#But this one? She gave him a bath mat and suddenly he's going on about privacy? It was so odd.

[awesometothe3rd]

#caroline in the city #richard karinsky #caroline duffy #carolineinthecityedit #caroline x richard #citc #As cute as this make up scene was the argument they had this episode was so dumb #I love Richard but I just couldn't get where he was coming from with this one #I understood the divorce paper argument. The not having money one & even the he's imagined her in different ways since he's an artist thing #But this one? She gave him a bath mat and suddenly he's going on about privacy? It was so odd. #They had him acting like she gave him embroidered pillows that said Caroline & Richard Forever on them or something. It's a black bath mat! #I thought it was gonna be explained like: having things from her around his place would be hard if they ever broke up at some point #That I would have understood because having reminders of an ex around can be rough. But this nonsense? #I'm sorry but a man clearly wrote this episode. #Thank you for coming to my ted talk lol. Rant over.

[butididntpourthewhiskeys]

CITYBOUND II

Ten fingers are digging deep into the tiles, so firmly that her wet fingertips are slowly turning white from the pressure. She can’t dare look up, her mind clearly lost in this moment. She’s physically here, but her mind has left this rainfall shower minutes ago. All she feels, is this ever growing sensation in her lower region, his huge finger prints on her curves, and the sound of his exhausted groans in her ear. Hot water is running down her back, her neck, wet strands of her own hair in her eyes. She lets her head fall back then, feels his hand moving up, grabbing her left breast in the most primal way he knows. And it does something to her. It pushes her a step further towards that tip of the mountain she’s climbing. 

“Fuck, baby…” is all she can hear now, besides the noise of hot water falling onto the marble floor of his shower. And then, suddenly, it happens. She feels herself letting go, moans loudly once and starts to see stars. But then, there’s another moan audible to her. A few cursed words and his hands squeezing her body as tight as humanly possible. She tries to breathe steadily again but it’s tougher than she expected. Her body is in a completly different state than usually when she showers. She feels her knees starting to shake. For a second, she even worries that she might pass out. But then, she can feel him pull away, help her turn around. His smile erasing all these anxious thoughts from a second ago. He smiles his widest smile, the water from the shower still running down his face, his nose, his mouth and his shoulders. His smile does something to her. With shaking hands, Taylor frees her forehead from her wet bangs and he appreciates it. He appreciates that he’s able to get closer to her now, holding her naked body securely in his arms, kissing her bare forehead. He lets go after a second, still smiling and kisses her lips gently. His kisses are so different than they were a few minutes ago. All the lust has died down, and instead he’s as gentle as he can be. She sighs exhaustedly into the wet kiss, her hands now wandering onto his neck. He’s so tall, yet so gentle. His hands firmly around her back, slowly making their way down her ass.

“I think we’re clean now.” he mumbles against her lips then, still grinning at her, right before stopping the water from running. She nods, appreciates him reaching for the towel just when she was about to get cold from the absence of the hot water she grew so accustomed to these past minutes. And she enjoys her princess treatment fully. Him wrapping the soft grey towel around her body, rubbing his hands over the fabric to warm her up. She still doesn’t speak, knows that she seems a bit quiet in this moment. But it’s been the mindblowing orgasm he gave her moments ago. Her brain is still slow. She’s still in a different universe than the one he is in. She’s impressed every time how physically and mentally active he is after sex, when all she wants to do is pass out on top of him and take a good nap. 

Taylor steps onto the bath mat laying right in front of the shower and starts to dry herself up. They both don’t speak much right now. Travis leaves the bathroom first, steps barefoot into his master bedroom. She can hear his steps on the carpet. Looking in the bathroom mirror, she starts massaging her wet hair with the soft towel. She knows that her curls will come out in all their glory today if she won’t be blowdrying them. But that’s okay. Today, it’s okay. 

“Here.” she hears him behind her. She turns around for a second, finds him standing in the door way fully naked. A view she’s gotten used to by now. He just places one of his KC shirts on the counter next to the sink. Right on top of his shirt, one of her fresh thongs neatly folded up. She looks at him with the towel still covering her body. She can’t help but smirk, looks from the thong back to him. 

“What?” he says, knows exactly why she looks this way. “I was doing laundry last week and found it in my laundry basket. So I washed it with my stuff.” 

“And.. then you folded it for me?” she asks, making Travis laugh quietly.

“Yes, and?” 

“Nothing.” she says, a little giggle escaping her mouth. 

“You’re weird.” he just says, leans in to steal her cheek a kiss and walks away, on a mission to find some clothes himself. She slowly lets the towel fall to the ground and gets dressed. She smiles to herself. It’s weird how normal this has become. Her underwear in his laundry basket. Off days in bed together. In nothing but his shirt. She looks up into the mirror again. Her wet curls are slowly starting to dry. His shirt fits like a dress on her. For a moment she stares into her own eyes. She knows where this is going. And she knows there’s no stopping it anymore. 

“Eggs or French Toast?” she can hear him yell from the hallway. She reaches for her hair brush in her little cosmectic bag, starts untangling her curly hair.

“French toast please.” she yells back and gets a shallow “Coming right up” from downstairs. 

___

In a pair of wool socks that are way too big on her, but which she has found in his sock drawer, Taylor makes her way downstairs. The smell coming from the kitchen automatically makes her smile. It’s been a while since she’s had someone make breakfast for her. It’s been a while since she wasn’t the one providing for another human being. 

As soon as she’s in the kitchen, he looks up from the pan, smiles at her. He’s wearing a pair of boxers, a Nike tee covering his torso. 

“Perfect timing as always” he says. Taylor doesn’t stop before him, just wraps her arms around his torso from behind, like a little panda. He giggles once, and she lets go of him as soon as she feels him transfer the french toast onto the plate next to him.

“Smells incredible.” she says, still can’t quite believe he’s just made her breakfast. 

“Go sit down, babe. I’ll get you a coffee as well.” 

She smiles, almost feels bad watching him do all the work. But he signals her to go sit down on the stool by the kitchen island. She slowly crawls onto one of the chairs, keeps on watching him prepare this meal. He grabs a bunch of rasperries, strawberries, bananas and blueberries and sprinkles them on top of the french toast. She really is impressed. To say the least. 

“Here you go.”

Travis stands right next to her, placing the plate in front of her. She just looks at the fruit next to the toast, realizes that the banana slices on the side are forming a smiley. Just when she wanted to say something to him is when he leans in to give her cheek the softest kiss she’s ever known. She feels emotional suddenly. This treatment is not something she’s used to. 

“Thank you so much.” she just says, feels his fingers in her back move gently. He still smiles at her, giving her back one last squeeze. And she hates to feel him let go right now. Travis just walks back to the kitchen, starts to prepare coffee for the two of them. 

“This looks incredible, Trav.” she says, slowly reaches for the fork he placed next to her plate. She steals one raspberry with her fork, watches him make some coffee. She can’t believe how he just spoils her, in his very own way, naturally. As if she hadn’t made it clear to him that she’s not ready for anything more than this. More than days in bed together. More than sex and laughs. Weekend trips to Kansas City when Eleanor is with her grandparents. Late night hotel rooms in New York City when he’s in town for work. She knows he forgave her slip up a few months ago. She knows he understood that being a single mom, and dating for the first time since Joe has been hard on her. She did expect him to eventually cave in after their fight, just so they could both indulge in their incredible sexual chemistry again. And they did. But what she didn’t expect is how kind he’s been. How gentle. How… loving. 

“Iced or hot?” 

She’s suddenly pulled out of her thoughts, looks at him standing in front of his expensive DeLonghi coffee machine. “Hot, please. Thanks.” Taylor watches him open the fridge again. He pulls out a can of Almond milk. She can’t believe it. 

“You got me almond milk?” 

“Of course I did.” he says, proudly, starts frothing some of the milk for her. She smiles at him from over here. He’s doing the most. He really is. After a few moments, Travis makes his way back to her, placing a mug full of hot coffee in front of her plate. He sits down next to her, and she gives him a questioning look. 

“Where’s your breakfast?” she asks him, but he doesn’t shrug. 

“I’m not hungry.” 

“Trav.” 

“No, I’m serious.” he laughs, “I never eat breakfast. Not sure why.. I just can’t get anything down before noon.” 

Taylor sits there, in front of her plate with a banana sliced smiley face and a fruity french toast in the middle of it. She can’t believe he just made her breakfast without eating anything himself.

“But.. you didn’t have to… to put in all this work to make me..” 

“It was no work.” he laughs, his hand already on her back again. She likes that this is his thing. Holding her in her back. She likes it a lot. 

“You’re my guest. Need to make sure you’re well fed.” 

She smiles at him, thankful. She places her hand on his cheek, right over his beard, gets closer to him and kisses him gently. 

“You’re so sweet.”

He smiles at her, a little more intrigued than before. He hasn’t experienced her like this before. She’s softer than she normally allows herself to be around him. Her voice all quiet all of the sudden. Her small fingers still on his cheek. 

“You deserve it.” he replies, the same tone of voice as her. She smiles at him again, lets go of his face and digs into the plate of goodness in front of her. He just sits next to her, watches her eat. It’s so mundane, but he loves every second of it. And he knows why that is. He knows he’s not just overstepped one of the boundaries she gave him. Instead, he overran any boundary she ever gave him. It’s not just sex to him anymore, and maybe it never has been. He feels himself falling for this woman with the messy curls in front of him. He’s falling for the way her little hands are always reaching for his, not just when having sex. He feels himself falling for the way she sounds in the morning, her voice full of sleep. He feels himself falling for the way she speaks about music, her job, her family, her passions. But mostly, he can feel himself become softer and softer around her. His heart is slowly opening up with every moment he spends with her. And he knows why that is. Because she’s pure sunshine and love. Not a single bad ounce about her. Sometimes, he’s convinced she feels the same, and then again he thinks that this, sex with no committments, might be the only thing he will ever get with her. But it would be enough. If he can just keep her in his life, it would be enough.

“And?” 

She smiles at him, munching her breakfast with a sparkle in her eyes. 

“Soooo good.” she mumbles, making him smile again. “Sure you don’t want to try?” she asks him, holding a fork of French toast in front of his face. He caves in, opens his mouth and tries some of the food he so eagerly prepared to impress her. Travis chews and nods.

“I definitely have outdone myself.” 

Taylor giggles quietly. 

“You have. It’s really good. You always say you can’t cook but your breakfast food cooking skills so far have been A+. Hands down.” 

“I’m glad.” he smiles, watches her finish her plate. 

“You know, Eleanor hates French toast. At least when I make it. But I’m convinced, she would eat yours.” she says then. For a minute, Travis looks at her a bit shocked but positively surprised. Ever since that night at the piercing studio, neither of the two had brought up Eleanor again. After all, he respects her decision to keep him away from her. It hurts him, if he’s being honest to himself. It really does. But he respects her motherly instincts. Even more surprising it is to him how casually she’s bringing her little girl up in their conversation right now. 

“Really?” he asks, careful not to say the wrong thing. “Is she not a sweet breakfast eater?” 

Taylor smiles at the thought of her little girl being the pickiest eater on this planet. It’s something she had to adjust to. That, she definitely has from her father. 

“She loves the super unhealthy stuff. Like.. give her a donut and she will eat it in no time. Eggs… sometimes. If we’re having a good day. But fruit? Forget it.” she says, laughing a little while picking on her plate. He smiles at her, nods. 

“I was the same way as a kid. My mom took me to the pediatrician at some point because all I would eat was white toast and sausages.” 

Taylor laughs at him, digs her fork into the last strawberry and holds the berry in front of his mouth. He opens up, thankfully chews the berry. 

“Your poor mom. Eleanor at least eats potatoes and broccoli, but… yeah. It’s difficult.” 

Travis doesn’t say anything, can’t stop smiling at her speak. He admires how thoughtful she is when it comes to Eleanor. He admires this side of her, being so caring for her little girl. 

“You’re a great mom.” 

She holds in for a moment. Doesn’t reply right away. For a moment, Travis fears he’s said the wrong thing. But she just finishes her plate, looks back at him one more time. 

“You don’t even know if I am a good mom.” 

“I do know.” he says, a bit more cocky on purpose. “I know because the way you fought me in that cab a few months ago? That’s a good mom. It was the right thing to do. You want to protect your little girl. I admire that a lot.” 

She feels a little uncomfortable suddenly. For the first time since sitting next to him this morning. She feels embarrassed thinking back to her losing her mind. She was so unfair to him. Cold. Just a horrible person. It means a lot that this is how he sees her. It really means a lot. 

“Thanks.” she whispers. Pushes the plate away. “And thanks again for breakfast.” 

He smiles, nods then. 

“Sure.” 

___

With her big headphones tugged over her bundled up hair, Taylor stares at the MacBook on her lap. She really thought being stuck in traffic since an hour already would mean she could get some more work done before she’s back home and spends the evening with mom duties. But of course, how could it be any different, her internet connection is horrible. There’s a bunch of email sitting right in her outbox. She just sighs. She takes her headphones off her head for a moment, presses a button in front of her. The black slider separating the backseat from the front of the SUV rolls down slowly. 

“Sorry, Brandon, do we know what is going on with this traffic? I’m supposed to pick up Eleanor in thirty minutes…” 

The man in the front seat doesn’t look to pleased either. The vehicle is stuck in standing traffic since half an hour already. There’s no police cars in sight, no indication yet of what may have caused this unusual traffic on the way from JFK back to the city on this Monday evening. 

“I’m not sure we’ll be in the city by then, unfortunately. We’re currently still about 45 minutes away.” 

Taylor sighs, then nods. She knows it’s not her driver’s fault. But this is why she hates driving home from the airport on a weekday evening during rush hour. Especially after the two days she’s just had. Hospital. Nashville. Her sick mother taking up all of her attention. Taylor sighs. She’s barely slept, and the last thing she needs is an anxious Eleanor because her mom didn’t pick her up on time. 

“Alright, thanks Brandon. Can you let me know if you find out what’s going on?” 

“Of course, miss. I will let you know what traffic control says.” 

“Thanks.” she sighs, rolls up the black slider again. She closes down her laptop, having given up hope that her emails will still make it out of her outbox. She grabs her phone, can see that she’s got messages from one guy, and one guy only. Travis. She smiles for a moment. For the first time in three days, actually. He sent her a selfie of himself in the make up chair backstage. She has to smile again. He surely is handsome. 

Getting ready for the interview. Miss you.

She holds her breath for a second. Everything inside of her is tingling. She knew it would eventually come this far. She knew it deep down the second she met him for the first time. Little ‘i miss yous’ that are being shared, happiness arising in her stomach as soon as she gets a text frok him. She knows that they’re slowly but surely becoming more than just bed buddies. He misses her. And she believes him. She does miss him too. 

Taylor hides her face behind her hands. She’s falling in love again. This dark, complicated, destructive thing that almost took everything she had, is coming back again. She stares out of the window. It’s slowly starting to rain. The car still not moving. 

Loving Joe was a drug that almost took her down, completely. And leaving him was like rehab. Moving to New York, cutting all invisible strings that still led to him was what saved her in the end. She promised herself so many times that never in her life would she ever let someone close enough to hurt her like he did. Taylor looks down at Travis and his kind smile on her screen. 

Here we go again. 

Taylor starts typing, deletes everything she just said, then looks outside again. She takes a deep breath. Then hits send. 

I miss you, too.

She swallows, locks her iphone immediately. She had to say it. She had to not let her self-destructive tendancies get in the way of being honest with herself, with this kind man who’s done nothing but bring sunshine into her life these past months. 

___

“What do you say, shall we grab a drink at the hotel bar after this? Or do you want to hit up the bar next door?” 

Travis grins at his friend, the low lighting in this restaurant setting the mood. It’s loud in here. It’s busy. And dark. The kind of darkness that really indicates to everyone here, that this restaurant in the heart of the West Village, really isn’t the ordinary French restaurant as so many in this neighbourhood. The lighting sets the mood, but it also has a function. The function to give high profile celebrities a false sense of security to remain unseen. To be able to dine out in the city, without getting stared at and people taking pictures of them stuffing their faces with food. Travis knows what he’s talking about. He used to think his own celebrity was rough at times. But ever since he’s known Taylor, he understands that he never had anything to complain about.

“Ross, man.” Travis says, a smile in his face, but definitely a tired one. “Dude, I appreciate you being a good sport and making the most of these two days in the city but we need to get up early tomorrow morning to jump on a flight and I have to go to practice as soon as I arrive in KC. I’m sorry to say it but your boy needs his sleep. I’m not in my twenties no more.” he says, and Ross sighs. 

“Neither are you, by the way.” he adds, laughing at his friend before taking a last sip of his drink. 

Ross just shakes his head, pretending to be disappointed. Truth is, the old Travis would have hit the clubs in the city right in this moment. The old Travis would have completely destroyed himself tonight, disregarding any type of responsibilities that his job and lifestyle as an athlete bring with it. And he’s proud of the man sitting in front of him. He’s proud that his friend seems to really have learned in these past year what it means to take care of yourself. What it means to choose wisely. He will never not be inspired by Travis.

“Alright, thanks grandpa.” he says, but the smile on his face tells Travis he’s all in with the idea of getting some good sleep and calling it a night. Travis signals the waiter that he wants to get the bill. Just in that moment, his phone screen lights up. So bright in this darkened restaurant that not just Travis but also Ross immediately see on the buzzing iPhone screen who’s calling him. Ross smiles immediately, already pats his friend’s shoulder over the table. 

“Wow, looks like you might not get any sleep tonight after all, huh?” 

Travis just laughs, shakes his head immediately. Truth is, he’s happy to hear from her. He’s happy to answer this call right now, right in this minute, just to hear her voice. He doesn’t expect her to offer him to meet up later tonight. She made it clear to him that she will spend the evening with her child at home. And he respects that decision. More than that. She’s an excellent mother. And he can only imagine how difficult it must be to balance work commitments while being a single parent. 

Just when Travis picks up, and holds his phone close to his ear, is when he realizes quickly that she’s not half as happy as he expected her to be. It’s quite the opposite. Her little “Trav” causes him to worry immediately. His face gesture changes, and Ross notices. He signals his friend that he will step outside of the restaurant for a minute. It really is way too loud for them to have a private conversation right now. As soon as the big man opens the main door and steps outside is when he realizes how cold it really is. He’s just wearing a black t-shirt. Of course the New York winter wind would hit him hard. But that’s not what matters to him right now. What matters to him is that it’s quiet. That he can now hear her clearly. 

“Hey, Tay.” he says, and hears her sniffling. Immediately, his pulse rises. Something happened. He just knows. 

“Trav, I’m so sorry but.. can you talk right now for a bit?” 

Travis swallows. He feels goosebumps build all over his body. But this time, it’s not from the cold. 

“Of course, what is it? What happened?” 

He can hear her hestitate. And he hates every second of it. 

“I just.. I don’t even know why I’m calling you.” 

He can hear it clearly now. She’s crying. Almost sobbing. His stomach aches suddenly. He’s never heard her cry. And it’s a horrible feeling.

“Hey, what is it? I’m always here for you, you know that.” 

He can hear her take a shaky breath at the end of the phone line. 

“I’ve just had the worst two days with my mom at the hospital. She’s had her last procedure and the side effects were.. just so bad. It’s so horrible seeing your mom be too sick to speak with you. And.. and instead of just being home with my child right now, I’m stuck in traffic since almost an hour. Eleanor is at her friend Gracies’ house. She.. she just met this little girl at Kindergarten the other day. She barely knows her. Blake dropped her off this morning and I was supposed to pick her up an hour ago. But I’m in traffic, Blake is in LA now, I can’t reach Ashley or Zoe. My dad is in Florida and Austin is in Chicago. No one fucking pics up their phones these days. And… and on top of all that, Gracies mother just called me that Eleanor seems to have a fever again and when I talked to her she was almost crying, and…”

Taylor stops for a moment, and he knows why. She’s overwhelmed. She’s in need of some help. And she turned to him. He can’t believe she turned to him. 

Travis opens his mouth, about to say what he knows could set off another bomb in her. But he’s bold tonight.

“I can pick her up for you. Get her home. Just give me the address and I…”

“Trav, that’s…” she hesitates for a second. “That’s very sweet but I don’t think that’s a good idea.” 

Travis remains quiet. He disagrees with her. He completely disagrees. 

“Why not? Tay, I..” He takes a deep breath into the cold evening air. “I care about you. I care about your daughter, who I’ve never even met. I’m… I’m good with kids. Great, I’d say. I want to help out. There’s nothing worse than being sick as a kid and not being home.” 

Taylor listens to him talk. She takes her time, closes her eyes and leans her head back. A single tear is streaming down her cheek. This could be the worst decision she’s ever made. It easily could be. 

“I know.” 

It’s quiet. Travis hears her shaky breath. 

“Hey.” he says then. He got her attention now. 

“You trust me, right?” 

“Of course I do.” she says, not even hesitating for a second and it calms him immensely. She takes another breath, then opens her mouth again. 

“Thanks, Travis. Thanks so much. I.. I would love if you can pick her up.” she murmurs, a tear still running down her cheek. He smiles. For a moment, he can just smile. Because in a weird way, he hasn’t felt this happy in a very very long time. 

“I just.. I just need you to pick her up, tuck her into bed and make sure she’s fine. I’m trying to get home as fast as I can, but…but it might take an hour or two even.” her voice breaks again. Travis can hear that clearly. 

“Tay, it’s absolutely fine. I literally just finished dinner. I can pick her up. Give me the address, you speak to her to explain who I am and then I’ll get her home and bring her to bed. Really, I..” he sighs into the cold evening air. He knows she’s worried. But worrying about him handling a toddler shouldn’t be one of the things she’s worried about right now. After all, he loves children. Spending time with his nieces has been changing his heart forever in these past years. It has just confirmed that all he wants in this lifetime is to be a father himself one day. He just wishes she could give him the trust she needs in this moment. 

“Okay.” she croaks, still sniffling a little bit.  

“Everything will be fine. I promise you. Tell your driver to leave the highway and take a different route. And until you’re in New York, I’ll be watching your baby girl. I promise.” 

Taylor nods, a tear stil running down her cheek. She knew that being a single mother would be a challenge. But it’s these moments where she realizes what she gave up when leaving London. A family home. A mother in law who would watch Eleanor a lot. Two uncles who would check on Eleanor as soon as she wasn’t able to. Joe was a bad partner in the end. A bad father even. But she was never alone. She knows she’s got friends now in the city. But no one was there for her tonight. No one was there for her baby, except for him, who just happens to be in New York for work. She swallows. A tough realization that really hurts. 

“Thanks Trav. I will text you the address and call Gracie’s mom to speak to Eleanor and explain who you are. She…” Taylor stops for a second. “She’s usually very easy, but just make sure she doesn’t forget to take Mister Frogles home. She can’t sleep without him.” 

“Mister Frogles?” Travis asks, smiling. 

“It’s a frog. Don’t even ask.” 

He laughs quietly. He knows how upset Taylor is, but he couldn’t be more thankful that she trusts him enough with her daughter in this moment. 

“Alright. Send me the address, speak to Eleanor and then relax a little until you’re home. There’s nothing for you to worry about. I will call you as soon as I get her home.” 

“Thanks, Trav. Really… thanks.” 

He smiles, nods, even though he knows she can’t see him. 

