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pennyellee · 3 months

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰

title: champagne confetti pairings: heartthrob!jk, yandere!jk x fashion employee f!reader genre: dark romance, smut, porn with plot, 90s word count: 14K beta read by @chaoticpuff17 release date: 24.1.2024 23:00/11 PM CEST - 17:00/5 PM EDT

summary: You, a determined fashion designer, find yourself entangled in a collaboration with the irresistibly charming and egotistic heartthrob, Jeon Jungkook. Will this partnership remain strictly professional, or will he make the lines blur?

warnings: minors dni 18+ | sexual tension, emotional distress, teasing, unprotected sex, jk is selfish af, jk is delulu, oral (fem and m receiving), spanking, implied cum swallowing, creampie, soft yandere behaviour, obsessive behaviour, choking, rough sex, pussy pounding, bruises, manipulation, gaslighting, strong language disclaimer: this story is purely fictional, it does not depict real-life events or involve any actual members of BTS. This story will contain strong language, explicit content, obsessive behaviour, alcohol drinking, illegal activities, oppressiveness, which we do not condone.

author's note: so, ehm, this story got way outta my hands, it was supposed to be a goddamn rom-com with enemies to lovers trope - i wanted to build around the character trope of Rachel Green from Friends because she is my favourite character of all times, what i wanted to build around was how Rachel was offered a job at Louis Vuitton but it was in Paris - that was supposed to be the whole plot (with slight changes ofc), well and somehow it went in a different direction. Nonetheless I really enjoyed writing this fic and i hope you'll enjoy reading it as much. See you on the 24th chummers, love you! 🩵

“I know you took it,” you said, crossing your arms on your breasts. The heels of your black leather boots echoed in the apartment when you turned to face him.

“Took your breath away by that heated kiss, sexy, certainly. Otherwise I did not take anything.” Jungkook scoffed, crossing his arms defensively. The tension in the room was palpable as you square your shoulders, refusing to back down. You blinked twice at his cheesiness. The tip of your tongue moved to rest on the bottom of your upper teeth, your smile spreading on your face. The chuckle came out of you so naturally, laughing at his ridiculously ridiculous behaviour.

“Don’t play dumb, I know it was all you. You malicious sabotaging petty boy—” You retorted, articulation perfectly clear while the words laced with underlying frustration and anger.

He sighed, weariness settling over him. “You think I stole your portfolio to sabotage your career? You’re giving me too much credit, love.” Here he comes.

“I said nothing about my portfolio, Jungkook.” You said playing with his name on your tongue. A tense silence hung in the air as he considered your words, clicking his tongue, clearly annoyed and you were just getting started.

“I managed to figure that out. A drink?—” He offered, shrugging her statements of like snow in summer whilst he moved to the small bar that was a part of his spacious living room.

“I don’t want a drink, Jungkook. I want it back now,” you replied, your tone cutting through the casual offer. The anger in your gaze intensified, fuelled by the frustration of dealing with his nonchalant attitude.

“Let’s talk, baby.” He gestured towards the living room, as if trying to usher you into a more comfortable setting for the impending confrontation. He knew this was just a little shower, the real storm was still far away, giving him space to prepare.

As you moved, you couldn't help but notice the contrast between your demeanour and his. While your arms were still crossed defensively, his posture exuded a calm confidence that irked you further.

You took a seat on the edge of the sofa, not willing to fully settle into the illusion of camaraderie. Jungkook, on the other hand, sprawled onto a nearby chair, the picture of nonchalance.

“I need that portfolio to get a job because a certain someone has to be bitchy and sabotage my whole career because his big ass ego cannot take rejection. Give it to me,” you fired off, your words sharp and accusatory. He leaned back in the chair, smirking.

“Those are very bold words, Y/N. I would prefer to think of it as a wake-up call for you, not sabotage.” Your incredulous glare only intensified.

“Are you fucking serious Jungkook? A wake up call? You’ve just jeopardised everything I’ve worked for, and you’re calling this a wake up call?”

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his gaze locked onto yours.

“I can get you a better job.”

You scoffed. The audacity of his response fuelled the simmering anger within you.

“You can’t get a shit, so give it back to me, and I’ll be on my way,” you requested.

Jungkook’s smirk remained, an infuriating mix of arrogance and nonchalance.

“No,” he said, smiling. Your hands clenched into fists at your sides, the frustration reaching a boiling point. He leaned back, seemingly unperturbed by your rising anger.

“What do you mean no?!” you shot back, your voice sharp.

“You were about to make a decision that would have consequences beyond your imagination. I had to intervene.”

“What the fuck are you on again?” Jungkook’s gaze remained fixed on you, the intensity of his stare almost unnerving while your voice went an octave higher. Your frustration reached its peak, and you stood up, pacing the room as you ranted. You were breathing heavily, trying to calm yourself.

You needed that portfolio, it was a collection of years of a work and your best work to be specific. The lousy new version won’t get you a job at no high-profile fashion brand and you cannot afford to go lower than your last position.

“Alright—” You said defeated, turning yourself to face him again, you put off your black leather jacket and fixed your low ponytail, slumping back to his sofa. Spreading your arms on the backrest and cross your legs.

Jungkook took a moment to breathe in the sight before him; he was throbbing for you.

“—what do you want?” you asked. He leaned back further into the chair, putting his masculine tattooed arms to rest on the back of his head, showing his abs from under the white tank top he is wearing.

“What do I want?” he mused, as if contemplating the question but he already knew.

“Spill it out.” You barked and he chuckled at your eagerness. He got up from his seat and dangerously slowly walked towards you.

When he reached you, both of his arms pressed to the leather of the sofa inches from you, caging your body. Your breath stammered as you looked at him towering over you, the golden chain around his neck hanging.

“Firstly, I want you to be my good girl, apologise for being a brat the other day and admit there is an “us”. Secondly—” he whispered seductively, closing the approximate distance while doing so. He was right in your face, looking over at your lips evidently he was controlling himself to not attack them. He invaded your personal space. The sudden shift in atmosphere left you breathless, and you could feel the heat radiating between you.

You squared your shoulders, refusing to succumb to the intoxicating energy he exuded. “I won’t apologise for any shit, now secondly?” You said while trying to hold your horses. You hate to admit your pussy was clenching and leaking under his gaze. He was attractive, and no one could deny that.

His fingers grazed your cheek gently, a teasing touch that sent a jolt of electricity through your body. You swallowed hard, trying to maintain a semblance of composure.

“I want these feisty little plump lips wrapped around my thick cock—”

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silentcryracha · 11 months

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❍ ‗ Love Language (Skz - Hyung line) ‗ ❍

Pairings : Chan x reader, Minho x reader, Changbin x reader, Hyunjin x reader

Genre/warnings : Half headcanon and half scenarios. They all start fluffy and fun and end up suggestively/with a little smut. Regardless strictly 18+

Summary : Each member has some specific dynamics in their relationship that makes your love so special. These are some of them <3

Word count : 2.1 K

A/n : The summary and title suck I know apologies lol, just read to understand lol. Anyways have fun!

ps: There could be errors. Do NOT repost on other socials. Leave feedback if you feel like it, otherwise enjoy! ♡︎

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Chan ‗ ❍

Chan would be absolutely smitten with someone that either had his same talents with music (the whole process) or at the very least someone that is genuinely interested in what he does. He would feel very validated and happy about it , for sure.

"Oh wow is this something new?" he'd answer yes and ask if you wanted to hear it. Of course you'd say yes in a heartbeat. You'd sit on his lap and listening intently to the new sample/recording, bopping your head to it slightly along with the rhythm.

He would try play it cool but would secretly be really hopeful of your response. When you finished listening you'd say something like "That was great, Channie. I especially liked-" and then you'd go into detail about it. He would be smiling so wide I just know.

Extra bonus points if you start adding some technical specifics or took the initiative to give other ideas, keeping in mind everything that you learned from him. Now he's absolutely in awe and wouldn't be able to hide it.

Or maybe it could be a lyric draft, a new dance bit to learn, some raw vocals and so on. Honestly just any part of his work.

He can be insecure sometimes and doubt his own abilities, so I feel like he would gain so much confidence if someone that he genuinely cared about gave him positive feedback. Especially since you'd try to be always really honest with each other, he would value that a lot too.

So in short, shower him in compliments and make him all shy, he'll love that and hate that at the same time.

It could also be that maybe you're not an expert in the matter and would simply ask him to explain further his inspiration/ideas or the process behind whatever he was doing.

Either way one of you would end up impressed af and randomly go like "You know that was really hot, right?"

Next thing you know you're fucking on the studio couch. Or the desk. Or you riding him on the studio chair. The possibilities are multiple.

"So you think I'm really hot, uh?" he'd tease, making you smile breathlessly. You'd get closer to his ear and whisper "Yes. Always" making him groan.

"You seemed such an expert a few moments ago" he'd say in between thrusts, "Should we make our own beat? What do you say, uh? Can't talk now?" you'd clench around him, too out of it to respond.

"My baby is too fucked out to talk now?" he'd tease, but quickly add some sort of praise like "My good girl, so smart".

He could and would absolutely tease you to get you hot and bothered but would never miss to also shower you in praises like you do with him.

Minho ‗ ❍

I feel he's someone who would love to have a person that can easily match his energy, but also sweep him off his feet.

If he's being serious, he'd want you to also be serious. Unless it was a situation in which you know that he just needs some jokes to make him calm down. If he's in a teasing mood or maybe a rare cheesy mood, he'd like you to play along. Imagine if he decided to be really sweet and you're like "What are you doing Minho"

He would absolutely take it ten times worse that it actually is. Especially if we're talking about occasions in which he allows himself to be comfortable and play around. So don't do that please lol

He would find it very amusing if you actually managed to not only keep up with him but maybe even take it a step further. Maybe when he's making a joke or being ironic. If he's being cute and you act even cuter it would make him happy/shy. If he gets into a heated conversation and you're open to discuss it with him, he would really appreciate you speaking your mind and listening to his thoughts.

He would also get quite protective of your own feelings, wanting to demonstrate the same consideration and love to you. He'd make sure to also adapt well to your own mood or cheer you up and comfort you if you needed it. I guess we could say that trusting each other with your feelings and emotions is your love language. And that's why you work so well together; you're truly friends before you're lovers.

But again, in general he would get so giddy and excited when you do share his vibe. Would probably end up with the tension going through the roof. Sexy, angsty, funny, cute. Doesn't matter really.

And now suddenly he's having his way with you in whichever place you're in and truly keep the energy going.

"Oh you think you're funny now, uh?" would absolutely tease you for going along with him and turn it against you. Say shit like"Such a naughty girl for making such jokes" only to make you go insane.

Not in public, absolutely never in public. He's not a big fan of drawing the attention on him especially when he feels vulnerable. But once you get home, oh boy. Again, could be anywhere around the house in any moment of the day.

"Minho-" you'd try to say in between kisses, "Are you sure this is the time for this?" your tone not convincing even yourself. He'd smirk, jokingly grazing his teeth on your neck, "Why not? What, you want me to stop?" he'd tease, making you immediately say no and kiss him harshly.

Those kind of "I don't even know how I ended up here" type of situations. Insane and unhinged just like the man himself.

