended up buying him a ticket anyway. He had tried to escape after the last bell, ducking towards the door before the teacher had even dismissed them, but Johnny locks an arm around his shoulders before he can escape.

“You can skip every dance after this one,” he bargains, clicking his tongue, and drags Taeyong down the street to his house to lend him clothes for the night. “Come on, it’ll be fun. Live a little. Dance a little.”

“No, it won’t,” Taeyong grumbles, but puts on the white collared shirt and black tie ensemble anyway, Mrs. Suh cooing “So handsome!” a thousand times at them as she snaps photos to keep in her newly-bought scrapbooks, before ushering them out. “Be back by midnight, okay?”

And now, he plays the wallflower in the small gym, watching in faint amusement as the people dancing freeze in confusion as they try to guess at what song is playing next, the DJ’s transitions between songs awkward and stilted. Despite that, towering over everyone in the very heart of the crowd, Johnny dances like there’s no tomorrow. Yuta and Ten had tried to get him out there, too— they had tried to drag him, princess-carry, and Yuta had even tried to throw him— but Taeyong isn’t in the mood to dance.

A flash of silver catches his eye, and he momentarily forgets that he is supposed to be uninterested in everything that the evening has to offer.

A girl strides towards him, sparkling white glitter sliding off her collarbones like someone has poured starlight on her, refracting tiny pinpoints of light onto her face. She is smiling, and her cheeks are a deep shade of rouge, but her smile is more like a lioness baring her fangs, and the rest of her expression is cold and hard.

Her lips purse as she stares at the half-open door to his left, and the wind whispering behind it. She pauses in the doorway, gaze flicking back to the crowd. And then to him.

When she sees that Taeyong’s looking back at her, her expression lightens, the corners of her eyes crinkling in true mirth.

And then she’s gone, the door swinging shut behind her with a sigh.

He finds her perched on the railing outside, on the balcony that overlooks the entire campus, watching the last snatches of day start to die away. She turns as he approaches, the light on the horizon line pooling around her, framing her figure in gold and scarlet. The breeze bites at his cheeks, and her midnight blue chiffon dress clings to her body, but unlike him, she does not shiver; instead, she leans into the icy caress of winter like it is an old friend.

So when her eyes burn into his, he is already half-convinced that she is some ethereal creature. He opens his mouth to speak, but she shakes her head, as if the sound of his voice will break the spell she’s cast, one that blurs the noise behind him in favor of the shifting world before him.

A wry smile curls her lips, like she’s laughing at some unspoken joke, and she pats the railing next to her, inviting him to join her in the moment.

Mutely, they watch the sky until it darkens and the northern star has begun to twinkle, the last murmurs of gold plunging below the school buildings. So much time passes, in fact, that when she suddenly takes a deep breath, consuming the night air like it is her lifeblood, it startles him, and he almost falls off the railing into the uneven hedges below them.

She laughs aloud then, and says, in a low, almost husky voice, “Are you afraid I might bite?”

His brain fizzles as he tries to think of something to say that isn’t stupid. He settles for the truth. “You look like you might just fly away if I come too close.”

She looks startled, like she wasn’t expecting him to respond with those words, and then shakes her head, that same mysterious smile curving her lips. She tips her head back and lets the wind comb through her long hair. “I wish I could fly. Don’t you?”

He thinks about it, looks up into the sea of gray clouds filtering the moonlight into ivory shards. “Maybe. Where would you go, if you could?”

She leans back a little too far and loses her balance for a split second— and he instinctively reaches out to catch her, gripping her hands in his.

Her hands are small, and freezing, but still, they do not shake. Her heartbeat thrums against his palms, and she laughs breathlessly, the noise dragging his eyes up to meet hers.

He can’t help but flinch; her gaze is filled with stone that had not been there a second before. It does not soften until she has extracted herself from his hold, and the cold railing is the only thing they share in common.

