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panandinpain0 · 1 year

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I’m here for the angsty shit >:) Would you maybe consider writing something where (2018) Raph finds out his boyfriend (male reader, he/it pronouns if possible) has been hiding a pretty severe wound from him? Idk I just thought it might be a good idea. Feel free to ignore this btw lol. Thanks in advance! <3

Not to Worry

Coming right up! (Sorry it took a bit for me to get to, I tend to write on my weekends/breaks.) I actually love this prompt, so I'll try my best!

(Rottmnt/Tmnt 2018) Raphael x Male!Reader

| he/it pronouns |

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Blood

The whole gang was trying to recover from a nasty fight, one of the worst they'd ever had.

April and (Y/N) were helping Leo patch up his arm, that had nearly been cut off, and Raph was checking Donnie and Mikey for any injuries.

Leo let out a sigh, shaking his head.

"That was crazy."

Everyone agreed, it was such a jarring fight that even Leo couldn't make a joke or pun out of it. Raph was putting bandaids all over his younger brothers when April caught sight of a bright red blotch staining (Y/N)'s side.

"(Y/N)-" April seemed alarmed, grabbing him by his arm and turning him to get a better look. (Y/N) grabbed her wrist, taking it in its own and giving her a warning look. "But-" It shook his head and April seemed to back down, though her face said she didn't feel good about it.

Leo observed what happened, looking at (Y/N) with worry.

"We need to clean that up," he whispered, so just (Y/N) and April heard it.

"I'm fine," he insisted, clearing his throat as it finished wrapping Leo's arm.

Leo and April shared a look, April biting her lip with furrowed brows.

Soon Raph and (Y/N) sent everyone off to bed, offering to take April home (which she rejected).

"Are you okay? No injuries?" (Y/N) asked when they were alone, glancing at Raph.

"Nothing on me. You?"

Raph was wary, usually when they were alone (Y/N) would take him into its arms and hold him. Maybe they'd watch a movie or (Y/N) would read him to sleep.

But no, (Y/N) was clumsily straightening up the kitchen, putting supplies away with shaking hands. What Raph didn't know was that the blood loss was getting to (Y/N).

You see, the reason (Y/N) didn't want to tell Raph was Raph was a mother hen, of sorts. He'd worry and worry and then lecture (Y/N) about being more careful- hell, he would even ban him from working with them anymore. That was the last thing (Y/N) wanted, so hiding it and fixing it later seemed to be the best option.

"Honey?" Raph called, worried gaze fluttering over (Y/N)'s body. He stopped with a gasp as he saw the giant red spot of his blood seeping through his shirt.

Raph came forward and caught his wrist, turning it to face him as Raph's gaze darted between the wound and (Y/N)'s face.

"Can I see it?" Raph as quietly, trying to stay calm. He knew how (Y/N) felt when he overreacted- and even though he knew the situation called for such a reaction, he knew (Y/N) still wouldn't appreciate it.

With a timid nod, (Y/N) allowed Raph to lift up his shirt, gently brushing his fingers around the stab wound. (Y/N) hissed with pain and one of his hands went to the counter to support himself, his white-knuckle grip keeping him from buckling.

Raph noticed this and lifted (Y/N) up onto the counter, leaning down to get a better look. Sighing, Raph shook his head and started cleaning it.

(Y/N) winced and groaned, though he was trying to keep in his sounds of pain, they slipped through. Raph held up his hand and allowed (Y/N) to take it, gripping it to release some of the pain.

Neither of them said a word as Raph worked, (Y/N) staring dejectedly at the wall behind Raph's shoulder.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Raph eventually broke the silence, wrapping gauze around (Y/N)'s torso to keep the padding there.

(Y/N) gulped and took in a breath, "I didn't want to worry you."

Raph finally finished, allowing (Y/N)'s blood stained shirt to drop back down over the now bandaged wound.

Bringing up both three fingered hands, Raph took (Y/N)'s face in them. Staring deeply into its eyes Raph gave him a small smile.

"I always worry over you, whether you're hurt or not. Not telling me will just make it worse, sweetheart," he whispered.

(Y/N) gave him a small, sheepish smile as his hands came up to hold Raph's wrists, turning his head to kiss Raph's palm.

"I'm sorry. I'll tell you next time, I promise," (Y/N) responded, whispering too as to not disturb the atmosphere.

"Good," Raph gave it a toothy smile. "Now come on, we've got to finish that book." Raph chuckled as (Y/N) let out a laugh, lifting him up and carrying him to the couch to let him read to him.

End

There ya go! I hope I did the pronouns right, I'm still trying to get familiar with writing multiple pronouns for a character!

And sorry this took so long, it sat in my drafts while I forgot about it 😅

Hope you're having a great day, anon!

-Author Max <3

#rottmnt #rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt x male!reader #rottmnt raph #tmnt 2018 #rise raph #raph hamato #rottmnt raph x reader #raph x male!reader #raph x reader #x male!reader #x he/it reader #gay mlm

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fairycosmos · 7 months

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barely surviving saturday chlo😞. i love love LOVE YOUR DRESS. all your outfits radiate fairy energy fr. you are so so pretty <3 also what are some coping mechanisms that help you when youre having a bad day? :{

thank you angel ily always i can always tell who you are even tho ur anonymous by the loveliness coming through my screen <3 im sorry to hear your day has been crappy honestly sometimes some days you just want to explode the whole universe with your mind once and for all. anyway i'm going to link you to my fav coping mechanisms pdf because it's the only thing i rely on when i'm feeling like this and ive already used it today a lot too!! if you don't have time to look at it rn i'll list my fav suggestions from it below for you to consider. they all sound like crap btw and they kind of are but they're Something. ever since i read that post that was like coping mechanisms aren't meant to make you feel great they're just meant to put some space between you and your thoughts/feelings i've been more receptive to them, and i hope at some point you're able to be as well. sending a giant hug x

coping mechanisms i resort to often: guided meditation (there's great 10 min ones on youtube from the channel great meditation), breathwork, laying on the floor with music on and slowly stretching my muscles out from that position, crying, punching pillows or dunking my face in cold water, free writing (opening a google docs page and just writing without judgement or pausing just letting it go), tensing my fists and muscles for 10 seconds then relaxing them and breathing out (repeat 5 times), watching studio ghibli movies, doing duolingo or crossword challenges, downloading a book pdf and reading it, doing this quick easy vagus nerve reset, repeating affirmations that aren't overly positive or empty platitudes but are just neutral e.g "i am not better or worse than anyone else." "i have survived difficult situations before." "i can survive this, i'm doing it right now." "i am grateful to have a body." "i can feel the fear/pain and do it (survive) anyway." "i notice i handle things better when i identify and correct my thought distortions." "just for today i will..." " "doing something is better than doing nothing (e.g if all you manage to do today is brush your teeth then that's truly better than doing nothing at all.)

#anon

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danses-with-dogmeat · 1 year

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🦀👑 - "You're welcome to stay, if you want." with Gob?

(Congrats on the followers btw!!)

Thank you!

And omg, more Gob, thank goodness <3 😩

"I don't know, Moriarty, are you sure--"

"Oh, dearie, it's fine." He waved a hand at you as he put the caps in the register, "Not a thing to worry about, the ghoul works through the night anyway, only reason he has the room at all is to... Well, to drum up debt from me, heh."

Moriarty mumbled out the last part, ending the faint words with a small chuckle.

"What?"

"Oh, nothin' you need concern yourself with." He closed the register with a slam. "The room's yours. Just for the night, a course, but Gob'll help ya with yer things. No worries there. Off ya pop, now."

You only blinked at the barkeep, still trying to process what you'd thought you'd heard him say before.

To drum up debt? Doesn't Gob work here?

"'Less of course you want ta buy a drink?" A tinge of impatience sounded in his voice, pulling you from your thoughts.

"N-no, thank you. I'll just..." You reached down for your bag without looking, and as your fingers brushed over something warm, you brought your attention downwards.

"Sorry." Gob pulled away from your touch swiftly, as though the feeling had burned him. Or... As though he imagined his touch suddenly paining you.

"No, I'm sorry, um... Gob, you don't have to--"

"Oh, yes he does. It's his job, laddie/lass. Don't you worry about carrying a thing up those stairs yourself."

Gob nodded at that, slowly reaching for the bag again, and this time you let him grab ahold of it.

You followed the ghoul up the metal staircase to your room-- His room. Your conscience reminded you, and a sudden pang landed in your chest.

"Hey, Gob?" You said quietly.

He looked at you meekly as he unlocked the door, allowing it to swing open in front of him as he stepped aside to let you through.

"What did your boss mean, about you renting this room? Something about a debt?"

His hazy blue eyes widened, and he motioned for you to step inside.

"It's not important." Gob said swiftly as he closed the door behind the both of you, setting your bag off to the side, before turning away from you.

"Now, if there's nothing else--"

"You can tell me." Unwittingly, your hand reached out to stop him, grasping firmly at his wrist. He froze at the feel of you.

"Please, Gob. I won't tell Moriarty that you said anything, I just... I want to help you."

Gob looked down at the floor. His wrist was limp in your grasp as he struggled internally with your words.

"You can't, Lone..." His voice came out dejected, even more raspy than usual. "Moriarty won't quit. It's been like this years now, he says he's paying me, but it's never as much as I owe him."

The grip on Gob's wrist loosened as you reeled backwards with shock. It was like he'd landed a blow on you, the way you felt fury rising to the surface.

"That's... Gob, that's diabolical. That's slavery, he can't do that, how are you ever supposed to be free of him?"

Gob looked down at his feet, a shrug weighing at his shoulders.

"I won't be, I guess."

"And you're okay with that?" Your whisper was turning to a low shout at this point, as your rage boiled over, heating every vein from your toes to your forehead and making your hands shake.

"It's just how it is, Lone." Gob looked at you with creased brows, defeat evident in every line upon his marred face. "Least I'm not dead, you know?"

"But you're not free. You're not living, Gob."

"I know..." He rasped, and you could see the way he wrung out his hands, picking at the skin there nervously. "But what else can I do? If I try anything, Moriarty would kill me without a second thought. Plus, I couldn't leave Nova behind..."

"You could leave with me." You said suddenly, the words even surprising yourself.

"W-what?"

"You could come with me." Both your hands reached for him, and Gob flinched as your touch landed on each of his shoulders. "When I leave to look for my dad, we don't have to come back here. You could come along with me, we'll go to Rivet City, or Underworld, wherever, but you'd never have to see Moriarty again."

"Lone... You would risk that?"

"In all my time here, all my time outside the vault, you're the only one who helped me without demanding something in return. I owe you. And... I want to help you. You're my friend, Gob, and I can't stand the thought of someone... owning you, the way Moriarty seems to think he does."

Gob's brows creased together, the emotion in his eyes shining partly with disbelief, but also with overwhelming appreciation.

"I-I don't know what to say..."

"You don't have to say anything," Your hands smoothed over his shoulders soothingly, and to your surprise, you felt the taut muscles there relax a bit. "Just... Well, if we're doing this, we should leave first thing in the morning. Before Moriarty wakes up."

He swallowed hard at that, fear shining in his eyes briefly; but ultimately, Gob nodded to you.

"First thing, then. I can wake you before the sun rises."

At that, he pulled away from your touch, turning towards the door as his hand reached to grasp the handle.

"Wait."

Cloudy blue eyes met yours as Gob turned back to you.

"You're welcome to stay here for the night. If you want." You felt your face heat at the way it sounded. But dammit, you meant it. And besides, if the two of you were to be traveling together in the future, you'd need to get used to the idea, right?

"Besides," you continued, even as you saw the breath catch in his throat, "It is your room, after all."

#1.5k event #1.5k celebration #fallout #fallout companions #fallout 3 #fallout 3 companions #gob fallout 3 #gob fo3 #fallout gob #colin moriarty #moriarty fo3 #mirelurk queen

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space-blue · 1 year

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I wanted to let you know that I am super SUPER excited for your recom picrew 😩 it looks beautiful already!! I've got two questions. I wanted to ask how difficult the process is for creating one, I've thought of trying to make a na'vi one myself. Is it complicated with all the layers and all of that? And wanted to also ask if you have any more avatar-related picrew projects planned for the future!

Ahaha, thank you Anon!! I'm excited for it to be over as well tbh. I wanna play with it and more importantly move on with my life lmao. I truly believed it'd be 3 days work... And I was wrong.

Yeah, gotta be honest, it's a massive bitch.

Mostly the issue that is costing me a ton of time is the stripes. Picrew does not surpport blending modes. You only upload normal PNG files. Because of that, I can't have a single stripe pattern for every skin colour.

No : I must export as many stripe colours as I have skin colours. And the stripes MUST match the colour of the ears for better transition... AND there are 3 types of faces in what I've done, that means that for EACH design of stripe, I need to export 3 shapes x 4 colours.

Another issue has been the noses. Entirely my fault mind you... But hiding part of the eye with broad noses, like here :

Meant I needed to have painting INSIDE some of the noses. Which I did on a single file. And uploaded. And matched to skin colour so you don't see my ugly patching up job.

But the nose needs to be on top of the eyes... The stripes must be under the eyes and on top of the nose... Which can't happen... So I have two options, and I've opted for redoing all my stripes better... And then realised fixing the noses instead would be so much easier.

