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fountainpenguin · 10 months

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"It lives in a world where feelings cannot be defined by words. Oh, set me free from my jealousy..."

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New Factor It In chapter today!

Chapter 2 - “Tree Diagram”

Read on FFN || Read on AO3

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It's WordGirl and Huggy vs. the mind-controlled Kid Math and an army of Tobey's robots downtown... Meanwhile, Victor and Victoria watch from a safe distance. Wow. Being a superhero sure seems like it would be the best...

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

Tree Diagram

.:: January 3rd - Saturday ::.

"All that is possible can be made probable once plans have been prepared."

(Ancient Hexagon proverb)

➕ ➖ ✖️ ➗

Psst! Look for the words civilian and resilient

Where we left off, WordGirl and Captain Huggyface were in the midst of a grueling fight against Tobey's robots and a mind-controlled Kid Math, courtesy of Mr. Big…

Even gentle snowflakes can feel like spikes of hail when you hurtle through them at Mach 4. They lash her cheeks and bite her eyelids. WordGirl plows through them anyway, one hand up to block at least one of her cheeks. It helps. A little. She's resilient either way.

She veers up from her comet-like charge and floats like a sparking star in the empty space. She plants herself in front of both Mr. Big and Tobey. Her whiplash arrival makes the former flail his arms in shock and the latter cry her name. WordGirl shakes her head, ignoring both, and floats a little closer to the man on the taller building.

"All right, Mr. Big! We can either do this the 'cheap and easy' way, or the 'hard and insurance paperwork' way. Now, stop mind controlling my friend and leave this city alone!"

Mr. Big takes one look at her and jabs a finger at the remote in his hand. Behind him, a bespectacled superhero kid bursts skyward with the husk of a giant robot lifted above his head. He's wearing cyan blue. White gloves. White boots. A yellow belt wraps around his waist, fastening with a hexagon buckle at his stomach. A single green light on that buckle blinks on and off.

The robot groans, flailing its limbs. One foot narrowly misses Tobey on the bakery's three-tiered roof. Its smacking hand almost whacks Mr. Big clean off the ambiguous building. Huggy shrieks, squeezing her neck. WordGirl chokes on a gasp, then steadies her balance in the air. There he is. And even from here, super-hearing or no super-hearing, she can hear Kid Math mutter the same mantra over and over under his breath: "Destroy competition. Construct new billboards. Destroy competition. Construct new billboards…"

"MY ROBOT!" Tobey wails, drawing his hands down his cheeks. "Number 14!"

"All right… Huggy, make a note: add Mr. Big to the list of villains we should never again leave Kid Math to handle alone. At… least not if we're across town instead of enjoying a conveniently placed picnic nearby with our binoculars in hand."

He squeals agreement, wrapping his arms and legs around her torso. Right. Back to business. WordGirl punches her hand into her open palm, thinning her eyes to slits.

"Okay, Kid Math! This chaos is way out of line. Your fractured reality is about to get simplified."

Does that even make sense? Math puns aren't her thing. She can define every word with the gossamer touch of a fairy princess, but that doesn't mean she understands the full complexities of equations and numbers the way he does. Her mind blurs after about 12. Kid Math stares back at her, all glaze-eyed and ghostly.

Then he arches his back and hurls the massive robot directly at her. "WHOA!" she yelps, and twists her flight pattern like a snake. Huggy squeezes with both arms and both legs. The robot (or what's left of it) cannonballs right past them. It plows through an empty parking lot outside a squid-themed restaurant- the one that doesn't serve seafood at all. WordGirl winces. Oops. Probably should have caught that… Tobey screams distress from the roof of the three-tiered bakery, clawing his fingers down his cheeks. Something about a partnership betrayed, and Mr. Big all but confirms this when he yells back from the neighboring rooftop, "My mistake, Theodore! I can't choose what he wants to throw!"

"Number 14…"

Kid Math twitches in the sky, his hands empty but his body still tense and looking for a fight. WordGirl keeps her eyes locked on his face. They can both fly at lightning-fast speed (well… thunder-fast), and dodging him will be a lot easier if he signals a move before he makes it. Thus far, she'd chased her wayward understudy - not that she'd ever tell him he was sort of like her understudy - from the bank to the park to the steakhouse and around through the loop again. Right from the start, it was obvious something was going on with him. His paths were too direct for him to pass as the real Kid Math, because this mind-controlled puppet version of her friend charged straight from Point A to Point B without taking thermal updrafts and wind resistance into the equation. Absolutely ineffective. Totally unlike him.

And of course, the Kid Math she'd come to know over the past four months wouldn't just be flying around destroying billboards and things either.

Or, uh… At least he isn't that destructive MOST of the time. WordGirl winces at the memory of a furious, flush-cheeked Kid Math punching a street sign hard enough to send it crashing through a window. He didn't mean to do that. He just didn't know his own strength yet.

Well, okay. As much as she hates admitting it, maybe she is being a little quick to grant him that benefit of the doubt… Even yesterday, Kid Math (in the guise of 8-year-old Rex Pemdas: the innocent, newly-enrolled 3rd-grade student of Woodview Elementary) had rambled to her on the way to the jewelry store that he had a plan to help the city "go green" before Earth Day rolled around in spring. His plan had involved "relocating" more than a handful of skyscrapers, and he'd been stubbornly reluctant to take "No" for an answer.

"Destroy competition. Construct new billboards. Destroy competition…"

Why she'd even escorted him to the jewelry store was another story altogether, and one that involved Invisi-Bill tackling his first solo crime since WordGirl had met him. The thin excuse to her brother TJ and tagalong Johnson had been "Rex wanted to check out the shiny doorknobs at the library and we need to run really fast to make sure we get there before it rains," to which TJ had rolled his eyes and snarked that Becky probably just wanted to get Rex hooked on Princess Triana novels. He and Johnson had wished their new friend good luck. They sprinted off, and Invisi-Bill had actually made it pretty far down the street before Kid Math had zeroed in on his whistling and-

A dot of green blinks in the center of her vision, snapping her focus back to the battle at hand. Aha! Something they can use. WordGirl blasts forward, arms extended, with her eyes locked on that little flashing dot. Now we're getting somewhere…

[Cnt'd on FFN / AO3 - Links at top]

#WordGirl #Factor It In #ridwriting #Grammar queen #Arithmetic Lad #Bot building boy #Second Best kid #apparently art #Satirical vocab alien child show #LexiHexa duo #Space monkey #Huggy is harder to draw than I thought #fic announcement

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melk917 · 2 years

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Should've Made a Pastry Part 2 (preview)

Cheering myself up from a terrible work situation by posting a little sneak peak at the next part... don't worry, it gets a lot filthier than this... 😏

Days turned to weeks and time passed without further mention of that particular fantasy. It seemed to fade to the background as life took over in the lead up to the holidays, neither of you bringing it up again in such vivid detail. Though, it was never far from your mind… or Rafael’s.

In fact, it had become a bit of a problem for Rafael. It was as though, by acknowledging the fantasy out loud, it was made into a real, tangible thing, tension present in every interaction. Every glance, every “Am I right, counselor?” took on new meaning, and Rafael couldn’t even look in Carisi’s direction without blushing. He compensated by being even more brusque than usual, cutting down the detective with harsh remarks every time he leaned in.

But much to Rafael’s dismay, it didn’t seem to deter the younger man. If anything, it made him even more eager for validation, more eager for acknowledgment. And it was how he found himself trapped in this current situation.

The squad had posted up in Rafael’s office, bringing a stack of files they had been going through for their most recent case. Rafael was making a conscious effort to maintain eye contact with Olivia as she enumerated the details of the victim’s statement, doing his best to ignore where Carisi was perched against the conference table, long legs spread wide, arms crossed as he twisted to the side to peer at the plate of cookies Rafael had laid out for his own consumption.

Rafael thought he was doing pretty well, too. He was focused on the case and not fleeting thoughts of you pressing against his back as Carisi tugged him forwards to stand in the V of his spread legs, trapping him between the two of you.

At least he was until Carisi let out an obscene moan, drawing everyone’s attention. He had a half eaten cookie from the plate in his hand, eyes shut tight in pleasure as he chewed. He made another small noise as his tongue flicked out to pick up the crumbs, drawing Rafael’s eye to his full lips, making him groan internally as he flashed back to you wondering if Carisi had sucked dick before.

No evidence either way, but Rafael had a sudden vivid image of what he might look like, lips stretched thin around his cock, as Carisi took another bite of the cookie.

“Do you need a moment, detective? Should we leave you alone with the plate there?” Rafael was gruff, short, and shifting his hips to hide that maybe he wasn’t unaffected.

Carisi flushed a bit and ducked his head sheepishly. “Sorry, Counselor. Just… wow, where did you get these? They’re almost better than my nonna’s and I didn’t think you could get pizzelle like that in a store.”

He shoved the last of the cookie in his hand in his mouth, already reaching for another from the plate.

Carisi’s enthusiasm had drawn Fin and Amanda over as well, and they were peering down at the snowflake-shaped cookies with great curiosity.

Rafael rubbed his hands up and down his thighs as Carisi took another big bite and held the plate up, wiggling it under Amanda’s nose in encouragement. “They’re not from the store, I brought them from home.”

Carisi made a noise of surprise as he swallowed his latest bite. “Oh, man, really? That’s gotta be great, living with someone who bakes…you gotta get her to bring them to the holiday party. I’ll make my nonna’s version and we can compare.”

Rafael frowned slightly. “I’m not volunteering someone else’s time to feed your sugar cravings, Carisi.”

As disapproving as he tried to make it sound though, he knew you’d jump at the opportunity to prove you were the better baker. And if it encouraged the rapturous look on Carisi’s face as he shoved another cookie in his mouth, Rafael was pretty sure you’d do it just to hold it over him, teasing until he was hard and begging.

Before he could make up his mind if that made it better or not, Carisi interrupted again.

“I’ll ask her then, Counselor. Just lemme try? We gotta compare. I promise—I’ll bring the goods, and it’ll blow your mind.”

Rafael choked slightly, but Carisi looked totally guileless, not even a twitch to indicate if he knew how his promise sounded.

It was Amanda who intervened in the end, brushing crumbs from her own half eaten cookie off her jacket and shrugging. “I mean, I’d eat more of these.”

Carisi beamed. “Awesome. I promise, counselor, you won’t be disappointed in this Carisi specialty.”

Rafael groaned internally. Carisi specialty goods indeed. You would never let this go.

#rafael barba #sonny carisi #law and order svu #law and order svu fic #fic preview because MK is stressed #rafael barba x reader #rafael barba x sonny carisi #rafael barba x reader x sonny carisi

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binniesthighs · 3 years

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❀on a summer’s eve | reader x hyunjin | ❀

or, a sequel to on a winter’s day

Pairing: self insert, female reader x hwang hyunjin

Genre: the fluffiest smut

Tags: confident!reader, shy!hyunjin, dancer au, college au, softnsubby!hyunjin, dom!reader, fluffy established relationship, comfort fic, slow-ish burn, popsicle/temperature play, face sitting, orgasm denial, oral (m & f receiving), choking, nipple play, dressin’ up hj like the pretty boy he is, praising, unprotected sex (be safe loves!), cockwarming

Word count: 5k

There are many things about Hyunjin that seem like they must be too good to be true. Often, you’d find a chuckle slipping past your lips thinking about how you must’ve done something world saving in your past life to deserve someone as unbelievable as him.

Gone were the days when you would plead for him to stay just a little while longer so you could savor just a couple more moments with him. Now, he was all yours. The nuisances of your feelings for him had dissipated like the little snowflakes that would melt into his skin.

“I want to stay with you like this forever.”

Hyunjin would draw little pictures into your skin when you would hold him in your arms. It was otherworldly how his bare body felt against yours as your limbs would be woven into the thin sheets of your bed. The two of you would wonder at the glow stars on your ceiling as if they were real constellations, and he would tell you every little thing about his day, or the songs that he wanted you to listen to.

During the cold months, he promised you that he would take you to see the real stars, not just the inkling of them that you could barely see due to the city’s glow. Hyunjin would actually make dozens of promises to you, so many, that you had lost track:

I promise to never miss you dance

I promise to share everything with you

I promise to hold you as tight as I can

I promise to keep you company when you are sad

I promise to hold your hand when it’s cold, and when it’s warm

I promise to take you to the sea

I promise to take you to the stars

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Hyunjin’s silvery blonde hair whipped at the slide of his face, getting little strands stuck in his mouth. Every once and a while you would hear him make little pah pah pah sounds to get it unstuck from his lips. It was partly his fault: he was the one that wanted the car window open. To your right, the great expanse of the sea stretched for as far as your eyes could fathom, and the foamy waves bubbled at the shore. It had been years since you had consumed the ocean’s aquamarine color.

The summer warmth kissed your skin as you outstretched your hand out from the window to wave your hand in the airstream. The outline of our hand traced the shimmering waves, pretending that you had become one with them.

You rested your chin on the windowsill, feeling Hyunjin’s hand reach out to you and squeeze your thigh. From the corner of your eye, you knew that he must have been smiling. His long fingers interlaced with yours and he pulled your hand to dote a tiny kiss on it.

“This has to be my favorite place!!” Hyunjin raised his voice over the wind. “Do you like it?”

“I love it!!!” you rang both of your hands in the air, motioning to the gorgeous scenery in front of you: it was the perfect little sea-town hugging the coast, built a little to hills which were adorned with blooming wildflowers and the greenest trees.

“I can’t wait to share it all with you.” His adorable little smile shone back rivaling warmth of the setting sun.

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The waves were loudest in your ears once you had reached the beach with gravel crackling under the tires. Seeing as it was nearly dinner time, the beach had cleared out slightly, leaving only a few beach-goers with their rainbow umbrellas and neon colored folding chairs. In front of you was the most breathtaking sunset that you had likely seen in all of your life: it appeared to be so impossibly real that you surmised that your brain tricked you into thinking you had dreamt it into reality.

“wow.” you gasped.

For being one that loved hearing the sound of your voice, there were often times when you were left speechless, and when you were, you would never forget.

Your fingers reached out to the glass of the windshield, following the way that the sky faded from sapphire blue, to azure, to burnt orange and red, then to pure white and yellow. A stripe of the sunset reflected upon the horizon that sparkled.

“Are you ready?” Hyunjin tucked a rogue strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Mmhm.”

ding-ding-ding went the opened car doors.

Hyunjin slicked his sweating roots under a cap, then grabbed out his camera. The humidity that rolled of the ocean flooded your pores and made your whole body swell with warmth. Your boyfriend fiddled with his camera settings with the sunset behind him, and you thought to yourself for the millionth time: he really was pure art.

His sleeveless shirt flapped at his sides where he held your hand and the heat from both of your bodies intertwined as you padded though the burning sand. You couldn’t remember the last time that you had felt the sand between your toes.

“Is it okay if I can take pictures of you?” Hyunjin shyly asked, squeezing your hand.

“Of course you can.” you allowed. “But! You have to let me take pictures of you as well! That’s my condition.”

Hyunjin groaned a little in retaliation. “You know that I don’t like--”

“--Jinnie, trust me, if you were in my head, you’d know how much I’m loosing my mind over how gorgeous you look here.”

“Nooo...I don’t think so--”

“I mean it!! Would you please let me show you?”

Hyunjin worriedly crossed his brows.

If only he knew what a fool for him you were.

With little warning, you launched yourself into his arms, nearly tackling the both of you to the ground.

“Hwang Hyunjin you are the prettiest boy that ever lived!! And I love youuuuuu!!”