Only then does she answer his question, clearing her throat. When she speaks this time, her voice has lost its airy quality, becoming sweeter, softer. He loses himself there, and openly stares at her, awed by— everything about her. “I think I’d see if heaven existed,” she breathes, reaching towards the stars, cupping the curve of the moon within her hands. “Go as high as I could until my lungs cried out for mercy.”

She slips down from her perch, lighting down quietly on the hard cement. On level ground, she is quite a bit shorter than him, and yet he feels intimidated by her proximity when she leans towards him, face impassive as she studies his.

“What?” he asks, jutting out his chin in challenge.

The girl rolls her eyes, unimpressed. But whatever she finds in his expression, she clearly doesn’t dislike because she says carelessly, tossing the words out at rapid-fire speed, “I’m going to go find a better view, and real food. Feel free to tag along, if you want.”

And then she’s walking away before he can even accept the invitation, tugging off both her heels in one fluid motion and dangling them off of her shoulder as she starts heading down the five flights of stairs leading down to the main entrance, completely barefoot and humming a tune he does not know.

He looks back at the gym. He doesn’t see Yuta, or Ten, or Johnny through the glass— in fact, he’s sure they won’t notice him leaving, either, not while they’re dancing— so he makes his choice.

He can be back by midnight, if he keeps track of the time.

“Wait—” he calls after her.

She pauses, and their gazes lock. For a split second, something flickers to life in her eyes, summons a peal of laughter from deep within her throat. She licks her lips, head tilted up towards him, and he understands it then. She is lovely, and the moonrise suits her, but she is no ethereal being, no angel, no goddess.

“Catch me if you can, then.”

Still— he can’t look away.

He can’t help but chase after her.

a/n 2.0: feedback of all kinds is appreciated! ♥ luv y’all

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anonymous930309 · 4 years

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Black and Gold

Relationships:

Yoongi/ Reader

Tags:

Idol! Yoongi, Lawyer! Reader, Past-relationships, Exes, Both characters are bad at feelings

Word Count: 2k something

Summary:

After an ugly breakup, you vowed never to see Min Yoongi again. 2 years later, broke, desperate and fresh out of Bar school, you reluctantly accept a position at Bighit Entertainment as legal counsel. Well, the legal team never interacts with the artists anyway. Or so you prayed.

When a plagiarism scandal threatens to upend BTS' newfound global success, you come face to face with aforementioned artist. And his stupid gummy smile.

"I thought you hate me?"

"I do."

"Hmm...Let you kiss my nose as apology?"

".....Fine."

Prologue: 2017

Things had been weird between the two of you for a while now, ever since he walked in on you and Jin having a food fight in the kitchen.

The two of you were standing at the kitchen stove each stirring a pot of red pepper paste soup for Budaejiggae night, a bi-weekly tradition at the Bangtan apartment.

Normally Yoongi was part of the trio of chefs, consisting of you, him and Seokjin, but today he had left for the studio early in the morning, citing some last-minute lyric adjustments.

“Hey! Y/n! Come on, don’t tell you’re done? We’ve got so much to do, you’ve gotta KETCH-UP!” Jin shouted, jokingly hitting your resting arm with the spatula.

You guffawed, you loved food puns, they were a combination of your two favourite things in the world.

Yoongi didn’t imagine the joke was funny enough to warrant such a booming laugh, but it irked him even more when you responded with an equally groan-inducing joke of your own.

“I’m tired,” you whined, “you forge ahead, but I’m ROOT-TING for you!” you responded gleefully, holding up a carrot from the pile of ingredients nearby.

Yoongi could feel his migraine intensifying as the two of you were once again enveloped in laughter. Shit, he really shouldn’t have skipped his daily cup of iced Americano.

Finally, the two of you noticed him.

“Yoongi, you’re back!” Your face lit up with one of your brightest smiles, the one where your eyes turned into crescent moons and your two bunny-like front teeth showed, the one reserved for him “How did the writing go?”