“No need to say thanks. Speak to you in a bit.” 

___

Travis pushes the thick marble door to enter the building, checking his phone again. He must be in the right place. He’s never been in this part of town, but he definitely has seen these kind of Upper East Side buildings in the Woody Allen movies he used to watch with his mom when he was a kid. He’s always been fascinated by this city. Crazy to think that this is where a little child grows up. 

Travis looks around, trying to find apartment 3C. Suddenly, a door at the end of the luxurious corridor opens. An Asian woman peaks her head out, smiling nicely at him. 

“Travis?” 

“Yes, hi.” he says, relieved to have found the right home. 

“I’m.. I’m here to pick up Eleanor for Taylor?”

“Of course, Taylor just called. Come in.” 

Travis smiles thankfully, enters the warm home. This apartment is pretty impressive. At the end of the penthouse apartment is a generous floor to ceiling window, showcasing the city’s skyline and making up the entire backwall. It’s clearly one of those modern, minimalistic architectual digest apartments. He’s impressed, even though it’s a bit too cold and sterile for his taste. 

“So, I took her temperature a while back. She’s at a hundred right now. It all started a few hours ago, when I came into the room and the girls were playing and Eleanor complained about her sore throat. Poor thing is coughing all night. I gave her paracetamol before, but she’s pretty much just been asking about her mom, saying she wants to go home. Gracie is getting ready for bed now, but I couldn’t get Eleanor to lay down.” 

Travis just follows the woman, listens to her talking, but then again, can’t really focus on anything she says. His gaze falls onto the little blonde curly head sitting at the end of the playroom on the carpet. Her little cheeks read from her fever. Mister Frogles under her arm, and these same damn eyes on her face that he loves so much about Taylor. He knows, how awful this situation must be for Eleanor. A stranger coming to pick her up. When really, all she wants, is to be in her mom’s arms. 

“Hey, Eleanor.” he says then, the biggest smile on his face while standing in the door frame. He looks at her from the other end of the room, respects her space and wants to give her some time, not to get too close to her just now. He knows he’s tall and big, but he hopes she won’t get scared off. After all, his nieces have known him since they were babies. This little girl just meets him for the first time today.

“I’m Travis. But you can call me Travy if you want. I’m your mom’s friend. And your mom called me tonight to ask me to pick you up and get you home. Is that alright for you? Or do you want to stay here and wait for mommy?” he says gently, not forcing her to do anything. The little girl just sits there, looking at him with big eyes. He can’t help but smile some more. She’s really the most adorable little girl, aside from his nieces of course, that he’s ever encountered. And she looks just like Taylor. Her entire face just a miniature version of Taylor’s. But then again, she’s a lot quieter than Wyatt or Ellie. She’s shy. He gets it. 

“Ella, Travis will bring you home, mhm? Is that okay for you?” 

“Where’s my mommy?” she whispers then, a croaky voice coming from the little human. Travis swallows, looks directly into her eyes again. Instead of rushing to get her into the waiting car downstairs, he sits down at the end of the carpet for a minute. He still wants to give her some space. After all, he’s a stranger to her and the last thing he wants is to traumatize this little girl for life by making her feel like she’s being kidnapped by a big tall man. 

“Your mommy is stuck in traffic. Shall we call her?” Travis asks, already takes out his phone. Eleanor nods immediately, clearly holding onto her little frog teddy. “She was so worried about you being sick, so she called me to ask if I can drive you home and we can wait for her there.” 

Eleanor doesn’t say anything, just watches Travis closely. He can see in her eyes, that she’s not feeling well. Her eyes are glassy. Her cheeks a bit reddened. Travis quickly facetimes Taylor and she picks up within seconds. She looks beautiful as always, but he can sense the tiredness even through the crappy internet connection.

“Are you there?” she asks Travis, panic in her voice. 

“Yes, look who wants to say hi to you.” he smiles, turns the phone around so that Eleanor can clearly see her mom. 

“Honey, hi.” Taylor says, and Eleanor crawls closer to Travis. “Mommy, where are you?” she asks quietly into the phone and Taylor’s heart almost rips into a dozen pieces.

“I’m stuck in traffic baby, look.” she says, turning her own camera around to show her the standing cars on this driveway. 

“I hope I can be home soon, baby. Maybe one or two more hours.” 

Travis watches Eleanor’s face carefully. She doesn’t seem convinced yet, her eyes wandering intrigued from Taylor to Travis and back. He just smiles. He hopes he can gain her trust enough to get her to go with him.

“Baby, remember when I was away for the evening last week? When I said I’m seeing my friend? That was Travis. He’s a really really good friend of mommy. He’s really really kind. And you know what? He loves watching Bluey as well. Can you believe? It’s your favorite show!” 

Travis has to laugh a little at Taylor’s words but whatever she’s doing seems to work. Eleanor looks at him, still intrigued, but now a little smile on her face. 

“But Bluey is for children.” 

Both Travis and Taylor start laughing. 

“Very true, but you know what? I have three nieces, and two of them are just your age. And whenever I see them, we always watch Bluey together. It’s their favorite show on tv!” 

Eleanor nods, looks back at her mom on the phone screen. 

“It’s my favorite show too.” she says, still shy but definitely a little more open than before. 

“I thought so. Who’s your favorite character?” 

Eleanor starts thinking, and the shyness is coming through again. He smiles at her. She’s so adorable, it’s hard not to smile at this little girl. 

“I know who your favorite Bluey character is..” Taylor says at the other end of the line. 

“Elsa.” 

Both Travis and her laugh again. 

“Yeah her favorite person in the world is Elsa, nothing compares to that, not even Bluey.” Taylor says laughing at her baby girl, who seems a little captivated by the conversation with Travis. 

“Do you like Elsa more than Anna?” he asks, and Eleanor starts nodding. A big smile on her face now. 

“Yes because, because her hair is like my hair, just a bit longer. And she also sings like my mommy.” 

“That’s so true. You look a lot like Elsa actually.” Travis says and Eleanor giggles a little. Taylor just witnesses the little conversation at the other end of the line and her heart melts. She’s reminded in this moment why she kept on seeing Travis. Even after telling herself so many times that he’s not her type. He’s so, unbelievably, kind. And the fact that he’s winning Eleanor over that quickly shows her she’s not the only one impressed by his kindness. 

“My friend Emily looks like Anna.” Eleanor says then, her arms still holding onto Mister Frogles. “And.. and together we always play Elsa and Anna because my grandpa got me Olaf.” 

“You have Olaf at home?” Travis says with his eyes widened and the biggest surprise face on. “That’s so cool.” 

Eleanor nods, and Taylor can’t believe that her little shy daughter is not even facing the screen anymore at this point. Her gaze fully focused on Travis. She’s relieved. She’s so so relieved. 

“Honey, let’s go home with Travis and you can show him Olaf in your room. I’ll be there too in a bit. I love you so much, okay?” 

Eleanor nods. “Okay mommy.” 

“Alright, say goodbye mommy.” Travis says to the little girl, taking his phone in his hand again now. 

“Bye mommy.” Eleanor says, and Travis carefully hangs up. He hopes that the little girl will continue to be so engaged with him. 

“Come on, lets go home to Olaf, mhm?” Travis smiles at her and the little curly head nods. She slowly gets up and makes her way towards him. He can’t believe how trusting she is, gets up as well and just looks at Gracie’s mother passing him the little koala backpack. 

“Eleanor, your shoes are by the door.” she smiles and the curly head walks past him to the door, mister frogles securely under her arm. Travis makes his way behind the little child, smiles at her assuringly as she slips into her sneakers. After a few moments, he notices her stare while sitting by the door mat. For a moment, he’s confused.

“You good to go?”

“Can you help me?” the tiny voice asks, and Travis immediately nods, almost feeling embarrassed that he didn’t get it the first second. This is one of the things he’s not used to. Of course, a little toddler her age can’t tie her own shoes. 

Travis kneels down, a little awkward, tries to tie these tiny laces for her. But it’s not easy. Small humans have small shoes and small shoe laces. And his big Yeti hands definitely weren’t made to tie these. 

“Alright, good to go.” he says, glad to have passed this first challenge as a baby sitter. 

“Here’s your jacket, Eleanor.” Gracie’s mom says, helps her put on her little green puff jacket. 

“Bye Eleanor.” 

Travis now hears another tiny voice behind him. Gracie, not much taller than the blonde girl in front of him ran up to them from the living room, waves her hand at Eleanor in her pajamas. Travis smiles at the small girl. 

“I hope you feel healthy again soon.” she says, and it makes Travis smile. These two children are really adorable. 

“Thanks.” Eleanor says quietly. Her cheeks are still a bit flushed from her fever. 

“Alright girly, lets get you home.” Travis says to the the miniature version of Taylor, smiles thankfully at Gracie’s mother and the little girl. As soon as the door to the apartment closes, he feels a small hand reach for his fingers. A little surprised, Travis holds onto her hand, slowly makes his way to the stairs with her. 

“I’m sure you’re so happy to go home, mhm?” he says, trying to make the little five year old as comfortable as possible - considering the fact that he’s a total stranger, after all. 

“Do you know where my home is?” she asks then, looks up at the tall man easily towering her. He nods, starts walking the stairs with her. 

“I do. I’ve never been to your home but your mommy has sent her security guys and they will drive us home.”

Eleanor seems happy with that answer, doesn’t say anything further. With a tiny backpack over his shoulder and the little blonde girl on his index finger, he realizes that walking the steps from the third floor, if you’re a small human, actually takes a lot longer than he thought. Travis patiently waits, then has an idea. 

“Want me to carry you piggyback style?” 

Eleanor smiles, nods immediately. He knew she would love that idea. After all, Elliott and Wyatt love whenever he carries them around like a camel in the desert. 

“Okay, crawl onto my back.” He says, now fully kneeing on the carpet of the hallway. Eleanor reaches for his shoulders and within a second, Travis stands up, holding securely onto her small feet. All he can hear is the little girl’s giggles and he feels his heart expanding in size. To her amusement, Travis now jogs down the stairs, making sure she’s bouncing around properly which clearly makes her laugh even more. As soon as they step outside the building door, Travis slowly knees down to let her stand on the floor again. He smiles at her, makes sure to fix her jacket in the cold. 

“That was fun, huh?”

“Yeah.” She smiles in her little voice, and he’s glad he could entertain her for a bit. 

“Okay, let’s get you home.” 

He opens the car door, helps Eleanor crawl into her car seat. 

“Hi Michael.” she says to his surprise. Eleanor seems to know the driver well. 

“Hi Miss Eleanor.” the man smiles at the little girl. 

“My mommy is in traffic.” she says with big eyes, doesn’t mind Travis fastening the safety belt of her car seat. He can’t help smile at Eleanor. She’s too sweet. Her mom being in traffic is obviously a big thing for the five year old. 

“I heard.” the man says, smiling into the rearview mirror. 

“Here you go.” Travis mumbles, fixing Mister Frogles on her lap before closing the door and getting into the back of the car right next to her. As soon as the car starts, he can see Eleanor looking out the window. Travis takes a deep breath, takes a look at his phone again. He smiles at the screen. 

Thanks a million for this, Trav. Let me know if you need anything. Just call. We’re moving again now, so hopefully I’ll be home soon.

He knows that Taylor is anxious about leaving Eleanor and him alone for the first time, but this is his chance to prove to her that letting him enter Eleanor’s life won’t be so bad after all. He replies to her text quickly, then looks back up to Eleanor. She’s fast asleep, her flushed cheek pressed against the headrest of the children’s car seat. He smiles at the little girl. After all, she’s still sick. Carefully, Travis holds his finger against her forehead. She’s hot. She definitely has a fever. Poor thing. 

After a twenty minute drive home, the car comes to a hold. A big gate opens and the car disappears in the private parking lot of her Tribeca home. Within minutes, the car comes to a halt and the driver turns around to Travis. 

“Do you need help with her?” 

“All good, buddy. Thanks.” 

Travis appreciates the offer, but he can handle the sleepy toddler himself. He carefully leaves the car, makes his way around to open the door next to Eleanor. Her sleeping face now facing him fully, and he need to smile again. She looks just like her mother when she sleeps. No question whose baby girl this is. 

Travis slowly opens the belt of her seat. Two big hands land under her arms. He’s got a good grip on a child her size by now, having had lots of occasions where he carried one of his nieces. With her koala bag still around his shoulder, he takes the sleeping girl onto his arm. Her head immediately comes to a rest on his shoulder. Travis holds onto the little body, making sure that Mister Frogles won’t fall down either. Gladly, he closes the car door and follows the driver to the elevator. 

___

The elevator door opens, and Taylor finally makes her way into the hallway of her generous New York apartment. Light is coming from the living room. She swallows. A few more steps up the hallway, but no Travis in sight. Brandon is carrying her suitcase into her bedroom. She thanks him quietly, but her mind is already with Eleanor. With her sneakers still covering her feet, Taylor makes her way upstairs to Eleanor’s room. The little night light lighting up the hallway. As soon as she enters the doorframe, she covers her mouth with her hand. Eleanor is tucked into her bed, flushed cheeks, her face fully pressed against Travis. Like a giant he’s laying on top of her bed. His arm around her sleeping child, her favorite book on his chest. One foot on the floor, the other one in the small bed next to her. She leans her head against the door frame, can’t help but giggle quietly. 

Travis immediately signals her to be quiet. She covers her mouth with her hand again. She expected a lot, but she did not expect him to be this good with her baby. Travis takes a careful look at Eleanor, wants to convince himself that she’s really asleep now. She watches him amusedly. This big man trying to untangle himself from her sleeping baby. And it does something to her. Seeing this view definitely makes it clear to her that all boundaries are broken. He’s in her daughters bed. He’s in her house. He’s… here. And it feels better than she thought it would. 

Travis slowly places the children’s book on her nightstand, tries not to make a single sound. He slowly makes his way towards Taylor. She says nothing, just hugs him tightly. And he knows why. She’s thankful. So thankful that he was there for Eleanor when she couldn’t be. He returns the hug proudly. Thankful that she let him in. This time, really. 

“I hope she’s sleeping now.” he whispers, “I put her down when we got here but she kept waking up coughing. I made sure she drank some water. Then we read something and she passed out half an hour ago. But everytime I got up, she would wake up, so I…” 

“Trav.” she interrupts him, whispering just like he did. 

Her face says everything. 

“Thank you. So much. I..” she stops for a second, looks at Eleanor and back at him again. 

“I will give her some medicine and take her temperature quickly, okay? Give me five minutes.” 

He nods immediately. 

“Of course, take all the time you need. I.. I’ll wait downstairs.” he says. She smiles at him appreciatively. She’s so glad he understands that she needs to check on her baby first. She’s so glad he’s as unconditional as he’s been two hours ago. Travis watches her disappear in Eleanor’s room. For a moment he stands there, still unsure whether he should help her. But he knows that she’s got this. He knows that he should give her some space right now. Slowly, he makes his way downstairs. 

___

With tired steps and her hair still in a messy bun, he can watch Taylor come down the stairs. She’s wearing the same sweatpants as before, looks at him sitting on the sofa. He immediately gets up. She doesn’t stop, just walks straight into a hug with him. Standing in her living room, he says nothing, just breathes her in for a second. Taylor closes her eyes. She won’t let go of him. She can’t. 

“Thank you. Thank you for everything. I…” 

“Is she asleep?” he asks into the hug, his hands stroking her back up and down. Taylor slowly lets go off him and presses a gentle kiss onto his lips. He almost gets dizzy, because she’s more gentle than she usually is. 

“Yeah. Her fever was still at 100.4. I gave her some cough syrup and paracetamol. I’ll have to call her pediatrician tomorrow..” she rambles on, and Travis can see in her face that she’s worried. 

“It’s so weird, when we were in London she barely got sick. Every since she’s here, she’s having something else every week. I..” 

“Hey, it’s normal. It’s good.” he calms her, both his arms still around her. She looks up at him, enjoys listening to him speak. She never thought she’s dare think this thought ever again. But it’s nice not being alone with her sick daughter right now. It’s nice not going through it all by herself again. 

“It’s building their immune system. I’m sure the doc will tell you the same thing. It’s probably a virus or something.” he assures her. She nods, then cuddles her head into his chest. He can’t believe how much she’s opened up to him tonight. She’s needy. And he absolutely loves it. She called him when she was at her lowest. She turned to him when she was in need of help. And all he wants is for her to know that he’s here for her. He will always be here for her. 

Travis lowers his head, presses a kiss onto her hair. 

“Have you eaten yet?” he asks, she shakes her head on his chest. 

“How about, I order you some food and we sit and talk a bit, huh?” 

She doesn’t reply for a moment, and he’s prepared for her to ask him to leave. His offer might be a bit too much. After all, this entire day must have been too much for her. But to his surprise, Taylor lets go of him and nods. She wipes away one last tear from her eyes. She’s tired. More than that. She’s pale. He can’t imagine what she’s been through with her mom these past days. Just to come home to a sick child. 

“That would be great.” she sniffles. He smiles, both hands on her upper arms now, stroking her gently before he lets go of her to reach for his phone on the coffee table. 

“Pizza?” he looks at her. 

“Sounds great. Trav?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Can you stay the night too, please?” 

He looks at her sitting down on her couch, reaching for the blanket. She’s a mess right now. An emotional, tired mess. And she’s reaching for him, instead of pushing him away. 

“Of course. Always.”  

#citybound #lovebound #fanfic #fanfiction #taylor swift #taylor swift fanfiction #travis kelce #writing #travis kelce fanfic #Travis Kelce fanfiction

[irrelevantwriter]

In This World And Beyond

Pairing: Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) x Female Reader/You

Rating: SFW

Warnings: Spoilers for Vol. 2, language, heavy angst, mention of character death, grief (im sorry)

Word Count: 1169

Summary: Those who were with Eddie on his last days come to see you. You have some things to say.

A/N: I said i wasn't going to acknowledge Eddie’s end, but here I am. Posting this sad shit. But it felt cathartic at the same time so hopefully I banished that shit out bc this will always be an Eddie is alive truther blog. I also have a fluffy companion piece to this that I’ll post to make up for whatever heartbreaking shit this is. Feedback is that good shit.💗

Disclaimer: As always, reader inserts are true reader inserts. If you find any specifics in regards to reader’s appearance, kindly let me know and I will fix that.

*Check out my other Eddie fics here

*Read the fluffy companion piece here

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The breeze picked up around you. You shivered, but didn’t move. You ignored the looks. Ignored the whispered words and judging gazes. You stayed rooted to your spot. Tears streaking your face every few minutes.

A pack of footsteps and whispers pulled your attention momentarily. You could hear a voice that you recognized. He was debating on approaching you.

“She doesn’t look like she wants to be bothered, Henderson.”

“She’s grieving, asshole.”

The words came to a halt, so did the footsteps, when you looked up and met their eyes.

It’s the group.

The people who were with Eddie when he died. The people you both blamed and appreciated for Eddie’s last few days on earth. You had mixed feelings about seeing them. They were brave for approaching you. You could see the fear in their eyes.

Steve. Robin. Nancy. Dustin.

“H-hey…we just wanted to check in. See how you were doing,” Dustin said, sorrow coloring his words.

You knew what Eddie meant to him.

He’d meant a lot to you too.

You didn’t respond to him.

“We’re really sorry about what happened. Eddie was…a great guy.”

Tears began to run down your cheeks as you cut your eyes away from Steve Harrington and back out to the woods that lined Eddie’s trailer park.

Again, you said nothing.

A few more whispers were exchanged. You could faintly hear Steve trying to convince Dustin to let you be. The kid refused.

They continued to bicker until you finally broke your silence.

“Did you know Eddie had a cat?” Your voice was painfully hoarse, and it cracked with your words.

You didn’t look at them but you could tell you had their attention. So you went on.

“Yeah, he came to my house one day. I don’t know if I’d seen him that excited before,” you sniffled, getting lost in the memory. “He had the thing bundled in his jacket. All matted and dirty. It was skin and bones. And hissing like crazy.” You smiled wistfully as you conjured up his face in your mind.

Trees rustled as another breeze swept through, trying and failing to dry your tears. There were always more.

“Eddie’s hands had scratches all over. But he was like a kid on Christmas. Excited to show me. And I was convinced the thing had rabies,” you laughed, the sound watery and broken. “But he said it just needed some Eddie Munson TLC.”

Your gaze caught a rabbit in the distance. It stood still as it sniffed the air. After only a second it darted off, as if sensing the danger that lingered here. The death.

“So that’s what he did. He gave it a bath and fed it. Nursed it back to health. And it became his shadow.”

Somewhere, you could hear shuffling.

“He named it Munster.”

A sob wracked you suddenly. It was powerful and all-consuming. You had no control as tears poured from your eyes and your chest physically ached with pain. It felt like he’d taken your heart with him when he’d gone. Like he’d ripped it from your chest at the same moment his stopped beating. As if you’d taken your last full breaths with his. You’d never know peace again.

You could feel their uncomfortable gazes on you. Watching a broken woman fall into smaller pieces. Dustin hovered close by, as if waiting to swoop in and comfort you.

You regained some semblance of control and looked to the sky, willing it to open up and swallow you.

“That’s the man they labeled a killer. That’s the man they hunted,” you rasped, eyes darting to the group.

Emotion filled your voice. Anger. Rage. It all simmered for a town and its people who never cared about him. Never cared what became of him. They just wanted him gone. And they got their wish.

“They’ll never know the Eddie I knew. They’ll never know how truly amazing he was. How they pushed him. They pushed him and made him believe he was less than. A coward. When he was one of the bravest people I’d ever know.”

Dustin’s eyes filled with tears. Steve swallowed and looked at the ground. Robin sniffled. Nancy stared at you, sympathy in her large eyes.

“They killed him. They killed him and I’ll never forgive any of them.”

You shook your head and squeezed your eyes shut, willing for the millionth time that you’d wake up from this nightmare.

But nothing happened.

“He saved our lives. He’s a hero,” Dustin whispered.

You nodded, wiping at your swollen eyes. “He sacrificed his life for a town that wanted him dead. He sacrificed for you.” You stared poignantly at each of them. “And I hope you never forget that. Because he didn’t deserve it. He didn’t deserve to go out that way. And you didn’t deserve to have him go out that way.”

A calm vitriol laced your words, but you could see the effect it had on the group. They each had the decency to look remorseful.

Steve opened his mouth to say something, but you turned away.

“Thanks for stopping by,” you cut in, effectively shutting the conversation down.

You waited as they each turned and walked in the opposite direction, Dustin lagging behind.

“Dustin!”

He turned abruptly at your voice and made his way back over, Steve lingering in the distance.

“Thank you. For all that you did for him. Up until the end. He loved you. So much.”

Dustin’s tears were free flowing as he nodded, wiping at his eyes and looking every bit of the child he still was. He dug in his pocket and produced Eddie’s pick necklace, the sight of it making your heart seize.

“Here.”

He held it out to you. You took it with shaking hands, feeling the weight of it. It felt so different without being attached to him. It felt wrong.

“You keep it.” You shoved it back at him. “I’ve got plenty of Eddie to keep me company,” you gestured to the abandoned trailer where all his things still waited for you.

Dustin silently nodded and put the necklace back into his pocket. “He was metal up until the very end,” he said softly, meeting your clouded vision.