A joke goes too far and you're laughing a little to hard while you're doing laundry? The washing machine will do. You just got home and are too horny to think straight? The wall next to the entrance sounds good. It's a lazy evening and you're watching something on tv? The bedroom is the place. And so on <3

Changbin ‗ ❍

Changbin is probably someone who would love to have someone that he could spoil and take care of, 'baby' if you will, but would 100% do it back. I almost feel like it would be a standard for a relationship.

He is the type of man that would treat you like royalty and make sure that you're never missing anything. He wouldn't do it expecting to get anything in return, it's just really a matter of affecting and his love language.

But, it would make him very very happy if his s/o had the same type of dynamic.

For him specifically we're talking about both non material and material type of gifts/attention. Like comforting you or making you laugh when you need it, always making sure that you're comfortable and taken care of.

But also I feel like he would spoil you with gifts both randomly and in special occasions. If for example he buys you a birthday gift, it would have to be the best option that fit your taste perfectly. I also feel like you noticing it and making a comment on it like "Oh, Binnie thank you so much, it's my favorite color!" would make him extremely proud. Just in general seeing you happy and knowing that he contributed to it.

On your side, I think he would truly appreciate even the smallest and most mundane things like grabbing his jacket for him before he goes out and give him a little kiss goodbye, adding a slightly bigger portion of a food that he likes in comparison to another that he enjoys less, taking his hand/stroking his arm when he's feeling nervous to comfort him and so on.

It would make him feel loved. And a little babyed too, which I think he'd love to be honest. He'd absolutely baby you in return though, for sure.

All of these situations could easily turn into more explicit ones with the right setting or the right occasion.

For example, if we're talking about gifts, something a little kinky could be you buying a set of lingerie 'just for him'. Or the opposite. He could be the one buying you a nice necklace and comment on how he'd "Like to see you wearing only that"

Or maybe he could have a special event/professional engagement that he's feeling nervous about and you could say something like "I know you're gonna do great. My Binnie is always so good" getting closer to him adding "Make sure to do very well today too for me, okay? Just think of me waiting for you at home with a gift for you only" you'd add some touching or kissing to really seal the deal.

Good job, now you successfully turned him on. Would probably get distracted from his anxiety and go around with a shit eating grin, and of course, do absolutely great on stage. And after that he'd come come with a purpose, and that purpose was thanking you properly for giving him the confidence that he needed. And find his gift, of course.

Not even the time for you to congratulate him on his performance or say hello for that matter, that he'd be passionately kissing you. "Want to show me that little gift you were talking about, princess?" you'd smirk at him and just go "Unwrap it yourself, baby boy".

And he would absolutely do that in no time but not before picking you up and then bringing you to the bedroom to fully enjoy his gift.

Hyunjin ‗ ❍

Hyunjin is somewhat of an introvert yes, but he is also someone who can completely transform on stage, and that is thanks to confidence. Whether he's actually confident or kind of 'fakes it til he makes it', you can't really tell the difference. And that's because nonetheless he genuinely enjoys himself and has lots of fun dancing, singing and performing in general.

This is why I think that something that he would truly appreciate and find attractive in a s/o is the ability to be carefree. Doesn't necessarily mean that you couldn't be insecure or at the contrary be extremely confident. It just means that nonetheless you would be able to have fun and enjoy yourself when you're doing something you like.

For him it can be dancing, for you it can be something else. Whatever it is I feel like it would make him happy to see you truly happy. And also not take yourself too seriously. Maybe even make fun of each other from time to time.

Like when he's practicing a dance routine and being all sexy and serious and shit, maybe even purposefully make a show for you, and by the end of it you'd go "Hwang Hyunjin stop making sexy faces it's just me. Or do you want to seduce the walls?" that would probably make him laugh and instantly shift the mood. Maybe even get him a little shy, never hurts to tease.

And that's when you play it off, but there could easily be other occasions in which he would 100% try to seduce you and be successful at it.

He could be singing or dancing to a particularly 'exciting' song and somehow get you involved. Maybe whispering some lyrics with a low voice, or get you to dance/move with him finding an excuse to touch you. Or maybe both at the same time.

You could also play the same game though. Maybe one night you're feeling particularly in a good mood and just wanted to dance/sing like there's no tomorrow, so you'd try to get Hyunjin involved in your fun, usually being successful. He'd get shy at first but would slowly start to let himself go too.

In the same situation, if you were feeling in a specific mood though, you'd try your best to seduce him. Again, maybe mouthing or singing some lyrics suggestively and giving him bedroom eyes. Or dancing in the sexiest way you could manage, swaying your hips, touching your body or straight up coming onto him and teasing him up close, inviting him to put his own hands on you.

At that point the level of attraction that he was already feeling just from seeing you being so carefree and confident in having fun would straight up turn into being horny. He'd follow your movements with his hands on your body, maybe joining for a while only to explode not long after.

Any surface would do. You'd be way too drunk on each other and with way too much tension to release to think straight. "Look how messy we are right now, and who's fault is that?" he'd whisper in your ear while fucking you against the dance practice room wall.

"I have no idea" you'd tease, making him chuckle breathlessly, before bringing his head closer with your hand to kiss him deeply.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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robinbuckleyluvr · 2 years

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OMG YES HI!! this is more of a blurb/drabble idea cause it's not that long but like - roomate!au with robin where there's a spider in your room and she removes it cause you're afraid or grossed out or something but then you're like "yes the spider might be out but i sure as hell ain't sleeping in this room tonight" and you end up sleeping in robin's room? idk i just think it's the perfect alternative version of "there's only one bed!" and i'm totally here for it

but if this doesn't inspire you or you just don't want to write it, that's okay! thank you for hearing me out <33

thank u sm for this HAHA i loved this idea tbh - you have no idea how much u helped me, my writers block went poof!

⊹˚˖⁺ Moonlight - Robin Buckley!

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Pairing: Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader - College!au

Summary: basically what the request says!

Warnings: spiders?? cheesy shit at the end??

Notes: thank u sm again for the idea LOL. love how u said it was a drabble but i made it long af LOL... also i swear the title will make sense at the end.

Word Count: 1.2k (its ok after i saw how much i wrote i cried too)

After a long day of classes, Robin Buckley sat alone in her college bedroom - reading one of her favorite books - Frankenstein. She could hear people in the dorm room above her having a party, which was not pleasant for her at all, but she chose to ignore the footsteps and the music.

Suddenly, someone frantically knocked on her door, startling her and causing her to drop her book -- pulling her out of her thoughts.

Robin sighed and picked up her book, quickly setting it down on her desk before rushing to open her door.

"Oh, Hi Y/N!" Robin greeted her friend happily as she opened her door, "What's up?"

"You need to come to my dorm right now!" Her friend exclaimed, "There's this huge spider in my wall, it's like right above my bed, I felt it staring at me while I was there, I swear!"

"Come on Y/N, spiders aren't that scary," Robin said calmly.

"Yes, they are! How can you be so calm about this?" Y/N said agitatedly as she took Robin's hand and practically dragged her out of her dorm, "You know, by the time we get to my dorm, that spider could've hid under my pillow already."

"Okay, okay! I'm just saying spiders aren't that bad."

"Are you okay, Robin?"

Y/N quickly led Robin to her room, not sparing a single second in fear the spider could 'run away'. As soon as they got to Y/N's room, she opened up the door slowly, letting Robin go inside first.

"Where did you say the spider was?" Robin asked as she looked around.

"Above my bed," Y/N replied

"Oh, my God!" Robin exclaimed.

"What happened?"

"I didn't know you liked Madonna," Robin teased as she picked up one of Y/N's cassettes.

"Robin! The spider!" Y/N said desperately, still standing outside of the door.

"Yeah, yeah," Robin sighed and put the tape down, "Maybe the spider's here because she also likes Madonna."

"Oh, totally," Y/N chuckled.

"I don't see it," Robin said calmly, "Are you completely sure it was a spider? Maybe it was just a hole in the wall--"

"Yes, Robin, I am pretty sure I know a spider when I see it," Her friend cut her off quickly as she entered the room and looked around for the spider, "It's here somewhere, I can feel its presence,"

"I don't think that's possible besides -- wait, I think I see it,"

"Holy shit, where?" Y/N said desperately as she hid behind Robin and looked around her room again.

"First off, I don't think hiding behind me is going to do anything," Robin laughed, "And secondly, it's right over there, above your desk."

"Oh, my God, Robin, stop laughing and kill the spider! Do something!"

"It hasn't done anything to you why would I kill it, I think I'll just take it outside."

"It could be a mother and its babies could be running around my room right now, Robin."

"That's unlikely, that would mean the spider have to have been here for about four weeks at least, since spider eggs take about two to three weeks to hatch--"

"Robin I don't need to think about a hundred tiny spiders running around my room right now, or ever!" Y/N sighed, "Please just take it somewhere!"

"Fine, fine," Robin chuckled, "Do you have a cup or something?"

"I don't see what's so funny, Robin! But yes, I have a cup on top of my dresser."

Robin quickly walked over her friend's dresser and picked up the plastic cup that stood there, also taking a piece of paper from the desk.

Y/N slowly walked away from Robin and the spider, watching her friend quickly trap the spider inside the cup and slipping a paper under the cup.

"There we go!" Robin said happily as she took the spider and walked out of the room -- Y/N watching her from a corner of her room with a scared look on her face.

"See? That wasn't so bad," Robin spoke happily as she came back and closed the door of her friend's room behind her, "Also, I wasn't sure if you wanted the cup back so I threw it away on the way back,"

"That's okay, thank you anyway," Y/N said quietly as she smiled at her friend, "You might've just saved my life," She sighed dramatically as she sat on her bed.

"Glad I could help!" Robin smiled back and quickly glanced at her wristwatch, "Well, um, it's getting kinda late so, I should go,"

"You're leaving?" Y/N exclaimed, "The spider might be out - but I am not staying here alone tonight, or staying here at all I think!"

"I'll read you a bedtime story if you'd like," Robin joked as she sat beside her friend.

"Ah yes, could it maybe be Little Red-Riding Hood?" Y/N played along.

"Of course," Robin chuckled.

"I'll sleep on the street if I have to,"

"Come on, it's freezing out there, you'll get sick!" Robin said worriedly.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure to sleep on top of a tree so the spider doesn't find me," Y/N joked.

"Are you seriously not sleeping here tonight?"

"Not if I can avoid it."

"In that case, why don't you stay with me? In my room, I mean." Robin said quietly.

"Will we even fit into your bed? I'd rather sleep on top of a tree than make you uncomfortable,"

"Don't worry about that,"

"What if I snore? Or worse - what if you snore?"

"Well, in case something like that happens, I can always sleep on the couch," Robin explained calmly as she offered out her hand to her friend.

"Very well then," Y/N said as she took Robin's hand and got up, "You may lead the way now,"

And so they took off hand-in-hand to Robin's dorm, both happy knowing the spider was out.

"I am so tired," Y/N said as she joined Robin on her bed, "Should I turn off the lights?"

"Yeah, I think we've been up long enough," Robin chuckled.

"Are you completely sure there are no spiders in your room, Robin?"

"Yes, I am completely sure,"

Robin and Y/N had been up for hours - talking about their friends, classes, and how the cafeteria food absolutely sucks.

"Robin, Could I ask you something?" Y/N asked as she turned to her side to face Robin.

"Yeah, why not?"

"Do you actually like spiders?"

