#which is what inspired this post i finished it today two months late

[acearchivist359]

things me and obi wan kenobi have in common:

boyfriends named cody

#i genuinely think this is my funniest joke #i’ve been making this joke for ages #i still think it’s funny #and i’ve really committed to the bit here #luckily my boyfriend has committed to the bit #genuinely cody is his favourite clone #i drew codys helmets for him as a christmas present #which is what inspired this post i finished it today two months late #star wars #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #codywan

[pinkluver93]

The Triangle of Pizza and Love

Told ya I felt that inspiration! Well, I acted on it, and here is the result. Enjoy!

Summary: This continues two months after “Finding Time”. Nasir and the Ovenist are dating, but not publicly. However, nothing gets past Dr. Michael Keh, who has a secret of his own. Nasir X Ovenist X Keh.

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It’s after 10 p.m. and Dr. Keh has just finished closing his shop. He grabs his things and walks out the door, locking the door behind him. He gets to his car, opens the door and sits inside. Instead of turning on the car and driving home like most people, Dr. Keh likes to sit in his car in silence and admire his pizzeria, humbling himself. 

“I’ve come so far since Ambrosia. No Ovenist in this town is amazing like I am. No one. I am and always will be above all of the regular people in this world.” 

He takes his phone out of his pocket. 

“Before heading home, let’s see all of the “regs” out there buzzing about my astonishing business and I, as per usual.” 

Keh chuckles heartily to himself (“Regs” are regular people that are not and never will be Keh.) as he scrolls through the posts on his feed. He smiles to himself as he reads all the posts. Finally, he stops on a post that stands out to him. 

“that ovenist from (Your Pizzeria) is totally taken, you know. I saw them with some guy. DM me if u want more info!” 

Keh scoffs. “Please. They’re not with anyone.” He looks around at his surroundings to make sure he was alone. “They’re going to ask me out soon enough, maybe. No one is a better companion than I, THE Dr. Michael Keh!”  

He reads the comments, which he assumes are speculation, and throws his phone down in anger. 

“I don’t need to waste any more of my precious time reading nonsense. I need my beauty sleep.” 

He starts his car and drives home. 

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As soon as you walk inside your place, you lay down on your bed, exhausted from the day. You still had your work clothes on, with dried sauce stains that missed the apron. Luckily it wasn’t the pesto sauce today, since your pesto sauce is incredibly strong.  You almost let yourself fall asleep but.... 

“Oh shoot, I gotta call Nasir!” 

You remembered that you had to call Nasir so he knew you were home safe and sound. When you two agreed to be a thing, Nasir was well aware of your late work hours and wanted to make sure you were alive and okay. You two also had to keep your relationship on the down-low for now (the investigation just ended recently and Nasir had to go undercover again for work). This meant that you each cherished the time you two were able to talk and spend together. 

You dial Nasir’s number and he answers on the third ring. 

“Hey (your name),” Nasir sweetly said. 

You blush and chuckle. “Hey you. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of you saying my real name.” 

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of your laugh either. How was the drive?” 

“It was fine,” You say. “I’m glad I got home before the skies opened up. People drive like crazy in the rain.” 

“Yeah,” He said. “People are just so reckless because they’re always in a hurry.” 

You yawn. “Exactly.” 

“I know I said I want you to call me when you get home each day you work, but if you’re ever too tired, don’t feel like you’re forced to do it.” 

Your heart stops to a halt, and you swallow. “Oh, so you don’t want me to call you?” 

“No no no, it’s not that! I just-” Nasir pauses and sighs. “I don’t wanna pressure you into doing anything that might be...too much trouble, you know? We both have tiring jobs so, I just want something that works out for everyone.” 

You smile as you think of something. “What if....instead of phone calls, I can send a text to you with my picture confirming I’m okay and safe? It’s not just a wordy text that any kidnapper could send to you using my phone.” 

Nasir chuckles. “Kidnappers?” 

“Yeah!” You blush as you joke. “With a picture of my smiling face, you can tell if I’m all good or in a pickle, so to speak!” 

You swear you could hear Nasir dreamily sigh on the other end of the phone line. “Well, it would be nice to have more pictures of you without me ruining the shot....” 

“Hey!” You say. “We look great together in pictures, when we’re able to hang out that is. Speaking of that, how’s your new investigation been going?” 

“Heh, it’s going.” Nasir says. “It’s just so time-consuming though. But don’t worry, I have plans for us when I’m actually off!” 

“Well,” You smile, rubbing the back of your neck. “It HAS been a while since you stopped in for a pie....” 

“I can come in after work next Tuesday! I’ll even come out of uniform and surprise you.” 

“Hang on, let me check my calendar!” You mute your phone so that you can jump in the air happily, pumping your fists. You couldn’t wait to see him! You unmute him. “Well, I’ve got no pizza meetings or family dinners or anything like that, so consider it good!” 

“Alright!” Nasir said. “I’ll see you around 9 next Tuesday! Let’s talk tomorrow, okay?” 

“Okay, bye!” As you hang up the phone, you lay in bed, wondering what he’ll order when he comes in. 

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Next Tuesday comes sooner than you know it, and it’s now 8:40. You feel like you broke even with your orders today, and now it’s settling down. You look at your MyPad and check out what your friends are doing on BakedIn. You become so enraptured in what you’re looking at that you don’t hear your front door open. You look up and smile. 

“Hey, didn’t think you’d come so-” 

“Well well well...”  

You look at who the voice belongs to and frown. “Dr. Keh?!” 

It is, indeed, Dr. Keh in the flesh. He looks smugly around your shop. “(Your name). I see your shop hasn’t changed much. Not surprising....” 

You look around as if you are worried. “What are you doing here?” 

He takes out his phone, finds something on it, and places it down in front of you to see. You look with curiosity. “What am I looking at?” 

He sneers at you. “This buffoon says that you are....well, SEEING somebody, as in....dating a specific someone.” 

Your heart pounds in your chest, but you make sure to not let your face show it. “Okay? Someone says I’m dating someone? Why does that affect you?” 

He harshly takes his phone back and shoves it into his pocket. “Nothing, it doesn’t affect me at all. In fact, I congratulate you. I just assumed you would die alone, if your companion skills matched your pizza making skills.” 

You roll your eyes. “You’re just jealous that you’ll never be happy or feel fulfilled unless you cheat at something.” 

Upon hearing this, he chuckles. “It always goes back to that, doesn’t it Ovenist? Hopefully you do not make an excessive amount of excuses with this person you’re dating....whoever they are.” 

“I can do what I want.” You retort. “Last I checked, we weren’t dating, Keh....” 

He gives you an evil smile. “It’s so cute of you to say that, because I KNOW you wish you were dating me. There is no man out there that even compares to me, and you know it....” 

You shrug. “It doesn’t matter. Now, can you please leave? Unless you needed to order something?” 

He laughs. “Yes, just what I’d like, a pizza from a sad, mediocre Ovenist. Sure, I’ll take your House Special.” 

“I highly suggest you take that to go....” 

Neither you nor Keh said that, so you both looked to the front door to see who the voice belonged to. A man with gorgeous red hair, sunglasses and a peacoat jacket holds his detective badge.  

You give a small, but grateful smile. My hero.... 

Keh looks him over, and grunts. “Oh, it’s you, that detective from the Zarena case.” 

Nasir, with his hands now in his pockets, walks up to the front counter where Keh and you are waiting. “I was just coming in to get a pizza and saw you here verbally assaulting this Ovenist for some reason. Why is that?” 

Keh dismisses the detective and pulls out his wallet. “I don’t need to explain myself to you. I’m just here to order something and leave.” 

You ring Keh up for your House Special. “I’ll go make it right now.” 

As you go to make it, you overhear Keh and Nasir talk. 

“Do you really enjoy the pizza from here?” Keh asks with confidence. 

“Yes, I do.” Nasir says.  

“Pfft, your tastebuds must not feel well....” Keh chuckles. 

“Funny, because you just paid for a pizza here.” Nasir says, taking his glasses off to look Keh in the eyes. “So you either secretly enjoy it, or you’re buying a pizza from this establishment for nefarious purposes that are quite familiar....” 

“Ha!” Keh looks at Nasir with amusement. “You really think I need to steal (Your name)’s pizza recipe for my own gain? I’ve got news for you, “detective”. I don’t need to steal anyone’s recipes because my pizza stands out on its own. I have simply turned a new leaf.” 

You put Keh’s pizza in the box and walk out with it. “What’s your new leaf then?” 

He smiles at you. “I’m finally supporting small businesses like yours. I can’t relish in all of the glory, you know. I have to let other Ovenists feel like they’re at least putting in 1/10 of the required effort a Master Ovenist like me puts in every day.” 

You roll your eyes. “Whatever helps you feel better about yourself....” 

He takes his pizza into his hands and starts to walk out, looking back at you. “You’ll want to not have so much focus on your...personal life....if you want to stay afloat while I’m in business. Try not to drown, Ovenist.” He chuckles as he walks out.  

Nasir shakes his head. “I don’t know what’s up with that guy, he’s such a-” 

You cut him off by going up to him in front of the counter and roping him into a big hug and kissing his cheek. “You have such great timing. I thought he was gonna bury me alive.” 

Nasir blushes as you let go. He smiles. “Heh, I’m pretty sure Keh is all bark and no bite at the end of the day.” 

You smile at him. “Regardless, I’m grateful. I’ll surprise you with the toppings, but did you wanna set up a table for us?” 

“Actually,” He says. “I was thinking we could take this pizza and have a night picnic at Havarti Park. I brought some beverages in a cooler and a blanket, plus the weather is nice.” 

“Our usual spot, huh?” You grin. “It’s also pretty....quiet and serene this time of night there as well, isn’t it?” 

Nasir blushes and rubs the back of his head. “Yeah, I-I figured it’d be....nice for us to...catch up and...you know...” 

You smile sweetly seeing Nasir act so shy about your relationship. “I’ll make your pizza and get changed. Be right back!” 

You go to make his pizza with so much happiness as you await what Nasir has planned for you two, completely forgetting about the uninvited guest you had.... 

#good pizza great pizza #gpgp #gpgpfanfiction #nasir amin #nasir x ovenist #dr. michael keh #dr keh #dr keh x reader #dr. keh X reader X nasir #nasir X reader X dr. keh #It's so hard to pick one of them at times #I feel like Nasir is more loyal and marriage material whereas Keh might be an angry one-night stand lol #who would you pick if you were the ovenist? #dr. keh is super jealous in this #Nasir is a protective boyfriend and comes to your rescue hehe

[bangtaninborderland]

𝘗𝘑𝘔: 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘔𝘦

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: Jimin asks for your trust once more and this time you give it to him. Inspired by this video.

Genre: Fluff, angst, minor smut / smut references.

Warnings: smut - angst.

A/N: I really worked so hard on this please share your thoughts, I’m happy to take requests and drabbles based on this couple. Thank you so much for all the love you have shared on the first two chapters, the response was overwhelmingly beautiful I’m so glad 300 of you have enjoyed it enough to like it!

Taglist: @filtrmin @blairtann @parkjiminlovies

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A month had passed since the incident between you and Jimin and despite how scared you felt that night things had been better since. He had been around more as the members finally had a break and for the first time it fell right on your birthday.

For the past week Jimin had been obsessing over it, making sure you got to celebrate it together, every day he would bring you something home. He said your actual gift would arrive the day after your birthday, you’d lost track of how many times he had apologised even though you’d told him it was fine.

In all honesty the best gift was him.

You hear the door close which can only mean one thing, he is home. You rush down the stairs leaving your paperwork all over the desk, that could wait.

“Hey baby.” He chucked wrapping his arms around you, placing a kiss delicately upon your forehead.

“How was practice?” You look up at him through your lashes, even though they had a week off Jimin said they still had to practice at least once just to get the new choreography right.

He brushes a loose hair from your face. “It wasn’t as good as being with you.”

“Okay okay I missed you too.” You release him and make your way to the kitchen.

You hear him pull the chair out as you finish cooking the dinner you had started some hours earlier.

You turn to him only to see his eyes fixed on you making you blush. “Did you eat already?”

“No I thought we could eat dinner together today.” He smiles.

“I tried to make it as healthy as I could just in case.” You explain showing him the vegetables and kimchi you had prepared.

You feel his arms link around your waist as his head rests on your shoulder. “You didn’t have to do that I would have ate anything you made.”

You giggle at the way he grows so clingy, you wouldn’t think he was nearly 28. “I know even on a break you like to try and keep your body perfect. How comes you didn’t eat breakfast this morning?”

“I didn’t want to be late.” He humms.

You knew Jimin which is why you knew he was lying about that.

“Jimin.” You feel his hands fall from your waist as you turn towards him.

“Jagiya.” He winks but his usual distraction methods won’t work this time.

You wave the chopsticks you was using to stir the food at him. “Don’t Jagiya me, why didn’t you eat.”

“You know I can’t gain too much weight on this break.” You watch as his gaze drops to the floor.

“Jimin you won’t gain weight by eating more than one meal daily, you do more cardio than the whole of South Korea put together.” You walk over to him grabbing his hand.

You know how much pressure not only him but all of the members face to be perfect but even so his words still make you feel sorry.

“I see some posts, a lot of posts. They were saying I had gotten fat, that I looked like a chubby kid again. I don’t want army to see me that way, I don’t want people to think like that.”

You place your hands on his face, making him look at you. “You are not fat, you are not Chubby and you are not a kid. Have you ever actually looked at the comments army gives you?”

You watch as he shakes his head and you let out a sigh. “Stay here.”

You head up the stairs, grabbing your phone from the desk you had abandoned earlier. You was going to show him a side of social media he had most likely not taken much notice of.

“What’s that?” He asks pointing to your phone screen.

You blank face him, making him laugh. “Twitter.”

“You use Twitter?” He asks raising an eyebrow as you lean against the counter next to him.

“I use Twitter to see videos of my boyfriend when he gets too busy working hard making millions of people happy.” You correct him.

“Upload a selfie.” You tell him.

He pulls out his phone opening Instagram “Why?”

“I mean on Twitter.” You laugh however that stops as you watch his eyes widen.

“I kind of deleted it, none of the other members post their much either.” He explains.

“I can’t believe you, instagram will do.”

You watch in silence next to him as he uploads a selfie he had sent you days before, you always love that you get to see pictures of him before they get posted, even though everyone knows most things about him you still have that small piece of him that’s only for you.

“Done.” He shows you, you read the caption that read “missing my Ami already.”

“Okay now watch.” You refresh the Twitter app on your phone.

You hand him the phone “Scroll through the timeline.”

He shakes his head before finally accepting and scrolling through. Thousands of people reacting to his newest upload had already started and watch as his face shows a vary of expressions, shocked, happy, confused.

“They really think all these things about me?” He asks looking up at you with tears in his eyes.

“Every single time you post a picture, a live, any content, that’s the way my Twitter looks. There’s always hundreds of these posts called threads that show people’s favourite moments of yours and it’s always about the words you say. The speech you gave “someone in seoul..” do you remember it?” You ask him and he nods.

“Hundreds of people post that and say they are having a bad day but that makes them happy. Your impact on these people go far beyond the way you look.” You watch as small tears stroll down his face, you brushing them away.

“Thank you for showing me this.” He smiles kissing you to which you reciprocate.

“You’re welcome, now let’s eat okay pretty boy?” You ask him making him laugh.

He nods at you, his eyes flicking down to your phone screen once more. You turn back to him as he calls your name.

“Why are they saying I probably have the prettiest cock?” He asks, making your face go red.

You rush to grab the phone from him but he holds it above your head and continues scrolling reading out the comments.

“Jimin looks so good Id let him use me.” “Jimin could just look at me and I’d orgasm.” “I’d throw myself in front of a bus to have jimin touch me once.” “Waking up to jimin must be the most amazing thing ever.” “Jimin knows he is going to drive us all insane.”

“Stop it.” You whine reaching for the phone.

You’re thankful when he stops teasing and hands it back to you. “So those are the kind of posts you read when you miss me?” He asks in your ear.

“N-no.” You stutter, his body pressing against yours.

“Do I have the prettiest cock?” He asks, his shyness gone.

“Well..” you whisper.

You squeal as he lifts you up and places you on the counter surprising you. “I said do I have the prettiest cock or should I get it out and make you tell me?”

“You know you do.” You mumble, trying to hide your embarrassment.

“Good girl, next time don’t make me ask twice.” He wraps his hand around your neck as he kisses you roughly.

You can’t help but widen your legs allowing him to press himself against you.

“Jimin” you moan into his mouth.

He humms back too focused on kissing you.

“I want you.” You moan.

You watch as he pulls back, the hand around your neck loosening, falling to your lap instead. You push your hips up, your need for his touch becoming overwhelming.

He rubs his thumb over your pussy through your pants. You curse yourself for wearing sweats. “Let’s go to the room.” You whisper trying to pull him closer to you.

“Not yet baby.” He shakes his head his hand pulling away. “We both need to eat and it’s your birthday tomorrow.”

“You can be my gift.” You pout at him.

He runs his thumb over your lips. “Good girls don’t huff. Go clean up I’ll finish dinner.”

You want to roll your eyes at him but by now you know butter so with a sigh you jump off the counter and head to the bathroom.

You didn’t have a lot of time before dinner was cooked which meant having a bubble bath was out of the option so you settled for a shower. You didn’t realise how badly you needed one until the warm water trickled down your skin relaxing your muscles.

As comforting as it was you didn’t want to make jimin wait, you quickly washed yourself and your hair before hopping out and wrapping a towel around you, as always jimin had forgotten to hang the robes back up so you was forced to run across the apartment into your bedroom.

Jimins voice was faint but you could hear him talking on the phone, you never knew if it was business or personal and you never wanted to invade his privacy so you ignored it and continued getting dressed.

After throwing on one of his shirts and a pair of your shorts you headed back downstairs, you had hoped he would have finished with his call by now but he hadn’t so you waited in the hall, hoping not to disturb him.

As much as you had learned to ignore his calls you couldn’t help but pick up a few words, he didn’t sound happy.

“-I’m not lying to her.” Jimins voice shouted in a hush.

Only now did you wish you could hear the other person.

He sighed.“I get that but I’m doing this for her.”