More tears fell as you laughed. “I bet.”

“And he told me to…,” he struggled to continue, voice choking up. “To tell you that he loved you. In this world and beyond.”

You closed your eyes, hearing Eddie say those words a thousand times before. When you were half asleep in his bed. When you listened to him talk about his D&D campaign. When you both sang along to the radio in his van. When you sat in the audience at his band’s shows. When you threw fries at his mouth, laughing when he missed over every shot.

Memories flooded you. And then the sky opened up and rain began to fall.

Dustin left you there.

You stayed there for hours. Feeling the rain. Letting it soak you.

“Goodbye Eddie.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things

[doodleferp]

bloom preview (vash x oc nsfw)

A little preview of a fic I'm working on involving Vash's bloom period! It will involve some copious smut but also go over some of Vash's little blooming quirks leading up to the Big Secks. This preview itself is SFW.

triggers: mentions of heat cycles

“Sixty bucks a night?! For a single-bed?!” Ari shouted. “That’s insane!”

“No, it’s sixty a night for two beds,” the innkeeper said. “Two people, two beds. Simple as that.”

“Oh, no-no-no,” Vash chirped, grabbing the rest of Ari’s arm and pulling her to his chest. "We're dating!"

The innkeeper looked at Vash. Then at Ari, then back at Vash. He smirked and gave a wry chuckle. “Yeah. Sure.”

Ari pursed her lips. “I don’t think you’re taking us seriously.”

“I’m not.”

“Well, we are dating and we would like a room with one bed, please.”

“Listen, kid,” the innkeeper said. “I’ve been around the block and I’ve seen enough kids pretending they’re dating to save on a room, and I’m not gonna fall for that again.”

Ari’s jaw dropped. “What do you mean pretending?! We are dating! What proof do you want?!”

“Babyyy,” Vash whined. “It’s no big deal, we can just push the beds together! Besides…” He threaded their fingers together, batting his lashes. “We’ll need the extra bed when we wear out the first.” He leaned towards her, and to her shock and horror, licked her cheek.

Ari turned redder than Vash’s coat and locked eyes with him, and he kissed the tip of her nose. She wanted to chastise him, but the look on his face made her breath catch in her throat. He was giving her the most adorable, most painfully-obvious bedroom eyes.

Oh, boy.

“I think I’ll take my chances.” The innkeeper stamped his book and closed it. “Ya get a two-bedroom single-bath for sixty double-bucks a night. Take it or leave it.”

Ari tore herself away from Vash’s gaze long enough to mutter “Y-yeah. Sure.” She snatched the key, grabbed her boyfriend’s arm, and dragged them both up the stairs.

-*-

“Ooh, this is nice!” Vash chirped as they entered the room. He let his bag fall on the floor and he skipped over to the beds, crawling on top of one. “Which one should we use? This one’s a little further from the bathroom, but it’s nice and boxed into the room! I know they both feel the same, but positioning’s important-”

Ari let him rattle on about the room as she shut the door behind her. Her mind was in a different place at the moment. Vash was a really touchy guy, but that day had felt different somehow. When did licking her in public suddenly become appropriate? It felt too chaotic, even for Vash’s personality.

“Vash,” she asked, causing the man to perk up. “Is there something going on with you?”

Vash sat up on the bed and smiled. “What do you mean, baby?”

Ari narrowed her eyes, taking in the scene before her. Vash’s bag had been carelessly left on the floor instead of being set on the nearby table. His boots were still muddy, because he hadn’t bothered to wipe them on the mat outside. He had gone straight for the beds instead of taking his time to look around the room. When he sat up, he kept his legs spread and his hands dainty placed in the gap between his thighs. He was still wearing as sweet a smile as he’d always been, but the look in his eyes felt so strangely vacant. The way he stared at her, it was like she was the only thing that existed in the universe.

Ari’s eyes widened as the realization hit her. The sugary-sweet tones. The overly-intimate touches. The licking. The sudden fixation on the beds. The “Ari only” tunnel vision. The “fuck me” eyes. The way his back was arching just enough for his cute little butt to stick out.

“Oh, my god,” she said. “You’re starting to bloom.”

The man on the bed tilted his head, his smile faltering just enough for her to take notice. “Vash, don’t lie to me.” Vash looked down at his hands and he began fiddling with his fingers. “Vash.”

He looked up at her, an embarrassed smile spreading across his face. “Uh…” he began. “You caught me?”

Ari fell back against the door and groaned. “Vaaa-aaash!” The man flinched and scooted back on the bed. “You’re supposed to tell me when this gets close, you never do-”

“But I don’t want you to worry, angel!” Vash exclaimed. “You have enough on your plate running around the desert with me, I can handle the first weeks on my own.”

“Babe, that’s not the point!” Ari protested, making her way over to the bed. “I want you to tell me about these things, because I want to help you get through them. I love you, I’m happy to do it!” She sat next to him on the bed, taking his hands in hers. “Besides, I need to help you in a more…entertaining way.”

Vash perked up, his eyes shimmering with excitement. “You…you’d really do that for me?”

“You act like I haven’t done it before.” Ari stroked his knuckles. “Vash, you’re the most important thing in my life. I’m happy to let you incapacitate us for over a month if that’s what you need to do.” She brought his hands up and kissed his knuckles, smiling at his breathy sigh. “Not to mention…” she added, wiggling her eyebrows. “You happen to be the best I’ve ever had.”

Vash’s entire body visibly shuddered and an elated trill erupted from his throat. Ari laughed out loud as he leaned in to nuzzle her face, his happy chirps mixing perfectly with the sound of her voice.

c. doodleferp 2023. please do not steal or repost.

#heat cycles #trigun #trigun fanfic #vash x oc #fluff #suggestive #badlands rumble #vash the stampede #vash savarem #plant vash #uncanny vash #trigun 98 #trigun vash #trigun badlands rumble #trigun anime #trigun maximum #trimax #tristamp #trigun stampede

[black-suns-rim]

"The Black Golem" And The Little Girl

Word count: 1,250

The short story to celebrate this blog reaching 600 followers.

"You know kid, ya stress me out. I didn't even know I could get stressed out." Golem let out a chuckle as he pulled out a bullet that was lodged into his metal plating. "Damn. I got this newly buffed too. It was all clean n' shit."

The small girl huffed and laid on her side by the fire Golem had made. Her tattered clothes were caked in dirt and filth. He sighed, "Kid, ya need a bath. There is a river nearby. Has shrubs n' good coverage. Don't have tuh worry about me lookin'. Not like I would be lookin'. Have no reason tuh."

She gave him a cold glare. "Well damn, stare of death. Did I do something wrong? I saved you from those maniac mechs that wanted tuh sell ya on the market. Took a few bullets even!" He stood up from the log he had been sitting on and crossed his arms, leaning his weight to one side.

"Is this about… findin' the city your family lives in? Look… I know I messed that all up… but…" He sighed, "yeah… I can't make up an excuse for what I did… Kid… I'm sorry. I really am. We may not know the exact location, but we know it's in the east somewhere, through the wastelands. I did get at least that from 'em." He sat back down and hung his head, not sure what to say or to make the tension between them less tense.

"Ya gotta at least eat somethin'. You haven't eaten all day." He pulled out a can from the large duffle bag he always carried around with him.

"I'm not hungry! I don't want to talk to you! Leave me alone!" The girl suddenly yelled which left Golem in shock. He placed the can back into his bag, "Well fine then. I will." Golem got up and began to walk away from their little camp site. He sat down by the river he mentioned earlier.

"Gah!" He threw a large rock into the water, "Why did I have tuh be so stupid?" He mumbled to himself as he looked out to the moonlit water. He picked up a small pebble and threw it into the water. He sat there for a while until he heard a noise. He quickly stood up, turning his right arm into a plasma caster but then became at ease, "Girl! You know better than tuh sneak up on me like that!"

He sat back down, "came tuh yell at me more?" She sat right next to him, not saying a word.

"Thought you wanted tuh be alone."

"I heard a noise."

"And it spooked ya?" Golem looked down at the girl but she didn't speak, "right, right… C'mon." He got up and walked back to their camp site. She followed close to him. He scanned the area but did not see anything.

"It's all clear. We are the only ones here kid. Get some rest. You'll need it for tomorrow." Golem and the girl sat down by the fire. It took her a while before she fell asleep. Golem kept watch all night, as he always did. Once the sun rose, the girl woke up and she saw Golem in the same spot when she had fallen asleep.

"How'd ya sleep?" He asked as she rubbed her eyes, "guessin' you slept good since ya didn't move too much." He displayed a smiley face on his visor as she got up. He helped pack up her sleeping mat and blanket into his duffle bag.

"You gonna eat now?" He held a can out to her. She snatched the can out from his hand, opened it and ate. He slung the duffle bag over his shoulder and began to head east. She followed at his side.

"Through hell we go." He said to himself. She looked up at him, a little confused, "what? It's called the wastelands for a reason. Entire cities lay in ruins there from the last World War. Doubt you were alive during the war. I was, at least for the last 5 years of it. You're 10, right?"

She nodded.

"Yeah, then ya wouldn't have been alive tuh see the war. But, with how humans are, you have probably seen just as worse."

As the two continued east, the day grew hotter and unbearable. The sun beat down on them from above and the sand scorched them from below. The harsh outside felt as if you were being baked in an oven. The little girl began to slow down from heat exhaustion and dehydration. She had already drank all the water Golem was able to snatch while the two were at the nomadic market beforehand.

Golem kept a close eye on her, "C'mon kid, I can see the buildings in the distance. We are close." He tried to encourage her to keep moving, "Only about 3 more miles or so. The wasteland cities might have supplies."

The girl collapsed in the sand, falling like a ragdoll. Golem stopped and went to her in a bit of a panic, "Kid, Kid! Aw c'mon, we are almost there." He scooped her up and began running to the wasteland city.

"Vitals: quick heartbeat, fast breathing. Not sweating, no sweat. Core temperature: 106°F. Not responsive. Diagnosis: heatstroke." Golem read aloud after scanning her, "Oh shit kid, I need tuh get you cooled down and hydrated."

With his fast speed, Golem was able to run the 3 miles in less than 2 minutes. He desperately looked for any water source or cold place within the wasteland city. Then, he had an idea. He ran into a small building and looked for a fire alarm. He found one and placed the girl down on the cool floor. He pulled the alarm but nothing happened immediately.

"You better work!" He punched the wall, leaving a crater in it. The small sprinklers began to leak and drip and eventually showered the room in water. Golem took some of the girl's clothes out from the duffle bag he had slung around on his shoulder and soaked them with the water. He placed the wet cloth on her forehead as well as all over her body.

Soon the water shower stopped. "Vitals: heartbeat decreasing. Breathing slowing. Core temperature: 104°F and decreasing." He snapped his finger by her ears followed by him checking her eyes, "not responsive." He let out a sigh, allowing his circuitry and internal temperature to cool down. He waited at her side, making sure to keep the cloth cold with fresh water.

"C'mon girl… your temp is down. Your Vitals are ok. All you need is tuh hydrate. Doubt the wastelands will have clean enough water for you tuh consume though." As he waited for her to wake up, he wiped off all the dirt that had been caked onto her skin in tough coats. He knew that humans shouldn't be this dirty if they wanted good health. But the girl was stubborn and never listened to his advice to bathe herself.

The girl stirred and moved as he was rubbing off the last of the dirt he could from her. He dropped the cloth, "Whoa, whoa, easy kid. You are severely dehydrated and collapsed on me out there. You're lucky this place's sprinkler system still worked."

The girl looked very confused and nauseous. He helped her to sit up, "We are in the wasteland city. One step closer tuh finding your family."

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[evereinefaust]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: China (Yao Wang) X afab!Reader

Sypnosis: MC always loved her teacher in a special way. However, ever since the day they first met, she wasn't sure whether he would reciprocate her feelings the same way. That's why, at this moment, she decided to take a chance.

Word Count: 1,453

"Thanks for the time training with me, Leon" You thanked the Cantonese as you bowed, he too then nodded. He exited the room as you remained inside, you sat on the mat while panting. "That was one intense training. I don't think that I can keep up with Leon" You said loudly to yourself as you stare at the door. "Are you sure about that, [Name]? I think that you were at Leon's level already" Your Taiwanese friend told you as she gave you your towel. "Yeah, but I still need to train hard. It still wasn't enough" You said as you grabbed the towel from her then wipe away sweat from your face. "Oh? Is that for Jiaoshi?" She asked as she kneel down and face you, you felt your cheeks heat up. "S-shut up!" You stammered.

Mei, your Taiwanese friend, knew that you had feelings for your Jiaoshi. But luckily that your other Asian friends didn't know about it, especially your Japanese friend, Kiku. He loves to snap pictures of some things, especially when he's with his Western friends. If he knows about your crush on your Jiaoshi, he will always snap pictures of you and him together. And that will make your crush on the Chinese known, and you don't want that.

After wiping sweat from your face, you and Mei stood up then the two of you exited the room. You went to the bathroom to change. Once you were inside, you locked the door and undressed yourself. You turned on the faucet to fill the tub, and while you were waiting, you hummed and sat on the chair inside the room. After the tub was filled, you turned the faucet off and then put on some [favorite flower]-scented bath soap inside the tub. You went inside the tub and then scrubbed your body thoroughly while humming. After bathing, you went out of the tub and wiped your body with a body towel, you dressed after that. You exited the bathroom while drying your hair with the towel.

"Hi [Name]!" The Korean suddenly groped you after you exited the room. You turned bright red as you slapped him lightly. "Yong Soo! You pervert!" You yelled at him as your face heat up. "Hehe... That doesn't even hurt, da-ze" He grinned at you as he touched his cheeks. "Of course, it isn't! I don't want to hurt you that much" You told him and looked at him. "That's because you liked me" He stated happily and grinned even wider. "I do not! I only like you as a friend!" You replied. "You still liked me!" He chuckled, you can't help to smile. "Come on Yong Soo, let's go," You told him and he walked beside you. The two of you went downstairs and then sat on the couch. You saw your Jiaoshi inside the kitchen, making some tea. Leon is sitting on the other couch, dim sum in his mouth. Kiku was inside the dining room, probably reading manga. And as for Mei, she was washing the dishes. You sighed.

One reason you can't like Yong Soo more than a friend is because there is someone you already like. He was the one who adopted you when you were still young. And he is the one who taught you kung fu. He is none other than your jiao shi, Yao Wang. The Chinese man loves cute things, especially pandas and Hello Kitty. You were 6 years old back then when he found you staring at the cute pandas displayed inside the shop by the window. He saw your figure and for an unknown reason, he adopted you. After, he would treat you like his own daughter, but it was more like a sister than a daughter. He taught you kung fu a month after he adopted you. And he also introduced you to his family and friends. He acts like a grown-up, but you can say that he also acts like a child. Like when he sees cute plush toys, he would even convince Kiku to buy him one.

You decided to go inside the kitchen to grab something to eat since you were very hungry after that extreme training. "Like some tea aru?" Your Jiaoshi suggested, he was leaning on the counter while taking a sip of his tea. "Sure thing, Jiaoshi" You smiled in reply. Yao began to make tea for you, he opened the cupboard and then took out his special nerve-relaxing tea. He is known for his talent for making tea and medicine. You went to the fridge to grab some biscuits.

"How's your training with Leon?" The Chinese man asked. "It's fine Jiaoshi. It's intense but I can keep up with him" You replied then closed the fridge, a [f/b] in your hand. "He's a difficult opponent" You added as you shove a [f/b] into your mouth and chewed. "I see aru. Do you want to train with me later?" He suggested, looking at you for your reply. "U-uh... Sure..." You slightly blush as your heart beats faster, eyes show nervousness as you reply. Surely you trained with Yao when you were still a child, but that was years ago. You always train with Leon and Yao just give you tips and lesson for your improvement, he never trains with you. You just wonder what is going on inside his mind to suggest that. "Good, I will teach you new techniques that you can use in your next training with Leon aru" The ponytailed male smiled a close-eyed smile that made your heart melt.

"Sure thing Jiaoshi" You smiled. Yao finished making your tea, the two of you settled inside the dining room with Kiku and Mei. You guys talked about random things, about anime, Hello Kitties, pandas, and other stuff that leads to cuteness. After your little break, you rest a bit in the living room with Leon and Yong Soo. You, the Cantonese, and the Korean watched some movies during that time. When 5 strikes, you went upstairs to train with the Chinese man.

"Are you ready [Name] aru?" The brunette man asked. "Yes!" You responded and then closed the door. "Now then..." He got into position, and you also got into position. After a while, the training started. Even with your hard efforts, you still have difficulty defeating him. Yes, your goal is to defeat him, and if you can't, he will teach you while training. The training took 2 hours and a half, and your skills improved. You are able to knock your Jiaoshi down but you still cannot defeat him.

"Remember what I taught you aru!" Yao instructed you while in the middle of training. Sweats covered your body and his, and your heart beats faster every time you put effort into your attacks. There it is, an opening. It's finally your chance. You smirked then continued punching his arm, blocking your attacks. When he was too focused on your punches, you attacked his left rib with your leg. That attack surprised him as he lose his balance and stumbled on the floor, he was too late to stand up as you draw your fist near his face.

You panted as you stayed like that for a while. "Excellent [Name]. You really improved aru" Yao smiled and then complimented your improved skills. "Thank you Jiaoshi" You also smiled and then retreated your hand. Yao sat up and you sat next to him. "Jiaoshi..." You called in a low voice, your eyes trailed down to the mat as a blush crept on your face. "Hm?" He turned to you. "Uh...um... Thank you" You muttered. "What? I didn't quite hear that aru" The brunette came near you, now you were nervous at this sudden closeness, heart pounds very fast.

"Thank you. Thank you for everything" You repeated, a bit louder for him to hear. You look at him for his expression, he seems confused but a smile is there. "At this moment, I wanted to thank you for everything. For adopting me, for being such a great family and teacher, for the love and care. I am very grateful that you found me" You told him, a smile gracing your lips as you thank him wholeheartedly. "In other words... I love you Jiaoshi" You muttered the last part, your blush getting even redder and darker by the moment, and your heart feels like a bomb that's gonna explode from too much beating.

"[Name]..." Yao uttered, the smile never left his lips. After a while, he hugged you tightly, you were surprised by his sudden action. "I love you too..."

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[watchyourbluesturngolden]

hi! i love your blog! i was wondering if maybe you could write something where y/n and harry just had their first baby and they finally get some time to themselves and she's a little insecure about their first time after the post partum and nervous about her body or how it gonna feels like? thank uu💖

omg thank you 🥺🥺 I'm so sorry this took so long! i hope you like it :)

a very romantic bath for two

warnings: body insecurity, body image issues

word count: 2.8k

You sighed as you inspected your body in the mirror, running your fingers over the raised lines on your tummy and hips. Many of them were new; they had popped up sometime during your second trimester. At the time, you had been too busy worrying about the new life growing inside you and preparing to bring her home to focus too much on what was happening to your body. Even during the last few weeks of your pregnancy when you felt huge most of the time, Harry made sure to remind you constantly how much he loved you and your new body. He would rub your belly all the time, leaning down to kiss it and talk to your baby. He insisted it would help them develop faster once they were born, but you weren't quite sure where he got this "fact". You both knew he just liked being close to you and your baby.

He really hadn't left any room for you to be insecure during your pregnancy. He reassured you every day that you were more beautiful than ever, and he was always showing you how much he liked your new body. He could never keep his hands off you, always wanting to touch and hold you. It even got annoying at times, but mostly you appreciated it, and you were glad he never let your hormones get the best of you. Then, after Stevie was born, you were too busy and exhausted to even think about your appearance. You and harry were barely getting any sleep, and all of your time was devoted to caring for the newest member of your family. It wasn't until now, when Stevie was a little over 3 months old, that things started calming down a bit. She slept through the night most of the time, and you were finally coming out of that sleep deprived haze you had been in. Unfortunately, this gave you time to really look at yourself in the mirror. You had just gotten out of the shower, and Harry was with Stevie in the living room. You tilted to the side, looking at how much bigger your stomach was than before you had Stevie. The skin there was dimpled and soft, much more squishy than it used to be. And the stretch marks. They were everywhere, and much more prominent than they had ever been. You weren't sure if you would ever be able to get back to normal. Your negative thoughts were interrupted by a short knock on the door. You quickly wrapped a towel around yourself before you called, "You can come in!" Harry peaked his head into the room, smiling softly. "Sorry to bother you, but I'm out of wipes. I think there's another pack under the sink?" "No, it's okay, i was done," you smiled, reaching under the sink to grab the package. "Is she okay?" "She's fine, lovie," he smiled softly. "You don't have to feel bad being away for her for half an hour." "I know," you sighed. "But i still do. I hate not being next to her all the time." "Me too, i just want to hold her and never put her down." You nodded, sighing internally at how much you already missed your baby. "Why don't you finish up in here and then we'll make some lunch?" "Sounds good," you said, smiling at him in the mirror. Once the door was closed, you dropped the towel again. You really tried not to be too upset about how you looked, but it was hard. You knew if you told Harry he would just say the same thing, that it was normal and he thought you were beautiful. You didn't think that would help much. So you pulled on your old t-shirt and sweatpants, running a brush through your wet hair before making your way out to the kitchen. "Hi, baby," you smiled, picking Stevie up from the play mat on the floor. "I missed you." She snuggled against your chest, her head leaning on your shoulder as she let out a content little sigh. You leaned down, grabbing Stevie's rattle and putting it back in the toy box before you made your way into the kitchen. "How does spaghetti sound?" Harry asked. "Sounds good," you nodded, settling into one of the chairs at the dining table. you were about to pull off your shirt to feed Stevie, but the image of your prominent stretch marks made you reconsider. "Can you grab me one of the blankets?" You asked, but kept your eyes on Stevie. You knew if you looked up, you would see that sad and confused look on his face as he wondered why you suddenly wanted to cover yourself around him, and you really didn't feel like explaining your newfound insecurities right now. Thankfully, he didn't press for answers. "Sure, love. It's in the nursery?" You nodded, fiddling with the collar of Stevie's onesie to look busy. "Okay, I'll be right back," He gave a small smile before he left the kitchen. "What am i gonna do, hm?" You asked Stevie. She just blinked in response. Harry came back with the blanket, draping it over your shoulders from the front. "Thank you," you said quietly, adjusting the cover so you could pull your shirt up. "Of course, love," he replied, going back to the stove. "I wanted to ask you something, actually." You

hummed questioningly, eyes fixed on Stevie under the blanket. "Well, we just haven't had any time alone since Stevie was born, and my mum is dying to spend some more time with her, so do you think... I mean, only if it's okay with you, maybe we could have my mum take her for the weekend?" You hesitated, your heart suddenly beating much faster. Being away from Stevie for more than a day... of course you knew she would be safe and happy with Anne, but still... the thought made anxiety spike in your chest. Then there was the matter of being alone with Harry. You probably should feel guilty for not wanting to spend time with him, but with the way you had been feeling about yourself lately, you couldn't bring yourself to care. But you also knew refusing this would cause all sorts of problems. It would make both Harry and Anne feel bad, and you really didn't want to upset anyone. So, taking a shaky breath in, you nodded. "We can do that. I just... i don't think I can do more than a day or two." "That's totally fine," Harry reassured you. "I don't want to be away from her for that long either. I was thinking we could drop her off Friday after lunch, then pick her up Saturday evening. Or sometime Sunday if they're really having a good time," he laughed. "They'll have all sorts of fun together, mum might not want to let her go so soon." You smiled at the thought of the pictures you knew Anne would send you. Stevie and her in the garden, Stevie in the stroller as they went for a walk, Stevie in the high chair while Anne baked cookies. "Okay. After supper we can get her stuff together." Harry beamed, coming over to kiss your forehead. "Thank you, baby. And if it gets to be too much, we can pick her up early. We can do whatever you need, okay?" Despite Harry's constant reassurance, you felt no less anxious the next day. You checked and re-checked Stevie's bag, making sure she had enough clothes to last her a week. "Lovie, she's only gonna be there for two days," Harry reminded you gently. "No, I know, but what if she spits up a lot? Sometimes she spits up a whole bunch and then she'll need to be changed, and what if-" "Hey, hey," he cut you off, placing his hands on your shoulders and speaking in a soothing tone. "It'll be alright. She's gonna be fine. She has enough clothes, and everything is gonna be okay." You nodded, taking a deep breath as you looked into his eyes. "Right. She's gonna be fine."

