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cxffexngel · 3 years

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Ever since learning of Valentine’s Day from Lyria curiously inquiring about whether or not he planned to make chocolates for someone special, Lucifer had spent nearly every hour researching and testing various molds and flavors in order to make the perfect sweets for someone who didn’t like them to begin with, but it was the thought that mattered - or so the girl in blue had assured him after his many failed batches. But the day to present his work to his special someone is finally here. Inhaling against the telltale scent of coffee and with something a little extra mixed in, he gingerly holds a neatly wrapped box in his hands. One covered in a shimmering, red paper with a beautiful auburn bow. Atop it sits a much smaller box in matching paper. The packaging alone was a direct result of him staying up far too late to ensure it was perfect. From what he's read and overheard, this holiday is dedicated to loved ones, and he wants to make certain it's special for Sandalphon.

So he slips inside the cafe of the ship - the early morning sun spilling in through the windows and scattering light upon the countertops and tables until they were sprinkled with tiny particles that resembled gold dust. It's still well before Sandalphon usually opens it to the public, and much of the crew is still asleep, but above the scent that wafts from the chocolates he's made he can pick up the distinctive smell of black coffee so he knows the other is already inside. Tucking the box behind his back, he uses his wings to completely shelter it beneath beaming, blush feathers as a gentle smile slips onto his rosy lips. "Good morning, my love," comes his soft voice that he hopes doesn't give away his budding excitement as he makes his way over to where the other stands, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek in greeting as large plumes shiver visibly in his joy and bright, blue eyes seem to shine in the sunlight - it's painfully evident he's up to something."Have you heard of Valentine's Day?" He wastes little time leaping into the subject, unable to contain the delight bubbling up in his core. "Lyria informed me it is a holiday in which one makes chocolates for those they love. Though I have never made sweets before, given the purpose of the holiday, I wished to make some for you this year. In all of the skies, Sandalphon, you are the one I have always loved most. So, I pray you will accept this gift. Happy Valentine's Day."

Wings part and he gingerly places the pair of boxes atop the counter, eagerly awaiting for the other to open them. Inside the larger of the packages is a box that contains the fruit of his labor - coffee flavored milk and white chocolates shaped in little wings. A few of them are stuffed with some highly questionable filling Lucifer would claim is cinnamon.They look good, but the taste is suspect if Lyria gagging as she gave him a thumbs up yesterday before dashing off was any indication. Inside the smaller is a delicate but simple white gold promise ring with a set of six wings painstakingly engraved inside the band. The meaning of such a gift had been unknown to him until recently when he had gone shopping for chocolate supplies and Siero had spotted him struggling. With her guidance, he had managed to get everything he needed, but not before she asked after whom he was making chocolates for and, with a knowing laugh, she introduced him to a jeweler who told him about them.

Morning breezes with it's own peaceful divinity when sunlight casts it's serene grace to the lone cafe whose only inhabitant, for the time being, was the crowned supreme primarch. Up at early hours as an usual occurrence - and also a curse considering it wasn't, most of the time, at his own accord but always somehow door busted at unholy hours of early morning by certain scavenger mortal whose questionable tendencies of dragging his body out the confines of soft mattress and a pile of blankets was deemed an extremely necessity. Sandalphon doesn't question it, not anymore and knows best than to struggle against the captain's wishes, knows best to step away given the past day's usual ruckus whenever yet another holiday was just at the horizon to come. And ah - even his own gift for Lucifer, one he had made with so much care and dedication sat atop shelves where, usually, bags of coffee beans would decorate in it's place. Right now they had been moved somewhere else, somehow, in they place what decorates the shelves are a set of truffles coated in various saucers each, various vanilla scented cookies in various shapes varying on tiny set of wings, with slits at the base perfect enough so they can fit atop the rim of a coffee cup, others shaped like hearts, and a cradle shaped one - the specifics of how was he able to find molds for each a mystery to never be found. Something unique and of valuable effort just for that certain someone he knew was going to, also, grace his presence at the built - sublime in all it's way for Sandalphon who awaits the one who he knows, might have in mind the holiday too. It had been a fleeting comment from the girl in blue, and it was only the obvious considering the Grandcypher in general would make each one and every celebration a big deal that the dawning realization could come from any corner of the airship itself, and... Sandalphon can't help the flutter inside his chest, The way his core all but rattles in anticipation considering Lucifer's been absolutely up to something, yet he had never the heart to blow those endearingly awful attempts at not letting such excitement and the glow on azure eyes blow away it. No. Not when, apparently, he had been just as painfully obvious, to some of the crewmembers.

Sole of shoes echo past the door that gives to the cafe's entrance, it doesn't even take a look to know whose presence had graced the always welcoming of worn wood, musk of freshly cleaned and moped floor by the archangel's very own hand. Another of those habits to keep his mind away from the bad things, to not overthink and instead, channel newfound energy into keeping his body moving, doing things, enjoying every second of it as cups, vases, each utensil and surface of tables, chairs and even the petite lamps adorning the room were clean and shining against sepia light that passes by the various windows which graced anyone's gaze with the mold of uneven clouds, winds that blew them away until their shapes all but morph into endless mysteries, and the expanse of the skies could be seen from most of what those frames and their curtains could offer.

Sandalphon was done with a set of two brews, one awaiting for the former supreme primarch as he senses the other approach and pace in a slow but steady pace, scarlet yes looking up as hands keep expectedly pouring the hot drink on the second up and blossoming a warm smile, licked in some exhaustion all too familiar for the archangel whose hours of sleep usually never went past eight to nine hours at best. " Ah, Lucifer! Good morning, I hope I didn't disrupt your needed rest while I had to leave the room too early. " But he knew the answer to his light anxieties. Knew that he'd not mind nonetheless considering yet Sandalphon never stops with those worries, it was an habit, one that never brought harm and somehow, had always made the other, even if he dismissed his claims over and over, smile in a way that made even the farthest flowers come anew with life. So he lets the last of drops plop with a gentle noise to put away the used pot now dried of anything left, pace from behind the counter to meet the other's terribly obvious delight that seeps from any crack his attempt at feigning calm could try to be. Ah, each day Sandalphon was terribly aware just how everything about Lucifer was enough to affect his core, mold in in ways that twisted his and then reshaped it anew without a crack yet still feeling light into the heavens airborne the puffs of clouds, and as if a blade had embraced it with it's edges, about to bleed out and scatter like mush — Yet, as always. Plays along, head tilting to the side once he's infront the other but letting his back rest his weight against the edge of the counter. Wonder plastered all over his calm exterior. " Valentine's day. I have an idea about it given... the crew had asked me for recipes these last days. While I like the idea of trying making my own for the rest as a pastime, if they want to truly envoy their feelings for those said gifts are aimed for, they should have the guts to try themselves... " There's disdain in his voice, comical exasperation that cannot replace the way his core beats in anticipation. Oh those wings are hiding something, isn't it? And whatever feigned calmness dies little by little into utter fondness that becomes unbearable, along the realization that he's overlooking the simplest, but most horrifying detail about it all.

" You... Did. Oh, Lucifer... " Oh he knew exactly the grave he's digging for himself. Knew exactly what await for him in the eternal life he was grated by where nothing could compare to the terrors those heavenly, delicate porcelains could conjure if he dared to try doing anything but coffee when calloused digits glide over the top of the larger box, and his curiosity is rewarded with the sight of handmade sweets. And yet, it's because Sandalphon couldn't, even if his very life depended on it, tell Lucifer about this meager detail that seemed everyone had overlooked, much as Katalina's own kitchen nightmares she had managed to produce whenever anyone had taken their eyes off her and allowed her to aid at the task. This does not defeat the archangel's resolve, but he does swallow dry, and brace himself when the other presents his heartfelt gifts, to receive them and ah - even if they looked edible, adorably crafted and everything, who knows what Lucifer had added on each one's mix. " You really shouldn't have to... Wait - is this a ring, too? " And his attention redirects from those absolutely not sweets to the glimmering ornament when he had gone and haphazardly also open the smaller looking box. " I... don't get it why would you give me this, but the shape... Are those yo- My inherited wings? " And just like that, whatever perfectly disguised grimace in the form of fondness now truly becomes into whatever he feels now. A mix of genuine curiosity, wonder, joy... A lot passes over the smaller archangel before it settles into a melancholic but tender expression as lips draw upward shyly, and lift the ring to let it slip on one of his ring finger. It fits perfectly, resting with it’s shine perfectly - and is enough to let him completely overlook the little bombs of poison that lies close to his free hand, aimlessly reaching for one to take a bit and,

" GhK — " It was terrible! Why in the skies had he put spicy powder on sweet chocolate and coffee!? Oh heavens, everything burned, yet somehow Sandalphon still could meet the strong, awful taste with an unflinching smile, and not breaking a single sweat despise the way every muscle wanted to scrunch into itself and let the void devour his existence. And he has to advert his gaze a bit before forcing the sweet inside and swallow it clean before it'd sap centuries off his eternity as he can still stand, and live like nothing had happened. " I-It's so good...! Haah — Oh Lucifer, you... really planed this, don't y-you...? " And he decides to focus, instead on guessing he's very much poisoned himself, on the ring, shaking off what best he could of the dread of whatever he had put into his mouth, brow arched a tad. " This ring... Lucifer. A promise ring, dare I ask, out of curiosity, why...? " And ah, even when he feels like he's dying all over again, the meaning about this other item had been something that flew over his head, from genuine ignorance considering rings and jewelry weren't things Sandalphon usually studied beyond their use cosmetically. Not beyond what they could mean in traditions the mortals partake, so it just felt right to ask, and delay the inevitable that is his share of gifts that await contemplatively at the coffee shelves, within their grasp but still not yet the time for them.

#Nostalgic Flavor; [ 1 ]#and our fleeting paradise collapses into a new garden; Lucifer || [ aaetherius ]#aaetherius #[ Sandalphon dies; the series #[ this time? death by absolutely not chocolates he's going to keep consuming and stomach each and every one of them because he #phisically cannot tell Lucifer's hand at cooking is terrible ]#[ this is so endearingly painFUL sFJDSÑFDF Oh sandy im so sorry..... wHEEZES

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salchat · 3 years

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Someone Furry

Rodney missed his cat. He missed the way she’d jump up onto his lap and drape herself over his legs, her soft, heavy weight warming him from inside and out. He missed the feel of her fur between his fingers, the way he could run his hand the whole length of her body from her nose, over her flattened ears, down her soft sides and then, his hand closed to surround it, all the way to the tip of her tail. He missed her deep, thrumming purr, the chirps and brips she made in response to his voice, so that they often had far more sensible conversations than he ever did with his colleagues.

But most of all he missed her simple presence, her neutral acceptance of everything he did, everything he was; her wide golden eyes that regarded him, not with contempt as some people interpreted the penetrating gaze of a cat, but with all-seeing, all-knowing recognition of him as belonging absolutely and completely to her.

He’d left her. Of course he’d left her on Earth. He’d had to. And he’d known he’d probably never see her again and it had torn a hole in his heart that he didn’t think was ever likely to heal. Had her feline heart suffered similar damage? Or did she regard her new owner with that wide-eyed gaze and then jump up onto their lap and present herself for their attention in the way he missed so much? Probably. Cats were pragmatists. It was a fact of life.

Rodney eased out his back and spun around on his stool, unsurprised to find the lab empty. He stretched up to peer over the top of Radek’s screen, but there were no tufts of wild hair or glinting rims of glasses or exhausted, propped-open eyes. And no wonder - it was nearly three in the morning.

He yawned, scratched his head, scratched his stomach and then, because there was no one about, he reached up under his shirt and had a general scratch around, chasing an itch that ran from his questing fingers. He ran it to ground on his right shoulder blade, his left shoulder cracking as he reached behind himself to wipe the itch out of existence with sweeps of his thumb. Then he stretched himself out again and adjusted his shirt into some kind of order.

Was Sheppard back yet? No, He couldn’t be. It was more than the Gate techs’ lives were worth not to inform him immediately of any updates in John’s status, when he’d given them such very firm, explicit instructions. Anyway, there was no need to worry, he told himself - again. John was out doing good works, overseeing both Lorne’s team and Stackhouse’s team while they helped out a village hit by a mudslide. And what the inhabitants of the Pegasus Galaxy had done before Intergalactic Rescue had shown up Rodney had no idea, but he thought just occasionally they should go back to doing whatever it was they had done before and leave Atlantis out of it, and especially an over-tired, mission-weary, easily-guilt-tripped-into-doing-whatever-you-want John Sheppard.

“They’re our allies, Rodney - they help us, we help them.”

Huh. Rodney spent a satisfying ten minutes grumbling aloud to himself about a bunch of rustics who’d never have anything useful to contribute apart from a few inferior, knobbly vegetables that tasted of mouldy turnip, so why should John have to bother helping them? Of course, Rodney had found the problem in their Ancient aqueduct system. And there’d been that kid who kept hanging around him and calling him Dr Rodanee-sir and bringing him cups of the local drink which tasted remarkably like chocolate milkshake. But those things were beside the point. And John had flat-out denied Rodney’s request to go on the rescue mission.

Anyway, he was tired and he missed his cat. Because sometimes you just needed someone furry, and that was all there was to it.

He went to bed.

In the morning Sheppard still wasn’t back and everyone in the lab was being more than usually stupid and noisy and so wrong that he had to make them all stop what they were doing so that he could enumerate and elaborate on all the ways in which they were wrong, providing each member of his staff with a detailed verbal list that they should damn well take notes on for future reference. And yes, he would be testing them on their knowledge of their own wrongness at an unspecified future date.

Then Stackhouse’s team came back, exhausted and covered in mud. Then Lorne’s team, ditto. Then (and Rodney thought there might be dents in the Gateroom railing from his clenched hands), finally, Sheppard staggered through the Gate, more exhausted and more covered in mud than any of them.

John looked up at Rodney and Rodney looked down at John. His muddy right hand twitched in what was probably an attempt at a wave conveying his general fineness and that nobody should worry or fuss or do anything that expressed the remotest kind of concern. It was a pathetic attempt and merely underlined his not fineness and that everyone and most particularly Rodney, should definitely be concerned.

Rodney found himself at John’s side, unsure how he’d transported himself down from the control level - a giant leap over the crushed railing? Levitation?

Medical staff harried the muddy men and women away, and Rodney followed, at John’s side, not touching him, because… ew. There wasn’t a square inch of unmuddied skin. Even John’s eyes were red, as if they’d got mud in too. And his hair was just unnatural - plastered to his head, showing the actual shape of his skull, which you just never saw, even when he was straight out of the shower because mere water was nothing against the springiness of John Sheppard’s hair. A couple of times Rodney looked around in case he was shadowing the wrong mud-monster, but no, this brown figure was definitely the right shape and size and seemed to have that slouchy gait, even though its feet were dragging and its arms dangling in abject weariness.

They wouldn’t let Rodney in the infirmary. And it was Rodney who’d helped install the roomful of showers for just such an occasion as this, when filthy, exhausted teams came back, probably contaminated with all kinds of viruses and parasites, germs and bacteria and no doubt hiding injuries beneath their assorted filth.

So he sat down and waited. And no, it wasn’t the same as waiting for news when John had been carried to the infirmary, injured and unable to make it under his own steam. It wasn’t as if Rodney was waiting, terrified, for life-or-death news, biting his nails and chewing the inside of his cheek until it bled.

But he really missed his cat. And he’d had a bad day - a bad few days. Which surely must be all John’s fault, because most things were, or at least they were his absence’s fault because you just needed someone like John around all the time for some reason. Look, he wasn’t going to analyse it, alright? It was a fact. And Rodney missed his cat.

And probably Carson would want to keep John here - for observation. Rodney snorted, spraying bits of chewed up nail onto the floor. If John needed observing he’d do it - because who better to observe than a scientist? Observing was what he did. He’d watch John like a hawk, he’d take notes and draw diagrams, he’d gather data, both quantitative and qualitative, he’d hypothesise and extrapolate. What more could any medical so-called professional do?

“Yes, you can go.” The doctor’s long suffering voice followed a round-shouldered scrub-clad figure through the barely slid-open doors.

“Hey, Rodney.”

Rodney stood up, beginning his scrutiny right here and now. “Your eyes are red. You need antibiotic drops.”