“She won’t think of it as lying she thinks we was rehearing Hyung.” So he was talking to one of the members and he lied about being at rehearsal.

“I don’t want her to hear me I’ll call you when she goes to sleep, I don’t want her to have any idea.” You hear him hang up the phone and you quickly hide being the door as you see his head turning.

You leave it a few seconds before entering the room, not wanting to make it obvious that you had heard his call.

“Hey you.” You mumble taking a seat at the table.

You watch as he carries over the pot of food you had made. He places it in front of you with a smile as he hands you a bowl. “How was your shower?”

“It was okay.” You mumble, filling your bowl.

You see him sit down opposite you out of the corner of your eyes “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, so what was you rehearsing today?” You asked him, forcing a smile.

You watched as his hands froze for a second before he shook his head, adding more kimchi to his plate. “We practiced the choreography for idol. It has been a whilst since we did it last.”

“You only practiced one song in five hours?” You knew you had to fix your tone before you gave away that you had heard his call.

“You know what Namjoon Hyung and Jin Hyung are like, besides Jungkook kept making us laugh, we practiced Dionysus and Yet to come too. What did you do today?” He smiles at you picking up his chopsticks.

You noticed he changed the conversation but you let it go, you wanted to ask him what was really on your mind but you didn’t want to give him the wrong idea.

“I worked on some things, filled in some paperwork and sent some emails. I had a call from your eomma she asked if we would visit her soon so I told her that we could go on your next weekend off if that’s okay?” You look up at him but you see he isn’t focused on what your saying as his eyes are fixed to his phone screen.

“Uh yeah that sounds great.” You watch as his phone rings.

“I’ll be back in a moment finish eating.” He said tucking his chair in as he walks towards the stairs.

You watch him run up them only hearing him say hello to whoever was calling, your appetite had long gone so you tidied up your food and cleaned your plate. The sun hadn’t set completely yet so you decided to make the most of it and go for a walk.

“Jimin?” You call out but you get no response.

You groan but begin making your way up the stairs but the words you hear make you stop. Your heart drops and you feel the food you just ate coming back up. “She won’t be my girlfriend anymore.”

You silently run back down the stairs, you grab your phone and your shoes and head outside, Closing the door behind you silently.

You send jimin a text so he doesn’t worry, not that it matters if he is planning to break up with you.

To: jiminie.

“I’m going for a walk, didn’t want to interrupt. Be home soon 💜”

You attached his usual heart emoji so he didn’t think anything would be wrong but you cried as you pushed send, your heart aching at the thought of being without jimin.

You didn’t actually know where to go. You didn’t want to walk around and cry, you had friends but they weren’t the kind of friends you talked to about these things, you never shared much of yours and jimins relationship to anyone out of fear they would sell the information so there was only one person you could talk to. One person you trusted.

You searched for the number not hesitating to call. It took a few rings for him to pick up but you suddenly didn’t feel alone anymore once you heard his voice.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, you could tell he was sleeping from his rough voice.

“Yoongs I need to talk but you can’t tell Jimin.” You explain.

“You want me to pick you up?” He asked making you smile.

“Yes, I’m near Jimins apartment.” You direct him.

You hear him open his door. “I’ll be there soon, go wait at the coffee shop.”

“Okay.” You don’t wait around as the phone call ends.

There was one coffee shop in the whole of seoul that you and the members could go to and be in privacy, an old lady owned it and it was run by her grandson, when you and jimin had first gone the woman had noticed him and had asked if he would like to eat inside. He declined for obvious reasons but she shushed him, she showed you a back room, a small room with a view of a lake nearby, there was windows but no one was able to see.

Slowly it became safe place for you all, whenever you would go she would take you to the back room and eventually her grandson did the same thing, neither of them ever asked for a picture or a autograph and no one ever knew you was there, one time a flood damaged the building so Jimin paid to have it fixed. Anonymously of course but she knew who it came from and she had always been grateful, giving you free sandwiches every time you went.

It didn’t take you long to reach the building but you was grateful when you did, the homely smell filling your nose.

“It’s lovely to see you!” She embraces you quickly guiding you through to the back room, you wasn’t an idol but she made you feel just as important.

You hugged her back. “Ajumma, how have you been?”

“I’m fine! I’m fine don’t worry about me, how are you? How is everyone it’s been weeks since I see any of you!” She flaps her hand at you, taking the seat opposite.

“We haven’t had much time Jimin has been busy at work and so have I. I feel bad for not coming by more.” You smile at her.

“Don’t you worry, we all get a little busy sometimes. What can I get you ?” She asks, patting your head lightly.

“Two coffees and maybe a tangerine or maybe five tangerines.. if you have any?” You ask her earning a laugh.

“Ah mister Min will be coming, I’ll bring them right out for you. I’ll let him know you’re here!”

“Thank you.” She smiles as she opens the door and you bow to her.

You always missed your eomma, you hadn’t seen her much since moving to Seoul it made you often feel like a bad daughter but you’d send money home whenever you could.

Your phone buzzed but you didn’t bother looking, you knew it would be Jimin. You watched out the window as you waited for Yoongi, jimins words were running though your mind no matter how hard you tried to think about something else.

You felt a hand touch your shoulder making you jump, you had grown so focused you didn’t hear the door open.

“It’s just me.” Yoongi calms you down.

You stand up and give him a hug. “You scared me”

“I could tell.” He mumbles pulling away. He wasn’t always a fan of physical attention but he always had a soft spot for you wether he admitted it or not.

You watch as he pulls out the seat next to you, his eyes watching the world go by out the window. “It’s beautiful isn’t it?”

You nod as he looks to you, “so what happened?”

You always found it easy to talk to yoongi, Jimin was close with all the members and in a way you was too but you had grown a true friendship with yoongi, not one based off the fact you was Jimins girlfriend but because you see him as another ordinary being so you had grown to become fond of his bluntness and you appreciated that.

“I think Jimin is going to break up with me.” You state, you watch as his eyes widen and his mouth open his face falling into that classic confused look you’d see in a bad comedy movie.

Before he could respond the door opened.

“Ajumma let me help you.” You mumbled rushing to take the coffees from her.

“Aish go and sit down im not that old.” She waves her hand at you as you place the coffees on the table in front of Yoongi.

“Ah Suga.” She smiles at Yoongi and he laughs.

“Ajumma you can call me Yoongi” he bows to her, accepting the bowl of tangerines she hands him.

“You know I like to have a laugh with you, how are you? How is your family?” She asks patting his shoulder.

“They and I are okay. I went home this weekend to visit them, they said the next time they are in Seoul they will come by to thank you for taking care of their son.”

You watch as her small smile grows into a grin. “I am happy to take care of you all. I have to get back to work now but you two just let me know if you need anything, say goodbye before you leave.”

“Thank you.” She smiles at you both as she leaves.

“You asked her for tangerines?” He asks picking one from the bowl.

You smile. “You have an unhealthy obsession over them.”

“They are good for you.” He groans peeling the skin off.

“Yeah and so is the gym but I can’t remember the last time you went.” You can’t help laughing but it doesn’t lasts long as Yoongi gives you a look that shuts you up.

He rolls his eyes before flashing you his gummy smile, he always knew how to make you feel better. “So why do you think Jimin is going to break up with you.”

“I know he is.” You huffed stirring the coffee.

“That still doesn’t tell me why you “know” he will.”

“Because Yoongi I heard him tell someone on the phone that I won’t be his girlfriend anymore, I heard him again on another call say that he wasn’t lying to me. So maybe I figured it out.” Your voice sounds angry but inside you’re just hurt.

“Look you can’t assume something so big from hearing one sentence, you should talk to him because as much as I can sit here and tell you what I think none of it may be the reality.” That was another reason you liked talking to yoongi, he had the best advice.

“I can’t do that, I can’t face him yet I’ll just cry and you know how he gets when I’m crying.” You explain taking a sip of coffee.

You almost want to laugh when you realise Yoongi had already ate three of the tangerines. Even in his most wise moments he was in love with the fruits.

“The longer you wait the worse it will be, you could always ask someone who Jimin talks to.” He looks down to your phone and your eyebrows frown.

“That’s why I called you.”

“I mean someone who he talks to about this kind of stuff.” You watch as he pulls his phone out of his pocket. He hands it to you after dialling a number and you bring it to your ear.

“Hello?” You mumble unsure of who Yoongi called.

“Long time no see.” You scoffed at the voice. Of course it would be him.

“You know you can’t see me right so what you just said is completely wrong but yes it’s been a long time.”

You hear him laugh. “How can I help.”

“I feel a little awkward asking this but is Jimin going to break up with me?” You whisper the last few words, afraid of sounding ridiculous.

You want to throw the phone when you hear his laughter burst out uncontrollably. “Jimin would never do that. Did you hit your head?”

You laugh at his tone, he always made you smile. “I heard him talking on the phone about it, I’m not delusional I promise.”

“I think you should talk to Jiminah about it, you know the talks we have I don’t share. If you want my advice you don’t have to worry.” He explained.

You understood the position he was in, he had to put his friendship with Jimin first and that’s something you would never ask him to not do. Even if it meant you being clueless and hurt.

“Thank you hobi and for making me smile”

“You’re welcome. That’s why I’m everyone’s hope.” He hangs up a few seconds later and you hand Yoongi his phone back.

“So feel any better?” He asks placing his coffee cup back on the table.

“Not really but I shouldn’t have jumped to this conclusion so fast. I should go home and talk to him.” You mumble the words hoping that he doesn’t hear them but when he smiles and stands up you know he has.

“I’ll take you home.” He looks out the window on the door and he turns back to you.

“I can’t go out there.”

Maybe being with Jimin had you familiar with his tone but you knew what that meant. You walked over to the window and looked out of it.

“Why is it so busy out there?” You ask, turning back to him.

“I don’t know, it seems like something is happening.” He explains his head peking out of the window.

“Let me go check.” You smile at him, although he couldn’t risk being in such a busy place alone you could.

“Ajumma!” You shout through the crowd but you had no response, you couldn’t see Daesong around anywhere either.

You looked around a little more before finally finding Da-som crouched behind the counter.

“Ajumma what happened why is it so busy in here?” You ask, watching her hands try to fix the light in the display cabinet.

“A tourist groups bus broke down they found the cafe and wanted to wait here until they could get some help. Here you and mister Min should go out the back door, just leave the keys in the flowerpot outside.” She hands you a set of keys, pointing out the one for the door.

“Is there anything I can help with before we go?” You ask worried about the older lady.

“Don’t worry I’ll be fine you go on about your day if anything the extra custom will help me.” She smiles shooing you away with her hand.

“Okay have a good day and stay healthy, thank you for everything Ajumma.” You wave to her and walk back into the room where yoongi was waiting taking pictures by the window.

“Oh look at your selca king.” You laugh waving the keys at him.

“I promised army I would post more but it’s hard, I think they will like the site.” He smiles pushing his phone into his pocket.

“Yeah yeah whatever you say you love taking selcas and then you don’t post them. Let’s go out the back.” You sigh unlocking the second door.

“Did you find out why it was so busy?” He asks, pulling his face mask up and his hat down.

“A tourist bus broke down so they came here.” You explained.

Once you was outside you follow the instructions given to you and placed the keys inside the flower pot next to the door.

You walked a few steps behind Yoongi as always. If any fans or paparazzi found him that way you could make it seem like you was just another passer by. The boys had told you time and time again you didn’t always have to be like that but you couldn’t explain how bad you would feel if you became the reason that they ended up facing some bad media. The dispatch deal helped but it didn’t stop everything.

You made sure to look around you before entering Yoongis car, thankfully no one see you meaning neither of you would be front page on some trashy media site.

“So I’m taking you home?” He asks, adjusting his mirror.

You sigh, nodding. “I guess so.”

“You need to talk to him.” He reminds you, not that you needed it.

“Home it is.” You confirm.

You listen as he connects his phone to the car, it was a short drive but you both welcomed the music.

“Is this you?” You ask turning the sound up a little more.

“Yeah I guess it is.” He laughs.

“What’s it called?” You ask, Jimin hasn’t played this song for you before.

“People .” He laughs.

“I like it. How comes I’ve never heard it before. ”

“Thank you. Ask Jimin.” He smiles at you and you roll your eyes.

“I already have too much to ask him.” You hit his arm laughing.

“Can I ask you something?” He asks, his eyes fixed on the road.

You hum in agreement.

“Why did you call me instead of talking to Jimin straight away.”

You thought for a minuet, the question was unexpected. “I think I always find myself calling you because I know you’ll be honest. You’ve never lied to me, never broken a promise, if I ask you how something looks you’ll tell me if it’s good or bad but you’re still aware of emotions. You’re insightful.”

“Wow, you sure you don’t want to write a poem about me?” He laughs and you hit his arm again.

“Aish! Do you want me to crash? I will you know.” He waves his hand at you which you slap away.

“Go for it, it’s not my car.” You side eye him and he forever a scowl at you.

You had been laughing so much with Yoongi you hadn’t realised that he had entered to parking lot for Jimins apartment. It was only then that the butterflies fled your stomach, your mind and heart racing.

“Hey you can do this, I’m just one call away.” Yoongi nods at you.

“Thank you for being there for me today.” You smile at him before closing his car door behind you.

“If I can help I will.” He smiles through the window.

You wave to him as he drives off, you begin your slow walk back to the apartment.

After choosing to take the stairs and going up them slower than you ever thought humanly possible you arrived at the front door, you reluctantly pressed the key pad.

You was hoping the ground would open up and eat you but it didn’t so you slowly pushed the door open. You didn’t have any time to prepare yourself as you see Jimin laying on the couch.

“You’re home.” He smiles walking over to you, his arms wrapping around you, his familiar scent filling your nose.

The arms that once felt safe to you became more like a weight with every passing second.

“I heard your call.” You blurted out, the words unprepared.

“What?” Jimin steps back, his eyes roaming over your face.

“I heard what you said about me Jimin, that i won’t be your girlfriend anymore.” Your eyes fall to the floor, you didn’t want him to see the tears already forming.

“You.. I.. just I need to explain okay?” He asks, his hand rubbing your arm.

For the first time every you shrug his arm off, you look up only to see his face filled with hurt. “Are you going to break up with me?”

“I would never do that!” He shakes his head.

“Then why did you say that I wouldn’t be your girlfriend anymore?” You ask, the tears slipping down your face and no matter how much you wanted to look away you couldn’t.

“Because I don’t want you to be my girlfriend.”

You swear your heart breaks at that moment. Time stops and for a few second you guarantee your breath does too. You don’t say anything, you don’t even look at him. You begin walking to the stairs, the idea of packing everything and leaving solidified in your mind but before you could take a step his voice fills your ears.

“I want you to be my wife.”

#park jimin smut #jimin drabble #jimin fluff #park jimin #jimin #jimin headcanons #jimin x reader #jimin smut #jimin jungkook #rm bts #bts smut #bts jimin #bts x reader #bts ot7 #ot7 x reader #jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #yoongi drabble #min yoongi #bts suga #jimin angst #jimin x y/n #jimin x oc #jimin x yoongi #bts fluff #bts angst #bts hobi #taehyung #bts fanfic #jimin fanfic

[itsamenickname]

Okay, so do you guys remember how I talked about how both @jelixpo and @deckof-dragons/@anomander-dragnipurake inspired me to write my story, To Break the Bonds Within Two Kingdoms back in the Ao3 chapter 11 notes?

Well, what if I told you that there was another Bowuigi story idea I had in mind while brainstorming TBTBWTK?

That's right, what you are about to read is another rough Bowuigi story idea I had that actually originated back in late April-early May 2022 (right around the same time TBTBWTK was first born). While I ended up choosing TBTBWTK to flesh out and actively work on, I felt bad for keeping this WIP hidden within my computer files for almost an entire year (okay, I kind of told one person about this idea back in mid-November 2022, but it wasn't to the extent of what you're about to see).

And since the Mario movie is coming out today, I thought what better way to celebrate the momentous occasion than by sharing this fun little Bowuigi story idea? :)

Also, before I forget, if anyone wants to do something with this idea, then by all means go for it. (Just let me know if you have done something with the idea so that I can see it.) :) As I just mentioned, this was something I've thought of back in early-mid 2022, but because I want to not only finish TBTBWTK, but also work on a second (and bigger) Bowuigi story after TBTBWTK is done, I figured that it would be better to at least share this rough WIP/idea than to leave it in my computer files for no one else but myself to see.

Anyway, I apologize in advance for the extremely long post (and for any grammatical errors), but I hope you guys like the idea all the same! :D

(Adding a cut here to help make this post shorter.)

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Okay, so imagine a time in the Mushroom Kingdom where Bowser is living a good life. He and Peach recently signed a peace treaty together (and by recently, I mean like 1 month ago), not to mention that he's been dating Luigi for about 6 months now and has never been happier (per Luigi's request, they are keeping their relationship a secret which Bowser doesn't mind at all).

But on one mysterious night in the Dark Lands, Jerry (yes, the same Jerry from TBTBWTK) informs Bowser that he has a surprise visitor waiting for him in the throne room. Well, this didn't make much sense to the Koopa King. If it was Luigi, Mario, or even Peach, Jerry would've explicitly told him, but the fact that the Hammer Bro. not only refused to elaborate about the visitor, but also seemed kind of hesitant and nervous when Bowser asked for more info about the said mysterious visitor? That just seemed really weird to Bowser.

And oh boy was he right when he stepped into the throne room and saw the one and only King Boo.

Now, even though Bowser wanted nothing more than to kick the ghost king out of his kingdom, Luigi's kindness actually rubbed off on him just enough to where he instead angrily asked King Boo why the hell he's here. When Luigi talked to E. Gadd last month, the professor said that the ghost king was still trapped in that canister from the adventure of The Last Resort, so it didn't make much sense that the ghost king who he thought was trapped is floating right in front of him.

So King Boo explains to Bowser about his new plan. He rants on and on about how he is just so sick and tired of getting defeated and captured over and over again, so King Boo devised a new plan. He figures out that the best way to defeat the Mario Bros. (especially Luigi) and take over the Mushroom Kingdom/rest of the world is by teaming up with Bowser. Sure, King Boo understands that Bowser may not have a good track record when it comes to defeating Mario, but he figured that as long as Bowser distracts Mario and Peach just long enough, King Boo could use that stall to trap Luigi in a painting.