I do wanna cry a little sometimes lol

But they look better now. I have 3 styles of stripes and I want to do 3 or 4 more, because I really love striping and it makes characters really unique. Next up is potentially eye colour (if y'all suck my metaphorical dick hard enough because what A PAIN).

Sanhi/Tanhi whichever spelling it is, is giving me grief and I'm looking for a CSP brush that would sort of automate it for me.

It's a LOT of tedium. Drawing is easy and has been very fun! I was dreading making the hairstyles and get ups for Na'vi, but I think I'll revisit the picrew itself later and add them as new options rather than making a separate one.

File uploading on the website is such a bitch. Here's the tutorial I use btw. I also use a firefox add on to auto translate the page.

Will I do more? Definitely. In time. I lost the one job that pays for my food, so was thinking of opening a few comms and focus on that rather than just faffing about, but I'll definitely be returning to picrew, either for more Na'vi stuff or simply to try my hand at some other style. I'd love to see more people do their own Na'vi picrews!!

I made this one simply because the options are so limited!! There's two and one is full bodied and chibi. That's nice but doesn't scratch my pfp or OC needs. Feel free to make more, I'd love to play with it!!

#picrew #avatar #recoms #anon #thank you anon!!#Off to work on it now

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wisteria382 · 5 months

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Piece #1-WIP

Scene 1-btw this is just not going in chronological order and even idk the order so yeah this is for me to keep track of amount of pieces

She swam in her dreams

She drowned in them

So many hopes dreams deceptions

That when she woke

She raised her hand reaching for something

OUT OF REACH

She reached then stopped

It was only a dream

It was so freeing but so suffocating

It was so good but it always hurt so much when she left the waters

She rests.

One

Two

Three

Her alarm goes off

She covers her face and eyes

She doesn’t want to leave yet

She hears familiar footsteps

She turns off her alarm

Five more minutes

Ten more minutes

She pleads in her thoughts

She rises with her family

A day ahead

She sits in her bed

She isn’t ready to leave

She scrolls on her phone

So many stories

So many untold tales

so many hurt

so many healed

So much unjustness

So much justice

So much humanity

So little humanity

She looks to the clock

20 minutes

She gets out of bed

Glances and reads on her phone

So many problems so many big issues

She may be an ant but she can’t find it in herself to see her impacts

She gets dressed quickly

Brushes through her hair despite the knots and pain

She is tired

She quickly shoves her devices in her bag

She picks up her bag feeling the weight of her unfinished and unstarted work

She leaves her room

She isn’t going back there for a long while

She heads to the kitchen

18 minutes left

She chooses a quick breakfast

Not that she has much time anyway

She heats it up or she opens the wrapper

She looks at the time

17 minutes left

She eats quickly

Or she’ll continue to eat as she leaves

14 minutes

She left

She walks to the stoplight

Phone in hand and maybe with her unfinished food

She hits the button

She waits or she goes

She walks

She checks the time again briefly

8 minutes

She continues going on her way

She passes by cars and freshman being dropped off

She passes by someone she used to talk to regularly

She gives them a wave hello

They will see it or they won’t but it adds a little something to her day

She continues on walking seeing other high schoolers go into the bus or go off of the bus to make it to the right campus

She continues on walking she is almost there

She’ll come to a roundabout where someone will be there

Sometimes she’ll have have time to chat but most of the time she gives them a wave or a nod of acknowledgment

She goes and walks as she has

She changes her direction to face the bus or her spot

She’ll be on her phone once again on the bus or waiting for it

3 minutes

It’s almost 7:45

She just made it

The bus will be long someone will sit with her or they won’t

She’ll be on her phone

Indulging herself

In stories

In prompts

In articles

In games

…

In Ai

She hides it in fear of rejection

She knows it’s bad

She could actually talk to other people

But it’s stories that he indulges herself in

And it’s just her way of doing it

She only is doing 1/4 of the work

She wasn’t the one that made the characters

She isn’t the one that made the Ai

But she is the one letting herself get trapped by it

She knows she needs to stop

But she is the one that has a say in the story

It could be a sad one

It could be joyful

It could be something that she shouldn’t be letting it lead her to constantly

She may have fallen far

But she is trying to stay afloat

Her grades are dying

Her relationships are crumbling

Her health is decaying

And yet

She tries to manage it all because that’s all she knows and wants to do

She is no atlas

She is no god

She is only human

In a world

Where actions can have consequences

Where stories go unheard

Where humans live in fear of eachother

What a world we live in

#writing #story #nonfiction

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megumiya · 3 years

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hi! i rlly enjoy your writing, can i request s/o foreplay with Oikawa (first time, gentle, fluff)? thanks btw

— FIRST TIME | (M)

↳ pairings. oikawa x fem!reader

↳ includes. fingering / soft!dom / foreplay / lots of praising / body worshipping / virgin!reader / pet names

↳ wc. +0,9k

a/n. omg first request on here i'm excited !! I hope you enjoy it! sorry for taking long love 🥺 i'm so happy you like my writing!! i got carried away hope you don't mind lmao <3

when you tell your boyfriend how innocent you are, of course, he will take care of his precious little baby. he starts with tender touches, exploring your body with eagerness. his tongue leaving slight marks on your neck and jaw, causing little gasps out of you.

oikawa continues his ministrations by trailing kisses down your cleavage, his hand cupping one of your clothed breasts, giving it an experimental squeeze that has you moaning.

in response, you tug his chocolate hair earning small grunts from him that makes your cunt pulsate.

"look how hard you are making me" oikawa coos in your ear, hips grinding against you as a loud moan falls from his lips to encourage you. he peers attentively at your reactions, smiling with pride at the way your back slightly arches off the couch.

his hands play with the bottom of your shirt before lifting it up to caress your body, his calloused hands creating a lovely contrast with your delicate skin.

“can i take this off?” he chuckles at your eager nod and swiftly takes your cloth off. once you both get rid of your tops, his eyes fix on your bra. he leans, giving you a delicate kiss as one of his hands expertly unbuckles the withe fabric, leaving your breasts exposed to him.

oikawa looks at you with warm eyes, roaming your figure, staring dreamily at the new uncovered skin.

"so gorgeous", he mumbles more to himself than for you. with a little grunt he takes one of your breasts into his mouth, biting the flesh and flicking your nipple with his tongue. whimpers of pleasure leave your lips as his other palm fondles your neglected tit, groping it carefully. your feel a knot forming in your stomach as you shut your eyes, intoxicated by the new sensations.

"m-more" is all you manage to whisper not even sure what you are asking for but oikawa is more then eager to give it to you. he smiles sweetly before pressing his lips on your cheek, nodding as he lowers himself, leaving small kisses on his way to your shorts.

he slowly unbuttons them, revealing your blue panties. oikawa licks his lips unconsciously when he spots a dark patch on the thin fabric, pleased with the sight. when he lifts his gaze again, your face is buried in your palms, embarrassed at the vulnerable state you are in.

"what are you doing, y/n-chan?" he pouts, moving your hands away to reveal a soft pink shading your cheeks and nose, he gives you a closed-eye smile before planting reassuring pecks all over your face, mumbling sweet nothings at the same time he removes your underwear, letting the cold air hit your slit "that is my beautiful baby"

"tooru!!", you whine in shock, your voice coming out in a high pitch tone as your eyes snap open.

he positions himself in front of your warm core, squeezing the softness of your thighs before spreading your legs open for him. the little moan that slips through his plump lips at the sight of your glistening cunt washes away all the shyness you had left.

“ don't worry, princess, i'm gonna take care of this pretty pussy right now" he coos as his slender fingers travel to your entrance, getting soaked by your arousal almost instantly, making oikawa hum in amusement. he sits back to take in the sight of your arched back as his digits play with your wet folds "you are such a pretty little thing, you know? am i making you feel good? yeah?"

you don't answer, you are too lost in his touch for that. your mind is clouded with lust when you feel the intromission of one of his fingers. oikawa looks how your brows furrow together and he quickly finds your clit, making small circles over the little bud.

he leaves you time to accommodate the size of his finger, noticing how you start moaning of pleasure instead of pain.

“you are taking my finger so well princess. can you take another one?” he asks sweetely, your eyes open slightly, finding a warm smile on his lips, you nod franticly as your arch your back and shut your eyes, picturing the proud smile on your boyfriend’s face.

“that is my good girl!” he praises

another finger is quickly plunged inside your tight cunt, making you whimper. even when your juices completely coat his fingers, your tightness makes it difficult for him to move. he carefully curls his digits inside of you, watching how your legs shake before pumping them in and out with slow movements.

oikawa is mesmerized by your expressions, your face contorts beautifully with each thrust of his expert fingers, hitting a special spot inside of you. when your hips start harmonizing with his movements desperately, oikawa knows you are close to come undone.

“let me be the first one to see you cum, princess. will you do that for me? will you cum on my fingers?” he starts drawing fast circles over your clit as his free hand travels to one of your breasts to give it a harsh squeeze. his praises along with the precise thrusts of his fingers push you to the edge.

you feel the knot in your stomach tighten and you hold your breath, spreading your legs a little more in a desperate attempt to give him more acces.

all you manage to babble is his name and suddenly your whole body is trembling, lewd noises leaving your throat as oikawa watches with adoration how you reach ecstasy for the first time. you feel your velvet walls sucking his thick fingers and your hands move to the back of your head to reach for the arm of the couch.

oikawa bites his lip harshly, containing a moan at the fucked-up expression on your face as trails of precum pool on his slit, making a small patch on his shorts.

after you stopped convulsing, he brushes strands of hair out of your face and gives you a kiss filled with love on your temple. he holds your cheeks gently for a few minutes as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, struggling to catch your breath.

“you looked so beautiful like that, you know? but, i bet you’ll look even better when you cum on my cock, princess.”

#oikawa smut #oikawa x reader #haikyuu smut #hq smut #oikawa x you #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #💋— oikawa ;#my.tooru #🍥— cami's writing ;

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euphoricsunflowers · 3 years

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aftercare — monsta x

request: Hey could I please request a headcanon/reaction with a male reader about aftercare with each monsta x member also possibly please make super fluffy n soft? (love your blog btw xx)

a/n: thank you so much nonnie 🥺❤️ hope you enjoy! this is very much with a focus on them in their little individual scenarios but pls let me know if you’d like to see a more reader focused version or if instead of this little scenarios you’d just want headcanons about aftercare with them individually in general (i think that was more what you originally wanted but idk this was just easier for me to write so just let me know if you’d rather me write actual headcanons)!!!

word count: 1.1k

content: sub!monsta x, dom!gn!reader, these are all still nsfw and some stuff have smutty intros to the little scenarios, just general aftercare stuff like cleaning them up, giving water, giving massages, offering food, etc.

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son hyunwoo/shownu:

he shudders, body still twitching with little aftershocks of pleasure as he lies there, practically paralyzed by the cloudy feeling in his head and the heavy, comfortable ache in his limbs, “sweet bear,” you murmur with a kiss to his forehead, he smiles softly, “let me clean you up.”

he lies still as the warm cloth rubs gently against his skin, wiping off the mess that came with the intense kind of sex you had just had. it was incredible, but you both came out of it with a mess.

but shownu can’t exist in this world without caring for someone at any given moment, and so as quickly as the high completely dies down and you’re done cleaning him up, he offers to help you. he’s still aching with pain, so you try not to let him, but he’s insistent, and at some point you just gotta give in. you let him clean you up as you kiss little pecks of love onto his cheek, his chin, his temple, even his nose. he laughs endearingly, and all is comfortable. conversation is light, just soft little ‘i love you’s and little giggles of happiness.

though he’ll probably, in the awkward yet charming shownu fashion, ask to go get food soon after.

lee hoseok/wonho:

his jaw hangs open with his pretty eyes closed as he takes in the overwhelming pleasure, shaking from a high that’s left him breathless. he has just enough mind left to remember that he could break the headboard if he isn’t careful with his muscled arms tied above his head. you both had to learn the hard way before just how strong he really was.

his heavy breaths are the only sounds that fill the room as you give him a moment to get himself together enough for you both to shower. you press faint little kisses on his hand or his shoulder as you wait patiently. there’s no rush, and besides, he’s quite the view like this.

your hand massages his chest absentmindedly the moment you can see those thoughts return to him, “was i- was i good? did you even cum? we can keep going, i don’t mind-”

“you can’t handle any more, sweetheart. let it go,” you cut him off, a soft smile on your features, “you were good. you’re always perfect to me.”

lee minhyuk:

cum splattered on his trembling torso leaves him looking so deliciously wrecked, not to mention the look of desperation and helplessness permanently etched on his face. his wrists are bruised from all the struggling in those handcuffs, and his poor butt will be stinging with an ache that won’t leave him for a week at least.

but he looks content as you wipe the cum off of him, helping him to the bathroom where you can clean him up properly. he watches you blankly with dazed eyes and a dopey little smile as you focus so intently, he’s endeared by how much you care every single time.