"Back at it again with the spiders?" Robin chuckled, "But well, if we're being honest, I don't love spiders, but I also don't totally hate them,"

"After you took out the spider, I feel like I owe you my life,"

"Glad to be your knight in shining armor!"

"I'll be sure to come and get you whenever I need someone to rescue me," Y/N joked.

However, Robin did not say anything in reply. They were both lying in bed, looking at each other, moonlight slightly shining across the room - lighting up their faces.

"You have a lot of freckles," Y/N spoke suddenly.

"Really? I didn't know that," Robin laughed.

"Could I tell you something else?"

"Of course, as long as its not spider related,"

"Sometimes, when I look at you, I want to stare at you forever and count up all your freckles, Robin."

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paperdoe · 4 years

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An Unexpected Friendship

(Disclaimer: A Lord of the Rings Online fic about a real in-game event. The Great Goblin had incapacitated Rho, but the lynx companion Lore Masters can summon still lived and killed the Goblin King, completing the quest for me :D. People familiar with the game may be confused about the timeline. For clarity, I skipped the Misty Mountains quest pack until I completed the Mines of Moria/Mirkwood storyline, then went back for quest and general deeds. I chose this Great Goblin instead of the world instance one, as the dynamics of the world instance would make a slightly different story than originally planned.) He had never intended to adopt a wild animal. It went against his laws.

So the wild animal adopted him.

Daerhovan tucked the lower half of his face into his scarf in an effort to fend of the biting winds howling down from the Misty Mountains. Though he walked across it’s snowy expanses with ease, cold and fatigue were beginning to catch up with him. The last of his rations had been given to those who were tired and wounded after the attack upon Dol Guldur. The giftee’s were concerned and tried to refuse, but Daerhovan insisted. His trek across the Misties would be swift. And he could feed off the land.

Daerhovan had only wanted to return to Eriador, especially Angmar, to observe how the land was healing after the fall of Carn Dum’s Elite. He wanted to stop thinking about a certain dwarf who’s face and body had been slow to leave his mind. Daerhovan looked up, his keen eyes spotting a good vantage point in the form of a rocky precipice. From atop, hazy images of towering forests and the faint glow of sunlight heralded the location of the Vale of Imladris, though the elven settlement itself could not be seen. Daerhovan’s heart stirred at the prospect of a warm bed and proper food that didn’t consist of stunted roots and stinking Snowbeast meat. Nimbly, he scaled down the short cliffside, being careful to avoid loose rocks when he saw footprints. And blood. Relatively fresh.

Curious, Daerhovan crouched to inspect the tracks. They were smaller than a sabre, and shallowerer depressions around the pads indicated thick fur. This was made by a Mountain Lynx, for sure. The blood must have been from its prey.

But as Daerhovan moved forward to study it’s movements, something seemed off. It’s steps were deep, and it’s stride short. The animal had appeared to drag its belly through the snow on a couple of places throughout it’s trek. The blood increased as the tracks went on.

“Poor thing…’ The elf murmured. Obviously the animal had not caught prey, but was heavily wounded and exhausted. Distracted from his original quest, Daerhovan carefully followed the struggling animal’s journey. It did not take long for him to find it’s end. And it’s end it was indeed.

A clump of thick ruddy fur was half buried by snow drifts. A rumble of sympathy sounded from within Daerhovan as he gently touched the spotted fur of the dead lynx. What had happened to it? His pondering was cut short as a thin wail sounded from the pile of rocks in front of him. Daerhovan practically leaped to it, spotting an opening from within the pile. The wailing persisted. Peeking inside, he could see a small scrap of fur in the gloom. This lynx must have been a mother, and this must be her cub.

Without thinking, he peered more closely at the inside the den, seeing only one cub, and reached a hand inside the hole, carefully feeling around for the animal. Locating its neck scruff; Daerhovan gently transferred it out of the den and immediately into the warmth of his cloak. The vale was not far. He could make it before the cub succumbed to the cold. In the back of his mind he knew was doing something against his nature. It had always been his belief to let nature live it’s dance of life and death without his interference. So why had he taken a cub, doomed to die without it’s mother’s care? He had seen newborn animals die before. As harsh as the statement sounded, why was this one any different?

These thoughts raced through his mind as Daerhovan swiftly descended from the Mountains. He kept his distance from the Snow beasts and lurkers, making the tail end of the trek uneventful. Daerhovan hoped that Gloin’s camp would be occupied, alas for his luck, the occupants must have moved somewhere else. Grumbling, he checked on the cub; still clinging to life, but barely. He had to quicken his pace.

As he made his way through the narrow pass towards the North Gate of Imladris, the cold relented it’s grip, and warm sunlight broke through. Red rooftops of elven settlements glinted.

---

“Leaving already? You’ve barely arrived!”

Daerhovan grinned sheepishly at Maeglir. A high elf like that onto Glorfindel, who also resided in the valley.

“She grows stronger each day. I want her to grow up beyond the valley.”

Maeglir merely clicked his tongue in response, wandering over to inspect the cub, who was currently curled up in a nest of soft blankets. Daerhovan smiled warmly at her, stroking it’s short, tufted ears. Alright, she was adorable.

It had been nearly two months since he found his way into Imladris. More like stumbled in.

In a guest room offered to him by Elrond Half-elven himself; he spent days nursing the cub back from the brink of death. She had been cold, and starving. Sustenance had been difficult to come by at first, but another elf had eventually prepared a formula the cub could sustain herself on. The resident elves had been won over by it’s plight, and helped Daerhovan care for her.

“But where would you go? You know how dangerous the wilderlands are outside of the Valley. Echad Candelleth, or even Thorenhad would be safer.” Maeglir argued. Daerhovan grinned warmly at the half noldo. Though they didn’t consider themselves to be good friends, Maeglir still had a protective streak. Daerhovan met his deep blue gaze, indicating Maeglir’s Vanyar blood. “Centuries have I lived in the wilds. I can manage.” He looked down at the cub. “I don’t wish for Verya to be conditioned to the care of those who would only pamper her. She must remain wild.” Maeglir’s eyes thinned shrewdly at the Silvan elf. “You’ve given it a name? That contradicts your statement. You have subjected yourself to bond with it.” Maeglir huffed, excusing himself from the room. Confused mumblings of “Foolish” and “Much better places to raise infant animals” could be heard as the door creaked shut.

Daerhovan chuckled lightly, turning his attention back to the cub. She looked so safe in her makeshift nest. Was it really wise to take her out of here? Maeglir might have been right about giving her a name ...But he didn’t know what else to call it. Besides, her name reflected the brave and relentless spirit she had displayed so far. He only found it fitting.

---

Daerhovan already had a place in mind to look after Verya, until she could take care of herself. In the wilds of the High Moor; wild boards, bog guardians, giant flies, and bears prowled, but if the young lynx was to survive out here, she must know her place. His plan was to relocate her to a place nearby and stay with the feline as soon as she could take care of herself. He dared not take her farther west of the Bruinien Gorge, worried that her thick fur would cause her to overheat in the lowlands.

He brought no horse with him as he and his feline companion trekked upward through the vale, towards the entrance of the Hidden Valley. He wondered if he should carry her up the climb, but Verya seemed to be holding up well. Their exercises around the Vale seemed to have made her legs sturdy enough to increase her stamina. Daerhovan looked up into the trees, mimicking the whistle of the loudest of the chirps of birds that could be heard. Calling it to him. Daerhovan held an arm up as a Stellars Jay answered his call, alighting on said arm.

Would you scout the higher grounds for me, my friend?

The bird twittered, and flew off into the forests.

---

Large bears and boars prowled in the wilds, his feathered messenger relayed. Daerhovan sighed. He’d communed with such animals before, but both tended to be fiercely territorial; despite his assurances he would be out of their way.

But perhaps there was one place..

---

He had found it once before. A little glade that marked the border between The Trollshaws and Eregion. He’d always been fond of the sights of the Misty Mountains in one direction, with towering trees in another. Grand, but quiet.

Daerhovan looked down on his companion, beaming. “Welcome to your new home…”

---

Daerhovan rapped his staff against a boulder. Startled, the hare he had been after scampered away, and Daerhovan prayed it would head in Verya’s direction. The felid merely gave it a passing glance before twisting her neck to wash her back. Alright, so maybe hares were still too big for her.

Days passed without any hunting progress from her, and he began to worry she was depending too much on him to take care of her. Daerhovan tried to keep his distance, quashing his anxiety about leaving the cub alone.

He sat in the shade of a young oak, pondering what to do next. A flash of blue burst from the bushes across from him, a ruddy feline in hot pursuit. Daerhovan stood up in surprise as Verya gave a mighty leap, slapping down the bunting with one giant paw. She noticed the elf afterwards, and to him it seemed her blue eyes gleamed with triumph.

---

Weeks passed. Verya was beginning to master hunting on her own. Her biggest catches had been hares and the occasional turkey. As an adult she would be able to take on goats and possibly anything slightly bigger. She was also rapidly growing in size, and on the rare times Daerhovan had to carry her (usually when she got stuck in brambles) his arms would start to strain. Her physicality seemed to be adapting to this warmer environment, as he noticed her fur was slightly thinner, despite the fact it was mid Summer. He was worried at first that she may have taken ill, but her pelt was still glossy and well groomed. He still mostly kept his distance, observing her from afar.

Weeks turned into months, and Verya was on the cusp of adulthood. Her weight and height had greatly increased, and she could tackle a man to the ground if she so wished. With a pang in his heart, Daerhovan realized it was almost time to leave her alone for good. His original plan of returning her the the Misties moot now as she adapted more and more to the climate of the Trollshaws. But there was one final test before Daerhovan was confident enough to leave her.

For the most part she had hunted in the woods of the Trollshaws. But lately Verya had been wandering into the wilds of Eregion. Perhaps to seek out bigger prey? Daerhovan tracked her movements, surprised as she ventured further than she ever had inside the region.

He finally caught up with her after a couple days since he first tracked the lynx. A freshly killed goat at her paws, jaws tugging on the last strips of meat. Surely she brought it down herself? Only one way to find out. Daerhovan clicked his tongue as he approached, alerting her to his presence. She whipped her head around, hackles raised, but relaxed when she recognized his scent. He spoke softly in his native tongue, praising her for the kill. Reassuring the lynx it was all hers while giving the carcass itself a wide berth. Glancing swiftly at her paws, he saw the goats fur still caught in the sharp claws, and he had his answer. She had passed the test.

---

The landscape gleamed with silver light as the full moon traveled slowly over indigo skies partially obscured by the dark shadows of towering pines and mountains. In the gloom of the forest, Daerhovan worked swiftly yet quietly as he packed his essentials into his satchel. Verya had returned to the glade after her hunt, and last time he checked, was sleeping soundly in a den she had found, an old badger set fortified by tree roots. It was as good as anytime to leave now. He hated to admit it, but he was dreading the parting. The little glade felt like home almost, and he had grown very fond of the lynx. (Which he had dreaded in the first place, but it couldn't be helped). Looking back at her den, a pang in his heart almost convinced him to stay for a few days more. Why did this feel wrong?

No, she must not grow accustomed to people. He tried to convince himself. With a heavy sigh, he turned back from the glade, through Giant Valley, until he found the Great East Road again. Planning to visit Imladris once more before heading north into Angmar.

---

“Tell the council your report, Nogmeldir.” Elrond’s clear voice rang throughout the hall.