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"And the milk is here-" you held up several plastic bags- "I'll put this in the fridge. And to heat it up- wait, you already know how to heat up milk," you laughed nervously. "Um, and her onesies are all in the backpack. I have extras in there- a lot of extras, because sometimes she spits up a lot. And then her diffuser is in there too- we usually put a few drops of lavender oil in there, it helps her sleep. And diapers and wipes and diaper cream are all in the bag, and... oh! Her stuffed bunny. It helps her calm down if she's fussy. And I think... that should be everything," You exhaled, trying to smile at Anne. Harry put his arm around your waist. "Y/N, she knows how to take care of a baby. Look how well i turned out!" Despite how nervous you were, you managed to laugh. "Right. I'm just... I'm sorry, I've never been away from her." "It's alright," Anne smiled reassuringly. "I understand how scary it is to be away from her for the first time. But you can call or FaceTime, or if it's too much you can come pick her up." "Thank you," you sighed. "We should probably get going before i change my mind." Harry nodded, unbuckling Stevie from her carrier. He hugged her to his chest, kissing the top of her head. "I'll miss you so much," he said. "But you'll have so much fun with your grandma. And we'll see you soon, okay?" he kissed her one more time before handing her over to you. "Be good for your grandma, okay? I love you," you kissed her just like Harry had. "I love you so much." Before you could start crying, you handed her to Anne. "Thank you so much for this, Anne," you said. "We really appreciate it." "You're a godsend," harry agreed. "Thank you." "Of course, I'm happy to have her," Anne smiled. "Now shoo, so i can spend some time with her!"

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"It's so quiet," Harry said as you walked into the house. "I'm not used to it." "I know," You laughed. "There's no cartoons or baby shark, it's crazy." "Can't say I miss baby shark, though," he shook his head. "I think we need to find a new song for her." You nodded. "It got old really fast." "It did," he laughed. "And now... we can enjoy some peace... and quiet." He stepped closer to you, smiling as he heard your breath hitch. "I was thinking maybe we could have a bath together?" Your heart started thudding faster in your chest, and not for a good reason. "No," you said quickly. Too quickly. Hurt and confusion flashed across his face, and you immediately wanted to take back your words. "I just- I can't," you said quietly, stepping back. "Is there... did something happen?" he asked gently, eyes softening when he realized how close to tears you were. "What's the matter, love?" "Harry, I just can't," you shook your head as tears welled up in your eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm trying but I just can't get back to normal. I look terrible and I have all these stretch marks and everything is just wrong," you cried, bringing up your hands to cover your face. "Baby..." he whispered, moving closer and opening his arms. "Come here." You did as he asked, walking into his arms and leaning against him as you cried. "I just don't want you to see me," you sniffled. "Your body isn't wrong," he shook his head. "Not at all. It might look different than it did before, but that's because it went through something amazing. It gave us Stevie! It- you are perfect. Alright?" You nodded against his chest. "I just... i really don't like the way i look anymore and i don't think you will either." Since your face was pressed against his shirt, you didn't see the way his face dropped. You didn't see how much it hurt him to hear you talk about yourself this way. You felt him inhale a shaky breath before he hugged you tighter. "I'm so sorry you feel this way. I had no idea how much it was bothering you. I want- I want to show you how much I love you. Will you let me show you?" "How?" you said quietly. "Do you trust me?" You hesitated for only a moment before nodding. He smiled, pulling back and taking your hand. He lead you into your bedroom, closing the door behind the two of you. He crossed the room to stand in front of you again, his fingers gripping the hem of your shirt. "Can i take this off?" he asked quietly, keeping his eyes on yours. He must have sensed your hesitancy, because he dropped his hands down to his sides. "It's just me," he reminded you. "We don't have to if you don't want to, though." "No, it's... it's okay," You decided, raising your arms. He smiled gently, tugging the soft material up and over your head. You kept your eyes on him as soon as the shirt was off your head, too apprehensive to look down at your body. "You're so beautiful," he whispered. He hooked his fingers in the elastic of your sweatpants, looking at you again for confirmation. You nodded, allowing him to pull the rest of the clothing off your body and taking his hand to step out of them. He lead you over to the bed, keeping his eyes on yours the whole way. "Lay back," he instructed quietly, watching as you did what he said. He climbed into the bed behind you, settling himself between your legs to meet your eyes. "You're amazing," he smiled. "The most beautiful woman I've ever seen." he brought his hand down to your stomach, and you cringed immediately when he brushed over one of the marks. "It's okay," he soothed. "There's nothing wrong with these. You know what they are?" You shook your head. "They're little marks that remind us of Stevie. They show how strong you are for carrying her, and keeping her safe until she was ready to come out and meet us. And they show how someday, you'll be able to have another baby, and keep him or her safe just like Stevie. Right? That's all they are." He moved down, leaning his head closer so he could press a soft kiss to one of the marks near your hip. "I don't want you to change anything

about yourself," he said, moving his lips over the lines on your tummy. "I love you just the way you are." Tears were welling up in your eyes again, but this time they weren't from anxiety or fear. This time, they were because you felt overwhelmed by your love for him. "Harry..." He looked up, his face falling when he noticed the tears in your eyes. "No, please don't cry," he said, moving back up to hover over you again. "I'm sorry, please don't be upset," he frowned, wiping one of the tears away with his thumb. You shook your head. "That's not why- i just love you so much," you said, trying your best to smile. "I love you too," he smiled back, leaning down to kiss your forehead, then your nose, then your cheeks, and finally, your lips. "I love you so, so much, and I will show you every day if you'll let me," he sighed, moving off you to lay on his side. He kept one hand on your hip, helping you turn over to look at him. "I want you to tell me if you're ever feeling like this again, okay? I want to know so I can help you." "Okay," you nodded, still sniffling a bit. "Thank you." You leaned against him, tucking your head in his neck. "Thank you." "Of course, lovie." He wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head. "I want you to always know how loved you are. It doesn't matter how many times I have to remind you; i don't ever want you to feel like this and not tell me. I love you way too much to let you be this sad." "I will," you promised. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner." "it's okay," he soothed, running his hand up and down your back. "Do you think... it's okay if you're not ready yet, but do you think we could try taking a bath?" This time, you barely even hesitated before answering. "I think we can try," you nodded. "We can even turn off the lights if you want, just light a few candles," he mused, his face pressed gently against your hair. "It's more romantic that way anyways." "That sounds good," you laughed. "Come on then," he said, sitting up. "One very romantic bath for two, coming right up."

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[whatifxwereyou]

The Oncoming Storm 01 - The Flood

Fandom: Mortal Kombat 2021

Liu Kang x Reader or Kung Lao x Reader

Summary: Reader is a woman in her late 20s who had a peculiar childhood. She worked in her family dojo that was attached to a shop! You wake up in an unfamiliar place, wounded, with a somewhat familiar man. These moments will change your life forever.

A/N: I’ve been a huge Mortal Kombat fan for years and I saw the movie the other day. This reader x fic will follow the path/story/idea of the movies!! I have never done one of these before. If anyone is interested in it, I will continue on. It will either be Kung Lao x Reader or Liu Kang x Reader (or both, depending, bwahaha) but I haven’t decided yet. This is just the beginning. There will be plenty of fluff/establishment/smut if I get that far! Enjoy! Remember this is only for fun. Thanks for reading! Edit- You might notice the writing got better suddenly. I'm going through old chapters to casually edit.

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Your head was spinning. When you opened your eyes, you briefly caught the outline of a small room before it spun around you. Vertigo. It took ages for your head to stop spinning even in the darkness of your mind’s eye. Something cold and wet was pressed gently to your forehead, applying the slightest bit of pressure. Small droplets of water trickled over your brow, down your nose and irritated your sinuses. Others traced down the sides of your face and nestled into the mat of your dyed black hair. It was naturally stark white but you’d kept up with the black to better blend in.

Shifting, the bed beneath you felt plush and foreign. This was not your bed. Your bed was a modest bedroll that often left your back aching. What had you been doing that you would wake up somewhere strange? Flashes of a fight rushed into your mind. That was right! You’d been closing up shop for the night when men had rushed in, donned masks, and dressed in black. They’d been armed with blades.

You sat upright, fists at the ready and prepared for a fight. Your arms were aching and constricted, bound in tight cloth. Pain radiated down to your elbows and up to your shoulders. Coughing, your mouth tasted like smoke- acrid and sickening. Worse than that, you felt your heart beating too hard and too fast. There was a deep, familiar pain inside of you, a pain you hadn’t felt since your youth. You could picture in your mind’s eye your shop in flames and the dojo attached to it catching fire.

“Move slowly.” A confident but quiet voice consoled you. He was Chinese, like you, and his voice was soft but commanding. “You have a fever.” Careful but strong hands urged you to rest back down. In a snap, you knocked his hands away. He removed them with such grace and control that you knew he was either a dancer or a fighter. You guessed the latter. The room spun again but you forced your vision to focus. “I knew you were a martial artist but I did not know the extent of your skills.”

You caught a glimpse of the stranger. His short black hair was messy and pulled back from his forehead in a top knot. He had handsome features, dark eyes, and he was nostranger. You’d seen him before but today he was not wearing the wide-brimmed hat that you associated him with.

“You’re handy with a blade. I’m impressed.” He complimented. It was likely that he thought you were still threatened by him. Smart. You were. He’d been coming to the shop attached to your dojo every few months for the last couple of years. Each time his purchase was drastically different. Sometimes it was a weapon, sometimes precious stones, or herbs. Most times he came in just to have you sharpen a blade that you never saw him with again. You had allowed him entry to the dojo to watch classes and observe goings on. Sometimes he showed up every day for weeks a time. Sometimes you didn’t see him for months.

He’d been harmless. The only words that he’d ever spoken to you had been kind and reserved.

“Where am I?” You decided that was the right question. You knew who he was and what had happened for the most part. It was the ‘where’ that puzzled you.

“Do you remember what happened?”

You threw him a glance with dark eyes and he offered a smile that clearly said you wouldn’t get any answers from him until you gave yours. He was worried that your memory had suffered. The dizziness made sense now. You must have struck your head.

“It was late. I was cleaning up the shop before close when a group of men entered. They were trouble, treating wares carelessly. I asked them to leave since I was closing up. They donned masks and things escalated.” Things had more than escalated but it seemed to you that this stranger already knew many of the details of what had occurred without you saying. The men had threatened you with drawn blades and made demands involving you and your dojo that you had refused to bow to. “I had no choice but to defend myself.”

“You killed them.” It wasn’t an accusation. He just understood how your story ended.

“They left me with no choice. I didn’t ask for violence.” You turned your gaze. The room had finally stopped spinning but in a word, you felt like crap. Coughing, you recalled the fire and snapped your attention back to the friendly stranger. “My shop… the dojo!”

“I’m sorry.” He bowed his head respectfully. “The fire spread too quickly. There was nothing to be done.”

“I have to go. I…”

“You can’t go back.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine. You couldn’t go back. Hanging your head, you resigned to the truth. He was right. You knew it. “I suppose not. I killed those men. I’m a murderer.”

“Those men were cruel and deserved the punishment you dealt them. As far as I’m concerned your action were justified.”

Your brow furrowed. He so easily absolved you of taking the lives of others. You didn’t think the guilt would fade so easily but now was not the time to dwell on it.

“How long have you had the dragon mark?” That was what he really wanted to discuss. His eyes sparkled even in the darkness of the small room- a still completely foreign and strange place. He’d offered you no answers even after you’d given him his.

“Dragon mark?” You didn’t have one as far as you knew. You’d seen others with a dragon marking but had never asked what it meant or why it had been there. You’d once asked your sister about it but she had never noticed the mark on anyone before. Then you’d never spoken of it again. You’d seen things that others could not in your youth and were nervous about bringing things like that up.

“On your back.”

You turned with a snap but it had been foolish. There was no way for you to see it at that angle. Pain shot through you as you searched for it with your left hand. Your forearms had been wrapped tightly but blood was seeping through the gauze, staining it crimson.

“Careful. You were wounded when you offered those men mercy.”

Much to your surprise, he took your hand in his own, the size of his strong hands dwarfing your petite ones. Then he guided your hand carefully to the mark on your lower back. There it was, plain as day. Raised skin in a circle with a dragon head in the middle. It was like a scar, as though you had been branded with it some time ago. Yet, you knew that it hadn’t been there that morning when you’d bathed.

“That’s… new to me.” You didn’t know how else to phrase it and laughed beneath your breath at how silly it sounded not to know it had been there.

“Do you know about the Order of Light?” He was feeling you out, gauging what you knew.

You were hesitant to answer, nervous that what you knew would get you into trouble. When most people entered your shop, they spoke amongst themselves. You learned many secrets that way. You were usually paid little mind unless you were teaching classes or fighting. You’d heard of the Order of Light before. Your curiosity had given you much more than you’d bargained for. You’d learned of other realms, Gods, magic powers. They were the sorts of things you’d read about in fiction. You’d never thought there was much truth to them but part of you had always hoped there was.

“Why do you know so much about what happened to me?” You answered his question with one of your own. It was about time that you got answers instead of just giving them.

“I heard the commotion at your shop. I came to help.” It was his turn to hesitate. “I confess that I’m fond of your dojo. It’s a peaceful reprieve for me. You bring light to a place that has very little.” He bowed his head apologetically, handsome face stern. “It was too late for me to do much but I saw the end of your fight. It was a graceful dance. You offered them mercy and were punished for your kindness. Then the building caught fire. You won the battle but it collapsed with you still inside. I pulled you free before it was too late.”

Funny.

You hadn’t noticed any burns. You remembered fire. You could feel the smoke still in your lungs but the only wounds you remembered suffering were those on your arms and the back of your head. They had to have been terrible. The cold you’d noticed upon waking up had only worsened and now your vision was spotty and hazy around the edges.

“When the authorities came to deal with the fire, I brought you somewhere safe. I didn’t wish for you to be caught.” He lifted his gaze and placed his fist against his palm with a polite bow. “I’m Kung Lao. Forgive my rudeness for not introducing myself earlier.”

You laughed.

There was no way!

You hadn’t heard that name in years. He was confused by your laughter and cocked an eyebrow. “I’m sorry. I haven’t heard that name in ages. It’s not a common one either. You can’t be Kung Lao.”

“…but I am.”

“The only Kung Lao I’ve ever known died years ago.”

“That’s what was told to people when I left.” Kung Lao’s eyes were shining with amusement. The flicker of the candle resting on the small table next to the bed you rested in danced in his dark eyes. “Do we know each other?”

“If you are, in fact, the same Kung Lao who grew up here then yes, we did. I’m Y/N but I used to go by Y/N.” You hadn’t used your full name in years. It had rarely been used other than to tease you so you’d shortened it. Back then you’d been ill and the other kids had been afraid of you. “Kung Lao was my friend. A stubborn but sweet boy. We played together. He was one of the only people in town not afraid of me. Teased me which… made me angrier than it should have but he was apologetic afterward. The last time I saw him he gave me a purple flower. They don’t grow here anymore. I honestly have no idea where he got it. I could never find them again.”

Kung Lao was completely taken aback.

You supposed you could see the similarities. He could have been your Kung Lao all grown up, about twenty years later. He had similarly shaped eyes. Perhaps the familiarity of him had been why you’d trusted him to sit in on lessons. The idea that he was the same Kung Lao from your childhood made your stomach tighten up in knots. That was too much to deal with right now.

“Y/N?” His voice was soft and thoughtful as if he struggled to find truth in your words.

You bowed your head politely in greeting but it ached so terribly that you held it in your hands. Every movement felt like ice flowing through your veins. When you opened your eyes again your vision went from spotty to completely black. You’d gone blind! Panic raced through your thoughts and you blinked your eyes closed tight. Praying, you opened them again and were grateful that you could see even if your vision was still spotty. The room seemed hazier than before.

“Careful. Lay back and rest.” Kung Lao placed his hand on your shoulder to guide you but you pushed it away again.

“No, no. I should get something to eat. And some water. That will help.” You were sure that your vision was fading from blood loss or exhaustion. Either way food would help. You carefully draped your legs over the side of the bed. Your clothing was singed and bloodied. Gravity disagreed with your arms and your aching head, so you wound up hunching over. Kung Lao helped you sit upright again.

“Your fever is too high. What you need is a doctor.”

“You asked me about the Order of Light.” You ignored his concern in favor of more answers.

“Yes.”

“Then you know about the other realms, too? Is it true?”

Kung Lao was again taken by surprise and stuttered on his words comically.

“I must sound crazy. A man in a coolie hat, well the fanciest one that I’ve ever seen before, came in a few times over the years. I always thought he seemed a little funny. He referred to China as Earthrealm and mentioned the Order of Light in passing. I was curious as to what any of that meant and well, the internet is a fount of information, even for things like that. Most of what I read was on forums and conspiracy sites so I put next to no stake in it. Is any of it true?”

“I’m not the one who should be telling you this.”

“Kung Lao.” You scolded which incited a confident grin from him.

“Have you heard of Mortal Kombat then as well?”

You considered those words. You’d never heard them before so you shook your head no. At least you hadn’t heard them the way that he’d phrased them, as though it were something associated with the Order of Light.

“The mark on your back means that you’ve been chosen to fight.” Kung Lao began on what you were sure would be a lengthy explanation of what would come next but you had tuned him out. Your vision was blurring again. It faded around the edges and the world spun. You felt like you were floating.

“Kung Lao?” You interrupted, grasping blindly for him but your hands had gone numb. There was urgency in your voice.

“It’s okay. I’ll take you to Raiden’s Temple and there you’ll be guided through…”

“Not that. I can’t… I can’t see!” Panic was thick in your voice. Your breath was suddenly short in your chest and you collapsed against him, falling into unconsciousness.

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Promise me - Fushiguro Megumi

Synopsis: After being attacked by a cursed spirit, Megumi comes to a realization that will change everything

Words: 3.8k

Author’s Note: My requests are open, so feel free to send me short prompts or headcanons if you want to! (For Jujutsu Kaisen characters) 

You turned and tossed in your bed, trying to finally get comfortable, but no matter what you tried, nothing felt right.  For the umpteenth time you reached for your bedside table, searching for your phone in the dark. When your fingers brushed against a sleek surface, you grabbed your phone and the screen illuminated, making you wince and squint your eyes. The artificial light bathed your room in a cold blue color, causing the shadows at the foot of your bed to dance. They looked a lot more frightening than usual.

You sighed, turning to your side and trying not to look too closely at them before your imagination could run wild. Besides, you had other things to worry about.

You tapped your screen, watching as the image changed to your recent chat with your boyfriend. He still hasn’t read any of your messages and that had you worried.

[5.56pm] Megumi: Hey, are you home?

[6.02pm] Y/N: Yeah, I’m here!

[6.06pm] Megumi: Is it okay if I come over later?

[6.07pm] Y/N: Of course!

[6.47pm] Y/N: Hey, I know you didn’t specify when you’d come, but will you be long? I could cook dinner if you haven’t eaten yet. What do you feel like having tonight?

[7.25pm] Y/N: Megumi? Is everything alright?

[7.55pm] Y/N: Why aren’t you reading my texts? I tried to call but you’re not picking up… I’m worried. Pls just tell me you’re okay

[8.32pm] Y/N: Megumi?

[9.45pm] Y/N: Hello?

[10.39pm] Y/N: It’s getting really late… I take it you’re not gonna make it…

[11.16pm] Y/N: I’m going to bed now… I placed the spare key underneath the mat out front just in case you’re still coming. I hope you’re safe… call me anytime and I’ll pick up

You reread your texts over and over, gnawing on your bottom lip. Could something have happened? Did he get into an accident? Or maybe he was back doing whatever shady things he did at night. Megumi wasn’t the most upfront about his feelings or things that were on his mind. But it wasn’t just that… it wasn’t necessarily that you thought he was lying to you, but he wasn’t telling you the whole truth either. A few white lies you could excuse and you hoped that eventually he’d be comfortable enough to open up about the things that were gnawing on him. Time passed, your relationship moved forward but still… he never seemed to be fully honest with you.

The familiar sound of a key being turned in its lock brought you back to reality. Immediately, you jumped out of bed, wobbling through the darkness with your phone as a flashlight. The door creaked open as you peered around the corner. Logically, it could only mean that Megumi had decided to come after all, but you wanted to make sure that it wasn’t in fact a burglar or creep that had seen you put the key under the mat earlier in the day.

The person coming through the door grunted, toeing their shoes off by the entrance and moving forward sluggishly. The light your phone had provided earlier was off now and you couldn’t see the intruders face. Another low grunt left his lips and he cursed under his breath, telling you everything you needed to know. It was definitely Megumi.

“What the hell took you so long?” You questioned, turning the light on. Megumi flinched at the sudden brightness… or your voice, you couldn’t tell. Another curse word left his lips and upon finally being able to see his face you couldn’t help the gasp that was caught in your throat. There was blood all over his face. His right eye had a dark purple bruise beneath it and his clothes were dirty and torn. One arm was slung across his torso as he stood with a slight slouch as if standing up straight would tear him apart.

“I’m sorry…” He croaked, face contorting in pain, though, you could tell he was trying to hold it back. Hesitantly he took another step forward while you rushed to his side. “I’m sorry,” he repeated as he tried to hold onto the wall, but before he could even reach out, he stumbled forward and collapsed on the floor.

“Megumi!”

***

“This one’s for you,” she smiled at him while placing a cup of tea and a tasty looking pastry in front of him.

“I haven’t ordered anything yet,” Megumi told her, but her smile didn’t falter.

“I know,” she said and he looked at her confused. “It’s my treat. You look like you could use a little something to cheer you up.” Megumi still looked at her in confusion, which she mistook for dislike. “Uh, I’m sorry… Maybe I should’ve asked first if this was okay… Maybe you don’t even like tea. I can get you something else too, no problem. Or the pastry… I mean maybe you’re allergic or something… I really didn’t think that through, did I? Oh, I’m so sorry!” She stumbled over her words as she hurriedly tried to place the tea and pastry back on her tray. Gently, Megumi placed one hand above her own to halt her hectic movements.