“baby,” you whisper to him, so spaced out and happy that you have to wave your hand in front of his face to get his attention, “let’s get you dressed. i’ll order us food, and we can have a movie night. how does that sound?”

yoo kihyun:

tears stain his cheeks as he hiccups, crying as he cums for the third time that night. he begs for that to be the last one because it felt like if he had to keep going his body would just break. he clings to your arm as you hush his crying, cum covering his stomach and thighs and the towel underneath him. he doesn’t even have it in him anymore to be embarrassed, the little tingles of pleasure rippling through him as the high subsides.

“kihyun, darling,” you say, running your fingers through his hair. he’s too sweaty for it to be too cute of a moment, but it’s comforting to him, your touch is such a comfort, “sweetie, you did so well. i’m so proud.”

he was grateful he was already crying because your loving words and your softest touch while he’s in such a vulnerable and bare state would have made him more emotional than he’d like to admit.

chae hyungwon:

he lays limply on the bed, still breathing heavy but mostly recovered from a high so intense that he’s always amazed at just how incredible being yours feels. you make him sit up reluctantly and hand him a bottle of water with the lid already unscrewed and as he drinks, you’re already sitting behind him, rubbing his back and all those tense muscles seem to relax with just a little bit of pressure.

he moans lightly the entire time, but you never do it hard enough to really hurt, “talk to me, won. how are you doing after that?”

“good, i’m alright. you- ah, you’re a lot stronger than i was anticipating,” he says somewhat exasperatedly, but you both laugh it off and he goes back to drinking his water.

you sigh comfortably, suddenly more lovey dovey in that moment, “i love you, won.”

he smiles, “i love you too.”

lee jooheon:

he holds the pillow close as he shivers even though he really isn’t cold. your session hadn’t been that intense, but you always make him feel so good and he’s so far up in the clouds that he needs you to safely bring him back down.

“honey,” your touch helps to ground him as you lay behind him, holding his waist.

he feels so small and adored being held like this, so dizzy and dazed he can barely do anything besides lie there and let you whisper little nothings in his ear.

he always gets butterflies like this. your words always make him happy but there’s something about being in this state while you whisper to him, “i love you, sweetie. you did so well, always my good boy,” that just gets him lost in contentment. you smile, “take your time coming down, sweetheart. i’ll be here the whole time.”

im changkyun/i.m:

his head between your thighs was definitely the prettiest sight, but it’s easy to admit that he looks adorable with his head resting on your lap. you would have stopped a while ago after he came, but he’s always adamant about you getting off too. his fingers gently rub your thigh as he sits on the floor beside the bed, still resting his head on your thighs and leaving faint little kisses that make you giggle.

“kyunnie?” you say, and his eyes flutter open, looking up at you so adoringly, “how do you feel, baby?”

he sighs comfortably, like he’s in a daze. you help him up off the floor and cuddle him on the bed, brushing his dark hair out of his pretty eyes as he murmurs, “i’m happy.”

“i’m glad,” you whisper, this time it’s you pressing kisses to his shoulder, “let me hold you for a few minutes and then i’ll get up and take care of the mess, and i’ll also make you something to eat, okay?”

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yandere-sins · 3 years

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hi hi! can i request “envelopes” and “dates” from the prompt list for yan!muriel from the arcana? luv ur writing btw :3

Hi! Thank you so much ♥ I had to alter the prompt a bit in the actual writing since it just wouldn’t have fit Muriel as it is, but the meaning stayed, so enjoy!

Envelope - “It doesn’t hurt too much does it sweetie? Oh dear, I hope I didn’t tie you up too roughly.. God knows your skin is glorious.”

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Leaning his back against the entrance of the hut, Muriel took a long, deep breath, but it was impossible for him to calm down.

What he had done... he couldn’t explain that to anyone, not even himself. It was your fault! He had to do it, seeing you wandering the streets late at night, drunk and beyond careful about who might approach you in one of the dark alleyways. Muriel only wanted to keep you safe! And now he had to tell himself that as much as possible so that he wouldn’t go mad over his own actions.

But that didn’t justify him taking you back to his home. It didn’t justify him holding your hand as he pulled you along and carrying you in his arms through the wood as if you were a fragile gem. You might have dozed off just now on his bed, but how would he explain it to you in the morning? That he took you away from the city and brought you back here where only he would have you and no one else? God, how would he explain that to Asra?

There was no way he’d keep you with him for as long until Asra came to see after him, right?

Looking down at his hands, he remembered how warm you were when he still held you. The sweet fragrances mixing with the harsh scent of alcohol coming from your lips, Muriel remembered it all! He should have just brought you back to the store, but when he passed the entrance, he couldn’t bring it over himself to let you go already. This was the closest he ever got to you, mainly because he never wanted to be this close to you!

But he dreamt about it, and now it became reality.

No matter how much he tried to deny his infatuation, he could never lie to his subconscious mind. He explained it to himself that it was just a favor for a friend as he watched you go on with your life, but the same friend surely wouldn’t have asked him to bring you to his hut. Muriel didn’t want company; he didn’t want anyone to know about his presence! But he wanted you, badly.

A sudden, loud bang tore him out of his thoughts, and he rushed back into the hut, worried about the unusually loud sound in the quiet forest. There you were, turning over onto your side on the ground, groaning in pain. Muriel had never... seen you so careless before. Even with a growing annoyance towards Asra, you never acted out even if he left you alone so much. In fact, this was the first time Muriel had seen you go out and drink the night away, too, ever since you were resurrected months ago. And now you were on his ground, muttering to yourself and moving like a newborn foal, very awkward.

“I have to go home,” you finally addressed the matter that seemed to have been on your mind ever since you woke up. “Asra--” your sentence faded out as you tried to stand up once more, staggering to your feet before falling towards Muriel, who caught you last minute. “Asra will come back, and I have to be there.”

“You can’t,” Muriel said sternly, his voice deep and firm as always, but inside, his heart was pounding. “Why not?” you complained loudly, even Inanna’s ears peaking up sharply at the sound. “I-It’s dark, and we are in the middle of the forest--” he tried to explain while you threw yourself around and out of his arms.

“No, I have to go home!”

It was your final declaration as you walked by him, and Muriel was sincerely surprised that you even had the strength to attempt pushing him out of the way. His whole body felt tense, yet there was something indescribably satisfying in having held you again, a prickling on his skin left from your warmth. It was quickly fading as you left, but his mind remembered it too well by now.

You managed to reach the door before one of his big hands clasped around your upper arm, pulling you back. There was no chance for you to actually fight your way out when he gripped you, and to Muriel, his actions were justified. It was late and dark. You didn’t know the way, and who knew what would await you out in the wilderness. Muriel was responsible for you. He couldn’t let you go.

No, he could never let you go.

You made his heart flutter so much, and for once in a very long time, he felt so alive chatting with you, touching your warm body, and taking care of your intoxicated state of being. He suddenly cared less and less what you’d think, and even if the thought of Asra still gave him a stomach ache, he’d find a justification as to why he’d keep you here a little longer. Or he wouldn’t talk at all to neither you nor his friend and resolve the matter as quiet as ever.

Pulling you back onto the bed, you groaned a little as your body hit the mattress. It was questionable if you were in pain or if it was just your dizzy mind making you feel everything overly intense. Only then Muriel noticed the heavy pants he was making, already fearing that he had used too much power on you.

It was hard to control himself again. For years he had been so careful to be tender. To not frighten or worry anyone with his presence. But now that you were here with him, there were so many emotions he lived through in so little time. It grew harder and harder to concentrate on his thoughts rather than his impulses.

While you were still trying to recover from the shove, Muriel stepped away from the bed, approaching something he had banished from his sight a long time ago. Just like the shackles attached to his body, there were still a few chains left that he took off when he found the right tools. He had never disposed of them, and perhaps, he had waited for this day to use them again. Never had he thought he’d willingly want to touch the cold metal of these chains again, yet, Muriel searched for them hectically, their rustling making every person and wolf in the room look up.

“It won’t hurt,” he muttered as he returned to your side, kneeling down. Your eyes began to widen like a deer seeing the arrow flying towards it, and you cowered backwards, caging yourself against the wall on the side of the bed furthest from him.

Slinging the chain around the bed foot, you realized in horror that he was going to chain you to it as he looked up, meeting your eyes for a second before reaching for your hand. The hints of a blush crossed his face, but you were too scared of what was happening to notice it. “N-No!” you screamed, but his hand was too big to escape it, his reflexes still sharp enough to be able to grab you while you pulled away from him frantically.

“I won’t hurt you,” he tried to assure you as he brought your hand towards the chain, the cold iron coiling around your skin painfully. “O-Ow!” you complained, wide awake now and hoping to catch some mercy from him. But Muriel only bit his lip as he tightened the knot before moving to the lower bed foot to repeat the process. “Please no!” you began to stammer, kicking your foot against his palm as he reached for your ankle next. “I won’t hurt you,” he repeated, but it was more to calm himself than you, your antsy-ness getting to him.

“P-Please...” tears shot into your eyes as you had to watch on helplessly, wondering why this was happening and what he’d do to you. After securing your ankle shackle, Muriel stood up again, unable to stand up straight under the low ceiling of the hut, but enough to tower over you. You seemed to lose your ability to speak from the fear, your mouth opening but no sound making its way out.

Shutting your eyes and turning your head as his hand approached your face, you felt his thumb wipe away the tear from your eyes, and Muriel couldn’t help himself from licking it off his finger. As if he didn’t know how tears tasted, but in reality, he was just curious how you tasted. “It doesn’t hurt too much, does it?” he questioned, his voice a low rumble from above you.

Looking up at him, Muriel managed to snap out of the trance he had been under, instant regret spreading through him. “Oh no... I hope I didn’t tie you up too roughly...” he feared as he knelt down again, fingertips brushing over the chains as he pulled on them, suddenly feeling an immense urge to tear them off you again, only for his hand to linger on your arm, an unnoticeable gasp escaping him.

“You’re so... soft...” he whispered as if Muriel had never touched another human before. Was it because in the back of his mind, he knew you had died before? Or was it just so amazing because it was you he was touching?

“L-Let me go!” you demanded, your hope slimming that he’d free you as the small moment of lucidness seemed to fade again. “So warm,” he muttered as his rough, calloused hands drew up your arms until he reached your face again. Muriel wasn’t even looking at you, he was simply following the trail of his touches, a realization crossing him:

He really, really couldn’t let you go.

So, he wouldn’t.

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watermelonlovershigh · 3 years

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I don’t know if your accepting prompts or anything but could you do Harry as a single parent to a teenage daughter and she starts her period and has to go to him for help? Btw I love your writing and hope you’re having an amazing day!!!

Harrys Daughter Gets Her First Period

(Harry has 3 kids/Teddy age 5, Olivia age 8, and Darcy age 12)

Back story-

Harry was a single parent. Well his kids have a mum, but she's a famous actress in Hollywood, and she and Harry have been divorced for years now. While she's away from London filming a movie in Los Angeles, Harry has been keeping their three kids at his London home. He doesn't tour as much as he used to so he has a lot more free time on his hands. That means he can spend some quality time with his children. He loves it. He loves his kids with every fiber in his body. He regrets not being able to spend more time with them when they were younger, but being a popstar requires a lot of traveling. So unfortunately, he was on the road most of their childhood. Now in his late 30s, he stays home a lot more but of course he still writes and sings music. He just doesn't tour those songs unless its the occasional tv appearance here and there. Harry's kids love their father as well. They always have. They always understood his job and never had hard feeling towards him not being around. So when their mum told them they would be staying with Harry for a few mouths while she filmed a movie, they were super excited.

Current time-

It was currently six in the morning. Harrys alarm just went off letting him know its time to wake his kids up for school. He climbs out of his bed and makes his way to his master bathroom to pee and brush his teeth. Once finished, he makes his way down the hallway to where his kids rooms are. He first knocks and opens his youngest child Teddy's door asking him to wake up please. Then he goes to his middle child Olivia's room asking her to wake up for school. Lastly he goes to his oldest child Darcy's room who's 12 years old. Harry knocks on her door and steps inside. He hears what sounds like muffled cries.

"Darcy love, what's wrong?" Harry asked Darcy while taking a seat on the edge of her bed.

"My tummy really hurts dad." she replies.

"What kind of hurt love? Like pain hurt of sick hurt."

"I don't know. I don't feel as though I'm gonna be sick. It just hurts."

"Alright, you can stay home with me today. Once I get Teddy and Olivia ready for school, I'll give you some medicine. I'll call Jack my chauffeur and ask him to take them to school today so I don't have to leave you. Does that sound alright?"

"Yes thank you dad. Love you." Darcy says quietly.

"I love you to my love. Now get some rest and I'll be back in no time with some medicine for you to take." Harry speaks while laying a kiss to her forehead then exiting the room.

Harry gets Teddy all dressed in his uniform and helps him brush his hair and teeth. Then he does the same for Olivia. Once both kids are properly clothed, he goes down stairs to his kitchen and makes them a quick and easy breakfast. While they sit at the kitchen island eating their breakfast, Harry steps away to phone his chauffeur and ask if he could take his kids to school. (yes Harry has a chauffeur but he only uses him for emergencies or for formal events.) Jack agreed and said he would be at Harry's house in just a few minutes.