The haggard looking elf nodded, clearing his throat. “I talked with those camped atop Vindurhal, and braved the blizzards to the half buried dwarven settlement of Hrimbarg. Elf, man, and dwarf alike confirmed reports of increased activity within and around Goblin Town.”

“Did you find out any reason why this would be?” Glorfindel chimed in, his hard grip on the armchair betraying his seemingly calm demeanor.

Nogmeldir nodded vigorously. “I was getting to that. They’re rumours, mostly, but it’s said a Great Goblin has once again taken the throne. I found Gloin of Erebor camped close to the lower entrance, and he confirms the goblins have become more aggressive. People have gone missing, with trails of blood and scraps of clothes leading to the mountain they reside in.” The scout gingerly pulled a ratty scrap of cloth from within his satchel. “And there was this.” His voice was soft, but grave as he passed the cloth to Elrond.

Daerhovan, who had also been called to the council shortly after his return to Imladris, peered at the cloth curiously. “Is that writing upon it?”

Elrond nodded. “Indeed. They are orders to fortify the outer ramparts.” Penetrating grey eyes fixed on Daerhovan. “Telphindor, you mentioned curious workings near Goblin Town on your first trek through the mountains some months before. Do you believe these are the outer ramparts mentioned?”

Daerhovan thought back to that time, a little before the downfall of Mordirith. He had been sent to the Misty Mountains to scout the water sources to see if reports that they were being poisoned were true. (Which indeed they were, though the perpetrator was unknown.) More concerning news from person to person had brought him to the High Pass. During one venture, he had found the goblins preparing black powder for fire pots. And what seemed like newly constructed bridges and tents of crude goblin-make swathed throughout the peaks and gullies. “I do.” Daerhovan answered tentatively, feeling uncomfortable with all the attention on him. “The goblin forces seemed more organized. And I could see what appeared to be couriers running to and fro from the mountain to the camps.”

Elrond nodded grimly. “Yes, I remember your report. I had thought Angmar was involved.” The lord of Imladris leaned on one shoulder, brow furrowing in deep thought and concern. “Now...now I wonder if there has been another Great Goblin all along.”

Glorfindel stood, his countenance imposing. “I wonder that too. But now I believe they were indeed in league with Angmar. But since their downfall the Great Goblin could be trying to finish what they started in the Mountains. Whatever that was. And assuming these rumors are true.”

“Then I deem it is necessary to investigate them.” Elrond responded heavily, his gaze sweeping across those present. “One of you must venture into the High Pass. And into Goblin-Town itself.”

An uncomfortable silence descended upon the council. Daerhovan noticed those present twiddling their thumbs and looking grave. He knew Elrond, Glorfindel, or Elrond’s sons themselves would go if they could, but he was aware that other pressing matters kept them here. Nogmeldir looked exhausted and cold, as if the chill of the mountains was reluctant to let go of him. Others looked too afraid to venture into the heights. Daerhovan sighed inwardly. It was going to have to be him, once again. “I will go. If it pleases the council.”

The oppressing silence was broken with breaths of relief and approving murmurs. Elrond smiled, though Daerhovan thought he looked apologetic. “You do indeed know these mountains, Telphindor. I could not think of a better choice. It is decided then. You will scout Goblin Town to confirm these reports. May Elbereth look down kindly upon you.”

---

The Galladhrim elf leaned over the bannister on the balcony to gaze out across the Hidden Valley. The red tiles of the rooftops appeared washed with silver from the moonlight. Silhouettes of tree tops swayed lazily in the breeze. Daerhovan let his eyes sweep the top of the ridge that bordered the High Moorlands. Was Verya doing alright? Had she established her territory? Did she have enough prey and water to sustain herself on? Footsteps announced Elrond’s arrival from behind, drawing Daerhovan away from his musings.

“I have sent word to Gloin by way of a raven. He will be expecting you in three days time, at the least. From Nogmeldir’s report, he has moved his camp near to the base of the main entrance of Goblin Town. Practically in plain sight.” Elrond said, incredulous.

Daerhovan couldn’t help but chuckle at Gloin’s choice of location. That seemed like him, alright. “Lets just hope his presence is intimidating enough for goblins to stay put. They must associate him with Glamdring and Orcrist. Despite the fact he never wielded them.” Elrond nodded, staring at Daerhovan with a serious expression. “You remember the mission?” Daerhovan nodded. “Enter Goblin Town, find evidence of a king, and get out.” Elrond murmurd agreement. “Avoid conflict as much as you can. If any goblin sees you, dispatch them immediately. If they manage to sound the alarm, I fear you will not make it out alive.”

“I won’t become goblin fodder.” Daerhovan smiled, trying not to betray his nervousness.

“Please don’t.” Elrond smiled in return, placing a reassuring hand on the other elf’s shoulder “Has that lynx you found established a foothold for herself?” Daerhovan shrugged, resting his head in one hand ,watching the moonlight flicker like dancing lights in the nearby river. “I believe she has. I just hope I taught her enough.” Elrond followed his gaze, and Daerhovan thought he saw the elf lord’s eyes widen. In what emotion he couldn't discern. The Lord of the Valley gave Daerhovan a knowing look before leaving the balcony. “Perhaps your paths have yet to intertwine.” He winked as he left. Leaving a confused Daerhovan to ponder his cryptic words.

---

The alpine winds howled down from the lofty peaks that pierced the gray sky. Though Daerhovan couldn't make out said peaks even with his elven sight. The relentless winds brought barrages of snowflakes swirling around him and his mountain goat mount, blinding them to their surroundings. Maggie bleated anxiously, letting Daerhovan know she didn’t know which way to turn. The elf gently patted her neck, speaking elvish words of reassurance. The gray furred animal was a gift to him from both fellow elf and dwarf during the Iron Garrison’s reclamation of Moria. Though he let her wander free in the mountains she had been born in. Calling to her when needed, and today she was truly needed. Her name was mannish in origin, and Daerhovan stuck with it, finding the sound of it rather cute. The elf squinted into the blizzard, trying to make out shapes amidst the wall of snow. He did his best to quash his own anxiety, less Maggie’s own grow. Cautiously, he urged her forward. As they traveled a large rocky outcrop in the middle of the landscape rose from the snow, offering the promise of shelter. This would be as good a camp as any right now, until the storm cleared. Daerhovan set out his sleeping roll, anxious of starting a fire, never mind the fact that a flame couldn’t last long in this weather. Nickering softly, he called Maggie over. She might smell like...well, goat. But at least they could share each other’s warmeth.

---

Harsh bleats of fear and anger roused Daerhovan with a start. Instantly he got to his feet, seeing Maggie rearing and stomping towards something yet hidden from him. “Ai! What causes you fear?” He called to her in the special language he reserved for beasts, as taught to him by Radagast. Danger past snowdrift. Smell of blood. The words of the goat came to his mind as clear as day. Daerhovan quirked a brow. Smell of blood? Had a predator been stalking them? Daerhovan creeped forward, staff in hand, but ready to reach for his sword if need be. “Who goes there?” He called, repeating the command in beast tongue. A ruddy head with ice blue eyes and black tufted ears poked from behind the drift, slowly climbing out to reveal herself fully. Verya tilted her head, appraising him.

Daerhovan stared open mouthed at the feline, relaxing his stance. “Verya! How came you to be here?” He crouched, studying her. She looked well enough. Her fur had thickened, her body was larger. She looked as a grown lynx should. He was glad for that. But how did he not notice the lynx had been following him? He remembered that small detail of Elrond’s knowing look from back in the valley. Had he seen Verya then? Daerhovan sighed, rubbing his temples. It wasn’t a good sign if she intended to follow him. Sternly, he jabbed a finger southwards. “Go home. You were not supposed to follow.”

Verya gave no sign that she understood him. (his comprehension of feline and canine speak left something to be desired still) A different tactic would have to be used. Baring his teeth, he thrusted his head as close to Verya’s as he dared, snarling in her face. (Thank Eru his friends weren’t here to witness his more beastial manners…) Her tufted ears flattened against her skull as she backed up from him, and he thought she finally looked unsure. He just hoped his display was enough to convince her to turn around and stay away from him. With a long, final look at the elf, Verya trotted off into the white wilderness. That familiar pang of regret stung his heart. Surely it was right to send her away? She was wild. She had to remain so. Even if Daerhovan had to put the fear of people into her mind. The more she feared people, the less was her likelihood of being skinned by an opportunistic poacher for her valuable pelt.

Daerhovan returned to Maggie, stroking her muzzle. He could sense the animals relief, and she began to calm down. A quick study of the landscape revealed that the storm had passed, and the sun shone, albeit weakly, through the mist. Daerhovan realized he was in the middle of the Northern High Pass. The distant walls rising up to form a bowl shaped valley. Peering northward, Daerhovan thought he could recognize the mountain where Goblin Town made their home. The blizzard had delayed his journey, time was of the essence now.

---

Daerhovan pushed Maggie onward through the snowy expanse. Hoping to hope that Gloin and his party of other dwarves would still be where Elrond and Nogmeldir said they would. If the goblins had taken them...Daerhovan banished the thought. The mountain loomed higher now. It was a majestic sight, but Daerhovan knew it’s walls were riddled with traps and hidden passages. He grudgingly admired the goblins skills of stealth and booby trapping. His study of the mountain was cut short as Maggie stopped, rearing where she stood. Daerhovan gripped her neck fur, fighting to stay on her back. Danger! The feline returns! Her words rang through his mind. Daerhovan hopped off Maggie, peering behind him into the whiteness. Sure enough, Verya leapt out of the drift she had been hiding behind. He stood still as she began to stalk towards him, caution lined in every smooth movement of her body. He could hear Maggie screeching in panic, her instincts torn between staying with her master and fleeing from the smell of blood upon the lynx’s fur. In the end the latter won, and she turned tail to flee. Daerhovan spun around, calling after her sternly.

Verya paused, gauging the elfs reaction. She padded even closer ,until she was near enough to but her head against Daerhovan’s leg. Purring, she rubbed her jaw along his kneecap, then stood on tiptoe as she wound her body around his shins. Daerhovan groaned. The lynx had more of an attachment to him than he wanted. And now she had scared off his ride.

“GO!” He shouted, startling Verya. His voice ringing throughout the valley. She assumed a stance to prepare to flee, but still met Daerhovan’s gaze. Ice blue into pale green. Daerhovan’s frustration felt ready to spill over. “Go back!” He shouted once again, taking a step forward, trying to look imposing. His tone of voice seemed to get through to Verya this time, and she bounded away. But not before looking back once again before she vanished over the hill. Daerhovan breathed out a sigh, digging his fingers through his hair. Looking around he saw no sign of his mount. No matter, Gloin’s camp couldnt be far now.

---

“There’s Elrond’s help! Figured you would be delayed in the storm.” Gloin’s voice called to him through the archway of stone that lead to the mountain’s entrance. Daerhovan raised a hand in greeting, seeing a familiar goat standing among them. Surprise lit his eyes. “Maggie!” He rushed over, studying her body for any sign of harm. “Of course he greets the beast first.” Gloin grumbled. “More like she found us. Why did she beat you here?” The old dwarf inquired gruffly. Daerhovan paid no heed to his question until after he was sure Maggie hadn’t come to harm, satisfied when he saw nothing, he answered; “She was spooked by a lynx while I was dismounted. Though she fears for nothing, as lynxes are too small to take down goats of her size.”