“It’s fine, thank you!” He tried to offer her a smile, but the way the corners of his mouth pulled up felt foreign on his face. It felt like a puppet master was pulling the strings and he didn’t like it. “I appreciate it. I was just surprised, that’s all,” Megumi reassured her and he could instantly see her relax.

“Okay, good,” she sighed in relief. “Well, then enjoy it. If you want to order something else, just wave for me and I’ll be sure to get it.” Her smile on the other hand didn’t look forced or that it held any malice behind it. Instead, it offered warmth and Megumi found himself craving more of that strange feeling that was starting to spread through his whole body. It was stupid, really. All she did was smile and offer him some tea and a pastry, but yet… he couldn’t help but notice that the small smile on his face no longer felt so foreign to him.

***

Megumi winced as he opened his eyes. He was met with a dark room. The only illumination coming from a creak in the blinds where the light of the street lamps from outside caused shadows to dance on the opposite wall. His head was pounding and it took him some time to recollect everything that had happened.

Right… He had been on his way over to your place when he suddenly felt an immense presence of cursed energy fast approaching. Without thinking, his legs took him where the energy felt the most concentrated. It didn’t take him long to find what he was searching looking for. The curse seemed especially heinous, but it couldn’t have been more than a semi-1 grade. He was sure, he could take it. So without further ado, he summoned his shikigami and attacked the cursed creature without mercy. He had been fine at first. It hadn’t been that difficult to hold his own against the curse, but not long after a few successful strikes, the situation turned on him and he was thrown across the space like a rag doll. He was able to recover quickly, but the hit had definitely caused some damage. Nonetheless, he was able to exorcise the curse, but collapsed soon after. When he came to, his whole body hurt, but he was sure that he wasn’t bleeding internally and the worst thing he had were probably a few fractions along his ribs. He should be fine. And then he remembered that he was supposed to meet you. His phone had been completely demolished and he didn’t know how late it was. At first he debated if he should just go to Jujutsu Tech right away, but when he looked around himself, he noticed how close he was to your apartment complex. Why had that cursed spirit been this close to a normal residential area anyways? Without thinking about it, he willed his beaten body to move forward. He had to make sure you were okay, not matter what.  He would just check and see if you were okay and then he could leave again and seek treatment for his wounds. But you had to be his priority right now.

When he reached your apartment, though, he noticed the black spots that were already clouding his vision. Maybe the hit to the head had been worse than he anticipated… That’s where his memory gave out. He must’ve passed out again shortly after that.

Megumi heard a light whimper from somewhere beside him and his head immediately snapped in the direction of the sound. Form the looks of it, you had fallen asleep sitting by the bed. Your head was resting on your arms and your hair had fallen in your face.

Megumi dragged one hand over his face, feeling that his face had apparently been plastered with gauze. You must’ve cleaned his wounds. He sighed. He shouldn’t have come here. He didn’t even mean for you to see him like this. All he wanted was to check if you were okay and then leave again. Now, he had you worried and how in the hell was he supposed to explain what happened anyway? Getting you mixed up in his business was the last thing he wanted. Someone like you should remain in the light, oblivious to the things that lurked in the dark. Megumi was not part of that light. He belonged in the shadows. And while he always thought that light had the power to cast away shadows and expel the darkness, he realized now that that thought had been foolish. The darkness also had the power to swallow the light. A sudden image of his sister flashed before his inner eye. Megumi was cursed in more than one way, but he’d be damned if he dragged you down with him.

Suddenly, everything became clear to him and he knew what he had to do, though, the thought made him sick. Couldn’t he be selfish just this once? No, not if that meant forcing you to go through the same hell he went through every day. He couldn’t ever be selfish if it came to you.

Megumi sat up, low grunts leaving his throat as a surge of pain traveled up his spine.

“Huh?” Your voice rang through the darkened room. Shit, he didn’t mean to wake you up. “Megumi? Are you awake?”

Shit, shit, shit… No, he couldn’t face you. He didn’t know what to say. “Uh, yeah.” His own voice sounded foreign to his ears. It felt like he was underwater. Everything was muffled and sounded miles away. The throbbing in his head didn’t make things any better.

“How are you feeling? Do you need some pain killers? Water?” You immediately jumped to your feet, frantic at the thought of him being in any pain whatsoever. It made his heart ache for you. Even though, he told himself that he could never be selfish when it came to you, he knew that was a lie. He had been selfish all this time. Getting involved with you, spending time with you and getting to know you… falling in love and making you fall for him. That was probably the most selfish thing he had ever done in his life. And now he was paying the price for it…

“Don’t worry so much, I’m fine.” He swatted away your hand that was holding out a glass of water for him. Reluctantly, you sat it back down on the nightstand.  

It was silent for a little while. Neither one of you sure what to say, but when Megumi heard your quiet sobs he was sure that the sound of his heart breaking into a million pieces bounced off your apartment walls. “Of course I worry, Megumi… How could I not worry?! I mean, look at you!” He could tell that you tried your best to muffle your cries, but the pain in your voice was still very much evident. He hated this…. He hated himself for this… How could he have been this stupid?! “What happened to you? Please, tell me what happened… I know you like to keep things bottled up and I don’t ever want to pressure you into telling me things you don’t want to, but Megumi, please… I – I just don’t know what to do anymore… I feel so helpless seeing you like this. I just – I…” It was hard finding the right words to express what you were feeling. Because suddenly no word in the world felt close enough to be able to describe the pain you were feeling right this moment.

“It’s nothing for you to worry about,” he brushed you off. What could he say anyway? On my way here, I fought a cursed spirit and while I was able to exorcise it, I sure got my ass handed to me? Right, there was no way he could tell you the truth. Nor did he want to. Another image of his sister reminded him of what he had to do… Why didn’t he see it sooner? He couldn’t drag you into this.

“Why can’t you just be honest with me?? Why?!” The tears were streaming down your face freely now. There was no longer any strength left in you to hold them back. What was the point? “I mean, how is this supposed to work if you can’t trust me? If you can’t talk to me?” You asked him, tone desperate, almost sounding like a plea. “How is this going to end, huh?” With your sleeve you dried your cheeks, blinking rapidly to clear up your vision. Everything was a blur, but you had to see his face. A gut-wrenching feeling overpowering you, telling you that this might be the last time you’d see it.

Megumi didn’t say a word, but the pain in his eyes reflected your own. There was a slight tremble to his lips, but he collected himself and went back to his usual stoic expression before you could confirm it soundly. Silently he got up from the bed, averting your eyes as he stood up. At first you thought he was going to take you in his arms, cooing into your ear that everything would be alright. That he just needed a little more time, but surely, he would open up eventually. You wanted his arms around your shaking body. You wanted to feel safe, you wanted to feel loved… by him. And only him. But you should’ve known better. This just wasn’t Megumi. Instead of taking you in his arms, he brushed past you, leaving you trembling as shaky and shallow breaths threatened to suffocate you. For just a split second, you couldn’t move. Your mind twisting and turning in every direction, making it feel like you were glued to the ground for an eternity. Your vision started to blur again and you desperately looked up at the ceiling, trying to blink the tears away. Everything felt suffocating. The ceiling. The walls. It made you feel like you were trapped inside a tiny box with no way to escape. Were you having a panic attack? In an attempt to control your breathing, you clutched your heart, feeling it hammering inside your rib cage at an abnormally accelerated speed. Were you going to pass out?

The sound of shoes being put on, broke you out of your frenzy, though, it put your nerves on edge even more… if that was possible. Was he leaving? He couldn’t be… Not now, not at a time like this… Not when you needed him so desperately.

Your feet moved before your mind registered it. Megumi had one hand on the door handle and when he finally spoke, he didn’t even look at you. “I’m sorry for causing you so much pain, Y/N. I really am… but I think it’s better that way.”

He turned the knob of the handle while your mind tried to keep up with what he was trying to say. It didn’t take you long to piece everything together.

“No! Megumi, please! Wait!” You rushed forward, one hand on the door, keeping him from opening it. “Please, don’t do this. Please.” Your voice was barely above a whisper at this point. “Please, you can’t leave me. Please.” Uncontrollable sobs were leaving your mouth. Under different circumstances you’d probably be embarrassed by the way you were acting, pathetically, sobbing like a child.

Out of the corner of your eyes you could see Megumi’s lip tremble again. This time, though, he wasn’t as quick to cover it up. Was he crying too? Was this why he wouldn’t look at you? But you needed to see his face. You needed to see his face so desperately. What if it was the last time you’d see it? The last chance to see his beautiful ocean eyes framed by his long lashes? What if this was it? Forever?

“I’m sorry…” Megumi spoke again. His voice was collected, but you could tell, it took him a lot of strength to uphold the façade. “I can’t do it anymore, Y/N. We don’t work… this,” he gestured between the two of you, “doesn’t work.”

“Where is this coming from all of a sudden? Why now?” He still wasn’t looking at you. Anger welled up inside of you, enhancing your utter frustration.  “Look at me! Why can’t you even look at me?!” Your voice rose an octave, visibly catching Megumi off guard. He flinched slightly, but remained as rigid as before. Until finally, he turned around.

Salty streaks painted his cheek and his eyes were more bloodshot than before. So he was crying after all.

“You don’t have to do this. You don’t have to keep punishing yourself, Megumi!”

“Would you just stop?!” He snapped. He ran one hand through his hair, pulling at the roots in frustration. “Just shut up, okay?” Though, he lowered his tone a little, the words still cut you all the same. It felt like he was plunging a dagger in hurt chest, twisting and turning the handle and ripping you open from the inside out. “I should’ve never gotten involved with you in the first place.  It was a mistake… Us, we’re… we’re –,“ he stuttered, words caught in his throat that were painful to utter out loud, but Megumi knew he had to say them. He had to, although, he didn’t mean them. You needed to hear these words and you needed to hear them from him. He had to hurt you like that or else you might never let him go. But you had to if you wanted to live the happy life he imagined for you. With him in the picture there was no bright future. All you would get and all he had to offer was pain and despair. This was his life. This was his burden to bear. Not yours. He wouldn’t condemn you to a life of misery. A life in darkness. It was a shame that it took him so long to realize this. “You and I, we don’t work. This has been a mistake from the start. I don’t think I ever really loved you, Y/N. I’m sorry…”

Your eyes widened in shock. If his previous words had hurt, these words were giving you the final blow, death already lurking behind the corner. This had to be a joke, right? How could he say that? How could he say that to your face like that? And why was he looking at you with pity in his eyes? Were you that pathetic?

“You don’t mean that,” you croaked out. Your throat felt like the Sahara with no water in sight.

“I do,” he confirmed dryly. Suddenly, every emotion seemed to have left his body. All that remained was his natural stoic expression. Maybe he really didn’t care about you at all.

“No, you don’t.” Your voice cracked.

Megumi sighed. Was he annoyed? Probably… But you couldn’t just let him go, right? You just couldn’t… “Don’t make this harder than it was to be. We’re done, Y/N, okay? Just get over it!” He said it as if it were that easy. Just get over it… Right!

“I don’t believe you. I don’t believe you….,” you repeated the phrase over and over again, shaking your head as if you could shake the hurtful words out of your mind with the action.

I don’t think I ever really loved you.

I don’t think I ever loved you.

I don’t think I loved you.

I don’t love you.

“No, no! You don’t mean that! You don’t!”

Megumi hated seeing you like this and he hated it even more that he was the one causing you to hurt so much. But deep down he knew this was for the better. Eventually you would get over it. It might take you a while, but time healed all wounds, right? Someday you’d find someone who could give you the life you wanted. A happy one, a safe one. And that’s all he could ask for. So, he had to make it as easy for you as he possibly could. A clean cut was better than a messy one. Better to just rip the band aid clean off and let the wound heal. “Would you stop it already?!” He yelled. “Look at you! Why would I ever want to be with you?!”  You gasped at his words, tears pooling in your eyes once more.

“What?” The sound was barely audible, shock sitting deep in your bones.

“I don’t want you anymore, you get it?! It was fun while it lasted… but you were just convenient to me, so don’t get the wrong idea, alright?” Megumi’s hand was still resting atop the door handle. He twisted it once more and this time, you didn’t hold him back.

“Convenient?” You asked more to yourself than you meant for him to hear.

Megumi sighed as he turned around to look over his shoulder. You were trembling like a leaf in the wind, arms wrapped around your tiny frame as if you could fall apart at any second. “This was never meant to last…,” Megumi started, his throat oddly constricted as he noticed that you couldn’t even look him in the eyes anymore. Instead your eyes were glued to the ground as if there was a hidden message carved inside that only you could see. “So, please, Y/N, for your sake… just forget about me all together. Forget I ever existed, forget this ever happened. Just promises me to move on, okay? I don’t deserve your tears anyway…”

Before you could even respond, he was already gone. The cold wind from outside lashing at your face mercilessly while all you could do was stand there, unmoving… and you just knew that you couldn’t make that promise.

How could you ever forget him?

***

Part Two

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[nordicpoppie]

BTS - Hyung line - Reaction to adopting a hybrid

This was supposed to be a short reaction but it somehow ended up being longer, my wild imagination took over apologies, so it’ll be posted with Hyung line and Maknae line separated as they’re quite long.

Again feel free to leave some suggestions or criticism for the reactions!

Y/N = Your Name

Seokjin

Jin had previously owned a few hybrids, but he was actually against the owning hybrids part. He wanted the hybrids to be as free as humans. 

When Jin found you, you had been hiding out behind a dumpster in a dark alleyway. You were thin, ribs showing and your hair was matted and dirty. You looked like you'd never had a proper meal or had a bath. 

At first you were very hesitant to follow Jin. And understandably so, it was humans who had caused you harm so trusting another human would be difficult. 

Jin returned many days and brought you food and water to slowly build up a trust between you. Slowly he started learning more about you and you about him. 

Finally after a month of these small exchanges between you, you decided to take him up on his offer and go with him. Jin took you to his apartment where he worked from home as a lawyer.

He showed you what would be your room and told you you’d go out to buy necessities the day after. He brought you food and made sure you were warm and happy staying there.

In the days following Jin taught you about society and how to get a job and buy clothes and food, all necessary if you had to survive and function. While it was very hard for you to adapt to the many strange scents and many humans, you were very grateful to him for teaching you.

While Jin was teaching you all these things, he prepared paperwork to first adopt you, and then later set you free. According to the law you had to be owned by someone for at least 1 year before they could set you free. Jin had told you prior to this that he probably needed to adopt you if you wanted to be set free to which you agreed.

As the months went by you and Jin grew closer, despite Jin trying to maintain a certain distance to you, he couldn’t help but grow close to you. You couldn’t help but feel fond of him either, he always helped you and he was nice towards you. 

As the year was coming to an end, Jin had consulted his friends about his feelings and they’d told him to just keep living with him, if not as a hybrid as an equal to him. Being very hesitant Jin asked you at dinner if you’d want to be his hybrid or if you’d want to stay and live with him after being set free.

Feeling a heavy weight lift off his shoulders he was suddenly surprised with a physical weight in his arms. You’d jumped into his arms laughing and smiling brightly while repeating “Yes! Yes!”. 

A few days after you were a free hybrid with a job, and you were staying with Jin in his apartment.

Namjoon

Namjoon worked in a very popular company, and his parents and grandparents were from a very rich conglomerate so needless to say there were a lot of expectations for him. 

Usually rich people like Namjoon and his family would own at least 3 hybrids of rare breeds, however Namjoon had yet to buy any.

Namjoon didn’t understand or see the gall in owning hybrids, yes they were fascinating creatures, but he couldn’t see himself owning one with how busy he was at work. And even if he had time, he couldn’t possibly imagine finding a hybrid that would have the same hobbies or interests as him.

His family however kept pushing him to buy one so in the end he went to an adoption center just to look so he had an excuse for the next gathering.

When he arrived at the adoption center he had already made up his mind, he wasn’t walking home with a hybrid today, if he ever was. Even if he found a hybrid that matched what his parents wanted, a high end expensive rare breed, they couldn’t possibly have the same interests.

Needless to say Namjoon wanted a hybrid that would talk with him and share hobbies with him. He didn’t just want something pretty, he wanted a companion.

As an employee came up to him, asking what he was looking for, Namjoon gave her a short description of his hobbies and hopes for the hybrid.

The employee immediately clapped their hands, claiming they had one just for him. A young hybrid, though not exactly a rare breed, but one that fit the description Namjoon gave.

The employee asked Namjoon to wait while she went to get the hybrid.

When the employee returned, there was a hybrid with them. They had a big book under their arms and a curious look in their eyes.

Surprised to see such a big book in the hybrids arms Namjoon went closer, only to notice that the book was one of his own favourites.

The employee told them to get comfortable and get to know each other before they left them to themselves.

A short while later Namjoon and the hybrid, who he now knew was called Y/N were busy talking and learning about each other.

By the end of the day you both agreed that Namjoon would return a few times the next week to really check your chemistry before he would adopt you.

Needless to say Namjoon soon realized the chemistry between you was just right, so he ended up adopting you and bringing you home just a week later.

While Namjoons parents weren’t exactly thrilled with your breed, they couldn’t complain as their son had finally found the perfect hybrid that fitted his personality and made him beyond happy and thrilled.

Yoongi

Yoongi had long wanted to adopt a hybrid, however he had yet to find the one suited for him. Most hybrids were hyperactive energy bombs, who were noisy and had many demands,not something Yoongi wanted anything to do with, especially seeing as he worked from home and needed peace and quiet.

He had visited many different hybrid centers and been written up for adoption at all of them, if they found a hybrid fitting his description.

However none of them had contacted him yet, which meant he would have to wait a long time or just keep searching.

When entering a new center that he hadn’t visited earlier he was very surprised at the lack of noise. Usually the centers were booming with shouts and yells from hybrids who were playing with each other.

While an employee showed him around the center he spotted a tiny hybrid with giant headphones on their head. They looked very concentrated with whatever they were doing. Intrigued, Yoongi decided to walk closer and ask about it.

Feeling someone tap your shoulder you looked up, a bit annoyed that someone disturbed your quiet time. Surprise soon took over however as you noticed it was a possible adopter, and you had just given them your most annoyed face.

Thinking you had just ruined all chances of being adopted by him, you were surprised when he started asking questions about what you were doing, your name and hobbies.

As you started talking you noticed how much he actually made you want to talk, usually you were quiet and stayed away from others, but this person made you want to talk.

The employee came over after a while and asked how it was going, as well as asking if Yoongi would like to adopt you.

Though Yoongi did feel a great connection between you already, he was unsure if he should adopt you.

The employee suggested a trial period where you would go to Yoongi's house and stay for 14 days, before he and you together would decide if you’d get adopted. 

During the trial period Yoongi noted how attentive you were to not only your own needs, but also his needs. You brought him food and water when he was working and you made sure he actually got sleep and breaks from work.

Meanwhile Yoongi also noted that you really liked talking to him, but were very shy around others. 

When the 14 days were up, Yoongi told you his decision to adopt you, if you wanted to. Elated you jumped around him while holding your signed adoption papers.

While Yoongi normally would get annoyed at people jumping around him, he simply smiled happily at you.

Hoseok

Hoseok already owned one hybrid, but he had wanted to adopt another for a while. Both because he wanted his hybrid to have a friend while he worked, but also because he really adored hybrids.

While Hoseok himself was quite the sunshine, he couldn’t beat his hybrid. They were like a shining star full of energy. This also meant Hoseok couldn’t just adopt any hybrid, he needed an energetic hybrid.

While energetic hybrids weren’t exactly rare, it was hard to find the good energetic ones. Most of the energetic hybrids were just out of control, who would trash the apartment in their flurry of energy.

When Hoseok went to the adoption center he saw many energetic hybrids. They were running around, chasing each other, playing some kind of tag.

He observed for a while and went to ask an employee which of them were up for adoption as well as which of them fit his description.

Surprisingly the employee led him to another room where more hybrids were running and playing. 

There they pointed to the hybrid chasing the others around. 

Watching them play for a bit Hoseok went over to talk with the hybrid after their game. While the other hybrids seemed to want to continue, you knew when to stop to not go overboard.

Hoseok noticed this and already he felt positive you’d be a perfect fit. However, to be sure he wanted to converse with you and get to know you.

When you told him about your favourite movies and favourite music Hoseok wanted to grab your hand right then and there, and run to sign the papers. But he had to make sure not only he and you got along, but also you and his other hybrid would get along.

The employee arranged a meeting between you and Hoseok's hybrid. While meeting each other was awkward at first, you soon bonded and started playing together, much to Hoseok's joy.

Deciding after just a week of meeting you, to adopt you, Hoseok brought you home to celebrate your adoption and welcome you to his home.

While Hoseok prepared the dinner, you and his hybrid would run around and play, like you’d do many days in the future too.

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[youarejesting]

Hope in the sheets.9

[Masterlist]

Beta: N/A Pairing: Hoseok x Reader Genre: Friendship, Comedy, Soft boy, Fluff, SMUT, Friends2Lovers, Words: 4.2k

Summary: You held many titles: his neighbor, colleague, wing-man… well, more likely a wing-woman, yet most importantly, you were his best friend. You had been friends since you were born. Between the two of you, you were younger; barely, but he never let you forget it. He always seemed to ruffle your hair and tease you, which could get rather annoying but he made up for it by treating you to things.

What if a drunken one night stand between you and your best friend Hoseok leads to more complicated situations? Your reckless twenties are cut short as you find yourself suddenly responsible for something a little more.

Warning: Implied sex, pregnancy, implied reader has baby.

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Waking up every morning beside his childhood friend, his most trusted confidant, former neighbor, and the woman he was utterly in love with, was always the most amazing thing. When the two of you had confessed your feelings to one another in the darkness, solidifying the moment with the best sex Hoseok had ever had. Well, that was even better.

Brushing a few strands of hair out of your face he admired just how beautiful you were. Memories of the two of you flooding back; at your school prom when Hoseok had been too nervous to tell you how he felt. Whilst the two of you were in college and you kissed him during a drinking game. When you both applied for jobs at the amusement park and the two of you swore that if neither of you got accepted then neither of you wanted to work there.  The times you would knock on his door when your shower stopped working, or the time you both spent tickets to go to Yoongi’s performance across the country and spent the rest of the month without any electricity. He thought you looked so beautiful in candlelight.

There were so many moments he told himself that he should tell you how he felt but he repressed it, unsure how or if your relationship would change. What you had going was good and he would rather spend his life by your side watching you smile than a second away.

It had been hell without you in his life. You had been slowly pulling away from him since you found out about the pregnancy. He felt it the day you moved out, he had knocked on your door and almost had a breakdown. Even that wasn’t as bad as your fight, when he found out you had lied it was like the ultimate rejection. 

It was like you didn’t want him to be a part of any of this, that you would rather erase him from your life and pretend the baby wasn’t his. He felt rejected and he reacted badly, he drove and cried, he drank and waited for any excuse to bring you back. He said some nasty things in an effort to remove the hurt from him, to target it somewhere else but seeing you cry only made him hurt worse.

It was after all this that he grew even more depressed, the thought that it was over, your friendship, the bond you shared that spanned over years shattered into pieces. All he could think about was apologizing and begging for you to let him stay, as a friend, as a father, even as a servant, he was desperate.