Your boyfriend’s flushed face wrinkled into a smile and the little smile lines around his nose made your favorite appearance.

He laughed out, “And I love you tooooo!!!” then gave a peck to your forehead. “Fine, you can take pictures of me...but can we just keep them to ourselves?”

“Oookay then, if that’s what you would like.”

Tenderly, he cradled your face in his hands, holding your eyes with his own, then pressed his forehead to yours.

“Thank you for being my safe place.”

His whispers faded into the sound of the ebbing waves.

The setting sun warms your whole body when he leans in to kiss you with lips parted slightly. You must have kissed him hundreds of times, but it never changed. Each kiss with him was like the first: as if he cared for nothing else in the world, only you. When the two of you became one like this, you felt whole; bathed in the sense of utter peace that he would give to you. He found himself in you, pouring his love in every one of his fluttering kisses, and you would give it back, telling him wordlessly that he made up your world.

Hyunjin’s tongue slowly tested your bottom lip, eliciting a tiny squeak from your mouth, barely audible.

“Shouldn’t we save that for later?” You giggled into him.

He returned with an embarrassed little smirk to you. “I just...wanted to kiss you somewhere beautiful.”

You snuck your hand between the two of you, stealthily grasping the camera strap that hung loosely around his neck.

“I wanna go first!!

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Hyunjin tugged you out to the ocean, closer and closer until your feet sunk into the sand underneath you. By now, the red sun was nearly fully set into the horizon, and the two of you stood soaking up the last bits of its essence.

You slung your arm around Hyunjin’s waist, gripping hard. “Well, we’re getting in aren’t we??”

“We’re what?!”

“I hope you don’t mind getting wet!!”

The blonde boy stumbled after feeling your hand grasp around his wrist to pull him into the water.

“Wait wait wait!!!” He yelped with wide eyes. “My-my clothes?!”

You stomped into the white crests, splattering droplets all over your jean shorts. “There’s towels in the car!”

The deeper you got, the more shocked Hyunjin became, and only held tighter to your hand.

“Come on,” you hushed, “I promise I won’t let go ‘Jinnie.”

Your boyfriend adorably gulped, following your steps until the water adhered the fabric of his clothes to his body. Of course, you pretended not to notice how they hugged him, but this was no easy task.

“It’s not as cold as I thought it would be.” Hyunjin nervously laughed out.

The two of you walked on, at least until you were able to stand with the water draping over your shoulders. For a couple moments, you simply stood, letting the waves pass by you and the current suspend your bodies. He had wrapped his arms around you, holding on tight light you might float away.

“Thank you for bringing me here.” Your pruned fingers ran up and down his arms.

He sighed out with a tiny smile, “I had to keep my promise.”

“Can we...kiss again? I think it’s--ya know--really beautiful here too.”

Hyunjin answered you by pulling you into his body and angling the back of your neck up to meet his lips. It was a little hypnotic even, feeling so lightheaded from his affectionate kisses and the water bobbing your bodies up and down lightly. Something about it all gave you goosebumps. Hyunjin’s lips tasted very faintly of the sea salt while he pressed smiling gifts upon yours.

Distantly, you thought that you had heard the shriek of a seagull, but it turned out to be something much different:

“Ewwww MOM they’re kissing!!!”

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Hyunjin would go on to fulfill another promise to you that evening when he suggested that the two of you eat dinner outside: out in the little garden that looked as if it hadn’t been tended to in years, but still held some kind of whimsical magic to it. In many ways, how the weeds and mosses would cover the stone pathways and underbrush made it appear forest-like.

The garden wasn’t the largest, and held no more than a couple flowering bushes, some lanterns and a well-loved hammock. As he grilled the vegetables for you both, he told you to sit back and just...look up.

Dawn had faded into night, and blanket of darkness consumed the sky. However, it wasn’t desolate in the slightest, but rather was splashed with the most magnificent array of twinkling white stars. In the opaque city sky, you hadn’t ever seen them as brilliant.

Hyunjin rocked you back and forth on the hammock, arm wrapped around your shoulder while you admired them together.

“Miss the glow stars?” He breathed out a teasing chuckle.

“-Nah, this puts them to shame.”

“I wish we could always see them like this.”

A contented silence filled between you, and your eyes traced the shapes in the sky trying to make out the constellations that you knew.

“I think you’re making this my favorite place, Hyunjin.”

He giggled, “I haven’t even shown you my favorite part.”

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“I actually...you’re the first one who I’ve ever shown this.” Hyunjin fiddled with the door handle at the end of the hallway, poking a key into the lock which was tied around a red string.

“Huh, this feels a little familiar right? You hiding some kind of colossal mess in there like when I showed you my apartment for the first time?”

He tittered sweetly, “No, it’s not like that.”

“Ahhh come on, I’m dying to know!!”

At last, he swung the door open with a creak, revealing the pitch black room. He flung the light switch on.

“When we would come visit here over the summers, this room was all for me.”

Hyunjin’s voice echoed and bounced off the walls of the nearly entirely empty room. It was furniture-less, save for one corner which stored a velvety and cushy looking chair on a circular rug. A little basket next to the chair held a couple children’s books. There was yellow sticky-tack that had bled into the paper of the crayon-pictures that dressed the walls nearby the chair.

“Did you...draw these?”

“Mm-yeah, a long, long time ago...I know, I know, they’re super cringey.”

“No, I think that they’re super cute.”

“...thanks.” He blushed.

“So was this like your playroom or something?”

“Yeah, kinda like that.”

“How come it’s so...empty?”

Hyunjin looked out past you, to the windows on the opposite wall. The giant glass panels ran from floor to ceiling, and you could see nearly the whole sea-town from where his summer home was situated on a hill. The yellow glow of lights form other homes flowed down the hillside like a collection of fireflies. Further out, the crescent moon illuminated the ocean.

From the light of the room contrasting with the evening’s darkness, the windows appeared mirror-like.

Then, you knew.

“Is this...where you would dance?”

He nodded solemnly.

“I think I figured out that I wanted to be a dancer here. I would look out there at night, and there was something deep down inside me that just knew. Before I even knew how to dance, I would sorta just, move around in here, listen to music. It’s kind of...embarrassing--”

“--No! No, it’s not! I think, I think that it’s beautiful. Don’t feel embarrassed.”

Hyunjin tangled his fingers among yours, “Can I dance for you?”

“Yes. Of course.” You smoothed down a couple silvery strands.

“Okay.”

First, he tore off his cotton tee.

“Woah there!!!” In your surprise, your eyes greedily ate him up as you stifled your laughter. “I thought you were dancing, not stripping.”

Your boyfriend impatiently rolled his eyes at you. “It’s part of the dance.”

“Ahhhhh.”

“You’ll see.”

He set to work finding the song on his phone, and you pretended to be heavily invested in your strawberry popsicle you had brought along. It was your own fault that you stung your teeth trying to take a bite, realizing that Hyunjin’s bare chest was just a little too distracting.

He kicked off his slippers, saying, “This is the one I’ve been telling you about, the one that I’ve been choreographing for a while.”

“M’kay!” You huddled down into the chair to fold up your body, now getting hotter by the second. Two more strawberry licks and you hoped to cool down.

“It isn’t finished yet...so...”

“Go ahead! I’m sure that it’ll be amazing.”

Hyunjin let out a determined little huff before inhaling deeply and flaring up every muscle on his sculpted chest. The music began to play, then his expression dropped to dead serious, just as it would every time he would start his movements. There was nothing but pristine focus in his brown eyes.

It was nothing new to you, but every time that Hyunjin would dance for you, it was like you were seeing him do it for the first time. After all, his dancing was one of the things that made you fall in love with him in the first place.

He had a way of turning himself into the music. It was like he was no longer human, but fluid water, leaves in the wind, snowflakes wafting in streetlights. The inhuman way that he would tense every muscle in his body to lift himself from the ground almost like a sparrow was utterly breathtaking.

Hyunjin’s bare feet hit the floor with a thud as he spun himself around, and his sharp inhales met each beat. The song didn’t have any lyrics, but it was as if his body was filling the room with words; telling a story with his body.

Two drips from your nearly uneaten popsicle waterfalled down your hand. Conversely, two drips of sweat fell down Hyunjin’s body where he finished his dance curled into a ball against the floor. The room was filled with silence and his shallow breaths.

“Hyunjin...oh my god, that was...”

“I know, it’s really rough, I’m still working out the middle part--”

“--I-its unbelievable! I-I mean, you’re unbelievable!”

“Really?”

“Yes! Really.” You rose to attack his sweating body with the biggest hug you could manage with one hand holding your cold treat. “You always take my breath away when you do that.”

“You liked it that much?”

“Would I lie? God, I don’t have a clue how you do it.”

“I just...practice.”

You lead him over to the velvety chair. “Tell me about it. What does it mean?”

“Well, I was thinking it’s about breaking through what makes you vulnerable and insecure, and trying to find yourself when you aren’t sure who you are. Did you...get that?”

Truthfully, he had lost you a little bit. What was more preoccupying was how enraptured he looked reflecting on something so personal to him.

“That’s so beautiful ‘Jin.” Your fingers framed his face with a subtle brush.

“Hm-thank you.” He nuzzled into your hand.

The urge to be as close to him as possible to him was suffocating, so you let your body lead your actions before your mind did: straddling him where he sat to circle your arms around him tight. He let out a little surprised “oh!” but held you back just as tight. You needed nothing more than for him to hold you like that for just a little while.

Two more red, syrupy drips, fell down your wrist.

“Y/n?”

“Hm?”

“Can I please have you tonight? You can do whatever you want to me, I just...want you.”

“Oh, Jinnie...”

He knew all he had to do was say please.

“I wanna be...close.”

You granted him the taste of strawberry on your lips, filling his wanton mouth with your answer. Your thumb rubbed into his cheek, where you felt one of his tears wet your skin.

“Why are you crying my love?”

He sniffled, “Because I’m so happy.” he giggled quietly, “I never thought that I would share this place with someone that I care for so much.”

You blinked back tears of your own. “I promise to take care of you always Hyunjin, and to always make you happy, ’kay?”

His needy fingertips dug into our hips, and you involuntarily found yourself grinding into his lap. You both sniffled a little more, but found comfort back by the corners of each other’s mouths.

“You-you can use me...however you want.” Hyunjin moaned prettily into your mouth.

The heat from your clit became overwhelming as you rubbed into his growing hard-on.

“Okay my love. I’ll do that.”

The cold of your popsicle in your hand fed miraculous little ideas into your head.

“Let’s take these pants off, alright?” Hyunjin nodded, hastily unbuttoning his linen pants.

You took two fat licks up the red length of your freezing popsicle, not breaking contact with his eyes. Just to make him whine, you flicked your tongue over the tip of the sweet treat, just like you would do to him. You used your free hand to palm at his bulge, sucking in as deep as you could down your popsicle.

“You want my mouth, pretty boy?”

“Y-yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes please.”

You let your hand trace down his gorgeously thick inner thigh to take your position between his legs, kneeling on the carpet. The tips of your fingers hooked under his waistband, tearing off his briefs. Nearly as pink as your stained tongue, his marvelously long dick twitched in his anticipation then shaky breaths quaked in his chest. With one hand, you tugged at his length rubbing his own pre-cum over his tip.

“Fuck, you’re so cute.”

Hyunjin’s biceps flared as he searched for something to grab onto to steady himself, settling one in your hair, and the other digging little crescents into the skin of his pearly thigh. You switched to give more attention to the popsicle, licking at it agonizingly slow all for him to watch.

“You’d like it like this, wouldn’t you?”

“Mmhm.” He whined with a little shake of his hips. “Please.”

“Okay, you deserve it.”

Streams of strawberry juice fell down your hand as you lent your mouth to his neglected cock, then you traced your freezing tongue up and down the skin. Hyunjin gasped in sharply, wincing a little from the sensation. A broken little “oh” reverberated in his chest.

“Too cold?”

“--No!” He interjected, “No, I-I love it, don’t...don’t stop.”

At last you took in his full length, mixing the sweet taste of freezing fruit with the burning hot warmth of his veiny cock. Today, you’d let him hear you gag a little. As shy as he was, you still knew that his ego swelled by the hundreds hearing you choke on his dick.

Your sugary drool fell down the side of his length as you let go, moving to return back to your mess of a popsicle in your hand. The loss of contact made Hyunjin whimper out helplessly.

“Look at me,” You commanded, sucking in the popsicle several more times. By now, his eyes had entirely glazed over with his lust for you. It was that same look that he would get in his eyes when he danced. He was enthralled.

“M-more?” He begged to you.

You prowled over his hips, kissing the side of his dick as you let those red drops drip onto him, lapping at them after a few seconds.

His entire body shivered viciously while he pitifully groaned into the room.

Your devilish little laughs kissed into his inner thighs, where you bit into the skin.

Your popsicle was then gone in seconds, then you ridded your hand from the sticky juice by providing them to your boyfriend who sucked at them greedily. After you felt as if your mouth had warmed enough for it to be tolerable, you kissed his tip, then resumed your work, bobbing up and down, just as you knew he liked it.

“I’m gonna--mm--if you keep doing that.” Hyunjin threw his head back in his euphoria.

“Let’s move this somewhere else then shouldn’t we?”

✦✧✦✧

There was nothing prettier than the way that your love bites would fade into Hyunjin’s skin after a while, fading from violet to lavender as they healed. You could still see a couple of them tracing his collarbones while your fingers tweaked at his angrily hard nipples.

Little mewls from his mouth spilled into your dripping pussy riding his tongue. One pinch, two more pinches...and his hips buckled. He’d take one of his long arms to travel up your body and pinch at your own nipples and kneed your pretty breast in his hand.

“fuck yes, fuck--your mouth feels so good baby.”

His tongue flicked at your swollen clit, causing your whole body to jerk with each touch. He lent tender kisses into your folds, then would switch to fucking into your leaking entrance with his pointed tongue.

“Go slower, slower...”

You pleaded out your instructions, and he was always one to obey. With the combination of his tantalizing licks and the slow grind of your hips, he coaxed out your orgasm so naturally; he left your thighs shaking on both sides of his head. While you came down, Hyunjin would press careful little kisses into your twitching bud, just as you had taught him.

“Your turn.” You huff out, then carefully shift to move off your boyfriend.

“Please...I want you to touch me so bad, ‘hurts a little...”

“Aw does it?”

You kiss his lips wet with your slick.

“I have a present for you though, before I get to that.”

You can see how needy he is in his eyes, but he still puts on a thankful little smile for you.

“Oh really? I’m sorry, I didn’t get you anything...”

“It’s okay! I wanted to surprise you anyway. Besides, you’re a gift enough for me.”

He snickers, “That was kinda cheesy.”

“I thought that you liked when I was cheesy!?”

“I do, I do.”

You dip into your duffle to pull out the tiny cardboard box.

“What’s this?” He sits up to take it from your hands.

Inside he finds the dainty white lace choker, woven to have little flower-like shapes on the top edge, and tiny fake pearls beaded into the bottom edge like little dewdrops.

“Oh my god.”

“Do you like it? I thought that it would look really pretty on yo--”

“--I love it. Thank you so much.” He plays with the clasp. “Do you...want me to wear it right now?”

“I thought that you could--”

“--Can you help me?” He beamed at you coyly, providing you with the clasps.

“Um-sure.” You find yourself getting flustered over your fantasy of seeing him in that choker for weeks finally becoming a reality.

Before you sweep it around his neck, you press one kiss into his neck.

“There. You look gorgeous.”

Hyunjin’s cheeks turn rosy at your compliment.