“A lynx eh? The boys and I will take care of it for her. If it shows it’s snarling face here.” One of Gloin’s companions promised.

“No!” Daerhovan exclaimed. The dwarves stared at him in confusion. “No...Please don’t harm her. Just scare her off if you have to.” Gloin merely shrugged. Daerhovan looked up at the Mountain’s Throat, yawning before them nearby. No less creepy than the first time he stumbled upon it weeks before “Any news?” He asked.

Gloin shook his head. “All’s been quiet lately. But by my beard I know something more than usual goblin activity stirs within.” He replied, rubbing his chin. “Your mission as described by Elrond doesn’t make much sense to me. I prefer to find out head on, if you know what I mean.” Gloin huffed.

Daerhovan shrugged. “Better to keep the goblins in the dark about our plans, I suppose.” He stroked the pommel of his sword, hoping he wouldn't have to use it. Gloin side eyed him grimly. “Then do what you came here to do. And don’t lose your pretty head.”

---

Peeking as far as he dared over a crumbling wall, Daerhovan cursed inwardly at the sight of many goblins blocking his path. Thanks to his skills of stealth he was deep, deep into Goblin Town. Currently he was hiding inside a small alleyway of a long forgotten dwarf structure embedded into the stone. A broken wall the only thing between him and the enemy past it. Down the hallway of ragged stone yawned yet another tunnel. Though Daerhovan’s elven eyesight could see it opened up into a more spacious cavern within. But how in Elbereth could he get past the goblins in this hall? Perhaps a rock thrown far from his position to distract them...No. He would be spotted for sure. From what he saw, the hall was in want of more hiding places. Maybe it was time to turn back. He had evidence of some sort of ruling head, after all.

His trek through the shabby hole the goblins called a town had proven fruitful as he lay in other hiding places for goblins to pass through. Reports of the enemy forces being more organized rang true. Even more surprising was the presence of orcs. Orders that had been haphazardly tucked into belts were littered on the stone floors, though he was unable to decipher most of them. But they were always signed with the signature of a name that was rough on the tongue. Could whoever be giving these orders be here? Or were they from afar? Daerhovan stared longingly at the tunnel. (Or at least, where he thought the tunnel was from behind the wall.) His mind blanking on what to do next. It felt wrong somehow to turn around. All his instincts seemed to be telling him his answers were close.

His mind tumbled with these fruitless thoughts until a sharp voice cracked the air like a whip. Daerhovan ducked further, heart racing, fearing he had been discovered. Whoever had shouted spoke in a language he couldn’t understand. A dialect of Black Speech no doubt. Grumblings echoed throughout the cavern, followed by the shuffling of feet heading away from him. Still as stone, he waited. The sounds becoming muted, as if they were being blocked by something. Holding his breath, Daerhovan peek over the wall again, finding the room...empty? It seemed like a jest. Surely the goblins were lying in wait for him in some hidden nook he couldn’t see. Or maybe he had just come at the right time. Straining his hearing, the pitter-patter of goblin feet grew ever fainter. The sounds floating from the adjacent tunnel to his right. Hardly believing his luck, the opportunity was now present, and Daerhovan couldn’t waste anymore seconds.

He crept out from behind his refuge, soundlessly stalking towards the tunnel ahead, but not before peering around the other passage to make sure other goblins weren’t keeping watch. With the coast clear, Daerhovan disappeared into the gloom of the tunnel.

The cavern loomed into view, seemingly empty to his eyes. He paused to hear for any signs of life. But all was quiet. Stepping inside, he could see a vast pit in the center of a room. A thin, rickety bridge spanning across. Up ahead a crude looking seat made from bones and ratty leather stood out. Perhaps a throne for a king? Daerhovan didn’t have time to process the sights when wild laughter suddenly rang throughout the room. Heart in his throat, Daerhovan turned to flee, bumping into a strong orc blocking his path. Goblins swarmed into the room from unseen passageways. His hand had just reached the hilt of his sword when a blow from behind him forced him to his knees. Another blow making the world go dark...

Shrill voices pierced through the fog of his mind as Daerhovan came to.

“Kill him!”

“Skin him alive!”

“Hang him from the rafters!”

His senses quickly came back into focus as he realized where he was. Goblins thronged around him in a semi circle. Daerhovan yelped in pain as the hair nearest to his forehead was yanked upward, forcing his head back. A massive, wicked looking goblin met his gaze, sneering in triumph. “I’ve known many fools in my life, elf.” He spat. “But they pale in comparison to you!” A vicious kick to his face sent him rolling over to one side. The Great Goblin planted his foot on the cheek he struck. “Many have dared to slink through my halls! Few have managed to reach my throne. I’ll give you that much!” Daerhovan struggled to sit up, sure that his fear was almost palpable to the goblins around him. But he kept his face calm, glaring at the Goblin king as he finished his little tirade. “Many kings have there been in the past But none so cruel or merciless as I! For I am Ashûrz The Savage!” He crowed, a wild light dancing in his yellow eyes. His subjects shrieked their approval.

Quick as a snake, the goblin King snatched Daerhovan’s collar, bringing the elf’s face close to his. Daerhovan’s stomach heaved from his hot, rancid breath. “You’ll make a worthy feast for my beasts and I. And then your skeleton can join the rest of my trophies.” The goblin gestured to a series of cruel cages hanging from the roof of the cavern. Daerhovan felt a flood of revulsion and horror as he made out corpses within them. Some had remains of gristle still hanging from their bones. His fear intensified, Daerhovan drove his fist into the Goblin King’s jaw. Howling, the goblin let go of the elf’s collar, rubbing the spot his fist had struck. Snarling, Ashûrz screeched into the crowd. “My sword! Bring my sword!’ One of his subjects nearest to the throne lugged the weapon over, Ashûrz grabbed it hastily, rushing at Daerhovan with a cry. Daerhovan looked about wildy for his own weapons. Spotting his own sword a few yards away, he leapt towards it, The aches of his body becoming unnoticeable as adrenaline surged through his veins. Instead of rushing to stop him, the crowd of goblins backed away, choosing to cheer on their king as he strove with the elf intruder. Ashûrz jabbed his sword recklessly at Daerhovan without any hint of masterful swordsmanship. But he was lightning fast, and Daerhovan found himself on the defensive as he struggled to parry away the king’s thrusts. He couldn’t stifle a cry of pain as the tip of Ashurz’s sword cut through the fabric of his upper arm, the tip ripping more than cloth. His staff! He needed his staff. Where had it gone? With it he could do so much more than delay his demise with his sword.

With a maniacal shout of glee, the Great Goblin swung his shabby sword in a swinging motion towards Daerhovan’s neck, aiming to behead the elf. Daerhovan managed to duck quickly, but the tip caught his brow. Blood flooded the elfs’ vision, his surroundings disappearing under the red wave. No matter how many times he tried to wipe it from his eyes, the blood kept coming. One arm hung limp from it’s injury, the other was occupied by his sword. He couldn't use anything to stem the wound’s flow without unarming himself. The goblin laughed again at his enemy’s plight, and struck again. Daerhovan feebly fended off the attacks, using his hearing to judge where the sword was coming at, rather than sight. With a strength he didn’t think the goblin possesed, the mongrel knocked his sword aside with his own weapon. Daerhovan’s heart sank as he heard his life-saver clattering some feet away from him. “Prepare the feasting fires, my subjects!” Bellowed the Goblin King. Daerhovan barely had time to process his surroundings as a yowl echoed throughout the room, followed by a cry of surprise from his foe. He could hear scuffling some feet away from him. Daerhovan hastily wiped the blood from his eyes, stemming the flow with one hand.

The sword had dropped out of Ashûrz’s hands. The goblin himself thrashed on the floor as he fought to shove a ruddy, spotted furred animal raking its claws down his chest.

“Verya?...” Daerhovan whispered, weak from his blood loss. “How did you?...”

The Mountain Lynx twisted her head to look at him, as if making sure he was still alive. The goblin King took advantage of her brief hesitation, shoving the feline off. Madly, he crawled towards his sword. Blood poured from the claw wounds marring his chest and arms, but he seemed to take no notice as he thrusted his sword towards the lynx. Dodging nimbly, Verya bared her teeth, leaping forwards before Ashûrz could re-double his attack. Her fangs met his throat, sinking deeply into the rough skin. With a gurgling cry, Ashûrz clawed feebly at Verya, attempting to drag her off, but she held fast. Only when he sank to his knees, sword hand letting go of his weapon, did Verya unlatch herself. His throat torn open and choking on his own life force, Ashûrz slumped to the cold, stony ground. Dead within seconds.

Triumphant cries transformed into screams of horror as the goblins processed the death of their king. Daerhovan tensed, as did Verya, expecting the goblins to swarm over them in vengeance. But without a leader the crowd seemed confused. Fierce shouts sounded from the tunnels behind. Daerhovan slumped forward. Hardly able to process what was happening as the goblins retreated, only to be cut down by a party of dwarves led by Gloin himself. He could feel Verya’s warm fur pressed against him as he blacked out for the second time today.

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Cold air filled his lungs as Daerhovan awoke. And though the frigid air bit the skin of his face, it was quite a welcome feeling. A “Mrrow” heralded Verya’s presence as she padded over, looking over Daerhovan’s face. Purring loudly, she rasped her bristled tongue over the elf's bruised cheek. Chuckling, he gently fender her off with his good arm. “Yes, yes I see you too. I’m awake now.” Grunting, he sat up to study his surroundings. He was in a stony hall. But the rock was masterfully carved, lined with the furs of animals and the geometric art of the dwarves embroidered on richly hued flags. A fire in the hearth near the end of the room struggled to maintain it’s flame in the cold, The place was quite a contrast to the dark, craggy hallways of Goblin Town. Wasn’t he just there?

It was as if his body was as slow to remember as his mind, for the aches and pains of his battle and beating from the Goblin King made themselves known. Daerhovan groaned as he examined his incapacitated arm, crudly bandaged with rags that were fastened with rope. Verya shifted closer, sniffing his wounded arm. Daerhovan could swear her feline face looked concerned. The door shifted open, bringing in more cold air. Daerhovan tightened the bed sheets around him more closely as Gloin ambled through. “Well if it isn’t the Goblin King slayer! And the elf! Glad to see you in one piece lad.” He strode over, looking apologetic. “Sorry about the bandaging. We’re low on healing supplies out here. Oh, and sorry about your staff. The goblins claimed it as a trophy, and your life was more of a priority.”

Daerhovan gazed at Gloin quizzically, the fate of his staff quickly shoved to the back of his mind. “What happened? How did I get here?” He asked, skipping pleasantries.

“Some of my men carried you out of the mountain while the rest of us cleaved a path through the goblins back to the entrance. There wasn’t much to cleave though, to be fair.: Gloin explained, trying in vain to strengthen the hearth fire. “We quickly bound your wounds once outside, and carried you on a makeshift stretcher to Hrimbarg. Thank Mahal your goat was still there to help.” Dropping the fire tongs with a curse, Gloin gave up on tending to the hearth. His attention landed on Verya, amusement dancing in his old eyes. “You’ve quite the loyal companion there, I must say. Refused to leave you alone along the whole way here. Heh, nevermind the fact that she slayed the Goblin King single pawed!”