Bowser, of course, shoots down the idea. He explains to King Boo how he just recently signed a peace treaty with Peach and he doesn't want to do anything that would break Mario, Peach, and especially Luigi's trust (although he doesn't mention Luigi to King Boo). And even if he and Peach hadn't signed a peace treaty, he has very well learned from his past mistakes and knows deep down that Mario and Luigi can, and will, easily defeat both of them.

But before Bowser can leave the throne room, King Boo manages to stop him in his tracks by explaining how he knows that he and Luigi are dating.

King Boo also blackmails Bowser by saying that if Bowser doesn't agree to team up with him, he won't hesitate to posses Bowser and force him to kill Luigi with his own hands.

As much as Bowser wanted to call on King Boo's bluff, he's inwardly really scared to. If King Boo was making threats to him, Mario, Peach, or anyone else (should point out that the Koopalings & Jr. don't exist in this timeline, but I'll leave that up to reader's discretion), Bowser wouldn't care about the idea of King Boo possessing him. But King Boo was making an indirect threat to Luigi, the one person Bowser would not hesitate to lay his life down for. If anything were to happen to the love of his life, it would kill the Koopa King (no matter if it was his fault or not).

So Bowser grudgingly agrees to King Boo's plan as the ghost king is excited to finally set his plan into motion. But before he forgets, King Boo mentions one little important thing:

This new alliance they have has to be a secret. No one, not even Kamek and Kammy, can know about it. Everyone has to believe that whatever is about to happen is Bowser's ideas and his ideas alone.

And if anyone finds out about their alliance/plan on their own (or if Bowser tells anyone about their plan), King Boo will kill Luigi himself and force Mario and Bowser to watch.

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So time skip to around 2 weeks later where Bowser has caused so many problems to the MK to the point to where Peach is sick of it. She sets up a royal meeting with herself, Mario, Luigi, Toadsworth, and the royal court about what they should do with Bowser. The royal court is honestly spilt on either declaring war on the Dark Lands (they have a justifiable reason to declare war because Bowser has broke parts of the peace treaty) or try to reach out to Bowser and meet with him peacefully.

Eventually, the arguments get so stressful and out of hand that Peach gets mad (and I mean really fucking mad) and orders the royal court to let her, Mario and Luigi discuss this in private. While the royal court (especially Toadsworth) are hesitant on this, they eventually follow her orders and leave the brothers and Peach alone in the room. When it's finally just the three of them, Peach just takes this time to calm down and take a few deep breaths (which Mario and Luigi don't mind and allow her to take as much time as she needs).

Once she is really to talk about it again, she explains to Mario and Luigi how she is kind of dead set on declaring war on the Dark Lands. As a few Toads pointed out earlier in the meeting, Bowser broke parts of the peace treaty, not to mentioned that she had actually privately reached out to him on multiple occasions, but has never received as response back.

Now Luigi (who had been mostly quiet throughout the entire meeting due to his anxiety and his tough decision on whether to stand by Peach or Bowser's side) tries to defend Bowser by explaining how both the MK and the Dark Lands had worked on the peace treaty for almost 3 months (not to mention that they've officially signed it last month) and theorizes that there has to be a reason that Bowser is causing so much trouble that they don't know about. Luigi begs Peach to give him time to talk to Bowser before she decides to declare war on Bowser's kingdom.

Now here, I should point out that both Peach and Mario know that Luigi and Bowser are friends, but they don't know that they're dating. So obviously, when Luigi begs Peach to let him talk to Bowser, Mario (being the protective older big brother that he is) hates the idea. He still doesn't trust Bowser and is afraid that allowing Luigi to talk to Bowser (especially right now) will ultimately get his little brother hurt or worse, killed (it would destroy Mario if anything happened to Luigi).

But despite Mario's protests, Peach makes a deal with Luigi: He has one week to talk to Bowser and make him change his ways. If Luigi succeeds, then she won't declare war on the Dark Lands. However, if he fails, Peach will declare the treaty null and void and declare war on Bowser's kingdom.

So over the course of the next 5 days, Luigi tries to reach out to Bowser in multiple ways. He tries to write him letters, meet at their usual spot on the usual days they hang out together, little things like that. However, none of his ideas work. Now, that's not to say that Bowser hadn't received Luigi's letters. In fact, Bowser has actually received every single one of his boyfriend's letters (at one instance, Bowser started to tear up as he carefully touched Luigi's handwriting, which led to King Boo taunting him on whether he should respond to Luigi's letter or not.), but...Bowser is honestly scared. He wants to tell Luigi that he hates doing what he's doing, he wants to tell Luigi about King Boo's ultimate plan to take over the MK and the rest of the world, but...he can't. He doesn't want to put Luigi in any form of danger, so he figured that the best way to keep Luigi safe is by completely shutting him out.

But that kind of backfires on Bowser because on the afternoon of the 6th day, Luigi gets a new idea.

He gets the idea to sneak over to Bowser's Castle (without Mario, Peach, or anyone else knowing) and talk to Bowser face-to-face (for the first time since Bowser's alliance with King Boo) in hopes of forcing his boyfriend to talk about why he's doing all of these bad things.

But as for what happens when Luigi finally arrives at Bowser's Castle?

Well, I'll leave that up to you. ;)

#luigi #luigi nintendo #bowser #bowser nintendo #bowuigi #bowser x luigi #mario #mario nintendo #princess peach #princess peach nintendo #mareach #mario x peach #king boo #Jerry the Hammer Brother #super mario #super mario bros #mario fanfic #mario fanfic idea #secret alliance #The Secret Alliance: A Bowuigi Story #fuck man this took me like 2-3 hours to flesh out this entire post #but it's 100% worth it because this is a fun and cool idea that I wanted to share with all of you :) #should also point out that King Boo is still a fucking dick #I mean granted he's not as much of a dick as he is in TBTBWTK but he would still be an enormous bastard who deserves to burn in hell #especially when y'all find out what exactly I had in mind after Luigi arrives at Bowser's castle #if enough people are interested I'll reblog this with my version of the ending of this idea #hell if you want to ask me I'll be happy to tell you what I think happens after Luigi arrives at Bowser's castle

[audiopendent999]

Day 9/100

I haven't been doing the best at keeping up with these posts, I'll admit! I've got late Valentine's plans I made with my partner, and I've been trying to put everything together since they're out of state.

My professor told me she enjoyed reading my essay, which honestly blew my mind. It was a nice ego boost, but I didn't remember what I wrote so I went back to re-read it.

Here's something that stood out:

When I think about my future, I think of the children I will help and how I want to be the kind of professional I needed at their age.

Suffice to say that it was good to be reminded why I'm doing this :)

Anyways, besides that I finished and revised two essays before turning them in, and planned out my month + week. I'm giving myself tomorrow off, and making baguettes!!

Today's song: I think it might've been inspired by Toby Fox's "Your best nightmare", but it's hard to tell.

#college #motivation #100 days of productivity #music #alternative #study blog #studyblr #messy desk

[panjakes]

Hello again! Can I please request another Ahn hyo-seop x female Ghanaian reader? Thank you.

(Fun fact(or not) when I was looking for pictures of Hyeoseop, when I scrolled down on the one on the left there were only pictures of black women under them✊🏽✨)

It was culture day at the office. You for an advertisement company. You enjoyed it, really you did, but it kind of operated like a high schools “spirt week”.

Every other month, a flyer was posted and there was something for everyday of the week.

Monday-Pattern day: wear plaid, strips, zigzag, etc

Tuesday-Disney day: wear something Disney inspired

Wednesday-Hat Day: Wear a hat of your choice

Thursday-Collage day: wear and support your favorite collage

Friday:Culture day: wear something from your collage

Today was Friday, and as the proud Ghanaian women you were, you got dressed in your best. Doing your hair and makeup. Just as you slid on your dress(example).

As you were applying your lipgloss Hyeoseop woke up walking into the walk in closet looking for you. He stops in his tracks seeing you at your vanity

He looks you up and down before walking over to you

“Goodmorning baby how’d you sleep?” You asks

“Fine. Where are you going?” He asks making you laugh

“Work” you say chuckling. You stand up from the vanity chair causing his jaw to drop

“Dressed like that!?” He asks making you frown

“What’s wrong with I have on?” He asks

“N-nothing your just…beautiful! How come you don’t dress like this when I take you out?” He asks making you chuckle

“Uh I don’t know” you say shrugging

He walks over to you pulling you in by the waist

“You get off work early today right?” He asks

“Yes, why?” You asks

“Cause we’re going out. You look to amazing to just go to work for four hours” he says making you laugh

“And where are we going?” You asks

“I don’t know yet, but I’m picking you up so you better get going before I make you late” he says smirking

“Oh really?” You say returning the smirk

“Yes really” he says bitting his lip at you

This wasn’t his first time seeing you in your cultural clothes but it had been a while since he had seen you like this

“Which shoes?” You ask holding up a pair of white and black heels

Hyeoseop looks at the two pair of shoes before pointing to the white ones. You look at them then him before nodding

“You dear husband have taste” you say expecting him to pick the black ones

“Thank you my darling wife” he says winking at you. You chuckle before hitting his arm

“I do not have time to play with you, messing around with you I’ll be late for work” Yn says walking past him to get her purse

“Don’t forget! I’m coming to get you!” He shouts

“I won’t!” You shout before walking out the door

“Ms.yn, your husband is in your office”

You look up at the clock. You didn’t clock out until 30 minutes he just couldn’t wait. You nod thanking the girl. You finish your copy’s and head back to your office

“You just couldn’t wait huh?” You ask opening the door

“I could. I just didn’t want to. I’m a very patient” he says making you scoff

“Patient my ass. Your a lot of things but patient isn’t in your pedigree” you say making his laugh

You peek over at his choice of clothing. A suit. He looked good enough to make you drool. But he’d never know that

“A suit? Where are we going?” You ask

“Somewhere fancy! You look to good to go to work and back home” he says getting up from your desk to walk over to you placing a kiss on your lips

“Is that so?” You ask

“Yup! Look so good I want to skip lunch and dinner. I want dessert” he says smirking

“Well very patient man, Dessert can wait” you say smirking

“Ah, but I don’t want to wait. We can get to dessert right now” he says running his hands down your curves

You smirking grabbing his hands putting them on your shoulders

“No touching” you say

“Why no touching?” He asks

“Because you don’t know how to just touch. You always want to do something else” you say raising a brow

“You can’t hold that against me…hold your body against me” he jokes. You chuckle pushing him away from you

“You are something else” you say shaking your head

You walk over to your file cabinet,putting the papers you just copied into them. When you turned around there stood Hyeoseop with a big ass bouquet of red and white roses

You smile from ear to ear at him

“Now how much did this cost?” You asks

“Doesn’t matter, my beautiful wife deserves beautiful roses” he says smiling

“Well aren’t you sweet” you say taking them from him

“Not as sweet as you” he says winking at you

You giggle for what had to be the 45th time today. Grabbing your purse,phone and flowers you head over to your door

“Ready for lunch husband?” You asks offering your arm

“Of course I am wife” he says linking his arm with yours.

With linked arms you two walked through the office and took the car where you tried to open the door.

Hyeoseop bumps you with his hip so he could open the door for you

“I just know you aren’t trying to open the door?” He says with a raised brow

“My bad.” You say shrugging

He opens the door still glaring at you

“My bad my ass…get your beautiful ass in the car” he says taking the bouquet of flowers from you. You chuckle sliding into the passenger seat.

He puts the flowers in the backseat before walking over to the drivers side and getting in

“Off to lunch we go!!” You say

“Yeah, just don’t put a hole in my pocket” he says

“Oh baby that’s exactly what I’m going to do! I’m ordering steak, salmon, shrimp!” You say making him sigh

“Ya know…I could go for some salmon too. Good choice baby” he says nodding

“Thank you” you say smiling

And with that you two were off to your fancy restaurant date.

#ambw fic #black reader #ambw #black girls are beautiful #black reader insert #kpop poc #kpop #x black reader #x black!reader #kpop imagines

[sunshinechay]

Current tag meme!!

I was tagged by @neuroticbookworm thank you so much for the tag! :)

Current Time: just about 4:30pm

Current activity: supposedly working but since everything’s running smoothly I am entertaining myself by reading and being on tumblr

Currently thinking about: how boring work is today. Which is a good thing, means I don’t have any (metaphorical) fires to put out.

Current favourite song: nothing immediately came to mind so I checked what song was at the #1 spot on my on repeat playlist on Spotify and the answer was Let’s Try by Khaotung which…yeah that tracks (say what you want about the series itself, this song slaps)

Currently reading: a lot of fanfiction (mostly Kiseki atm) but also the English translation for Manner of Death by Sammon

Currently watching: a couple different thing (also this was a good reminder to update my currently watch list on my pinned post haha)

Kiseki

Twins

Lucky My Love

The Eclipse (ever so slowly my life has been hectic lately)

Since Venus in the Sky is over I’m going to try and finish that as well

Plus just a ton that is going to be premiering this month

Current favourite character:

Is it really a surprise? Haha two of my fav tropes in any romance is pinning and angst (with a happy ending) and like Ai Di is that in spades!

Honorable mention to this guy though because he is never going to leave my brain

Current WIP: I have the idea for a superpower og story with inspiration from the 7 deadly sins/heavenly virtues but honestly I’m still waiting for my ability to write to come back from the war

Tags: I’m going to tag @talistheintrovert @syrena-del-mar @lukaherehelp @poetry-protest-pornography and anyone else who wants to do it. (Sorry) If you guys have already done it. I’m not sure who has and hasn’t haha

#tag meme #thank you again for the tag #actually remembered to do it #and had the time #haha #this was fun :) #cap does a tag meme #cap speaks

[ahiddenpath]

Life Talk

Tone summary:

Life

I'm lowkey a wreck???? Is that a thing? I think you know what I mean. I get up and do the things, but emotionally everything is like AHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

First World Problems

So I've been saving for a bathroom reno for... I don't even know how long, years and years. We have a sum that I thought was pretty substantial??? We went to a showroom and I picked a bunch of stuff I didn't like bc that is what they had. My inspiration for my bathroom is sea glass, and the showroom had neutrals only. Like, the kind of bathroom reno you do to flip a house, but on a much nicer scale.

Anyway, we had y money. Our estimate was y + (y*46%). I mentioned that our estimate made sense about 3 years ago, and the designer said, "Yes, 3 years ago your estimate would be about 6% higher than your budget of y." Meaning there has been a roughly 40% inflation of their services/materials over the last 3 years.

Okay, so like, I get it. I have a home, this is a first world problem. But it also isn't? Because like... What if your pipes burst, and you need to redo your bathroom? Now it's 40% more expensive than it was 3 years ago, through no fault of your own.

It's like everything I was saving for, everything I tried to do... The goal post dramatically leaped in a short timeframe. I'm so frustrated. I'd put it off, but apparently the forecast for this type of goods/services is further unprecedented inflation next year, of course.

I've also spent the whole damned weekend on this, because today, my husband made a 3D model of our bathroom, and I picked stuff I actually like. So like- I haven't done any chores or creative stuff or relaxing. My husband just asked me to get on a call with our two closest friends from out of state to plan a meet up, and I just about burst into tears. I just can't handle more mental load. I don't want to be the person who turns down doing things (that I can reasonably afford) because I'm so overwhelmed, but that's where I am.

Work

It's weird because lately, work has been... A bit better? I take lunches. I leave on time, or even half an hour early. But I'm so beyond burnt out from those few months where I worked closely with someone and did my work plus half of his, or more.

This is a weird thing to say, I know, but I had an epiphany when I was talking to my hairdresser yesterday, lmao! I was telling her all the stuff I did this year at work, and she was like- um, that sounds like a lot? Like really amazing?

And it's true. This year, I generated a type of protein that no one in my company has been able to make. I closed out a project my senior has been trying to do for almost the whole year- I did it in two weeks. I've been taking on and wrapping up lingering projects, all of which I had no clue how to do. My boss calls me The Closer.

And through all of this, I've felt like an underperforming idiot, because I didn't know the skills needed for anything and I struggled and asked a million qs and was anxious all the time. But the people who did have the skills and background couldn't (wouldn't?) do it, and I did.

The place itself is still a massive dumpster fire of chaos. But I'm doing well, except... I'm always given tasks I don't know how to do, and often, no one in my group knows, either. It's all brand new stuff or finishing stuff other people couldn't get done. That is so much extra mental load and stress compared to doing tasks I know how to do.

Creative Life

I've been doing Nanowrimo. Until yesterday, I was doing and feeling great. I wrote all of 83 words yesterday, and 0 so far today, lmao! I'll... try.

I still feel weird/unsure about sharing my work. I'm trying not to focus on that, and instead focus on enjoying creating. Right now, I'm really overwhelmed in general, though.

Fearing for the Future

I'm at the age where if I want to have biological kids, it's uhhhh it's at that "clock is ticking" point. But I'm barely handling myself as I am, without a kid, and stuff keeps getting wildly more expensive. I try to remind myself that I have an anxiety disorder, so my fears are augmented, but...

It really feels like, at this moment, this world isn't fit to bring a kid into. It feels like a lot of the stuff considered normal for a middle class person like twenty years ago is just... Off the table now.

Despair doesn't help anyone, you know? No point languishing on it. But also, uh, it feels very real? I'm sure people think about this a lot lately, so I don't want to catastrophize at length. I guess I'm just sharing that it's on my mind.

I hope you're all well and hanging in there. Please try to take care of yourselves <3

#hidden's life

[mylifeisactuallyamess]

Sami’s fic stash.

A/N: this was inspired by a film I watched on Netflix late one night so I’ll probably never finish it. But I also can’t delete it. I’m posting everything that is in the doc, chapter one is complete, chapter two is nearly complete and the rest is scenes I wrote in advance.

Warnings: this fic is not finished. I am just emptying a Google doc in one go with all I have written for this particular fic. Character death, feels, accident mentions, injuries, funeral and all that comes with it. There is happiness at the beginning and it swiftly goes downhill 🥹

Pairing: Hvitserk x F!Reader

Word Count: 8.5k+

Tagging: @adrille88 @istorkyou

Chapter 1

It was spring. Not too hot and not too cold but the sea breeze still held a chill that had you shiver inside your fleece lined raincoat. You wound the film in your camera taking comfort in the click and whirs of the mechanism before lifting it up to snap another shot.