Jack the chauffeur came and picked up Teddy and Olivia to take them to school. Harry goes back into the kitchen to find some medicine for his daughter Darcy. He wasn't sure what kind of stomach ache she had. All he knew was that she said she didn't feel sick, so upset stomach medicine wasn't the best option for this instance. He just grabbed some generic pain medicine and a glass of water and headed back up to her room.

Waking up a sleeping Darcy, Harry sits on the edge of her bed handing her the pills and water and says, "Here Darcy. Take these and it should help your tummy pain. If not, I might need to take you to the doctors later."

She swallows the pills and replies back, "Thank you for the medicine dad."

"Its no problem sweetie. Just doing what a father does. Takes care of their sick child." Harry calmly states, "Also, I have to go into my studio room to write some songs with your Uncle Niall, so if you need anything , anything at all, please come get me."

"Will do."

Harry leaves Darcy's room and heads to go into his in home studio room to write some new songs with Niall, and Darcy tries to go back to sleep. Though it was difficult, she managed to fall back asleep for about an hour until she felt the urge to pee. She climbs out of bed and goes into her bathroom which is located in her bedroom. She pulls her pants and panties down like she normally would to sit on the toilet. Only this time she sees something different. Something her mum had told her about but she never really payed it any attention thinking she had a few more years to go before it came. Blood. She sees blood in her panties. That means she just got her period. Darcy still uses the toilet like normal, but when she wiped, the tissue was covered in blood. She felt like crying. How was she supposed to tell her dad that she just got her period. Men don't know anything about periods she thought and her mum was thousands of miles away so she is no help.

Darcy finishes using the toilet and makes her way down to her dad Harrys music studio room. Even from up stairs, she could hear her Uncle Niall's guitar echoing through the walls. She loves her Uncle Niall to pieces but what she's about to have to tell her dad, she wants it to be in private. Darcy approaches the door shyly and walks in.

"Umm dad, can I speak with you privately?" Darcy questions her dad.

"Of course." Harry said with a concerned face. "I'll be right back Niall."

Harry walks out of the studio room and into the hall where his daughter is standing.

"Yeah my love, what's wrong? Is your stomach still hurting?"

"Um yeah but I know why," Darcy says while not making eye contact due to her embarrassment, "I think I got my period. I went to the bathroom and there was blood in my panties. Also I accidently leaked a little on my bed."

"Come here," Harry says while wrapping his arms around his daughters body, "It's alright. I have just what you need. Follow me."

She's a bit confused as to why her dad would have period products at his house beings that he's single, but she doesn't think to much on it. Harry takes her into his bathroom and opens the cabinet under the sink. He takes out a mini bag that's got some pads and tampons inside.

"I made this for you knowing you'd get your period soon. There are some pads and tampons inside. But I think pads are better to start out with. Do you know how to use them?"

"I think so." she answers shyly and Harry can tell she's a bit embarrassed.

"Hey, look at me. There is no reason to be embarrassed. I might be your dad but I know quite a lot about periods. Did you forget I grew up with your gran and Gemma who both had periods each month. Not to mention, I was married to your mother for many years. Plus, periods are a good thing. Means you're a healthy, growing female. I'm going to step out while you get situated alright." he spits out.

Harry shuts the bathroom door to give his daughter some privacy and goes to find a heating pad he knows he has. Usually for when his back is hurting. Once he finds it, Harry plugs it in the wall socket by his bed. He figured she could lay down in his big king size bed while he washes her spoiled bedding. Just as he was plugging the heating pad up, Darcy opens the bathroom door.

"Alright, you can lay down in my bed if you want, and I got you a heating pad that should help you tummy pain. Is there anything else you need?" Harry asked Darcy.

"No I'm fine, but umm," Darcy stumbles on her words a bit, "could you maybe have a cuddle with me for a while. I mean when you get done with work that is."

"I'd love to. I'll be right back."

Darcy climbs into her fathers bed and Harry makes his way back to his music studio.

"Is everything alright?" Niall asks.

"Yep. She just got her first period and isn't feeling to well. Do you think we could cut this session up."

"Yeah of course mate." Niall replies back.

Niall gathers his things and heads out the front door and left out the security gates of Harry's home. Harry makes his way to his bedroom where he finds Darcy bundled up in his fluffy duvet sound asleep. He slips off his shoes and crawls in beside her fragile body. Then he scoots her body close to his so that her head is laying on his clothed tattooed chest. Harry runs his fingers in her hair and watches her peacefully sleep. About 10 minutes later, he finds himself dozing off with his daughter in his arms soundly.

Hope this was okay. I don't normally write fanfictions unless it has either Harrys wife or girlfriend as the reader but I made an exception for this request.

MASTERLIST

#ddm #harrystyles #daughter #harrystylesdaughter #sicfic #request #asked #first period #periods #period #hs #singleparent #dadharry #daddystyles

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vemuabhi · 3 years

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Disney Romance - Tangled in the Stars - 200 followers special

Hiii ! Thanks a lot for letting me choose 💕 I would like Tangled with female reader and my Sabo boy 🎂 - @pure-kirarin

A/N : Hey Kirarin chan!! Thanks for the brilliant idea of the 200 followers event. I hope you like this cringe story of mine. Please don’t have any high expectations on it, I may not reach them. I enjoyed writing this story a lot. Please forgive me for any mistakes.

Pairing : Sabo X Fem! Reader

Word count : 2.3 K

Warnings : Angst, fluff, happy ending

Your team were given a mission to infiltrate the base of a well-known Merchant, who was also a kidnapper. To set free all the people who were kidnapped and to hand him over to the revolutionary was your work. But… it felt like, it was already an assigned mission. Brushing the feeling aside, you took on the mission without asking anything else.

Luckily you people achieved success because of your planning. It felt like… it was the first time, your plan was actually implemented, without any ruckus or chaos. But why? Thinking about this, you felt your heart clench and your eyes started to well up.

“Y/N! What happened”, asked Koala as she came towards you. You wiped your tears with your shirt sleeve and gave her a smile. “I feel happy because we completed the mission without any… havoc”, you said trying to brush off the topic.

She kissed your cheek and said, “Aww you are so cute. Btw, we have a break for 3 days before we set sail”.

“Oh that’s great. Do you think there is any-”

“LIBRARY AROUND”, she completed your sentence before you could, making you chuckle. “There is one beside the railway station but, what are you going to read about? The Cursed castle?”, she asked you gaining your complete interest.

“Cursed castle? What is it?”, you asked curiously. Koala raised her eye brow and asked you, “What? You don’t know about that castle? There are so many rumours about that castle”.

“No, can you tell me about it?”, you tugged at her shirt and she closed her eyes and started to think.

“Actually, I’ve heard that there is a place in the forest, where there is a one tower castle. Everyone said that the castle is absolutely beautiful but it is cursed. If an individual steps into the castle, they get cursed”.

“Where is the castle and What is the curse?”, you asked her but she shook her head no and continued, “Sadly, I know nothing more about it”

“Oh… Now I have a even more interesting reason to take a tour of the Library, Thanks Koala”, you said getting up from your place.

“But, what about our shopping, HEY Y/N!!”, she wined

“Rain check”, you said closing the door behind you earning a sigh from her.

You walked quickly towards the library as your heart started to beat faster with each step you took. It was as if you needed to know about it or… like your life depended on it. Reaching the library, you walked quietly into the section of myths of the place. Looking around the shelves about the cursed castle, you found nothing about it. You tried to read and search for anything similar to it, but you found nothing.

“Excuse me, it’s the closing time”, an old woman, who was apparently the librarian, said to you. You looked at the clock and it was 11 pm. Getting up from the place you bowed to the lady and started to walk. Then a closed section of the library caught your eye.

“Sorry mam but, why is this place closed?”, you asked the librarian. She looked at the section and said, “From the time I started working here, it has been closed and no one is allowed in there”.

“Oh… Okay, I’ll leave now. Thanks”, you said and exited the place. After 15 minutes the old lady came out of the library and closed the door. As soon as she left the place and making sure no one was there, you made your way towards the door and opened the lock. Oh c’mon, this lock was a child’s play in front of all the locks that you opened before. Looking back and closing the door silently, you turned the lamp which you held and proceeded towards the closed section. ‘No Trespassing, closed for now’, was written on the door. You raised an eye brow and opened the door as you smirked.

‘The door would be broken by now, if this was read by-’, your thoughts stopped. ‘By whom?’, you thought as you felt the same pain in your heart. You clenched your fist and started to look at the books. They were mostly about the place’s history on the dark side and also the war plans used in the past.

‘Should I give up?’, you thought but again you felt a sting in your heart, as if you were supposed to search for it. You looked at all the books but couldn’t find even a similar book regarding it. You placed the books as they were and turned to leave the place even though your heart felt like it was crying with pain. Just as when you were about to leave, a painting caught your attention.

You went towards it and lifted your lamp to see it clearly. You saw that, it was a painting of a castle. ‘A one tower castle’, you thought as you saw the painting even more carefully. There was a full moon in the sky, the waterfall in the background. The sky was filled with so many stars and when observed carefully, there you saw a guy, with blond hair staring at the stars. For some reason, your heart started to beat faster than usual looking at the man in the painting. Suddenly the man moved and went inside the castle. ‘What the hell? Did he just move?’, freaking out, you took a chair and climbed on it, to touch the painting.

As your hand came in contact with the painting, you got dragged into it. You screamed as you hit the hard surface.

“Ouch! What the…”, you said as you placed your hand on your back and looked around you. It was a beautiful room, coloured with royal gold and had red carpet on the floor.

“WHO ARE YOU?”, you turned towards the voice of the person. Your (eye colour) orbs met with black orbs of a man with blond hair. He was lean and tall, also had a scar on his left eye. Your heart started to beat faster as you looked at him as if you already knew him.

He gulped as he clenched his fists and asked again, “How did you come here? Who are you?”, you blinked your eyes and got up quickly. “I have no idea how I got here. I was in a library looking at a painting one moment and then suddenly I got here”, you said and looked around.

“What happened? Why are you crying?”, he asked you. You didn’t even notice that you were crying till he mentioned, wiping your tears, you said, “It’s.. It’s nothing, I just felt like, you were familiar”.

He exhaled and nodded. “I feel the same, as if we met before, but I don’t know you”

“Is that so… What are you doing here in this castle?”

“I… I think I am the owner of this place. I can’t go out”, he said looking down.

“Oh… Can you show me the exit?”, you asked him hoping to just leave the castle.

“Exit? This place has no exit. I searched but couldn’t find”, he said to your surprise. ‘What the hell is this new problem’, you thought as you looked around.

He walked towards the window and leaned his elbows on the window sill. Looking at the stars he said, “You can’t find it. You won’t be able to. I also want to leave”

“Didn’t you ever think about escaping?”, you asked him as he continued to stare at the sky. “I don’t know. When ever I think about it, I get the question of, why I should even leave?”

‘I don’t know what is happening with this guy but… I guess if I involve, I’ll definitely be in a big problem’, you thought

“That’s pretty lonely stuff right there. What is your name? I’m Y/N by the way”

“I…”, he turned towards you and continued, “Sabo… yeah, Sabo is my name”.

“Oh okay then Sabo, even if you don’t wanna go, I intend to leave. My friends are waiting for me”, you said, ignoring the fact that your heart was beating faster because of him, as if he was the answer, but… to what?

“Friends?”, he asked

“Yeah, So, Sabo… wanna escape if you have a chance?”, you asked him. Why do you want him to come with you? What is this blond man having this effect on you?

“Can I? Are you sure that I can?”, he asked clearly wanting to know the answer.

“Yeah, how about jumping from here for starters sake?”, you ask him but he shakes his head no.

“I tried. I got back here again”, he sighed and continued, “I even tried to destroy the castle but nothing happened to it. It feels like, its mocking me for being the strongest”

He again looked out the window and said, “I don’t know if it’s a riddle that needs to be solved but, I feel like the stars are trying to say something. But I can’t understand what”. You look at the stars and then you see that, some stars are in the shape of the letter ‘J’. You walked towards the window and stood beside him. You remember teaching someone about constellations before. But… who was it?

“You… you are correct. The stars… It’s a constellation”, you replied to him and he perked up with curiosity. You observed the constellation and your hunch was correct. Pointing towards the stars, you said, “See, its looking like a letter ‘J’ if you observe”, he keenly observed and yes it was a visible to him.

“Yes, so what does it mean?”, he asked you and you continued, “Its Scorpius, according to the Greek mythology, it represents the deadly scorpion that kills Orion, the hunter, who was really proud of himself for his hunting abilities. Once there was a hunter, Orion, bragged to kill the animals of the world, but Apollo, sky god, didn’t like his attitude, so he sent a scorpion, who would end the hunter, Orion”, he placed his hand on his head and closed his eyes tightly.

“What happened?”, you questioned him.

“It… it just feels like… someone used to talk with me about constellations before. But I can’t seem to remember”, he admitted and then enquired, “So, why do you think the stars were trying to convey it?”

“I may be wrong but… I feel like, the castle is like the hunter. You said that, it was mocking you. But I feel like, it can be destroyed”, you ended as you took Sabo’s hand in yours and walked towards the centre of the castle. If you weren’t so concentrated to destroy the castle, you could’ve heard how loud Sabo’s heart beat was getting.