Daerhovan studied the lynx, still perched on the bed with him. Wonder filled him as he realized what she had done. “You saved my life?” He breathed, reaching a hand to stroke her ear. Purring, she leaned into his hand, rubbing her cheek against it. “Why?”

Verya said nothing, as to be expected. She merely blinked up at him, bright eyes stark against the dimming room. Gloin sighed. “That hearth fire doesn't have much time left. We need to get you to Vindurhal, and then Rivendell.” Daerhovan nodded, testing his strength as he climbed out of bed. “I think I can make the journey.”

He rode atop Maggie, Gloin on his own goat in front of him, with Verya bringing up the rear. Atop the watch tower of Vindurhal he redressed his wound, before the party made for Gloin’s original camp in a small, abandoned dwarven fortress just above the Valley of Imladris. Daerhovan was allowed to regain his strength for a couple of days before his return to the Valley. He thanked Gloin and his men heartily for their part in getting him out of Goblin Town, and promised to repay them somehow. Gloin had waved a dismissive hand, reassuring him the death of Ashûrz was payment enough. Not satisfied, Daerhovan offered to let them use Maggie as a mount and beast of burden for at least one month before she was to be set free. They had conceded, trying to hide their grateful expressions.

Now he was hiking through the steep ravines and canyons of the Misties as they descended into the Valley. The snow line gradually fading, allowing yellowed shoots of grass to push through the soil. Daerhovan could hear Verya padding behind him. Stopping, he turned to face her. Verya halted as well, looking up at Daerhovan curiously. Her head tilted as if she was asking. “Why have we stopped?” She had never left his side since his rescue from Goblin Town. And it seemed she was sticking with that mindset. Daerhovan sighed. He couldn’t intimidate her again. He had a feeling she would come back eventually. Crouching down, Daerhovan attempted to speak with her in beast tongue. You must not follow.

Verya chirped in response, though Daerhovan couldn’t decipher her meaning. No feelings and impressions formed in his mind. If she understood him she made no indication of it. Daerhovan huffed in amusement, shaking his head as he gently scratched the base of her ears. A wave of gratitude and affection swelled within him as he remembered what she had done to preserve his life. She hadn’t killed the Goblin King to protect herself, but for him.

Perhaps it wouldn’t do any harm to keep the lynx with him for awhile, It was obvious she wasn’t about to let him go either. He would report his adventure to Elrond. And then? He still intended to make for Angmar. Looking into Verya’s eyes, a faint impression began to form in his mind, a thought that didn’t feel like his own.

I will follow.

#fic #daerhovan #CHEESY AF TITLE AND SUMMARY I KNOW #i never said i was good at writing

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mlwritersguild · 3 years

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Featured Writer: @activechataclysme

Title: two truths and a lie.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28026819

Summary: “For the, uh, game. You said two things,” he said, holding up two fingers. He wiggled one finger. “That there was a, uh, boy you’ve been in love with for years,” then the other. “And that you want to get over him.”

“I get that,” he said quietly, tapping a rhythm against her shoulder with his fingers. “Do you, uh, do you see him everyday?”

“More than he knows, I think,” she said, her tone a little sly, as if she was sharing an inside joke with herself. “He sits right in front of me in class, actually.”

-o-

“I realised I’m in love with this girl recently, I’m scared to ask her out. She, um, sits in front of me, an-and…” he floundered before finally tacking on a lie. “She knows exactly how I feel.”

... Or in which warm feelings flare in chests, soft gazes are exchanged, blushes are blushed and confessions are made without even intending to.

Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug

Tags: Light Angst // Fluff // Romance // cheesy af ending // multisnek // but also adrinette // ladynoir too but THEY don't know it // Identity Reveal // but not the kind you think // im sorry the title is very cliche but i couldn't think of anything else // Happy Ending // like. VERY happy ending // A whole lot of dialogue // I'm Sorry

#ml writers guild #activechataclysme #writer spotlight #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug fic #ml fic #lovesquare #lovesquare fic #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #identity reveal #mlb #miraculous

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heartbeatsdouble · 4 years

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jamie - bylerobsessed

FanFic Ask Game:

J: Write or describe an alternative ending to [insert fic].

honestly i!! at least for the ones i’ve posted so far?? can’t think of an alt ending, other than what it initially would have been, for ‘cinemascope screen’ which was just ending it on the first part?? but then monkey brain was like ‘ya know?? LETS WRITE MORE THEY DESERVE IT’ and then ye, here we are~ 😂

A: How did you come up with the title to [insert fic]?

always a fun question to answer! since the titles always come to me WAY more naturally than the summaries ever will LMAO, but!! im gonna go with the main one i posted recently, ‘they make my heart a cinemascope screen’, and say that i! had a hard af time naming it?? since there were so many good lyrics/songs that inspired me to write it, but mainly some of fiona apples discography so <3 and i also asked some cool af peeps to help me pick to, and they helped me finally PICK something, and that’s how the title came to be~ because i mean!! what is a fic if it's not named after some GREAT lyrics sometimes am i right B)

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

oh definitely! whether i end up writing them is a total other thing entirely lmao, i always tell myself that i’m going to make a pokemon au or something one of these days, and i really should!! one day lol. or um, one of my favorite concepts i ALSO havent written for but talk about with close friends a bit, is uh, what i like to call ‘situational aus’, where i’ll like, take a scenario from another pair i love, and then just, shove that onto another pair, and see how they would deal with it instead?? like putting characters that might normally be in a stressful situation 10 times out of 10, and then putting them in like, a chill af roommate au or somethin lol, god it’d be much easier to explain if i actually made a clearer example huh 😂 but no the main one i want to write in the future is a super modern au, sorta meet-cute for jancy, and like, it doesn’t have to be modern?? but it makes certain elements way more helpful? (psh, me being vague?? n e v e r)

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

MAN!! ummmmmmm, for both?? just cheesy stuff, without being TOO cheesy, does that make sense? like i dont always succeed in that im sure, but im all for tender shit?? or like?? just out there fun aus, that are based off movies/tv shows etc, OH how could i forget a classic, hurt comfort, oh and stuck indoors during a blizzard/stuck in an elevator etc etc, the classics~ <3

E: If you wrote a sequel to [insert fic], what would it be about?

hmmmmm, idk if i would for either fic i’ve started! but i definitely would try to make it something where they try to navigate through their lives together, face the world and it’s hardships head-on etc etc, ya know, the good stuff~

#byler-obsessed #bylerobsessed #<333 #thank u!!#these questions were super funnnnnnnnn #even if it took way more of my brain power than it should have~#for whatever reason lol B)

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xukunstellation · 6 years

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Distraction || Lin Yanjun

Title: Distraction Pairing: Reader x Yanjun Genre: Fluff Word Count: 835 words Summary: It’s really hard to study when you have a needy boyfriend who wants all of your attention.

A/N: Tbh I jumped on the Lin Yanjun train super late, but he snatched my wig within the last couple of episodes. He also happened to place my lucky number #5 in the top 9. Congrats, lovely! Can’t wait to see you debut!

alright so I’ve never done one of these bullet scenarios before

i apologize in advance if it sucks

this is also a lot longer than i thought oops

i just felt really inspired to write for this dork ok

alright let’s get started

you guys first met in school where you share the same english comp class

you were trying to pay attention to what the teacher was saying but it all sounded like gibberish

damn it shakespeare

you couldn’t help but feel like there were eyes drilling into the back of your head

turning around, you try to find the source of whoever is staring at you

guess who you see

lin yanjun

the popular jock that always sat at the back of the class making a ruckus with his crew

which for some reason had something to do with bananas? idk man

at first you thought he was hella creepy

like, what you lookin at boi? you wanna go??

but then he had the audacity to wink at you when you caught each other’s eyes

chOkE

okay even creepier

but he’s also kinda hot so are you really mad tho

ur totally not blushing yes you are

after that day, he took it upon himself to always sit in the empty desk next to yours just because

more like he thought you were a whole cutie and wanted to be near you

he would constantly flirt with you much to your annoyance

you can’t tell if he’s joking or not

“My interests are singing, rap... and you.”

“The only thing you should be interested in is finishing this assignment, yanjun.”

savage

ur having none of it

despite his nonsensical flirting, he’s oddly really good at writing and helps you from time to time

and you were really struggling in this class so you might as well keep him around

what started off as friendly bickering eventually turned into full conversations you enjoyed

you actually start looking forward to seeing him in class

minus the cheesy pick up lines because boi doesn’t know when to stop

jk you secretly love it; don’t lie

you start seeing him in a different light and start developing a little crush on him

you notice the little things he does for you

forgot your lunch? he’d give up his own for you and say he wasn’t hungry

fell asleep in class? he took notes for you which is something he normally doesn’t do

cold? he’d throw his jacket over your shoulders and complain about how hot it was out, even though it was literally below freezing outside

he still drives you nuts

but honestly

handsome? caring? smart? always hyping you up?

how can you not fall for him?

ya’ll eventually start dating once you come to terms with each other’s feelings

fast forward to a couple months later into the relationship

it was the worst part of the year

exam season

you invited yanjun to come over your place so that he could help you study for the english exam

ofc that was the last thing your boyfriend wanted to do

you were starting to regret inviting him over

“i’m hungry”

“where’s the tv remote”

“why is it so cold in the house”

“babe”

“baaaaaaabe”

“baaAAABEE-”

“yanjun istg i am this close to breaking up with you”

“you’d miss me too much”

“you wanna bet?”

cue pouty and grumpy yanjun

if you weren’t giving him enough attention, he’d shift to more drastic measures

when you looked to the side for a brief moment, you would turn your head back only for yanjun’s finger to poke your cheek

a literal child

you would think that after dating for a while, he would tone down with the flirting but nah

he gets worse if thats even possible

you end up repeatedly writing the same sentence five times because you keep accidentally writing whatever cliche pick up line he’s using on you

omg can you imagine his deep af voice whispering in your ear asdfghj

when that doesn’t work, he resorts to staring

just staring

at that point, it would be extremely hard to concentrate bc the look he gives you??? is so intense?? can he not??

you’re so flustered tbh

he knows he looks good and uses it to his advantage smh

you sigh, knowing he wasn’t going to give up any time soon

“you have my attention for one hour. only one hour bc we have to study.”

“say no more, babe.”

he literally lifts you off your chair like you weigh nothing because he’s hella strong

the two of you end up cuddling in bed

where you two just talk about random things with his head on top of yours and your head tucked under his chin

he refuses to let you go bc he likes having you in his arms

not that you’re complaining

ya’ll eventually fall asleep since that’s a lot more fun than studying

you both are so cute

wow i’m soft

i love yanjun

this was probably terrible ahhhh--

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sleepyfantasy · 6 years

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Hoseok - Goodbyes

AN: This title could be for an angsty fic but really isn’t. Absolute fluff the whole way; cheesy af. Basically just a way for me to blow off steam after my first exam before I start cramming for the next.

Summary: Hoseok is leaving for tour and leaves you a quirky goodbye.

You rolled over, trying to forget that you had to get up as you snoozed your alarm. As you tried to fall back to sleep, you were irritated by the thought in the back of your mind constantly reminding you that you had to get up. With a groan, you sat up, simultaneously stretching and pushing the hair back from your face.

Suddenly, you remembered, Hoseok had stayed over the night before.