A lone seagull glided over the choppy waves, feet tucked in close to the soft white body, black wings spread widely and you wondered what it would be like to fly. You adjusted the lens, bringing the bird into focus and clicked the shutter at the perfect moment, hoping these shots were coming out nicely but you wouldn’t know until you got back home.

Winding the film once more you looked up at the clouds that roiled above you. They were a dark grey but the rising sun spilled a fine dusting of yellow ochre light across their heavy bases. You wished you had brought your digital camera to perfectly capture the colours that spread right to the horizon. The sky and the sea met miles away, one tossing and turning and the other soft but holding the promise of misery. Dark bands of rain filtered across your eye line and you debated heading home. The weather could turn on a pin head here, which you’d found out by mistake.

You’d lived in this place for the last six months but already people knew you around the little seaside town. Being a city girl for most of your life you hadn’t been very clued up on certain details but now you were much wiser.

You had better shoes and more appropriate outdoor clothing. The cafe owner, Elena had taken pity on you one rainy day and it sparked a lovely friendship which in turn connected you to her friend Ashe who was the local florist.

Making your way up the hidden path that led you out of the cove and back up the cliff, your mind was already in Elena’s cafe with a hot cup of coffee and a nice slab of cake.

“Hey, doll.” She beamed at you with her characteristic friendly smile. “How’s it looking out there?”

“Like it’s going to rain.”

“What’s new,” she said with a shrug. “Usual?” Nodding you put your camera down and shed your coat to hang it over the chair where you usually sat. Lifting yourself onto the tall stall you peered out into the high street, watching as people set up their shops ready for the day. Tourist season was going to hit soon and you could tell from the influx of new stock that were gracing the window displays.

She placed the coffee and cake before you, a friendly hand resting on your shoulder for a second. She moved back to the main counter needlessly wiping it. “Any plans for today?”

“I should swing by the booth and make sure I don’t need to order anything else before I open it.”

“It’s such a good idea what you’re doing,” she commented. “The tourists are gonna love it.”

“I hope so, my savings are drying up.” Sipping your coffee you watched a man walk down the street. You hadn’t seen him before but you couldn’t really see his face because he was looking down at his feet. He ran a wide hand through his dirty blonde hair, his other firmly shoved in his light coloured trench coat pocket.

“Who’s that?” You asked with a frown. Elena sidled up beside you, peering out of the window she gave a nonchalant shrug.

“No idea. Cute though.”

“There are not enough single men in this place,” you muttered.

“Remind me why you moved here again?” She teased.

“For the legendary coffee and cake!” She rolled her eyes, heading back to the counter when the door opened.

You sat there for an hour, toying with the strap of your camera, snatching conversation with Elena between customers. The grey clouds filled the sky but the rain hadn’t hit yet so you decided now would be a good time to go home. Waving goodbye to Elena and heading out onto the high street.

The street wasn’t long, shops encroached on the small road barely leaving any room for a pavement. Sand lined the groove between the tarmac and the concrete, a sight you wouldn’t see in London unless a sand bag had given up. The wind ripped down the road, the bright coloured wares outside Richard's touristy gift shop all tinkled with warning notes and you debated if you were going to make it home before the heavens opened.

Hitching the camera strap further up your shoulder you stopped to look at the movie list near the door of the cinema. Fletcher didn’t usually get many new movies this time of year but you saw one you hadn’t seen before, a Danish film called ‘Skyggen I Mit Øje’. Glancing up at the sky you made the choice to ride out the weather watching a film instead and you pushed the front door open.

“Fletch?” The plush carpeted foyer looked deserted. You glanced around at the old classic style cinema frowning slightly. “Fletcher?” The sound of your name came from behind the counter before he popped up and cast a beaming smile your way. He was an older man, with a gentle expression and eye wrinkles that creased whenever he saw you.

“What can I do for our resident photographer?”

“Are you showing that new film that’s on the board? The Danish one?” You questioned, pointing over your shoulder.

“Yeah I set it up for a test run. I was going to ring you about it. Wanna watch it for me?”

“Yes! I had nothing else planned today aside from developing these,” you told him, holding up your camera.

“Someone else asked me about the picture you did for me,” he said pointing to the black and white photo you’d taken of the building. “You should do an event and showcase your photos.” You smiled tightly, nodding with a slight hum as you tried not to balk at the idea. Putting your stuff out there filled you with dread and in all honesty, the picture for Fletcher was supposed to be in his house.

“Maybe,” you finally pushed out as he opened the screen door for you.

“I’ll give you a couple of minutes to get settled and then start the film.”

“Thanks, Fletch.” You walked into the empty screen, hearing him greet someone else just before the heavy door swung shut. You plonked yourself in your favourite seat, right in the middle of the room so you had the best view of the screen. While the lights were still on, you quickly snapped a couple of aesthetic shots. Capturing the rows of empty seats, the fold of the red curtains that covered the screen and the fixtures of the old fashioned lights that lined the pillars along the edges.

The door opened and you turned expecting to see Fletcher only to meet the gaze of a stranger. He had a cream trench coat draped over one arm, he was wearing jeans and a grey top with a worn Imagine Dragons band logo splashed across the front. His gaze finally broke away from yours to take in the room, running a hand through his longish dirty blonde hair. You turned back to the front, your eyes involuntarily attracted to the movement of him sitting himself down two rows in front of you. Usually you were here on your own but it was fine, Fletcher needed all the audience he could get. The lights dimmed and you settled down in the comfortable seat ready to enjoy the film.

As soon as the film started you had an issue. There were no subtitles. Sitting up you turned to see if you could see Fletcher and get him to switch them on…if it worked like that, but he wasn’t anywhere to be seen.

“Damn…” it came out a lot louder than you’d anticipated and the stranger glanced round at you. “Sorry!” You whispered, sinking further into your seat fairly sure he’d smirked at you. You watched the film for a few more minutes trying to make sense of it but you couldn’t follow the language at all. The stranger got up with a sigh, grabbing his coat and you felt a pang in your chest that Fletcher had lost a customer.

So it surprised you when he dropped into the seat beside you. At first you tried to ignore him but he leaned in close resulting in you inhaling his scent and a heat crept into your face. You didn’t remember men smelling this good.

“Do you know what they’re saying?” He asked quietly, his heavily accented soft tones breathing into the side of your neck and you swallowed nervously.

“No. I could see if Fletcher has the option for subtitles…”

“No need,” he whispered. “Let me translate.”

“Translate? You can understand Danish?” He scoffed slightly, swiping a thumb along his lips before glancing over at you again.

“I hope so. I am Danish.” For a second you contemplated getting up and leaving to find Fletcher but then you didn’t want to seem rude, so you sat back your shoulder bumping his as he leaned in close again.

You thought it would be annoying to have someone talking all the way through the film but his subtle whispering was not unwanted and you found yourself leaning into him. You did wish you’d done your research on this film, the events that happened tugged so deeply on your heartstrings, the tears streaming down your face.

You lifted your hand and pointed at the screen as the credits started to roll. Words were stuck in your throat and all you could do was gesture weakly for a moment.

“It—can’t end like that!” Your chest heaved and you felt a reassuring squeeze on your other hand. Looking down you saw your fingers entwined with his and you quickly snatched your hand back. “H-how long was I doing that for?” You watched as he circled his wrist, rubbing his hand and flexing his fingers.

“I lost feeling about an hour ago.”

“I’m so sorry. T-thanks for, you know.” Grabbing your camera and jacket you stood. He matched your motion, a breath hitching in the quiet room as you shoved past him. Embarrassment crowded your thoughts and all you could think about was getting out. Thankfully Fletcher was nowhere to be seen as you raced through the foyer only to spill out onto the wet pavement, blinking against the blazing sunshine that hadn’t been there when you’d stepped inside.

A faint “oof” fell from you as you collided with something solid, only for them to grab and stop you from falling over.

“You ok?” A deep voice asked.

“Oh yeah! Geez, I’m sorry!” You gasped, still trying to adjust to the brightness.

“Not everyday a pretty girl throws herself at me,” he joked. A nervous laugh erupted from your chest, looking up into the clear blue eyes that looked down at you.

“Ubbe!” Turning sharply you saw the guy from the cinema and you felt like you were trapped between a rock and hard place.

“I should be going.”

“Wait, wait!” You paused, your body seeming to have a mind of its own at the sound of his insistent cry. He jogged right up to you, running a hand through his hair while he clearly tried to think of something to say. “I’m Hvitserk,” he blurted out. His hand shot forward aggressively and you almost stepped back out of surprise.

“Oh. Hi,” you told him your name, putting your hand in his and trying not to notice the way he dwarfed it. Or how warm his skin felt, or how nice it was to have your hand held, even in a handshake. “Thank you again…”

“Yeah, no problem,” he spoke softly. “I enjoyed whispering in your ear for a couple of hours.” A cocky grin appeared on his face, one that was contagious and you had to grin back. Out in the natural light of the day you could see his eyes were the most glorious colour. Green with gold flecks, blending into a hazel that you wanted to get lost in. Your hand was still in his grip, the pair of you just staring at each other, drinking each other’s features in case you never saw one another again. “You’re a photographer?” He inquired after clearing his throat. The hand you finally released moved as though he was going to pluck your camera strap and then thought better of it.

“Oh! Yeah, I mean I try.”

“My brother is a photographer.”

“Is he any good?” As the question left your mouth you were screaming curses into the void of your mind but Hvitserk’s expression lit up with a mischievous light.

“He seems to think so.” You nodded, not sure how to respond.

“I should…” Taking a step back he got the hint that you wanted to leave, even though you wanted to stay and chat.

“I hope I see you around.”

“That would be nice.” His eyes roamed suggestively down to your lips, his own bottom lip dragged into his mouth and you swear your heart fluttered at the sight. “Oh, nice top by the way.” Hvitserk spread his hands which were now buried in his pockets, opening his coat so you could see the top better. “I really should go.” You said it more for your own benefit than his but he stepped back as well, breaking the heady spell that had engulfed you both for a moment.

The other guy, Ubbe, had been watching the whole interaction with a knowing look on his face, his blue eyes darting between you both.

“Bye.” You didn’t know what else to say. It was like your brain had given up and was letting you fend for yourself. Subconsciously you checked you still had your camera, tapping the device against your leg before walking away.

“Smooth, brother. It was like watching a very slow car crash.”

“Shut up!” Hvitserk growled. Glancing over your shoulder you saw him wrap an arm around Ubbe’s neck, dragging him down into a choke hold.

You sighed lightly. He was definitely your type but he was clearly a tourist. Someone who was here for a holiday and nothing more, the last thing you needed to was to get attached to someone who was leaving within the week.

Chapter 2

The rest of the week slipped by in a blur of cloudy and rainy days. You spent your time editing photos in your little studio, ordering props and making sure you had all the stuff you needed before you opened. Friday dawned, the clouds breaking up against the grey-blue sky and you snapped the formations with your digital camera this time. You were dressed against the chill, feeling the sting in your cheeks but enjoying the biting caress this early in the morning.

You wandered up to Elena’s cafe, knowing she’d be there already. Sure enough she was almost elbow deep in the oven, thick oven mitts covering her hands as she shifted the trays of pastries around.

“Hey, doll!” She sounded as cheerful as ever. Locking the door behind you she asked if you wanted a coffee to which you nodded enthusiastically. “Get any good ones?”

“I did, the sky is particularly photogenic this morning.”

“Seen that guy again?” You wrinkled your nose. Too much of your thought processes this week had been on that guy. Hvitserk. But you hadn’t seen him again and you were fairly sure he’d gone back to wherever he came from.

“No. He’s probably gone home, knowing my luck he already has a girlfriend back home and was looking for a bit of a holiday thrill.”

“Where did you say he was from again?” You sighed, wishing she would drop the topic. Flicking through the pictures on your camera you refused to look up as you answered.

“He said he was Danish.”

“Huh….I met a Danish guy.” Cocking an eyebrow you thought it was just your luck, of course someone you found attractive would be drawn to one of your friends.

“Oh yeah? Was his name Hvitserk by any chance?” You muttered sullenly.

“No. Björn.”

“Well…” turning the camera you zoomed in on a particular picture. “I wish more would descend. I would not say no to a Viking.” Elena sat down opposite you, the sunny yellow cup in the middle of the table. Glancing up you tossed her a half smile. “You ok?”

“Yes. What are you doing tonight?” Shrugging you flicked over to the next photo.

“Night in, with some sparkling wine I believe. Maybe a long film and a cry, my usual Friday night shenanigans.”

“Come to the beach, in the cove. There’s going to be a bonfire and some people getting together. Bring your sparkling wine.”

“People? What people?” Now you looked up, fully focussed on what she was saying and she smiled smugly knowing she’d got your attention.

“I got talking to Björn, honestly babe you should see him! Tall, blonde, blue eyes I could drown in!” Her gaze grew misty and she expelled a breath that would have made a Victorian gentleman blush. “But I digress. He told me he’s here with his brothers, there are 5 of them. Five!”

“Do you think…?” She nodded.

“I think so! They’re staying up at the big Airbnb, you know the one we always wanted to stay in? He said they are here all summer.”

“Oh.” You reached for your coffee and she spread her hands in a confused gesture.

“Oh?? Is that all you have to say? What if he’s there? What if you fall madly in love this summer.” You snorted, spraying coffee up your nose and choking loudly. Elena passed you a napkin with a sigh, leaning back in her seat with her arms crossed as she watched you clean up.

“That’s not going to happen,” you finally replied.

“No. It won’t if you keep being bullheaded about feelings.”

“Listen, it’s not that I don’t want them, you know, feelings. It’s that I would rather they happen with someone here who’s nearby and we can build on it over time.” She scoffed loudly.

“That can still happen but maybe you need a fling before you let yourself fall into a deep relationship. A bit of fun didn’t do anyone any harm.”

“Tell that to my grandparents,” you muttered as she swept past to stop the timer on the oven. Sipping the rest of your coffee you watched the high street start to come alive but your thoughts drifted to a pair of earnest hazel eyes. Remembering whispered words curling in the shell of your ear, the sensation of his hand in yours…stupid! It was all stupid. Even if he was there he wouldn’t remember you anyway.

—

“We are closed,” you shouted from your little break room. “Don’t open for another week!” Exiting the room you stopped short to see a man standing there leaning heavily on a cane. He was looking around your half done studio with a disgruntled look on his face. His dark coloured hair was dragged back to show the shaved sides of his head, small braids started at his temples only to be caught up in the rest of the style.

“What is it?” He asked. Immediately you clocked his accent, maybe the Vikings had descended just like you wished.

“It’s a photo studio. I have props and things arriving so people can either have normal portraits or holiday portraits. I also photoshop a choice of backgrounds onto the picture if they like.”

“Huh.” He pointed to the blank wall by the door where you’d put a sofa so people could sit while they waited. “What’s going up there?”

“Nothing. Look, can I help you with something?”

“What camera do you use?”

“Why? Want to see what I have so you can rob me?” You snapped, crossing your arms but all he did was smirk, his icy blue eyes lighting up as though enjoyed the challenge.

“I am a photographer myself. I have my own cameras, I don’t need to steal someone else’s. Call it professional curiosity.”

“Well you can take your professional curiosity and cast it somewhere else. I am closed and I am waiting for deliveries. So if you don’t mind…” striding over to the door you held it open and glared directly at him. You saw his teeth when his lips drew back, his tongue rolling as though he was keeping his barbed thoughts to himself before he started limping out the studio. You shut the door behind him and locked it. You took a moment to pause, watching as he limped across the road only to meet with someone you recognised. It wasn’t Hvitserk but it was the other guy from outside the cinema, Ubbe. Your heart rate kicked up a notch and you took a deep breath to calm yourself. If he was here…and he’d been referred to as brother…so that could mean the guy in here was also a brother…and you’d just kicked him, rather rudely, out of your studio.

“Oh. Shit.”

—

“What are you worried about?” Ashe called from your kitchen. Elena was in the bathroom and you were making your way from the bedroom to accept the glass of wine Ashe was pouring.

“I kicked his possible brother out of my studio. Accused him of trying to steal from me. What if he went back to Hvitserk and told him I was some rude goblin and not worth his time?”

“What if they’re not even here together or related?” Countered Ashe. Glaring at her over your glass she nodded. “You’re right. It’s too much of a coincidence they must be brothers. You’re screwed.”

“What am I going to do?” You groaned.

“You’re putting too much thought into this already,” Elena added as she entered the kitchen. “You’re already putting obstacles in your own way and finding faults when there is nothing to pick at. Yet.”

“Drink up. I want to go frolic on a beach in spring, when it’s freezing.” Ashe downed her glass and motioned for you both to do the same so she could fill them all up once again. “Bottoms up, bitches.”

You all stumbled out into the frigid air, giggling amongst yourselves as all came up with wild scenarios about tonight. Each one more outlandish than the other.

You could hear the gathering on the beach before you saw it, carefully climbing down the steep path you saw quite a few people you didn’t know all highlighted by the massive bonfire that had been expertly built. The flames shot up into the air, heat seemed to collect in the cove but you still huddled together. Music played and some people were dancing, instantly though Elena pointed out a tall figure from the crowd.

“Björn!” She waved eagerly causing you and Ashe to snigger but she ignored you both as the tall blonde approached.

“You made it,” he stated needlessly.

“These are my friends,” she introduced Ashe and then you, stating that you may have had a run in with one of his brothers recently. Heat prickled under the skin of your cheeks but you kept your expression neutral, thinking of all the things you were going to say to her later when he spoke.

“You’re the photographer?”

“Y-yes,” you stuttered in surprise.

“Right. Ivar mentioned that. Wouldn’t tell us what you said to him though and he is still in a mood.”

“He barged his way into my studio so I told him to take his professional curiosity elsewhere.” Ashe nudged you not too subtly but you didn’t care, this wasn’t about Hvitserk and you were still pissed this, Ivar, spoke to you the way he did. Björn glowered at you for a second before his face broke into a wide smile, a booming laugh carried over the gathering and he clapped you forcefully on the shoulder.

“That’ll do it. Come on, I’ll show you where the food and drinks are.” There was a BBQ to the side and the guy you’d seen twice now, Ubbe was cooking. There were stacks of cool boxes all full of ice and cans or bottles that Björn told you to help yourselves.