“Had them.”

“Has that scrape on your face been disinfected?”

“Yeah.”

“The bandage on your wrist - what’s that hiding?”

“t’s just sprained. Can we get out of here?”

Rodney folded his arms and conveyed through his most steely glare that John had better not try to hide even the most minor of injuries from him or he’d been in a whole shit-tonne of trouble which would make a mudslide look like that time some idiot had knocked over Rodney’s chocolate pudding.

“You’re coming with me.”

He took John’s arm, because there was no way he was allowing a rudderless John Sheppard to drift away from him. The exhausted man didn’t wriggle away or even protest, which made Rodney grumble angrily under his breath about societies that couldn’t clear up after their own natural disasters and just had to go and impose themselves upon overworked Colonels.

They made it to his room and he let John slither onto the bed and stacked up the pillows around him until he was approximately upright with most of his limbs on the bed.

“This is your room, Rodney.”

“Yes. It is. And you’re in it.”

“’kay.”

“Humph.” Rodney nodded, glad John had accepted his to-be-pushed-around status. “First you’re going to eat. And then you’re going to sleep.”

“Yessir,” slurred John.

Rodney boiled some water and made some instant mashed potato, which was one of his preferred food choices in cases of extreme exhaustion. It was the cheesy mash type, which was his covetously-hoarded favourite, but John looked like a man in great need of a large bowl of cheesy mash. With a blob of ketchup on top. Maybe more than one blob.

John smiled a sleepy smile at the ketchup blobs, which may have formed a crude happy face, but that was, of course, a complete accident on Rodney’s part. The mash was mechanically consumed. Rodney took the bowl and then pushed a glass into John’s hand, making sure his scraped knuckles curled around it. The glass contained chocolate milkshake, but only because he’d been thinking today about that stuff they made on the mudslide planet. He hadn’t gone out of his way to get the powder or the milk. And absolutely no begging had been involved at the entrance to the hallowed, jealously guarded territory of the kitchen staff.

He sat down next to John, glad that he hadn’t been stupid enough to take his friend back to his own room with its tiny bed. This way he too could sit propped up by a bank of pillows, which were necessary to support his back while he carried out his purely clinical observations of his team leader.

John drained the glass and he was too tired and too oblivious to wipe away his milkshake moustache, so Rodney did it for him.

Then John smiled another lop-sided sleepy smile, his eyelids drooped and shut down completely and his slumped body slumped even more, slowly slithering down until his head rested in Rodney’s lap.

But Rodney had his friend. He had John, who had fallen asleep on him, his head heavy on Rodney’s thighs, his newly-washed hair fluffy and thick and dark. He touched the soft strands and they tickled his palm. Then he ran his hand over and through the dense thicket, from John’s forehead, curving all the way around his head to the nape of his neck where the hairs were short and usually they looked scratchy, but at the moment they too felt soft and fine. He lifted his hand and stroked again, the hair running through his fingers, dragging and flattening, then freeing itself to spring up into feathery plumes. Then once again and again, slowly, gently, with a rhythm of love and peace.

And in Rodney’s chest a knot released and something warm and sweet and caramelly-rich blossomed and spread out until his body was as loose and relaxed as John’s.

He missed his cat. But he had his friend, who he loved and who loved him in return. And as Rodney stroked and stroked and watched John’s slow, happy rise and fall of deep-sleep breathing, the exhausted man began to snore, in a gentle, thrumming, rumble, which sounded remarkably like a purr.

#Rodney McKay #John Sheppard #Mcshep #Fluff #More fluff #On AO3 #I met a dog in the park today and I wanted to cuddle it but you don't do that with strange dogs so I wrote this instead

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werezmastarbucks · 3 years

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amalfi again

honeymoon masterlist

word count: 3500

music: give me novacaine by green day

warnings: kai is being cold-blooded (duh)

“What’s the worst thing that can happen here?” you asked. You were pushing the shopping cart with Kai in it. It was called Grab Racing: you were supposed to push him as fast as you could, and he could only have whatever he managed to grab on the way, and then cook whatever he can out of the food he picked. After several dinners consisting of gummy cakes with mashed gummies and gummy based lemonade you changed the rules slightly, including some necessary healthy ingridients. You picked them yourself. If your prison world diet depended on Kai wholly, you’d soon get ulcer, even though your stomach couldn’t hurt because it reset back to normal every time after midnight.

He tried to reach for the shelf, but you passed it by already. Should’ve been quicker. You heard creaking and shuffling behind your back.

“Hey! No magic!” you stopped the cart.

“Stop wasting it”.

While at the stop, Kai nicked a pack of crisps from a shelf.

“Italian supermarkets are weird as hell”, you complained. “I wanna leave”.

“I thought you liked the sea air”, Kai argued.

“There are many other places with sea. What’s your favorite one?”

Kai paused, thinking. You both had to listen to ‘94 Italian supermarket music for a while. Supermarkets were by far the eeriest places on this abandoned Earth. Perhaps it was about the time you personally grew up with; they have been commercialized; they have been shown as places raided by zombies and aliens in the movies you watched as a child; they were lit in a specific way and had that special kind of symmetria, a calming system to them. Supermarkets, artificial, plastic and glass, were the manmade labirynths created for confusion and gluttony. The amount of twists and turns you had to do to find whatever you needed, the fact that you got lost every time no matter how many times you visited one and the same supermarket, the long aisles with colorful packages distracting a person from the realization the line they walk on represents their life and death... at first, it’s baby stuff: baby food, mashed fruits and stuff, baby clothes... then there’s cereal, milk and candy; then, all kinds of bathroom things, pads, shampoos, tooth brushes... followed by thick bars of chocolate, greying slowly and invisibly underneath the paper packaging... then, vegetables and fresh fruit, and finally, shovels. It’s hard to decipher it. It’s a wonderful experience, to visit a supermarket, even in a normal world. Here, they turned into absolutely magical, meaningful, empty witch spaces. You always expected something to happen at the supermarket.

Kai had no idea about how deep you thought about it.

“I don’t like water”, he said finally.

“How come? Afraid?”

“I’m not afraid of anything”, he said proudly. You gazed down at his stubborn dark hair, his head and shoulders in jean jacket. Kai loved his jean jackets. While all you did was hunted down crop tops and long earrings in here, he started possessing quite an impressive jean jacket collection.

“That’s not true”, you murmured.

“What am I afraid of?” he asked. He sat with his knees close to his chest, the tips of his bacon Converses against the cage of the cart. Together with all the goods he already picked, the whole carriage was quite heavy. Every time you carried something heavy, or pushed him around, or climbed a hill, you thought bitterly that it’s no use. You don’t do anything to your body. Tomorrow, which is going to be today, your muscles will be completely oblivious of all the hard work you did.

The only thing you could train here was your mind.

“You’re scared I’ll leave you“.

“You’re mortified of this place”, he said with certainty. “That one time you thought I left? When I fell into the ditch?”

You recalled it like it was yesterday. This was a big joke now, you laughed at it a lot. Whenever you didn’t feel like doing something you’d say, I’ll do it tomorrow, and laugh like two complete assholes, in the middle of an empty street, which was either spectacurlarly hilarious, or tragic.

That one time you thought Kai left was when he literally fell into a ditch on one of the twisted, narrow Pisa streets. The ditch was more like an underground tunnel open on the top, deep and dark. You were walking down parallel streets, searching for a nice coffee shop. Apparently, he started climbing a stone wall, desiring to look inside a window. Maybe back in the medieval times, they have dug that very ditch specifically with the thought in mind, that some voyeuristic idiot will want to peek inside someone’s house. Centuries have passed, and Malachai no middle name Parker has tried climbing the stone wall, fell and broke his neck without making a sound. He was lying on the bottom of the ditch until dark while you ran down the streets calling him all the names you could think of, as your mind ran even faster. Has he been kidnapped? By whom? Aliens? Werewolves? Witches? Italian ghosts? Consumed by the ground? Has he left? Why would he do that to you? Was it a prank? Was he watching you and laughing? As he resurrected and crawled out back onto the street, you sat on the same street catatonically, your head in your hands, numb with horror. That was the day when you realized, this world was only tolerable if he was near you.

“You are so stupid”, you hissed through your teeth. You wanted to tell him how stupid he was, with his stupid white smile, and his monkey limbs that called him to crawl and climb everything, his stupid black hair and river grey eyes, and his stupid white neck with two birthmarks, soft like drops of chocolate. And his stupid... everything, he was so stupid sometimes you wanted to kill him yourself.

“You dig me so much”, he echoed instantly. “Going back to your question, I think the worst thing about this place is being locked somewhere without a chance to get out. Like, buried alive”.

You stopped pushing him for a second, and he noticed.

“Because you can’t really die”.

“Yeah. You suffocate, suffer, then return. You’re hungry all the time, your throat is dry, it’s completely dark, you’re alone, and you can’t get out. And you’re just there, for years. Or maybe even centuries”.

You nodded.

“Yeah, that must be it”.

You still had that ingrained instinct to head for the registers after you were done shopping.

After a little detour, you finally pushed him outside, into the sun, and looked up at the sky. The time of eclipse was coming, but every day it made less and less sense. At first it was kinda tragic. There it goes again, your chance to get out of here. You have no ascendant, no Bennett blood. The eclipse winks at you, gloating, scolds you, and goes away, and you’re still here.

After a couple of months, it made less sense and hurt less. You were preoccupied with something else.

He was giving you looks which you knew wouldn’t let go. Kai had nothing else to entertain himself with here: he’s been here before. He couldn’t share your amazement at the stars at night, the stillness of the cities, the emptiness of the landscape. He didn’t care for completely silent, glowing, crowdless New York standing over the Hudson. He couldn’t pretend he was even mildly touched by a thousand miles long California beach, with the waves crashing on the white sand, and bringing no jellyfish. He was over it. As much as you were curious about every little corner of this world, he despised it; he found incredible worth in studying you instead. Following the advice you gave him (not to get bored (again), he was crawling up to you slowly, like a snake. He learnt all your glances and the way you liked to sleep. He learnt the pace of your heart. He knew what you ate, and what you didn’t. What time you took showers. What colors you never wore. He had nothing else to do here, but you.

So now, he knew he had striken a nerve, unknowingly, and of course, he wanted to know everything at once.

“You still don’t get it, do you”, he chuckled, standing idly by, as you loaded the trunk of your new, bottle-green BMW, with food. You bit your lower lip because you found it usually helped you keep a straight face.

“All you have is me”.

You hummed, almost amused. You somehow liked the sound of it.

“I am all you have. You don’t tell me, you tell nobody. You keep it to yourself. You go crazy. There’s two crazy people. We kill each other and there’s no happy end”.

“We can’t kill each other permanently”.

“I know, but we can do it many times and turn everything into... Starving Fest?”

You lost, letting a giggle out.

“Hunger Games”.

“Yeah, I know. What was it?”

“Oh, Kai, you’re so invasive”.

“I know, I’m a virus”.

“I do get it, by the way. I’m keenly aware you’re all I have”, you said, looking him straight in the eye. You understood it well the day he broke his stupid neck in Pisa. You could not even fathom that terror completely, to say nothing about explaining the feeling to him. You were afraid some deep feeling of attachment was developing here, right beneath your forehead.

“Then tell me”.

You sighed. Telling stories was, obviously, a big source of entertainment. People told stories from the beginning of times. Mainly dark stories, frightening ones. So that the fire seems warmer.

“You remember that golden slender crabtree in the Salvatore yard?”

“Yeah”, he nodded, already delighted. He knew it was going to be something hurtful for you, and enjoyed it all the more. The glint in his eyes made him look very alive, the way he looked when he was in his killing mode.

You got into the car, and Kai followed you, buckling up, out of habit now.

“And Katherine? Katherine Pierce? Do you remember her?”

“Damon’s chick who looks like Stefan’s chick”, he nodded again.

“Well, it’s fair to say Elena looks like Katherine. She’s her double after all”.

“Eh”.

“But yeah, Damon loves her very much. Still”.

You looked at the empty parking lot, and started the car. Kai groaned.

“Don’t tell me you love Damon Salvatore”.

“I used to. When I was, like, sixteen. If you were a sixteen year old girl, you’d love him, too”.

“I really doubt that. I’m more into rocker guys”.

“Whataver you say, Kai. Anyway, their romance was turbulent, he chased her for many years, and she barely gave a fuck about him, but Damon loved her so much; he practically ended up a vampire because of her. The whole Salvatore thing started because of her when she started dating both of them...”

“How’s it connected to you?” Kai asked.

“It is. I’m trying to give you the full story”.

You took on the street. Now you knew the town of Amalfi very well, to your own surprise. Would you ever guess, even a year before? This was bizarre. You drove along the trickly weaving serpentine roads almost like a pro, having lived here for almost a month. The view was divine. Deep blue in the morning, the sea was heating closer to four in the afternoon and was losing the color gradually, until the evening made it navy under the violet sky.

Prison.

“The full story is dull. I hated that whole town specifically for their neverending drama. Who’s in love with whom? Who cheats on whom? Everybody fights for Elena, but I mean, have you seen what she’s wearing all the time?” Kai rambled lazily, “What the hell? And who cares, as well? I was baffled at how much drama they’re able to handle. If you like someone, why not just fuck them, and move on?”

You swayed your head, already quite used to his blunt view of attraction. He was being a little hypocritical, though. In the way he spooned you diligently, every night, there was way more than his straightforward sober calculation.

“Anyway”, you interrupted him, “the bottom line is, Katherine and Damon, although they both will deny their more or less mutual feelings, do tend to do stuff just to cause a reaction out of each other. Katherine, surprisingly, more so than Damon. He at least admits he’s still simping hard about her, which I find totally adorable and very cinematographic”.

“Why?”

“Well, Kai, he’s loved her since he turned. Which is, like, about two hundred years”.

“You’re so bad at math”.

“And yes, they had slept together, so it’s definitely, obviously not just an extreme case of trying to get laid. He really loves her. After all she’s done. If that doesn’t make you believe in love, I don’t know what to do with you”.

He frowned a little, looking ahead. You took the wheel with both hands as the car started climbing up the mountain. The laughably luxurious villa you occupied had two pools, insane city view and was on the top of the highest mountaint. If you can have anything, why not take it all.

“Princess, I still don’t get how it’s all connected with your eternal dread of enclosed spaces and that fucking tree”.

You ignored his impatience.

“Back at school, when I befriended Damon, because I was friends with Elena, and Elena dated his brother, he got some crazy idea I’m his project or something. He was trying to mentor me, even took me together with him when he needed to do something. There was a time I was working as his Door Girl”.

“What’s that mean?”

“Vampires can’t enter homes. If he needed to get inside someone’s house, I’d step on the porch and push the owner a little, so that they step out, and he broke their neck”.

Kai whistled really quietly.

“You are vile”.

“I was sixteen, and I was completely in love with him, and really wanted him to think I was badass and it never occurred to me that he was using me”.

“Wow”, Kai said slowly.

“You sound very judgmental for a psycho killer (by Talking Heads)”.

He tilted his head, and you just had to look. He looked so handsome. Maybe it was the biological thing, the last guy on the planet and whatnot. Every day, he seemed prettier and prettier to you, the stupid bastard. All his smirks, his cocky attitude, his stupid rubber neck bending sideways, the eyes always targeting you with the deadliest accuracy, it all was calling for you, and the depths of you replied.

“At least I never pretended to be a good person”.

“I never told you I was”.

“You all think that by default”.

“You claim to know me and yet...”

He smiled.

“Okay. Go on”.

“Damon started thinking of me eventually as of his very little sister, or something. Who was also his drinking buddy occasionally. I’m still very proud that a vamp like him considered me somewhat of a friend”.

You knew Kai would sniff with contempt, and he did.

“So, I became a person of interest. Of course, everyone knew I’m his buddy. It’s a little town. When Katherine came, and she always comes, and it seems to me, she even comes back sometimes - when she came, she really wanted to sting him somehow. So she took me, and she put me inside the earth in a chunk of a concrete drain pipe. She buried me alive”.

Finally, there was no opinionated comment. The utter silence in the car suddenly made you aware you forgot your phone at home. Kai watched you, almost mesmerized, clearly trying to picture it as graphically as he could. You wondered if your suffering was arousing to him.