This was quickly followed by the realisation that the reason Hoseok had stayed over the night before was that he was going on tour this morning.

What time had he said he had to leave?

Your sleep-addled brain couldn’t remember.

Waking up your phone, you ignored the lock screen picture of you and Hoseok that normally made you smile every time you saw it and looked straight at the clock instead.

6.32

6 – 6am rang a bell.

Jumping to your feet, you hoped you were wrong.

You ignored the cold of the wood floor against your bare feet and headed straight for the kitchen, hoping you would find Hoseok in there making coffee for the two of you like he normally did when he stayed over.

The tiles in the kitchen were even colder against your formerly warm feet but you barely even noticed, walking in a circle around the small room as if Hoseok might be hiding goodness knows where.

After your circuit, you slumped down on one of the stools at the breakfast bar, sighing. You couldn’t believe you had missed your opportunity to say goodbye. Hoseok was going to be on tour for a few weeks and you hated the fact you hadn’t been able to have a last morning cuddle from him, or the kiss on the forehead he always gave you when you said goodbye and always lingered for longer when he knew it was going to be a while before he saw you again.

Rubbing your tired eyes, you got up and went over to where you kept your cereal. Your disappointment at how your day was starting didn’t mean you could avoid it. When you reached for the cereal box, however, something was off. There was something attached to it.

Looking at the pink post-it in your hand, you immediately recognised Hoseok’s writing.

“And when I did, I kissed you on the forehead just like I always do.”

Immediately, you looked around, knowing that couldn’t be the first part of the message. Spotting similar post-its around the room, you put the one you had read back on the box you had found it on. You had to find the beginning.

Your head wasn’t clear enough for this yet.

You tried to force yourself to think it through from the beginning. Where would Hoseok start?

The beginning.

That made sense.

You walked back to your room, or rather, scurried back, regretting your lack of socks.

The first thing you did in the morning was turn off your alarm. There was nothing there, though. Your phone was where you had left it on your bedside table, plugged into the extension cable next to your bed.

Desperately trying to remember your usual morning routine, you made your bed, picking up your duvet from where it had fallen to the floor when you got up in such a rush.

Underneath, you saw a flash of green. A post-it.

“Good morning, Jagi.”

Okay, so now you had the first one.

What would you normally do next?

It was too hard to think before you had coffee in your system.

Coffee.

You took a step towards your bedroom door before remembering how cold your feet were.

Opening your drawer to grab some socks, you found an orange post it on top of your favourite thermal socks. You moved the note to the top of the chest of drawers and read it as you pulled the socks on.

“Sorry I had to leave you without giving you a chance to say goodbye.”

It amazed but didn’t surprise you how well Hoseok knew you. He knew your routine every morning and what you had been thinking when you woke up to find him gone, and even your favourite pair of socks.

On your way to the kitchen, you picked up your hoodie from the hook on the back of the door. (Read: Hoseok’s hoodie that you stole so long ago your pretty sure he’s forgotten it was ever his at this point.) As you did, you saw a streak of blue fall to the floor.

“I want you to know that I did say goodbye.”

In the kitchen, you headed for your coffee machine, the yellow post it note standing out against its black exterior and making you wonder how you didn’t notice it in the first place.

“I held you close to me as long as I possibly could before I had to leave.”

The next one was the one you had already seen, you were pretty sure. You read it again,

“And when I did, I kissed you on the forehead just like I always do.”

Next, you headed to the fridge, you would need milk for the cereal that Hoseok had probably assumed you would be about to eat at this point.

Laying the messages out like this, he probably expected you to find them as you went about your morning, but you were too curious, too eager to receive his goodbye even if you couldn’t give him a proper one yourself.

You took the orange post-it from the outside of the fridge and opened it, guessing, correctly, that Hoseok had left one on the milk bottle too.

“I just couldn’t bring myself to wake you up.”

“You looked so comfortable and I know you are going to mess up you sleep schedule over the next few weeks so you can talk to me.”

Bathroom next.

On the door to the bathroom, a green post-it looked as though it was just about to fall off, the top corners both sticking off the door.

“I need you to look after yourself while I’m gone.”

Inside, you saw a small pink post-it hanging off the handle of your toothbrush.

“Eat, drink and sleep.”

You would then get dressed, so you headed back to your room.

After checking your t-shirt drawer and the drawer below it where you kept jeans and jumpers, you came up empty handed. Trying the wardrobe instead, you found a yellow post-it stuck on the back of the wardrobe door.

“I’m just a phone call away and I love you.”

Last thing before you left, you would pack your bag.

On top of your notebooks was a blue post-it.

“Don’t work yourself too hard.”

You looked down at all of the post-its that you had collected together. If you couldn’t say a proper goodbye to Hoseok, this was the next best thing. He was so sweet and you loved him more than anything. You loved how well he knew you and how well you knew him in return.

The next few weeks would be hard, it always was while he was away, but you knew how great your reunion would be. Every time he left and came back, you felt like your love for him grew.

It was time to actually get ready, rather than just following the steps of doing so.

After rushing through getting ready, having spent too much of your morning finding the notes to have any time to spare, you grabbed your bag and hurried to the door, grabbing your jacket as you slipped your feet into some flats, not enough time for anything else.

Something fell from your jacket at the same time as you noticed something in your shoe.

Picking both up, one pink, one orange, you read them.

“Love from,”

“Your Hope ♡”

As you hurried on your way to your first lecture, you texted Hoseok, letting him know how much you appreciated his goodbye.

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#bts scenarios #bts fake texts #bts fic #bts jhope #bts hobi #jung hoseok #reader insert #gender neutral #pls wish me luck on my exams #i need all i can get

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connorstolll · 6 years

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way back when

Title: Way back when Summary: For Annabeth, Percy is 2am calls and pillow talks. For Percy, Annabeth is movie cuddles and intensity. (in which Percy and Annabeth make a bet, and someone loses twenty dollars in the end) Pairing: percy/annabeth Word Count: 23K+ (one shot) Author’s Note: so !! i wrote this ~coming of age ~ fic way back in gr9 and published on new years bc i was feeling Sentimental™️ !! also it’s a Pain to edit (shout out to grammarly for doing me a solid) so i apologize if there are errors ,, and keep in mind i wrote this like 5yrs ago and it’s cheesy af but i’m Attached . enjoy the fic if u read and thx

Read on: ff.net // ao3

ok here’s a lil preview if y’all are interested thx

Annabeth needs a break.

Five years old and she’s already stressing out over her first day in kindergarten. Sure, she’s been preparing, studying the alphabet nonstop, can count to one thousand, and not to mention reorganizing her backpack to her version of complete perfection every twenty minutes. However, despite all her preparation, it still doesn't ease her nerves. So, naturally, she goes to her favourite park with the dual swing sets right below the shady trees.

She loves the swing sets, in particular, the purple swing set on the left side. It may be the fact that purple is her favourite colour, or that she claims it goes much higher than the boring, creaky, yellow swing set on her right.

However, the sight in front of Annabeth confuses her.

Why is a stranger sitting on her swing set?

Annabeth is furious, and the thought of another person on her swings is mortifying. She made it clear to regular play-grounders that this is her swing set and no one is given permission to go there from 4 PM to 5 PM.

‘He must be new,’ she thinks, gritting her teeth and strolling to the boy who is pathetically trying to beat her maximum height record on her purple swing.

“What are you doing?” She questions the boy who is happily grinning at the newfound company right in front of him.

“I’m swinging of course. You wanna join?” The boy with the brightest green eyes asks her, and Annabeth cannot feel more rage than she already does.

“I know, I’m not dumb. That's my swingset.” Annabeth huffs, crossing her arms defiantly.

Percy raises his eyebrow. “Mom tells me that toys are mine if it has my name. Do you have your name on the swings?”

Annabeth frowns. “No.”

“Did you make this swing?”

She is just entirely confused, not knowing where this was going. “No.”

“Did you buy this swing?”

She stares bafflingly at the shorter boy in front of her. “No.”

“Then it’s not your swing!” The boy counters and Annabeth doesn’t like the way he ignores her after and keeps on swinging.

“Everyone knows it’s my swing. Get off my swing, and I’ll forgive you.” Annabeth grabs the metal chains attached to the purple swing set.

The boy looks at her exasperatedly. “Really? There’s a yellow swing set over there!”

“Yeah, but it’s not mine. And, it’s slow.” Annabeth pouts, her eyebrows scrunched up and her feet sinking in the sand.

“I know.” Percy chuckles and keeps swinging.

Annabeth sighs in annoyance, blowing a hair off her face. She did warn him. Now she must do whatever it takes to get this creature off her purple swing.

So, of course, Annabeth chooses the moment the boy is nearing the ground so that she won't get to hurt him too much. When his feet near the ground, Annabeth instantly gets behind and pushes the boy off her swing set. Eventually, he lands with arms shielding his face right as he crashes in the sand.

Annabeth then ambles to her purple swing set and looks smugly at the boy who didn’t know whether to be amused or angry. But it seems like he accepts it because he should’ve listened.

“I did warn you.” Annabeth laughs, as she ruffles the boy who frowns at her.

Read on: ff.net // ao3

#pjofanfic #pjofanfiction #pjo fanfiction #percabeth #percabeth fanfiction #pjo #mine #fanfic #also pls read i need some validation #:)))))))#fics #fanfics #pjofic #pjofics

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praydastles · 6 years

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Title: Redamancy Group: Monsta X Member: Changkyun Genre/Warning: Fluff, mild foul language, dorky flirty suggestiveish Changkyun Summary/Request: can you write a fluff changkyun scenario where you have a sleepover at his dorm for the first time? . A/N: This was requested ages ago and I had the flow when I first started it then I got stuck and now I have finished it like this, so I really hope you all enjoy it! Sorry for taking so long also!! please enter my Christmas writing event here 🎅 (Click santa for the link) Word Count: 4838

03/06/17

The thumb softly and slowly stroking against your knuckles stirred the butterflies till they were fluttering around inside of you. He lightly swung your arms between you two, his voice animated while he spoke to you.

“I literally think that is the best chicken I’ve ever had!”

You laugh, eyes watching him in amusement when you say, “You said that about the last chicken restaurant we went to.”

He grinned then, his dimpled smile melting you just a little to say, “I think everything just tastes good to me when you’re around.” And then he stopped, face suddenly contorted into one of disgust. “Ugh, God, I need to stop hanging around Hoseok.” You laugh loudly, making Changkyun smile as you both continued the short walk to your home.

“How are the boy’s anyway?” Changkyun made a noise, shrugging his shoulders to say, “You know, the usual. Hoseok is cheesy as fuck, Minhyuk is hyperactive, Hyungwon is not, Jooheon is well all over the place, Kihyun is making sure we eat something edible and Hyunwoo is still our lovable father.” You smile, noticing the affection in his voice. “But to be honest, everyone is a bit stressed preparing for the tour, like don’t get me wrong, we’re so excited, but it’s our first one and we just wanna make sure it's perfect and Hyunwoo spoke about a world tour before we even debuted, like before I even came into the picture and that is making me worried too, cos I don’t wanna mess it up for them and-”

“Hey, hey, hey. Stop.” You told him softly, making him still so you could hold his squishy cheeks. He blinked, closing his eyes briefly before opening to stare into yours softly. You could see the insecurity in his brown orbs, the anxiety hidden away as his thoughts ate at him. “I’m sure, 100% certain in fact, that you won’t mess up, okay?” You drag his face closer to yours to brush your noses together before leaning your forehead to his. “There will always be hiccups, but you are not going to mess up or ruin anything or whatever other negative thought you’re thinking for anyone okay? You’re going to be your usual charming self and everyone will love you and I will be waiting here for you to tell you how proud I am when you come back. Understood?”