“Are you going to ask about Hvitserk?” Elena whispered in your ear.

“They seem so friendly, just ask!” Ashe chimed in but you shook your head.

“If he’s here and he’s interested he’ll find me.”

“Well I am going off to catch myself a tall blonde man. Laters, losers.” Elena blew you both a sarcastic kiss and Ashe stuck her tongue out your friends retreating back.

“I’m getting food,” you grumbled.

“Get me a burger!” Taking a swig out of your bottle you walked back over to Ubbe who smiled warmly as you approached.

“The girl from the cinema.”

“That’s me!”

“You hungry?” He asked, flipping over some burgers making the coals hiss from the dripping juices.

“Two burgers please.”

“You eat as much as I do,” a voice said gleefully behind you. A voice you would recognise anywhere because it had been whispered in your ear for around two hours. Turning sharply you saw him highlighted by the fire, the cream coat standing out and a hysterical giggle bubbled up your throat.

“They’re not…I’m not going…I couldn’t possibly…” you heard Ubbe chortle beside you. Sucking in a breath you attempted to pull yourself together. “One is for Ashe,” you told him slightly more haughtily than you’d intended.

“Onions?” Ubbe asked, his eyes resting on his brother for a moment.

“On both, please.” This was utterly pathetic. You couldn’t concentrate, especially when Hvitserk moved round to stand next to Ubbe and was therefore in your line of sight.

“Here. Enjoy.”

—

Summer was never your favourite time of year and you hadn’t accounted for how hot your little studio would get. You spent the day worrying if you had sweat marks visible on your clothes, ducking into the little toilet you had and splashing your face when you could, trying not to be envious of all the beach loving people who came in. They swept into the booth dusting the floor with sand and filling it with the scent of suncream. They were all so loud and happy, sun tanned and gorgeous. You didn’t realise you could feel any more hot and frumpy than you already did, but these people made you feel hideous.

Still, you plastered on that smile, placated those babies and made the children smile just so you could give them a wonderful memory to take home.

Thankfully the tourists drifted off to get ready for dinner and you were able to sweep the sand out of your front door. The sun was still high but the breeze that came off the sea was refreshing. Seagulls cried above in the blue sky and you sighed deeply taking in the briny smell, thinking of going home and having a cool bath.

You tidied away the last of the props and gathered your laptop and camera so you could do some editing this evening. Just as you were locking the door your phone rang and a soft smile upturned your lips when you saw it was Hvitserk.

“Hey, you.”

“Hey, min smukke. Did you have a good day?”

“I did. I’m just locking up now and then I’m going to have a nice cool bath with a glass of wine.”

“Alone?” You didn’t miss the suggestive hint in his tone and your grin became wider.

“Well I don’t generally bathe with other people, Hvitserk.”

“Sounds like it’s a habit you need to get into.” Your heart raced at his words. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to, it was that you didn’t think anyone would want to. Not with you anyway. You still believed he was hanging around until you opened your legs and then he was going to disappear. Maybe he had a thing for curvier girls, part of you wanted to find out but the logical half was telling you to tread carefully.

“And who exactly would want to start doing that with me? C’mon, Hvitserk.” You felt brave saying it out loud but you bit your lip as you waited for him to reply.

“So after your bath, what are your plans?” The disappointment was tangible but you lifted your chin and smiled tensely into it. You were used to it.

“I’ve got some editing to do and then I might watch a film or something. Pretty sure I’ve some developing to do in the dark room.” You watched your feet as you walked up the street. You were almost home and you couldn’t wait to get out of your converses and peel these gross socks from your skin.

“I think I might put a screwdriver in the works. Is that what you say?” Sniggering lightly, your hand began to dig in your bag for the keys.

“It’s a spanner. Why do you say that?”

“Because I’m outside your house.” Your head snapped up in shock at the sound of him being so close. A slight smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, his hand raising in a wave as he lifted the phone away from his ear. “Surprise.”

“I didn’t think I was seeing you today?” You tried to keep the accusative tone from your voice but it still came across sharper than you’d intended.

“My brothers wanted to go have dinner and I wanted to see you.”

—

The first thing you registered was everything hurt. Your entire body ached, the seatbelt cut deeply into your chest, your head hanging awkwardly. Gently you opened your eyes but it was darker than you expected it to be. For a moment you couldn’t make sense of what you were seeing.

The windscreen was gone, replaced by the ground. This close you could see the sticks and stones, dry leaves all showered in fine, glittery chunks of glass. You groaned, your chest was aching something terrible and you tried to get more comfortable in the seat. Metal ticked as the vehicle settled, a slight hissing sound came from the engine bay and you gasped loudly as the memories rushed back to you. Your breath escalated, pushing through the sharp pain that wrapped around your heart and you looked across to see Hvitserk hanging just as you were.

“Hvitserk!” You croaked. Your arm moved, reaching over to touch him but the effort was almost too much when the pain in your chest flared. “Hvitserk! Wake up!” You could see blood and dirt on his face, his eyes were closed and you began to fear the worst. You made yourself reach again, touching his shoulder only for him to jerk awake.

“Gaaaah!” He shouted, eyes unfocused for a moment before he managed to come back to himself.

“Gods…” he moaned, taking stock of the state of his body. “Elskede?”

“I’m ok,” you breathed, not wanting to tell him how much you hurt. “You ok? Hvitserk?”

“Yeah…” his voice was strained but you put it down to the fact you’d been in an accident. “We need to get out,” he gasped. His arms reached to touch the indented roof of the vehicle as though reassuring himself this was real and not a nightmare.

“I can’t move, my legs,” in fact a numbness was spreading through your body and a weight was resting on your lungs. You coughed, hoping to clear it but it felt like it got worse. “I am….strugg…”

“Elskede? Talk to me!” Tapping your chest weakly you glanced over at him. It was becoming harder and harder to keep the darkness from clouding your vision. “I’m coming!” You wanted to tell him no, what if he injured himself more but the words wouldn’t form. The car chassis creaked as he managed to undo his belt, falling to the floor or the roof…

Glass tinkled as he moved closer to you, his hands wet as he held your limp head up making you look into those gorgeous nature coloured eyes.

“Stay with me min kære.”

“Hvitserk,” you whispered.

“Help! Help us!” You didn’t have the energy to cringe from the loudness of his desperate yell. “Stay with me,” he breathed over your face.

“I l-love you, Hvitserk.”

“No. You don't get to do that! No tears, no tears,” he whispered urgently.

“Kiss me.” His lips were quivering when they touched your own, his hands constantly sweeping your hair back, stroking your skin and trying to keep you with him.

“I love you,” he whispered through the tears as they leaked from his warm eyes. “I can’t live without you.” Smiling slightly, you silently asked for another kiss and he complied.

The delicate, loving touch of his lips was one of the last things you felt. The gentle flex of his fingers against the side of your face, the warmth of his breath; you tucked it all away into the depths of your mind wondering if this is what heaven felt like.

—

We are so pleased to see you’re awake…no strenuous activity…any chest pain needs to be checked immediately…nausea, shortness of breath blah blah blah.

The doctor’s words bounced uselessly around the room while you sat up in your bed. One hand was in the tight grip of Elena while Ashe stood near the end of your hospital bed, both women with concentrated frowns on their faces as they listened to the doctor drone on and on.

Letting out a sigh you let them know you were bored. Enough already with the medical jargon. Sure, you'll tire easily and watch out for anything unusual. You just wanted to get out of here so Hvitserk could look after you back home.

“Shouldn’t Hvitserk be listening to all this?” You suddenly asked. The doctor seemed to choke on her words, her mouth opening and closing uselessly for a second before she looked at Elena. You glanced up at Ashe but she wouldn’t meet your questioning gaze. “Well?” Now you turned to Elena who was staring at your hand that she held on top of your starchy white hospital sheets. Your heart quickened slightly and you licked your lips hating how dry your mouth had become. “Is someone going to answer me?” You demanded. “Where is he?” The doctor said your name, her hands suddenly busy in and out of her pockets as she fidgeted uncomfortably.

“What do you remember from the accident?”

“The truck…” these weren’t things you wanted to think about but the twisting noise of metal was always screeching at the back of your mind. Your nostrils were scarred with the scent of hot rubber and spilled fuel, the tang of it all rolled around the back of your mouth. “We crashed, the ground was in the car. I could see it almost touching distance.” You turned, remembering Hvitserk perfectly. How he hung limply against his seatbelt, his hair dirty and matted… “He had blood coming from here.” Touching your head you frowned. “But he woke up, he freed himself and came towards me, he…” your lips tingled. Absently you touched them with your free hand, fondly remembering the way that even in the middle of devastation he made it feel like everything was ok. “He kissed me,” you whispered with an amused exhale. “Then I don’t remember anything.”

To your surprise Elena let out a gasping sob beside you, her eyes red rimmed and wet, a shaking hand wiping her face as she tried to hide it all from you. Glancing up at Ashe you saw she was smiling a little but it was sad, almost a look of pity mixed with the unshed tears that shone in her eyes.

“Where—is Hvitserk?” You had to clear your throat, to push down the emotion that threatened to steal all logical thought from you. These weren’t the reactions of people who had good news. The doctor coughed lightly, drawing herself upright as she addressed you formally.

“We did everything we could…” No! This is what doctors said right before they shattered lives. Your heart had already been broken once. Why was she insistent on breaking it again with lies? You could feel all their eyes on you as you plucked at the sheet covering your legs, the cannula sat in your hand and you marvelled at the way the clear tape wrinkled flush with your skin.

“Did he put you up to this?”

“Oh god!” Gasped Elena, her hand squeezing you impossibly tighter.

“This is a joke? He loves a prank…” but even your words were empty, holding no certainty as you dared to look up once more. “Please tell me this is a joke?” You pleaded.

“I’m sorry for your loss.” The doctor said sadly but firmly. Loss. I’m sorry for your loss. Except, you hadn’t had a loss? Insisted you were saved first…collapsed…second ambulance…he collapsed…

“Stop…” you whispered but she continued. Brain haemorrhage...pronounced dead…dead… Her words almost screamed at you, jumbling into one big mess that you couldn’t make out until you screeched. Everyone jumped and a hush descended on the group.

“Get out,” you sighed.

“I’m not leaving,” Elena replied thickly but you were tired of looking at her sad face. Her tears made this real, her emotions made him gone.

“Get. Out.” You said louder, feeling the pound of your heart in your chest.

“No—,” nonononononono! It echoed from the depths of your soul. Reverberating around the room in an unseen cloud as the rage built in your mind.

“GET OUT!” You screamed. The words ripped at your throat, clawing their way into existence and the monitor beside your bed began to beep alarmingly.

“You must calm down!” The doctor insisted but you screamed again.

“Get out, get out! All of you! Get out!” Elena got up so quickly she nearly tripped over her own feet, Ashe grabbing her before glaring at you as she led her out of the room.

“You must relax, take some deep breaths,” the doctor spoke quietly, her eyes on the monitor as you threw your head back against your pillow. Grinding your teeth in anger, hurt and frustration you wished she would fuck off too, but her hand was clutching your wrist. Lips moving silently as she counted and slowly the beeping on the machine subsided. “Good.” She patted your arm but you couldn’t look at her, instead choosing to stare blankly at the window where you could see the corner of the building, more windows just like yours and some clouds. “I can have a grief counsellor come and visit you.”

“No.”

“Alright. I will come back to check on you in a couple of hours but ring the bell if you need something. Shall I tell your friends to come back in?”

“No.” You sounded like a sullen, broken record and you didn’t care. You barely noticed her leave as you replayed that last moment with Hvitserk over and over. The softness of his lips against yours, the way they quivered with worry, with love. With death. He had been dying before your eyes and you couldn’t see it, you couldn’t stay awake long enough to notice. You had selfishly passed out, leaving Hvitserk alone in his final moments.

Your sobs were loud, choking and fully as they filled your chest. Shoving up and out of your body as you keened with heartfelt grief. You didn’t want to be here without him, he couldn’t be gone. Logically you knew it was true but still a part of you refused to acknowledge it all. Even with a prank such as this, Hvitserk wouldn’t have been able to let you cry for long, if at all. Lifting a hand to your face you felt your wet tears, wishing his thumbs were wiping them away instead of your fingers.

The pain in your chest was fierce, burning with an intensity you hadn’t experienced before but it was intoxicating at the same time. As you breathed through it you realised you were alive, this meant you were still here and it was all meaningless without the love of your life.

—

The days blurred, falling into a constant rhythm of you napping and not wanting to be awake. When your body refused to let you sleep you were tortured with the fading sounds of the accident. Eventually your lips stopped tingling and you noticed as the finer details of Hvitserk began to disappear.

Desperately you tried to hold on but those memories you needed to keep were like fluid water. Flowing between the fine gaps in your fingers, dripping away into the void that you couldn’t enter.

It felt like he was leaving you all over again, this time even more painful as you watched him drift. Your tears pooled on the fabric of your pillow as you stared out of the window, ignoring life as it passed you by minute after minute.

You’d always assumed death this tragic was like it was in the movies. That you’d get to say your heartfelt and tearful goodbye, to say what you’d always wanted to speak before he slipped away beyond the veil. But this wasn’t a movie. It was your life.

He was gone and it was for good. You’d never get to feel his lips on yours, or run your fingers through his hair. You wouldn’t be able to wake up next to him, to hear his laugh or be subjected to his teasing. Never again would you taste his cooking or steal his beer, because Hvitserk was gone.

How was it fair? You’d finally found something you never thought possible, to experience love that people would cross the globe for only to have it ripped from your clutches. How was it fair?

Elena and Ashe had stopped coming to visit. You couldn’t blame them, you refused to speak or even acknowledge they were there. The doctor came in when she could but even she didn’t stay long, offering you counselling at least three times a day. A question you ignored until the doctor gave up asking and sent one in anyway.

You felt whip sharp anger that you were expected to talk about him on demand. So you kept your mouth shut, letting your eyes go glassy and vacant whenever they entered the room. Let them ask their questions, let them spout nonsense, it all fell on your deaf ears anyway.

Soon you were cleared for release on the condition you continued your counselling sessions. Sure, sitting in silence for an hour a few times a week, away from everyone sounded blissful.

Ubbe was the one to collect you from the hospital, he tentatively entered your room with a plastic bag in his hand. He greeted you quietly, giving you a tickly kiss on the cheek before looking round your room.

“Bet you’re glad to see the back of this room.” You nodded because he expected you to agree. In truth, if you left it meant you had to deal with everything.

“What’s in the bag?”

“Oh….” He looked at it, his expression telling you he’d forgotten he was even holding it. “It’s yours and….your items from the crash.”

“I’ve been asking for my phone,” you grumbled. The plastic was loud in the quiet room but the first thing you saw was Hvitserk’s arm ring. Why was it in here? He was never without this! Your hand slipped into the bag, slowly dragging the bronze item out. Feeling its weight in your palm before admiring the ravens on the ends.

—

Breathe.

Your hands looked so small in your lap sitting atop the blackness of your skirt. Your tights were chafing slightly, the shimmery material making a bristling noise when you rubbed your legs together.

Keep doing that, you’ll sound like a cricket.

A snort forced its way out of your chest and a hand snaked towards yours. Looking up you saw the concerned gaze of Ubbe, his blue eyes red rimmed and you remembered what was happening. You had a special place in the limo with the Lothbroks, squished between Ubbe and Ivar with Ragnar, Aslaug, Sigurd and Björn on the other seats. The atmosphere was somber…

Well it would be. It’s a funeral. I would prefer some colour though, maybe some blue face paint?

It was a struggle not to roll your eyes. You didn’t want to alert anyone to the fact you could still hear Hvitserk. You didn’t care what anyone thought, you didn’t want them to take him away.

I’m not going anywhere.

The limo glided to a stop and Ragnar helped Aslaug out first. Björn was next with Sigurd straight after. Ubbe got out, his hand reaching for yours and you managed a rather graceful exit of the vehicle. Automatically you looked around to gloat to Hvitserk but he wasn’t here. Ragnar and Ubbe helped Ivar, you stepped to the side nervously smoothing down the back of your skirt. Looking up you squinted against the glare of the sun, peering at the crematorium and thinking what a morbid place this was.

It’s meant to be. It’s a crematorium. In England.

You opened your mouth to retaliate when you felt a touch on your shoulder. Turning quickly you thought you were going to see Hvitserk but instead it was Elena and Ashe.

“Hey, doll.” Elena whispered huskily, her makeup already smudged from crying on the way here. Ashe gave you a tight hug before turning her attention to Ivar who brooded next to the black limo.

“Did he say anything?” She asked quietly and you shook your head knowing that Hvitserk’s…absence had hit Ivar quite hard.

“You can go to him. I’m ok.”

“Are you sure?” You nodded and nudged her in Ivar’s direction.

“Go on, before his mother descends.” Elena linked arms with you, her whole body quivering as she sniffed weakly. More mourners were arriving, the brothers were greeting everyone while Ragnar seemed to be holding Aslaug upright. Eventually Björn wandered over to the pair of you, Elena leaving your side to be greeted by her partner.

You tried not to watch them, ignoring the heavy weight inside your chest that manifested suddenly. Looking to your side you imagined Hvitserk coming up behind you. Time slowed and you swore you could hear him step up beside you. Shutting your eyes to block out everything around you and lifting your hand to rest on your shoulder.

I told you…I’m not going anywhere.

The sound of your name shattered the moment and time sped up to catch itself. Ubbe was standing before you with his arm out and ready for you to take.

“Everyone is here.” At his words your gaze darted to see the hurst that had arrived. Inside was an ornate wooden box and flowers of all shades lined the top and sides. His name was spelled out with white and green flowers, that was the first thing to exit the hurst.

“No…” this made it real. Your heart pumped wildly, your breath stopped by the heavy weight that threatened to drag you down. Your legs became like jelly, Ubbe catching you just in time. “Hvitserk!” His name was barely a whisper but the word filled your mouth, your mind, your heart until he was tattooed all over you. Ubbe was whispering in your ear, his voice rich and calming but you couldn’t hear a word he was saying.

The coffin was dragged out into the sunshine, what a fine joke. Such nice weather for such an awful day.