He just grunted in reply and proceeded to walk straight to his room, slamming the door behind him for good measure. He knew he shouldn’t have; he knew it was probably just the lack of sleep, and the frustratingly-slow progress of his mixtape, but he was tired and angry and chose to let it show.

Even through his door, he could hear the two of you wondering about his odd behaviour. You sounded worried, even a little hurt, but Jin Hyung comforted you that it was probably just work worries. He considered apologising, but huffed and thought better of it. Let Jin Hyung console you with more of his stupid food puns. He could always get you to laugh so easily anyway, much easier than Yoongi himself.

In the month following that incident, he grew more and more sullen and withdrawn. Refusing to tell you what the problem was, replying your messages with curt, single-worded answers, trying to avoid spending much alone time with you. Even though you still slept in his room the times you stayed the night, he was cold and distant and you felt it in your heart. Even the other guys were starting to notice, especially ever-observant Jin. The night before the guys were scheduled to leave for the Japan leg of their Wings tour, Jin had pulled you aside after dinner one night to ask you about your relationship problems. You told him not to worry, that you and Yoongi were just going through a phase, that it was healthy for couples as busy as the both of you to have some time apart. Jin didn’t look entirely convinced, but neither were you.

You came to his studio planning to talk things out with him, get back to the way things were, get your soft, sweet, genius boy back. After all he had just got back from the tour, which was a raging success, according to the entertainment sections of all the national newspapers. You figured he would be beaming, shamelessly boasting to you about how loud the fans cheered for him during his rap parts, accompanied by the boos of the other members. You would ruffle his hair and tell him how proud of him you were, then give him light peck on the check, as you always did, garnering a blush from him and that gummy smile which made your heart melt. At this point the other members, especially Jungkook, would let out a collective groan and kick you both to his room.

You took a deep breath, reminding yourself that it was Yoongi, your Yoongi, and knocked. In hindsight, you should have seen it coming. 2 years together and you didn’t even know the password to his studio.

It took a few seconds before his lock buzzed and his head popped out the door.

“Oh, it’s you,” he said shortly. His natural black hair, the colour you loved the most, was messy and dishevelled. “What do you want?”

“First of all, congratulations!” you smiled at him, “I heard the tour was a knock out of the park!” At his continued silence, you added, eyes soft, “I’m so proud of you.”

He sighed, glancing back into his studio, as if he couldn’t wait to end the conversation.

“Thanks. Was that all? I really have to get back to work, Bang PD’s on my ass for missing the deadline last week.”

Your smile faltered; you didn’t want to leave with all the problems festering between you. Not when he was leaving again 2 days later.

“Can I talk to you for a second? It’ll be quick. I’ll be out of your Genius Lab in no time!” you tried to make the atmosphere light, but you sounded desperate even to your own ears, and you hated yourself for that.

He sighed and moved aside, allowing you entry. He was wearing one of his dozen black t shirts. The chest was crumpled, like he had been running his hands over them frequently, a habit of his when he was stressed or unsure of himself.

You fidgeted in your seat on the double-seater sofa, which had taken you 2 weeks to convince him to upgrade to from the ragged recliner that previously took its space. It was a single seater for a reason, he argued. He didn’t want people in his precious workplace. You refused to back down, mischievously grinning that you would need space if you were to fulfil your dream of fucking him in his studio. He couldn’t say no to that, and the next day you found a dark-grey-leather double-seater sofa sitting in the corner.

You chuckled at the memory, the warm feeling it brought in your chest a stark contrast to reality. He continued tapping at the keyboard, acting like you weren’t even there. A few moments passed, the air empty except for the random notes from his keyboard. You cleared your throat; you hadn’t been this nervous and uncomfortable in his presence since the day you decided to take the plunge and confess.