“Hyunjin, you’re absolutely mesmerizing. I promise to never stop reminding you.”

His lithe fingers tangle up in your messy hair, and you kiss him all over his chest, renewing some of the hickies that had faded away. The sensation tickles him, and his beautiful giggles are like music to your ears. Slowly, your fingers trickle down to his hips where you take up his half-hard cock back in your hand. He hums a little “mm” once you do so.

“I’m going to make you all mine baby boy, wouldn’t you like me to fuck you until you don’t know anything else?”

“Yes!!”

Harder you jerk at his cock while you take in the sight of his fluttering eyelids and the way that the veins on his neck pulsate under the pretty white lace.

“Use your words my love, what is you want?”

“-Want you to fuck me, fuck me so good, please, take care of me...”

Hyunjin’s hips thrash this way and that from your teasing provided by your thumb on his slit.

“Close! I-I’m close--” He chokes out the words.

“Already? You’re that pent up for me hmm?”

“Wanna cum...”

You coolly remove your hand. “Not yet darling.”

His whining moan is just a little too bratty for you--it’s not like your Hyunjin to be like that for you. You decide to try another method.

“Wait just a little longer for me okay my love. Let’s not get impatient.”

“Bu-but--”

“No buts.”

Your hand snakes around his neck to press into his airway, and his eyes roll back sinfully as you do so. In your palm, you can feel the pearls press into his skin. With your other free hand you take back to flicking his nipples in your knuckles. He must not have been lying: the head of his cock is angrily flared. Your grip loosens at his neck, and he gasps out with his moans getting tangled in his inhales.

“ M’sorry, I’ll be a good boy for you.”

Hearing him reassure you makes your head spin, and you feel your clit ache out horribly for stimulation. You want him just as bad he wants you, and you’re almost ready for him to know it.

“Come ‘ere, sit on the edge of the bed.”

He follows you, and those pretty pearls shine in the dim glow of his bedroom.

You fall down to permit him a couple wet stripes to his cock and he’s already a mess once more. Mutterings of words muddle his lips, but you can see that he’s holding them back for you, trying not to pressure you or whine any more.

“You are being a very good boy Jinnie, let’s give you what you want how hmm?”

His eyes blow out with his realization then he eagerly watches as you mount his lap facing him, lowering your entrance over his dick, falling down bit...by bit. Your knees are planted on both sides of his legs, supported by the bed and his arms holding you nearer.

There’s nothing that Hyunjin loves more than feeling how tight you are around his cock, it nearly turns his whole body into jelly with the first contact. For a couple moments, you simply exist connected in this way, letting the sense of intimacy consume your entire beings.

“I love you Hyunjin.” You start to bounce, and it takes all of his will to say the words back to you.

His arms fall back to prop himself up, and Hyunjin lets you bounce up and down on him as hard or as fast or slow as you like, taking his dick to pleasure yourself in any way that you see fit. It’s when you graze your g-spot the deepest that both of your bodies fold together, trying to maintain your upright position. Hyunjin’s arms start to shake and you push his chest back, and his body bounces a little on the mattress from your force. You pay no mind, spreading out your hands flat on his chest to ride him with every bit of energy that you have left.

“oh god, oh god, shit-” He tries his best to hide his curses from you.

You can’t help but obsess over his angelic form under you, topped with the beautiful choker that makes him look nearly fairy-like. The sense of possession that you soak up from his moans all for you drives your orgasm right up through your body, tearing through every nerve you think you must have.

Hyunjin clenches his teeth, hissing air through with his eyebrows crossed tightly.

“Cum for me baby, you can cum for me now my love.”

Hyunjin’s neck flares against his choker with his spewing of nonsense words and erotic moans while he cums inside you, both of you throbbing against the other.

He laughs a little, chest rosy and rising and falling for vital breaths to calm himself.

“Are you okay?”

He nods with that adorable little smile you love, “Mmhm.”

“You want to say like this for a second?”

“...Please?”

“Okay. I need to catch my breath too.”

You press your body flush against Hyunjin’s chest letting him hold your sweating bodies together. Every few seconds or so, one of you would shake with little aftershocks from your orgasms.

“Did I do okay?” Hyunjin asks you after some time.

“Of course. You don’t even have to ask, sweetheart” You give one last kiss on his forehead messy with stringy silver tufts.

“Okay...

...I promise to always be good for you.”

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agustdakasuga · 4 years

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A Place Called Home | Chapter 15

Genre: Hybrid!AU, Poly!AU?, Soulmate AU, romance, fluff, humour

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: vet!reader, Arcticfox!Seokjin, Panther!Yoongi, Goldenretriever!Hoseok, Wolf!Namjoon, Calicocat!Jimin, Tiger!Taehyung, Rabbit!Jungkook

Summary: Having saved your own injured hybrid, you were determined to try and help any other hybrid that crossed your path who needed saving. But being a vet in a small hospital wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to do more, you wanted to make a difference. You wanted to give them a home.

Now that you’re at home, you have been spending every waking moment with the boys. It’s not easy hiding your presents from curious hybrids. You look forward to spending your first Christmas as a family.

“Flip it!” Jin laughed and you held the handle of the frying pan with both hands, your tongue sticking out from the corner of your mouth as you focused. Tossing it, you watched the pancake lift off and land back in on the uncooked side.

“Yeah!” You and Jin hi fived each other.

“Kitten, just what the hell are you and hyung doing at 9 am that has you cheering like Korea won the World Cup?” Yoongi stood at the doorway with arms crossed and raised eyebrows. You smiled sheepishly, the excitement making you forget about how loud you were being.

“Making pancakes! I finally flipped one on my own!” You showed him proudly like a child showing her drawing to a parent.

“Wow, kitten. You’re amazing.” Yoongi gave you an amused smile and wrapped your arms around your waist, leaning down to kiss your cheek.

“Is everything okay?” Taehyung came down, yawning.

“Yes, baby. Sorry for waking you up.” You giggled. Taehyung shook his head and came over, stealing you from Yoongi. He yawned against and pressed his cheek against the top of your head.

“I smell pancakes!” Hoseok dashed down.

“Good morning Hoseok!” You greeted as Jin poured more batter onto your frying pan. Hoseok waved and came over to observed the stack of chocolate chip pancakes you and Jin made. Yoongi yawned as he stood over the coffee machine to fix a brew for everyone.

“Shall I cut some fruit?” Hoseok offered.

“Yes, please.” You nodded and he walked over. Taehyung still clung onto your back like a koala. You were even convinced his fell asleep for a moment.

“Good morning...” Jimin entered, rubbing his eyes, his hair all messed up. Letting Jin take over, you peeled Taehyung’s grip off of you and walked over to Jimin.

“Morning, Chim.” You ran your fingers through his slightly tangled hair. He tiredly, wrapped his arms around you, letting out a tired whine.

“Are you making pancakes?” He asked. You nodded you head and he looked over to see Hoseok cutting fruit. Taking a small paring knife, he wordlessly began to help slice the bananas, strawberries and kiwi. Two hybrids were missing. Seeing that Taehyung was helping Jin, you washed your hands and went upstairs.

“Joonie?” You knocked and entered. Namjoon was sitting on his bed, having just woke up seconds before you entered.

“You’re awake.” You smiled. Namjoon nodded.

“You have flour in your hair, my love.” Namjoon cracked a smile as his arms circled around your waist and he pulled you towards him. He pressed his face into your stomach, inhaling your scent.

“The others didn’t even tell me I had flour in my hair.” You pouted and tried to get it off with your fingers.

“Don’t worry, you’re still beautiful.” Namjoon teased. You threw your head back in laughter, slapping his shoulder lightly. Since he was awake, you went to wake Jungkook. The bunny was still sounded asleep, bundled up in a thick hoodie and pants.

“Bunbun, time for breakfast.” You whispered. He stirred a little but didn’t make any other movements.

Kookie, bunbun.” You called a little louder. A few seconds later, he let out a whine and stretched his arms and legs.

“(y/n)?” He croaked in his morning voice, peeking one eye open.

“Good morning.” You laughed. Holding his hand, you pulled him into a sitting position. He frowned slightly and looked around, as if unaware of where he currently was. You combed his messy hair back and kissed his forehead. He hugged you, falling back on the bed. You let out a squeak in shock while Jungkook was slowly falling back asleep.

“Hey! I’m not your pillow. And wake up or your hyungs are going to eat all the pancakes.” You hit his chest.

“You can make me more if they do.” Jungkook mumbled, eyes still closed.

“Nu uh. Don’t get your hopes up.” You rolled your eyes. Holding his hand, he let you drag him to his shared bathroom with Hoseok. You put tooth paste on his toothbrush for him, letting him brush his teeth.

“Aigo.” You wet a face towel and wiped his face. He let out another yawn, blinking his eyes with a blank stare.

"Finally.” Taehyung groaned.

“Morning, hyungs.” Jungkook grumbled out. The two of you took your respective seats and you all started eating. You sipped your coffee and cut into your pancakes. Taking the bowl of strawberries, you scooped generous portions for Jimin and Jin, who you know love strawberries.

“Thank you.” Jimin smiled. You patted his head.

“How’s rehearsal going?” You asked Yoongi. You knew it was different practicing at home compared to the school. The school had a grand piano while you had a regular piano at home.

“It’s been good. I’m looking forward to it.” Yoongi nodded his head.

“Can we all go watch hyung perform?” Hoseok asked excitedly, his tail wagging for emphasis.

“Yes. I’ve ordered 7 tickets.” Yoongi informed.

“I’m going to have a bath to get the flour out of my hair.” You announced and went upstairs. As you picked out your clothes from the drawer, you heard the door open. Arms wrapped around your waist.

“Jinnie?” You smiled and turned around to face him. He smiled softly, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“I love you, snowflake.” He whispered.

“I love you too.” You replied. He hugged you and you squeezed his waist. You were so grateful for Jin. He was so patient and helpful with caring for the others, especially the younger ones. Turning your head to him, Jin pulled you closer to give you a loving kiss. He left you to let you have your shower. You soaked in your tub with a nice lavender bath bomb.

Before you could fall asleep, you rinsed yourself off and got up. You wore one of Yoongi’s hoodies and slipped on some fuzzy socks,

“Shall we get more heating lamps?” You asked as you saw Jimin and Taehyung cuddling on the futon, fast asleep under the comforting warmth of the lamps. Yoongi shrugged.

“Yeah. Jungkook and Hoseok may need to use it as it gets colder.” Yoongi said and you nodded.

“I’ll order it, kitten.” He took his phone out.

“Thank you. I love winters as much as the next guy but it makes me feel so lazy and tired.” You yawned, stretching your arms. Yoongi chuckled, still typing on his phone. His tail came to rest on your thigh.

“Kitty.” You stifled a laugh as your stroked the soft fur, remembering the little girl at the beach, Hyejin. Yoongi stopped and shot you a nasty glare. You returned an innocent smile but snickered to yourself. Yoongi dropped his phone and tackled you onto the couch, tickling your sides.

“Stop!” You laughed.

“Not so tough now, huh? Apologise!”

“Never!!” You squealed, laughing out loud. He scrunched his nose and just continued tickling you.

“Who’s the kitty?” He asked again, the gummy smile on his face only growing bigger. You were so adorable when you tried to be rebellious and tough around him.

“You! Min Yoongi!” You giggled.

“Wrong answer~”

“Okay! I surrender! White flag!” You shouted out random surrendering words. Yoongi stopped as you panted. He hovered over you and you met his eyes, even with his fringe covering them. You laughed, reaching up to cup his cheek. Slowly, he leaned down to press his lips against yours. When he pulled away, he laid down on top of you.

“Did you lose weight again? You feel lighter.” You asked as you ran your fingers through his hair.

“No...” He mumbled, placing his face on the side of your neck. When you found Yoongi, he was underweight and you learnt that it was hard for him to put on weight despite eating more. So him losing weight concerned you.

“Relax, kitten. I’m just not putting my full weight on you. I don’t want you to be squished.” He chuckled when he heard your accelerated heart rate.

“Okay.” You nodded.

“(y/n)?” The two of you turned to see Taehyung and Jimin awake. You hit Yoongi’s shoulder.

“Look what you did.” You blamed.

“You were the one shouting.” He pushed it back at you. You glared at him, sticking your tongue out at him. Taehyung wanted to come over to cuddle but Yoongi let out a low, warning growl. Taehyung whined but backed away with respect for the older.

“Possessive much?” You snorted.

“Hey, I’m allowed to be possessive over my woman. I mated you for a reason.” He scoffed. Your cheeks turned red at his bluntness.

“Now I wanna have a nap so hush.” He cooed in a teasing matter. You shook your head, he was seriously going to nap on top of you, in the living room where the others can see you.

With Yoongi’s steady breathing and warm breath against your skin, you were also soon lulled into dreamland.

“Let them sleep.” Namjoon told the younger ones and draped a blanket over you and Yoongi. You and Yoongi just tightened your grip on one another.

Before you knew it, Christmas rolled around. The days leading up to today were definitely chaotic. You had to make sure the boys didn’t try to sneak into your room to get a peek at their presents. And as a family activity, all 8 of you bought a big Christmas tree and decorated it together.

“Merry Christmas!” Your bedroom door opened and your 7 hybrids spilled in. You whined, hiding under the covers.

“Come on, kitten. You told me I cannot be a grouch on Christmas so you can’t be one too.” Yoongi grabbed your hands in his and gently tugged you into a sitting position.

“But it’s too early.” You whined.

The 7 boys all sent you soft smiles, loving how precious you were. Jimin and Taehyung tackled you back into the bed with hugs.

“Alright, alright.” You chuckled and finally opened your eyes to face them. You took your time to scan all of them, taking it all in. The fact that all of them were here with you.

“Merry Christmas, boys.” You greeted with a smile. You gave all of them hugs but no kisses since you had yet to brush your teeth. All of them, except Taehyung and Jimin, left the room to let you wash up. You wore your Christmas jumper and brushed your hair. Finally, Taehyung stepped closer to you with a smug smile.

“What?” You stopped and faced him. He shrugged, eyes going up. You followed and looked up, seeing the mistletoe he held over you.

“Now, where did you learn this?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Yoongi hyung said it grants us unlimited kisses for the day.” Jimin spoke from his seat on the bed. Shaking your head, you looked back at Taehyung, who tapped his lips.

“You’re learning too much from Yoongi.” You rolled your eyes but tip toed to give him a peck anyway.

“My turn!” Jimin grinned. Taehyung did the honours of holding the green over your heads. You pinched Jimin’s cheek lightly and kissed it. When you pulled away, he gave you a kiss on your cheek as well.

“Yah! Stop hogging her and let her come out!” Jungkook shouted from outside the door. Chuckling, you held their hands and went out with them. You couldn’t say you were surprised when you saw the boys with their own mistletoe leaves in their hands.

“This is your fault.” You glared at him.

“One at a time.” You sighed. The boys obediently got into a line and waited for your hugs and kisses.

After that, you enjoyed a nice breakfast together, with egg nog that you made. You made an alcohol version and alcohol-free version for those that didn’t want to drink so early in the day.

“Hoseok, you’re glowing.” You cupped his warm, red cheeks. He giggled. The rest of the day was spent together, the 8 of you spent some time outside and then watched a movie together. It was a shame that snowfall was late this year.

“Are we going to open presents now?!” Jungkook asked excitedly. You nodded and went upstairs to get all the gifts down.

“That’s a lot.” Jimin said in awe as you arranged everything. You laughed and patted his head. This was your first Christmas with Namjoon, Hoseok, Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung so you wanted it to be as memorable for them as possible.