“She obviously closed it on both ends. It’s way worse than a coffin, I can tell you. Have you ever been buried alive?”

“No”, he said simply.

“She buried me right under the windows of his room. In the yard. So that when he realizes I’m dead, it haunts him that I was right under is nose. Concrete pipe, six feet under the ground, you know, even a vampire ear would have hard time hearing me scream”.

“Did you scream?”

“Of course. I split my forehead and my elbows, I broke all my nails. I was sixteen, I gave in to panic and almost lost all the oxygen. For some reason, I decided to kill myself by breaking my own skull, not to suffer, and started banging my head on the pipe”.

Kai’s face was unreadable. You looked at him and then turned back to the glass smooth sunny asphalt. Every patch of asphalt reminded you of that pipe. Every concrete thing reminded you of that, always.

“How did you get out?” he asked. You were glad Kai didn’t ask for gory details or the uncomfortable, uneasy questions.

“He did hear me. Turns out, I’m very good at screaming”.

“I reckon”, he replied quietly.

“You’re enjoying it, aren’t you?”

He shrugged.

“Those experiences are very telling. If I’d known you could take so much and go on, I’d be harsher with you. How did it feel? Worse than now?”

“Nothing has ever been worse than that, to be honest”, you said, and had to clear your throat, because you suddenly lost your voice a little.

“This is not an invitation, Parker”.

He chuckled.

“Oh, dear Y/N. You think I’m some kinda maniac?”

You side eyed him with a smile. He grinned, too.

“And what with the tree?”

“Damon brought like... a seed he had found somewhere in Persia or whatever, and planted it on the spot I’d been buried. What a douche. Like I need to be reminded about it every day. That’s exactly what happens when you soulless jerks try to be sensitive”.

“That hurts me, when you say that”.

You sighed and let go of the wheel with one hand, feeling for his head.

“I’m sorry. I keep forgetting you have feelings now”.

“I have feelings for you”.

“Right. This crabtree was supposed to be usual, but it turned out some magical witchy fairy tree, it never brings apples, but it blooms when other trees don’t. And the trunk is golden. And the leaves, too. So, boo, Y/N survival tree. Wonderful. I made him cut it once, and what do you think. It grew back the next year”.

“Katherine is still alive though?” Kai reasoned.

“Yes, she is”, you responded, a bit louder, “she’s simply sleeping in the Fell’s old tomb. Apparently, bad guys don’t have to die if they’re cute”.

“Good for me”.

“He has betrayed me”, you noted, “he has chosen her over me, the girl he was supposed to take care of. I was a child, Kai”.

His hand laid on your lap, which you asked him not to do many times. You wouldn’t shrug him off this time, though. It didn’t matter anymore. You liked it when he touched you, and Kai knew it.

“Well, you said yourself he loves her. You just gotta find yourself a guy who loves you as much, and he’ll avenge you”.

You hummed. Tension settled in the car. It was so thick you didn’t even notice the sun blazing right into your eyes. You already knew the road pretty well. Soon, there’ll be a very sharp U turn, and after it, the most beautiful bay will make itself visible. Ghost ships with summery scarlet and orange sails are forever stuck there, swaying peacefully on water. Wooden pier with creeking planks, emerald green weed fluttering near the shore. It was quite a sight, and many times already, you almost sent the car down off the cliff, hypnotized by the sight. The cliff was rocky, completely vertical down there. You got your foot ready to push gently on the breaks.

“Have you ever loved anyone?” you asked. Here, now, as your car traveled on the serpentine, with around four hundred packs of frozen chicken nuggets in the trunk, it sounded a bit silly.

Kai clicked his tongue, already preoccupied with something new. Just like that, the conversation was over.

“Kai, I asked you the question”.

“Yeah, yeah, I have”.

The bay turned up. You realized the car isn’t obeying you like it did yesterday.

“What the...”

The turn was now speeding up to you as you pushed the breaks into the floor, but nothing happened. The car was rolling down the hill, gaining speed, on ice-slippery road.

You knew at once he was behind it.

“Kai, what the fuck?”

Your spine went numb with very natural, very animal fear. You could see the edge now.

“I cut the breaks”, he replied, and took your hand. He interlocked his fingers with yours.

You had no idea what he was trying to tell you.

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sams-sass · 4 years

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You Found Me Pt. 4

Hi! Here is part 4 to You Found Me. Thank you for all the love.

Read Parts One, Two, Three, and Five here:

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Five

Epilogue

Summary: You and Sam finally get steamy. The four of you investigate a case.

Characters: You, Sam, Dean, Castiel

Pairings: Sam x Reader

Warnings: Smut, discussion of past mistakes, talk of bad choices.

You were sitting cross legged on the large counter in the kitchen, the metal cool against your skin. Tears hit the metal as you let out all your sadness and sorrow. Your hands were in your hair, holding up your head as your shoulders shook. The light in the kitchen suddenly came on making you look up.

“Y/N?” Sam walked into the kitchen, a concerned look on his face. “What’s the matter?” He asked as he placed his hands on your shoulders trying to catch your eyes.

“I just miss her so much.” You said, covering your face with your hands and letting your forehead fall against his broad chest.

“Who?” he asked stroking your back.

“My best friend. She was the only person I had left from childhood. We had already gone through so much together and now I feel as though I may never see her again. It makes my heart ache, she was my family. She saved my life.” You said looking up at him, connecting your eyes to his.

“What do you mean?” He asked you, one hand coming to rest on your face, wiping the tears away with his thumb.

“When my parents died I was alone. I had no family, no one to turn to, they were going to put me into foster care. I went down a pretty destructive path, I got pretty risky. I started skipping school so the social worker couldn’t find me there, I hardly ate and rarely slept. I snuck into bars and got attention from men who in no way should have been giving a 16 year old attention. I just wanted the pain to stop. Then she came to me one day and took me to her home, gave me a homecooked meal, a bed, someone to talk to. I remember the first night I cried in front of her, it was the first time I let myself actually feel sad about my parents death. She just listened with big sad eyes and no judgement about how I tried to kill my sadness. She made me hot chocolate and put on a movie. When I told her about these chocolate scones my mom used to make when we watched movies, she had me walk her through the steps and made them for me. From then on, we were inseparable. Her parents took me in and treated me like one of their own. She saved me.” You said as fresh tears fell down your face and you looked into Sam’s hazel eyes, looking for comfort. He was so sad for you, he felt so torn. Part of him never wanted to let you go, but the other part of him wanted to take you home and let you continue to live your happy life. You reached one hand up and let Sam’s hair twist between your fingers. You closed your eyes and let the sadness slip away from you as you breathed in Sam’s scent. Felt his skin on yours. Your eyes fluttered open to stare into his dilated pupils, lips parted, nostrils flared. Your breathing quickened as both your hands wrapped around his neck and you felt his hands slide down your body to your waist. He pulled you closer so you were now sitting on the edge of the counter and he was standing in between your legs.

“I want you Sam.” You said as your back arched, pressing your chest into his.

“I want you too, Y/N. I want you so bad it scares me.” His face was so close now, you could feel his breath across your skin. His lips lowered to yours and everything else slipped away until there was nothing else but Sam. He groaned as your lips opened for his tongue to explore your mouth. Your hands pulled on his neck slightly so he was bending over you. His hands slid further down and grabbed your thighs, fingers digging into the soft skin. In one motion he pulled you off the counter and into his body, your legs wrapped around his waist. His head was tilted up slightly kissing you with all of his pent up feelings. His feet quickly took you into his bedroom and he kicked the door closed with one foot. He laid you down on the bed and kissed his way from your lips to your jaw then down your neck, he bumped your cheek slightly with his nose as he nuzzled into the swell of your shoulder. Your hands dragged down his back to the hem of his T-shirt, pulling up. He sat up and grabbed the back of his shirt, ripping it off him. You stared at his expansive chest and toned muscles. He placed his hands on your knees and ran his hands up your thighs to your pajama shorts. He slowly took your shirt off as his hands caressed every part of your body. You were panting under him as his head lowered again to your chest. He kissed your sternum and bit the tops of your breasts with small playful bites. You were moaning and running your fingers through his hair. His lips finally grazed over one nipple as his hand came to pinch and roll the other between his large fingers. He licked and bit until you were seeing stars.

“Y/N, your sending me what you are feeling.” He said coming to rest between your legs, looking you in the eye once again.

“Would you like me to stop?” You asked him with a small smirk even though you could feel he didn’t.

“No, please don’t.” He said with a smile, once again lowering himself down your body. He sat up between your legs and lifted your left leg by your ankle. He kissed all the way up your leg until he got to your inner thigh where he once again left small and playful bites on your skin. His hands came to rest on your hips as he placed your legs over his shoulders. You could feel his desire and need rolling off of him, he wanted to make you feel so good. He wanted to show you what you do to him. His tongue licked you, circled your clit, and tasted you until you were yanking on his hair and your hips were bucking. He pulled away before you reached your climax and you looked at him, confused.

“Sorry, I feel what you feel remember. I was about to come as well.” He said through heavy breaths. Sweat was sticking to his skin as he pulled his pants off and laid in between your legs once again. He lined himself up and kissed you deeply as he pushed himself inside you. A deep moan left both of your lips as his body stilled over you for a moment. His head lowered into the crook of your neck as his hips started to rock slowly. You knew if you came, Sam would too so you tried your best to hold if off as long as possible, but he felt so good. He was hitting the right spot inside you as his pubic bone rubbed your clit with every thrust. You placed your hands on his shoulders and felt the walls that you had put up trying to keep his thoughts out come tumbling down. His mind was swirling with images of you, your hair falling around, your head tilted back as you laughed. Your back arched as the light was shining from your chest and hands the night Roweena removed the mark of a witch. You in the kitchen making the scones while telling him about your mom. Your eyes looking into his. Your hands on his face, pulling him towards you.

Sam was moving faster now, getting caught in the feeling of you. You realized that you could also feel him, his pleasure. This was more than anything you ever experienced, the connection between you two was getting stronger. You leaned up and placed your face into his shoulder, kissing and moaning into his skin. His hand slid down your body to rub your clit, sparks shot throughout both of you. Your head flung back against the pillow, your back arched and your toes curled as you all but screamed.

“Y/N.” He said as he was completely consumed by your orgasm and his. You both laid there, panting as you came down from your highs.

“That was…”

“Incredible.” He finished for you with a small laugh. “That was absolutely incredible.” He said turning his head to look at you.

“Yeah, it was.” You agreed curling into him. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and traced patterns across your skin with his fingertips. Your hand came to rest on his chest as you played lightly with his chest hair. He kissed the top of your head as his other hand found yours to hold. You could feel that he had never felt this good, this content. To be honest, you never did either. You both satiated each other, fulfilled one another, made each other whole. Realizing this was almost overwhelming. For the past couple of days it had been a crush, an understanding between the two of you. Now it felt like so much more than that. You never wanted to leave him, and you knew he was never going to give you up. You both eventually fell asleep in each other’s arms.

You woke still tangled in Sam. His hot skin pressed against yours as his scent invaded you. You smiled at him and wiggled slightly, pushing yourself deeper. He responded immediately, his arms wrapping around you tighter. You heard his breathing change as his body rolled on top of yours causing you both to laugh. He kissed you and ran his large hands down your entire torso and letting them rest on your hips. Your stomach growled and his head shot up and looked at you with amusement in his eyes. You laughed again and got up to get dressed. Walking into the kitchen you toasted bagels and fried some eggs. Dean walked into the kitchen, one look at his brother and you could feel he knew. He looked at you and then back to Sam and smiled with an awkward nod.

“We have another case.” He said to his brother, trying not to make a joke on your behalf.

“What is it?” Sam asked, taking a big bite of his bagel.

“Not sure yet, I’m thinking ghost.”

“How far?” Sam asked trying to sound as normal as possible despite the obvious feeling in the room.

“Not far, about 6 hours.” Dean said. “Hey Y/N, why don’t you come with us this time?” Dean said and Sam’s head shot up so fast you thought he may have whiplash.

“Really!” You asked excited, smiling at Dean.

“Yeah, you seem to have control over your powers. Plus, I’m sure Sammy here couldn’t bare to be a night away from you.” He said giving you a wink before leaving the kitchen as Sam choked on his coffee. The two of you finished eating and cleaned up. You heard the heavy door open and the two of you walked into the war room to see Cas walking down the stairs.

“Hey, Cas.” You and Sam said at the same time.

“Hello.” He answered formally.

“We got a case, you want to come with?” Sam asked him.

“I suppose, I’ll talk with Dean.” He nodded at the two of you, he was concerned he could see the bond between you and Sam was getting stronger. He was worried about how powerful you were and what that meant for the Winchester’s. You walked into your room and threw some clothes in a bag, then you showered and dressed in leggings, a thermal shirt and a jacket over it. You found your hiking shoes that you thankfully brought and put those on as well. The four of you headed out. Along the way you stopped for something to eat and to further look into the case. You pulled into a motel that looked like the whole building had some infectious disease. They only had one room left so you all piled in and gave each other awkward looks, “who the hell is using all these rooms?” you thought to yourself as you looked at all the unidentifiable stains.

You all sat down and began looking into the case: four deaths, all were last seen going into an abandoned asylum next to the local college, all found with puncture marks in their eyes and chest. Dean and Cas left to go ask some questions at the college while you and Sam stayed behind to read more about the asylum. Like most asylums it had a tragic past, a place that was supposed to be a safe haven was used as an excuse for torture and experimentation on the innocent. After ordering some pizza and waiting until eleven p.m. the four of you left for the asylum. Dean parked the car and you all got out as Dean opened the trunk. He got his rifle and a few other things made of iron and handed Sam a rifle as well. He looked at you and handed you a crowbar.

“Sorry sweetheart, we will work on you shooting and then you can have a gun.” You rolled your eyes and nodded, somewhat pissed but understanding. You then walked into the asylum. Your heart was racing, talking about ghost hunting was one thing, but to do to do it was something totally different. You gripped the crowbar tightly as you walked through the hallways with them. Sam’s calm demeanor was helping keep you from shaking as you breathed steady breaths, in your nose and out your mouth.

A ghost appeared in front of you, its face mangled and twisted in constant agony. Startled, you gasped and jumped back slightly, a gun shot went off and the ghost disappeared, you looked at Dean with wide eyes.

“You alright?” Sam asked.

“Yes, just startled me.” You said nodding. All three men nodded at you as you kept walking. You looked around the massive building, Sam and Dean in front, you and Cas in the back.

“This way.” Dean said with a flick of his head. Rounding the corner you were almost knocked off your feet by the feeling of hatred, anger, and distress that hit you suddenly. You grabbed Castiel’s shoulder and looked him in the eye.

“Y/N? What is it? What do you feel?” Cas said taking your hands in his, looking deeply into your face.

“Something here, someone I guess I should say, I feel it. I feel its hatred and anger. Its so angry.” You said grasping your chest.

“Anger? Is it a patient?” Dean asked you.

“I don’t think so, its anger but there is something else with it, disgust. It’s disgusted by us…because it thinks were patients. It’s a doctor.” Everything fell into place as you looked around for the ghost. The boys all staring at you. You closed your eyes and let the walls down, completely letting the ghost in. You felt him seething down the hallway. You turned on your heels and took off towards the emotion, as you got closer you felt another emotion cloud your mind slightly, you stopped walking and touched your head. “Paranoia. I feel paranoia and…protective. It’s protecting something, something really important.” You said opening your eyes and looking at them.

“Where?” Dean asked you.

“That room right there, I can feel him waiting.” You said pointing as Dean tapped Sam and they entered the room together. When you started to follow, Cas grabbed your shoulder and gently eased you back.

“They will call us if they need us.” He said. Sam and Dean held off the ghost for as long as they could, but it was strong and it was pissed. Dean called for Cas and the two of you entered the room. Sam came and stood in front of you, protecting you. You closed your eyes again and searched for the ghost and what it was hiding. You felt it by the back wall, it was blood hungry. You looked at Dean and slowly pointed to where the ghost was, Dean got off a clean shot leaving a hole in the wall. Sam grabbed you and took you into the hallway as Dean and Cas began pounding through the wall. Cas was hacking away as Dean continued to shoot at the ghost, keeping him at bay. Dean found a corpse, salted it, and lit it on fire. The ghost let out a brutal scream and vanished into flames.