“So…I ran into Jin and Jimin in the hallway. They’re on their way to record Please Take Care of My Refrigerator!” You tried to make conversation, a miserable attempt at lightening the cold and heavy atmosphere permeating the room.

He said nothing, fingers continuing their constant journey across the black and white keys.

“I’m so jealous! I love Chef Choi’s cooking. Jin promised to get me his name card and a reservation,” you paused, desperately hoping for a reaction, any reaction. Continued silence, “Would you like to go together?” you appealed.

After a moment he finally replied, “Why don’t you go with Jin Hyung? I’m sure he would love it.”

You were taken aback, couldn’t Yoongi see this was your attempt at reconciliation? How could he throw your efforts in your face so crudely?

Slightly hurt, you implored, “Why would I go with Jin? I want to go with you, Yoongi.”

“I told you I’m busy.”

You laughed nervously. “Well, I didn’t mean immediately, maybe after the whole tour is done, we can go out and celebrate?”

“Why would I celebrate with you, you’re not a part of it.” He replied coldly from his seat, still staring resolutely at the wall.

The words sting. Technically, he was right. You weren’t a part of the tour. You weren’t crew and neither were you Bighit staff. But still, to think that your love and support meant nothing to him, that in his mind, you didn’t contribute at all to the success of his career, showed you how little he valued you as a part of his life.

“You know…you’ve never told me you love me.” Your voice cracked a little. It was hard admitting to yourself that perhaps you were the more invested person in this relationship.

He said nothing, seemingly engrossed in his work as he randomly knocked some keys out on his keyboard, but you saw his posture stiffen from its usual slouch. Not so indifferent anymore, huh, you thought bitterly.

You loved watching him work, his complete and utter devotion to music was part of what attracted you to him so much. But right now, when you were in the middle of an argument, it was extremely frustrating.

“You know I do.”

“Well, wouldn’t hurt you to say it once. You tell your fans you love them so easily, why am I any different?” Even though he was trying to seem nonchalant, you knew the argument was affecting him too. You could tell by the way the random notes of music were getting louder and more erratic, not at all like his usual calm melodies.

“Why do you insist on asking me questions you already know the answer to?” he bit out, fingers finally halting their play.

“Because I’m crazy about you and I want to know you feel the same way too! Is that too much to ask? Jin would never do this to his girlfriend!” you had no idea why you said that, maybe because you had been spending too much with Jin recently instead of Yoongi.

“Why don’t you be with Jin Hyung instead, since I’m so intolerable!” He snapped, sounding more furious than you had ever heard him.

A part of you broke hearing those words. You hated being vulnerable, so instead you camouflaged your hurt with anger, as you were accustomed to doing.

“Are you breaking up with me?” You shouted back. “Because if you are, I want you to say it to my face, Min Yoon Gi!” You knew you shouldn’t be so reckless, but you were pissed too. He had been treating you like shit for the past month and this careless dismissal of your hard-fought (at least for you) relationship was the last straw.

Without a beat, he said “Let’s end this. It’s not working anymore. My career is on the rise and I don’t need any distractions.”

Your heart squeezed in your chest, as if shrinking in on itself, to protect you from the hurt he was currently causing you. You laughed under your breath. What did you expect? Min Yoon Gi would always love his music more than anyone, or anything else. Ironically, what had drawn you to him was now the knife cutting you out of his life. You could never hate him for that, so the only other option was to remove yourself.

You stood up abruptly. You had to get out of there while you could still control your tears. He already knew you loved him more than he ever did you, he didn’t need concrete proof of it.

“Well, Goodbye, I guess and take care Min Yoon Gi, I wish you all the best.” You willed your voice to stay strong. As the door slammed behind you, you realised this was probably your last visit to the Genius Lab. Until the end, he never once turned around to look at you.

With the amount of tears swarming your eyes, it was a wonder you didn’t cause any serious accidents on the drive home. Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore and crouched in the hallway of your dingy student flat you shared with your college roommate and bawled your eyes out. And that’s how your roommate Hana found you. One look at you told her what happened.