“Let’s see who we have here. Chim.” You took the bag and gave it to him. He opened it and his eyes widened.

“I know you like your sweaters.” You smiled.

“They’re so soft.” He gasped as he felt the soft material under his fingertips. After thinking about what Jimin would like for his present, you decided to get him some high end sweaters.

“They fit perfectly.” He slipped one over his head, snuggling into the warmth of them. You melted at how adorable he was and he hugged you gratefully.

“Hoseok.” You took the next bag.

“No way!” Hoseok has been eyeing the new limited edition off-white sneakers. They were so difficult to get but thankfully, the store you called had one last pair in the colour and size he wanted.

“How did you get this?!” He was so excited, his tail showed it.

“A magician never reveals her secrets.” You giggled. He squeezed you as the big smile on his face never faltered.

“Joonie. I really hope I got it right.” You joked as you gave him his. He unwrapped it and saw that it was a limited edition figurine. Namjoon was starting to get into collecting his favourite figurines and you wanted to get him a special one.

“This is the exact one. I have been looking for it online but it’s been sold out everywhere. ” He looked at the box.

“Thank God then.” You let out a sigh of relief.

“Thank you, my love. I love it.” He gave you a peck, rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

“Me next!” Jungkook complained.

“Alright, alright. Here’s your, bun bun. Be careful.” You slid the wrapped box over to him. Jungkook clapped his hands happily and began to shred through the wrapping. It was the latest gaming console. Jungkook really loved his games so you thought it was a fitting present for him. Jungkook shouted happily and jumped into your arms.

“Oof! I take the reaction as you liking it.” You wrapped your arms around him as you steadied yourself.

“I do! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” He chanted.

“We’ll go to the store to pick out more games soon.” You ruffled his hair and he nodded his head, giving you a bunny smile.

“Jinnie, you’re next. Be careful.” You cautioned as you handed the present to him. From the size of it, Jin already knew what it was. There are only a few things that are shaped like that.

“I promise I’ll go fishing with you next time and you can try it..” You said as he unwrapped the new fishing pole.

“You always complain that it’s boring.” Jin snorted.

“I promise I’ll only complain for 5 minutes.” You promised. Jin shook his head with a smile and wrapped an arm around your waist. He puckered his lips and you shyly leaned in to give him a kiss. Seeing your red cheeks made him laugh and squeeze your waist.

“My baby is next.” You passed the paper bag to him. Taehyung tore the paper open and his eyes widened as he went quiet.

“Is this really for me?” He whispered in disbelief.

“Of course, silly.” Taehyung felt tears well up in his eyes. He had expressed an interest in photography so you bought him a Leica camera, which has been on his wishlist.

“I love it.” He wiped his tears.

“Aww, don’t cry, baby.” You cooed and reached out to wipe his tears for him. He put the camera down and wrapped his arms around you, burying his head into your shoulder. Seeing Taehyung cry almost made you cry as well but you held yourself together. Yoongi still had yet to get his gift and you weren’t going to ruin the moment for him.

“Last but definitely not least. Yoongo Boongo.” You called. Yoongi rolled his eyes at his hated nickname.

“There’s a reason I blocked this half of the living room.” You had blocked it off with folded screens, telling the boys it was a surprise and they couldn’t go see what it was. Thankfully, they listened to you and didn’t peek.

“Close your eyes and follow me.” You held your hand out to him. He closed his eyes and let you lead him. The boys helped you remove the folding screens.

“Wow.” The other 6 gasped when they saw it.

“What? What?” Yoongi was curious as he stood there with his eyes still closed. Bringing him closer, you placed his hand on the material.

“What-” He opened his eyes and froze.

“Surprise.” You said. Yoongi just stared at what was in front of him, thinking that this could be a dream and when he woke up, it wouldn’t be here. He looked up at you and you just gave him a crooked smile. From his long silence and lack of reaction, you grew worried about what he was thinking. Did he not like it? Did you get the wrong present?

“Kitten...” Was all he said.

“Is this the wrong one? I-I’m not really an expert on these things so I just gave the model number to guy and he got it for me-” He cut off your rambling by pulling you to his chest.

“It’s perfect, kitten. I don’t even know what to say. Thank you.” He let out a deep breath.

“You’re welcome, Yoongs. Merry Christmas.” You said, muffled against the material of his hoodie. You knew one of Yoongi’s dreams was to have his own grand piano. So you felt that this Christmas the perfect timing to get him a white grand piano. You had the space for it and he deserves it.

“I love you.” Yoongi whispered.

“I love you too.” You looked up at him. Cupping his cheek, he brought his head down to give you a kiss.

“Wait, there’s still one more present.” You moved away and went back to the couch area. Digging through the bags, you took the envelopes out.

“Hoseok, Jimin and Jungkook.” You handed them out according to the names you scribbled on top. The three received them and opened them. They read the papers quietly. The other 4 hybrids curiously looked over their shoulders to see what it was. Even they were shocked.

“If you’d allow, I would like to adopt the 3 of you.” You felt tears well up in your eyes. The 3 hybrids were speechless as all of them started crying. You pulled them into a big hug.

“All of you are already family so might as well make it official.” Your voice cracked as you wiped your tears, stroking Jimin’s head.

“We are getting adopted.” Hoseok smiled through the tears. Jungkook was crying so hard he couldn’t even speak. He knew you would never let him feel abandoned again. All your hybrids pulled you into a big group hug.

“I love you all so much.” You told them. As they all continued to embrace you and each other, your eyes moved to the window and you gasped.

White flurries slowly drifted down from the sky. It was the first snow, falling on Christmas day.

“It’s the first snow!” You grabbed Yoongi’s hand and pulled him to the backdoor. The others just followed you, wearing their shoes. Namjoon, Taehyung and Jimin have never seen snow before. You wore your own boots and dashed out, feeling the snow fall on your skin.

“Kitten! You need a jacket!” Yoongi shouted. You giggled and you jumped around.

“It’s the first snow!” You continued to cheer.

“Got you!” Namjoon held your waist and spun you around. You laughed as you placed your hands on his shoulder. Everyone had run running around and playing in the snow.

“Why is the first snow so special?” Jimin asked.

“There’s a belief that if you experience the first snow with someone you love, you’ll stay together for a long time.” You held his hand with a soft smile. Jimin smiled at your words, he wanted to stay with you forever, and hugged you as the snow continued to fall. Jungkook removed the snow from your hair.

“May I?” You pointed to his long ears. He nodded, leaning down so you could help him brush off the snow.