“Hey!” A voice boomed as a bright light hit your face. Sam froze next to you as the cop pulled out his gun. “Drop your weapon!” He was screaming at Sam. Sam knelt down and put his gun on the floor then raised his hands in surrender, you dropped the crow bar and also put your hands up. Dean and Cas stayed hidden in the room. “Alright, hands behind your head, your under arrest.” He said slowly walking over to the two of you, gun still raised.

“No.” You said and Sam looked at you out of the corner of his eye. “You made a mistake, you don’t want to arrest us. You made a mistake, you can’t arrest us.” The cop and Sam were both staring at you now, your eyes were shining a bright violet and your hands and chest were emitting a glow. “You made a mistake, you don’t want to arrest us.” You said again as you mentally pushed the feeling towards the cop. “Leave. You made a mistake, you don’t want to arrest us.” You said taking a step towards him, when nothing happened you slowly walked over to him and touched him on the shoulder. “Leave, you made a mistake.” You said again.

“Mistakes happen all the time.” He said giving you a nod.

“Yes they do.” You said nodding back.

“I’ll just be going now.” He said placing his gun in its holster and leaving. You all watched him leave, get in his car and radio in that he made a mistake and no arrest was made. You turned to face them as the light receded into you and your eyes changed from violet to their natural color.

“That was the coolest thing I have ever seen. You’re awesome.” Dean said placing a hand on your shoulder and sending you a smile. Castiel didn’t say anything but you could feel that he was impressed by how quick you were to risk everything to save them. Sam was staring at you, gratitude and astonishment were rolling off him. You all piled into the impala and headed back for the motel. When you pulled in Sam and Dean offered you the shower. You gladly let the water run over you, relaxing you. You walked out of the bathroom and got into one of the beds. Sam showered next and then looked at you, asking you if it was ok. You pulled the comforter down next to you and smiled. He crawled into bed next to you as Dean showered. Cas just kind of sat there and then left when the three of you fell asleep. You woke tangled in Sam again, breathing in his warm scent and feeling his hands on you was something you don’t ever think you could get used to. It felt too good.

You went out for breakfast and then headed back to the bunker. When you walked in you felt like you were coming home after a long day at work. The feeling of acceptance and affirmation filled you. You hadn't felt this clear in a long time. You had a safe place to stay. A place to be yourself. Sam came up behind you and wrapped his long arms around you, kissing your head. You were home.

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something-fanfiction-ie · 5 years

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Bullshit

Pairing: Eventual Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, underaged drinking, one of the saddest moments in Steve Harrington history.

A/N: Probs the longest build up for smut you’ve ever seen but hell, I needed backstory. So uhm, part one of an -at most- three part smut story.

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Throwing rocks at your window was Steve’s thing. Even when he’s been dating Nancy Wheeler, or when he was with every other girl in Hawkins High, he was still throwing rocks at your window.

You’d grown up with him since your moms were the best of friends. You were just a year younger than him and they’d been shoving you together since you could toddle behind him as he toddled a little faster. He hated your presence for a while, pulling your hair and whining all the time.

Once you got older, you were able to put your differences aside and form a truly beautiful friendship. He made life easier and was always there when you needed a shoulder to cry on. In all respects except physical, he acted like a boyfriend to you. Crawling in your window on nights he wasn’t crawling into somebody else’s window, sitting with you at lunch, driving you home, and hanging at your locker between classes.

That was, until Nancy Wheeler. The taps at your window became few and far between, you found the seats around you at lunch were filled with strangers, he told you once that he wouldn’t be able to drive you that day and then he never drove you again, and you could always see him scooping Nancy into his arms over at her locker.

When he did come to visit your room at night, he would gush about Nancy or whatever. You didn’t have a crush on Steve, that definitely was not the case. You just couldn’t have those kind of feelings for someone you’d seen be potty trained. Even if you had been potty trained at the same time. No, the only reason you were upset was because your best, and really only, friend had abandoned you for Nancy freaking Wheeler.

You told yourself that you didn’t deserve the way he was treating you. You said that every night as you paced back and forth at the end of your bed. It was also the first thing you threw out the door when you heard the tapping on your window. The amount of scrambling and excited heart beating that happened was just plain embarrassing. There was no way that he didn’t know the kind of effect he had on you.

A little over a year into his relationship with Nancy and he came to your window without bothering to throw rocks. He just knocked, sitting on your roof until you threw the glass barrier up.

“I thought you were at that Halloween party?” You asked, stepping aside as he awkwardly climbed in through the small opening. He huffed, the dark shades covering his eyes fell off as he plopped onto your bed. His eyes were rimmed with red.

It took you all of a millisecond to decide that Nancy Wheeler would die a very painful death at your hands. Climbing onto the bed at his side, you leaned on one hand and ran your fingers through his hair with the other one.

“You look awesome as Joel Goodson.” A small smile pulled at a corner of his mouth, his tear-glazed eyes looked over at you before a tear fell and you quickly wiped it away with the backs of your knuckles.

“I’ve been a real bullshit friend this past year, haven’t I?” He spoke with his eyes closed, ignoring the pounding of his head and focusing on your fingers in his hair. You never said much when he came to you like this. But just your presence was enough to calm his nerves.

As much as you wanted to console him, you couldn’t lie.

“Yeah, the worst.” Your was tone teasing. He snorted a laugh, nudging your stomach with his elbow. Steve knew you were telling the truth, he knew because he had spent countless nights this past year laying in his bed telling himself he was going to do better by you. And then he saw Nancy and everything he planned to do crashed into a high powered fan. She consumed him, and he had tossed you aside.

Look where that had gotten him.

“It’s bullshit.” She said. That moment ran through his head on a loop, each time sending a sword through his chest and stealing the breath from his lungs. A whole year on bullshit.

The entire ride over here, he had battled with the tears that had pricked the back of his neck. They hadn’t fallen until he saw you through your bedroom window, sitting cross-legged on your bed, watching Bewitched reruns on the small black and white television in your room. It had been the living room tv before your parents got a newer one, he could still remember the absolute glee and excitement in your voice when you had called to tell him.

“She doesn’t love me.” He said out loud, eyes still closed, chest heavy with the weight of what he was saying. Your fingers stuttered in shock, stopping for a fraction of a second before you moved them again. You replayed every moment you’d seen of Nancy and Steve’s relationship in your head, trying to catch any minuscule signs that Nancy Wheeler didn’t love him.

Jonathan Byers. That was the only explanation. You made a mental note to run them both over.

“‘It’s bullshit.’ That’s what she said. Several times, in case I was mistaken she had said something else. She was drunk, but I know she wasn’t just saying shit. She was being honest.” It felt like your chest cracked in half. You scooted closer, unsure what you were supposed to say to make him feel better.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). I’m sorry I pretty much ignored you this year and I’m sorry that I’m only paying you any attention now that Nancy has hurt me.” This time, it’s your turn to snort and poke his side. You flop onto your back beside him, moving your head to lay in the crook of his neck and your hand to grab his.

“I don’t think there is anything you could do that I wouldn’t forgive, Harrington.” You pull your intertwined hands up to kiss the back of his hand, unable to contain your grin when he brings your hand over to his lips.

“Let’s go to sleep, I think you need it.” The bed creaks and groans as you both shuffle around, rolling onto your sides to face each other. Your hands are still holding each other between you.

“Are you saying I look bad? Rude.” You turn your bedside lamp off without breaking contact, feeling comfortable in the dark with Steve just across from you.

“Shut up and go to sleep.” Steve chuckles half heartedly when you lightly kick his shins. He falls asleep first, his breathing slows and his hand goes a little slack in yours. You try to pull it away, wanting to flip to your other side, but his grip tightens the moment you try.

You’re almost afraid that he woke up, but his breathing never changes. Instead of flipping around, you slowly scoot closer so that your knees touch.

It reminds you of New Years in 1979. Steve had been thirteen, you were twelve, and the both of you were elated to bring in 1980. Both of your moms were already wine drunk in the living room, your dads were a little more sober as they sipped their beers, and you and Steve sat in his room with a stolen bottle of wine that had been left in the kitchen.

“Ladies first.” The neck of the bottle was grasped in one of Steve’s outstretched hands. His chocolate locks were trimmed and styled in a bowl cut, just the same as every other boy under the edge of eighteen in 1979. His grin was cheesy, his eyes were bright, and his voice was tinged with a note of mischievousness.

You didn’t want to go first. To be honest, you were afraid that your parents would be able to tell if you drank a drop of any of it. But, you took the bottle from him anyways and you took a big swig.

Your nose scrunched in disgust while your cheeks puffed out, full of wine that your adolescent taste buds hadn’t acquired the taste for. Shoving the bottle back into his hands, you forced yourself to swallow as he cackled on the end of his bed.

“If you thinks it’s so funny, you try it.” Steve put on a brave face, but you could see that he was just as nervous about it as you were. He also hid his disgust better than you did, deciding it was best to swallow as fast as he could in an attempt to keep it from soaking on his tongue.

Even though neither of you had a liking for it, there was no way you could hide a half drank bottle of wine and you surely couldn’t put it back in the kitchen, so you finished it off. Mostly because neither of you thought to just dump it down the drain and it seemed like a cool story to have for when you went back to school.

By the time 11:59 rolled around, your parents having given up on getting the both of you to come downstairs some time ago, you were both very drunk. It had been a very big bottle and, even though it was just wine, neither of you had ever drank before.

“Will you kiss me at midnight?” Steve asked, his eyes half lidded as he lowered his head to his pillow. For some reason, you both felt sleepy. Which wasn’t at all what you thought being drunk would feel like.

“Sure, but only because you’re the only boy around.” You slurred, also lowering your head to a pillow. You were so close that your knobby knees brushed against one another.

When you heard your parents yelling the countdown, you pushed your faces closer together so that his lips were within reach. In the end, he was the one to close the gap as your parents screamed their happy New Years.

Your lips bumped together kind of clumsily, whether it was due to your youth or your sobriety was something you would never be able to decide. It was short and sweet, a little more than the peck of lips you were used to, and when he pulled away his eyes were already closing.

“Happy New Year, (Y/N).” Steve mumbled, reaching out to grab one of your hands. You didn’t respond, finally surrendering to the tiredness the wine brought with it.

You never spoke of it, that small moment shared between you, but you thought of it often. Like now, your hands interlocked and your knees pressed together just like that night. You let the memory pull you to sleep, a warm feeling blossomed in your chest.

The sun woke you up the next morning, glaring through your window and piercing through your eyelids. You groaned and reached out, patting around to feel for your companion, only opening your eyes to the light when your blind search came up empty.

Steve was nowhere to be seen and for a moment you were afraid you had dreamt the whole thing. It wasn’t until you got out of bed that you saw the note on your vanity, scrawled on top was Steve’s messy handwriting.

I left to make an appearance for my parents and change clothes, I’ll come pick you up before school. Be ready! You’re always late. Love, SH

A smile twitched at the edges of your lips before you shook it off, placing the note on your nightstand as you went in search of clothes. If Steve really was picking you up this morning, you were already running late.

Ten minutes later, your toothbrush shoved into the side of your mouth as you ran a brush through your hair, your mother hollered up the stairs.

“(Y/N), Steve is here to take you to school!” The hairbrush clattered against the counter as you tossed it aside, spitting out toothpaste and rinsing your mouth out with a mouthful of water. It took you another five minutes to shove your feet into shoes, collect your books and things, and then rush down the stairs.

Your feet pounded against each step before you careened around the banister. Steve stood with your mother in the kitchen, chatting happily about applying for colleges and hopeful plans. His car keys dangled from his left index finger, his right hand shoved into his pocket. When he finally looked over at you, he smiled.

It wasn’t peak happy-Steve, but it wasn’t as fake and lacking as the small smile he’d given you last night.

“Finally ready?” He teased after saying his goodbyes to your mother. You waited for him at the front door, only opening it once he had taken the ten steps from the kitchen to the foyer.

“Leave me alone, Harrington.” You followed him onto the front porch, closing the door behind you. His BMW sat parked parallel to the curb, the passenger side closer to your house.

“I think I specifically said not to be late.”

“No,” you dragged the word out as you met his gaze over the roof of his car. You stood in the open door, your bookbag already tossed into the backseat. “You said ‘You’re always late.’ That doesn’t necessarily mean to not be late.”

You both ducked into the car, shutting the doors. Steve pushed the keys into the ignition and started the car. You were thankful for the warm air that blew out of the air vents, Indiana mornings could be a little nippy sometimes.

“I said ‘Be ready.’ Which does mean to not be late.” There was a smile in his voice, and when you looked at him there was a smile on his face. As the car started to move, you made yourself comfortable, glad to be back in the passenger seat of your best friend’s car.

Nancy Wheeler didn’t deserve this seat. Or your best friend.

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non-stop-imagines · 5 years

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Day Off (Drabble Request)

Request:

#5:“You look so sexy when you’re ignoring me”

#9: “You’re a mess” “The hottest mess you’ve ever seen”

Pairing: Thor Odinson x Black!Reader

Word Count: 1760

Warnings: A swear word, a little suggestive, but overall veerrrrryyyy fluffy

A/N: So here is the first request from my second Drabble Request post for @meishaabae. I can finally write more since this semester is OVER and I went to see endgame last night so those that have seen it can agree that we need something to nice to read after... that. This Drabble is SPOILER FREE!

Requests are OPEN, if you want to be added to the tags list for a certain character, just ask.

Masterlist

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For the first time in literal months, you and Thor are finally able to have a day to yourselves and fully believe that even with your absence from society the world has the lowest potential of being destroyed. Another thing that has happened for the first time in a while is you spending a night in your own bed and having your boyfriend to cuddle into only sweetened the deal.

You blink awake and attempt to shift your body so you could lay on your side to face Thor, but his arm was draped over you, unintentionally keeping you in the position you woke up in: legs facing away from Thor while the rest of your body was face up. With some struggle, you were able to free yourself from the weight of his arm, then decide to wake him through annoying means as retaliation. You start by simply jumping on the bed, then you try to shake him awake, you try tickling him, and even give him a wet willy. Though valiant, your efforts were not enough to wake the Norse god, but your attempts may have lightened his sleep because soon after you stop, he begins to slowly wake up.

“Goooooood Moorrrnnninnngg!” You sing to him as you straddle his tired frame and cup his face. In a swift motion, Thor rolls onto his stomach, taking you down with him. Now his arm and leg wait held you to the bed, destroying all hopes of you escaping this death grip.

“Morning. What time is it?” His mouth was close to your ear, so his sleepy, sultry accent sent shivers down your spine.

You turn your head and look at the alarm clock on your night stand. “9:15” You answer enthusiastically. You, for some reason, were always an early riser, so this was sleeping in late for you.

“Why are you so awake, woman?” He adjusts your guys’ position so that instead of somthering you with his body, he hugged you close, large hand slowly caressing your back.

“There’s no point in wasting all day sleeping. I was thinking we could do something together today, like painting, or cooking…” You cuddle up to him and look up into his still shut eyes.

“...or sleeping. Can’t we just stay in bed?” He pulls you closer, a feeling of safety being translated through his arms.

“You gods aren’t supposed to be sentient beings. Come on, let's do something. We’ll even stay indoors.” You manage to free yourself from Thor’s grip and get out of bed and move over to the dresser to grab the first pair of fuzzy socks you find, then slide figure skating style on the wooden floor back to the bed, sitting on the edge of it.

“I know something we can do indoors. We don't even have to get out of bed.” Thor lazily wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him and resting his head on your lower back.

“Thor, come on. I promise we can get to that later, but I really do want to at least get out of this room please.” You pat his hands as a request for release, but get slightly more annoyed when you feel yourself being pulled in again.

“Oh trust me, we’ll be out of this room in about an hour if my plan works out well…” His sultry accent and raspy voice would usually coax you back into bed, but you weren’t having it this morning. For the first time in a long time you had free time to do what you want and, as tempting as Thor always is, spending real quality time with him was rare, and the fact that he didn’t realize this kinda hurt. So you simply pull his hands from your waist, his slack on the grip and easy removal making it obvious that he was catching on to your vibe, and stand from the bed, striding to the bedroom door.