Would you rather it rained?

“But you love the rain.”

Fair point.

He wasn’t really in there. Poor Björn and Floki had to bend so Sigurd, Ragnar, Ubbe and Halfdan could help carry the empty coffin. Because it was. Empty. Right?

Elena was back at your side, you didn’t even realise she’d replaced Ubbe, steering you in after the coffin procession. Ashe was concentrating on Ivar, making sure he was comfortable before sitting next to him.

Sniffles and coughs echoed off the painted stone walls from the congregation. The pitiful sounds of sadness registered with you but only vaguely.

It felt like you’d been put inside a clear plastic ball, everything was distorted, voices sounding like they were coming from underwater and even your vision was unfocused. You watched as Aslaug put up a picture of Hvitserk smiling, propping it on top of the coffin with his banjo. Ragnar and his sons all left something on the coffin so they would be set alight with the coffin and Hvitserk could take the items with him. What a joke. He wasn’t even in there!

You subconsciously began to play with the arm ring on your wrist, tracing the pattern to the raven heads. Maybe that should go on the coffin? It was his after all.

No. Keep it. Keep a piece of me with you.

Tears welled in your eyes. This was real, suffocatingly real. You gasped so loudly everyone close to you turned to stare. Ubbe was half out of his seat but Elena was pulling you to the exit. Tears stung your eyes, which made you cry more, how ridiculous.

Outside, there you can let go.

You pushed the glass door and spilled out into the sunshine. Your breaths were short and fast, you couldn’t get enough air past the pressing weight on your chest. Your outfit was restricting you, the fabric prickling your skin as heat raced through your body. You came to a stop a little way down the path, leaning on a wooden post and your tear filled gaze was drawn to all the flowers displayed on the floor. His name was in the middle proudly presented with all the flowers that people had bought because they thought it helped. What good were flowers really? Ashe would tell you about each flower and what they meant, their cost and what colours compliment each other…but really. What good were flowers? Elena went with you, her hand continuously touching your arm or your shoulder. She began to read the cards that people had pointlessly put with the flowers, names and people you’d never met. People who didn’t know you exist, let alone your love for Hvitserk.

“These are beautiful,” Elena gushed softly.

“He’d have hated it.”

I prefer wild flowers.

“He preferred wild flowers, not these cultivated, farmed for their perfection, plastic looking…” your words choked off, strangled by a fresh wave of tears.

Say it like it is.

“I can’t stay.” Elena called your name but you ignored her. Finally feeling life in your limbs as you walked away. The further you got the easier it was to breathe, the less your tears fell and the less foggy everything felt. You left the crematorium not caring where you were going, you just knew the greater the distance the better you felt.

#emptying my docs #sami’s fic stash #hvitserk x f!reader #modern hvitserk x reader #hvitserk #Vikings au #modern au

[warwickroyals]

Okay, so earlier (technically it was yesterday for me) I asked where I should start reading your story. I then proceeded to not wait for an answer and start from the very beginning. I'm currently about to start page 19 in chronological order, and I am very much enjoying it.

Your writing is amazing, and so is your cinematography. Also, romance montages, my beloved. I am now fighting the urge to make one of my own sims. (Must fight the urge. So many spoilers.)

It's wild seeing how drastically Nick and Alex flip flop over time, especially having read your most recent posts. I'll be very curious to see this all play out.

Also, I love Phillip a lot, and I can't wait to see how everyone reacts to Jean being a part of his life. Cause she is amazing, and I love her. I understand both her and Phillip's sides at this point. Phillip has seen firsthand exactly what the press can do to people, so I totally get him not wanting to fuck Jean up like that, even if she thinks she wants it or thinks she can handle it. But on the other hand, he's very much pushing Jean away, which isn't fair to her. She wants to be a very serious and important part of his life, and he won't let her near the part of his life that has fucked him up the most.

Sorry for providing rambling commentary several months late, but I'm enjoying myself. I would really, really love to keep reading, but it's after 12:30 in the morning, I have an 8:30am class tomorrow (or rather, today), and I still have to take a shower. Was getting hooked on a sims story at 9pm a good idea? No. Did I do it anyways? Yes. Do I regret it? Currently no, but ask me again in the morning.

(Sorry, I'm rambly at the best of times, and even worse when tired.)

(Also, when I say "got hooked at 9pm", I did NOT read 18 pages in 3 hours. I only read like, 10-12 of them in 3 hours. :p)

Okay, I'm actually shutting the fuck up now!! I will hopefully finish tomorrow!!! I must be getting close now, seeing as the dates are only "two months ago".

OMG! No, never shut the fuck up! I love hearing all your thoughts, and it warms my heart whenever people engage with my writing like this. It's the best type of feedback. Thank you for all of the compliments and I'm glad that I've inspired someone in some way :)

Nick & Alex - I think they might just have the most complicated relationship out of all of my characters; they 100% are the most complex sibling relationship at least. I'm actually working on a scene between the two of them right now, and I think it's really amazing how jealousy is the driving factor for a lot of the hostility between the two brothers. Growing up, there has always been an underlying sense of bitterness and rivalry, but recently, especially after Margaux's birth, it's gotten out of control. Nicholas resents Alex because he thinks that he's irresponsible beyond reason, but he also envies Alex's position as second in line. It seems to him that Alex is constantly able to mess up without any meaningful consequences. Alex, on the other hand, thinks that Nick is too full of himself and that his being the heir has rotted his ability for empathy and understanding. Alex is also jealous of Nick being the older, more intelligent, brother. On top of the jealousy I think a lot of their current issues come from projecting their insecurities onto each other, especially when it comes to their relationships with their parents and women. They need to talk it out! Things will get better for them at some point but, as long as they refuse to communicate, it'll only get worse.

Phillip & Jean - I'm very glad people like Jean as much as I do because I wasn't sure about how she would be "received" if that makes any sense. Phillip in my opinion has always been paranoid, but a lot of his paranoia is validated by his life experiences like you said. As a child, he watched the media pressure destroy his mother's well-being; as an adult, it ruined his marriage. Even first-hand, a lot of his defining moments were him having to hide his mental illness and addiction struggles because of how exploitative the press was. So I understand how hard it would be for him to be publically in a relationship with Jean, someone who's so unconventional. But at the same time, like you said, it's not fair for Jean who also has abandonment issues of her own. I'm so glad that, in the time between Chapters 2.5 and 3 they've established a really strong relationship! Although they're not as prominent in chapter 3, there is a lot of conflict generated from their relationship and how both the press and family react to Jean as a permanent addition to Phillip's life. Their relationship is a really important element of the story.

Oh, boy, now I feel like I'm rambling, but I'm always down to ramble about my characters, so thank you for entertaining me for a little while. I can't wait to get to your other asks 😭

#warwick.answers #morrigan-sims

[jadekitty777]

Heartsick: Chapter 1

Me, several weeks ago: Okay so IronCharms week doesn’t start until the last week of August, I’ve got time

Me, today, five minutes before midnight: Let’s just double check the dates- WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE 15TH?!

WELP I’m a little late on this but... surprise! I wrote a James/Qrow/Clover fic! I’ve been wanting to do this one for a loooong while, and a random spark of inspiration had me finally dedicating some serious time to it. 

This story is completely and utterly dedicated to  Pidgeon Postal (who I’d tag but, tumblr won’t let me). It is a loving sequel to their story Heartless - which if you haven’t read, go do so! It’s well, kind of required anyways, as this story won’t make much sense if you haven’t read it.

I’ve honestly wanted to write this sequel ever since I first read Heartless well over a year ago - and am glad for the opportunity to finally do so! So welcome... to another multi-chapter story that will be posted throughout the entire week! Bonus? This one is actually complete LOL

(And if you haven’t already, go give Pidgeon some love for all their fantastic stories!)

Day 1: Affection

Dedicated to: PidgeonPostal

Rating: T

Words: 1.4K

Summary: It's been five months since James recovered his true heart, Clover gained a metal one and Qrow's became more attuned to the woods than ever before. Five months since Tyrian's poison was eradicated from the soil. Five months... since Clover, Qrow and James agreed on a group partnership (and that was honestly the best part). Like the tree tops reaching for the sky, it seemed like there was nowhere for the three of them to go but up. So why, then, did Clover feel like he was being cut down at his roots? [Witch AU]

Ao3 Link: In Which Clover’s Day Begins

~

Mornings were a ritual. Like magic, but softer, touched warm by the morning light.

Clover was always awake first; a surprise, at first, as James had always been the earliest riser. But reintroduction to his heart and, perhaps, the calm that came from living in a stress-free environment had changed the old general’s habits in ways that he didn’t entirely dislike.

So up he was, tapping his hands along the enchanted pantry as he asked confidently for ingredients. One after the other the counter got lined with whatever concoction he’d decided upon for breakfast (a fact that even after five months still made Qrow jealous with the ease he’d do it). He knew he had the power to ask it for precisely what he wanted, ready-made and serviceable to eat, but he’d always had a thing for cooking from scratch.

It's the only way it can be made with love, he’d tease sometimes between dropped kisses on his lovers’ cheeks. Qrow groused over the grandstanding, but rarely hid smiles, while James was simple in politeness but vocally appreciative.

Clover enjoyed those moments enough to keep doing it. The only days he cheated were on mornings that he didn’t spring out of bed but drag himself out. Where nights of half-remembered nightmares kept him tossing and sweat-soaked. Things that twisted at him, like blood on his hands that never left no matter how much he cleaned; the bodies of Mantle’s lost haunting after him as much as James’ dull and lifeless eyes looking upon it without so much as a twitch did.

Those were bad days.

But today was a good one.

So, he got to work.

By the time James got up, the cranberry-orange muffins had almost finished baking and coffee was done brewing.

“Morning!” Clover greeted, already pouring him a cup. Black with two sugars, just like he liked.

James accepted it and the peck on the lips with a sleepy smile. “Good morning. You certainly are… perky.”

He snorted. That sounded more like something Qrow would say. “Aren’t I usually?”

Always, he wished he could say. Because that had been the norm. But despite all the luck in the world, his new, metallic heart came with side effects. Inconsistencies with his emotions that felt very much like a floating spell had been placed onto them, and the wielder was tossing him between highs and lows at random.

(Sometimes, he thought the nightmares were part of that change. But no, he’d dug that grave with his bare hands. It was only right he’d lie in it.)

“I just don’t know where you get the energy.” James replied, blowing along the top of the steaming mug. When he did, the branches of the trees imprinted along the face of it shivered, like they’d been touched by a breeze.

They spent the morning like that, Clover cooking as he chattered with James about nothing, really. Small talk about plans for the day or how the garden was coming along. It was so unlike before, when they and the other officials would be up before the sun, plotting strategy and the room would be tense with an under-currant of fear as they fought a war they were losing fast.

Different, in a good way that Clover embraced as hard as he could.

When breakfast was just about done, Clover tapped the head of the miniature blackbird perched on the edge of the cuckoo clock. It came alive, flying on wooden wings out of the kitchen and down the hall – and though neither of them could hear it when it sang, they certainly heard Qrow’s grumbling as he came trudging out of the bedroom only minutes later, the bird perched on his shoulder. It flew back to the clock while the lanky man sat down at his spot.

Clover made sure to have his coffee already waiting. A shot of cream turned the liquid to a sandy cream and a sprinkle of cinnamon left a speckling of golden-brown dusting the top. When Qrow rose it to drink, the snow blanketing over the picturesque little cottage town fell to the rim, turning the once winter-laden village into a bright summer’s day. The snowfall dropped back into place when he set the cup back down.

“Mornin’,” Qrow finally greeted, the natural gravel in his voice always a bit deeper after waking.

James took up the attention of their sleepy third while Clover plated the food. Toast lightly buttered, only his powdered with a bit of sugar. Sausages that still sizzled with a bit of extra pepper atop James’ and eggs made over easy for him and James but scrambled for Qrow. A muffin for each of them. The daffodils on the edges of each plate danced on their stems as he set them down.

Left only long enough to pour his own drink. He pulled down another mug from the cabinet, his favorite today. The minute he touched it, the stark white mug turned into a brilliant teal green, the color of his own magic reflecting back at him. Even when he let it go to grab the pot, the hue stayed; if he let it be for ten minutes, it would start to go through lighter and lighter iterations of green before it turned back to white. He filled the cup with what his lovers considered an egregious amount of cream and sugar and took his seat.

In the short span of time, Qrow had pushed his own chair closer to James, using the lack of distance as an excuse to snuggle against him. It was cute and filled Clover with a sense of affection.

But, like oil on water, it was sullied by a strange sense of envy and loneliness.

He blamed it on his dumb, fake heart and took a gulp of too-sweet coffee to drown it out.

Qrow huffed at the sight. Complained, with no heat behind it, “Thought I told you not to use that one.”

Clover winked. “You can punish me for it later.”

Qrow almost choked on his eggs.

Despite the teasing, he knew how important the bit of ceramic was. Had learned it well the first time he pulled it down and the other man almost had an aneurysm over it. Apparently, it had been a gift from an old friend Qrow’d lost two decades before. Though she was gone, the magic she’d constructed the mug with lived on. The last reminder he would ever have of her.

It was probably only because of Clover’s own magic, a touch of luck in most things he did, that Qrow even allowed him to use it at all.

After a moment, James pitched in, “I swear you’re insatiable.”

“For you two? Never.” Clover promised, spearing a sausage, mimicking a motion towards his lips that even had James a little flustered.

The morning passed much the same as any other.

~

Though it was weeks into autumn, the weather had remained unusually hot and humid. Clover didn’t favor it, used to the dry air of a frozen tundra that didn’t cling to him like the mugginess in the forest air did, sticking sweat to his skin like a second layer, unwanted and uncomfortable.

The long baths he took in the basement hot springs more than made up for it though.

He’d tried, without success, to pull James in with him, but the other thought it silly to do so when he would only dirty himself again once he went back to his garden.  Qrow he may have won over, but the other mage probably was only just getting back from his journey he’d set out on after breakfast – some hurt he’d detected in the forest that needed mending. His attunement with the forest had been increased ever since he’d chased out Tyrian from the soil and roots.

Normally, Clover had the patience to wait for one of them; certainly, a bath was more fun that way. But today, the humidity was higher than normal. It probably meant a storm was coming soon. With the heaviness feeling particularly unpleasant to the point it was beginning to irritate, it didn’t take much mental prodding to get him down to the basement for a little dip and relaxation.

By the time he emerged a good hour later, he was feeling refreshed, a towel around his waist. He used another to toss his hair – it was getting long, he’d had to trim it soon – as he headed towards the kitchen, intent on scourging up a snack.

As he crept down the hall, something small and low to the ground passed by, its movements squeaking like rusted bolts with every step it took.

He gave it a glance as he passed it.

The dragon, constructed out of roller chains and other scrap metal in the likeness to the God of Light, looked back.

Clover’s mouth dropped open. “What the-?”

The dragon, small as it was, emitted a thundering roar.

Then it pounced.

#clover ebi #james ironwood #qrow branwen #luckyironqrowweek2022 #IronCharms #rwby #fanfiction #Chase Firekitten's Tale

[lets-talk-spirituality]

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Hello! OMG I love the blog change, I was like damn, I’m feeling this vibe. Work 💅👑

Sorry for the late response, work was crazy busy this short week and I passed out at like 10pm last night. And it took me forevers to get up this morning.

But while I was grinding away at work, I had this album playing in the background: Carly Rae Jepsen - Dedicated Side B. 

I’m a huge Jepsen fan, I just love her music, and I can talk about her all day. But whenever I need a motivational push or just some pure pop I turn to her. And I have almost all her music on record expect she hasn’t released the deluxe versions of her albums on LP yet. 😭

And what I always found cool, is that she releases companion albums to her main albums and just adds on to the title side b. So the album above is the companion to Dedicated. 

I love the whole album and can listen front to back, but I'll list off my favorite few:

"This Love Isn't Crazy"

"Window"

"This Is What They Say"

"Let's Sort the Whole Thing Out"

"Now I Don't Hate California After All” (This one has me in a chokehold)

Album link: https://open.spotify.com/album/7oHKKCXCFIv3J1Yh5F08pu?si=IU75zmxtT5eGEkf72JZKAQ 

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But one album I’m super excited for and I pre-ordered the record last night is Endless Summer Vacation by Miley Cyrus. 

https://shop.mileycyrus.com

I’m a huge rock fan and I loved Plastic Hearts, and I’m very excited to see what she does next. 

I don’t know if you heard Miley’s live covers but they’re amazing. 

I’ll attach a few links below for you and others:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NbdRLyixJpc 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l81u-oSIAp4

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C0IQm-MXh2s 

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If I wasn’t emotional drained, dead tried and a little wired at the moment I would write up the rest of my recommendation with Carly Rae Jepsen/Miley Cyrus and the other albums and records I listened to this week.

But I have to go for a walk to clear my head after I finish typing this and eating my overnight oats. I hope you’re doing well!! And that you have a great weekend. And I’m excited to read your 2023 post.

All the best,

🎶

Thank you! I think the new vibe is exciting and inspiring. And I think my 2023 post is pretty comprehensive which I’m happy about. I have more ideas as I start working.

Music anon, you are a goddess (genderless). I recently decided I was gonna be a Carly Rae Jepson fan. I had liked some of her songs but I went through more of her discography, like maybe within the last two months. Never Get To Hold You came on today when I was at the beach :) Beach House on the new album is such a fucking bop! I love Sideways too.

Listened to the album and first of all—good taste. My favs are:

Felt this way

Come back

Solo

I love Miley’s voice. She has a beautiful voice but her music style has never been my favorite. I think it’s cool how experimental she is, though, like that she’s kinda spanned so many genres. But I love Mother’s Daughter!

If you like these people I think you’ll like: Gracey, Leon, and Kiiara. Please tell me you love Tove Lo and Dua Lipa too! Also BANKS!

#🎶 anon #music recommendation #carly rae jepsen #miley cyrus #kiiara #dua lipa #tove lo #banks

[mubal4]

Creating Moments

 It has been some time since I last put out a blog post that wasn’t a journal journey or a podcast episode. Honestly, the pull to write has been missing for several months. Time has been more demanding, and responsibilities have been increasing but I won’t use those as excuses. I just haven’t been compelled or inspired to write much lately. That is okay – the ebbs and flows of life. That changed over the last couple of days, and it is what I am sharing with you today. It is about running and training and new races coming up – but it is more about the gratitude of being able to create special moments. Many of them are free and “easy” 😊 too!