“This is really Christmas.” Jin wrapped his arms around you.

~~~

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blu-joons · 3 years

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A First Korean Christmas ~ Kim Namjoon

A groan escaped from Namjoon as he rolled over to see the other side of the bed was empty, throwing the duvet away from his body, he quickly stood up, stretching himself awake, shuddering at the coolness that winter brought.

As he walked through the house, the lingering smell of chocolate greeted him, following the scent through the house to find you sat at the dining table, staring out of the window at the busy city you lived in.

Your expression caught his attention first, your bottom lip stuck out lightly, your hands were wrapped firmly around the mug, your phone face down, discarding all the vibrations of notifications.

“Everything alright?” His voice quietly asked, still making you jump as he sat himself down beside you.

You turned to face him with a smile, “yeah, I’m just finding it a little strange adjusting to being away from everyone, I have all these routines over Christmas, and this year they’re all gone.”

His hand rested against your shoulder, sympathising with you. Whilst you were excited to spend Christmas in Korea with Namjoon, you couldn’t shrug off the feeling that for the first time you were away from your family, knowing they’d still be enjoying all of your traditions, just without you.

“You’ll feel a little better later when we arrive at mum and dad’s, it’ll be a lot more festive there than it is here,” he assured you.

“I’ll be fine. I’ll go and grab a shower then we can get going?” You suggested.

He nodded, pressing a kiss to your cheek before you stood up, “I’ll still make Christmas special for you, please don’t worry about anything.”

“I know you will, thank you Joon.”

A couple of hours later the two of you were on the road to his parents, your car was filled with presents and suitcases for all of his family, songs were turned up on the radio for the two of you to singalong to as Namjoon tried desperately to distract you from missing home.

His mum came out first as you pulled up outside their house, the march harsher whether made you hiss as her arms wrapped around you, “I’m so happy to have you here for the holidays,” she spoke.

“Thank you for having me.”

A hand pressed to the small of your back led you into the house where Namjoon’s father and sister were stood waiting to greet you. As soon as you stepped foot into the house, the festive spirit in you brightened, their house was much more decorated than your apartment was, reminding you very much of how your parents decorated their home.

“You guys get comfortable, I’ll grab the bags,” Namjoon called through, as his father followed behind, leaving the three of you in the living room.

You perched tentatively on the arm of one of the sofas as his mother went out to get you both a drink, feeling his sister sit beside you, resting her hand against your frame.

“We’ll take care of you,” she hummed as if she could tell exactly how you were feeling, “I spent last year away from home and it wasn’t the same, but we’ll still have a great time together.”

“I’m looking forward to it, honestly.”

The five of you sat around in the living room for most of the afternoon, festive songs played in the background as you all caught up with what had been going on in your lives. That was your favourite part about Christmas, seeing faces you hadn’t seen for months, being able to tell and hear stories and generally enjoy the company of all the ones you loved and cherished.

“How are your parents celebrating Christmas this year?” His mum suddenly asked you.

“Oh,” you stuttered, glancing across the room at Namjoon, your body tensing up. “I think everyone is with mum and dad except me this year, so it’ll be the same as every year, just without me.”

“I’m sure they’ll all missing you,” she comforted, sensing quickly that being away from home was still somewhat of a sensitive topic for you.

Namjoon’s heart sunk as you spoke, he was beyond excited to have you in Korea with him, but seeing how hard you found it being away from your family left him feeling guilty that he was the reason you weren’t at home this year.

As the early night came in, Namjoon excused the two of you to head up to your room for the holidays, unzipping your cases and making yourselves at home as best as you could.

“I hope mum didn’t upset you earlier,” he spoke, dancing around you as he hung up his clothes in the wardrobe, pulling one of his many jumpers over his head to warm himself up a bit. “I don’t think any of them have really thought about how it is for you being here.”

“She didn’t,” you replied, “I just need a bit of time to get used to being here, I’m sure after I’ve got a couple of drinks in me at dinner I’ll have forgotten all about being at home.”

He knew it wouldn’t be as easy as you spoke, but he didn’t want to push it, settling for a kiss against your shoulder to draw the conversation to a close. You’d visited his family home several times before, and his parents were always so kind to you, it was impossible not for you to have a good Christmas with them all.

Once all your unpacking was done, you gave yourself a moment to lay out along the bed, closing your eyes as you tried to bring the smile you were so desperately wanting to show to your face. Your mind was conflicted, as excited as you were in Korea, every time you remembered how good a time you were having you felt bad for not being at home.

“Jagi,” Namjoon’s voice spoke, breaking you from your little daze.

Your eyes slowly opened, glancing across as he stood by the windowsill, his hand beckoning you up to head over and stand beside him. As you did, your breath was taken, the street lights lit up the falling droplets of snow that began to settle in the back garden.

“Wow,” you chuckled, resting into his side, feeling his arm wrap around you, “it’s snowing.”

In the warmer temperatures of your hometown, snow was something that has always eluded you, it was always something you saw in the movies or on cards, but not once had you ever seen it in person before.

“It’s beautiful,” Namjoon commented, resting his head above yours, “this is why I love being home for Christmas, it always snows.”

“I’ve never seen it before.”

His hands moved you away, searching for your eyes, completely taken aback. “How have you never seen snow before? Surely you must’ve seen snow, not even just a snowflake?”

“Not even a snowflake,” you clarified.

He couldn’t understand how your Christmases had been without snow, they were by far the pinnacle of his own. He had countless memories of growing up and enjoying the snow, how else could anyone spend Christmas without the snow?”

“See, if you hadn’t of come here, you would never have seen snow,” he teased, nudging into your side.

Perhaps he was right, being in Korea was all about a new experience for you, to see how he grew up and celebrated and be around his family, who were quickly becoming your own.

The cooler air, and the white blanket sights were things you never got the opportunity to witness at home, but finding Namjoon had brought you to Seoul for a reason, to open your eyes and allow you to embrace a proper white Christmas.

“Tomorrow morning I am taking you straight out for a snowball fight, I hope you’re ready,” he gladly informed you, “I’ve spent years making sure I’ve got the perfect aim.”

“Would you really throw a snowball at me? I’m a guest, remember?”

His head nodded without so much as a thought, you were clueless to how serious he took his winter sports, regardless of who the competition was.

“Best get good at finding a place to hide then,” he teased, resting you back into his side, “I’m sure Geongmin will give you a helping hand, she knows all the good spots around here.”

“Maybe Christmas here won’t be so bad,” you whispered against his thick jumper, feeling his head nod against the top of your own.

Things might be different for the both of you this year, but you were determined to make the most of being able to enjoy some time with Namjoon, whilst he couldn’t wait to show you the winter wonderland he’d grown up around.

“It won’t be the same, but it will still be special,” he added. “And once you’ve tasted my mum’s dinner, you’ll never want to spend Christmas anywhere else again.”

“Do you think it’s better than mine last year?”

“I love you, but my mum’s doesn’t compare, this every part of home, and trust me, you’ll love it just as much as I do.”

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A regretful Wolf and his Beauty

Chapter One

Beast!Rex x fem!reader.

Summary: As punishment for his actions, young prince Rex was cursed to become a monster by a witch. The only thing that saved him from his fate was an enchantress, who gave him a condition. He has to find true love in order to redeem himself and he only has until the last petal of the enchanted rose falls. Rex's family helps you by guiding your way into his heart. Rex's fate now lies in your hands."

A/N: Hey, this is a collaborative fic between myself and @ahsokatano-thetogruta. We have created a star wars the clone wars fanfic based off the story Beauty and the Beast, so we both hope that you love reading this as much as we had fun writing it. Enjoy!

It's a crisp winter's day, the untouched snow was glistening, as more beautiful soft snowflakes danced through the air, swirling around each other in time as they waltzed their way to the ground. The slowly rising sun peers over the horizon, it feels magical as the sun shines over the sparkling snow, glistening and gleaming, creating a beautiful, breathtaking winter wonderland, and the inhabitants of the royal castle start to stir, the younger kids are already running around. They were waiting Impatiently to open the nicely wrapped presents under the tree. Christmas day is finally here again.

Rex was surrounded in peace until he was abruptly awoken to the sounds of exciting cheers and shouting of his younger brothers and cousins who are now running around the halls of the castle outside of his room.

Rex groans at the sound. He tries to go back to sleep, pressing his face tightly into the pillow. He had a late night, and is absolutely exhausted.

He almost growls when his door swings open and Fives, Echo and little Stutter run in. The ten year old twins and four year old kid run over to Rex, with Fives picking up Stutter, dropping him on top of his side. Rex almost growls again, but holds it back so as not to hurt his little brother's feelings.

He turns over, Stutter sitting on his stomach now, hands against his chest. The cute smile on his face makes Rex give him a small little smile.

"Come on, Rex. It's time to get up, right Stutter?" Stutter looks at Fives, nodding happily.

"Yeah! C-C-Come on, O-Ori'vod" Rex smiles tiredly.

"Okay! I'm up Vod'ika, can you three please leave so I can get dressed." They all nod, Echo walking over and grabbing little Stutter from Rex. They all walk out.

"Hurry up, Ori'vod." Echo yells back, causing Rex to huff a little. Rex rubs his face and yawns, trying to wake up more. He feels like he could go right back to sleep for the rest of the day, but that's not happening. He sits up, stretching his arms and legs out.

Once he's half woken himself up, he hops out of bed, padding over to the wardrobe slowly. He looks through his collection of clothes, finding his favorite shirt inside. He smiles, grabbing it and a nice brown pair of pants. Once fully dressed, he starts walking towards the door to leave his quarters.

On his way, Rex's vision goes slightly blurry and his eyes struggle to stay open from fatigue, so he yawns again, but because he couldn't see where he was walking, he clumsily stumbles into a small table making him curse as he snaps his eyes shut for a second. When he opens them again, he can see a vase wobbling around on its base, almost ready to topple over at any second. It all happens in slow motion and Rex is unable to move quickly enough to stop it from hitting the ground.

It makes a loud crash as it shatters into a thousand pieces. Rex feels his frustration earlier come rushing back to him, his annoyance growing with every passing second. A few moments later, he hears his door swing open. Without bothering to turn around to see who it is, his words come out snappy. "Don't you know how to knock?" He turns around to see Cody standing in the doorway. "Oh...sorry Cody. I didn't mean to lash out like that."

"It's alright, Vod'ika. I heard a loud noise so I just needed to make sure that you were okay, I was worried for you." Cody smiles knowing that Rex is okay, he saw the frustration on his face for a second after he turned around. "Are you okay?"

Rex feels a guilt wash over him like a ferocious wave, regretting being so rude, especially in front of his Ori'Vod. "I'm sorry, Cody. I accidentally bumped into it." Cody smiles kindly at Rex, he knows that it's not his fault.

"It's fine, Vod'ika. It was an accident. I'll clean it up, are you okay, you look frustrated." Rex nods, Cody's been here for him ever since their parents died two years ago. The reason Rex is crown prince is because Cody and his other brother Bly didn't want the crown.

"I didn't sleep well last night, and I was woken up by all of the noise." He mumbles a bit, still tired.

"I'm sure you'll feel throughout the day. We have a lot of fun things planned." He says with a big smile, hoping it will make Rex feel somewhat better.

"I'm sure I will too." He thanks him with a tired smile. Being thirteen and having hormones is not making his morning any better, but he tries to power through it the best he can and hopes he'll have a good time.

"I'll meet you in the ballroom to open presents once I've cleaned this up for you."

"Thanks, Ori'Vod."

"You're welcome, Vod'ika."

xxx

It's always very busy in the kitchen on Christmas. Many Chefs are preparing the vegetables and various foods for the Christmas dinner and snacks throughout the day. Gregor is a fifteen year old chef in training after being promoted from a dishwasher to a sous chef. He was given the day off today to spend with his brothers and cousins, but asked the head chef if he could make some cookies for everyone when they all open their presents. His boss is really nice, so he lets him do what he needs to do. Gregor gets up early to start making them. He hears the younger kids start running around upstairs, waking up the oldest of the family. He chuckles thinking of the kids running into his room to find an empty bed, he won't be woken up by someone jumping on him this year.

Gregor grabs all the ingredients he’ll need for the cookies, starting with the flour. He pours it into a bowl, there's a cloud of flour in the air after he pours but he just ignores it. He grabs the milk and eggs next, being careful to measure it correctly, the eggs are cracked in a separate bowl then, once checked for shells, are poured in with everything else. Next is Gregor's favorite ingredient, sugar.

He measures out a little more than the recipe calls for since his brothers and cousins love it when he adds extra into the mixture, because they all have a big sweet tooth. He mixes it in, giving the batter a quick taste. Once he finds that the taste is good he adds the baking powder and butter, checking the taste just to make sure it's still good.

Once the batter has reached the desired consistency and sweetness, he grabs a selection of Christmas spices from a cupboard and places them on the counter. He separates the batter into 3 different bowls, each one for a different flavour. He will make some cinnamon, ginger and vanilla cookies, though he makes about a batch more of cinnamon cookies because almost everyone goes crazy over those.

He mixes in the spices in and then puts the batter onto the counter. Gregor goes to get a rolling pin and some cookie cutters shaped like Christmas trees and stars to give them that extra Christmas feel to them. He rolls out the batter evenly and then cuts some out, placing them onto a tray ready to go into the oven. Once they are all cut out and placed on baking trays, he puts them into the oven that was preheated earlier on and then grabs a sand timer that will tell him in 20 minutes that the cookies will be baked and ready. He turns over the small timer and takes it with him so he can join everyone to start opening presents.

xxx

Rex sits in a circle with the kids, everyone between the ages of 2 to 15 is there. They all have presents in their laps, ready to be opened, the older kids and adults just have to give the say. Cody walks into the room, glancing around and smiling.

“Okay, you can all open your present now!” 99 calls out, he's the oldest among them and is everyone's uncle. All the kids start ripping open their presents, Rex feels a little bit of fear for Anakin's present when he starts to shake it.

“Be careful, ani. You’ll hurt him.” the twelve year old knight in training looks at Rex with wide eyes.

“Him?” he asks, setting the box down gently. He rips it open, hearing a bark when he opens it. He gasps loudly.

“A PUPPY!!!!” he yells, hugging the young dog to his chest. Rex smiles at his best friend's happiness, it was hard work keeping the puppy a secret. And getting it into the box a little while ago was tough, he had to ask Obi Wan for help. The older knight was surprised when Rex had asked him about getting Anakin a puppy, but agreed. He could see why Cody loved the guy. Anakin put the puppy down, pouncing on Rex.

“Thanks Rex, I love him!”

"Aw, he's so cute! What will you name him, Skyguy?" Anakin looks to his left to see Ahsoka petting his new dog gently on its head.

He smiles at her, she's only three years old but he finds her so enthusiastic and sweet "Hmm…" Anakin thinks for a moment, looking deeply into the puppy's eyes. "I'll call him Artoo!" He says, and the puppy lets out a little bark and wags his tail. Anakin feels tears of happiness well in his eyes as he hugs him close to his chest again, feeling Artoo snuggle into him.

After a few moments of admiring the adorable sight, Rex sees Stutter hand him a present. "Here y-y-you go R-R-Rex. T-T-This is f-for you."

Rex takes the wrapped up box from Stutter,smiling as he does so. "Thank you." He is only four years old, so the wrapping is a little bit untidy, but he is just so sweet and thoughtful. He peels back the paper to reveal a box with a lid. Discarding the wrapping paper on the floor, he carefully lifts off the lid to reveal a drawing inside. "Wow! This is so good, I love it. Thank you very much, Vod'ika!" Rex thanks Stutter, making him smile and then giving him a big hug. "Is that me and you that you've drawn?"

"Y-Yeah! We are p-p-playing t-t-together." He grins, happy that Rex loves his present. Stutter loves art so much, so any chance he gets to do something creative he will go and make more pieces of artwork.

While everyone is busy exchanging presents and making conversation with one another, the air is filled with a delightful and sweet aroma, making the ballroom feel even more Christmassy. Gregor notices that the sandtimer has almost run out, so he gets up and heads to the kitchen.

Rex watches as Hardcase rips into the wrapped present, he shakes his head. He swears that Hardcase is younger than him, not the same age. Hardcase finds a jigsaw puzzle inside, it's a puzzle of knights in shining armor, riding their horses into battle.

“This is awesome!”

“Did you remember to check who it's from?” Rex asks, Hardcase makes a sheepish expression.

“Oops!” he looks around. Finding the name tag, it says that it's from Jesse.

“Thanks Jesse!” hardcase yells to the twenty year old, who smiles.

“Your welcome, Vod’ika!” Hardcase laughs, he absolutely cannot wait to put it together.

Not a moment later, Gregor returns with some plates of his freshly baked cookies. Everyone's eyes go wide as he starts to hand them out to everyone. They always love his baking, especially his Christmas cookies, they are his speciality.

Rex runs over to Gregor, grabbing a handful of cookies. He runs them back over to the group, handing them to Anakin, Hardcase, Ahsoka, Stutter and everyone else in the group. Each person gets one for now to be fair, they'll have more once the presents are all done.

Ahsoka is next to open a present. She rummages through the various other presents under the tree until she finds one with her name on it. It's wrapped in silvery white paper with snowflakes and has a big blue ribbon tied around it. The tiny Togruta's eyes light up and the cutest smile graces her face. "Found mine!" Ahsoka exclaimed excitedly. She runs back over to her Ori'Vod.

Ahsoka lost her family about a year ago and Rex took her in, taking care of her and it wasn't long before everyone in the castle became her new family. She is so happy to have so many great brothers and cousins there for her. When they found out that she could use the force, Obi-Wan suggested that Anakin should be her mentor in her training to become a knight when she is old enough.

"Who's it from, Soka?" Anakin asks, still petting Artoo in his lap.

"It's from…" she searches the box for the label and then reads it out loud. "Rex."