You observed that, the celling indeed had designs of Scorpius and Orion on it, with a star between them. Pointing towards it, you said, “Lets aim the star between Orion and the Scorpius”. Without hesitating, Sabo nodded and you both aimed at it and placed a single hit. Suddenly, the castle started to shake and cracks were forming quickly.

“I think we did it”, you said and then gasp suddenly, you felt Sabo pick you up like a princess and run towards the window. “We don’t have all day, Lets jump”, he said before jumping. You hugged him tight and he also did the same.

After you two tightly held each other, you didn’t feel any ground hit you. You both opened your eyes and you both were in the dimly lit, library room, where you were searching for the book and found the painting.

You looked up and saw that, you were still holding Sabo… Sabo, your boyfriend, whom you forgot about.

“Sabo? Why did I forget you?”, you asked him tears threatening to fall from your eyes, as he looks at you. He exhales and looks around the place and then at you again.

“Y/N! Its you. Its you!”, he exclaimed as you hugged you tightly. Pulling back he kissed the tears on your cheeks.

“Why did I forget you? It felt like no one remembered you? You were the one who was assigned this mission. How did this happen?”, you wine and sob at the same time.

“When I reached this place, the merchant wasn’t in town, so we decided to wait to catch him and free the new kidnapped people he would bring with him. But I got to know about this cursed castle and infiltrated this library to find book, that you’d like to read about it. Then I broke this door open and tried to bring the painting to you. Then got stuck in it”, he wiped the tears again from your cheeks and continued, “I didn’t remember anyone from this world, but I swear, I missed you. Thankyou for coming here and saving me, Y/N”, he said as he leaned his forehead to yours.

“I… I missed you too. I felt like there was something missing always. I used to cry without any reason”, you sobbed as he nodded and apologised for making you cry. You both exited the library after a while and headed towards the room you were given, still holding hands.

“You know, we found the merchant and freed the people who were kidnapped. For the first time no one messed up my plan”, you said to him only to receive a chuckle in return.

“Is that so. I hope its enough for this life. Get ready now because, your plans will be disturbed again”, he said making you laugh.

After reaching the room, you and Sabo cuddled next to each other as you both tried to sleep. You both kissed goodnight and slept. The next day, everyone were shocked to see and also remember Sabo. They were so confused at the incident and couldn’t figure out why they forgot about Sabo. You both never mentioned about the incident and the cursed castle painting was destroyed thanks to you two. He was the answer that you were looking for.

XOXOXOXO

I hope you liked it! Thankyou for reading. I am no expert in all the constellations. I just did some research on it. Nothing more. Sorry if I made any mistakes.

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gwoongi · 4 years

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jeon jeongguk / reader genre: hitman (john wick?) au, sugar daddy au, fluff, pining, angst rating: mature words: 4.1k warnings: mentions of blood and violence, unconventional relationship, angsty themes, smoking mention a/n: this is jeongguk as john wick because i’m trash and i cant finish one story at a time. these prompts r from here btw :) im gonna do all 50 but im too lazy rn so here’s the first 10 :D

Sometimes, saying “I love you” is inappropriate, and given your circumstances, you think it might send Jeongguk over the edge if he hears them again.

Parts: One, Two, Three, Four, Five

Now, it definitely was not a stretch to assume that everything in Jeongguk’s life was indeed unconventional. People didn’t need to understand that what Jeongguk did for work was something that, by the law, was considered unprofessional and inhumane, and so when asked, Jeongguk sufficed for “boss of a company”, and questions weren’t asked. If they were, Jeongguk came up with a slightly more conventional lie, to make up for the reality that was Jeongguk working on the clock, killing nobodies for a bit of cash.

Taehyung, his right-hand man, had expressed how unconventional Jeongguk seemed to be over a dinner in Venice, a little restaurant tucked away unconventionally in a street that did not belong to America. Jeongguk spoke four languages comfortably, and had parents retiring in the Canary Islands. Jeongguk donated money to women’s charities and mental health services, and helped bribe his cousins into Ivy Leagues when racism prevented them from entry. Jeongguk was a Joe-Exotic in the making and owned a rescue black panther named Elio, and had houses across the globe for use when working. And, Jeongguk was dipping his toes into playing house with a sugar baby who was only five years younger than him, of whom he had met in a stakeout which involved the hit being on your brother’s head. Unconventionally, you led him to his target, and afterwards, dined with him in a Thai restaurant.

Things in Jeongguk’s life were far from ordinary, but perhaps it was the denial of mundane comforts that kept Jeongguk going. If he went back to normality, to working a shitty customer service job like when he was seventeen, dumping trash into overflowing piles behind the off-license he worked at, things wouldn’t be the same. Jeongguk would feel alien, like he didn’t belong. At least here, amongst the pain and the bullets and the years worth of trauma packed in his wrinkles (which, yes, if he looks hard enough, he can see some cursing his twenty five year old skin), Jeongguk felt like he sort of belonged. In an unconventional way.

Having met Jeongguk during his line of work, there were difficulties in being Jeongguk’s sugar baby. For one, he always felt guilty for having murdered your brother, even though you heavily supported the hit. Your brother was a jerk, a bully with money, someone who had wronged your entire family, turned off your younger sister’s life support when there was a chance of her survival. Asshole, he deserved it. Secondly, Jeongguk was impractical and irrational and often acted selfishly, meaning he was often out of the country on work, only available in whispers for a few hours and then he was gone, compensating with a few sums of cash.

He tried his best. Jeongguk, despite technicalities including his work and his past and his occasional mean streak, genuinely cared about other people. When he could, he made the effort, otherwise not attempting to make promises to you that he could not keep. Jeongguk knows that he got really lucky when he found you. You didn’t ask questions. Nobody was better for him.

However, Jeongguk was selfish, and broken, and in refusal of fixing what was wrong with him. When it was of convenience, Jeongguk drew comparisons to the last girlfriend he tried to entertain. One who wronged him, and died when he tried to repair everything she had destroyed. Jeongguk carries that with him like the tattoos on his skin, a permanent memory, and something that often disturbs what could be and should be between the both of you.

Jeongguk is worthy of love, and capable of loving. On days where Jeongguk is free to lounge without the guilt of not working, you find it is so easy to love him. But, it can’t be that way. You couldn’t just tell him that. Telling him that you loved him would be inappropriately unconventional. Sometimes, saying “I love you” is inappropriate, and given your circumstances, you think it might send Jeongguk over the edge if he hears it again.

(1) Holding their hands when they are shaking.

Jeongguk is in his living room, his right leg bouncing like a spring as he cradles an infant glass of whiskey. His eyes are glazed, yet wide, staring at the Seoul city draped in darkness and neon, and without even looking inside, you know that his brain is spinning, thoughts chaotic and loud.

“Hey,” you call out to him, and his eyes stutter to the left to catch you in the doorway, “I heard you get up. What’s wrong?”

Jeongguk shakes his head gently. “Nothing, baby, go back to bed. I’ll be up in a minute.”

Jeongguk often makes comments without expectancies. You stand in the doorway that connects the living room to the long hall that stems into bedrooms and bathrooms, and watch him for a moment. His whole body vibrates like a speaker, his hands trembling as the glass drains and he reaches for a second, or a third, or maybe a tenth. You want to sigh, without being patronising, but you know that any sign of sympathy is mistaken for that whenever Jeongguk is around to make the judgement.

He looks back to the skyline and frowns, his attention panning from the window to his phone that buzzes blue, but he ignores. Stepping across the cool wooden floorboards, you approach him sleepily and take a seat next to him on the sofa. Neither of you move, but he recognises you’ve moved. He bristles slightly, like it was unexpected.

“You can take your time,” you suggest to him, and his hands ache in his lap as he sets the glass down on the coffee table with a careless thud. He scoffs, devoid of emotion, and dips his head so his chin is near his collarbones. In his lap, those hands shake. “Maybe don’t drink so much tonight.”

“I’m clearing my head,” he insists weakly. Those hands still shake.

Brows creased with a pinch, you swallow the unease and reach for his hands. Jeongguk doesn’t say anything as you do so, enveloping his hands in yours, and so suddenly the shaking ceases. Like trying to block the shakes from reaching his wrists, your hands keep his safe.

“I know,” you understand honestly, because you do know what he’s going through. “How about tea, or something? To calm down, calm down the mess that’s up in there.”

Your chin is on his shoulder, and he smiles softly. “Are you calling me messy?”

“Nah, I’m calling your brain messy,” you reply. “It’s a cruel fucking brain.”

“Hate my brain.”

“Today, we hate it.”

Jeongguk’s head turns slightly so that he can see you, and in his lap, his thumbs brush across your skin.

“Thank you,” Jeongguk says quietly, attempting a smile that doesn’t quite convince. It doesn’t necessarily have to, not tonight anyway. His phone continues to flash like a light show, Taehyung’s name in bold. “Fuck. I’ll take the call, and then I’ll come back to bed, okay?”

You nod, “Mm, okay. Want me to make a drink?”

“I don’t need it,” Jeongguk concludes. “Not today.”

(2) Tucking the sheets around them when they stir during the night.

Sometimes Jeongguk wakes up in the night due to nightmares, but tonight, it’s different.

Beside him, you stir uncomfortably and kick his leg for the fourth time. He huffs and looks over, trying to figure out if you’re awake and indignant, or lost in the dream. He settles on the latter when you strain out the name of your brother and his heart swoops with a dull ache.

“You’re just dreaming, baby, come on,” Jeongguk mutters quietly into your ear, holding you in place to calm the thrashing. “He’s not here anymore, I’m here. Y/N.”

It subsides after a few minutes, making it the longest you’ve gone on record. He looks into your sleepy, upset eyes as you break awake and brushes the hair out of your face. He tries to smile for you, and maybe you can’t see in the dark.

“I’ll get you some water,” Jeongguk suggests gently. “Hm? Sweet thing. It’s just a dream.” He says this into your hair in a hug, leaving a kiss on your temple as he breaks. “You’re fine.”

“I’m fine,” you breathe uneasily, and he separates to get a glass of water and returns to find you sleeping again. What relief Jeongguk might have is exhaled as he sets the glass on the bedside table, stroking your hair until he moves away with the sudden realisation that this is not a normal exchange.

Before Jeongguk decides to leave again, he makes sure the bed is made and that you are safe; he tucks the duvet in tightly and presses a kiss to your forehead before grabbing his coat by the front door and leaving your apartment, one tucked in the city so far that Jeongguk finds it a hassle to visit.

(3) Travelling long distances just to see them.

For three days now, you have been in Colmar, and Jeongguk is beginning to feel lonely. It had been his idea to send you away, when the heat on his long, long fued with a rival colleague threatened your safety. In return, you got a new apartment that Taehyung had found closer to Jeongguk’s own when your address got leaked, and Colmar could be considered a vacation if you pretended for long enough.

With tensions cool and the coast somewhat clear, Jeongguk picks the skin around his fingernails as a distraction before deciding that enough was enough. He missed you, and missed how you were always around for him when he needed you most. This is what drives him to jumping on a plane in his company’s name, and flying to France.

A small boat passes underneath the bridge you are standing on, and your hands dig into the barrier as you arch to smile at the tourists beneath. One catches a glimpse of your denim skirt and cherry print blouse in the sunshine and extends his hat with a wave, and you wave back. France is nothing like Seoul, and is indeed warm and fruitful and unique. The sun is hot, the sky is clear, and the streets are filled with an atmospheric buzz of friendliness, the smell of coffee and some food you don’t know yet entrapping your senses.

“Madame, je peux vous prendre en photo?”

Hearing the voice, you turn your body left and prepare to face the tourist, but instead you are welcomed with the sight of Jeongguk dressed in black, sunglasses sliding down his nose with a smile. He does hold a camera in his hands, although teasingly.

“Oui,” you quip, posing cutely and Jeongguk takes a photograph anyway, to humour the moment, to print when he gets back to Seoul. You join his laughter as he peers at the photograph and he walks without looking up towards you.

“When did you get here?” you ask him, a round of laughter from the little boat making you turn to stare at them with a giggle.

“Bout an hour ago,” Jeongguk replies, and he shuts off the camera and puts it in his coat pocket. It’s only a small camera, probably cost him a crumb to buy from a vintage store. He meets your eyes with a comfortable smile and rounds in, pressing your lower back against the bridge barrier and circling your arms around you. Carefully, then, he kisses you, tasting the suncream on your skin as his lips wander from yours to the skin around your face.

“Miss me?”

“Terribly,” Jeongguk responds. “I am so bored when you’re not around. You always have something to do, always have something to say.”

You hum in response. “I’m glad I’m of some entertainment for you.”

“Oh, for sure,” agrees Jeongguk. “I don’t think I’ve used my brain so often when I’m away from work as much as I do when I’m with you. Did you know that you’re one of the smartest people I’ve ever met?”

“Wow,” you exclaim with a smile. “Hire me.”

“Ha!” he remarks, kissing you again and taking your hand in his. He moves, back in the way you came. “Over my dead body.”

(4) Making their favorite meal when they are having a hard day.

“You.”

“Not now, Y/N, I’m working,” Jeongguk replies non committedly. He fists his hair.