You were his oxytocin and he was addicted. He never felt love or happiness when you were gone. Stirring he leaned over to pepper kisses over your cheeks the fear in his chest that last night's actions might be classified as a late-night compulsive activity. Like dying your hair and cutting bangs, something you know you shouldn’t but you do because you can’t help it.

“Good morning, Lil darling,” he said, taking a slow breath as you stretched as if preparing for the worst. He prayed that your eyes would fall on him with love and not disgust. 

“Hi,” your face split into a wide grin and you buried your face in your little hands.

“Hey, what are you shy for?” he said, picking up on your playful and giddy mood.

“We had sex.” You snickered into your palms and he tried to pry your arms free. “Wait no, I am not ready to look at you.”

“Was it bad, love?” Hoseok whispered quietly hoping that you didn’t regret it. If you did, he would play it cool, take it like a gentleman, and move on as just your friend.

“No, it was nice…” you said peeking through your fingers, “and you were really good”

“I was good?” He grinned, “I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No, I really had a good time.”

“But?”

“No buts, I was just going to ask if perhaps you might want to do it again sometime.”

Hoseok’s smile was so wide his lips pulled up until they were shaped like a heart, “Whenever you would like.” He kissed your palms and slid the blankets down making you grab for them.

“Hey Woah, I am naked!” You scolded him.

“I know silly, I want to say good morning to my baby.” He gave you a face as if he was trying to challenge you to a fight, not a real one, the silly kind with tickles. “Plus I saw this beautiful body last night.”

He pulled the blanket down and your hands covered your bare chest, he giggled and exposed your rounded tummy and leaned down whispering something you couldn’t hear and he planted multiple kisses to the fullness until the baby kicked back against his lips. He looked offended, his face down turning as if he was about to cry and he held his chin turning to you.

“Hobi got kicked! Baby doesn’t like Hobi!” You were cackling. Hoseok knew how much you loved his aegyo and how much it made you laugh. Your laugh made his heart flutter and you shot out of bed, all thoughts of nudity out the window.

“I have to go pee. You can’t make me laugh like that Hobi, I am pregnant!” you accused and shut the bathroom door behind you.

The two of you ended up showering together, hands wandering each other's bodies some more. “I wish I wasn’t huge, it would be easier to have sex and I would feel a lot sexier.”

“I am sorry you feel that you aren’t sexy but I disagree, Lil darling, I think you are the most captivating being in my life before you were pregnant, while you are pregnant, and when you have the baby too.”

~

“Come on Hobi, the class is going to start,” you arrived and took a seat on a bright yellow mat and Hoseok sat behind you pulling you back into his chest. He peppered your jawline with kisses making you laugh.

“Welcome back, Mummies and Daddies.” The woman walked in, her light green polo with a stalk on the front and the company logo. She looked happy to see you two again. Smiling at how affectionate you two had become. “How are we all today, let’s go around the room and talk about what's been happening?”

Hoseok was diligently learning how to bathe and dress and hold the baby, he was doing really well and you felt the tears fall before you knew it. “What is wrong mummy?” The woman knelt beside me.

“I just, I was doing this on my own and I was so scared, but seeing Hobi doing so well, I just felt like this weight had been lifted and I am so proud and I love him so much.” Your voice was distorted by the strain of trying to hold back your sobs.

“Do you hear that, Mummy Hope says she was scared about having to do everything on her own but when she saw Daddy Hope doing well it lifted a weight off her shoulders. Let's all take a moment to understand that every mummy gets scared. Do you get scared Mummies? Do any daddies feel out of place?”

“I felt kind of out of place at the beginning but knowing that I could provide some sort of comfort and relief to my partner, I will try my best.” The young man spoke honestly for a moment and smiled at his partner.

“Thank you so much, Daddy Mogi,” The woman said. “It is nice to let each other know how much you appreciate their contribution. I am sure Mummy Mogi and Daddy Hope feel really happy to have such wonderful partners.”

Hoseok nodded, crawling over and kissing you softly. “You don’t have to do everything alone. I am going to be there. We got this.”

The night ended with a weak juice and cheesecake slice, you watched Hoseok talking with the other dads happily. “He really adores you, it’s cute,” the woman from the blue mat smiled. She and her partner chose the name kimchi.

“I think I remember you saying you were both friends when you first came here.” You blushed, filling them in on the story. They loved the gossip and were so happy you two had found each other. 

“Not long now.” the instructor smiled looking at your belly. “I have a few little activity sheets here, just fun things you and your partner might enjoy.”

~

Friday came around and the two of you arrived at ‘Jin and Tonic’ for pizza night and stayed for some dancing. You ordered a cold lemonade at the bar, in a baby doll dress that did nothing to hide your voluptuous figure. You didn’t notice all the men staring but Hoseok sure did. He was excited that the gang was all back together. He loved this little family all of you had made and the new additions were well welcomed.

“Who is this Yummy mummy at the bar?” Hoseok slid up to the bar beside you, “I will have what she's having.”

“One lemonade coming right up,” Jimin said, disengaging from his longing gaze at Taehyung, who sat across the bar trying to appear nonchalant, but the guy couldn’t even drink alcohol without cringing and gagging. He was currently nursing a Fanta, watching Jimin from behind his bangs.

“How are you and Taehyung going?” You asked Jimin. “Did he come over for the photoshoot?”

“He did and we didn’t do anything, he took pictures and I was naked but he kept telling me he didn’t want me to do anything for free as he respected my business and wanted to support me.” Jimin sighed, “I work two jobs and I don’t want him to pay. Do I look like I need support?”

You could practically see Jimin stomp his foot along with the pout on his lips, “I think your ass needs some support, and Taehyung’s hands are big enough to do the job.”

Jimin giggled, “doesn’t he just.”

“Perhaps you need to ask Taehyung on a date?” You suggested. “He might be nervous because he is showing interest but you aren’t. He might think you only see him as a sugar daddy.”

“As in I, Park Jimin, go up to that god of a man and ask him if he would go on a date with me?” He said shocked.

“I am saying you, Jimin Eubegene Wolfgang Park the Third, go ask him to go on a date.”

“Oooh… she used your full name, be scared. She is a mum now!” Seokjin laughed, the high pitch sound filling the bar area.

“That’s not my name.” Jimin pouted again

“Mum has spoken, go ask the poor boy out, he is desperate,” Yoongi muttered wiping his face on a cool towel handed to him by Jin, who also gave him an ice-cold lemonade. “I have to get back soon but I will let this remix finish.”

The group watched intrigued by the confident sugar baby, becoming timid and nervous as he walked over to his admirer. You couldn’t hear anything but you saw Taehyung smile making a gesture like he was taking photos and describing something with an animated expression and a grin.

Jimin walked back a pout on his lips and once back he let out a sigh and you felt bad for the poor boy, but you could understand Taehyung's hesitance. “Give it some time, there will be a moment where he can no longer refuse. His feelings will grow too strong and he will come for you.”

“I am ready to give everything up for him, I am ride or die, right now.” Jimin whined, “have you just looked at someone and thought, this is the one, they are my soulmate.”

“Everyday,” Hoseok smiled at you and you blushed but nodded.

“I am going to go to the bathroom.” You slid off the barstool rubbing your back and slowly shuffled along the edge of the room escorted by Hoseok who kept a keen eye out for any trouble, not wanting you to get bumped too hard on your journey. He also helped your travel by stopping any unsolicited hands from rubbing your belly.

“You good?” Hoseok asked outside the bathrooms, concern in his eyes because he couldn’t accompany you inside.

“I can take care of this part myself, trust me I have done this a thousand times.” You kissed him and went to take care of your lemonade strained bladder. It seemed the sugar and cool temperature had your baby kicking a little stronger and if you didn’t go now one wrong move and you would not make it. Ah, the joys of pregnancy.

Sitting down you felt your stomach tense. It was mild, nothing excruciating, perhaps you had sat down wrong, you didn’t want a repeat of the Braxton hicks situation. Taking note of the time you marked it in your app and went to wash your hands. You smiled, feeling a small sense of pride at the feeling of being more mature.

It wasn’t uncommon before you were pregnant to be in these bathrooms and unable to see, the feeling of being out of control scary, exhilarating, and a little addictive. You were much happier now, you felt physically stronger, you felt like you had started organizing your life prioritizing your health.

It was funny. You were out of your mind scared at the idea of having a baby, petrified of what was to come, but you were feeling like somehow it was your turning point to do something with your life to get everything on track. You had goals that you had not only worked towards but had accomplished and that feeling lasted longer and gave more gratification than one night of alcohol-induced numbness and two days of recovery.

Waddling out to Hoseok you grinned shyly at him, something about the way he was standing under the soft glowing lights looking at his phone with a soft smile. Walking closer you looked at the screen seeing your sleeping face. He was kissing your nose, you would have scolded him for taking an embarrassing picture but you both looked so cute.

“Lil darling,” He smiled down at you, “I care about you more than anything in this world.”

“I love you Hobi, kiss me.” He tilted your head up delicately by the chin and kissed you slowly. You were mid-kiss when you pulled back, struck with an extreme craving. “Can we sit in Seokjin’s office and order a fried chicken? I’m hungry.”

The two of you giggled before running behind the counter to Seokjin’s office as he scolded, “YA! You two keep it clean, I know how you got pregnant and I don’t want any repeats in my office.”

Your laughter rang through the hall past the storage rooms and into the small office where you two both sat on the couch sighing in relief. Needing a seat with proper back support, you were aching so badly. “Lay down love.” 

Hoseok let you lay your head on his lap and he slowly combed his fingers through the soft strands they had grown a lot since being pregnant. You had been considering a cut to keep it more manageable with a newborn.

You felt your stomach tighten, logging it into your app, you noticed it was thirty minutes from the first which wasn’t cause for alarm just yet. The conversation was slow as Hoseok began ordering a half and half of fried chicken, he was just talking about random things at work. 

“Move in with me.” Your voice was definite and Hoseok stopped ordering and grinned. “I want you to live with me.”

“Really, you want me to live with you?” He seemed surprised and you wondered if there was something you didn’t take into account, had you jumped in too quickly.

“You already stay over every night.” You reasoned, “saves bus fares back and forth and my place is closer to your work than yours.”

“I work from home at the moment because I wasn’t quite sure when to take paternity leave.” He whispered gently, his smile made him look so soft. “You want me to move in Lil darling?”

“Of course, I love you Hobi.”

“Am I moving in?” He giggled excitedly and you sat up equally excited by his contagious laughter, “I am going to wake up to your pretty face every day.”

The food arrived and you used Jin's toilet quickly, stepping out confused. You were excited for Chicken but you were wondering if you might actually be going into early labor. You made sure to pay more attention to your body and when another cramp took over your stomach you marked it on your app. This one felt as mild as the last but it had come a few minutes quicker than the last.

Your instructor told you to relax and keep calm in this stage to conserve your energy and you were going to follow her guidance. The contractions were pretty consistent in the pattern but didn’t quite grow intense or come any quicker.

The two of you cleaned up the food mess, you would have already headed home but Yoongi was going to drop you home that night with some meals he and Jin had made for you. Hoseok pulled you to his chest and the two of you slept to the muffled bass from the dance floor. It was quite peaceful. You fell asleep stirring only slightly to the tightening of your stomach. It was one particular contraction that made you gasp and sit up. You checked the time and marked it on the app.

You had slept and failed to record all your contractions. You were trying to breathe through the tight feeling rubbing the circumference of your stomach and pacing slowly.

“Is something wrong?” Hoseok mumbled sitting up and looking at you, “do you have a pain in the tummy, is the baby okay?”

“I have been having contractions for a while, but you know the lady said to relax and eat to preserve energy and so I wasn’t worried but this one was a little stronger, I just have to wait and see the timing between the contractions to see if we do anything yet.” He stepped behind you, holding your belly in his hands and taking the weight relieving the stress on your back. 

“She said when the contractions last for 45-60 seconds and they are 3-5 minutes apart that is active labor.” Hoseok had been paying attention in class and it warmed your heart. “They said if you go too early you will be sent back home to wait for the labor to progress.”

Hoseok swayed you both gently and you laid your head back on his shoulder, he could tell you were nervous and he began singing low in his ear the vibrations of his chest were enough to make you relax. It was as you relaxed than another contraction occurred. Looking at the app they were about ten minutes apart and you were sure this was it.

“Would you like to go now?” Hoseok said worriedly, kissing your neck and hugging you a little tighter.

“No, but we should probably get the hospital bag.” You mumbled, “I don’t want you to leave though.”

“Text Taehyung and get him in here.” You nodded, texting the young man and smiling as he cautiously entered. “Hey Taehyung, can you do us a favor?”

“Uh, I don’t make adult films, but you could probably get Jungkook if you were persuasive. He has some good quality video cameras.” Taehyung said nervously, the two of you laughed as you swayed gently.

“No, we were wondering if you were interested in going to my house and picking up my hospital bag. You have a license don’t you?”

“Yeah, I do.” He spoke, eyeing you up and down for signs you were going to pop out a baby. “What does it look like?”

“It is one bag just inside the front door that looks like this,” Hoseok said as you showed him a picture on your phone and he nodded, commenting on the cute star pattern on the bag. “You might have to ask Jimin about stealing his keys.”

“Oh and Taehyung about Jimin, he really likes you, really likes you and well he wants to try dating without the sugar baby business. He wants to date you without money.” You were stepping in hoping to help Taehyung realize how much he loved Jimin and how much Jimin loved him. The two were both too scared to admit it, reminding you of how things were with Hoseok before you both confessed. “He has been upset that you have been refusing to see him. Have a think about your feelings and when you are sure you know what you want, then let him know.”

It was a whole lot of waiting and feeling uncomfortable, there wasn’t really anything you could do but wait. Taehyung returned with your bag and you waited, chatting together for half an hour before deciding to use Seokjin’s laptop to watch movies in hopes of passing the time.

The music stopped and you realized it was one in the morning and time for lockout. “You looked at the app that was tracking your contractions and as you logged the next contraction you saw the words at the top change from early labor to active labor. The three of you abandoned ‘Meet the Robinsons’ and headed down the hall back to the bar area.

The place cleared out pretty quick, designated drivers carrying away their drunk friends. Namjoon and Jungkook helped lead out any reluctant frequenters and gave them a friendly good night.

“Hey Yoongi, I was wondering instead of dropping me off at home, you could drop me off at the hospital. I have been in labor for about seven hours now and well I think it is time I go as things seem to be picking up.” Yoongi and Jungkook, who had both been packing up the sound system, looked shocked. Jin threw down the cloth and raced over, 

“Pack the van we are going,” he called and began gathering everyone and locking up. There was a shout from the bathrooms that made you jump for a second. “JIMIN EGGPLANT HUBERT WHAT IN GOD’S NAME ARE YOU DOING?”

“I am cleaning up vomit and I told you that isn’t my name.” You could hear the pout in his tone before a shout, Jin walked out with Jimin over his shoulder. “Hyung put me down. Don’t you damage these goods!”

Hoseok playfully smacked Jimin’s behind as he passed by receiving a growl, “Hey! The exchange rate for a butt slap is a pair of Chanel earrings Hoseokie. Hands off what you can’t afford.”

“We haven’t got time, the baby is coming!” Jin screeched.

~

“I thought you said the baby was coming, it’s been 3 hours?” Jimin sighed, flipping through his third trashy magazine from four April’s ago. “I am not working tomorrow if the bar smells like vomit.”

Jungkook was asleep leaning against Namjoon with Namjoon’s coat wrapped around him. Everyone was bored and Jin and Yoongi went for coffee. Taehyung was trying to stay awake and talk to Jimin, but he kept falling asleep. He grew restless in his half woke state and took Jimin's hand in his before promptly falling asleep.

Throwing the magazine aside, Jimin crossed one leg over the other resting his head on his hand and elbow on his knee turning slightly to gaze at the sleeping Taehyung.

“Why didn't she want me to go in?” Hoseok said, worried about hearing your small cry of pain “I want to help her, I want to be there”

“You have to respect her decision. I watched my niece come into the world in the back of my brother's car and I cannot look my sister-in-law in the face again. I think that's when I started dating guys for a while,” Yoongi laughed, “It will scar you. You would be so worried to touch y/n if you saw her give birth and you would beat yourself up over her being in pain. You would be a sobbing mess. We know you Hobi, it’s best you stay out here.”

There was a lot of noise from the birthing suite and Jungkook woke up looking nervously around, before the piercing cry of a newborn filling the halls, and the boys stood up hugging Hoseok who had broken down into tears. They slapped his back cheering and the nurse came out shushing them.

“It’s four in the morning, try to keep it down.”

“How is she? How is Y/n?” Jin asked as Hoseok was unable to articulate anything clinging to him and sobbing.

“She is very good, a very strong young woman. She had a little baby girl, if you give her a moment to clean up and settle the baby you can all go in for a quick visit, and then you will all have to go home as visiting hours have long since been over.” she smiled at them all before patting Hoseok’s back “Congratulations.”

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[softcallofdutyimagines]

Can I get some Naga slight angst/fluff? Maybe an enemy group took the s/o and Naga has to negotiate getting them back (like $12 million) and daddy gets them back because “$12 million is a cheap price to get you back” idk I’m in love with how you write for the cod operators ❤️

Need this 😌💖💖💖💖 I turned it into a whole little fic, so I hope that's ok! This got pretty heavy, ngl, but I think it turned out sweet, so I hope you enjoy!!

Reader Pronouns: she/her

Warning: strong language and some pretty disrespectful language towards women, including implied physical violence if you squint, so be careful while reading guys!!!

Naga clears the trinkets and fine antiques off his desk with a full sweep of rage. A vase shatters and a small, crystal idol chips, but all he sees is short, typed ransom note before him.

A rival gang managed to snatch you up in the streets not two days ago. He's been worried sick ever since you didn't come home that evening, and even now it hasn't abated by much. No, instead an anger just as intense as the worry and fear rises to join the others. His entire being trembles almost imperceptibly as he reads the details of the letter.

They want 100 billion kip in gold. He has three days to bring it to the drop point in exchange for you. No guns or weapons on him or his men.

He slams a fist on the desk and collapses his head into his hands. Naga clenches a fistful of hair in one hand and swipes the note out of his sight with the other. He weighs his options only to realize...

Well, he doesn't really have any, does he?

He's very familiar with this group. They're ruthless cutthroats and, if he's being honest, he wouldn't out it past them to have killed you already and be stringing him along right now. In fact, as much we it makes him sick to say so, he almost hopes they've killed you.

It would be a much better fate then what they usually do to their victims.

Even three days is far too long to be in their captivity. God, just the thought of their hands on you... He shrieks in rage, wishing there was something else in his vacinity that he could destroy. But he knows that wouldn't help.

No, the only thing that would help him right now is having you back.

Kapano calla in his right hand man and throws the crumpled up letter to him. "Get the money", he growls.

The other man opens up the paper and reads the sum. His eyes go wide and before he can even suggest that he might protest this plan, a stiletto knife buries itself in the wood beside his head.

"I said get the fucking money!", he screams, eyes wide, teeth bared, and every muscle within him bristling. The second in command bows his head quickly and dashes off before something far worse is thrown his way.

Naga swears and applies some pressure to his forehead. It feels like his skull is about to split.

He spares a glance outside, then trudges to his room. Your, room. The sun hangs low in the sky and he has yet even more to do tomorrow. One piece at a time, he sheds his combat attire, nursing a headache all the while.

On a normal night, you offer to help him out of all the buckles and straps, and oh what he'd give to take you up on that offer now. At last he unclasps his jewelry down to one final necklace. This is a recent one, a locket you gave him with a tiny picture of the two of you inside. He loved it so much, he's since had it encrusted with a ruby heart and wears it daily.

At the memory of you, suddenly he feels unable to part with it, not even for just a night's sleep. He takes it off reverently and clasps it tightly in his hand. Poping open the little door, he fixates on your lovely face as he trudges to bed.

Naga crawls into his side, distracted for a long moment by the perfectly undisturbed second half of the bed. He knows how much you hate a cold bed. On any other night he'd lay in your spot for you until you join him, just to warm up the sheets for you.

He places the locket on your pillow, a shakiness starting to overtake him as he wonders if he'll ever have the chance to warm your sheets and share a bed with you again. At last he lays his head down, and yet he's unable to take his eyes off your half.

Even still, your pillow smells like oils and creams he bought you for your hair. He suspends his hand just over the pillow a moment, thinking of you. And when he lets it drop, he can't tell if it's the cause or the result of the tears flowing from him.

He can't fucking stand it anymore.

Kapano pulls your pillow close to him, holding it tight as he would you. At least tonight he'll have the comforting scent of you as he suffers another fitful night.

The following days up to the trade are slow and painful. Every night is worse then the last as he consumes himself with the stress and worry surrounding you.

He can't get to the drop point fast enough. In compliance with the ransom note, he and his men are unarmed. So they wait. And wait. And wait....

And just as he's ready to pull his hair out, a truck slowly rolls up the abandoned dirt road.

A small squad of men hop out and approach Naga and his gang. Then, bringing up the rear, the boss shoves you along, a gun pressed snug against your head.

"What the fuck is this? You said no guns!"

The rival boss spits, as though Naga's mere presence leaves a foul taste in his mouth. "What? You think I don't know about them?", he nods his head up.

Far, far in the branches, hidden from view at this angle, more of Naga's men wait in the tree canopy, armed and ready for any sign of foul play.

Damn it.

Naga glances over at you. You're looking pale and rather bruised and beaten. A far cry from the carefree, sun kissed goddess he usually knows.

"Alright, there's the fucking money, now give her to me!"

The other man clicks his tongue and presses his pistol against your temple, "Wait until we're loaded up first, then you can have your precious whore back"

Naga seethes at that, but is afraid to make a sudden movement last he lose you for good. And the rival boss notices. He smirks, a gratingly patronizing tone to his voice "Oh, I'm sorry? Did I insult your little harlot? We both know that's all she is...", He leans in far to close and licks your neck slowly, teasingly, before nipping your earlobe, "Isn't that right, bitch?"

This has gone on long enough. Naga's body quivers with boiling rage as his temper shoots through the ceiling. He shouts a command in his native tongue and a hail of bullets rain down on the opposing gang, the first several of which bury themselves in the man holding you hostage.

Behind him, Naga's men on the ground unsheathe small throwing knives and daggers, taking advantage of the surprise gunfire to press the attack.

But, at the death of their leader, the remaining crew scatters like flies and before long, all is quiet.

Kapano rushes forward to pick you up off the ground. He kneels down and cradles you in his arms as he removes your blindfold and cuts your hands free. Your tears carve small rivers through the dried blood running down your cheeks. You try to speak, but all that you can manage is a choked gasp.

He's never seen you like this before. And he never wants to again.

Naga shushes you, holding you against his chest while he strokes your hair. "Shhh, he's never going to touch you again. I promise", he kisses your forehead and helps you slowly to your feet, "Now let's get you out of here baby"

You don't say a word the whole ride back, but Naga holds your hand and rubs your back all the while. When you get home, he sets up a bath for you with all the salts and fragrances he knows you love. He offers you some help, but you say you'd like some time alone.

Somewhat reluctantly, he respects your wishes and sets off to make a meal and some tea for you both. It's all set up on the mat and pillows adorning the main hall. You look lovely as ever in your silk pajamas and lacy robe when you join him after your bath.