“You look so sexy when you’re ignoring me.” Thor muses, looking at you in the door frame.

“Well then, you’re about to be absolutely aroused.” You say as you walk out of the bedroom door, adjusting your bonnet.

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“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. I didn’t know how much it meant to you to really do something today. But to make it clearer… why?” Thor trudges out of the bedroom, shirtless wearing red plaid pajama pants. It's been about 15 minutes since you left the room and once you were out of the room you heard shuffles coming from it, which was most likely Thor searching for his pants. You take a deep breath and subtly bow your head. You look up at Thor through your lashes then begin to explain.

“Because, for as long as we’ve known each other, it seems like every single day we’ve had to do something, but it always had something to do with saving the world from an untimely demise. I always HAD to do that stuff. So, I wanted to take today to do something, but do something I wanted. Something I desire to do, not something that I have to do. Even if it was something as simple as a movie marathon, or just talking to each other, Thor. I was hoping to do something I wanted to do with you.” You avoid Thor’s gaze, one hand lightly pulling on the bantu knots that were previously covered by your bright pink bonnet while the other rested on the kitchen island. As tears began to brim your eyes, you feel Thor’s strong arms protectively wrap around you, pulling you into a much need hug, calming the anxiety you didn't realize was welling up until that moment. You gingerly press your face into his chest and let a weak smile grace your face.

“Y/N, I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” You stand embraced by him for solid minute in silence, gently swaying back and forth, dancing to nonexistent music. “So, what were you planning for us to do today.” You jump slightly at the sudden noise of his voice breaking through the trance that previously consumed you, making Thor chuckle.

“Oh-uh, how about we do some baking? Cookies?” You look up into his eyes, bodies still flushed against each other.

“Oooo, yes. Now I’ll finally learn the sorcery that you use to make those delicious chocolate chip cookies.” His face lights up like a child that just received a puppy, but his eyes were filled with an immense amount of love for the woman he was proud to call his girlfriend.

“Alrighty then, let’s get to baking.” You reach up and guide Thor’s chin down to a level were you had easy access to his lips to give him a quick peck, gently rubbing your thumb over the moderate amount of stuble on his face, taking the time to get a good look at his eyes, causing you to grin. You pull away and search for a large bowl to start baking.

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"Thor, we only needed 2 and a half cups of flour, not an entire bag." You two were only five minutes into baking and you are already in the presence of a flour covered (and might I say shirtless) Thor. "I guess with what made its way into the bowl was about 2 and a half cups." You dry your hands of water and try to wipe off your boyfriend. "Thor, you're a mess." You reach up to wipe the flour from his face.

"The hottest mess you've ever seen." He gives you an air kiss. You lightly smack his face, and giggle as you walk away to finish mixing the wet ingredients. "So, what do you want to do when we're done with this."

"You want to watch Disney movies?" You shrug, signaling for him to hand you the bowl of dry ingredients so you can mix them in.

"Of course. I have heard that I should really see Toy Story." He dries he hands from washing them, seemingly unnecessary since he was still covered in flour, and hugs you from behind, pulling you real close to him as you mix the ingredients. "Oh you're definitely gonna need to dust yourself off by the way." You turn off the hand mixer and reach back to playfully hit Thor's chest, pushing him back so you can dust off your back. "Wow, how are you so messy." He heckles as he begins to back away.

"You know what…" you grab one if the mixer attachments covered in chocolate chip cookie dough base and flick it at him, getting bits of dough on his chest and face. This evokes a level one food fight, being careful not to spill the dough since you two were really looking forward to having these cookies. He chases you around the island, bag of flour in hand flicking it at you, getting it all over your face. The excitement dies down as Thor slowly approaches you, hands up in surrender, then wraps you in another loving hug. While the food fight was going on the dough, which now contained the chocolate chips, was chilling in the fridge and is now ready to bake. You guys take spoons and spoon the dough onto the baking sheet, stealing some here and there, until all of the dough was gone and put the sheets in the oven.

"So, how long do they cook?" Thor asks, placing a hand by your sides on the island, hovering over you as you leaned your elbows on the island and look at the instructions on your phone.

"Around 10 minutes." You answer as you set a timer. You two stand around the island and begin to talk, the most simple conversation you could've thought of, and yet it felt so extremely intimate. You almost miss the timer going off, but you pull the cookies out at the perfect time. "You know," you pull the oven mits off your hands and turn to lean your back on the island, "These have to cool. I wonder what we could do while we wait…" you tap your chin and look around as though you were trying to figure out an idea. Thor, catching onto your hint quickly, picks you up and flings you over his shoulder, one hand on your lower back and one on your butt as you giggle uncontrollably.

"With what I have in mind for you, those cookies will be nice and cool when we're done." He says, smacking your ass as he brings you into the bedroom and swiftly shuts the door.

#black reader #marvel imagine #thor odinson #thor #thor imagine #thor x reader #thor x black!reader #drabble

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jimintykookies · 5 years

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Pairing: hoseok x female reader

Genre: phoenix!AU, smut, angst, fluff

Warnings: intercourse, oral (male and female), loss of virginity (female), major character death (non-descriptive)

A/N: Here it is, my first fic on this account. I’m so excited to debut my writing on here and even more excited to do it as part of a collab full of wonderful writers (many of whom I look up to). If you would like to check out their contributions to Cryptaesthesia, the link is here. I hope you enjoy and please, please, please leave feedback. Love ya!!

“Don’t forget to remind your parents about the conferences.”

You watched fondly as your hoard of kindergartners ran off to greet their respected parent or guardian. Your smile widened, quietly observing them excitedly explaining the events of their day. You loved your job and you loved your kids. Each one was special in their own unique way: Ella built towers with anything she could get her hands on, Lucas was the master painter and Bianca and Taylor were the Double Dutch queens.

You were familiar with most of the parents as well. There was the group of ‘Mean Girl’ moms who actively shamed anyone who gave their kids so much as a cookie. Rachel and Elliot Kasper were the young, dreamy couple who were so in love it was disgusting. Mrs. Wells was the Master of the Bake Sales, who made the best chocolate chip cookies you’d ever had. And then there was Kim Taehyung: the hot single dad with eyes of honey and a heart of gold. He had moved to the states a few years ago with his daughter Jisoo, and you couldn’t exactly blame the moms who would swoon over him at PTA meetings. Between his caramel hair, puppy dog eyes and a jawline that could cut diamonds, no one could blame you for harboring a little crush on him. It didn’t help that the sound of “Miss. Y/N” rolling of his tongue was enough for your panties to become ruined. How can someone’s voice be deeper than the Pacific ocean?

Your eyes quickly found him as they ran over the school courtyard. He was crouched beside Jisoo, golden skin glistening in the early May sun, lips stretched into a large smile as he chatted with his daughter. You mentally cursed how good he looked in a plain black t-shirt, because no human should look that hot. And those arms, god those arms. You could barely breathe when his biceps flexed to pick Jisoo’s backpack.

You lingered in the courtyard until you were sure all your kids were gone before slowly dragging yourself back to your classroom. Due to school policy, you were required to stay for another hour before you could head home to your couch and a warm cup of tea. Doing your best to fill up the time, you stop by the teacher’s lounge to make yourself a cup of bland coffee, an important aid in making your way through grading thirty-two math tests. You loved to teach, but grading had to be one of the worst jobs on the planet. While your kids were wonderful, you couldn’t say the same about their handwriting. You had suffered through many a headache trying to decipher e’s from c’s and h’s from n’s.

Sure enough an hour later you were sitting at your desk rubbing your temples. Accompanying your growing headache was the familiar queasy stomach and empty chest. These phenomenons make up what you call the Feeling. The Feeling had plagued you since you were eight years old and you accidentally set your Barbie doll on fire.

For the most part, it had been a quiet Tuesday evening. Your parents had gotten into another fight, but that wasn’t exactly out of character at this point. You were alone in your room about to make Ken kiss the bride, when you heard a loud crash from the kitchen. You jumped at the sound, heart beating fast. Crashes often meant ugly fights and because of this, loud noises set off your fight or flight instincts. When you looked back at your doll, you found that your dear Barbie, along with your hand, were ablaze. Despite the fire, the burning sensation was nowhere to be found, and despite your surprise, you made no sound. Instead, you stared at the flames until your breathing and heartbeat slowed and the fire extinguished itself. The doll was a melted, black mess, but your hand was otherwise untouched.

That was the first of many times you accidentally set something on ire. Byt the time you were eleve, your pyrokinetic abilities were somewhat under control. As far as you were aware, nobody else knew about it and that was the way you wanted it to stay. However, your control over your flame had a direct relationship with the Feeling. As your control grew, the Feeling grew in tandem. You don’t know exactly how to describe the Feeling, but the closest you had ever come was it felt like you were missing the other half of your soul. At first, it was just a lonely thought it the back of your mind, but as you matured, it became more physical and more distracting. It was a dull ache most of the time and just enough distraction would make you forget about it, but some days it screamed at you, making it hard to focus on work and at its worst, leave you bedridden. You were to afraid to go to a doctor because while you didn’t know the exact cause, you were fairly certain that it was connected to your powers and you weren’t in the mood to become some lab experiment.

Today it hadn’t been too bad, but without proper distraction, it still bugged you. You had found over the years that peppermint tea eased the feeling a bit, so you found yourself once again in the teacher’s lounge, boiling a steaming cup. You were in the middle of stirring in some honey, when Kim Namjoon, the vice principal, approached you.

“Hey, Y/N.” He smiled fondly at you.

“Hey, Namjoon, what’s up?”

You liked Namjoon. Not romantically, but as a person. He was intelligent, funny and genuinely cared about both the staff and the kids. He had amazing ideas about how to make the students learning simultaneously more fun and more immersive, all while providing constant support for the teachers. He would make a much better principal then Min Jinsoo, who only liked his job for his pay.

“I got your field trip approved.”

A few weeks ago you had sent in a request for a field trip to a local dance studio that offered classes about movement for younger children. You were currently leading a unit on health and exercise and you figured this would be a great way to get the kids out of the classroom. When you had told Namjoon about your idea, he had immediately been on board. However, Jinsoo was an absolute stinge, and rarely granted field trip requests. This time, however, you seemed to have gotten lucky.

“Really? That’s great. What did you have to bribe Min with this time?”

“Bribery? Don’t you know who I am? I charmed him with my outstanding rhetoric.”

You raised an eyebrow. He sighed.

“Free coffee for a month.”

“Jesus, Joon, you didn’t have to do that!”

“A ‘thanks’ would have been sufficient.”

“Well, thank you. This will really mean a lot to the kids. We haven’t gone on a field trip since October.”

“No problem. You know the kid’s education is the most important thing to me.”

“I do, but we both know how expensive Jung’s prefered coffee is.”

“I never promised him that. If you think I am bringing anything other than that gas station shit, you are sadly mistaken.”

“Well, thanks still. Anyway, I better get going. I have a crap load of tests to grade. As much as I love these kids, their handwriting is really something else.”

“Aish, I know. Good luck. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow, Kim.”

An hour later, you’re finally done with checking the tests and entering the scores into the gradebook. You pack up your stuff, grab your coat and keys and head out to your car. The one positive about staying behind to grade tests, is that it means you miss rush hour. Instead of an hour, your drive home only takes thirty minutes. However, by the time you make it home, the Feeling begins to take over. You immediately make yourself another cup of peppermint tea before curling up on the couch and putting a show on Netflix. You can’t really focus on the plot though, because the Feeling is slowly taking over all of your senses. You hated when it got like this: all consuming, demanding that you pay attention to it. What you hated most is that there was no way for you to fix it. For all you knew, you would spend the rest of your life like this and if the pattern continued, it would only get worse.

You ended up giving up on watching the show and instead making yourself a light dinner before going to bed at six-thirty. You don’t fall asleep for a long time, tears streaming down your face as you longed for someone to comfort you, to tell you it was okay. When you can no longer keep your eyes open, you fall into a dreamless slumber.

HOSEOK POV

“One and two and three and four and…” Hoseok had long cutout Jimin’s counting, his only focus being his body and the music.

He loved the feeling of the solid, hardwood dance floor beneath his feet. With each step he felt more alive and he could feel a rush of energy run through him every time he breathed in. He threw his body into every leap, every step, every beat. Dance was his life and he communicated that with his movement.

He got so caught up in dancing that he hadn’t realized that Jimin had stopped moving. One second he was flying through the air and the next he was colliding with Jimin’s hard body before falling to the floor. He put his hand out to catch himself, but his weight was too much for his wrist and he cried out as sharp pain shot up his arm.

“Fuck, Hobi, are you okay?”

Jimin was immediately hovering over him, as he rolled on the floor clutching his wrist.

“Ahh, shit it hurts.”

“Do you need me to take you to the hospital? Do you need painkillers? Ice?”

“I’m fine. I’ll be fine. Just help me up.”

Using his good hand, Jimin lifted him to his feet and helped him hobble to the front desk where they kept a mini-fridge with ice. He hissed when he felt the cold against his now swollen wrist.

“Are you sure your fine?” Jimin’s voice was shaking with worry.

“I’ll be alright. Go back to dancing, I’ll be in in a minute.”

Jimin cast him a worried glance, but listened to him anyway. As soon as Jimin was gone, Hoseok channeled the energy that was always bubbling in his core to spread out down to his arm. He sighed in relief as the swelling went down. He became so relaxed, that he didn’t notice that he had set fire to the towel he had wrapped around the ice.

“Fuck. Shit. Goddammit.”

He quickly beat out the flame before throwing the towel in the trash, hoping no one would notice it. It wasn’t the first time he had accidentally set something on fire and he doubted it would be the last. Ever since he was eight years old, he had been setting random things aflame. Lucky for him, the only person who had ever caught him was his school’s druggie. The kid had blabbered to everyone on campus about Hoseok’s powers but every had passed it off as an LSD induced hallucination. Despite having them for his entire life, he had no idea where his powers came from, he just knew that they were accompanied by the strangest ache he had ever felt.

He waited a couple more minutes before heading back into the dance studio. Jimin had just finished running through the song again and was brushing the sweat from his forehead.

When he saw Hoseok, his brow furrowed in concern.

“Hey, what are you doing? Shouldn’t you be icing that?”

“It’s fine, just some temporary pain. I’m good. Should we run it again?”

“Actually, we have some kids from a local school coming in in a couple days. I was hoping you could teach it because it’s my parent’s 50th anniversary and I have to help with the party.”

“Uh, sure. How old are they?”

“Around five or six. Kindergartners.”

“Aww, just little kiddos.”

Hoseok had always had a soft spot for little ones. They were always so adorable, prancing around the studio, attempting to follow his instructions.

“Yeah, it’s a field trip from the local school. I think you’ll really like the teacher. She’s hot.”

Jimin sent him a wink and he rolled his eyes in response. Over the years, Hoseok had found himself perpetually single. Don’t get him wrong, he had got his dick wet plenty of times, but every relationship he had found himself in felt suffocating. Jimin, however, was a hopeless romantic and made it his life mission to find the girl of Hoseok’s dreams. This teacher was only one of the billion that Jimin had tried to set him up with and he doubted this one would be any different from the rest. Still, there was a part of him that hoped that she might fix the hole that was becoming more and more obvious every day.

Something was wrong. Very wrong. You had never felt this good in your entire life. You had just stepped into the dance studio to meet the instructor for your class, normal procedure. However, as soon as his hand clasped yours in a friendly shake, it felt like your entire body was healed. You almost jumped in surprise at the sensation and it took you a solid minute to recuperate from the shock. Throughout the class you found yourself trying to find ways to get as close to him as possible: the nearer you were, the more euphoric you felt. The hole that had began to become unbearable the last couple days, was suddenly gone. During the lunch break, you found yourself talking to him. The conversation was easy, and while you normally felt anxious around guys, you felt completely safe around Hoseok. He was handsome, a good dancer, and the absolute sweetest around the kids. You prayed to god he was single, because you weren’t sure you would be able to handle of the pain of him having a girlfriend. You dreaded having to leave. You didn’t know if you would ever feel like this again.