“Not up for discussion right now,” you huff, and he has the nerve to glare at you which only makes you uncomfortably angry. “You haven’t eaten in fourty eight hours, and I’m not about to be held responsible for your death when you die of hunger, so get your ass in the kitchen before I dump this food over your stupid head.”

He challenges you. “You’re brave talking to somebody who could destroy your life like that.”

“Do it, I literally have nothing to lose,” you answer. “Please eat something. I made it with love and care.”

Jeongguk relents, sighing at his paperwork but nonetheless moving away from his home office and following you like a child towards the direction of the kitchen. He feels bad, you know he feels bad, and he circles his arms around your body as you walk, stumbling into the space of the kitchen and smelling the familiar aroma of pork rice stew. Alas, he sees the bowl steaming in his spot at the table and his eyes follow you as you hum and set start to washing the dishes.

“Y/N-”

“No words, just eating,” you instruct. “Bone apple tit.”

He grins, then, and takes a seat. “You know that’s not the phrase, right?”

“Tell that to Twitter,” you sigh.

(5) Giving them a kiss before going to work and they are still in bed.

Jeongguk prefers to see you when he doesn’t have work the next day, because leaving when you’re asleep is an asshole move in any dictionary. So, when one of his men phones him at four in the morning and relays the horror that someone’s died on his property, Jeongguk has to fight the demons that almost convince him to hand the job over to somebody who gives a fuck about the intruder stuck on his barbed fence.

He gets up, anyway.

Next to him, in the bed that belongs to you because this is your new apartment, Jeongguk stares down at you and feels a tug in his stomach. Guilt, it follows him everywhere like a ghost.

Before he leaves, he likes to give you a little kiss for the morning, so the tingling sensation reminds you that despite being an asshole and leaving without properly saying goodbye, he still gives several shits about you, and will be back when he can be.

(6) Tucking your head into their neck during a hug.

Jeongguk wants to hang Taehyung for making him remember the reasons why you had to move across the city to a new apartment.

It had, of course, been Jeongguk’s fault, and when the notification came from an exhausted worker in his line of work that the alarm system in your apartment had been triggered for an intruder, Jeongguk remembers all he saw was red.

The front door was forced open, a body indent in the wood and the front porch ransacked and littered with shards of glass and bullets. Inside was no prettier, with mess scattered everywhere and photos smashed on the floors. The carpets were stained with red that Jeongguk prayed was just wine, the glass coffee table in two pieces and a knife covered in red on the floor. Jeongguk and his men, along with the few police officers Jeongguk could actually trust in this god-forsaken hellhole, noticed that the blood belonged to one of the intruders who lay dead on the stairs.

Nobody knows how Jeongguk got through the apartment so fast, and why, without any hesitation, he murdered the remaining intruders without suggesting questioning and torture. That was his go-to when it rarely concerned you. He wanted those stupid enough to even try and go after you to really fucking regret it as he picked off fingernails and made them suffer for hours or days. This time he just killed, and moved onwards, calling your name like a mantra.

Jeongguk could have cried when you emerged, petrified, from inside one of the closets. Upon seeing you, Jeongguk collapsed his gun on the floor and stepped towards you protectively, pulling you in tightly for a hug. Sobbing into his neck, you hugged him tighter, feeling finally safe when his hand held the back of your head, like you were a precious thing that was of value.

You were of the highest value to Jeongguk.

“Fuck you,” Jeongguk barks suddenly, and Taehyung shrugs and exits the office. All he had asked was if he loved you.

(7) Lightly kissing on top of a freshly formed bruise.

There might be the assumption that Jeongguk comes home with more bruises than you do. Which is true, technically, and there’s no hesitation from your end in nursing them to a comfortable recovery.

On rare occasion, Jeongguk comes home and finds you exhibiting a new purple blob on your skin. Like today.

Jeongguk hasn’t seen you in two days, and when he lets himself into your apartment with the key he has glued to him at all times, he follows the silence and light to the bathroom. You sit on the edge of your bathtub, gently rubbing cream on your knee in little circles.

“What happened here?” he asks quickly, and you continue rubbing with your tongue poking out between your lips.

“You’ll laugh, don’t ask,” you mutter.

“Hey, I won’t laugh,” Jeongguk says. He rests his weight against the doorframe, “You open the front door the wrong way again?”

Ha! You laugh humourlessly. “Worse!” You look up at him sadly, “I tripped in the parking lot carrying my groceries. It’s on camera and everything, I want to die.”

Jeongguk pokes the inside of his mouth to resist laughing. “Well, fuck. That’s your leg ruined.”

“I know,” you pout. “Good thing you’re my sugar daddy- wanna pay for cosmetic leg surgery?”

“I like your bruised up legs,” says Jeongguk.

“Me too, but not these ones.”

“Bruh, that’s enough cream on your skin,” Jeongguk exclaims, moving forward to snatch the cream from your hands. “More is not better. Come on, you’re okay.”

“It hurts.”

“Boohoo,” he sighs. You don’t move. “Ugh, whatever. Come’re.”

Jeongguk drops the cream tube onto the sink but it clatters into the bowl. He’ll move it later if he remembers to, and he pretends it’s hard to pick you up off the bathtub and carries you swiftly out of the bathroom and into the living room. Things have barely moved since he last came to visit; the swarms of paper still invade your coffee table and your laptop is on sleep mode by a half-empty coffee cup filled with hot chocolate, because he knows your standing on coffee. Everything is a lot messier now that you’ve decided you want to go back to school, but at least Jeongguk knows it keeps you busy when he’s away.

“Oh,” he says suddenly, as you’re sat down with one leg up around him still. He pokes at a spot on your leg and you squirm, “there’s another one.”

You peer to look, “Oh, yeah, that one’s you.”

“Oh.” He pauses, “Pretty, though.”

You huff like a little baby and he dares you with raised eyebrows. That keeps you silent and Jeongguk moves his body at an angle to the right, sweeping to kiss the bruise better, the bruise that he made a few nights ago with tender love and care.

“All better,” he assures.

“It feels better already.”

“Mm. Magic.”

(8) Buying them something unrequested because it made you think of them.

“So, I was at a school fayre today.”

“Really?” Jeongguk sits with his laptop on his legs, and your legs are tangled around his body like some sort of jungle maze. He rarely works on his bed, not unless the work is sudden and he can’t help it. You’ve just come in, dived on the bed and claimed his waist as something to squeeze your legs around.

“Yep. Like, one of those little craft things where students sell their shit and make money from it. You know, supporting local artists! It’s really cute, if I was good at something I’d have participated.”

Jeongguk thinks of things you’re good at, and there’s a lot. “Aw. There’s always next year.”

“Yeah,” you reason. “Anyway- point is, is that I got you something.”

Jeongguk stills for a second, glancing over his right shoulder to see you, “Me?”

“Yep. You.”

“What did you get?” he asks, and then he’s back to checking blueprints.

You untangle your legs and slide off the bed, retreating to your bag slung across the room by the bedroom door. From here, you take out a small little pin-badge and when you’re sat next to Jeongguk again, you fiddle with it until it catches his attention.

“What’s this?” asks Jeongguk.

“It’s a badge of honour,” you claim, and you slip it into his palms. He fingers the front when he examines it, reading the little words of “Number One Dad” and he stares up at you. “Like it?”

“It’s for me?” he asks again.

“Yeah. You can wear it and like, I don’t know, think of me,” you shrug.

Jeongguk thinks for a moment. Even though it’s stupid, and cliche and a little bit embarrassing, he still thinks it’s funny and thoughtful.

“Want me to wear it to work?” he asks you.

“Oh, absolutely,” you encourage. “I’ll get Taehyung an uncle badge if he gets pissy.”

“Hey, you’re mine and he’s not allowed a relationship to you, no matter what definition,” Jeongguk pouts. “He wants a sugar niece, well...he’ll have to look somewhere else.”

You gape. “Wow. Who thought you had it in you to be so possessive.”

“Please, with a pussy like that of course I’m possessive,” he teases. He’s joking.

“My power,” you sigh anyway, and jump off the bed claiming that you’re hungry. Jeongguk looks at the badge again and pops it in his breast pocket before he loses it and regrets it.

(9) Participating in their hobby even if it doesn’t personally interest you.

Jeongguk’s bored out of his brain.

He has no idea how you can be so fascinated by this stupid game where you’re essentially in debt, but he still sits and watches you tour him around this weird island that is inhabited by ducks and an ugly gorilla villager dressed in pink. And to think that he had a part to play in all of this, because his bank account definitely helped pay for this Nintendo Switch and game.

“Do you like my beach?” you ask him. It’s literally just sand and one coconut tree, and a few shells by the water. Oh, there’s a beach chair on there too, but it makes little difference. “I’m poor, I can’t afford furniture yet.”

“Can’t you just make it?”

“I can, but I’m sick of making axes to collect wood,” you explain with a grudge against the fact that tools now break in this Animal Crossing game. Jeongguk hums like he’s invested, and he tries to be, because he cares about you too much to unintentionally hurt your feelings by displaying his crippling disinterest.

“Oh. Makes sense.”

“Can I show you my hybrid flower garden?”

He sighs. “Yeah, you wanted to show me all of your island, right?”

You nod enthusiastically. “Once you’ve had a tour, I can make you a profile and you can play too. You can live next door to me!”

“Why can’t we share a house?” Jeongguk presses.

“Because I don’t think it works like that, babe,” you confess. “Anyway. Here’s my garden.”

(10) Sitting in comfortable silence while eating a meal.

He’s tired. You’re tired.

The radio plays quietly updating Seoul on the fires that spread across the city today, and Jeongguk smells like smoke and salt. He keeps his head down as he eats his meal, something he brought home with him to make up for the fact that he’s been absent for almost a week now. You have so many things to say and he has so many things he needs to say to make up for everything, but nothing is said tonight.

You know he’s having a hard time, because Jeongguk’s been smoking again. He smoked on the balcony earlier, and once again in the bedroom. There are now ashtrays around your own apartment, and you don’t even smoke. Jeongguk takes a drink of bourbon and swallows it dry.

You look up at him from across the table, not wanting to press the issue when you know it’ll end in an argument, and then sex to make up for it. You’re both too tired to fuck today, too tired to speak. Just being in each other's company is enough for tonight. The only words he says are goodnight and something you don’t catch as you’re drifting off to sleep. Jeongguk’s awake all night, the fires burn until early hours, and the smoke smell is still there in the morning even when he isn’t.

#im sick of myself and my brain making new fics instead of finishing current ones #oh well #jungkook scenario #bts scenario #jeongguk scenario #jungkook x reader #bts #bangtan #bts imagine #jungkook imagine #bts jungkook imagine #jeongguk x reader #jeon jeongguk #jeon jungkook #jjk #bts mafia au #sugar daddy au #wordless

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sandalaris · 4 years

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SethKate for the 10 sentence meme?

one sentence per genre for a pairing

How can anyone do any of these with just one sentence?! At least I tried.... there’s a lot of run on sentences in this, btw, although after a few I just decided the one sentence rule could shove it and went with keeping each one short, and at least one I said screw it and made it pretty long for a one-sentence story.

1. Angst

A shadow self, that’s what Amaru called them, the ones she twisted and turned and brought forth from the other side, and logically Kate knows he had no choice, knows he did what he had to do to save Richie and her and the world, but logic has no hold in the face of screaming gaping wound in her chest that pulses and weeps grief and guilt when she looks at Seth’s face. It’s a cruel and ugly twist of fate, to still love the man who killed her brother.

A/N: A mild AU I will never write (but have thought about what would happen before) in which Amaru did her shadow-self thing on Scott and Seth is forced to kill him.

2. AU

There’s nothing wrong with the school itself, she decides, even if she does find some of its rules and traditions a bit odd. She wouldn’t even need to be here except Our Lady of Sorrow holds the only duel credit program with both an opening in Statistics and Intro to Psych that was willing to let Kate in given her... unusual circumstances (being homeschooled, a devout Baptist, and technically enrolled at a local public high school - a PE credit apparently requires a bit more than her daddy and the internet can provide - had her sure that even applying was a lost cause). She only has to spend half a day on campus and only one of her classes is even near the annex building so she hardly sees Seth (she refuses to call him “Mr. Gecko” on principle. She’s only somewhat a student here, and he is certainly not her teacher, even if he is a teacher.. she thinks).

She’s counting the weeks until the semester ends.

A/N: I would love to read this as a full fic... just not sure I want to write it, lol.

3. Crack

No. Nuh-uh. No way. Seth is not some pansy assed prince charming setting out on a quest or one of those glory seeking wannabe knights who graduate from the Fairytale Training Academy, and he’s certainly never wanted to be anyone’s goddamn hero, so little miss damsel in distress, who’s probably some secret lost princess because Seth’s read this tale before and he hated it the first time around, can save her sob story for some other guy because he is absolutely not-

“Please.”

...fuck.

A/N: A reluctant Seth who is entirely too aware of fairy tale tropes and trying everything he can not to be in a one? Way more amusing than it should be to me.

4. Future fic

Seth eyes the group of sparkly wrapped boxes sitting on the counter with distrust, part of him already counting their numbers and trying to figure out how many have his name on them. After last year, when Seth managed to sneak a peek at every single last gift and “ruined the surprise,” Kate had managed to hide every Christmas present so well he’d begun to wonder if she’d decided he didn’t get any this year.