Slowly, you find your voice to speak, but it feels as though your mere presence is enough to earn you the praise Naga is showering you in. He's so focused on you, he nearly forgets to eat.

Once you're all finished, he decides to leave the dishes for later, and instead he pulls you onto his chest as you both recline into the fortress of pillows supporting you. Naga nuzzles your hair and kisses your temple.

You smell like jasmine and fresh citrus, infinitely better then the stench of stale sweat and musk of other men that he received you in.

He kisses your face gently, rubbing some warmth into your shoulders. You enjoy the quiet, but a small sniffing sound interrupts you.

"...Kapano?"

He sniffs again, wiping his eyes with his free hand. "Sorry, I just... God, I-I thought I'd never see you again", tears stream down cheeks, he rests his forehead against the side of yours.

You sigh, wishing you could just forget it all, "I know how you feel"

At that he tenses, and a quiet growl escapes your little tiger, "It'll never happen again, I swear it. I wish I could've pulled the trigger on the bastard myself... He deserved worse then what he got. Far worse"

You press a kiss to the broad tip of his nose and smile softly, "I love you, little dragon"

For the first time since he lost you, all those days ago, he smiles. He's not a big fan of when you first gave him that nickname. He hates to be described as "little", it's not very intimidating. But... Suddenly, it sounds quite endearing.

He kisses your perfumed lips, stroking a thumb over your battered cheek. "I know", he smiles. That night, you sleep out amongst the pillows, right where you are.

Tomorrow night, he'll be looking forward to warming up your side of the bed for you.

#black ops cold war #call of duty #kapano vang x reader #kapano naga vang #naga x reader

[mello-jello]

Drabble Challenge Day 2

Prompt: Pet Names. 686 words.

"I still can't believe you mixed peanut butter ice cream with bubblegum," Levi said, as he eyed the monstrosity of flavours in Hange's bowl. They also added every single topping available, causing it to overflow.

"I still can't believe you paid six bucks for vanilla and didn’t even put any toppings on it!" Hange retorted between bites.

"Say what you will about me, Four-Eyes, but that," he gestured with his spoon, "that should be illegal."

Hange giggled and rolled their eyes. They continued their walk back to Hange's apartment. Suddenly, Levi stopped dead in his tracks, his head cocked to one side.

"What is it? Brain freeze?" Hange teased. Levi narrowed his eyes at them, but otherwise did nothing. "You know, the layer of chocolate kind of acts as an insulator in my mouth, maybe you shoul-"

"Hange, shut up! I hear something."

Hange paused and listened. They waited for a few seconds and then they heard it. It was faint, but it was unmistakable. Coming from the alleyway, it was a cat meowing.

"Just a cat," Hange declared, and took another step.

"It sounds hurt." Levi entered the alley, following his ears. Reluctantly, Hange followed.

After a few moments, they found the source of the sound: a big rusty dumpster.

"Here, let me," Hange held out her ice cream for Levi to hold on to. It was partially melted already.

"Tch, gross! This is so sticky," he practically whined.

"That's why I'm going to open the dumpster. I'm already sticky," they winked at him before lifting the heavy metal lid with a small grunt.

Levi peered in and saw it. A small black and white kitten that was no bigger than his palm. It’s fur was matted with a thick, goopy substance and could barely open its eyes, but it was crying for help. Without a second thought about how dirty it would be, Levi balanced both ice creams in one hand, and reached into the garbage with the other. Being as gentle as he could, he lifted the kitten out. It was still trembling, but it had stopped crying.

Hange let the dumpster lid down. “What asshole would do this?” The poor kitten could barely move.

“I think its front leg might be broken,” Levi held it out for Hange to see.

“No. It’s definitely hurt, but not broken. That’s good news, little guy! Oh, I’m talking to the cat,” Hange teased.

Levi glared.

They took the kitten back to their apartment. Levi bathed it with a spare toothbrush, gently removing the filth. Slowly it was able to open its eyes wider. The little kitten seemed to understand and calm down. It did not resist, and as Levi was drying it off with a towel, the kitten started purring.

Levi looked down at the ball of fuzz sleeping in his hands. “We should name him.”

“If we name him, we’re keeping him. Once it has a name, it becomes a pet.”

“How about we get it checked out by a vet first. Then if nothing’s wrong and it doesn’t have any diseases, we can keep him.”

“Right,” Hange said and immediately searched for ‘vets near me’ on their phone.

Dr. Nanaba did a full exam on the small kitten. Fortunately, it was relatively healthy, just a little malnourished. She gave Levi and Hange detailed instructions on how to care for it. She also provided them with a few weeks supply of milk and bottles, as well as some routine medications.

“Now, I expect you to be back here to get its first round of vaccinations,” Nanaba eyed them carefully.

“Yes, of course,” Levi and Hange said at the same time. They shared a look, both accepting responsibility. They were officially pet owners now.

“So be a registered patient, this little one will need a name. Have you thought about any?”

Levi and Hange eyed each other.

“Sticky,” they said at the same time.

The two of them worked tirelessly and Sticky was able to thrive despite his rough start. He grew into a happy, playful, affectionate cat that Hange and Levi both loved dearly.

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[agustdakasuga]

You Never Walk Alone | Chapter 19

Genre: Werewolf!AU, Poly!AU?, Mate!AU, romance, fluff

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Student!reader, Omega!Seokjin, Alpha!Yoongi, Beta!Hoseok, Alpha!Namjoon, Omega!Jimin, Beta!Taehyung, Alpha!Jungkook

Summary: You live a quiet life in your late grandfather’s cabin in the woods. You go to school just to graduate and get your diploma, not to make friends or stand out from the crowd. That was until one day, you enter your home to see a pack of wolves that need shelter.

The boys just want to spend quality time with you. What better way to do that than to spend the day at the beach and then going for your first ever dinner date together?

After going to that house with the boys’ mother, you felt a lot better. You felt a lot more reassured and you had more will power to be stronger. The boys could see that too and they were glad that their families were able to make you feel better, even if they didn’t know what upset you in the first place.

“Where’s (y/n)?” Namjoon asked Yoongi. The older nodded over to your figure, who was smiling and listening to the gardener explain things about the flowers. 

“She really loves the garden.” Yoongi chuckled. 

“She’s there every free minute she has.” Taehyung smiled fondly as your smile got bigger when the gardener handed you a light purple rose. You held the flower and turned your head to see the boys all staring at you. 

“Hello.” You gave a shy wave. 

“She’s so cute.” Jimin chuckled as the 6 of them waved back at you. Wait, 6 of them? The boys looked forward to see a fairly large, dark grey wolf pad over to you. You felt something touch the back of your thigh and turned around. Smiling, you bent down and stroked Jungkook’s fur, showering him in light kisses as he basked in the affection. 

“JEON JUNGKOOK!” The 6 older wolves scowled at their sly maknae. 

“Isn’t this pretty, Koo?” You held the rose out to him. He sniffed it curiously, letting out a cute sneeze from the excessive pollen. 

“Oops.” You chuckled, stroking his head. The gardener bowed and returned to work while you sat on the stone bench. Jungkook placed his head on your thigh, wanting all your attention. 

“Why are you acting all puppy, Koo?” You smiled. 

*bark*

Looking up, you jumped slightly to see 6 other wolves staring at you, their tails wagging in anticipation. You blinked in confusion as Taehyung suddenly pushed Jungkook’s head off, each paw resting on your thigh as he stood on his hind legs. He barked happily, his tongue hanging out. 

“Yes, Tae?” You giggled as he licked your cheek. Jungkook huffed in annoyance at how his brother easily pushed him away and took all your attention. 

“Shall we go for a walk at the beach?” You asked. 

“Yeah! We can go for a swim!” Jimin jumped up and down. You giggled and they followed you but they stuck so close that you tripped and almost fell but ended up being draped over Namjoon’s body. 

“You guys are tripping me!” You giggled as you pushed yourself up. Yoongi sat by your side, eyes following your hands, as you dug through your luggage. 

“Umm...” You turned back to look at him and he blinked at you, tilting his head cutely. 

“Can I help you with anything?” You asked. He shook his head. 

“Alright then. Get changed.” You ruffled his hair and grabbed some clothes out, going into the bathroom to change. You closed the door before Yoongi could shift back into his human form since you knew he would be totally bare and you were not ready to see that yet. You changed into your swimsuit, pulling your dress over it. 

“Yoongs? Are you changed? Can I open the door?” You knocked on the bathroom door.

“Yeah, yeah.” You heard his nonchalant voice and opened the door. He pulled his black shirt over his head, running a hand through his messy hair. You grabbed your things and went out with him.

“Let’s go!” You took the two vans that the boys drove here in. When the vans stopped, Namjoon opened the door for you to come out. 

“The beach!” Hoseok screamed and all of them, except Yoongi, ran onto the white sand. Yoongi rolled his eyes at his brothers’ behaviours and held your hand, heading to find a nice spot with you. He laid out the mat and sat down, patting the space beside you. 

“Not gonna swim?” You asked. 

“Hate the water.” He grumbled, looking away. It was obvious, he wasn’t a fan of the beach. 

“Aww, Yoongles. I’ll just keep you company then.” You squished both his cheeks in your hands, cooing at him. He scowled and slapped your hands away with the most annoyed look ever. 

“I told you to stop calling me that.” He scoffed. 

“Okay... Yoongo Boongo.” You snickered. Suddenly, you were being hauled off the sand as Yoongi held you in a bridal position. 

“W-Wait! Where are you going?! What are you doing?! Wait! Yoongi!” You screamed as you saw him head closer to the water. Instinctively, your arms wound themselves around his neck. If he was going to throw you into the water, you were taking him down with you. Your 6 other mates who were supposedly supposed to protect you just watched on. 

“You guys are supposed to protect me!” You pointed at them as they all burst out laughing, falling onto the sand. 

“Are you sorry?” Yoongi raised an eyebrow. You looked away, pursing your lips. Yoongi scared you by doing a fake drop, making you scream in fear once again like before. 

“Okay! Okay! I’m sorry!” You shouted, wailing. 

“Give me a kiss.” He gave a smug smile. You rolled your eyes and gave him multiple pecks. Chuckling, Yoongi walked back and set you back down on the mat. You immediately rained slaps on him. 

“So mean!” You grunted. Seeing the other boys all play in the water, you wanted to go swimming too. 

“I’m gonna swim.” You removed your dress. Yoongi’s eyes widened as the sight of your black high waisted two piece. 

“Where are you going?” He grabbed your wrist. 

“Swimming? We’re at the beach, Yoongs!” You chuckled and his hand fell limp. He knew the others were going to have the same thoughts as him. It was confirmed when they stopped wrestling one another and stared at you with wide eyes and slightly opened mouths. 

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Taehyung was the first to freak out. Yoongi smirked at his brother’s reaction. 

“Geez, you didn’t have to shout. I’m going swimming. That’s why we’re at the beach right?” You frowned slightly. Taehyung’s eyebrow twitched slightly. You shrugged and tied your hair up, waddling in the water. 

“Jungkook.” Taehyung pointed. 

“What- JUNGKOOK!” You squealed as Jungkook threw you over his shoulder and led you back to where Yoongi sat. 

“Back so soon?” He raised an eyebrow. 

“Sorry, bub. You’re not going to be walking around dressed like that.” Jimin came and sat in front of you, ruffling your hair. Says him, who is dressed in a muscle tank that is now see through because of the water. 

“I just want to swim.” 

“Not in that though. We can’t have other males looking up our beautiful mate.” Namjoon grinned. Hoseok whistled and Taehyung trotted over in his wolf form. He stepped into the space between your crossed legs, pressing his entire wolf body against your front in an attempt to block other people from seeing your skin. You shook your head. 

“Here, jagi. Cheer you up a little.” Jin held out an iced lolli to you. You grinned and received it, enjoying the cold sweet treat. 

*Whine*

Taehyung pawed your thigh for some. You broke some off, letting it rest in your hand as he licked it gently. Namjoon stayed by your side, leaning back on his palms as he watched you interact with Taehyung. 

“Enough sun for the day?” You asked. 

“Yeah. I’d much rather spend time with my mate.” Namjoon smiled back and Taehyung barked in agreement. You chuckled and wiped your hands, subconsciously stroking Taehyung’s fur as you watched Jin, Hoseok, Jungkook and Jimin play frisbee on the beach. 

“I may just take a nap.” You laid down, putting your head in Namjoon’s lap. Taehyung moved and placed his head on your stomach.

With dark clouds starting to roll in, you knew it was time to go home. You could continued your nap there instead. You and the boys packed up and headed home. 

“Actually, (y/n). We would like to take you out tonight for dinner.” Hoseok said. You tilted your head in confusion as you walked up to the house with them. 

“We want to take you out on a date.” Jimin explained further. 

“Oh!” You finally understood. 

“Yeah, we haven’t really gone out on a legit date as lovers, with everything that has been happening. So we all talked and think that you deserve a nice dinner date. I mean, you said we haven’t asked you out officially. (y/n), would you like to go on a date with us?” Namjoon asked on behalf of all the boys, who were now staring at you. 

“You know I was just kidding but sure, I would love to have dinner with you all.” You giggled. 

“But I have to ask my mates first.” You tapped your chin. 

“Oh, I’m sure they will be fine with it. Even if they’re not, it’ll be our little secret then.” Jungkook kissed your cheek, nuzzling his cheek against yours lovingly. You laughed and pushed him away. 

“I’m gonna shower then.” You went to take a nice bath to get rid of all the salt water and sand. Namjoon greeted you when you came out. 

“Strawberries and peaches.” He smiled as he wrapped his arms around you, pressing his forehead against yours. 

“What?” 

“You smell like strawberries and peaches. Mates always smell different to one another. When we knew you were our mate, you smelled like strawberries and peaches, not like a normal human would smell. I don’t know if we smell different to you.” He explained. You shyly leaned in to sniff him. 

“Pinewood? With some vanilla? I thought it was just the cologne you guys use that make you all smell like a nice candle.” You blinked innocently. 

“Of course, only our mate would compare us to scented candles.” He ruffled your hair. 

“Stop teasing me. Not all of us are as smart as you, Joon.” 

“You’re just cute, babe. But I was sent to give you this.” He picked up a box and gave it to you. You released him and opened the box. Inside was another beautiful dress. But it was simpler, a dark blue body con, short tube dress.

“It’s pretty. I love this. Thank you.” You hugged him. This dress was very much more your style, simpler. 

“I’ll let the princess get ready then. Yoongi was telling us how you don’t like heels so we got you these.” He gave you the box, which was a white Doc Marten Chelsea boot. Pecking your cheek again, he left the room. You got dressed, did your make up and wore your shoes. It was simple but you felt like a million bucks, thanks to your boys.

Grabbing what you needed, you left the room and headed down. The boys all melted when they saw you. No matter what you wore, you never failed to take their breath away. 

“Our mate is truly stunning.” Jin held your hands in his. You smiled shyly. Yoongi tilted your chin up to give you a light peck. 

“We should go before we’re late for our reservations.” Jimin checked his phone. Instead of driving, the boys called for two cars to come pick you up. 

“Where are we going?” You asked. 

“You’ll see.” Hoseok lifted your hand to his lips, kissing the back of it. 

“Princes, princess. Your table is this way.” The manager bowed. You felt weird, no one has called your princess yet. That title made you feel different. You kept a straight face as you walked through the dining hall, the other customers all turning their heads to stare at the princes and their mate. 

“They’re staring.” You whispered to Taehyung. 

“Because you’re so beautiful. But they can’t have you because you’re ours. You’re mine.” He leaned into your ear, his hand resting on your lower back. 

“Please let us know when you’re ready to order.” The manager led you all to a private room. There were 4 seats on both sides of the cloth covered table. It was Jungkook, Namjoon, you and Yoongi on one side, the rest on the other.

“This place is expensive.” You thought out loud. 

“Don’t worry, jagi. Just order what you’d like.” Yoongi put an arm over the back of your chair as he browsed through the menu. Honestly, you didn’t know what to order because there were so many foreign words that you didn’t understand. You have never been to such a high class, fancy restaurant before so this was all very new to you. 

“Need help?” Namjoon leaned over. 

“I don’t really know what all this is.” You told the boys, blushing.

“Alright, we’ll order for you then.” Jimin smiled. When the waiter came, the boys all ordered their own preferred kinds of steak. Namjoon ordered for you, you didn’t know what he ordered. 

“How many glasses?” The waiter asked. 

“8, please.” Jungkook said. The waiter bowed and soon returned with 8 wine glasses. You have never had wine before but this was a new experience so you were willing to try it. He poured some and let Yoongi taste some before Yoongi gave a thumbs up. The glasses of wine were passed out to everyone. 

“To, our beautiful mate and our first date.” Hoseok chuckled. 

“Thank you.” You blushed as they all clinked their glasses together before taking a sip. It was good, the sweetness of the wine along with the slight but nice burn down your throat. 

“Like it?” Jin asked. You nodded your head. All of you chatted as the appetisers came. There was some variety in them. 

“Marinated raw tuna. Try it.” Taehyung encouraged.

“It’s good.” You were pleasantly surprised by the taste. It was nice and unlike anything you have ever tried before. The boys all smiled when they saw how much you enjoyed it. 

“Try this.” Namjoon held his fork out to you. You coughed a little before leaning in to eat the food off his fork. Following suit, the other members with different dishes began to hold ther forks out to you, hoping that you would take their offer. You blinked in surprise while Namjoon rolled his eyes with a shake of his head at his pack. 

“Here are the mains.” Waiters came in with your mains. You watched, mesmerised as Yoongi handsomely tasted a new kind of wind and discussed with the manager how it needs to ‘breathe’ before it can be drunk. 

“Are you checking me out?” Yoongi raised an eyebrow. 

“N-No!” You stuttered, looking away. 

“The Miyazaki Wagyu?” The waiter asked. Jin gestured to you and the waiter placed the plate in front of you with a bow. Did they just order you the most expensive steak on the menu? 

“Isn’t this the most expensive?” You hissed. 

“Just enjoy it, babes.” Jungkook chuckled, sipping his wine. You cut into your steak and placed it into your mouth. It was so flavourful, soft and just melted in your mouth. You had to resist the urge to let out happy sounds of contentment at the taste. Yoongi chuckled. 

“Good?” 

“It’s the best steak I’ve ever had.” You nodded. 

“That’s good to hear.” Yoongi patted your head. He sliced a piece of his steak, which was different from you, and placed it on your plate. It was really good too. You were really enjoying the time with them.

-

“Hehe.” You poked Jimin’s cheek.

“Who’s the genius who let her finish the wine?” Jin sighed. You hummed as you hugged Jimin, nuzzling your face into his neck. Jimin wrapped an arm around your waist to hold you steady. You had insisted to sit on his lap because you wanted to ‘squish his cheeks’ and the boys were apparently bullies for ‘trying to separate you from squishing’. 

“I’m happy.” You sang. 

“You are?” Jimin stroked your head. You nodded your head happily, staring into his eyes. 

“Shh... I have to tell you a secret.” You messily placed your hands over his mouth. Jimin chuckled, gently grasping your wrists to pull your hands away from touching his face. 

“What secret?” 

“Shh! I’m trying to tell my secret.” You frowned. He held his hands up in defence. Taehyung, who was sitting next to Jimin, watched on in amusement. 

“Okay, you... cannot tell anyone! Shh, I actually have 7 boyfriends! And! And! That’s not all... You cannot tell them, okay? Promise me. I really, really, like REALLY like them.” You giggled to yourself. 

“We promise not to tell.” Taehyung smiled. 

“Okie, I’m-I’m trusting you. You know, they’re so cool. You wouldn’t believe me but they’re werewolves! Werewolves are real, you know?!” You gasped. 

“Really?!” The boys played along. 

“Uh huh. My 7 boyfriends are werewolves. But... But you can’t tell anyone. I-I don’t want people to know... Because... I don’t want them to leave me. I-I’ve been alone for... uhh... years. And-And now, they’re all I have. I-If they leave me, I’ll be alone again. A-And, I’ll get sad. No one wants to be my friend... except them.” You said sadly. 

“We’ll be your friends.” Jimin told you. 

“Really?” You looked up at them with sparkly eyes. They nodded their heads, a part of them feeling sad by what you just spilt to them. 

“Okay. But I have to ask m-my boyfriends first. I think! They don’t like me having other boys as friends. But they’re nice! So don’t worry. They will say okay.” You giggled. 

“The other day... in the toilet... some girls were saying that I’m supposed to make my mates s-stronger. But... I’m human, so I made them weaker.” 

“They said that?” Taehyung held your hand. 

“Uh huh. I was really sad... after that. Because I-I don’t want to hurt my ma-mates. They’re EVERYTHING to me. I-I even dodges Kookie’s hug because I thought that m-maybe... it’s true that I am not right f-for them.” You unknowingly shed some tears, which Taehyung wiped. 

“So that’s why she was sad.” Jimin said. 

“Poor (y/n).” Taehyung whimpered. 

“But I’m okay now! I love my boyfriends. They’re nice. They also feed me yummy foods!” You continued to laugh, making them smile softly. As the car stopped, Jungkook came to carry you. 

“Wee!” You cheered as Jungkook carried you upstairs. The other boys looked on in amusement. They all adored the drunk version of you. Jungkook went upstairs and got a maid to come in to change you. He washed up as you got changed. You were dressed in Jungkook’s big hoodie and some shorts. Jungkook came out and joined you in bed. 

“I love you.” Jungkook leaned in to give you a kiss but you covered your mouth with your hands. 

“I can’t! I have boyfriends! 7 of them!” You shook your head. 

“I’m sure they won’t mind.” Jungkook gave an amused laugh, trying to give you another kiss but you placed your hands on his chest to stop him. 

“Nooo! I only love them! I’m sorry, mister. If they know, they’ll hurt you! Real bad.” You scolded. Jungkook huffed, clicking his tongue in disbelief. He laid down beside you, making you face him. 

“Koo?” You called. He hummed in reply. 

“I love you.” You giggled shyly. Jungkook lifted his head and you boldly pressed your lips against his. He squeezed your waist as you pulled away to breathe. He moved you close to him until his big body was almost draped over you. Softly, he began to hum to lull you to sleep. 

“Jungkook, hyungs. We need to talk.” Jungkook heard Taehyung. 

~~

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[yandere-sins]

The Fox Wedding - Marry Kita

Summary: You are to marry the fox spirit Kita Shinsuke after you accidentally agreed to become his wife by signing the deed to your new home. A contract is a contract, he says, but is there more to this marriage than you know? Will you be whisked away by one of the foxy twins instead, or have to marry Kita after all? Can you be with a creature that only seems tender on the surface, or will you try to run even if it might cost you your life? Choose your route carefully, you never know what these foxes are up to!

Characters: Kitsune!Kita Shinsuke x afab!Reader

Rating: Explicit Warnings for this chapter: Yandere, Kidnapping, Forced/Unhealthy Relationship, Rough Handling, Blasphemy, Tying of wrists/ankles

You heard about Fox’s Weddings, however, only ever in connection with rain on a sunny day. How fitting that outside the small preparation room you had been led to, sprinkles of rain were falling to the ground, lit by the sunshine sparkling in them. For almost an hour now, you simply watched the droplets fall, all while everyone around you was pulling and tearing on you, bustling about with preparations. It might not have been the best time to contemplate your life, but what else was there for you to do. 