Rex smiles at her kindly. "Go ahead, open it. But be careful with it."

Ahsoka nods and her eyes sparkle with excitement as she begins to peel back the paper, revealing a wooden box. She holds it and looks a bit confused at it for a moment.

"Here, you open it like this." Rex gets up from his chair and crouches down next to her, showing her how to open it. She then opens it all the way.

There's a little ballerina posing as if she was dancing. The lady is wearing a cute pink dress and has a pair of slipper silhouettes in the same colour as the dress. Her hair is tied up in a bun with a ribbon.

“I tried to get you a Togrutan one, but I couldn’t find one anywhere, sorry.” Rex says apologetically, he searched for one for weeks but they were always sold out or just didn't sell them.

"It's okay, I love it so much! Thank you, Ori'Vod!" She puts down the box and gives Rex a big hug, wrapping her arms around his neck. Rex chuckles and hugs her back.

"You're welcome, Soka. There is something else to it as well." Ahsoka looks at him puzzled, not sure about what he means. Rex picks up the box and shows her the little key on the back. "Turn this around a few times and see what happens."

"Okay!" She is excited to see what happens. When she lets go of the key, the ballerina starts to turn around as music from inside the box plays a beautiful song. Ahsoka is in love with this gift. "Wow! Thank you so much, I love it!"

"You're very welcome." Rex smiles at her and then she runs off to another room to carry on listening to the melody that the box produces, completely amazed with her present.

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buttercup • richie tozier

(richie tozier x reader)

requested: Would you mind writing a Richie Tozier X reader soulmate AU where Richie is VERY self conscious and he finds out that the reader is his soulmate and the reader is well known and very pretty, so he’s just like djjdjfgjjcbvnfnf but once they actually meet she really likes him? :0 thanks if you consider!

warning: swearing, angst, richie being edgy and also a bit unstable (king shit), neuroatypical richie!!!, fluff, soulmate au!! <33 also sorry this may be rough, i havent edited it at all

[reader + losers are in college]

lmk what u guys think of this one,... idk LOL

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richie was about to be sick. yes, he really, really was going to vomit in approximately ten seconds and he didn’t know what he was going to do. the room, full of barely-adults chugging jungle juice was sweaty and bustling and the walls were closing in on him quick. those people who weren't in the main rooms were doing sniff in the bathrooms and blocking his pathway to heaven (the toilet) so he quickly stumbles towards the sliding-glass door.

he passes a guy who claps his shoulder and says in a deep voice, "you good, bro?"

no, no. he's not good, bro. thanks for asking, though.

as he finally breaks free of the plastic, out of the crusty balloon that was holding his body hostage, he takes a deep breath and sprawls himself on the back deck, staring up at the clouds in the nighttime sky. maybe he should go home and mull this over, before he crams it down his own throat and chokes to death, alone and broken on the back deck of a 22 year old business major's rental house.

he laughs to himself - an image which he's sure would be a full on maniacal scene to an onlooker - as he lights a cigarette with very shaky fingers. even if he chooses to give this situation some thought, he will end up being forced regardless because this is, quite literally, richard tozier's destiny.

y/n y/l/n is richie's destiny, and it makes him feel like complete shit.

you see - his whole life, richie knew about the fucking soulmate tattoos. of course he did, everybody did - it was, like, one of the first things you learn, ever. he knows that there's basically a soulmate for every person and often times the soulmate marks were different, the ways of finding your soulmate were wide and far.

for most of richie's life - actually, almost all of it up until the last month - he'd had a big, fat 0 tattooed on his arm and below it a humiliating phrase that was quite the epitome of richie himself.

yet it never changed, which led him, his friends, and his parents to determine that he'd gotten a time-counter soulmate mark, which he likes to pride himself on believing he did not give a single fuck about.

the number is supposed to count the amount of time that you've spent with your soulmate, and there's usually a sentence or phrase that's associated with your soulmate's first thoughts of you below it. and yeah, of course the first thing the lucky guy or gal thought of richie is 'wow, those are the ugliest socks ever.' pretty fucking on-brand, if richie says so himself.

so yeah, he never really paid attention to his soulmate mark - partly because the thought of emotionally opening up to someone enough for them to know his whole and true self was repulsive and terrifying enough to make him physically ill, enough for him to develop a crazy sense of humor as a less-than proficient coping mechanism for the insecurity and fear that lives in his mind rent-free, 24/7 365. but mostly he didn't pay attention to the mark because, you know, he thought it was lame.

that is, until it changed from the 0.

it happened on the first day of classes fall semester of this, his freshman year of college.

which, honestly, was a huge fucking bummer, because he literally came into contact with almost 800 new people that first day through classes, dorms, walking around campus, and the dining hall. and yet, as he got back to his dorm and smoked a bowl with bill, he'd noticed that his arm had said 00:51:26.

bill had been so excited he'd almost lifted richie through the roof, because 'holy sh-shit, rich, y-you did it!'

it was hard to believe someone was out there for him, though. and yeah, he didn't give a fuck about it, but he also kind of did.

richie, now thinking back on that day, groans a bit. if he'd just known, if he had just fucking looked at the thigh of the girl in front of him with the soft-looking grin and the alluring scent of orange creamsicle shampoo, who'd smiled a bit when he borrowed a pen - if he'd just known then that y/n was meant to spend the rest of her life with him, he could've... well, he's not really sure what he could have done.

he thinks to that moment in time, as he was blowing smoke out the dorm window with bill and giggling as he ate an entire bag of cheez-its, and how much he wanted to know who it was back then.

but tonight, it had become a nightmare when the information practically fell into his lap. he's at this house party in late september, and about five minutes ago it was just boring enough to warrant sitting on the rug in the living room and just fun enough to actually stay.

“-yeah, she said the first time you guys met was in microeconomics, right?” ben says, and richie huffs in agreement as he picks at the skin on his nails. ben was talking about her again, and richie's heart was beating stupidly hard. y/n, one of his closest friends that he'd made outside of the losers, never failed to make his heart run a goddamn marathon.

“-she told me the first thing she noticed was that you were wearing socks with sandals. and she thought that your socks were really ugly.” he finishes with a laugh and richie’s head snaps up at that. he feels chills spill over back as if he’d been doused with ice water and he gapes at ben. “wait, what?” richie shudders, the words escaping his lips quietly enough that his friends mistake it for a forceful exhale brought on by offense at the word 'ugly.'

“well she was right to think that.” stan says from behind his solo cup, carefree, as if richie’s life wasn’t crashing to an alarming and unbelievable halt. eddie giggles faintly somewhere from the floor where the losers are sitting, but richie’s mind is reeling too much for him to react to or even comprehend anything.

“rich, i th-thought i got you to st-stop wearing socks and sandals so long ago.” bill adds, laughing into his hand. but richie’s barely registering any other fucking information because he’s staring at ben, who is finally noticing his friend’s perplexed face. “you good, rich?” ben asks carefully.

“wh-er, wait. what exactly did she say?” richie asks, really not wanting to know the answer and yet wanting to know more than life itself. it can't be her. he’s getting odd looks from everyone now, but he's starting to breathe quickly and he thinks he might vomit. he kind of regrets never showing anybody but big bill his soulmate mark, because he's suffocating right now in embarrassment and bill is a little too drunk to assume what richie's assuming right now.

“wait, y/n y/l/n, right? from my dorm. she’s here tonight, she told me- oh, y/n!” stan calls, looking directly over richie’s shoulder. it happens so fast. y/n, in the flesh, walks past at just that moment, breaking out into a breath-taking, world-halting smile. richie's chest hurts worse than it ever has before as she waves and bustles over to plop herself next to richie. and holy shit, she's wearing shorts because even though it's cold out, the house is warm and richie can see dark ink on her thigh. a soulmate tattoo. he can't draw his eyes away even though his brain is screaming to knock it off because there's going to be something there he doesn't want to accept, but he then does it anyways.

he almost hyperventilates as he reads the words emblazoned on her thigh,

27:36:08 and right below it: "holy hell her hair smells like orange creamsicle"

he almost sobs right then and there as she greets him with a soft hand on his shoulder, completely unaware of their fate and richie has to stand up abruptly because he can literally feel the numbers changing on his arm as the seconds go by with y/n at his side.

and now, mere minutes later he's out here, laying in self pity as anxiety claws at every inch of his body and fear tingles on him like the slight presence of snowflakes falling on his skin - briefly he wonders if, as an older man, he'll wonder how he never got cold wearing nothing, vulnerable as he welcomes in that falling snow.

he would be totally daft not to wonder how he ended up with a soulmate like her, someone not only so fucking attractive but so kind and undeserving of a monstrosity of a human like him. she is, in every place he isn't, a complete and utter success of a person; he's a hurricane where she's whitecaps in the sea, he's loud and abrupt while she is kind and outgoing. maybe they do work well together, hell - they spend enough time on study dates outside of class for him to know that he does really like her. but richie also knows his standoffish, happy-go-lucky and untamed personality paired with his unwillingness to make himself appear vulnerable to most people will probably have a very large impact on... whatever it is that happens with y/n.

because that's really the point, isn't it?

she is stuck with him. bucky beaver, the trashmouth, mr. i-can't-keep-my-trap-shut-for-three-seconds. y/n, the most incredible person in this world, is the kind of person that was designed for richie to admire from afar, as he is so willing to suffer through. because as much as it hurts to watch her and to love her without loving her, it is a thousand times safer for both of them than the inevitable look of disappointment that will befall y/n’s angelic features when she discovers who her burden of a soulmate is.

the thought makes richie choke out a weak sob, sitting up and digging the heel of his palms into his sockets, trying to scrub out the image of himself from his brain. awful, awful, bad.

he takes a long drag from his cigarette and for a brief moment he wonders if, just maybe, she’ll love him back eventually. the thought makes him feel like crying all over again.

huge nose, big teeth, awkwardly skinny and too tall. maybe he's got nice hair, but he sometimes wakes up too late and can only brush his teeth and swipe on deodorant before he's sprinting out his dorm with his pickle socks and stan's old sandals, trudging to class and getting in the way of y/n's future.

but he is her future, after all - how can that be right?

he doesn't have enough time to take another drag from his cig as he hears the glass door open, the noise from the party bursting through the gap in the foundation of the house and sending him back to five minutes, ago, inside. he cranes his neck and can't bring himself to be surprised when he sees her, backlit from the party inside and figure in his mind standing like the only being in the world.

she thinks he looks devastatingly beautiful tonight. she loves the awkwardness in his bones, the way he carries himself with confidence although she's not sure he always really has it. he's wearing some dumb socks again as usual, though they're mostly covered by his black pants and red high-tops this time. it makes her smile softly.

she wants to know him, really know him, as more than just a classmate, a crush, a boy who's friends with stan uris from the floor above her own room. she wants to feel his large hands on her in more than just fleeting greetings, knucks to the shoulder or jaw. she wants the sharp taste of nicotine and mint from those life savers he was always sucking on in her own mouth as he holds her tightly against him, she wants to know everything about him and be with him, even if they aren't somehow destined to be forever. which, she thinks with an array of wild animals tumbling around her chest, they might be.

after all, someone at this party is her soulmate, and she's almost 99.8% sure it's richie. it gives her the most beautiful butterflies she's ever had, even when he stares at her from the deck with glassy eyes and tear-stained cheeks.

"what’s up, buttercup?” is all she says, in her mind because he's stunned her to near-silence once again by just existing, and in his mind because she is the most perfect being.

he doesn't respond despite being completely charmed by her, because he's breathing in the nicotine and its making his fingers twitch and even though he's sober by now, he thinks he may be tweaking a bit, mostly from the overwhelming set of information that just smacked into his face when y/n walked over into that room.

he watches as suddenly she's dropping herself so she's sat next to him, her legs swinging off the edge of the deck. she eyes his cigarette. "that's so unhealthy, rich." she says softly, teasing but with a lacing of truth behind it that really makes richie itch to never smoke ever again in his life. but he's a stubborn ass, so he instead takes a deeper drag, maintaining eye contact. he can feel one tear slip from his eye and he feels so fucking melodramatic as he does so, but he's at the lowest he's been in a while, so he gives himself a bit of credit.

she reaches out and pulls the cigarette directly from between his lips, sending him a pointed look as she presses it out on the finished wood of the deck. he wipes the tear away when she's not looking. and as she turns back he smirks, unsure what else to do, as he blows the smoke out of his mouth towards her face.

"hi, toots." he says in what he hopes is a normal tone, despite his blotchy and tear-trailed face. she blinks her eyes owlishly at him but just shrugs, "you left a little prematurely back there. what, do i smell that bad?" she jokes. no, he thinks, you smell like orange creamsicles.

it's bittersweet, the irony in her statement. because he knows that she probably knows what she smells like every day, as it's literally tattooed right on the meat of her leg, on display for her and whoever else lucky enough to find themselves being acquainted with the skin of her upper thigh. the thought leaves a sour taste in his mouth.

maybe if he were feeling a little less in-the-dumps, a little less like a complete and utter disappointment and failure that ruined this sweet girl's life, he would have ribbed her back a bit. you know, grind her gears in typical tozier fashion.

but he's exhausted and so distraught that he can't bring himself to even look at her. "i'm not in the mood" he grumbles, his heart pounding. she frowns, tilting her head.

"okay, what's wrong, richie?" she asks, and it's in that caring voice that she uses that isn't pitying but simply solicitous in nature. her calming force on him is obvious and immediate and his teeth stop rattling around in his head

he wants to scream because she's burning warm and perfect while he's frigid cold inside his body; a wasteland full of broken slinkies and half-formulated 'your mom' jokes that are melded to the crust of him with the tar that's been sucked straight from those damn ciggies. for crying out loud, if he were to so much as touch her, she'd get corrupted.

she notices as he scoots a bit away from her, and her heart hurts. he's so upset, clearly, and yet it hurts her that he can't trust himself or her enough to open up; no fault of his own surely, but heartbreaking all the same. "i care about you, and i really want to be here for you." she says it like there's going to be more, but the words kind of die in her throat as she realizes the extend of her words.

holy shit, she thinks, i'd go to the ends of the earth for him. if richie asked me to, i think i'd probably kill the queen.

"i stubbed my toe, and it really hurts." he says then, and the absurdity of his excuse makes her laugh out loud, head tilting back towards the moon as the bubbly giggles tumble from her lips. she looks at him after and his face is a twisted mix of affection and utter pain, a combination that hurts her to her core but lights a fuel in her that makes her want to help him.

"it's true." he mutters, motioning to his shoe limply, and she looks at his foot, the tip of his converse scribbled in sharpie with the word 'half-brain' and then a bunch of hearts.

"i like your socks." she says absentmindedly, grinning at him as she says it, voice teasing. but the reaction she was hoping for was nowhere to be seen as richie suddenly heaves a hiccup-sob, one so upsetting and quiet that she thinks she misheard it.

but he's keeling over and clutching his face with his hands, shaking his head, and her heart breaks. "richie, honey please tell me what's going on. or i can just sit here, if you'd rather-"

her sentence is cut off with richies own rushed words, expelled from his mouth so quickly that it's almost as if they were trying to escape while his lips tried to hold them in.

"-you're going to have to spend the rest of your life trying to force yourself to love me, and that terrifies me.”

as he says it, his stomach twists itself inwards at his admission and he thinks he's going to be sick. he doesn't deserve you, you're going to resent him for it. she's silent for a few moments, and he doesn't dare look anywhere near her as tears trail down his solemn cheekbones and drop onto the black corduroy that wraps around his jittering legs.

"richie, please, what are you trying to say?" she says quietly, sounding scared, nervous, upset... richie did that. it's his fault. he tilts his head back, his brain buzzing in guilt. "fuck," he says, and it comes out broken, "you... i- you're my soulmate." he says, looking down to where his chest rises and falls almost unnaturally, a consequence of muscle memory being tampered with by the lethally college combination of nicotine, alcohol and marijuana on an empty stomach.

earlier he was afraid that if he opened his mouth too wide he would lose control of his tongue and then the words would come out without him wanting them to, but he knows he's basically sober by now, as sober as y/n is next to him - he's just neurotic, but he doesn't want her to know that, because oh god, what if she hated him for it?

she wouldn't, right? isn't she supposed to find a way to love him?

this was a really stupid idea, but in his mind it was one that had to be done. shutting his eyes, he tugs the sleeve of his left arm upwards, taking a shaky breath. again, it's silent as she reads the words written there. wow, those are the ugliest socks ever.

she stares at the words, and the number above it, then she looks at her own thigh, where the exact same number counts on in time with his.

he wastes no time, though: "-don't worry, doll. i've got it figured out, we can just- maybe we can get yours covered and you don't have to think about it anymore. fi-find someone better, like, oh, bill - he'd treat you nice i think. just- we don't have to think about it, i'm sorry." he says in one breath, not looking at her at all.

"richie, how can i be yours if you're not mine?" she says thickly because she's fighting off tears wondering how someone so incredible and full of life could feel so undeserving.

"you can't want me, you can't." he insists, not looking at her as she gapes at him because if he were to look at her expression he may lose it. it's quiet again in their own little world here, the air silent and numbing as y/n takes a breath.

"oh my god, wait richie how are we this stupid?" she asks, perking up and lightly slapping his arm. he looks at her in shock as she begins to laugh, "we've been alone together so many times. how did we not notice?" she asks, and he chuckles a bit, shrugging.