He reaches for a small, shiny box, the tag just peeking out from the curly bow and revealing a “th” in a familiar loopy penmanship, when Kate suddenly hisses behind him.

“Don’t even think about it.”

A/N: “Future” makes me think domestic fic (at least in FDtD), and that’s not an area I’m real familiar with, so *waves hand* this is what you get. :P

5. First Time

Her hands are shaking. Not visibly, but enough to make her fingers feel weak and the gun in her grip far too dangerous.

“You ready?”

She doesn’t know if she’s imagining the doubt in Seth’s voice, regret bleeding through at agreeing for her to play a bigger role, but she nods firmly anyways, tightening her grip and stepping forward.

A/N: Kate’s first heist... although I doubt Seth let her use a gun the first time. Too dangerous in the hands of an amateur. And I’m pretty sure Seth kept Kate’s role as danger-free and background as he could, because she was still fighting so hard to be considered an equal partner at the beginning of S2.

6. Fluff

She’s just managed to settle into the perfect spot when the bed shifts slightly behind her and a familiar hand fumbles sleepily at her arm and over her stomach before finding the hollow dip of her waist. Kate lets out a half-hearted protest, bits of warmth escaping at the blanket slips down and the sheet bunching beneath her as Seth wastes no time tugging her across the mattress, the sound dying into a soft laugh as he tucks her half under him and grumbles wordlessly against her temple without even opening his eyes. She shifts, tugging the corner of the pillow down a bit so its not digging into her neck before letting out a happy sigh. Perfect.

7. Humor (I had a hard time with this one, so I just wrote something random)

Kate makes a noise of frustration, pushing herself from her chair and snapping, “I’m gonna die a virgin. Again!”

“You know,” Richie says with far too much brotherly glee, “if you’re looking for someone to-”

“Shut up, Richard!”

8. Hurt/Comfort (another one where I didn’t exactly want to go full hurt/comfort, so instead I went Hurt? As in injury? Yeah, lets go with that.)

“Ohgodohgodohgod.” She can’t seem to stop the litany of words, repeated phrase cycling through her mind as she presses harder. There’s blood, so much blood, seeping red and too thick through her fingers that she can’t even feel the pain.

She should feel it, she thinks, she did before. Or maybe its better that she can’t, she doesn’t want a repeat of the well.

She takes another step, seeing the door just a few steps away. There are people beyond it, Seth and Richie’s people (Seth’s going to be so pissed, she thinks with a kind of worrying detachment.) It’s a simple goal: get to the door. Everything will be alright if she can just get to the door.

A/N: Kate is totally OK in this. It’s bad, but not as bad as she thinks, and while she doesn’t make it to the door before collapsing, someone comes through really quickly and sees her.

9. Smut Hand holding?

The leather is soft against his skin, well worn from years of near continuous use and Kate’s dedicated care. He remembers when she first got them, the fancy looking box with its folded tissue paper holding them inside like they were a gift. He had hated them, hated the way they covered Kate’s small, deadly hands, the way Dad expected for her to be grateful, how necessary they were.

He slides his hand up, pad of his thumb brushing over the expensive leather covering her palm before it presses against the soft, vulnerable skin of her inner wrist, and he swears for a moment her can feel the nervous flutter of her pulse before he curls his fingers to lock around her wrist.

She looks at him, an amused quirk of to the edge of her lips as he raises her hand between them and he meets her gaze, not bothering to measure the redness of her eyes as he reaches his free hand up to pinch the fabric just above her pinkie.

“What’re yo-” She cuts off with a choked gasp when he tugs, but doesn’t jerk back. He’s inexplicably proud of her for it.

Her eyes are wide and a little panicked, bottom lip trapped between her teeth as she watches him tug at the top of each finger, loosening the well-fitting glove until it sits loose on her small hand.

He takes in a shaky breath, feeling unaccountably nervous as he grips the empty tip of the glove’s middle finger, like he’s removing far more than just a simple bit of leather. But then again, maybe he is. After all, Kate’s almost never lets any of them see her without her gloves, not willingly.

He pauses at the thought, gaze flicking away from his task to look at Kate. He regrets it almost immediately. He wasn’t going to stop once he started, wasn’t going to give Kate cause to think he held any of the fear she’s convinced he must feel. But maybe she sees the question in his eyes, or feel it in the sure way he holds her wrist because she nods, small and hesitant but there. He pulls the glove the rest of the way off and lets it fall to the floor.

He lets out a breath just as Kate seems to suck one in, her gaze locked on her bare fingers and Seth loosens his grip, fingers already turning so he can run the flat of his palm up her wrist, forearm pressing against forearm as his hand aligns with hers.

He’s grinning, sudden and full of too much smug satisfaction if Kate’s affectionate eye roll is anything to go by, but Seth doesn’t care, already lacing their fingers together so he can hold her hand proper for once.

A/N: This is part of a tUA inspired AU that has no plot and therefore will never be written. But I know exactly what Kate and Seth’s abilities are, which is part of why this is such a thing for Kate here and why Seth feels her fears are unfounded.

10. UST (Unresolved Sexual Tension)

She doesn’t blink, barely seems to be breathing, holding herself so carefully behind her desk, straight backed and fingers laced together as she stares stubbornly up at him. He smiles, slow and measured and knowing, letting his gaze sweep over the cardigan she’s begun buttoning all the way up since he joined her little class, before leaning close, meeting her gaze and dropping his voice low, like a secret between them.

“And what do I get if I get it right?”

A/N: Seth goes back to school to get his GED, Ms. Fuller is not what he was expecting. I actually had a whole scene playing through my head for this, because I like build up, and it was really hard to pick just a small part to put here.

None of these are edited, despite how long it took to post, meaning I have mixed feelings on them, lol. I think I like more of them than I expected to, so yay!

#sethkate #asked and answered #my writing #these were both really hard and really fun #and with mixed sucess

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perriewinklenerdie · 4 years

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Class is over (Ethan Ramsey x MC)

Open Heart, Ethan Ramsey x MC

A/N: Hello, hello, hello! The beginning of this fic has been written at least a month ago, and has been sitting in the back of my PC ever since (it has a lot of siblings too btw). It's fluff cause we need some happiness in those gloomy times. It's a part of Ever Since I Met You series (an AU in which Ethan and Claire met while she was still in med school).

AO3 link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23631865

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He could feel at least three pairs of eyes, drilling holes into the back of his head. It didn’t take a genius to know exactly why he had their attention, why they couldn’t stop stealing glances at him, why he felt as though he was sitting on a display, for everyone to see. There was no way they had even the slightest idea why he was there.

After all, what could be the reason for Ethan Ramsey being in the halls of the medical school?

As it turned out, they wouldn’t have to wait long to find out. A sound of chairs moving against the floor could be heard, along with the increasing amount of voices, talking as the class ended. Seconds later, the door flew open and a hoard of students started pouring out of the room, dispersing in various directions. He was standing near the side of the room, checking his watch when his body was slammed against the wall, a pair of arms wrapped tightly around his neck. If he could have protested, he probably would have, but he suddenly found his lips preoccupied. Ethan’s instincts kicked in, instantly knowing who he had his arms full of, his hands stroking her back softly, falling deeply into their closeness.

“I missed you.” Claire muttered when they separated, her smile getting wider by the second, a familiar shiver running down her spine as he held her securely close to him. He nudged her nose with his, smirk pulling on his lips.

“Likewise, Miss Herondale.”

He had an amused look on his face when she leaned back to take in his appearance. They haven’t seen each other for two weeks due to him attending a conference in Denver. It was the first time they were away from one another for that long since they met and after six days it became apparent that it would be difficult for both of them. The amount of work definitely helped, but every sliver of free time came with an irresistible itch to reach for their phone and communicate somehow.

“Come on, let’s get out of here before one of my teachers decides to pull you in for a lecture.” She teased, pulling on his hand to drag him down the hall an out the building.

It was a bright day. Rays of sunshine hit his back, warming him up, almost as much as the feel of her hand in the back pocket of his pants, the notion putting ideas and images in his head, despite the look on her face with which she tried to seem innocent. His own hand was resting on her shoulder blade, rubbing lazy circles against the fabric of her shirt.

“Since you don’t have any classes for the next three days, I thought we could get out of town. A road trip if you will.” He suggested, nudging her forehead with his nose, a smile she couldn’t see lighting up his face.

“Okay, first of all, I love the idea. But second, and what I love even more, is how much effort you put into finding out when I don’t have classes so you could steal me away from the world.” Claire’s eyes sparkled mischievously as she turned around, pulling him to the side of the sidewalk so they could just stop and stare at each other. She stood on the tips of her toes so her lips could brush against his teasingly. “If you wanted me all to yourself, you could have just asked. I’m more than willing to participate in… whatever activity you have planned.” Her fingers brushed his locks away from his forehead affectionately, pulling on the ends with a playful wink. “Like knitting or baking.”

“What I have in mind requires you to be entirely focused on what you want. And it involves hardly any fabric, so your clothes would be a mere distraction.” Their eyes locked onto one another, a silent battle of who would break the contact first. She always won, claiming that years and years of practice with her brother in that exact discipline made her an unbeatable champion.

“My, my, Dr. Ramsey! I would never take you for a man to talk about such things in public!” her hand made contact with his arm, squeezing his muscles through the thin material of his shirt for a short moment. The warmth of her touch spread a wave of heat down his limb, reaching the very far end of his body, making him come alive.

“I meant swimming, Miss Herondale. Whatever else would be on your mind?” he pretended to be shocked, but they both knew he was just teasing her. It was a game they were both playing, both of them excellent players, worthy opponents for the other. Her arms snaked around his neck, pulling their bodies flush against one another, a quiet groan escaping him.

“I know exactly what I want, Dr. Ramsey. And it has nothing to do with swimming.” She muttered, pressing their lips together in a heated, albeit short kiss. His grip on her tightened, lifting off the ground, her feet dangling above the sidewalk by a few inches.

It was in that exact moment that a stranger bumped into them, sending them both onto the nearest wall. He shielded her from the impact, recklessly reaching out towards the wall with his left hand to break their fall. If he was standing nearby and looking at the situation from aside, he would call himself an idiot for doing something so stupid. It was a recipe for a disaster, but in that particular moment he couldn’t possible put himself outside his position long enough to decide what he should do, which led to where they were now.

At the hospital.

He was sitting on the bed, cursing under his breath. Claire was seated in a chair, next to him, running soothing circles on the back of his palm. Every time he got distracted by her touch, long enough to forget about pain and sheer annoyance at the fact that he was a patient when he should be a doctor.

“You’re going to run a hole in your mind if your thoughts keep racing in there like that.” She nudged his knee with hers, smiling sympathetically. She got why he was upset; she would be too. They were the same in that sense. The thought of having her hand immobilized for upcoming weeks would drive her mad. Fortunately for him, he didn’t have to go through this alone.

The door opened quietly, then closed, followed by the sound of the footsteps that approached them. Ethan looked up from Claire’s face, scoffing when he saw who joined them. She turned around in her seat, curious after his reaction.

An older man was standing in the middle of the room, a teasing smile on his lips as he looked between the pair in front of him. Claire had only a faint clue as to who it was, but soon enough, her doubts were diminished.

“It takes a literal accident for you to introduce me to her. I’m disappointed in you, Ethan.” The man chuckled, and from the tone of his speech, she immediately recognized him as Naveen, Ethan’s mentor and what seemed to be his only friend besides Jenner.

“Believe me, I would much rather have you two meet over dinner and wine.” He winced in pain, gritting his teeth together as another sharp tug shot up his arm. Claire stood up, extending her hand towards the older man.

“It’s very nice to meet you…?”

“Naveen, please. You are the first person to get through that thick skull of his, Miss Herondale.” He said, grinning at the younger man on the bed.

“Claire is absolutely fine, Naveen. He talks about you all the time.” They shook their hands firmly, sharing warm smiles.

“That’s funny, I was about to say the same thing about you.”

The two of them laughed, leaving Ethan to observe them. Of course, if he could choose, he would have them meet somewhere that didn’t involve a broken wrist, but the feel he got from them interacting ensured him in what he already knew. Those two would be great friends, teasing him at any given occasion without a doubt too, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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One year later

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The smell of coffee hit his nose as he entered the shop, immediately spotting the two of them in the far corner of the room. Three cups of coffee on the table meant that he didn’t have to make a detour to get one for himself, instead aiming his steps towards his companions and eventually taking a seat next to his wife. His lips touched her forehead in a tender, although not long enough kiss, before nodding towards their mutual friend.

“You two working together must be hell. How many times have you caught yourself wanting to reach out to one another today?” Naveen grinned, taking a sip of his drink. Claire shook her head, claiming that she had enough self-control to keep her hands to herself.

“Unlike Ethan, who’s hand I had to slap away from my waist at least three times today. And here I was, thinking that ethics were his main priority.” She mused, smiling lightly at him, a tender sliver of emotion in her gaze. He laced their fingers together, running his thumb over the skin of her palm.