Beneath the white, beautiful, ceremonial kimono, your wrists were tied with ropes, and so were your ankles. The rope itself seemed to had better days in the past, but the knots were intricate, and the woman who did them seemed like she knew what she was doing. As if this wasn’t the first time she tied someone up like that. 

Perhaps, there had been others before you. You hoped not, but you wouldn’t put it past them. Your life was transient, while theirs seemed to be boundless. It was weird, and you had only been here for a night, but you were slowly getting used to their faces. Yes, their eyes seemed too sharp, and their mouths too wide, but some had wrinkles, scars, or pimples. You saw your own species in them, even with their tails sticking out from their kimono and their ears twitching on top of their heads. Scary as it was, the longer you watched them hustle about, the less weird they looked to you. The more you could find yourself accepting them. 

Sighing was all you could do as you looked back outside, the tall grasses still swaying in the wind. Occasionally, you saw a fox run by. Sometimes the animal stopped, sometimes it didn’t. You didn’t see the two men - three if you counted the one that came with Kita - from your window again, and no one came to help you escape. The more hours passed as you were alone in your cell, the less hope you had for anyone to come and save you. Even the gods - if there were any - seemed to have abandoned you, allowing something like this to happen. You began to despair, but soon enough, you slept. Slept until they woke you up with their sharp nails and hectic demeanors, having to make you presentable and, as they put it, make a jewel out of a rock.

You were still drowsy when they bathed you in shockingly cold water, your reaction being enough for them to decide they did not want to deal with you throwing another tantrum, tying you up before proceeding with their preparations. Surrounded by their yapping voices, their nails leaving many, many tiny cuts on your body, something in you… gave up. You weren’t proud, and you weren’t happy, but at least they stopped lecturing and patronizing you as your struggles ceased and your expression turned somber. 

Finally, they stopped their nagging, gave you water and bread instead to consume. The women of the village let you go to a proper toilet, and they sent out the guards before they undressed and re-dressed you. At least, that much dignity you regained by not resisting. Of course, it was still strange to imagine you were about to marry the head of their clan, a fox spirit nonetheless, and looking into their faces was nothing short of agonizing. But staring out into the rain and being able to block their voices out from your hearing gave you some peace with the situation, no matter how absurd it might be.

“Miss?” you heard from beside you. Slowly, almost as if in pain that you couldn’t resist the urge to acknowledge the person who was speaking, you turned your head, letting out a soft hum instead of an answer. “Kita-sama wishes to speak to you before the ceremony. We’ll close the doors now, is that alright?”

Silly question, you thought, nodding slowly. You still had a hard time remembering anyone’s names or faces, but you were sure the young fox woman who just spoke to you got introduced as your liegewoman or maid. Whatever she was, you couldn’t quite remember exactly, but they never asked you for your consent for anything before, so you didn’t know how else to react but to nod. 

“Isn’t it bad luck for him to see me before the wedding?” you asked her. It wasn’t like you cared if he saw you or not, but now that someone had spoken to you like a normal person, the question that came to mind just fell off your lips without any restraints. 

“I… I--” she stuttered, her brows furrowing while her ears twitched nervously. “--I don’t know?”

What had you expected? Of course, she didn’t know. She was a fox. How would she know human rituals other than the ones that might have been passed down to them hundreds of years ago? At the same time, you felt the dread of knowing you’d have to marry into this kind of environment. An environment that wasn’t going to nurture your talents, skills, or knowledge, aside from - and you dreaded this thought the most - producing babies. 

She looked at you curiously, yet hesitant, as if she wanted to ask something, but decided not to last minute. Perhaps it was the fact you were wearing the wedding robes now that they started to respect you more. Or maybe, she just fulfilled expectations of her, which you found most likely. In the unlikely event that she merely pitied you, you couldn’t help but agree with her.

As they closed the sliding door to the outside, you watched the rain - your only source of comfort - vanish from your vision, pitying yourself too.

One more sigh did you heave before the door to the hallway opened, the foxes respectfully bowing their heads. Even if you had wanted to bother getting up, you couldn’t have, considering your feet were rendered useless, with your ankles tied up still. You didn’t acknowledge him or looked up as he spoke, asking everyone to leave him alone with his ‘bride’ - a word that sent a chill down your spine - and you didn’t face him even as he sat down beside you, covering your fist with his hand. You made him responsible for all of this, for all the emptiness you felt. But all you could do to punish him was avoiding him, no matter how much it upset you that there wasn’t more you could do. 

“[Name],” Kita spoke softly, and you weren’t sure if you heard happiness swing in his voice as he called out to you or if it was the usual indifference you were used to from him. Unfortunately, Kita knew what to do with you, even if you tried to ignore him so vehemently. By lifting your hand, he also pulled on the second one, and though you forced yourself to stretch, you were no match to his insistence that you’d turn around to face him. Letting your eyes sink to your hands, you watched him kiss both of them on the back lovingly, nothing but affectionately despite how demanding Kita was. 

“It’s finally the day,” he sighed, and for a matter of seconds, his lips curled into a smile. “I’ve been waiting for you for too long. I did everything I could, not for the Gods, but for them to finally gift you to me in this ceremony.”

“There’s no such thing,” you whispered, genuinely believing in the absence of gods if they allowed a mere spirit to capture, kidnap and force you into a marriage with him. 

“It wasn’t easy to get to this day, but you’ll soon see that life will be good. I will protect and cherish you, no matter what. I’ve been--”

Breath hitching, Kita stopped, and for the first time, you looked up at him as you expected the sentence to finish eventually. But all he did was look up, right back at you, and smile. As if these words never left him. As if there was something he was hiding. That moment you swore, even if it was the last thing you did, you’d find out what. There was no way you’d let him off that easily. Even if it was a tiny spark, you felt the fire burn up again inside of you. The fire of resistance and fight that you had drowned with your sorrows returned as you yanked your hands out of his, letting him know exactly what you felt. 

“This marriage is nonsense! None of us will be happy with it, even if you declare your devotion as if you’d actually care about me!”

“I do,” Kita was quick to counter, even with hints of indignation in how clearly he spoke those words. 

“You don’t. If you did, you’d let me go.” Unyielding, your hands returned to their place in your lap and your eyes back to the tatami mats on the ground before you. “A caring husband would listen to his wife and help fulfill her wishes! But you don’t do that at all… All you do is keep me like an animal, captured in a trap--”

“Stop!” 

For the first time, you actually felt fear that froze you as his hand landed in the back of your neck. Even with the fabric covering you, Kita instinctively found it, his fingers clasping right around the flesh around your spine. Never before had he raised his voice like that, and though for a moment his eyes widened too, when you finally looked at him again pleadingly, unable to even reach back to pry him off you, all you saw was disgust. 

“Stop saying things you don’t understand anything about.”

Giving your helpless body a rough shake, you couldn’t help but burst out into tears from the pain of his hand in your neck and also the fear you felt as he scolded you like a young dog, looking at you condescendingly. “P-Please--” you winced, and Kita let go as suddenly as he had attacked you. Cowering low and rubbing the back of your neck with only one hand carefully, you could feel a headache growing, your body not being made for being disciplined like an animal. 

You flinched as Kita leaned over you, his hands on both of your shoulders, holding you down. He didn’t do anything as you sobbed your eyes out, just sat there, covering you with his body and keeping your head down low. If this was his way of comforting you, it was shitty, but you were too afraid of what he’d do if you resisted or made a fuss again. 

“I want to go home,” you pressed forth between sobs and gritted teeth. “Please just let me go home.”

“This is your home now,” he answered you, his lips next to your ear so that his voice spoke over the sound of your thoughts. 

“No…” you sobbed, shaking your head and feeling his face pressed up to your hair and shoulder with every movement.

“Once we are married, you’ll be happy, I promise. You’ll come to understand your role as my wife, and you’ll feel as happy here as in any other place.”

Finally, the weight on top of you lifted as he sat up, pulling you with him by the collar of your kimono. Once up, this time, he focused his hands on your face alone, turning it over towards him, and wiped away the tears from your eyes with discontent in his expression as he held your cheeks. “I’ll make you happy, [Name]. I am the only one who can do that, for I owe this to you.”

“What?” you croaked, but Kita merely leaned forward to kiss you between your eyebrows before letting go of you completely. Having to support yourself on the floor, you reached out towards him as he stood up. Your pointer was able to snag the seem of his kimono to which you held on tightly even though it almost made you fall over since his movement pulled away the support you had. “Don’t go! Talk to me! Stop speaking in riddles, damnit!”

Your frustration was getting the better of you, but Kita merely leaned down to brush off your hand from his clothes before his hand settled at the back of your head, pushing your forehead down to the ground in a deep, involuntarily bow. “It’s time you learn your place, [Name]. You might find the answers you keep nagging me about when you make me happy.”

Kita didn’t wait for another complaint from you before he strode off, the door opening without him even having to lift a finger. You looked after him, disgruntled and frustrated. In how many riddles could one man speak, without ever giving answers despite seeing you in this pitiful state you were in? Making demands as if he had any right over you and treat you like a pet despite swearing he cared about you? There was no end to his mysteriousness, and even if nothing about this situation was resolved for you, he made it seem like his will was absolute, and it would be a waste of time to tell you more since he had already made up his mind.

“Please return her to a presentable state before the wedding,” Kita ordered softly to one of the women standing in wait in front of the door. “I don’t want to drag this out any longer.”

That was the last you heard of him as he disappeared in the masses of - you assumed they were - servants and curious onlookers which glanced at you with nothing short of irritation. You tried to get yourself up from the floor again, idiotically feeling embarrassed as if you cared about their opinions. But only with the help of the fox lady assigned to you were you able to sit up again.

They were quick to rearrange your hair, which had come loose from Kita’s touches, and when one of the older women threatened to burn your tear glands shut, you even managed to stop your crying so they could fix your make-up. The time spent making you ‘presentable’ seemed even more unreal than the one before where they prepared you for the wedding. Your head was bursting with questions and also the anger over the situation dwelling in it, and at least a little bit, you wished your overthinking would actually end you. 

As they finally pulled you into a stand and led you outside with the ropes replaced by shimmering shackles, allowing you the bare minimum of movement, the drizzling rain and sparkling sunshine no longer consoled you, the rain merely weight heavily in your mind, reminding you of your fate with its name. 

You were to marry into a family of fox spirits, as you agreed upon by a contract. 

You’d marry their head no matter what you thought about it, though he claimed that it would make you happy, even if it really wasn’t.

There was no saying what the future held for you, and the more you thought about it, the less you hoped any of your ideas would come true. 

Yet, what else was there to do but take Kita’s hand as he waited for you at the head of the ceremonial procession? Taking it out of your own free will was less scary than you expected and less painful probably too. His hand was soft, and though awkward, he held it gently, leading you into the direction of what you assumed was a shrine from the looks of it.

“Kita-san, I can’t make you happy. No matter what you say, there’s no way I could love or cherish you after all that happened,” you whispered, only for him - and perhaps some very sharp other pairs of ears - to hear. “I don’t think our marriage will be a happy one, and as long as I live, I will remind you every day.”

“Shinsuke. Call me Shinsuke.”

“Shinsuke… I--”

“I know,” he chuckled, and it made you look up at him wide-eyed. You weren’t even sure he was able to laugh from his demeanor, but for a moment, you caught yourself thinking that it was better than his indifference. “I know you don’t love me, but I…”

His eyes swayed from you up to the green of the trees, the sun reflecting in his irises in sparkles. You followed his gaze from beneath your hood, wondering what he was seeing in the leaves. “I waited many years for this. I can wait many more until you do.”

Stepping through the stone lantern entrance, you didn’t expect the sight of hundreds of different creatures waiting for you. Subconsciously, you squeezed his hand tighter, and he squeezed back almost reassuringly. There was no time to scan through all of what was gathered, some having bodies, others simply… didn’t. You saw feathers and more tails, green skins, and disfigured proportion, but your fiancee kept pulling you forward towards the waiting shrine where the same mysterious flames from the night before were dancing up and down through the hall.

What a world this was, you wondered as you lowered your head again, pitying yourself more than anything at this moment. Why you? What had you done to deserve this treatment? To be confronted and forced into a world you didn’t want to be part of? And, oh, why were there more questions than answers? 

Kita - or Shinsuke, you weren’t sure if you wanted to call him that - took the first step up into the shrine, leading you by his hand, but stopping you before entering further, keeping you outside in the rain still and gaining a defeated sigh from you as you came to a halt. Some part of you just wanted this to be over and not prolong it as he said, but you realized that this was only one of the first of many times that Kita would put his demands on you, ignoring your wishes in favor of his own.

“Even if we are bound by this contract, I want you to know…”

His free hand reached up, brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face. A gesture for friends or lovers, not mad spirits that forced you to marry you. But he seemed to have learned how to touch you without his claws hurting you, and as unnerving as his ability to learn was as gentle was his touch to your cheek, caressing your skin even if his touch made your stomach turn in disgust by how intimate it felt. 

“I do love you. I loved you all this time, and by marrying me, you’ll make me happy - even if you aren’t.”

That was when you finally realized it. All this time, you had been bothered by him claiming to care for you, despite putting you through this situation. The hypocrisy of it had nagged you endlessly, but just by his words, you seemed to finally have figured it out. 

Kita did what he thought was best.

It didn’t matter if you disagreed or if it hurt you, as long as it seemed to be the best option for him. Perhaps, in a twisted, self-righteous idea, he did love you in his own way, and no fighting, screaming, and struggling would keep him away from this idea, he manifested in his mind. The idea that wasn’t even remotely close to how humans perceived ‘love’. Even worse than that, you realized that there was nothing you could do that would change his mind. 

Not even the rain falling onto your face and his hand could hide your tears as you realized what kind of a monster you were about to be married to. Someone who didn’t care about you beyond this love he felt and who’d not stop fulfilling his own desires rather than your wishes. But what could you do? You, a mere human who did everything you could have thought of to convince him otherwise? Was there anything else you could have done besides yielding under his pressure? 

Was there anything else than accept Kita’s so-called ‘love’?

➤ Embrace the marriage

➤ Go back to the prologue to change your fate

➤ ?

Read other routes first to unlock more fates

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[keichanz]

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saw this post and the idea wouldn’t leave my brain until i wrote it. so enjoy the random Inukag and moroha family fluff i guess.

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“C’mon, Moroha, I really don’t want to do this tonight...”

With a heavy sigh, Kagome swept aside the reed mat to her home and wasn’t at all surprised to find it empty aside from her lightly dozing husband. He sat against the wall in his usual fashion, legs crossed, arms tucked into his opposite sleeves, and he stared at her with curious, but tired eyes.

Kagome huffed and crossed her arms. “Where’d she go?”

“She?”

She gave him a look. “I know I saw her run in here. Did she climb out the window again?”

A slow blink. “My eyes were closed, wench. I didn’t see anything.”

Kagome wrinkled her nose and tried not to pout because as much as she wanted to believe otherwise, she knew her husband spoke the truth. He and Miroku had just gotten back an hour prior from a week long demon slaying trip and a single glance as he’d dragged himself inside their little hut had told her of his bone-deep exhaustion. He’d shaken his head at her inquisitive look and she hadn’t pried, figuring he’d explain all that had happened tomorrow morning after he’d gotten some well deserved rest and they had a little time to themselves while Moroha slept for another hour or so. So she’d merely smiled, kissed his cheek, and left him to rest while she wrangled up their hyper-active toddler to get ready for her bath.

But of course, true to form, Moroha was anything but compliant, the resulting happiness from her father’s return making her energized, hyper, and consequently turning everything into a game. 

Ergo, why Kagome was now searching for her hyper-active daughter after the child had darted away with mischievous giggles, evidently deciding that a game of Hide and Seek sounded like a great idea.

Kagome disagreed.

Heaving a long-suffering sigh, Kagome jutted her hip to the side and pinned her half-demon with a look of weary tolerance. Inuyasha likened it to fond exasperation.

“You’re lucky I love you.” Dark eyes glinted impishly at him and the corners of her lips twitched.

He fought a grin. “And here I thought you only married me for my ears.”

The look she gave him that time was coy and her smile was even more so.

“Among other things,” she said leadingly and had the audacity to drop her gaze somewhere lower than his face. 

Inuyasha’s lids lowered and he beckoned her over to him with a jerk of his head. “C’mere.”

Kagome bit her lip and took a single step forward before halting herself and narrowing her eyes at him.

“No.”

Black brows rose into silver bangs. “No?”

“Yeah. No, because I know that look, you need to rest, and I need to find your kid so I can give her the bath she’s avoiding.” 

“My kid, huh?”

“Yes, your kid. Because no child of mine would ever be this stubborn and hyper-active and suddenly think bath time would be a great time for Hide and Seek.”

“Really.”

She suppressed another smile. “Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping?”

“Ain’t that what we’re gonna be doing in a couple hours, anyway? Sleep?” Inuyasha rejoined, quirking a brow.

Kagome rose both her eyebrows at him and tipped him a small smile that spoke volumes.

He couldn’t do it. He grinned at her. “Keh.”

Kagome snickered and tossed him a little wink. “Get some rest, dogboy. You’re gonna need it.”

“Cheeky.”

“Only for you.” She smiled, blew him a kiss, and ducked out the door, calling for their wayward daughter once again. 

Chuckling, Inuyasha shook his head and released a yawn. 

A few minutes passed and then suddenly a little nose poked out from behind the curtain of his suikan sleeves, sniffing once, twice, three times. Inuyasha watched, amused, as his daughter tentatively peeked out from behind the large draping sleeves that hid her from view and surveyed their home for her mother. Finding the room empty, Moroha giggled in triumph and slithered out from her father’s lap to land on the floor in a wriggling heap, relishing in her victory. 

Inuyasha gave her a deadpan stare.  “You’re gonna get me in trouble.”

 Moroha grinned at him. “Nooo, Papa help me!”

“You used me, runt.”

“Noooo!” she giggled and got to her feet.

“You gonna let Mama give you a bath?”

“Nooooo.” Vehement head-shaking followed.

“Will you let Papa give you a bath?”

“Noo!” More giggling as she stomped around in circles.

“You ever gonna stop answering everything with ‘no’?”

The devil-child grinned at him. “Nooo.”

Inuyasha’s ear flicked and he nodded sagely. “I see. So then you don’t want the gift that Papa got for you while he was away.”

Moroha’s eyes widened. “N--” She stopped. Blinked. Furrowed her brow as she thought hard for a moment before her eyes brightened. 

Nodding her head rather enthusiastically, she said, “No.”

Inuyasha balked. Blinked. Then narrowed his eyes. “You brat, that’s cheating.”

The toddler smashed her hands against her mouth to hide the obvious grin as she danced in place, bouncing up and down in her excitement.

“Noooo,” she denied amid her giggles, apparently having far too much fun with this particular “game.”

Cheeky. Just like her mother. Keh.

Inuyasha tried to keep the stern look on his face as he shifted his position, moving as if he was getting ready to get to his feet and being deliberately slow about it.

“Alright, runt, you have three seconds to make yourself scarce before you learn how to swim like your old man did and not how your mom wants you to.”

Even at such a young age, Moroha knew it was an empty threat but she acted like it wasn’t anyway, releasing a high-pitched squeal of laughter before turning around and darting through the doorway with more giggles.

Inuyasha sank back down with a grunt and released another yawn as his ears picked up the sound of a gasp, small feet scrambling in the dirt, and then a triumphant “Gotcha, you little sneak!”

Seconds later he heard the melodic sound of his little girl’s laughter as she was “punished” by way of The Tickle Monster, aka, her mother. Softer, throatier laughter joined in before the woman herself stepped through the doorway once more, their daughter tucked beneath her arm like a sack of rice with her little dirty feet kicking merrily in the air.

Placing her free hand on her hip, Kagome arched a brow at him and said dryly, “Didn’t see anything, huh?”

“I was an unwilling accomplice. I’m innocent.”

Kagome snorted her opinion of that. Moroha echoed the sentiment.

Inuyasha frowned at the little backside wiggling in the air at him. “Traitor.”

Said wee traitor giggled, clearly unrepentant.

Kagome couldn’t hold back a smile. “Where was she?”

He stared at her for a minute before resuming his earlier position. Crossing his legs, he stuffed his hands into his sleeves again and cocked a single brow at his wife. 

Kagome gaped at him. Then at their daughter. 

“You sneaky little demon!”

Moroha giggled and squirmed in her mother’s grasp. “Sneaky!”

Inuyasha chuckled.

Kagome pointed at him. “You’re in trouble.”

He grinned.

She narrowed her eyes. “Stop that.”

He stopped.

Rolling her eyes, though unable to keep her lips from twitching upward, Kagome flapped a hand at him as if in dismissal.

“Go to sleep. You’re annoying me.”

“Excuse you, you’re the one who barged in here and disturbed my beauty sleep.”

“Inuyasha, no amount of beauty sleep in the world will--”

“Finish that sentence, wench, and you’ll find the runt and yourself taking a nice little evening swim in the cold river.”

Kagome promptly sealed her lips and smiled as she batted her eyes at him. 

Inuyasha snorted and stuck his nose in the air, closing his eyes. “Beat it. I need my rest and you two are loud.”

Finally giving in with a soft laugh, Kagome shook her head then knelt down to set their daughter on the floor. She whispered something to the toddler and with a bright smile, Moroha obediently scampered on over to her father.

Inuyasha waited until she’d reached his side before dipping his head. He received a soft kiss to his cheek with a soft, “G’night, Papa,” and small arms wrapping around his neck. He hugged his little girl back, wrapping an arm around her tiny body and dropping a kiss to her head. 

“Night, babygirl,” he murmured. He was rewarded with a bright smile - her mother’s smile - before his daughter turned and toddled back to his wife.

Kagome hoisted their toddler up into her arms, bestowed her husband with a soft, loving smile, then turned and left their home to finally give their daughter her long-overdue bath.

When Inuyasha woke, it was fully dark out and a small hand - a familiar hand - was lazily stroking his ear. Said ear flicked, there was a brief pause, then the gentle massage continued. One by one his sense came back online; the smoke and burning wood from the fire pit was the first thing to register. Next was the soothing sounds of two heartbeats, one slow and steady with the rhythm of slumber, and the other calm and nearby. Lastly was the feeling of something warm and soft leaning against his bare back, skin against skin, warm lips pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

He sighed, deciding he was content enough for the moment to relish in the warmth, the feeling of his wife’s body against his own, her forever intoxicating sent surrounding him as she stoked his ear. But then she started kissing his neck and he abruptly decided nope time to move.

A shift, a tug, and then he had her under him, bare and beautiful and smiling. Her hands pressed against his chest and he leaned down, kissed her nose, her jaw, her chin.

“Miss me?” he murmured and laid his forehead against hers, eyes twin pools of heated amber gold. 

“Yes.” No hesitation, no pause; just open honesty, genuine love in those dark eyes. Hands curled around the back of his neck as she tilted her face up, a silent request.

“Show me,” he whispered against her mouth before claiming it in a slow, languid kiss that had he been aching to give her for days. 

His wife, the mother of his child, his beloved Kagome happily returned it, her passion soft but urgent, heady but contained, hot but maddeningly slow. She whispered his name, kissed him one more time, then promptly rolled him onto his back so she could do as he bade and show him how much she’d missed him.

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