 I say “easy” somewhat sarcastically and you will get my point here shortly. This time of year, as we get into December, I reset my running clock to begin training for the Black Canyon 100k. November is typically spent recovering from the last race of the year and maintaining the base that was created throughout. As cooler temps roll in and the holidays approach, opening up some availability on weekends, it affords the opportunity to get out on those long weekend runs in prep for the February race. This Saturday was one of those chances I got to create a special moment.

 The Black Canyon 100k runs along the Black Canyon Trail which stretches 80 miles from Prescott Valley National Forest down to New River, AZ – about 20 minutes from our house. The back half of the 100k, which stretches from Black Canyon City, AZ to that finish in New River is one of my favorites, if not favorite, trails I’ve run. It is almost all single-track for the entire 25 miles and a number of great climbs and descents throughout. It provides a great day of training for the race and absolutely breathtaking views, as you can see from the pictures shared. On Saturday, I also got to run by about 30 head of cattle and two donkeys that were taking in the cool temps and abundant sunshine. Fun Fact – this trail used to serve, and still does considering 😊, as a main course for cowboys leading their cattle north out of the Phoenix area during the hot summer months, up north to the high country for colder temps and back down during this time of year. I’ve ran this stretch several times and each time I’ve seen cattle.

 Another benefit this stretch of trail provides is solitude. Throughout the 5-6 hours I was out there I went by 1 hiker and 1 other runner. I was by myself the entire way, basically. For me, these moments are very therapeutic and cleansing. It is a form of meditation and clearing out the mind. My mind tends to go towards many topics during these longer runs. Challenges I am working through, frustrations I am experiences or valleys I may be stuck in. It helps me better understand where I am and who I may need to be as I overcome the next hill (literally and figuratively sometimes 😊). Thoughts go toward my family and loved ones; happy times and plans as we dive into the holidays. There are also those moments where I just stop and soak in the beauty that is around me being grateful that I get to run in an amazing piece of landscape. It helps me simplify things while I am out there by myself with nothing to think about but everything to process!

 A big thank you to my wife who always helps me with these shenanigans. Her sacrifice in supporting me with this silliness is incredible. She wakes up early to take me to the trailhead and picks me up when I am done – sometimes, like this Saturday, she has an ice-cold beer waiting for me in the car at the finish 😊! She knows me well!!

 Sometimes during my runs, I am thinking about getting it done. You know? Going through that process to “put in the work” and get it completed. It can be work…..”training!” This past Saturday however, I caught myself saying, “soak it in because you only have a couple hours out there today” I didn’t want it to end. Even this morning, while Robin and I were walking the pupper, I made a comment of how I missed what we were able to create on Saturday. The great thing is I can do it again tomorrow, or whenever I want. That is where the gratitude and fortune sets in! I am thankful I have a body that can do it, a wife that supports me, and I playground, if you well, so close to where we live that provides endless beauty and therapeutic cleansing!

 Nature is just that and it is free! It didn’t cost me anything to go do what I did Saturday. Sure – some gas and mileage on the car (and a beer 😊) but I can also just go for a walk around my neighborhood or hit up the local trails right around the house. Nature is “freeing” and can be a cure for whatever may be pulling you away from who you must be.

  I take it for granted, a lot, and not every time out is it fun. As mentioned, it can be work. However, every time I am done, I have the feeling that I healed a bit and grown a little. Each time I am grateful for the moments that I was fortunate enough to create!

#createyourlife specialmoments BC100k BCT solitude peacefulprogress getoutinnature

[spacedykez]

oh right i was gonna. send an ask in. crap okay- for the writer ask game; 15, 23, 33, 35, 55, 62, and 87 (random)

(writing ask game!)

15. where do you share your writing? sigh. im tired of linking things nixxxx i just made two long posts with tons of links today /lh but that does mean the links are easily available! here’s my ao3 and here’s #paciFics.

23. how do you deal with writers block? badly. ususally by simply Not Writing. very bad practice. lately (as in the last few months) my strategy has been scoll #whump prompts or @/prompts-in-a-barrel to get myself in the mood and then write a shorter thing inspired by that. unfortunately as you can see from my ao3 i have a tendency to lose interest in longfics and once i do i just. never get back to them. sigh. hyperfixations my beloved and beloathed

33. do you start with the characters or the plot when writing? i mean, that depends. sometimes i get fic ideas that are "this character does this" (cough branzypierce) and sometimes i get fic ideas that are just "oh, this would be a cool thing to write (magic by moonlight). branzypierce fics have been All character, but also quite a bit inspired by quotes actually. bleeding out in your arms tonight literally came to my mind when i read this:

35. tell us about a character who’s very different than you who you love a whole lot

oh gosh okay well i mean most of the characters i latch on to are because i see myself in them at least a little. double life pearl, i suppose. i feel the abandoned thing a bit because i do tend to feel very lonely especially since i wouldn't say i have very many friends irl, but really she's not like me at all. then again, i've never been in a death game! but for all i joke about violence i really would never hurt anyone. somebody'd stab me and i'd apologize.

55. do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them? well. a question i accidentally answered! okay so i have several longfics lying abandoned (but trust me they don't leave my mind i feel guilty constantly) including scott's eternal winter, which was e1!scott turns evil and instead of corruption covering the world, it's ice/snow. i have tried to write the next at least five times and i have the outline and chapter titles i just. Can't find the motivation.

alone was pure torture (no, literally. i mean. like. that was the fic) i left it because i never really watched the dsmp enough to have a good characterization of anyone and also it just felt. i don't know. too much. people say a lot of tommy fics are torture/trauma porn or something like that and i just felt like it was too angsty.

the legend of the stag siblings i feel bad about. i just think i rushed the plot and it wasn't as well-written as it could have been and also i just. Lost motivation. if i were to pick it back up again (which i do still love the concept) i would rewrite it quite a bit.

and then on this topic i have two like 3000 word oneshots i never published. one is an owl house fic that i could probably post and just say it's incomplete, it's completely readable, i just had more plot planned and then got sucked into mcyt again. and the other is an old basically ventfic (the closest i've ever written) with o!scott. the problem was that i used it as an outlet for my emotions and that worked too well so i never finished it because by the time i hit like 3k words i wasn't in that headspace anymore and i couldn't bring myself to try to get back into it to finish the story.

oh. long answer whoops. um well they haunt me okay. im terrified magic by moonlight will join them cause so many people like it and i don't want to let them down and- okay. shush paci.

62. what’s the weirdest reason you’ve ever shipped something? because i hate my streamer. one guess as to what this is referring to. yes it's ace race x sally. i am starting to be unironically here for the narrative of the wilbur soot ace race saga god help me.

87. does your writing style change depending on the genre you write?

well, i mean i don't know? i only really write fantasy/fanfiction but i would say probably yes? like i do enjoy experimenting with different styles sometimes. my favorites have been Journal, Yin And Yang, bleeding out, and Flicker just because i tried really out-there and obvious style choices and i do really like them. you haven't read journal, yin/yang, and flicker i'm sure.

but journal was an experiment in writing first-person pov, yin/yang was one of my first times writing this sort of opposites-symbolism thing i really like where it's sort of playing with antonyms (light/dark, order/chaos) and since then i've sort of improved on that to add more metaphor/description to my fics. and i'm still SUCH a sucker for good comparisons like this. bleeding out was fun because i added the parentheses to create this growing sense of dread and tension (i really think it worked). and flicker was all about description which was a fun excercise!

on this sort of topic, my writing style wasn't that different but antlers was SO fun to write and i can't tell you why without spoiling it but i LOVE it so mucchhhhhh

#asks #nix tag #ask games #this was quite the trip #gosh i haven't thought about some of these in months

[gloomygalleon]

It’s really comforting to be around people who knew and loved Katherine. I’ve reconnected with a lot of people I lost contact with. It was no fault of any party. Mark always says to me that there are two types of people in the world: those who can make plans and those who can’t. I guess it’s a longer way of saying introvert and extrovert. That’s a little more complex, though, because although I can reach out and make plans I would still consider myself an introvert these days. The point I’m trying to make here, though, is that a lot of my friends aren’t the type of people who do the reaching out. They’re not plan makers. It’s not a fault by any means, it’s just how it is. Realizing that it isn’t me personally was a game changer. I’ve come to realize a lot of people had misconceptions about me and assumed I was upset with them because I stopped reaching out. Y’all who knew communication was so important? Lolllll

So to the actual main point- I reached out to all these friends whom I’ve missed so dearly and we’ve reconnected. It’s been really great to be around people who loved Katherine as much as I did. Not knocking my other friends, but it’s not as easy to talk about a loved one in a past tense to someone who didn’t know them.

My friend and fellow bridesmaid is visiting home this year and I’m so excited for her to come. She’s been in Australia for a long time. It’s been way too long since I’ve seen her, and my heart has always ached for her. Being that far away and mourning someone. Having no one who really knew her around. It’s gonna be tough coming home and having to relive it all. I’m grateful I get to see her. Hoping to have a sweet little send off together. I’m hoping she’d be okay with letting me give her a tattoo. I wonder what she’ll say. Sometimes the time difference and waiting for a reply can be so excruciating.

Speaking of tattoos- todays went so well. I’m really happy with my progress. I’ve been doing a lot of two part sessions lately because people want very complicated designs, so I haven’t had a lot to upload to my Instagram page. I don’t wanna post half finished tattoos, y’know. Tomorrow I’m tattooing two sisters and I’m super happy with the design I’ve come up with. I’ve said it a million times before and I’ll say it again- I have the best job in the world.

Friday is gonna be a doozy. It’s the tattoo convention which I wasn’t expecting to go to. Impulsive me though, decided fuck it two days before and I hope to get there and do a walk up. There’s an artist I’ve wanted to go to for a long ass time and I’m really hopeful she’s gonna have a availability. I also hope to watch Stranger Things and our friends are having a not-Canada Day party. No one is wearing Red/White and we certainly aren’t praising this country but yeah, we’re getting drunk bubbbbyyyyy.

Speaking of me being impulsive (I may or may not have already said this) but I recently did an at home undercut and my teacher is gonna tattoo my head for me. It’s super exciting to know I’ll have a fun lil secret tattoo when my hair is down, but woop! Up it’ll have a beautiful vintage inspired decorative floral design. It’s gonna be funky and cool. I’m very excited.

I also started on tattoo removal this month. There’s this ugly ass tattoo I put on myself when I was learning how to poke and I regret it all the time. It started off as a /hat/. Yeah. I was drunk with friends and my ex had this dumb ugly hat and I decided to put /that/ on my leg. I immediately hated it, months later tried to cover it over. Weeks went by and I’d add more and more to this black out “geometric” design that’s hideous. It’s a great spot on my leg for something else so I’ve decided to remove it altogether. I’ve had the first session and it was not nice but also not half as bad as people make it out to be. Hopefully after several sessions I’ll be able to get Robyn to put something beautiful in that spot. We have something planned, hopeful it turns out cool.

I told myself I wasn’t gonna get too many tattoos this year so I could swim but honestly… why do I even care? I feel like I’m not gonna have the time to swim this year. I’m so busy with work I really don’t even mind.

How many new tattoos have I gotten in the first half of 2022? Five so far I think? Nope, six. I forget I tattooed my own face. My cowgirl, my UFO, Lucy from Elfen Lied, the number 27, my elk, and my face tattoo.

Im really just wasting time until midnight when I can fly through all my wordle variations yet again. I can’t believe I still do it daily after all this time.

Alright, I guess that’s all for today folks. This was a long one.

[hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf]

Overtime

boss!chan x personal assistant!fem reader

Trigger warnings: name-calling, intimidation 

Content warnings: oral (m&f receiving), names (baby girl, dearest, good girl, babydoll, baby, slut, whore), daddy kink (obviously), praise, degradation (don’t ask me why i put both praise and degradation in here, i’m a whore), spanking (kinda? anyways we love a good ass slap), chan folds you like a pretzel then holds your hand while finishing you off cause he’s caring like that. minho makes an appearance early on.

Summary: you work as bang chan’s personal assistant. with a comeback on the horizon, he tells you he needs you to pull some serious overtime.

Word count: 5559

A/N: be sure to check out the video i’m about to post, it was kind of the inspiration for the bj part lmao anyways y’all want me to save you seats in hell?

Smut below the cut

You let out a frustrated sigh as you pocketed your phone, which had just buzzed with a message from your boss. You were about to clock out for the day when he asked you to come to his studio. Your kitten heels clicked against the hardwood floor as you made your way to the tiny room where the magic happened. Except it wasn’t magic when you’d already been in the building for eight hours, barely getting a moment to sit as you ran this way and that for him.

 You straightened your clothes before reaching out to knock on the charcoal door. It swung open before you even finished and you were met with a bright smile. “Come in.” Chan urged as you plastered a pleasant expression on your face. Despite the crush you had on him, you were annoyed and had to fake a smile.

 Yes, you worked for Bang Chan. The Bang Chan, the leader of fourth generation KPop idol band Stray Kids and the mastermind behind almost every hit track they’d ever performed. You were his personal assistant and the unnervingly beautiful man had been irritating you beyond belief today with all the running about he’d made you do. “You wanted to see me?” You prompted as he closed the door to his studio while you perched on the arm of the sofa that sat across the shoebox room from all his equipment.

 “Yeah. So…” he looked sheepish and regretful and you felt a ball of anxiety settle in your stomach. What bad news was he about to break to you? “As you know, we just announced a comeback.” You felt yourself deflate. You’d worked for him just long enough to have witnessed two comebacks and he never slept during that time. He’d be extra crabby the next few weeks. Maybe he was apologizing in advance for that? “I hate to do this to you but I’m gonna need you to stay late until we start promotions. On days I’m not in the studio, like days where I’m doing a photo shoot or an interview, I’ll give you the day off to make up for it. So you’ll have a day off once or twice every couple of weeks until we start the jacket shooting and filming the music video, then it’ll be even more frequent. You’ll keep your weekends, I won’t take that from you. But starting tonight, I’m gonna need you here until ten.”

 You wanted to fucking scream. Instead, you let out a sigh and pulled your phone out to call your roommate. Chan looked on in confusion as your roommate answered the phone, you forcing him to maintain eye contact. “Hey. I know you said you wanted to cook for me tonight but I won’t be home until almost eleven. Can you just put my share in the microwave and I’ll heat it up when I get there?” He looked upset that he’d ruined your plans and he bowed his head as your roommate questioned you. “Yeah, they’re working on an album and it’s crunch time so he needs me here until ten for the next couple months. I’m sorry. Give Daisy kisses for me, yeah?” She let out a disappointed sigh as you hung up and Chan rubbed his neck awkwardly.

 “Hey, look, I’m really sorry. This comeback is different. If it weren’t for that I’d only ask you to stay until seven, which I know isn’t what you signed up for either.” He sighed and sat down at his desk, turning to face the monitor which displayed a track he was mixing just before you arrived. “On the bright side, you’ll get a fat check for it. The company gives time and a half for any overtime, as you know, and I will personally provide a bonus.”

 “Gee, you’re my boss, not my sugar daddy.” You teased as you settled in, knowing it would do no good to stay mad when you couldn’t leave for another five hours. You weren’t much younger than him so the two of you usually shared playful banter throughout the day. You let out a soft laugh but he didn’t laugh with you and you immediately thought you’d fucked up. “I’m sorry, I was just-“

 “I could be.” His voice was much lower than usual and your stomach filled with bats. Not butterflies, that was far too tame. Your stomach was full of bats, violently flapping their wings as they tried to escape. “I could easily give you anything you wanted in return for your…affections.” When you didn’t answer, he spun in his chair to face you. You could barely see him, he’d already switched off the overhead light in favor of the desk lamp beside his computer and the light behind him made it hard to see anything more than a silhouette. The room was filled with a warm glow but the fire he’d just started in your body was far warmer. “I see you staring at me, day in and day out. You can’t deny you find me attractive. I can see it now, written all over your face.”

 Somehow, you found your voice. “Well I’ve got eyes, haven’t I?” You quipped and he gave a disdainful laugh, the sound shooting straight to your pussy. You really needed to stop allowing yourself to enjoy being degraded. You took a steadying breath as you stood, shaking your head. “Mr. Bang, I do believe you’ve cracked open that special bottle of gin you call ‘motivation’ and mustered up a startling amount of courage. I will be taking my leave for another coffee run now.”

 You spun on the ball of your foot and started for the door. You barely had it open an inch when it was slammed back shut as Chan’s large hand splayed out over the dark surface, his arm by your head. You stepped to the side so you could turn to face him without bumping into him, fully intent on pushing him away, and the second you were facing him, his other hand slammed against the door. His head was hung low but the second he had you caged, he moved to look at you and you wanted to evaporate on the spot.

 His expression was dark and seductive, his tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek in annoyance. When your gaze met his, your face heated up and you couldn’t maintain eye contact this time, your head turning. “You’re not going anywhere. You’re paid to do what I tell you.”

 How was he doing this? He was normally just a sweetheart with a weird sense of humor. You’d seen fans online discussing him being a daddy dom type but you never put much stock into it. He seemed too normal. Yet here you were, trapped in his studio as his eyes devoured you like he was a starved man and you were the last crumb of food he could find.

 “Look at me.” You refused, shaking your head. You feared you’d do something that could cost you your job if you so much as glanced in his direction. This only served to irritate him further and the hand that had initially slammed the door shut harshly gripped your jaw, forcing you to turn your head towards him. “I said look at me.”

 You forced your eyes open against your better judgment and he smirked. You felt like you’d just opened a door you couldn’t hope to close as his strong hand wrapped around your neck. Your lashes fluttered at the way he held you against the door, your expression practically begging him to kiss you, and he almost scoffed at the pathetic sound you made. “What a whore.” He jeered and forcefully released you, stepping back. “Why don’t you go get that coffee, dearest?” His tone was scathing and it was obvious that he was playing some game of push and pull that you weren’t sure you wanted to be involved in.