"maybe we're not the sharpest crayons in the drawer, toots. all i'm sayin' is that i figured it out first." he says cheekily, and secretly both of them are shocked to see how quickly they fell together, as if the knowledge that they were made for each other made all their insecurities fall away.

her face softens again. "you know, i saw my timer counting tonight and i was hoping more than anything that you'd be here. that we'd be-" she adds softly, a hand landing lightly on richie's thigh, sending licks of flames up his body. she takes a breath and restarts. "do you know how fucking bad i wanted it to be you?"

and just like that, y/n unintentionally provides a luscious mix of words and tricks that fill him with barely enough confidence to let him bet when he knows he should fold.

what's life without a little risk?

he meets her eyes for the first time in a few minutes and hers are large and hopeful as they wait patiently for him to give her something. but he still can't speak without running his mouth, so instead he cups her cheeks. her lips part slowly and he stares in awe at her raw beauty, unable to hold it in longer.

he presses his lips to her quickly and to her it feels like he is trying to prove something. it makes her heart soar as he comes alive against her, pressing as enthusiastically as she is into him. he tastes, as she'd guessed, like nicotine but mostly like a mint and it makes her grin as he pulls back.

"is this okay?" he's asking then, his thumb soothing over her cheek sweetly and giving her the same butterflies she gets when he smiles; the very same butterflies that release when he says anything to her, when he comes to her dorm for a study date with two red bulls in his hand, and when she realized their tattoos beat the same.

"yeah, of course." she whispers against his lips, the feeling of his teasing lightly making her sniffle. she presses their lips together again, this time warmer, more comfortably and his hands move to her hips and tug her closer, her hands winding to his neck as his own hands explore her body, caressing her sides gently. he pulls back and holds her softly.

"your hair smells nice." he says sheepishly, and she grins so widely she thinks she may split in two. her heart flutters as she looks into his eyes, finding nothing but love. "orange creamsicle, huh?" she asks with pink cheeks, and he laughs lightly, nodding his head. "best smell ever, babe."

"you make me happy." she says it onto his lips again, and the shiver that runs down his spine is a feeling he wouldn't mind feeling forever. his heart soars because he believes her, he trusts her. she wouldn't lie to him.

"we're so dramatic, aren't we?" richie jokes, his walls sliding back up a bit, but as y/n cuddles into his chest, head against his beating heart as she presses kisses to his neck, he realizes she accepts him.

"yeah, well. we're made for each other, aren't we rich?" she asks gently as his hand falls to brush over her thigh, right over the words. "that's right, toots." he says softly, looking down at her hairline softly, still in disbelief that it worked out for him. she turns to look at him, cheeks dusted a bit as she leans up to press a kiss on his lips.

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psychemeanscure · 3 years

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PART 15

Yes, their treacherous war has started indeed that for some time Sung Eunyoung will be left off-guard the moment she went out of her car through entering her possible investor’s premise just to be fazed by the leaving familiar parade of his underlings’ car or rather him in it. “Mierda! He’s at it again?” getting robbed surely for every now and then Jang Taeyoung’s persuasions were getting better and better. Guess Zilo’s helping hand somehow paved way literally.

Yet with next days she manages to counter still. “Boss, they pulled back with our offer.” Like how the simple message he heard from his assistant annoyed him on the spot. “What? F*ck this, Sung Eunyoung!” Cursing by her savage competence for he had lost another entrance of opportunity.

Their game of gain and loss, the survival of the fittest, name it. They’re on the bridge of push and pull of business rivalries that’s for sure. Before they realize? They both burnout with exhaustion. Riled with loads of work ups and deals, they certainly need a break.

Especially, Jang Taeyoung. For it is winter. The season he hated the most. A day he doesn’t want to remember. It slipped in his mind perhaps thanks to their busy reciprocal fights somehow, but not when he happened to glimpse by the window glass though. ‘Sucks.’ A curse he can only manage with his thoughts, walking lazily to get the clearer view.

Surely as he saw few snowflakes dropping by. He confirmed it. The next thing he did? He was already drinking hard of his whiskey until he went drop, oblivious of his drunken state. He had never been in a while but guess he chose just this once as exception.

It’s past midnight yet Sung Eunyoung is still up in the middle of reviewing few documents in her room when a consecutive ringing from her apartment’s doorbell and knocking of the door interrupted her from doing so as a crunching forehead creep into annoyance. “Who the hell is dilapidating my doorsteps in wee hours?! Ugh.”

Not minding to check the intercom again, she was shock after finding out who it was indeed. A drunk Jang Taeyoung leaning by the threshold who seems planning to offer a set of drinks seeing the plastic bag he carries which intently levels in front of her while the other in its common spot in his pocket. Faced with an exaggerating smile, he greeted. “Hi. Can I come in?”

For a drunken person, he’s pretty decent somehow. A good thing perhaps. Twitching her brows then while crossing arms, she speaks. “The last thing I know we were enemies already, aren’t we?”

Her simple counter certainly just to be welcome by his disappointed leaning head to the wall and a falling elevated hands with plastic bag. “Right. But can we at least drop it and be friends?”

“What? Are you seriou---“

“Just for today. Please, Sung Eunyoung. Hm?”

And God knows how she was taken aback from what she heard. Or rather, from the gentle expression she had never seen on him but now. Has to even blink twice as if absorbing every sentence, he said. ‘Cabrón.’ With the unspoken curse she obliged to hide, she composes herself by avoiding his gaze. “Whatever.”

Her firm consent instead while occupying her long couch in the living room, dodging the fact that he even chooses to sit beside her. Tending a drunk man, she considers pampering him for once surely as she was just constantly gaping every move he does without her usual nagging. Pulling out the contents of the plastic bag consist of canned beers and as well the instant product she can’t believe she would witness with him. “Ramyeon?” her surprised sound from the word definitely before shaking her head as if she already knew what’s the next thing that could happened. “Jang Taeyoung, don’t you dare ask me to cook for you cab---“

“Please?”

‘What the?’ Cut by a request certainly for she can’t help but to think a cuss again. “Hey look you Cabrón, if you were just craving for noodles why not bought cup noodles instead of tiring me like I’m some sort of your nanny here. Come on.”

Proceeded by her continues rejection just to be responded by his pity- kind of sigh. “I was actually looking for a soup ingredient but can’t find any from that lousy convenience store so I end up buying this instead.”

“What? So you even intended for a soup? Great!”

Her sarcastic reply then, only to see the pleading expression he keeps on giving even a while ago. Enough for her to surrender as well. “Aish. F*ck this. Will you just stop that candid face of yours? You’re not even a puppy to begin with. Please!”

As a rare English curse came into her, glaring to the only chuckling man in front of her. “So you’re doing it? Does it work?”

“Shut up.” Snatching the product from his hand with no choice but to enter her kitchen with a frown, nagging in between every move she does. Yet she ends up finishing it anyway to later remembering what he actually wanted in the first place though. Unfortunately, she’s not too familiar with the variety so guess she has to choose the most typical kind which everyone knows eventually. Good thing she have still ingredients of it from her storage that with a pulling for more kitchenware and bowls she basically starts cooking again then. “Tss. I can’t believe I’m doing this for that loco.”

Her last ramble of words indeed before finally setting up her finished work on the tray, obliging to serve it to her unwelcome guest as always. Just to be thanked by a half sleeping Jang Taeyoung who’s head already rested on the backrest of the couch. “What a life. Now I have to deal with a sleeping adult.” Putting the tray on the center table then as she was just standing right there staring at him for no reason like she has to grant the rest he needed.

Not when she begins to memorize his face though. The meek appearance she never imagined to perceive in front of her eyes. New to the smart- like eyeglasses she only once saw him wear but now. The standard curled brush up of his hair for she can always observe every outline of his manly forehead. Enough of denials, she did saw him as a handsome lad of her liking. She just doesn’t like to admit it given the arrogance he possesses.

Too late for her to realize what she is currently doing actually. Absentmindedly tracing the parts, she describes till she went overboard to his lips as it only takes a second for her to come back on reverie. Almost touching hands stop mid-air, shutting eyes in conviction from her crazy actions she could have executed.

Before she knew? She was already tapping impulsively with his right shoulder by her right back hand which apparently wakes him up from slumber. Met by the still half hooded eyes, straighten up in a snap recognizing his positon. Pleased after sighting the serve tray with covered bowls on it. “Oh, okay. It’s ready.” As he was blinking in couple of times as if hiding the obvious embarrassment by composing himself like an innocent victim. Swearing all her might from her own thoughts seeing a peculiar behavior she had never future giving in with suppressing laugh. Lucky to be able to hold it thankfully as she cleared her throat, placing her usual straight face.

“You better pay me after this loco or I might just destroy you completely. You know how expensive I am, aren’t you?”

As if a threatening sarcasm she seriously means while voluntarily opening two canned beers, taking one for herself and one for him before deciding to sit on the single couch instead. Unaware of what he is reacting for she is still busy savoring her own drink yet aware of his silence thus she insists to proceed in another rambles. “By the way, speaking of which. I was about to remind you tha---“

Just to be confused finally after seeing the reaction. ‘Again? What’s with him today, really.’ The unspoken verdict she prefers not to voice out. “Hey! If you just being picky from my effort, then better trash it inst---“

Intended to switch the mood somehow by standing while planning to pick up the bowls he already opened only to be cut off anyway from him stopping her wrist. “No. Please don’t.” He leads her instead to sit next to him again. “It’s good, Eunyoung. Thank you.” To later saw a small smile after, and for her to guess what she felt with his presence all along.

Reserved. He looks reserved like he obliged to keep it on his own. Yet she remained silent. She was just right there observing his every move once again as he quietly starts to get some rice she includes to serve to slurping between the noodles and the soup he actually stared for quite a minute as it was also the reason of her sudden confusion. ‘What’s bothering you, Jang Taeyoung’ unspoken concern she obliged to hide.

That with a loud thud of spoon and chopsticks, and a final belch of being full, she chooses to offer her satisfaction and pride. “Wow… what a hospitable guest I have. Doesn’t even try to give an inch for his hired cook.”

A mockery he obviously understands which he answered by a chuckle as well. “Well you didn’t ask, so I presume you’re not hungry. Were you?” rolling her eyes not wanting to fight a drunk man. “Let me guess. Five bottles of whiskey?”

Only to be reciprocated by his knowing arrogance. “Ten, actually.”

For she can only draw in shock. “What? And you can still stand like a sober one?”

Garnering a laugh from him already. “Come on, milady. You do know I’m Jang Taeyoung for nothing as well, right?” initially tilting his head afterwards “And your serving only makes it helpful to complete it.”

Acknowledging her lose by his wink after the last sentence indeed, she surrendered groaning in defeat. “Stop it, Jang Taeyoung or get out.” As it’s not already hard for him to cope up on what she means, laughing from the idea instead. “Alright, I’ll stop.”

If this was an ordinary day she used to foresee his slyness, she surely drags him already out of her doorsteps but no. He was undoubtedly obedient that he only casually positions himself to a better angle where he can stare at her comfortably. Idly resting his head on the backrest again but this time, in sideways. Truly as she is also leaning by the armrest, free to look at him as well.

It was as if a solemn air indulges them to seek in silence and just remain in there steady breathing while devouring their separate drinks. She only waited. So as he broke the ice. “Eunyoung.” His mere call of her name. “Hm.” with the mere hum she replied.

“Can you talk about your mother?”

She stifled. Stiffed in the middle of trailing the rim of her own beer, looking at him with a baffled frown. “Are you sure you went to the right person?” a sarcasm which only answered by his chuckle the moment he shifts in a straighten position again, looking down calmly to its cupping hands of his own drink. “I’m sure I am.” Shrugging his shoulders then as he proceeded for another sentence. “It’s just that, beside your father’s story I haven’t heard about your mother’s.”

“And why is so?”

This time he turns a head to her again. “You wouldn’t know. I might spill something for your interest.”

A matter of fact, it intrigued her indeed. She gave in. For she watches by the glass window right behind from where they’re seated. “She died.” And it surprised him. Yet he remained silent while only waiting for her to continue. “Chronic cancer. Mom’s death was maybe one of the reason of father’s downfall with his business. He can’t think straight, guess that’s why it’s easy for that Spanish hag to take advantage of his motive.”

It was her turn then to look down on its own. Getting sensitive from the memories of her biological parents. Rubbing some droplets of water from her canned beer. “And you know what’s strange?”

“What?”

She looks up then to gaze at him once again. “That we can’t seemed to find her body after being put up in mortuary.”

“Dad that time is planning a private burial for mom, then the day after tomorrow it disappeared. Even the hospital staffs felt puzzled as they were also sure that they have taken mom from that storage.”

“Unless…” he started to interrupt finally.

“Yes, unless of someone. So dad tried checking the hospital’s security, even brought it to the police but none. They can’t give any leads. He was devastated and I can only cry for I am still powerless kid.”

“But you have it now. Did you try?”

“I did.”

Shaking her head then. “But in spite of all the connections I earned, I can’t still.”

So as quietness came in then as it was enough for Jang Taeyoung to fill the pieces in his mind. Staring bewilderedly with nowhere, open for Sung Eunyoung’s notice once more as she tilted her head out of curiosity. “Why?”

Sighing for he is still processing things on a right place. “Now it makes sense.”

For it was her turn to get confused over. “What do you mean?” a simple question, little not knowing what comes next.

“I heard it.”

And it triggered her. Just right to halt the elevated canned beer she somehow planned to sip again.

“What?”

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macaronsforchat · 4 years

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ML Christmas in July Day 1 - Gift Exchange

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Marinette hurried through the snow with her gift as quickly as she could, trying her hardest not to slip and fall. Salt had been sprinkled on the pavement in front of the school, but a fresh layer of snow had fallen, making everything slightly slippery again.

Marinette clutched her gift to her chest, taking a deep breath and feeling her lungs nearly get frosted over with how cold it was.

Reaching the front steps, she used a gloved hand to hold onto the railing, stepping up slowly and finding her footing before shifting her weight. She was buzzing with excitement, but if she was too eager, she would find herself with scrapes and bruises.

“Need some help?” someone asked, and she turned towards the sound of the voice, the words slightly muffled through her earmuffs.

Adrien stood at the top of the stairs, a gloved hand outstretched to her. She felt her fluttering heart melt away some of the snow that had accumulated on her coat, and she smiled brightly.

“Thanks,” she said with a gentle laugh, taking a few more steps before she could reach his hand. Even though they both had gloves on, that little bit of contact made her cheeks a little redder than they already were from the cold.

Adrien helped her balance up the last few stairs, steadying her when she slipped just a little. She looked up at him with a sheepish laugh, noticing that his other hand was holding his present. She couldn’t help but become curious as to who he’d gotten for Secret Santa, more excitement shooting through her veins.

“Wonder when the snow will let up,” he said, drawing her eyes back to him. She smiled, taking one last glance out at the wintery scene before stepping into the school. It wouldn’t be totally warm until they got into a heated classroom, but it was shelter from the wind and snow for the time being, so she was grateful.

They both stopped just inside of the door to kick the snow from their shoes and to brush the melted snowflakes from their arms and hair. She glanced at him every once and a while, remembering how he’d looked as Chat Noir last night doing the same thing just before he’d kissed her.

“Ready?” he asked, and she nodded promptly, wanting to take his hand just in case she slipped again. But she settled for walking next to him, holding her gift safely in her arms and grinning when she thought about giving it to him.

They ascended the stairs to Ms. Bustier’s room, hearing the chatter from all their classmates before they stepped through the door. Once they did, soothing heat washed over their bodies, and they both slipped off their coats.

“Hey!” Nino called, fist-bumping Adrien and tipping his hat at Marinette, she smiled and said a polite hello, taking a look around the room before starting towards her seat.

Marinette loved the holiday season. Everything was so soft and gentle, and snuggling up under a warm blanket (with her secret boyfriend) had recently become one of her favorite ways to fall asleep. Plus, everyone seemed to be in a better mood more often. All of it made Marinette’s smiles more abundant and brighter than ever.

“Alya!” she called, bringing her friends eyes up from her phone as she sat on their shared bench.

“Hey girl! Are you excited?” she asked, shooting a look at the gift in Marinette’s arms.

“Totally! I can’t wait to see what you’ll get!” she grinned, sliding her bag off her shoulder and setting it on the ground.

“Did you read my blog post from last night?” Alya asked, and Marinette raised her eyebrows, shaking her head. Maybe if she hadn’t been so deeply buried in Adrien’s arms the previous night she would have had time for other leisurely activities. But that wasn’t the case.

Thinking about it made her blush a little, so she turned her head, sitting down and preparing to hear what her friend had to say.

“Someone got a picture of Ladybug and Chat Noir kissing!” she exclaimed, making Marinette’s throat seize up and her eyes go wide.

“What?” she choked out in disbelief, taking her friend’s phone from her hand as she offered it to her. The picture in question was pretty blurry; it had been taken from so far away that it was hard to tell if the superheroes were kissing or just standing at a weird angle. Plus, they’d been trying to hide themselves in the shadows.

Of course, Marinette knew that they were kissing, but she couldn’t tell Alya that.

“Oh my gosh,” was all Marinette could say, throwing a glance at Adrien when Alya took her phone back and seeing that his shoulders were tensed almost to his ears.

“I totally think they’re dating,” Alya said proudly, and Marinette could only scoff, not wanting to seem too interested.

She watched Adrien as he turned to look at Alya, a slight flush on his cheeks. Marinette gave him a look that said, “Whoops,” and he could only give her a guilty smile in return. No one saw that exchange of course. They’d been getting good at avoiding everyone else’s gaze.