Sadly, all good things come to an end. You almost wanted to cry during your departure, but instead were forced to help manage your small children. When you shook his hand in goodbye, you felt a small piece of paper being passed to you. When you glanced at it, you were elated to see the ten digits scrawled in blue ink. You couldn’t help the smile that grew across your face and when you glanced back up at him, you burst out laughing at his cheesy wink. You didn’t notice your scarf in a crumpled heap in the corner of the dance studio, but Hoseok certainly did.

You at in your desk chair, lazily swinging back and forth, while you debated whether or not you should text him. You hadn’t had much dating experience in your life (read: none at all) and the last thing you wanted was to come off as too eager. That being said, you were eager to see him again. You longed to feel the comfortable ease that came with being around him and his gorgeous smile. You began to swirl into an anxious spiral, mind switching back and forth to the point that you felt a headache begin to form. You were so deep in your thoughts, that you didn’t hear the knock on the door or see Hoseok walk in.

You glanced up in surprise, “Oh...what are you doing here?”

He broke into a gentle smile as your tongue tripped over itself, which in turn made you smile as well. Just him being in the room made your mind calm and your anxiety quell. That all disappeared when you noticed the scarf, your scarf, in his hand. You come to the fast and disappointing realisation that he is not there for you, but simply to return your belonging.

“I’m here to return this...”

His voice was soft and unsteady, breath quick. He almost seemed nervous.

“...andtoaskyouonadate.”

He spit the words out so fast, it took you a moment to comprehend what he had just said. When the realisation did hit you, you opened your mouth before closing it in complete disbelief.

“I..well..um..you wanna go on a date? With me?” You couldn’t keep the disbelief out of your voice.

“Well..uh..yeah. Ya know..if that is something you would like?”

It was a good thing no one else was there to see you because you were both a blushing mess. Hoseok hadn’t actually gone a date with a girl in years (he was pretty sure casual one night stands didn’t count as dates) and you had never been on a date at all. You hadn’t even had your first kiss.

“I would like that...a date..that...we should do.”

Your nervousness seemed to cure him of his, as he burst out in the cutest giggle you had ever heard (keep in mind you work with five year olds).

“Thank god, if you had said no, I swear I would’ve died.”

You smile, the butterflies in your stomach still fluttering, but no longer preventing you from being a coherent human being.

“I’m just happy you’re not just here to return the scarf.”

“I’m happy you left it so I had an excuse to see you again.”

You giggled.

“So how does dinner and a movie next Saturday sound?”

“It sounds just perfect.”

“Well I should probably go, it’s Jimin’s birthday and if I don’t pick up the alcohol for his party, I don’t know if you will ever see me again.”

“Well then you better go, I don’t want a missing man as my date. Text me the details?”

“Sounds good.”

Time goes by slower than you would like, but now Hoseok texts you daily and that keeps your impatience at bay. By the time Saturday evening rolls around, you are a chaotic mess, trying to figure out what to wear. You always thought it was stupid how much time and effort put into getting ready for these kinds of things, but now you fully understood the pressure of trying not to look like you tried too hard, but also like you tried a little. Society is stupid like that. By the time you were walking out the door, you had spent nearly three hours on your hair, makeup and outfit, and you swore to god if the date went well, Hoseok was going to have to deal with you being a mess from now on.

You meet him at a new Mexican restaurant equidistant from both of your houses. You almost choked when you saw him, his usual attire consisting of sweatpants and loose tees replaced with a leather jacket and black skin-tight jeans. He looked god-level good and you wondered how soon you could get water because, goddamn, if you were going to get through this night you were going to need a lot of it.

As it turns out, despite his “bad boy” outfit, Hoseok was the perfect gentlemen. He held the door open, offered to take your jacket, and pulled out your chair for you. Just like the other day at the dance studio, conversation with him was as easy as it had ever been. You felt completely relaxed, and despite your generally closed off ways, you were willing to be completely vulnerable. It was simple and easy and you didn’t have to think about anything.

Everything was going great until you left the restaurant to walk to the nearby movie theater. You were halfway there when you ran into the one person you would pay money to never have to speak to again: Jeon Jungkook, your high school crush.

You and Jungkook had been in the same friend group in high school and were actually fairly close. You had spent many a night helping his piss drunk ass home and sobering him up so his father wouldn’t get mad and beat him again. You grew closer as more and more of your friends either graduated or became self-righteous jerks and by the end of your junior year, you considered him to be your best friend.

But then something changed. Jungkook grew distant within a matter of weeks, only talking to you when absolutely necessary. You were left heartbroken and confused, but when you tried confront him on the matter, he left you with more questions, then he answered. You later learned that he had found out about your little crush on him and instead of handling it like a mature human being, he ditched you out of embarrassment for your “pitiful ass” (his words apparently).

“Oh hey.”

Hey. Those were the first word to you in ten years, after abandoning you when he was all you had left. You glared at him, hand tightening around Hoseok’s.

“Hey.”

Your voice was quiet. You didn’t know what Jungkook wanted, but that didn’t stop you from being terrified that he would say something to make Hoseok never want to talk to you again. You were so happy for the first time in your life, and here was the one person who might just ruin it for you.

“Who’s this?”

Hoseok looked back and forth between you, clearly confused.

“This is my..uh..ex-friend, Jungkook.”

“Now that’s no way to introduce your best friend from high school.”

You hated that he looked so happy. That he was confident. You had wanted the world to rip him apart for what he did to you, but instead it seemed to only have built him up more.

“What do you want Jungkook?”

Despite your attempts to control it, you were sure both men could here the anger laced in your tone.

“Gosh, Y/N, I was just trying to be nice.”

“Oh, now you’re being nice? Maybe you should’ve tried that a couple years ago.”

This seemed to tick Jungkook off, his brows furrowing and his lips curling in a spiteful frown.

“Well sorry I didn’t want your pathetic ass trailing around behind me like a lost puppy.”

He turned to Hoseok.

“Let me give you some advice man, get out while you still can. She’s just an attention seeker and a clingy bitch. God, I can’t believe I was ever friends with you.”

Tears welled in your eyes, and before Hoseok can say anything in response, you were bolting down the street in the direction of your home, not looking behind you once.

Over the next few weeks you ignore Hoseok’s calls and texts, too embarrassed to talk to him. Over the course of the next month, you flirt with Taehyung and he ends up asking you out. You agree. He was much more confident than Hoseok and even though you didn’t feel the same relief as you did when Hobi was around, you thought that maybe getting out into the dating world would help fill up the hole that had gotten worse since you stopped hanging out with Hoseok.

Taehyung picked you up at your apartment before driving you to mini-golf. Like Hoseok, he was a perfect gentleman and the conversation was easy, but you didn’t feel the connection you had before. After letting you beat him (even though he denied it ferociously), he took you to a quiet cafe near your home. You were talking quietly about various teaching methods when you saw him.

Hoseok look tired and distraught as he dodged the barista’s attempts to flirt with him. You tried to focus on your conversation, but your eyes kept wandering back to where he was standing, waiting for his coffee. He hadn’t seemed to notice you yet and it was a fact you were thankful for. Despite the fact that you weren’t interested in Taehyung romantically, you didn’t need yet another date ruined by a ghost from your past. However, you’re luck seemed to runout when his eyes glanced over you. You could see the exact moment he understood what he was looking at.

A look of determination came over him as he grabbed his drink before beelining straight towards your table.

“Why the fuck are you ignoring me?”

You flinched at his sudden harsh words and you would’ve paid a million dollars to get swallowed up by a giant hole right then and there. Tae looked at you, obviously confused. You gulped audibly before opening your mouth.

“Hi, Hoseok.” You heard your voice shake and your will to live shrunk even smaller.

“Just answer my goddamn question, Y/N.”

You looked apologetically at Taehyung, “Can you excuse us for a moment?”

He nods, still confused.

You grabbed Hoseok’s hand and drag him outside of the coffee shop before turning to really look at him for the first time since your date. You could now clearly see how unwell he was. His lips were chapped and the dark circles under his eyes made him look almost dead. Edward looked more alive than him.

“Well?”

His voice wasn’t annoyed, just exasperated.

“I’m sorry.”

You looked up at him from under your eyelashes.

“That’s it?”

“No. I am really sorry. I shouldn’t have ignored you, I was just embarrassed. Jungkook, the guy we ran into, I used to have a thing for him and he found out and he thought I was pathetic because of it so he stopped hanging out with me. I just didn’t want you to think about me the same way he did. I..I really like you, Hoseok and I didn’t want you to hurt me like he had.”

Hoseok stared at you blankly and you felt the butterflies in your stomach begin to swarm with anxiety.

“Please say something.”

He looked at you in the eyes and you see his facial features begin to soften.

“I would never think of you as pathetic, Y/N. I’m sorry if I ever made it seem like it was even possible for me to think that. I really like you too, if you haven’t noticed and I haven’t felt this way about someone for a really long time. I just thought I had screwed up somehow, which, admittedly wouldn’t have been the first time. I just…”

You cut off his rambling by attaching your lips to his. He stood frozen in shock for a few moments before his brain registers what’s happening. He then begins to his move his mouth against yours. You felt a wave of warmth wash over you and your entire body relaxed into him. You don’t notice the heat at first, you are so consumed by the feeling of Hoseok’s lips on yours. The light is what drew your attention away from his mouth and to your arms, both of which were on fire.

You draw back in a panic, a yelp released from your mouth.

“Oh my god.”

You had set Hoseok on fire. You knew your powers would be a burden, but you had never imagined something like this would ever happen. By now, of course, Hoseok had noticed the flames too and was also in a state of panic.

“Oh shit. Oh my god, I set you on fire. Fuck, fuck fuck.”

“Wait, what?”

You pulled back.

“You set me on fire?”

Hoseok looked at you confused. It then came to both of your realisation that neither of you were screaming in pain, as one who was on fire would.

“Wait, can you…?” You looked up at Hoseok with bright eyes, “Can you light things on fire?”

Hoseok nodded slowly like he was afraid for the truth to come out. He looked down at the ground almost embarrassed.

“I can too.”

At that, his head snapped up and looked you straight in the eye.

“You’re lying.” His voice was rough, but you could hear a glimmer of hope in his undertone.

“I’m not. See.”

You lifted your hand and produced a small flame from your palm. As if in a trance, Hoseok’s own hand came out to brush the tip of the fire. When he deemed it harmless, he grasped your hand in his own and pulled you in for a hug.

“I’m not alone,” he whispers shakely.

His arms were tight around you and you once again were overwhelmed with feelings of comfort and belonging. After a long minute, he pulled away again, eyes glassy and lips curved into a shaky smile.

“Look, Y/N, I know that we haven’t known each other that long, but for the first time in my entire life, I feel like I belong somewhere and that somewhere is with you. So would you be willing to do me the honor of being my girlfriend?”

You looked up at him, eyes wide and heart open before nodding as tears began to trickle down your cheeks.

“Yes, Hoseok, I would love to.”

With that he pulled you in for a kiss, this one a bit more reckless and messy. You got caught up in how safe his arms felt and how euphoric your entire being was just because his lips were on yours. You never wanted the moment to end.

Eventually you pulled back when someone clears their throat. You find Taehyung standing outside the cafe door, looking a bit awkward.

“Uh, I’m gonna head out.”

“Oh god, Taehyung, I’m so sorry. This isn’t anything against you, I swear. You’re a really great guy-”

“It’s fine. Seriously. Look, I think your cute and I would have loved to date you, but just from looking at the two of you together, I can tell that he’s the one you should be with.”

A small smile graces your mouth at the comment.

“Thanks for being so understanding. I’m sure you’ll find the perfect girl out there somewhere.”

“Thanks. Have a great night, Y/N.”

“You too, Tae.”

With that he walks away, leaving you to sink into your new boyfriend’s arms.

You had never believed in fairytales and had a general distaste toward rom-coms. With your life being so bitter and lonely, you found it hard to believe anything close to the semblance of true love could be real. Hoseok completely flipped your world view. With him, everything was easier, lighter. If you were having troubles with work, he would be there to rant to and then take you to get a cup of coffee.

You had discussed your powers and found your experiences to remarkably similar: you both set things on fire at a young age, before gradually gaining control of it. You both had also experienced the missing feeling in your soul which had only grown with time, but most importantly, you both knew that that hole was gone as long as you were with each other.

Despite his disclaimer of not having a girlfriend since his junior year of high school, Hoseok went above and beyond in your relationship in ways that made you feel like you might be an inadequate girlfriend. The dates he planned were always fun and interesting but he also had an interesting knack for knowing when you just needed to stay in for the evening and watch movies while cuddling.

Somewhere along the line, the question of sex came in. You had barely kissed anyone before Hoseok, much less ever had sex and you were very embarrassed to admit this to him. He, however, was very understanding, and was willing to wait as long as you wanted.

“Don’t get me wrong,” he had said, “I would love to fuck you into high heavens right now, but I know that losing your virginity is scary and I don’t want you to feel any pressure whatsoever.”

You had felt much better after that and neither of you had touched the subject since. Before you knew it, you had almost been dating for a year. Your life had become the life you could only have dreamed of twelve months ago. Even Namjoon had mentioned how much happier you seemed.

You had gotten to know Hoseok’s friends as well and you often hung out as a group. You had grown especially close to Jimin, who was constantly trying to woo Hoseok’s other close friend, Yoongi.

“I just don’t understand,” he would complain to you, “I know he likes me, so why does he give me the cold shoulder all the time. We literally slept together. He had his dick inside me for fucks sake!”

“Maybe he’s just scared of commitment.”

“Scared of commitment my ass, what more could you need when you have my peach butt on demand 24/7.”

For your one year anniversary, Hoseok planned a picnic on the beach. You ate chinese takeout since neither of you could cook for shit and talked while watching the sun set over the ocean. After eating, you strolled along together, barefoot in the sand, hand in hand. You would playfully splash him with your foot and he would threaten to throw you into the chilly water. Your conversation was careless and free and your heart felt light. You wouldn’t have changed a thing, even for a million dollars. Eventually he stopped walking and pulled you to face him.

You looked up at him and giggled, but your smile dropped when you saw how serious he looked.

“What’s up?”

You felt your stomach sinking.

“I just wanted to take a moment to say how much you mean to me, Y/N. Before I met you, I didn’t even realise how shitty my life was. It was all grey and boring and sure there were times where I was happy but for the most part I was lonely and tired. And then you came in and you lit the entire thing up. The past year with you has by far been the best in my entire life. I feel so happy and free and like there isn’t a thing in the world that could change that. I love you, Y/N. I love you so fucking much and I just wanted you to know that.”

You felt the tears as they poured down your cheek. You were breathless, barely able to comprehend what he was saying.

“I love you too, Jung Hoseok.”

With that, he pulled you in for a kiss, his hands grasping your cheeks. His kissed you with such a ferocity that it felt like he was trying to transfer his soul into you. You were faintly aware of the fact that you were in public and that your bodies were probably catching on fire from the intensity, but you couldn’t find yourself to care. You just wanted to be consumed by Jung Hoseok.

You pulled away first when your lungs began to burn from the lack of air. Hoseok looked down with you and you would have to be blind not to see the pure adoration that filled his eyes.

“I have one more thing to ask.”

“Anything.”

“Will you move in with me?”

You don’t even think before nodding. And then you are kissing again. That’s when you realise you want him. All of him. You loved him and he loved you and there was no one else on the planet you would ever want to be with.

“Hoseok...I want to do it. Tonight.”

His gaze felt intense as his brown eyes met yours.

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel bad about it.”

“We’ve been together for a year and I love you so fucking much Jung Hoseok. There’s no one else in the entire world I would rather do it with.”

Once he realized that you were really serious about having sex with him, his entire demeanor changed. His eyes darkened and you giggled as he grabbed your hand dragging you back to the car.

“Eager much?”

“Look, I love you, but I haven’t had sex in like a year and a half. Forgive me if I am a bit excited to finally fuck the love of my life.”

You giggled again.

Despite his eagerness before, Hoseok insisted on taking it slow. Instead of pushing you up against the wall as soon as he closed the door like you had wished, he made you sit on the couch while he “got ready”. You let him, wondering what in the world he would possibly need to change in order to have sex. Maybe he was cleaning his dick. You giggled at the thought.

However, all traces of humor were erased when Hoseok guided you by the waist to his bedroom, only for you to find the room lit up with candle light.