 You needed no further convincing, quickly slipping out of the room and skittering down the hallway like a kicked puppy. You repeatedly pressed the elevator call button until the doors slid open and the second they closed behind you, you braced yourself against the wall. Your chest heaved as your head tipped back, the sound of your labored breathing mingling with the occasional ding of the elevator signaling your descent. What the hell had just happened and why were you so worked up over it?

 You took a few deep breaths as the elevator neared your desired floor, not wanting to be seen so flustered. You made your way to the little diner located on the ground floor of the building and went straight for the coffee bar. You made both your coffee and his absentmindedly, the memory of his expression bouncing around your skull and putting you in a daze. A trainee greeted you as he returned his dirty dishes and you gave a halfhearted response.

 You practically jumped out of your skin when you felt a large hand on your shoulder, almost spilling the coffee you’d just fixed. “Hey, calm down. It’s just me. Are you okay?” You turned to see Lee Minho staring at you with clear concern. He’d just come from one of the practice rooms if the sheen of sweat on his gorgeous face was any indication.

 “Uh- um- yeah I’m fine.” You lied, flashing him a smile. You were most definitely not fine. You weren’t sure if you were bothered by how wet you were or if you were bothered by how little time it took for Chan to get you that way, but you most definitely were not fine.

 And it seemed Minho could tell. “Stop lying. What did he do to you?” He crossed his arms and you shook your head. He raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow at you but you still refused to answer. Finally he rolled his eyes and plucked Chan’s coffee from your hands. “Clearly he did something to upset you. I’ll go talk to him and-“

 “No! No, it’s fine. I’m fine.” You took the coffee back and forced a smile. “I’m kinda stuck here for the next five hours anyways.” His confused expression encouraged you to explain a bit more. “He told me he needs me here until ten every night until you guys start promoting. Said this comeback is different so he’s gonna need me to put in overtime.”

 “That’s…utter bullshit, but okay.” He sighed and you nodded in agreement. “Sure, this one is different, we just gained a lot of popularity and it’s an extended album. But an extra five hours every night? That’s insane.”

 “I mean, at least I’m getting paid time and a half for my efforts?” You shrugged, trying to find the positive. You’d already found the positive, one of the hottest men in the industry - possibly the world - had just propositioned you, but that wasn’t the point. You let out a sigh and shook your head. “It’ll be fine. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to get this upstairs before it gets cold. It was nice seeing you.” You flashed a smile - genuine this time - and turned to leave, paying for the drinks on your way out.

 Your reprieve was far too short and you found yourself moving slowly as you made your way back to the studio. The click of your heels wasn’t nearly as purposeful as before, your gait indicating you weren’t prepared to see him. Why would you be? He’d just pinned you to the door and toyed with you. Your boss of all people!

 You tucked one of the drinks in your arm to free your hand and tapped on the door. He took longer to let you in this time but his expression was playful once more. “Which one’s mine?” He chirped as you walked past him, kicking your shoes off and taking your place on the sofa once more.

 “Here.” You held out his drink and he took it eagerly, his expression akin to that of a child on Christmas morning. The man loved his coffee. “You’re such a kid.” You chuckled softly and shook your head as he sat down and spun the chair back towards his desk, sipping happily on his coffee.

 You, being the coffee fiend you are, downed your drink in a matter of minutes. You disposed of the cup and just as you sat again, he called for you. “Something came unplugged under the desk. I’ll show you which one.” He said as he stood.

 Seriously? In a pencil skirt? You stifled an irritated groan and slid off the couch, onto your knees. You crawled under the desk and looked for the cord he was wiggling. You didn’t catch him staring at your ass but if you’d looked over your shoulder, you would’ve seen him practically drooling. You followed the cord to the end and saw it was still plugged in but not very securely so you fixed it. But before you could crawl back out from under his desk, Chan trapped you once again. “You’re too tense. You should loosen up a little. Have some fun.” He leaned back in his chair and smirked at you.

 “I have plenty of fun, thank you.” You spat and placed your hands on his knees, fully prepared to push him away from the desk. He quickly grabbed your wrists to stop you and you paused. Oh. He wasn’t just toying with you to work you up. He was an ornery bastard when he was horny, it seemed.

 “So show me what it’s like to have fun with you.” He didn’t seem as intimidating as before. He looked far more relaxed despite the tent in his pants that stood right in front of your face. “Don’t worry about being left hanging, I’m eager to return the favor.” His expression darkened and you gulped. There it was. If he said one more word using that tone, you’d break. “I bet your moans would sound so pretty hidden in a track…”

 You couldn’t keep your hands from moving. Despite his best efforts, neither could he, it seemed, because you broke free of his grasp and quickly popped the button of his dad jeans. That was another issue you had with him. He could wear some of the most questionable things and still look effortlessly sexy. Even the dad jeans looked amazing on him, clinging to his thighs in a way that made your mind go blank. You made quick work of the zipper too and looked up at him expectantly. This was not how you’d expected your overtime to be used.

 He lifted his hips for you and a moment later his pants were around his knees. He hissed as you wrapped your hand around his dick and your mouth watered. He was perfect. A thick eight inches that just barely fit in your hand, the tip the same dusky shade of pink as his lips, which were parted in anticipation. You wondered if he’d be the first man to punch your cervix. Ah I’m getting ahead of myself.

 “Look at me.” You parroted his words from before in a whisper, watching his jaw tick in annoyance at being told what to do as you tried not to let an evil grin take its place on your face. You couldn’t help it, you were irritated with him over how he’d handled things today. With his eyes locked on yours, you stuck your tongue out and teased the tip. He let out a sigh as your lips closed around the head, your tongue teasing the slit.

 “Just like that, baby girl…” he groaned, his hands holding your hair back from your face as you hollowed your cheeks. The name sent a thrill through you and you let out a soft whine against him before taking him as far as you comfortably could, earning a choked sound. “Fuck, baby, slow down..” he rasped, his head falling back as his eyes drifted shut.

 You refused, easing yourself further down and trying not to gag. That battle was lost when he gave a shallow thrust, the tip of his cock slipping down your throat. You swallowed several times to fight the gag but this only spurred him on, a series of low moans tumbling from his plump lips as he bucked his hips repeatedly. The sound scratched an itch in your brain you didn’t know existed.

 You pulled off a moment later, much to his dismay, gasping for air as you jerked him off. Your throat was gonna hurt so bad by morning. His moans pitched up ever so slightly as you gave him a squeeze, his grip forcing you back down on his cock. It wasn’t very far, he seemed to have some semblance of pity on your abused throat. “Fuck, baby girl, you’re fucking amazing..”

 The praise made you squirm, your thighs pressing together in a desperate attempt to get some sort of relief from the flood of arousal that washed over you. His words and the weight of his dick on your tongue were driving you up the wall in the best way possible. So you were visibly disappointed when he suddenly pulled you off. Damn your oral fixation. You let out a whine but he shushed you, his attention turning to the door.

 “Wait.” He ordered and pushed his chair across the tiny room, reaching out for the door. You frowned as you watched him, your annoyance not fading even when you realized he hadn’t locked the door. He was remedying that but you were frustrated at losing contact. You still didn’t get your way even as he came back to you. “Get up.”

 When you didn’t immediately move, he grabbed you by the shoulders and pulled you from under the desk, forcing you to stand. He stood with you, kicking the chair aside as he untucked your plain white blouse and began undoing the buttons one by one. At least he had the decency to do that instead of ripping your clothes off like you wanted him to do. Your own hands went behind your back to unzip your skirt but he quickly took your wrists in his hands, shaking his head. “Shouldn’t I get to unwrap my own present?” You shuddered at his tone and nodded slightly, unable to meet his gaze. “Good girl.”

 You whimpered at the name and watched a smirk settle on his face as he shoved your blouse down your arms and tossed it aside. He pulled you flush against him as his warm hands slid to your back. “Look at me.” You didn’t want to. You really didn’t want to. But your eyes met his almost instantly and his expression was smug as his fingers deftly unhooked your bra and tugged on the zipper of your skirt. In a matter of seconds, you were left in only your black thong.

 A complaint at his lack of nakedness was forming on the tip of your tongue when he squeezed your ass, earning a soft gasp. He didn’t seem like someone with a lot of experience based solely on the fact he’d been in the industry for over a decade so he played by the rules and rarely left his studio. But the way his capable hands began to knead your ass before sliding up to squeeze your hips was telling you he’d had his fair share of late night rendezvous. He spun with you in his arms and gently pushed you down on the sofa, leaving you desperate for his touch as he whipped his shirt off and shimmied the rest of the way out of his pants. He knew exactly how to wind you up.

 He was beautiful and it was hard not to stare, your eyes practically fucking him already. His low chuckle brought you back to yourself and your face heated up when he knelt in front of you. “Lean back.” Your body was now following every order as if on autopilot. You leaned back and let your head rest on the back of the couch, gasping when he snapped the waistband of your panties against your skin.

 He didn’t pull them off just yet, much to your dismay, instead dragging a finger over the wet patch. He pushed your legs up so your heels rested just on the edge of the couch and began to trail sloppy kisses along the insides of your thighs. You felt his palms smoothing over the backs of your thighs before his thumb began tracing circles over your sopping pussy, his free hand kneading your ass once more. He continued to toy with you until he was satisfied with how strung out you were, finally pulling your panties to the side and blowing on you. You let out a shaky breath, eyes half-lidded as you met his gaze with anticipation.

 When his tongue met your pussy, you let out a soft sigh. Finally. You bit your lip as he began to flick his tongue back and forth over your clit, further working you up until his lips encased the bundle of nerves and he sucked. You mewled at the sensation and your eyes slipped shut as your hands tangled in his hair. It was softer than you’d imagined considering all the bleach he’d endured. In the back of your mind, you knew you shouldn’t be doing this considering the power dynamic. He was your boss. But fuck he knew how to eat pussy.

 Despite your eyes being squeezed shut, you were seeing stars. He was alternating between sucking on your clit and rolling his tongue against it in a way that made the fire under your skin burn even hotter. Your moans were high and breathy as you bucked against his face.

 “Chan-“ your voice was a desperate moan as you called his name, squirming against him as his large, veiny hands held your hips in place. Your eyes flew open and you immediately looked down at him when he pulled away, a soft cry of protest slipping out before you could contain it. Why did he stop? His jaw ticked in annoyance and your pussy clenched around nothing at the sight as he stared up at you disdainfully. “Chan, why’d-“

 “Daddy.” He corrected, his stern voice sending a tingle of pleasure down your spine. “When I’m fucking you, you don’t get to call me Chan. You call me daddy. Understood?” He swatted your thigh and you whimpered, nodding quickly. The implication that this wasn’t a one off event wasn’t missed and you sucked your bottom lip between your teeth at the thought. He slapped your sensitive skin again when you didn’t speak up and your body jolted. “Words, baby girl. Do you understand?”

 “Y-yes, daddy…” you whispered and he flashed a mocking smile at you, just barely satisfied with your answer. He moved to dive back between your legs but you tugged at his hair to stop him, instinctively calling out his title. He looked back up at you and raised an eyebrow even as his lips reconnected with your sopping heat, repeatedly kissing there. He was making it damn near impossible to protest. “Please just fuck me, daddy..” you whined, barely able to get the words out due to him mouthing at your pussy.

 “I think that’s the best idea you’ve had all night, baby.” He sneered, straightening himself and pulling your panties off. You barely had time to blink before your legs were resting on his shoulders as he stood on his knees. You tried to shimmy yourself down onto his cock but he pulled his hips back. “Tell me, babydoll, are you always this fucking desperate?” He taunted and you whimpered.

 “Maybe, maybe not. I guess you’ll have to find out.” You huffed, not willing to give a straight answer. You didn’t think about the fact you’d just invited him to continue toying with you like this for the foreseeable future.

 “I fully intend to. And I’m gonna see to it that your desperation is directed at me from here on. I’m going to own every cell of your body and you’re going to remember this for months. You’re going to dream about my hands all over your body and the way I fill you up just right. You’ll want to be nothing more than my possession. You’re going to enter this studio wondering when you can be mine again, on edge every time I look at you. And I’m going to toy with you like some sick game of cat and mouse every chance I get. So that the next time I touch you, you’ll fall apart at the seams and beg me to put you back together.”

 Holy shit. His words were delivered in a tone so demeaning you felt like melting into the sofa as the fire under your skin seemed to reignite with a vengeance. You were lost for words but he didn’t give you a chance to form a coherent thought anyways. He was already shoving his cock into you, stretching and filling you in a way you’d never felt before. He was definitely going to be the first man to punch your cervix.

 “Fucking hell, baby..” he groaned, his head falling back and giving you the perfect view of his jaw. You wanted nothing more than to suck hickeys into the column of his throat. His neck was just so thick and you wanted to bite him. “You’re so tight like this…” he praised, his head coming back down and turning just enough for his lips to meet your calves. It seemed your desire to bite was mutual because his teeth raked over your skin a moment later and you keened.

 “Daddy, please-“ you begged, your voice merely a whisper. You didn’t know what you were begging for, you just knew you needed to beg for anything he’d give you. He didn’t give you a moment to adjust to his size, he simply set a torturously slow pace. The drag of his cock was almost unbearable with how deliberately slow he was being and you found yourself trying to meet his thrusts, needing more of the delicious sensation.

 “Look at you, already begging like a good little slut.” You knew he was making fun of you but praise was praise even if it was backhanded and you couldn’t dream of stifling the moan he drew out. “Maybe you do know how to be a good girl instead of a dumb little fuck hole.” You wanted him to keep talking down to you and he seemed to know this. “I don’t hold much hope in that though. You can’t even string together a few words for me and I haven’t even started fucking you dumb yet.”

 “Please do.” You moaned, jolting when he slapped your ass. He gave you a pointed glare and you realized your mistake. “Please fuck me dumb, daddy, I need it!” You wailed, grateful for the soundproof walls. If it weren’t for that, anyone left in the building would know exactly what Chan was doing to you.

 The change in pace made your toes curl and you felt your whole body burning up from the inside. The way his dick abused your cervix was giving you delicious pangs of pain. Your back arched as he slammed into you and you let out a feeble cry when your shifting gave him the perfect angle. It was all downhill from there, Chan degrading you as you babbled on about how good it felt. You could feel the coil in the pit of your belly winding tighter with each thrust and you whimpered out some sort of warning but he slapped your ass, the harsh blow eliciting a soft cry. “I already told you to use your words.” His voice was far more strained than before as he hammered into you and you wondered just how close he was.

 “Daddy, please- I’m so close- ‘m gonna cum, please lemme cum, daddy-“ you sobbed, tears you didn’t know you had finally spilling over. He didn’t speak, he simply held steady in his pace and took your hands in his. You felt so small and delicate when he did that, like he was afraid of breaking you while he guided you through your orgasm. Wave after wave of white-hot pleasure crashed over you, your body shaking from the force of it. Your voice came out as a choked sob rather than a moan and you felt like you were ascending.

 Chan didn’t ask where you wanted it, he couldn’t have hoped to last through your orgasm anyway with the way you squeezed him. His hips slowed as he let out a groan much higher-pitched than you’d anticipated. Your mind went as numb as your legs as his cum filled you to the brim, leaking out when he pulled out. You shuddered at the feeling and slumped back on the sofa, panting and trying to stop your tears. You wanted to cry harder when he let go of your hands.

 Warm hands gently lowered your legs before wiping your cheeks. His touch was feather-light as he tried to dry your tears. It was a stark contrast to the way he’d just used you and it seemed to sooth you. You peeked out for only a moment before closing your eyes again when you saw how close he was. His lips met your forehead and you forced yourself to take a deep breath. “You’re such a good girl, y/n. You did amazing.” He whispered, his thumbs brushing back and forth over your cheekbones.

 You felt him move away and opened your eyes, pouting at him. He gave a halfhearted laugh at your expression and pulled you towards him, moving so he was on the sofa and you were sat sideways on his lap. “I’m sorry if I came on too strong.” His voice was barely above a whisper as he urged you to lean into him. You didn’t need to be told twice, immediately laying your head on his muscular shoulder and tucking your face in his neck. “Are you okay? That was pretty intense…”

 You nodded and he let out a sigh of relief. “I like intense…” you mumbled against his neck. “I didn’t expect intense from you of all people but I liked it.” You assured him, definitely inflating his ego. But then you remembered something he said and you couldn’t stop the teasing smile that settled on your face. “Did you get everything you needed for the track?”

 He laughed harder than you’d expected and tightened his arms around you. “Maybe, maybe not. I guess you’ll have to find out.” He copied your previous words in a playfully mocking tone. Basking in the afterglow with Chan was different from anything you’d ever experienced. He was so attentive and warm. After a few minutes of comfortable silence, your fingers tracing lines and shapes on his chest while he ran his veiny hands up and down your back, he spoke. “I hope you know I wasn’t just using you. That this wasn’t some sick power play.”

 “I know.” You whispered, kissing his jaw. “I’ve worked with you long enough to know you’re not like that. If I’d genuinely not wanted to do this, things wouldn’t have changed. Maybe it would’ve been kinda awkward for the next couple of days after the whole ‘I could be your sugar daddy’ thing, but you know when to stop.” You let out a content sigh and pulled back to look up at him. “You were right though. I definitely am gonna be on edge every time I step in this studio.” You chuckled softly as you looked up at him.

 “I just realized something.” He gave a huff of disdainful laughter as the thought hit him. For a moment you thought he was going to toy with you again but you realized quickly that he was mocking himself. “I did all that to you but didn’t even kiss those pretty lips.” His tone was far different from the disbelief that made itself known a moment before. He was bordering on coquettish as the playful gleam returned to his eyes, his lips curling into a half smile. Your cheeks flushed a soft pink at the blatant flirting and you whined as you ducked your head back into his neck but he pulled you back. “Can I?”

 You gave the tiniest of nods, flustered once more by the switch in his personality. How was he so smooth in every situation? Every thought you had, fled your mind the second his lips touched yours. His hand tangled in your hair as he sucked gently on your bottom lip, drawing a soft gasp from you. No one had kissed you like that before. You were reluctant to let him break the kiss but he pressed his forehead to yours as you both caught your breath. Both of you wore tiny smiles as if you shared the biggest secret, his fingers lightly massaging your scalp as your breath mingled with his.

 You were falling in love with your boss. It would be a mess of red tape later but for now, you’d just enjoy his affection.

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