Well, obviously not as superheroes.

“Okay, class!” Ms. Bustier called out suddenly, clapping her hands together a few times as the voices around the room grew quieter. “I know you’re all excited, so let’s get started. We’ll take 15 minutes to give our gifts to those you were assigned for Secret Santa, and then we’ll begin our final review before break, alright?” she said cheerfully, clasping her hands together before everyone stood up in excitement.

Marinette felt her heart jump into her throat, an unexpected nervousness washing over her. She knew that he would appreciate his gift no matter what. Maybe she was nervous about who was going to be gifting her something. What if it was Chloe?

She glanced over at the blonde, seeing that she had an uncharacteristically warm smile on her face. She was walking over to Kim with Sabrina’s encouragement, and the sight made Marinette smile before her attention was brought elsewhere.

She hadn’t stood up yet, but neither had Adrien she realized, looking at him when he tapped her desk softly.

“Hey,” he smiled, leaning forward to put his arms on her desk. She could see all the things he was trying to say with his eyes, and it was adorable to watch him try to hold back a bigger smile for her.

“Hi,” she grinned, glancing down at her present and remembering that she’d wanted to give it to him first before she received her own gift. She placed it in front of him, sliding it closer and watching as his eyes grew wide.

“You were my Secret Santa?” he asked in disbelief, letting out a happy chuckle when she nodded enthusiastically. She wanted to tell him how she’d jumped up and down when she’d gotten home the day they’d drawn the names. She also wanted to tell him how she’d agonized over what to make him. But she sat in silence, putting her face in her hands and waiting for him to open it.

“Wow,” he breathed out, placing his hands on the gift carefully and picking it up to feel its weight. “What is it?” he asked, and she let out a laugh, shaking her head.

“You have to open it,” she grinned, knowing that he would have done a lot more teasing if they’d been alone. He eyed her for a moment and then began to untie the bow, lifting the lid of the box and gazing inside. She watched in unbearable anticipation, seeing a bit of confusion flash in his eyes.

Adrien picked the gift out of the box carefully, glancing up at her.

“A coupon book?” he asked, sounding amused but a little lost. She snickered, tilting her head and waving her hand for him to open it. He smiled wider, flipping the ribbon-bound book open to the first page.

“Redeem for one chocolate chip cookie,” he read out, making her giggle. He laughed with her, flipping through a few more pages. She’d hidden a few in there that she knew would make him smile a little wider, watching his hand hover for a moment and knowing that he’d found one.

“Redeem for one kiss,” he spoke softly, and she pressed a finger to her lips, glancing around to make sure no one had heard. He laughed quietly to himself, his cheeks flushing pink. He closed the book and held it to his chest, grinning at her.

“Thank you, Marinette,” he said, making her heart swell at the warmth in his words. She nodded, wishing she could hug him and giggle with how overjoyed she was.

“Don’t let anyone snoop through that,” she told him quietly, laughing a little when he winked in return. She sat up a little straighter, realizing that she’d been leaning towards him subconsciously.

Adrien placed the book back in the box, closing it and placing it on his desk. He picked up his own present as Marinette stood up, wondering when her Secret Santa would approach her. Nathaniel had mentioned a few things in the art room that made her suspect it was him, but when she glanced in his direction, she watched him hand Ivan a small gift.

“Marinette,” Adrien called, and she turned back around, blinking at him. He was holding his present towards her, and she furrowed her eyebrows.

“What?” she wondered, staring down at the thin, rectangular box wrapped in festive paper. He laughed, her eyes wandering up to his own.

“It’s for you, silly,” he told her, amusement glowing in his eyes. She leaned back, completely surprised. What were the odds that they’d gotten each other?

“Oh,” she breathed out, stepping forward to take the gift into her arms gently. Her fingers were tingling with delight, overjoyed that something so lucky had happened.

Just then, Alya and Nino returned to their seats, laughing about something but stopping when they saw what was happening.

“Oh, you got Marinette, Adrien?” Alya asked, and the two looked up, smiling a little too stiffly.

“Yeah,” he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck and smiling at Nino briefly. They’d both settled in to watch Marinette open her gift, and she hoped it wouldn’t be incriminating, glancing into her boyfriend’s eyes with a little bit of apprehension. He nodded her on, the look in his eyes telling her that everything would be okay. She took a deep breath and began to tear at the wrapping paper, trying not to seem too excited. Or nervous.

She lifted the lid off the box, already having guessed that it was the type of box that clothing was gifted in. When she saw the fabric and color of the present, her heart jumped into her throat, and she almost panicked. Adrien pretended to clear his throat, drawing her eyes up and giving her a reassuring smile.

Marinette lifted the hoodie from the box, her fingers shaking slightly as she moved to run her thumb over the embroidered cat head on the front.

“Adrien, isn’t that your hoodie?” Nino asked, and Marinette jumped slightly, her wide eyes looking up at him. Adrien was already turned to his best friend, smiling gently.

“Marinette adores Sailor Moon and told me how much she liked my hoodie, so I got her one so we could match,” he explained, looking back to Marinette with a gentle gaze. She was able to take a steady breath at that point, hearing their friends chuckle in understanding.

Marinette knew better, though.

As she turned to look back at the little image of Luna on the purple fabric, she could smell his scent emanating off it. There was no doubt that she had been gifted Adrien’s hoodie. There was no way it was new. She could see the slight fraying on the drawstrings, one of his hairs on the sleeve, and the smell was a dead giveaway for her. She’d tried to steal that particular hoodie before, but he’d promised he’d buy her one someday.

Looking up at Adrien, she couldn’t help the wide smile that appeared on her face.

“Thank you, Adrien,” she said softly, trying not to let her love for the blonde boy standing in front of her shine through in her voice too much. He chuckled, nodding.

“No problem, Marinette,” he smiled back. They knew no one else would ever be able to tell that they were both saying silent I love you’s to each other, but they were, and it made the two smile even brighter.

“Do you wanna see what Alix gave me?” Alya asked, breaking their eye contact. Marinette smiled, agreeing happily and sitting down with her friend.

When class started a few minutes later, Marinette slipped the hoodie on, breathing in his scent and knowing that he was smiling at his desk in front of her.

She also knew that he wouldn’t have to use a coupon to get a kiss later that evening.

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welcome to ML Christmas in July! I'm so thrilled to be trying something new, and I hope you all enjoy! the holidays are my favorite time of the year, so I think I'll have a lot of fun with this week!

thank you so much for reading! <3

also, here’s the hoodie if you wanna see!

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ahh ro!! i was sleeping when you posted your ranboo art and i didn’t see the notification when i woke up im so sorry he looks sO amazing!!! i just scrolled down on your blog to see if i missed anything and i nearly fell off my chair- i’ve been staring at him for the past five minutes now. okay okay okay, i don’t even know where to start, his tail! it looks so cool :O !! i really like that you alternating between black and white instead of just having it all one color, and the bit at the end looks sick! and his crown is so heckin’ fancy!!! i love twisty part and the little chain looking bits crossing between it, it’s so dramatic and i absolutely adore it :D oh! i really like the colors on his boots (the light blue to dark blue is such a nice touch) and his cloak (and the sparkly piece in the middle! anD the little green gems on the connecting bit and his earring like techno had, and i think phil did too). and finally, his face, wOw. i love his eyes and his hair and his freckles (are they freckles? they look like sparkly freckles) and the way the black and white collide on his face- he just looks so wonderful!! i understand why you haven’t drawn in a week now, he looks stunning! i hope you get the recognition you deserve because he looks so great and you should be really really proud of yourself :) you are so talented !!! i hope you’ve been well and you have a lovely day- oh god tubbo’s gone live. thank you for making me smile one more time before i’m sentenced to a life of tears, good luck with everything that’s going on today. love you, big man 💛 !!

Thank you so so much for the kind words as always Anon!! And yeah, i wanted to do close ups on both the cloak and gloves (since the gloves are actually special gloves but you can't tell cause i don't draw fucking hands) but i was so tired out with slaving over the details of the first two drawings i just,,,,,,couldn't.

I'm not 100% satisfied with the face/head bc its so hard to see my expresion lines against the super dark purple and super bright white and the hair really blends in with the skin patterns :/ but yeah, you actually got it pretty spot on that i gave him sort of freckles! I will say that the green and red freckles were actually supposed to be swapped, bc i wanted to do a cool color swap with the eye color- but uh...haha...when i first colored his eyes....i swapped the colors ._. My cousin pointed it out and i freaked out so bad lol i fixed the eye colors, but i couldn't fix the freckles cause i drew all the spots and skin on the same layer to help with lag skakskak

When i colored his boots with the blue and gold it reminded me of like a constellation and so i tried to kind of emulate that with the flowy fabric on his cloak too! And i didn't do details (cause i was tired) but all the little spots and such on the cloak are supposed to be like snowflakes too!!

I'm so glad you noticed the crown!!! My design for techno's crown is sort of this crown with uniform, but still a little unpredictable spikes, but with like a lot of scattered gems and such. I wanted Ranboo's to be a lot less uniform and a lot more chaotic, less gems than Techno's but the actual shape of the crown is something that i can see Ranboo always working on and fiddling with. Like when he's stressed he goes and makes another gold chain to connect to his crown or he'll go and twist up one of the points- idk i thought it was a fun reflection of his unpredictable instability :)

Also yeah that stream was s o m e t h i n holy shit i was on the edge of my seat lol

Thank you again for the kind words, i hope you didn't cry too much, ily okay bye! 💛

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Howard buys Tony an Omega part 6 - Starker

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I received an amazing list of prompts, and this is just one of them, but they were all so good you can probably expect the rest soon, you genius anon: tony is driving when he and peter are in an accident, cue tony's guilt and hovering

TW: car accident, mild references to injury, Tony feeling guilty, v mild angst, a/o dynamics

High off his summer graduation, high after the rush of his degree (top of his class, of course) Tony finally feels a little more settled come that Christmas.

He feels like an adult. He’s been working for his dad’s company since he finished college, but in the new year, he’s going to branch out. Start up his own tech place. Wow investors with the charisma that oozes out of his pores.

To kick off his new adulthood, a Christmas alone with his omega, nestled in their snowy cabin in Vermont, is the perfect bon voyage.

Speaking of, he lets his eyes drift from the icy road to Peter. The omega’s cuddled up on the passenger’s seat, feet tucked under himself, facing Tony (that adoring gaze leaves a warm mark on Tony’s cheek. Or well, it had, for the first few hours. Peter’s asleep now) and snug as a bug in Tony’s college sweatshirt.

Tony can’t wait to see Peter’s face as they drive up. He’s had the place decked out. There are gonna be lights everywhere, a huge Christmas tree- presents already wrapped, christmas crackers and a roast dinner already waiting for them.

He knows Peter loves to cook, but just this once, he’s going to have to make do with being lavished by other people.

Jingle Bell Rock is playing quietly on the radio- but the connection keeps getting cut out. Tony’s not surprised. This far into rural Vermont, the connection’s spotty. There’ll be premium wifi once they’re there, though.

His mother had tried to insist on them having Happy drive them, but Tony had shrugged her off. A road trip with his omega was the best early Christmas present. Stopping along diners for piled-high pancakes, stopping to take photos with state road signs- Peter’s face as gorgeous landscape after gorgeous landscape rolled by the window.

It’s been brilliant.

Tony’s never been this happy.

He doesn’t take his eyes from the road when they near the icier turns. He slows down, he shuts the radio off when the static between giddy up jingle horse gets to be too irritating.

It doesn’t stop it. A deceptive looking patch of snow covers a deep crack in the road, and his grip on the steering wheel isn’t quite strong enough.

There’s a horrible lurch, a bad feeling in his stomach-

And then it all happens so fast.

***

When he wakes up, silent night is crooning without a hitch on the radio, and his face is burning.

He lets out a strangled gasp when everything comes flooding back to him. He jerks and flails. He’s upside down- all the blood is in his head, and he scrabbles for purchase, he can’t see anything out of the windscreen but white snow.

He turns desperately and-

The passenger side is empty.

“Oh god,” he chokes, fumbling for his seatbelt and collapsing into a heap when gravity hauls him down. It takes a few frantic moments to right himself, but when he does, he crawls out of the passenger side door which has been flung open.

It’s freezing. A bone-chilling type of cold, and Tony gets to his feet- feeling dizzy, but, but otherwise okay, except not okay, because-

“Peter!” He yells, white puffs of ice hovering in the air after he speaks, “Peter! Baby, are you-” he turns wildly, and there, he spots his college sweatshirt and a tuft of honey hair.

It’s hard to sprint through the thick snow, but he does the best he can, dropping to his knees beside the fallen figure.

Tears burn as they slide down his face, and he carefully- gently- turns Peter over.

His omega is pale, snowflakes caught on his dark lashes, and there’s a small trickle of blood down the side of his face.

Agony lurches through Tony’s stomach. He wants to vomit, but instead, he cradles his omega as gently as he can, fingers shaking not from the cold, as they feel for Peter’s pulse.

“Sweetheart?” He croaks, voice pathetic, “Peter, baby, are you okay? Please, please, say something, I-”

There’s a pulse under Tony’s fingers. Not a weak, quiet thing, but strong and firm and consistent.

Relief swells within him.

“Peter,” he says again, more loudly, “Peter, Peter, wake up, darling, baby, please-”

There’s a gentle moan, and those amber eyes are revealed to him.

They’re unfocused, a little dizzy, but okay.

“Ton…” Peter slurs, eyebrows furrowing together in confusion, “‘r you…”

“Don’t you dare worry about me.” Tony hisses through tears, reaching over to scoop Peter more firmly into his arms.

Fuck, this is all his fault. What kind of shitty alpha is he? They’re out here now- Peter’s so small, so cold, Tony holds him tight, looking around, thoughts racing.

In the distance, he hears a motor.

“Assistance has arrived.” The cool, automated voice of the car chimes, and Tony collapses, Peter in his arms, and thanks the sky that Elon Musk designed his car.

***

Peter dips a chicken leg in gravy and takes a huge bite of the delicious, crispy skin.

Tony watches him like a hawk, pushing another bowl of stuffing towards him.

His omega shoots him a gorgeous, lopsided smile. “Alpha,” he giggles, even as he takes a spoonful, “you eat!”

Tony doesn’t want to eat. He reaches over the table, cups the back of his boy’s head and kisses his shiny, buttery lips. “I want you to eat.” He murmurs, giving Peter more mashed potatoes.

His omega looks up at him with curious, clever eyes, but doesn’t ask again.

He can sense it, probably, the fear and worry radiating off of Tony in waves. Peter’s always been very good like that.

Tony doesn’t want to eat. He has no appetite. He had no appetite when he’d batted away the hands of the paramedics who’d tried to tend to his non-existent wounds. He sent them to Peter- his Peter, who he hasn’t taken his eyes off since it happened. His perfect Peter sitting perched in the back of an ambulance, wrapped in a silver blanket, torch shining in his eyes.

“You guys are just fine,” the paramedic had told Tony warmly, dropping them both off at the cabin, where a number of attendants were anxiously awaiting them.

Tony had glared at him. “I don’t want Peter to just be fine,” he’d snarled, “I want him to be perfect.”

“He’s going to be okay, son,” the man had promised, “just a little rest and warm food, I promise.”

The cut on Peter’s head, nestled in those curls, has only needed butterfly stitches. A small nick. Head wounds always bleed a lot, Tony knows that, but still.

A long hot bath, some fluffy, non-snow logged clothes, and here they were.

Peter, eating an enormous roast for two, all by himself.

Tony pours him more juice.

It makes him feel better inside. Warmer than the new sweater and sweatpants and fuzzy socks. He feels warmer seeing Peter with chicken between his teeth- starlight in his eyes.

His boy drinks the juice even though Tony doesn’t think he’s thirsty.

He keeps eating until Tony finally stops offering him food.

“Okay, baby,” Tony murmurs, moving round the table to hoist his omega into his arms and carry him over to the couch by the fire. “I’ll get you some dessert. I had them make fondant, your favourite. How’s that? Hm? With some hot chocolate and marshmallows and whipped cream? And chocolate shavings, of course, and- you like sprinkles, don’t you? My little rainbow omega.”

Peter sits where Tony’s perched him amidst the cushions on the couch, and reaches up, clutching his alpha’s large hand in his two smaller ones.

“Alpha,” Peter pouts, a warm blush across his cheeks, “‘m really not hungry. Just want you.”

Tony chews on the inside of his mouth. “Just some fondant then,”

Peter laughs, and pulls him down onto the couch.

Well, he tries, bless him, and Tony flops down onto it anyway, drawing the boy into his arms.

Peter snuggles into him, peppers kisses all across his face. “I’m okay,” Peter whispers, not for the first time this evening. “Really I am.”

“You could’ve been so hurt,” Tony splutters out, turning his head away from Peter’s affections. He doesn’t deserve them.

His omega won’t let him wrangle away that easily. Sits on his lap and keeps kissing him. “You saved me. Good alpha.” The boy chirps, pressing a kiss onto Tony’s left eyebrow.

Tony hugs him tight, breathing him in. “I fuckin’ love you, Pete.” He whispers, “if something happened to you, I’d just-”

“I’m here,” Peter promises, sinking into Tony’s embrace. “I’d never leave you. I promise.”

***

In the morning, Tony wakes up to a full english, and Peter’s expectant eyes.

He has to sit in bed and eat every last bite, not that it’s a hardship, he’s starving and Peter’s the best cook he knows.

He tries to bite down on his hovering, on his urge to smother Peter with affection, to not let him out of arm’s reach, and he tries his best to smile. “What’s on for today then, gorgeous? We can do anything you like. Sledging? Go to the little market place in town?”

Peter moves the breakfast tray and snuggles up beside him in bed. “Just stay here?” He asks, finding his place cuddled on Tony’s chest. “Watch movies.”

A whole day with Peter B Parker in his arms?

“That sounds perfect, baby,” Tony mumbles, his relief palpable, holding him close. Goddamn, Peter can see right through him.

He can feel Peter’s smile through his shirt. “Maybe some fondant later?” Comes the sweet voice, lilt hopeful.

Tony laughs at that, full bodied and surprised, “how about a whole fucking fondant? How about three?”

Peter whoops and Tony tickles him till the sheets are a mess and the Grinch is wrapping Cindy Lou Who up as a present.

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