“Sorry that there aren’t any rose petals, but I didn’t exactly have any forewarning so I hope this works.”

“Hoseok, this is perfect. You’re perfect. I love you so much.”

With that, his lips are once again on yours and you’re being pushed back until your legs hit the bed and you fell backwards onto the plush mattress. Hoseok’s hand found your breast and he softly groped it, enticing a soft sigh from you. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. Lewd smacking noises fill the room. Yearning to be closer to Hoseok’s solid body you wrapped your arms tight around his neck, and pulled him as close to you as possible.

Hoseok’s hand moved from your tit, and traveled to the hem of your sundress, where he began to draw small, teasing circles. You arched your back into him, a small moan slipping out of your mouth. His erection is pressed against your thigh, and you feel a small bubble of pride swell up in you. You had spent so much of your life doubting how you look and how you act, but here you were with a man who found you overwhelmingly attractive and on top of it, loved you with the depths of his soul.

You soon pulled away from the soft comforts of his mouth, only to tug at the hem his t-shirt before he gets the hint and removes the offensive fabric. You had seen Hoseok shirtless many times before, when he was swimming or dancing or during one of your many make-out sessions, but his broad shoulders and tight abs never failed to make you clench your thighs to together.

Hoseok noticed your stare and chuckled.

“As much as I appreciate you appreciating me, I think it’s only fair that you remove a little something too, princess.”

You felt your core tighten at the pet name, and you found yourself eagerly shrugging the dress over your head before you threw it off the bed to join Hoseok’s shirt. Your simple lace bralette and lavender cotton underwear weren’t exactly the sexiest lingerie one could wear, but the dark look in Hoseok’s eyes could have fooled you.

Then he was crawling back over you, lips attached to the side of your neck as he helplessly rutted down on your thigh. Your threw your head back in a moan when he bit down on a particular sensitive spot near the juncture of your neck and shoulder. Expletives fell from your lips as pleasure clouded your mind and you felt the wetness in your panties soak through the flimsy material.

One of Hoseok’s callused hands managed to make its way down your side before it resumed its place on the inside of your thigh. This time he moved them slowly upwards until you could swear you could feel the heat of his fingertips through your underwear. He lightly pressed on your clit, testing the waters before your soft gasp led him to add more pressure, rubbing in gentle circles. You whined at the motion, the unfamiliar feeling of someone else touching you there sent you into a heated frenzy.

“Fuck, princess, you’re so wet. Is this all for me?”

The low timbre of Hoseok’s voice rendered you speechless and you could only whine in response. He pushed the cotton aside before he continued his previous motions. The direct contact almost felt too much, your nerve endings on fire. Your fingernails dug into the bare skin of Hoseok’s back and he let out a low growl in response. He removed his fingers from your core, leaving you a whimpering mess in his wake. His fingers found their way to the clasp of your bra before swiftly undoing it. The moment the garment left your body, insecurity flowed through you. You resisted the urge to cover up your exposed chest with your arms. Hoseok seemed to notice the doubt in your eyes and in response, smiled down at you.

“It’s okay, princess. You’re fucking perfect. There’s nothing you need to worry about.”

His words soothed you and you relaxed as his palm slowly grazed against the side of your breast. You felt his lips slowly kiss down your chest before wrapping around your nipple. The sensation was completely foreign to you and your brain completely blanked as his warm tongue delivered soft licks. His fingers came to pinch the other nipple and you let out a high pitched moan in surprise.

He soon abandoned you breasts in favor of kissing down your abdomen. Your skin tingle and his touch only served to further electrify you. Upon reaching the hem of your panties, he kissed around the edge of the band before he grasped it with his teeth. Your lustful gaze followed him as he drug the fabric down your legs at an infuriating pace. Once the underwear had joined the ever growing pile of clothes, his lips attached themselves to the inside of your thighs, leaving small, deliberate bites that you were sure would become purple marks by morning. He moved himself to comfortably sit between your legs before glancing up at you with dark eyes.

“Is this okay? I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

You whine.

“Yes, it’s fine, just please touch me.”

Permission granted, he dove in, taking a tentative lick, before the soft lips that you loved so much wrapped around your clit. He moaned at the taste and you threw your head back, unable to comprehend how you got so lucky as to have this beautiful man, laying before you, eating you out like there wasn’t a finer meal in the world.

“Princess, you taste like honey. I can’t believe you’ve been keeping this from me all these months.”

Words failed you and you responded by clenching your thighs around his head, trying to bring him closer to you. Your eyes shot open when you felt the tip of his finger gently prod at your entrance, before he slowly slipped inside. You looked down to find him gazing at you intently, trying to gage your reaction. You gave a small nod of encouragement before leaning back into the pillow. Hoseok’s finger grazed your walls just the right way and you began to feel the start of a knot forming in your lower belly.

When he deemed you ready, he slipped in a second finger to join the first and this time the stretch was a bit more painful. Once you adjusted, pleasure sang through your body and the knot began to tighten.

“Hoseok,” you eked out, “I think I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah, baby? Well then go ahead, let it go.”

It took only a couple more well aimed thrusts of his fingers, before your core tightened around him and white hot euphoria blinded you. If you were anymore coherent, you might have been worried about his neighbors hearing your scream, but your mind is instead a foggy mess and the only thing you could think about is how much you want him inside your pussy.

After you recovered, you dragged Hoseok up to meet his lips with your own, while your hands traveled down to his belt, quickly undoing the buckle. You reached your hand into his boxers to give him a few encouraging strokes, to find him nearly fully hard. He eagerly pushed down his tight jeans and taking his underwear off with them.

“Are you one hundred percent sure about this?”

“A thousand.”

With that, he reached up to grab a condom from his bedside drawer and quickly rolled it on. You felt him line up with you and you began to feel a little nervous. Would it hurt? How much and for how long? Hoseok catched your apprehension, and reached up to gently caress your cheek.

“Hey, it’s okay love. I’ll go slow and if it hurts just let me know. It’s all about communication.”

You nodded, your nerves calmed a little. True to his word, he pushed in slowly. The stretch was indeed painful and you winced slightly at the sting. Hoseok’s hand never left your cheek, wiping away the couple tears that fell. Once he was fully seated inside you, he stopped.

“Let me know when I can move. Take all the time in the world.”

“Okay.”

He leaned down to kiss you and you stay like that for a few minutes: his lips on yours, his cock connecting you in the most intimate way possible. There was a magical feeling to it, like all the stars in the heavens had aligned in just the right way. Everything felt perfect and you never wanted to leave his bed ever again.

Eventually, the painful stretch turned into a dull burn and you gave him the go ahead to move. He started slowly, thrusts steady and strong. You let out little moans as the rest of the ache fades into a delicious pleasure. The feeling seems to be catching up to Hoseok too, because he began to lose his rhythm, releasing little groans along the way.

“Fuck, princess, you feel so good. I never wanna leave your pussy, baby.”

“Hoseok, shit, keep going. Faster, baby, faster.”

He heeded your demand and his thrusts speed up, leaving you a mess underneath him. All you could do was moan, nails digging into his back. Your feet locked around his waist in an a desperate attempt to pull him closer to you. Your cries were getting louder and his grunts had turned into moans. The knot once again began to form in your abdomen.

“Fuck, Hoseok, I’m gonna cum soon.”

“Me too, princess, me too. Fuck, you feel so good.”

Neither of you noticed the fire beginning to burn, too caught up in your embrace. It started in your hands and moved up your arms and to your chest. The heat from the flames only fueled your pleasure, your sea of euphoria drawing back to form the tsunami that is your approaching orgasm. Hoseok’s thrusts began to stutter, balls tightening, moans reaching their peak crescendo.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Come with me, princess. Fuck, I’m gonna, I’m gonna…”

With that your both reach your peak, your pussy clamped down on him while he filled the condom. The flames intensified, as if your climax was their own personal brand of fuel. The euphoria that washed through both of your minds is so intense that you can’t even remember your own names. As the waves begin to calm, all you can think of is Hoseok before your mind faded to black.

You blink awake only to be greeted with harsh white light. You couldn’t remember much, other than passing out after having the best orgasm of your life. You quickly come to the realization that you are no longer in Hoseok’s bed or even his apartment. Instead, you are sitting in a plush chair, that is not entirely unlike a throne. The floral sundress you were wearing at the beach is replaced with what you can only describe as the most luxurious sheet you have ever felt forming a makeshift toga of sorts.

What the hell? you think.

As your eyes finally adjust more fully to light, you find that Hoseok is sitting next you in a chair and donning a toga similar to your own. The chairs are placed at a grand marble table which is in the center of grand marble room. The roof seems to be made of glass and behind it, the source of the blinding light shines through. Across from you sits a being, who seems not to ascribe to gender but rather transcends it to become (objectively) the most beautiful human being you have ever seen.

Hobi is the first to speak, as you are too lost to form words.

“Where the fuck are we?”

The being across from you chuckles at his question, mouth opening to show glowing white teeth.

“Ah, such harsh words. I forget how crass the human mind is. You are in what I like to call a transitional space.”

“A what?”

This time it is you who asks the question.

“A transitional space.”

“Transition between what?”

Despite your question, you’re beginning to feel a sinking feeling in your stomach.

“Between this life and the next. This room exists only for us to talk and once you leave, it will never exist again.”

“Wait, go back. What were you saying about our lives?”

Judging by the look on his face, Hoseok is slowly coming to the same conclusion that you have.

“You, my loves, are dead. During the final moments of your consummation of your love, the fire that burned quietly in your soul for the duration of your life finally consumed you and left you as nothing but ashes on white sheets.”

And there it was. You were dead. You had no idea why and you had no idea who this person or thing was, but something told you that this was part of something much bigger than you would’ve ever imagined.

“And who are you?”

Hoseok looks surprisingly resigned. During the course of your relationship, you had noticed that Hoseok didn’t take well to drastic change, yet here in this room, facing the most drastic change of all, he didn’t even bother to frown.

“I am Fatum, better know to you English speakers as Fate. And you are my children.”

Both of your eyes go wide. Fate looks calmly back at you and you become faintly aware that their irises slowly change color like the colorful LED lights on Hoseok’s car stereo.

“You and your deaths are part of a saga that has been drawn out over many eons. Once long ago, I had a lover, Ordo. They were my single purpose in life, the focus of all my energy. But sadly, good things rarely last forever in this universe, and they ended up betraying me. I had no choice but to destroy them. Instead of getting rid of them completely, I took their soul, combined it with a part of mine and split it in two. Those two new souls are you.

“You became my pride and joy and slowly the pain I felt about Ordo’s loss was replaced with my abundance of love for you. In fact, I became so attached to you that I made it impossible for your souls to ever be destroyed, even by me. But then you grew older. You became wary of me and began to act out. In the end, you followed in Ordo’s footsteps betraying me and my work for the good of the universe.

“This time, however, I could not destroy you like I had with Ordo. My blind adoration for you prevented that and so I cursed you instead. For the past several eons, you have been cast onto Earth in the form of humans. Since you are technically the same soul split into two bodies, separation for long periods of time is quite emotionally draining. Lucky for you, I cursed you so that you would eventually find each other and in the presence of your other half, find the most euphoric happiness ever known.”

“Excuse me if I don’t understand how that would be considered a curse?”

Fatum turns to face you and you shiver as his eyes seem to bore through your soul, the very one he supposedly created.

“Well, you see my love, your happiness has a...let’s call it an expiration date. Humans, the silly things, always seem to succumb to intercourse when they discover who they believe to be the love of their lives. You two are certainly no exception. Your curse comes in the form of death during the...uh...climax of your first time together. You then come back here to meet me, where I have explained this story to you a thousand times over.”

“And then what?”

“And then, Hoseok, I send you back to Earth to reborn yet again as another human only to live out the same fate.”

Fatum chuckles at their own joke.

“What about the fire?”

“The fire, my dear, is the only part of your former form that you retain. Before taking the form of an infinite number of humans, you were what you people call phoenixes. Your fire resides in your soul, which you know I cannot touch. In fact, that is where I got the inspiration for your curse. You know, the whole bursting into flames before being reborn schtick.”

“Yeah, yeah, we know. What now?”

Hoseok seemed to be getting impatient with Fatum’s long story. He wasn’t good at sitting still for long periods of time and you had been sitting here for, well, you didn’t exactly know, time was somewhat elusive in this interdimensional space, but it seemed like very long.

“You get reborn obviously.”

The smile Fatum offered looked like an attempt offer a kind reprieve to the crazy story that had been forced down your throat, but it came off as chilling and a shiver was sent down your spine as a result. And then the world faded to black once more.

The fall air was chilly and you were forever grateful for warmed air of the local cafe. It was mid-October and the weather had just begun to cool off from the intense heat leftover from summer, but the mornings were just nippy enough to make you reach for an extra jacket and scarf.

Despite being seven-thirty on a Saturday morning, there was still a bit of line, and you distracted yourself by looking around the quiet cafe you had come to love. Now in your second year of college, you found that the atmosphere provided the peace you needed to study, unlike the library near your dorm. Despite strict rules to keep the noise down, there was always someone breaking them.

You finally made it to the front of the line, only to be greeted by an unfamiliar face. You frequented the place enough to know all the staff, yet before you stood a boyishly, handsome man with the brightest smile you had ever scene. Something about him struck you as familiar, but you brushed off the feeling, dismissing it as your intuition going crazy from lack of sleep.

“Hi,” he greeted you, “I’m Hoseok, what can I get for ya?”

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this. Please feel free to leave feedback. My inbox is always open to anyone. If you would like to help me determine where I head from here in terms of writing, here's a link to a survey. Thanks for reading.

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bazypitchandsimonsnow · 6 years

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Straight Boy

Part 4: love

Rated: M

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 1739

Chapter: 4/4 [All chapters]

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AN: Prepare for pure tooth rotting fluff :)

Tagging: @jeansjeansjeansjeans

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“Tyrannus.”

My eyes open slightly. It takes awhile to get my brain back online and realise Baz has said something. Neither Baz or I have spoken in at least an hour. He’s sitting upright in my bed while he reads, and he’s always laser focused on his books. I don’t mind. I’ve been happily wrapped around his side like a smitten boa constrictor. It’s one of the many things I’ve found I love doing with Baz.

I lift up my head a bit from Baz’s side. Baz is looking ahead, glasses on his head, book still open. His expression doesn’t show anything, which can actually show more when it comes to Baz.

“What?” I whisper, voice scratchy from disuse.

Baz closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “My first name, it’s Tyrannus.”

My brain is still in sleep-mode, so it takes me some extra time to process exactly what he’s saying. But slowly, a grin spreads across my face. I feel giddy, like I’m I’ve been given keys to an entire warehouse filled with scones. “Seriously?”

Baz nods slowly. His face is still neutral, but I can see his fingers nervously drumming on his book cover. “Yes.”

“Your full name is Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch?”

He sighs, head tilting back against the wall with his eyes closed. “Yes.”

I burst out into loud, snorty laughs. I laugh so hard my stomach hurts. I have to muffle the noise somewhat in his silk pyjama shirt. This is the most I’ve laughed at anything. Which is ridiculous but I can’t stop. Baz sighs again and strokes my hair.

“Get it out, Snow,” he says, both exasperated and amused. “Knew you’d appreciate this.”

“You really are, a gothic romance villain!” I sputter.

“Yup. I should be living in a decrepit castle with an unkindness of ravens, I know.”

I lift my head up as I wipe a laughing tear from my eye. “Where the hell did a name like that come from?”

Baz grunts, something I think he’s picked up from me. “It’s a Pitch family name. My mother insisted upon it. But no one calls me bloody Tyrannus, obviously.”

“Obviously.” I shimmy up his body, resting my chin on his bony shoulder with one leg still thrown over his. “Why are you telling me now?”

He puts his book down so he can wrap his strong arms around my torso. His smirk is unbelievably smug. “Have you ever heard of not looking a gift horse in the mouth, Snow?”

I roll my eyes. “Well, yeah. I’m just confused. I’ve been asking about your name on and off for months and you’ve always said no. So, why now?”

“Well,” Baz sighs, “I don’t like telling people my name because it’s ridiculous, but I knew you would thoroughly enjoy it. So I thought, ‘what’s a better six month anniversary present than making Snow laugh his beautiful arse off with my stupid name?’”