In between fiery grumbles of “Min Yoon Gi that rat bastard I’m going to kill you the next time I lay eyes on you.” Hana held you while you cried yourself to sleep.

The next day, you took out a big brown box and dumped all his belongings into it. All the memories of your shared past, the beige FG shirt he loved so much that you had conveniently borrowed and “forgotten” to return to him. That’s why he had to buy so many of them but in different colours, because you kept stealing them. Into the box it went. The stupid headbands he was so obsessed with at one time that you openly hated but secretly loved because it made the hair at the back of his head stand up so cutely in the mornings when he couldn’t be bothered with styling. The fucking A ring from his SUGA set that you had secretly nicked but he thought had fell into the crowd. At the time you had taunted him mercilessly about what it said about his ego and self-confidence that he needed to wear diamond encrusted rings spelling out his name when Namjoon wore no accessory of the sort. He had scowled and proceeded to fling all four of them at you.

Despite yourself, you giggled at the memory, immediately followed by a fresh bout of tears. You rubbed your tears away angrily; into the box it went. No use keeping it anymore, since the owner would no longer be around for you to taunt.

It took you 4 hours and 2 more boxes to rid your apartment of anything that was connected to him. Everything he had given you or had left in your house. Everything except his first Valentine’s gift to you, the demo for his mixtape. You could never throw that away. That was the first concrete sign that you meant as much to him as he did to you.

You were sitting in the single seater, in the same studio where he just broke your heart yesterday. You didn’t know what it was at first, because at the time the mixtape had not been released, and Yoongi had never told you he was working on one. You had to admit, at first you were kind of disappointed at being presented with a grungy old CD with nothing except the words AGUST D written on top.

When you looked at him questioningly, he wordlessly tucked the buds of the headphones into your ears and clicked play. The haunting melody rang through your ears, starting slow, his voice raspy and gruff. He always sounded particularly deep when he was doing pure hip hop raps instead of BTS songs. As he painfully detailed his struggles with depression and social phobia, his self-loathing and shame in missing that Tokyo performance, your eyes slowly filled with tears. Soon the song reached its climax, with him passionately and boldly declaring for his fans and family not to worry, he was fine now, he was king now. Soon the song dwindled to an end, the last chimes still ringing in your ears long after the song had ended. Pride and anguish, respect and most of all, love, bubbled in you, threatening to overflow like a dam. You hastily flipped to the back portion of the CD and saw on the track list:

1.The Last

You looked up at him and found him staring back at you. The unwavering trust and vulnerability you saw deep within his eyes made your heart ache.

You launched yourself at him hugging him so tight, like you wanted to crush him alive. After a few moments, you felt his arms encircling you.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered brokenly, chocking back sobs, “I’m so sorry and I love you.”

You felt his lips curve into a smile at your neck. He never told you he loved you back, yet in that moment you were confident he did.

You scowled and shook yourself out of the reverie you had fallen into. Ah, that reminded you. You had yet to remove your handwritten copy of the lyrics of “So Far Away” from your whiteboard. You had taped it there for emotional support and motivation, especially the line, “Though your beginnings may be humble may the end be prosperous” had driven you through countless all-nighters during your last year of law school. You always scolded Yoongi for being addicted to coffee, but for you he was your only addiction.

Furiously, you tore off the paper and ripped it to shreds. Well, him and his stupidly inspirational lyrics could go fuck itself. You were done feeling weak and needy. You were removing all of his influences from your life.

You considered throwing it all into the trash, but in a moment of childish insolence, you addressed it to the Bighit offices in Gangnam, to be received by MIN FUCKING ASSHOLE.

HA! The amount of money you would pay to see the look on his face when he realised all of Bighit knew about your ugly breakup!

Pride had always been one of his vices you didn’t mind pegging down a notch.

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