“You’re my main priority. And don’t you forget it.” he emphasized his point, looking directly at her with a serious expression. She nodded, pulling her hand out of his grasp so she could squeeze the tip of his nose with her two fingers teasingly. Naveen laughed at their playful banter, pride swelling in his chest.

“I can’t wait for you two to break the news in the hospital. That building won’t be able to handle it.” He sipped his coffee, deep in his thoughts for a short moment. A teasing grin broke out on his face, his index finger tapping against his chin. “I won’t mind though; the gossip will be out of this world.”

#ethan ramsey #open heart #ethan x mc #mc x ethan #dr. ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #mc x ethan ramsey #choices #fic #fanfiction #open heart fanfiction #choices fanfiction

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thecreedsgambit · 4 years

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Two of Hearts | Ethan x MC (Jane)

Chapter 3: Clearer Now

Summary: The Ethan fluff I promised in my last post.

Author’s Note: This was fun to write, ngl.

Song Inspiration: Hurricane x Luke Combs

Tags: @mvalentine @ethanramseysgirl @openheart12 @junggoku @tefigranger @noboundariesplease @colossalpainintheass @lifeof-liv @ethxnrxmsey @kaavyaethanramsey @paulfwesley @ethandaddyramsey @adrex04

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Pixelberry.

BTW: Be prepared for affection, hehe.

Chapter 1: The Other Woman | Chapter 2: Mediation

Ethan stood before her, his hair wet from the thunderous rain above them and his eyes intense from the electric air between them. She wasn’t sure what to say, and, even if she thought she did, she wasn’t sure how to phrase it.

Thank God he spoke first.

“I don’t usually do this,” he admitted. His gaze was unflinching, but his fingers twitched as if he couldn’t decide if he wanted to reach for her or put his hands in his pockets. “I never do this, actually. I’m not one for romantic gestures or eloquent apologies. I -”

Jane didn’t want to speak; she feared that, if she did, the interruption might make Ethan not finish wherever he intended this conversation to go. For once, she needed him to finish his sentence. She needed him to string his words together and explain how he truly felt. So, she waited.

When she didn’t say anything, Ethan sighed. “At the art gallery, I told you everything was conditional. I said it with such conviction, but, even then, I couldn’t ignore the doubt. My feelings for you have no condition, Jane, and that scares the hell out of me. It was frustrating. I believed in the conditional for so long – I charged my dad for loving my mom despite everything – and I felt guilty because I knew, deep down, that I was falling for you. I knew I felt for you nothing but unadulterated … unadulterated …”

Ethan’s eyes were pleading with hers. Say something.

But she didn’t; she wouldn’t. Goosebumps ran down her arms, and her heart pulsed rapidly. Her emotions were stirring inside her like a vicious storm brewing, much like the storm outside. The patter of rain never let up, swirling and pounding against the windows surrounding them.

She couldn’t help but to feel Ethan’s words were a storm of their own. She was in the eye of the storm, and she wasn’t quite sure if she was prepared to brace for the rest.

Her eyes tried their hardest to convey as much as she dared without sobbing. Just say it, Ethan. Say it.

He faltered, running another hand through his hair. “I went to the Amazon because I thought putting distance between us would calm my feelings. That’s what I did – that’s what I usually do. I trust in the conditional.” He gazed at her, and his eyes softened so much so that, for Jane, the harsh rain and the deafening thunder seemed to fade in the background. “But, when I came back from the Amazon, I saw you at Donahue’s, and I –,” he paused and frowned.

His eyes finally broke contact to stare at the floor in frustration. Seeing him struggle over his words made a blush creep onto her cheeks, and Jane took a step forward. As much as it surprised her, it seemed to surprise Ethan even more. He slowly looked up, following her lead and taking a step forward of his own.

“I met Vic – I met Dr. Robbins the second week I was there; she was the only doctor I found to be competent enough to actually share ideas with.”

He said it with such indifference – so much like himself – that, despite her jumble of emotions, Jane’s lips gave way to an almost humorous twitch. It didn’t go unnoticed by Ethan, and he took that as another sign to take one more cautious step toward her.

“We worked together for a few weeks. One night, our team went to dinner, and we were the last to head off to our rooms. She … she looked at me, and I thought that maybe – just maybe – I had done it,” he admitted. “I thought maybe I had proven my point, that everything is conditional. I thought that, finally, I could be the mentor you needed me to be.”

Jane couldn’t help it; she finally broke like a dam. To think that somewhere, far away, even just for a moment, Ethan thought he could move beyond her and start over, was enough to make her emotion pour out like the clouds above them.

Ethan must have noticed how broken she looked because he hurried to continue. “That’s why I went to the Amazon,” he sputtered. “I thought distance could make this - us - conditional.”

Despite her best efforts, Jane’s eyebrows furrowed, and she felt her face twist in pain. Ethan finally closed the distance between them. There was a moment of hesitation; he brought a hand up to her face but stopped himself only inches from her skin. His eyes searched hers.

Jane suddenly became desperate. Though she felt as if she were drowning in pain, she knew, deep down, that Ethan was the only way she could pull herself up. Without thinking, she brought her own hand up, closing around his, and gently pushing his hand toward her. Ethan was pleasantly surprised, and, when his hand cupped her cheek, Jane leaned into his touch.

“It felt wrong,” he said, barely above a whisper. “When she kissed me, it felt wrong. I pulled away, and I was fairly closed off after that.” His thumb trailed lovingly across her skin. “There is no condition when it comes to … this, Jane, when it comes to us. I should have known, and I will forever be sorry for that.”

They stared at each other for a moment. Jane searched his eyes. She wasn’t quite sure what she was looking for anymore. All she knew was that, above all her other emotions, she felt nothing but elation. Ethan was here; he came here for her. Hair dripping wet, a slight shiver that had only just gone away moments before, and a question burning in his eyes: Where do we go from here, Jane?

Grabbing his jacket, she pulled him toward her and crashed her lips onto his. His initial shock was over in seconds, and he let his hand sink into her hair as his free arm wrapped around her protectively. Their kiss was feverish - so fervent and so fiery that she almost felt dizzy. She didn’t want to stop; she never wanted to stop.

She pulled him closer, if that were even possible, before letting her hands trail up his chest, eventually wrapping her arms around his neck. They kissed each other passionately, but it soon turned rough. It was as if both of them wanted to show just how much they needed one another - just how much they loved one another. It didn’t have to be said; they knew.

He pulled back just long enough to whisper, “I should’ve known. No one will ever be able to kiss me the way you do.”

With that, he reconnected his lips with hers and continued to pour every ounce of him into several eager kisses. Jane brought a hand up to the back of his head, pushing him closer and toying with the hair at the nape of his neck all at the same time.

Ethan leaned down, placing his hands under her thighs and lifting her up until her legs wrapped around his torso. She felt light and airy. She had been right; Ethan was just the sort of fresh air she needed.

He carried them over to the couch, lowering her until she felt her back sink against the cushions and her head rest on a soft pillow. Ethan lowered his weight gently on top of her, and their kisses eventually turned slow. She took in his scent, letting it lace her senses as she enjoyed his presence.

Their kisses moved lazily; neither one of them wanted to be the first to pull back. Eventually, Ethan let his lips move to her jawline. Jane let out a content sigh as his mouth ghosted over her neck, and his lips felt as if they left tendrils of little flames over her skin. One of her hands found his hair, and she let her fingers run through it with nothing short of tender affection.

A crash sound emanated from the television, startling them both. Ethan’s eyes darted to the TV before returning his attention to her, dipping his head low once more to bury his face in the crook of her neck. He let out a low chuckle that felt like a soft hum against her skin.

“I forgot you have horrible taste in movies,” he murmured.

Her hand remained in his hair, and her other hand began dragging her fingers lightly up and down his back. For the first time in awhile, a genuine laugh escaped her lips. “I do not have horrible taste in movies. Your hair is so wet, by the way.”

“I did stand in the rain,” he responded. Jane’s heart jumped at the idea of Ethan waiting outside, most likely beyond nervous. The way he looked at her confirmed her suspicion. “And, many would agree with me about your taste in movies.”

“This is coming from a man who has box seats at the opera house.”

“Hey,” he protested. He dragged his teeth across her collarbone before nipping at her skin. “I’ll let that slide … because you have horrible taste in movies.”

They shared a smile before Jane looked away. She could feel Ethan studying her, and, when she returned her eyes to his, her breath caught in her throat. His blue eyes were looking at her so intensely that it was enough to make her heart skip a beat or two.

“You know,” he began. One of his hands had been resting on her hip, and his finger began brushing her exposed skin in slow circles. “I thought a lot about what you said yesterday.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He let out a sigh. “Rookie …” Her eyes must’ve darkened because he gave her a quizzical look before smirking. She wasn’t sure what made him use her old nickname, but she could tell he was glad he did. “So, that’s what gets you excited? Really?”

Jane pursed her lips, slapping him lightly on the arm. “Shut up.”

His smirk widened. “Well, rookie,” he began, giving her a pointed look. She rolled her eyes, and he dropped a kiss onto her neck before continuing, “I rarely make mistakes.”

She moved to speak.

“Don’t you dare say anything,” he said. She pouted, and he chuckled. “What I mean is, I rarely make mistakes, but, when you walked away, I felt like I’d made the biggest mistake in my life.”

Jane’s heart raced. She suddenly became shy under his impassioned gaze, but she dared to ask, “then why didn’t you come after me?”

“I didn’t know what to say,” he admitted. “I thought that, if I did say anything more, I’d only make it worse. I couldn’t afford to make this worse.” He let his hand trail down her leg fondly. “But I realized I had to try. I realized that ignoring how I felt was more exhausting - more distracting - than actually admitting it.”

With a small smile, Jane brought a hand up to push a stray piece of his hair out of his eyes, her fingers grazing his forehead. “Took you long enough.”

He gave her a sheepish smile, and, this time, it was her turn to study him.

“It’s alright, you know,” she finally said.

“What is?”

“Words, romantic gestures, eloquent apologies … it’s alright if that’s not your thing.” He didn’t say anything, but she could tell he felt some sense of relief. “When I jumped into this, Ethan, I knew you weren’t good with words.”

He moved to speak.

“Don’t say anything,” she teased. He frowned, which earned a giggle from her. “I like that you’re willing to try, but I’m starting to know you well enough to understand you without words. When it doesn’t have to do with your undying love for me, of course.”

Ethan gave her a look, and she grinned in response. Chuckling, he challenged, “Oh yeah?”

“Most definitely,” she responded. “The other day, when you were practically grilling that intern -.”

“I was not grilling him.”

“Yes, you were, Ethan.”

“You say that like you weren’t an intern not even a year ago,” he grumbled.

She ignored him. “You were grilling him, and you asked him to list the steps of a standard procedure. When he messed up, you kept such a straight face, but …”

“But?”

“You have a tell.”

He raised an eyebrow. “A tell? What kind of tell?”

“The kind that says, ‘Dr. Ramsey’s not satisfied, and he’s about to tear into you. You should be mildly afraid.’”

Ethan shook his head. “I refuse to believe that’s a thing.”

“Oh trust me, Ethan. It’s a thing, and you have a tell.”

“Okay. And what is it?”

She lowered her voice, trying her best to make it sound as sultry as possible. “Oh, nice try, Ramsey. I’ll never tell.”

“Really?” He asked, unamused.

“Really. Because, if I tell you, you’ll stop doing it. On purpose.”

“That’s because I don’t have a tell.”

She scoffed. “Fine. I won’t tell you that one, but I will say that you cross your arms when you’re thinking, and you tap your index finger on your opposite arm.” She moved slightly, forcing him to lean up on his elbow as she demonstrated what she meant. “Like this.”

He didn’t say anything, but he bit back an amused smile.

“And, whenever you’re annoyed, usually after someone’s said something you find stupid, by Ethan standards anyway, you close your eyes, and you look at the ceiling.” She demonstrated, and, when she looked back at him, he was no longer attempting to hide his amusement. “What?”

“Firstly, I don’t try to hide my contempt, so that last one’s obvious,” he said, trying not to laugh. “Do it again, though,” he teased. She rolled her eyes. “No, seriously. Do it again. I don’t think you got it right the first time.”

She shook her head at him but smirked nonetheless. She added matter-of-factly, “I know you.”

“You know me,” he repeated thoughtfully, more to himself than to her. A moment passed, and he gazed down at her. “I know you too, you know.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” he replied. “You bite your tongue in concentration, you crinkle your nose in disagreement, you cross your arms, sometimes in annoyance and sometimes defiance …”

He trailed off, drinking in her shocked expression. Jane thought he’d been kidding, or, at least, that he wouldn’t have rambled off a list of small details about her as if he repeated them in his mind, over and over.

“And, whenever you’re nervous, you don’t stop moving your hands. You don’t stop looking around, either, as if you’re looking for a reason not to be nervous.” Ethan smirked, leaning down in her ear to add, “I know you.”

“You know me,” Jane murmured, letting him plant another kiss on her neck. Tugging on his hair, she brought him up to meet her lips for a brief kiss. “My roommates will be back soon, you know.”

“You could come home with me.”

“Oh yeah?” she challenged.

Leaning back, he smiled down at her. “Yeah.”

With that, he peppered her skin with light, butterfly kisses, sending her into a flurry of laughter.

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