My brow pulls together. “What? It’s not-”

“Look at the clock, love.” He tilts his chin behind me. I twist around, and lo and behold, the clock reads 12:07 in glowing red numbers. It’s officially been our six month anniversary for seven minutes. I turn back to him with a huge smile and full heart.

“You sap,” I whisper. “And here I thought you were just going to make me breakfast.”

“Oh, I’m still doing that.” He dances his fingers up my back, bursts of sensation exploding across my skin. “I was thinking cherry pancakes and chocolate milk, because you are actually twelve.”

My stomach is grumbles instantly, and Baz snickers. Ugh, I adore him, but he’s such a bastard. I poke his shoulder with more force than necessary. “Keep talking like that and you won’t get your anniversary present.”

His face is unbelievably smug, lip quirked and thin eyebrow raised. “Oh? And that would be such a loss for me?”

I narrow my eyes. Oh he wants to be like that, huh? I smile and use one leg to grind down on his crotch, hard. Baz yelps and jolts like he’s touched an expose wire, clinging to me so hard I can feel his nails through my shirt. He glares at me with his razor sharp grey eyes, and I put on the biggest shit eating grin I can.

“Yes,” I purr, “you certainly would.”

“Bastard,” he grumbles.

“Aw, harsh words, Tyrannus.”

He groans, letting his loll back as he rubs the bridge of his nose. “I’m going to regret telling you, aren’t I?”

“Maybe. But...” I throw my legs over him, full on straddling his waist with arms draped across his shoulders. “I’m glad you did. Thanks for telling me.”

His face melts. I love when it does that. Every bit of muscle tension just fades away, replaced with simple calm happiness. He holds my waist, pressing us chest to chest. “You’re very much welcome, love. I’m happy to tell you anything.” Baz puts a strand of hair behind my ear and traces my jaw with one callused finger. That still makes me shudder. “I trust you, Simon.”

Damn. Six months later, and he still makes my heart melt into a goopy puddle. I smile as I lean down to kiss him. He kisses me back, and we fall into a familiar rhythm. His cool lips fit into mine like they were made for each other. My hands bury themselves in his soft hair. He runs those amazing callused violinist fingers across the small of my back. We know each other so well now, even better than before if that's possible. I tug on his hair just right to get him to moan into my mouth. And he reciprocates by digging his nails into my skin, pushing a gasp and shudder out of me. Fuck, I adore him, I’m crazy about him, shit, I-

“I love you,” I whisper against his mouth.

Baz’s whole body freezes up. He pulls away from my lips with a wet pop, head almost slamming against the headboard. His pupils are huge in his wide eyes. He’s holding on to my hips with a death grip. We’re both panting, our heavy breathing loud in the night quiet room. Fuck. He looks so freaked out. I’m absolutely panicking. My heart is beating like a rabbit’s. I look down at the mattress.

“S-Sorry,” I say quietly. “I didn’t chew my words. That was impulsive. It just slipped out. D-Don’t feel like you have to say it back. I-”

“Do you mean it?” His voice is small, like a hopeful child. I look up again. His eyes are still wide. And his swollen red lips are slightly parted. It’s unbelievably distracting, which I don’t really need to be right now. I gulp down the lump in my throat. I may say stuff impulsively, but I wouldn’t lie about this.

I meet his eyes and nod slowly. “Yeah, I do.”

Everything happens far too fast. Suddenly, I’m flipped over on my back and pressed into the bed by the most intense kiss of my life. It makes my head spin, my toes curl, and stars explode behind my eyes. Baz keeps one hand on my face and the other over my heart. This kiss is even more all consuming than the one at Hampshire those many months ago. I feel like I’m about the melt into the mattress and through the floor until I hit the core of the Earth. And I’d be fine with it, because I’d die by Baz kissing me.

He finally pulls away. It takes us both far too long to catch our breaths. Baz keeps our foreheads and noses touching. He runs his bony finger over my cheek again and again. Even that is too overwhelming to let me to speak.

“I love you,” Baz whispers. “I love you so much, Simon. God, I've loved you almost since we met.”

All the air instantly leaves my lungs. I pull him down for another world stopping kiss. Our mouths move fervently, my hands clinging to his hair, him gripping my face. It’s like we’re over eager teenagers snogging in the back of a car. And I love it. I love him, so fucking much.

We separate when the unfortunate need for oxygen takes over. Baz hugs me, crushing us together, smiling against my cheek. “I thought I’d say it first,” he whispers playfully.

I laugh and wrap my arms around his back. “Well, I’m just full of surprises.”

His breathy laugh hits my face. “That you are, love.” Baz kisses just under my ear. Affectionate sap. ”Happy anniversary, Snow.”

“Mm.” I squeeze him even tighter. “Happy anniversary, Tyrannus.”

“Arsehole,” he grumbles. “Why do I love you again?”

“Because I’m nice and cute and really good in bed.”

Baz makes a dismissive noise. “I’d say adequate at best.”

I pinch his ankle with my toes and attempt to knee his stomach, but I don’t have enough room. I just sort of tap it, which makes him chuckle. “Bastard!”

“You love me,” he purrs.

Damn, he’s right. I love this stupid, teasing arsehole. So I kiss him again. We snog and laugh, rolling around my bed like idiots. I don’t know what we’re doing. Just tumbling and trying to grope every part of each other we can, it seems. Whatever. I’m having fun, with the man I love. Bloody Hell, I’m going to love calling him that.

There’s a banging on the other side of the wall, making Baz and I separate.

“Would you two keep it down?!” Penny’s voice is muffled, but I know she’s shouting. “It’s the middle of the night, you horny arseholes!”

“Give us a break, Pen!” I shout back. “It’s our six month anniversary and we’re in love!”

“Good for you! Shut up!”

Baz and I giggle together, still completely wrapped up in each other. He shimmies down and tucks his head under my chin, arms wrapping snug around me. He likes doing that, even though I’m shorter. He likes being close to me too.

“I love you,” he whispers against my chest.

I hold him tighter and nuzzle against his soft hair. I may have taken a strange journey of introspection and heteronormativity to end up here, but it was worth it. To be with Baz. Incredible, kind, gorgeous Baz. I’m so glad I met him. I’m so glad I fell in love with him.

“I love you, too.”

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AN: So I finished this fic, then realised the whole "Baz's first name" was never resolved. I couldn't think of any way to integrate it in naturally, so here's this. Also wanted them admitting their love for each other. Baz and Simon deserve to confess their love in any universe! Thank you for all so much for your kudos, likes, comments, and reblogs. They mean the world to me. You guys always make me smile :)

So I've got a couple more requests to get through, but I'm also working on my big bang, so idk if I'll finish them/post anything new before January. But I'll always been reblogging snowbaz shit on here, so stick around for that haha. Thank you all again. Hope you enjoyed this ridiculous fic! :D

#carry on #snowbaz #simon snow #baz pitch #penelope bunce #university #no magic #human baz #oblivious simon #fluff #straight boy #mysnowbazfanfic

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spacechip707 · 6 years

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could we get more flustered Saeyoung (if you have the time?) you make him so cuteeeee

Thank you, anon! Pocky Day is today (11/11), so I really wanted to write something for it. Your request kind of inspired this, so thank you~ Hope you like it:)

Saeyoung pressed his back against the wall. A sliver of air slid down his exposed neck, sending shivers up his arm. Still, he didn’t dare move. He leaned to the side, straining his eyes to see any movement in the dark room. Shadows loomed inside the blackness, but they remained as statues. When he found nothing unusual, he released his bated breath and flicked on his flashlight. He padded across the floor barefoot until he reached the two large cabinets near the back.

“Bingo,” he muttered. He stuck the light between his teeth and began his raiding.

If his calculations were correct, he had fifteen minutes to find what he was looking for before…game over. But fate wasn’t so kind. He searched through every corner, every little compartment…but nothing. Just as he was ready to abandon his mission, the sound of footsteps echoed from beyond the door.

Saeyoung swore under his breath and clambered into the closest cabinet. He curled his knees to his chest, shut off the light, and swung the door closed with his foot. He clasped his hands together and prayed he wouldn’t be caught.

Once again, fate was unkind.

Light flooded the cramped space, and a figure hovered over him. Saeyoung buried his face in his hands, a whimper trembling past his lips. “Please don’t kill me.”

When there was no answer, he parted his fingers to witness what was most likely the last thing he would see before his untimely death. MC stood over him, hair mussed and eyes shadowed with sleep. Saeyoung breathed heavily, his racing heart slowing at the relief. While it would’ve been a wonderful last memory, she wasn’t a sign of his demise.

MC blinked several times before her gaze focused on him. “Saeyoung? What the heck are you doing in there?”

“I thought you were Saeran,” he said, his chest heaving in a forced chuckle. “I was hungry, and I’m sure he has a snack stash somewhere around here.”

“Snack? It’s way past midnight,” she pointed out, hand extended towards him. He took it reluctantly, knowing it might seal his fate to starve until morning.

“I know that. But I’m really hungry.” he returned. He slid out of the cabinet, though he remained on the floor. His stomach released a wailing grumble, and he winced in discomfort. “See?” he added.

MC crossed her arms and shifted her weight to one side. Her head tilted sideways, and her tongue darted out to lick her lips. Was she hiding something?

Saeyoung’s eyes widened, and he lifted a shaky finger. “You know where it is,” he breathed.

She jumped, a guilty squeak betraying the truth. “No, I don’t,” she said. “Just come to bed. I’ll make something good in the morning, I promise—“

She had turned towards the door, but before she could get far, Saeyoung flung himself at her feet. He grabbed her ankle, preventing her from passing the counter. “MC, tell me,” he begged. "Have mercy on your poor, starving lover! Just one snack!”

He added a few dramatic sobs for good measure. As if on cue, his stomach growled again, allowing him to clutch at it with a deplorable moan. With just ten seconds of his superb acting, she melted. Her shoulders shook in quiet laughter before she lowered herself to the ground next to him. “Fine,” she said. “Just this once—but you have to close your eyes!”

Saeyoung pushed out his bottom lip and furrowed his brows. “Hey…no secrets.”

She shrugged and made a move to stand. His hand jutted out on its own volition and anchored her in place. He lifted his arms in surrender before making a show of covering his eyes. She remained still for a few seconds after—probably to double check that he wasn’t cheating. Smart girl. But he was desperate for something to munch on, so he wasn’t going to jeopardize anything. Besides, he could hear her rummaging to his right.

“Okay, you can open,” she said. He removed his hands, and MC proudly held up a box of pocky. “He has at least ten of these, so he won’t notice one gone if we share, right?”

Saeyoung crawled forward, plopping himself in front of her. His eyes planted on the box, his tongue already anticipating the sweet treat. “Share?” he echoed. He raised a brow.

MC ducked her head sheepishly. She hugged her own rumbling stomach. “I didn’t wake up because of you, you know.”

Saeyoung couldn’t help himself when she started to pout. Combined with the kitten pajamas, mismatched socks, and horrendous bed head, she was absolutely adorable. His stomach fluttered, and he pressed his hands against either side of her face. “You are too cute,” he said, smushing her cheeks. “I’m glad you ended up as my partner in crime.”

She only smiled, offering him a stick of Pocky. He clasped it in his mouth and contentedly nibbled on the chocolate end. She pinched another stick between her fingers, following his example and biting into the candy-coated end. They ate together in silence for a little while longer, both more concentrated in fulfilling their craving than counting how many they were eating.

It was shortly after they started that MC grabbed the box and stared into its depths. Saeyoung was too tired to comment, so he tried snatching it in hopes of one last bite. She swatted his hand away and held the box behind her back.

“Hey,” he frowned, reaching over her only for her to lean back and keeping it out of reach.

“There’s only two left,” MC said, her words low and whispered as if she found it disgraceful.

Saeyoung shrugged, still waving for the snack. “So? One for the each of us.”

“No, Saeyoung,” she began, once again adopting that abashed gaze. “Why haven't we ever played the pocky game?”

At the mere mention of it, Saeyoung’s brain raised images of what tended to happen in that “game.” His focus wavered from her eyes, dipping towards her pink lips smudged with chocolate. His mind ventured a bit farther than intended as he was already hovering over her. He stumbled back to his original place, ears burning. “Gocky Pame?” He stammered.

MC giggled with a short nod. “It’s a crying shame we haven’t done this yet. What kind of couple are we?”

Before Saeyoung could gather his wits, she had already stuck one end of the pocky into her teeth. She raised a brow expectantly. He obliged, leaning forward despite his smoldering face. Considering how long they had been together, there should’ve been little reason for his racing heart. And yet, MC always had more control over that than he ever could in her presence.

His teeth gently nibbled at his end, barely making a centimetres difference between them. His eyes flitted upwards, falling on MC’s concentrated expression. She was careful in the way she progressed. It was as if she caressed the stick into breaking instead of actually biting on it. It was somehow befitting of her tender nature, he thought.

Of course, this observation led to another, and he found himself trailing her entire face. He thought familiarity would dampen the effect she had on him, but his heart still danced inside his chest at each tiny detail. The small beauty mark on her temple still stood out to him like a star in the night sky. The faint scar on her right cheek still beckoned to his fingers to trace its path. Everything about her beamed with the same luster buried inside of her soul, and he couldn’t ever get bored with its brightness.

Saeyoung got so lost in his thoughts, he forgot about the pocky completely. His mouth parted in a smile, and the biscuit cracked in the middle. MC started in response, her wide eyes darting to his. He blinked, realizing his mistake. “S-sorry!” he burst. “You were just so close, and I was looking at your face—I mean, not in a weird way. I just noticed—No, I was just thinking that you’re so…so…”

Beautiful. Radiant. Lovely. The words zoomed through his mind but never reached his tongue. He was glad for that. Who got sentimental over pocky?

He tugged at his collar, the heat in his face spreading to the rest of his body. He chomped the biscuit into his mouth, the sound of his hard swallow clamping his ears. Not daring to see her reaction, he fumbled with the box, retrieving the last piece. He stuck the plain end in his teeth and held it out, eyes nearly crossing to stare at the biscuit. MC faltered, her movements stilted as she clasped the other end.

Saeyoung paid attention this round, actually biting away at the stick. Thankfully, his awareness of her receded, and his nerves calmed enough to actually enjoy the game and the tingling anticipation as the stick grew smaller and smaller. Their noses were about to bump when he heard a snap.

He barely registered what had happened when a hand cupped his neck. He caught a flash of MC’s smiling face before her mouth captured his. His brain short-circuited, leaving him dumb and motionless until the taste of chocolate spread across his tongue and awakened his senses.

She kissed him much like she ate the pocky, he noted. Soft caresses and gentle nips. The same attributes that rendered him speechless were reflected in her tender touch. And just like the stick, he found himself bending under her influence—readily allowing himself to be consumed by her.

She smiled against him, her laugh colliding with his own in the small space between them. “You’re so…so...” She trailed off, her own list of unspoken adjectives gleaming in her eyes.

The proceeding silence let the incident settle in Saeyoung’s mind, and like a flood, embarrassment crashed down and engulfed him. He slapped a hand over his mouth. “MC!” He said, his voice squeaking to his chagrin. “That was unfair. I wasn’t ready!”

She gaped at him for a split second before another onset of giggles overtook her. “Cute,” she commented.

Saeyoung grumbled before reaching past her to the not-so-concealed bag in the open cabinet. He ripped open another box of pocky before sticking three in his mouth and leering towards her with a seductive wink. The laughter died abruptly on her lips, and an intensity filled her eyes.

“Got you,” he said, attempting a purr with three pocky dangling precariously from his tongue.

“Not that, Saeyoung,” MC grimaced. She lifted her gaze above him, and he swore a chill ran down his spine.

A gulp slid down his throat as the pieces clicked. He forgot. Twenty minutes were up. “Should I start running?” He rasped.

“Yes,” came Saeran’s gruff…irritated…very angry reply.

For once, Saeyoung didn’t need to be told twice.

#mystic messenger #saeyoung choi #saeyoung x mc #pocky day #mystic messenger fanfic #mystic messenger imagine #mystic messenger one-shot #mystic messenger fanfiction #fluff #Anonymous

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