Air fanned your face when he let out a breathless laugh, eye’s closing as he let himself lean into you, enjoying the quiet and the warmth of you for a moment before he grinned. “How are you so perfect?” You lifted your head from his to shove it playfully with your finger. “Oh shush.”

He pecked your lips, a soft light touch that made you feel warm and fuzzy, like having hot chocolate on a cold winter day. Changkyun was just that to you; he was the taste of ice cream when the heat was unbearable, sweet and much needed, he was the breathe of fresh air you needed during autumn when your work just began piling up and you could rarely leave the house, he was the first of the blossoms in spring, making you smile and feel light and let you know the beauties of the world. He had become so addictive, something you felt you needed to the point it scared you. “Thank you, my lovely.” He smiled. Then ruined it with, “My precious.” You shoved his chest, turning and walking away as you frowned, trying to keep the laugh out of your voice. “Ugh, you’re so creepy.” You smiled hearing him laugh out loud, the sound giving you warmth. “Wait up precious.” You nudged him lightly when he came up beside you, “I swear to God Lim Changkyun.”

The rest of the journey was the two of you bantering back and forth. You loved his sarcastic humour and he never failed to have you nearly doubling over clenching your stomach as you laughed at whatever silliness he was spouting.

You both slowed when the short path leading up to your house came into view. Changkyun tucked his hands in his pocket, looking down and kicking at the gravel beneath his feet. You tilted your head at him. “What?” He paused, looking up at you with a little smile. “I don’t want to say goodbye yet…” You had to smile, stepping closer till you could loop your arms around his neck, playing with the overgrown strands of hair at his nape. “Me too.” His arms looped around your waist and for the second time that day he kissed you, lips moving over yours softly, tilting his head to get more of you. The blood rushed to your ears till the world was drowned out and the sound was the thumping of your heart. When he let go your eyes were slow to open, fluttering slowly as your brain tried to piece together your surroundings in your dazed state.

“I have a request.” He whispered. Scared he would burst the comfortable little bubble the two of you were in if he was any louder. “What?” You whispered back. “Well, I um, was thinking that the two of us could have our first sleepover. At my dorm.” Your eyes widen in surprise, breath picking up slightly when your nerves began to get the better of you. “O-oh, um, would there be time, I mean with the tour also would the boys be okay with it? I mean uh-” The low rumble of his laugh stop’s your nervous babbling and he runs his nose against your cheek and into your hair, his hand running up your back to your head to push you into his chest. “Hmm well, I already asked them and they’re fine with it. Manager has said that we can rest next weekend, so all that’s left really is for you to agree.”

You smile into his chest, feeling the excitement well up inside you. Your relationship was progressing well and really, there was no reason not to go. “I’m there.” You tell him, shifting your head to look at him and at your words he gives you your favourite dimpled smile and once again that warm and fuzzy hot chocolate feeling was back.

“Don’t try to seduce me though.”

“CHANGKYUN!” You yell, lifting a foot to kick his butt when he ran away, yelling a "GOODBYE MY LOVELY!” into his palms. He stumbled backwards, watching with a grin as you shook your head at him.

09/06/2017

The weather was surprisingly cooler than normal and so you decided that your jogger bottoms and a loose hoodie over your tee was sufficient enough for the supermarket.

You grabbed a trolley along your way inside, pulling the messy list scrunched up inside of your pocket. You briefly looked over the list before moving forward toward the relevant aisles. Just as you were scanning the shelves your phone went off.

“Hello.”

“What ya doin~”

“Snack run for tomorrow.” You answer distractedly looking for the brand of dip you always have with your tortilla crisps.

“Ooo yay! Are you getting-”

“I’m looking for it now. I might have to buy it from the corner shop.”

“Okay, don’t forget popcorn.”

“It’s on my list.”

“And chocolate, preferably M&Ms.”

“On the list.”

“And-”

“Really Changkyun? You’re going to list every snack possible? I got it covered, okay?” Changkyun’s laugh rings out over the speaker. “Just wanna be prepared babe.” You roll your eyes, smiling a little as you continue to browse. “I should have just come with you. ohmygosh it would have been our first grocery shopping trip together. ohmygosh we should totally just move in together already.”

You laugh, despite the pink tinge on your cheeks. The thought of living with Changkyun made you feel a number of things, the possibilities running through your mind.

“Steady on Kyun, we’re only having our first sleep over now!” And then before he can get a word out, “You’re distracting me. Byeeeee!” “hey wa-” you hang up, a giggle escaping your lips when you imagine the irritated expression he must be making at his phone. You slip your phone back into your pocket and continue shopping for more snacks, a smile on your face.

10/06/2017

Today was the day. You were already rather sleepy, having spent the previous night repacking over and over and feeling too nervous and excited to fall asleep straight away.

You rolled over onto your side, reaching for your phone on the bedside table and squinted your eyes enough to check the time and to also see that you had a message from no other than Changkyun. A smile immediately formed when you read his message.

‘Can’t wait to see you baby! We’re going to have so much fun. See you later x’

You weren’t meant to go around until later that evening, around 6ish. But, that didn’t stop the silly snaps Changkyun sent your way. While you were double checking that you had packed what you needed, Changkyun spammed you with shot’s that showed a very tasteful view of his nostrils.

‘Look babe, it’s a cave explorer.’ He captioned one with a very badly doodled stickman hanging from his nostril. You laughed, taking your own unflattering picture, nostrils and all, tapping the pen icon to doodle. You captioned it, laughing as you sent it.

You shortly received a notification that read ‘screen shot’ prompting you to instantly message him.

You: Why did you screen shot asdfghj :/

CK: BABE!

CK: COS IT’S A MASTERPIECE

CK: ‘THEY FOUND THE BAT CAVE’ AND THE BAT DOODLE! LIKE THIS IS THE KIND OF SHIT THAT NEEDS TO BE SAVED YOU KNOW!

You: but it'S MY NOSTRILS

CK: Like the most beautiful nostrils in the world

You: That’s weird, but as it’s you, I’m not surprised.

You: I didn’t even screenshot yours!

After that message, you received a snap, smiling when you saw it was the same picture and quickly screenshot it.

CK: Since I went to an awful lot of trouble to send that to you make it your screensaver so that we can have a matching one!

You: You’re cheesy af.

CK: Only for you babe.

You smile at your phone, thumb navigating on the screen till you had done what he wanted. Taking a screenshot you sent it to Changkyun.

You: The things I do for you.

CK: That’s why I like you so much

He replied with a screenshot of his phone, showing you that he had changed his screensaver too. You laughed, feeling a strange sense of happiness from the mere act of having each other as your screensaver.

It was finally time. As you waited for the lift you felt your stomach tighten, a range of emotions washing over you. Changkyun had been spamming you most of the day with cute messages of how he couldn’t wait and pictures of him scowling at the clock, telling it to hurry up so that his baby could arrive.

The short ride in the lift up to Changkyun’s floor felt like an eternity and your hands had started to get clammy. By the time you had left the lift, you were in a daze taking small steps towards his door. A few small deep breathes and then you were lifting your finger to the doorbell.

Almost instantly you heard movement behind the door but when you heard the “ooaf!” you brows knitted together in confusion. It sounded as if someone had fallen and then you heard his voice. “Hyung, don’t be an arse!” The door was pulled open and your eye’s drifted up to see a raven haired beauty with his thick arm against the doorframe, smiling wide at you. “Hey sweetheart! How are you?”

Just as you were about to reply you heard a war cry and looked around Hoseok to see Changkyun kneeling on the floor, pushing himself up. “Excuse me, boyfriend coming through.” And you felt a warmth settle within you and materialize into a bright smile as Changkyun tickled Hoseok’s sides, causing him to jerk from the door so he could finally stand in front of you. You were already on your toes, head craning closer to him as his hands lightly settled on your hips and his lips met yours for a short, loving peck. “Hey there.” He whispered. “Hey there yourself.”

“That was playing dirty Kyun, you know I’m ticklish!”

“And you know I have about as much strength as a noodle, yet you thought it was nice to get Jooheon to hold me on the floor.”

“Where did he go?”

Changkyun grinned as he shuffled you both backwards into the apartment. “I told him I saw a bug.”

You giggled and Hoseok stared at Changkyun before concluding: “You’re a demon. Anyway, I’m sorry I can’t stick around sweetheart, I’m going on a date! But, I’ll see you later?” He asked with a cute grin.

“Of course! I’ll wait for you.” You shot him heart fingers and Hoseok put a hand on his chest, jolting back dramatically as if he’d been shot. Suddenly a hand clasped over your fingers and a pouting Changkyun whined at Hoseok. “Go get your own girlfriend, this one’s mine. Also, going for coffee with Kihyun is not a date.”

Hoseok looked offended. He decided to ignore Changkyun, blowing a kiss at you with a little wink before he was leaving you giggling when he shut the door behind him. “Thought he’d never leave.” Changkyun grumbled to which you rolled your eyes, shoving him toward the living room. “Oh hush you big baby.” And then reaching up to pinch his cheek. “My big baby.” And you were right to say so, Changkyun had a shit-eating grin on his face.

You unzipped your coat and was in the process of pulling it off when you heard a dramatic gasp. You look over at Changkyun whom was staring at you with his mouth agape. “What?” He clenched his eyes shut and threw his head back, “I thought I said not to seduce me.”

You looked down at yourself. Jeans and one of Changkyun’s hoodies. Then you looked back at him with an expression that was summed up to one thing: “Huh?”

He sighed, rolling his eyes at you as if it were obvious why you were a little seductress. He held his pointer finger up, “One, you’re totally wearing your make-my-butt-look-big jeans,”

“They’re my favourite jeans!”

He ignored you. “Two, you’re in my home, wearing my hoodie. Do you know what a sucker guys are when their girl wears their hoodie?”

You pull your neck back till you have a triple chin. Grinning like a creep you say, “Really?” Changkyun laughed. “You’re still sexy with that face babe.” “Don’t tell me what I already know.”

You put your bag in Changkyun’s room and notice someone on their bed with their headphones in. You sneak up and attack. “OH MY GOD!” He’s sweating already and your laughter causes you to drop to the floor, tears nearly escaping your eyes when you saw the startled expression on Jooheon’s face. “YOU AND YOUR BOYFRIEND ARE EVIL!” You can’t stop laughing, face aching from the permanent smile and stomach tight as your laughter doesn’t cease.

“Sorry Heonie, you’re just so easy to scare.” He shoves your head. “Sleep with an eye open tonight girl.” You hold your hands up “Ooo so scared.” He grumbled, putting his headphones back in to ignore you and you laugh as you left to go back to the living room.

“Kyuuuuun.” He made a noise of acknowledgement as he searched for the right disk. “Would it be mean to do a camera prank on Jooheon?” He stopped what he was doing and looked up at you with a smirk, “Yes it would be.”

You told him your plans, Changkyun shaking his head in disbelief at you, but giving you a proud pat on the back nonetheless. “I have taught you well young one.” “I’m a year older than you.” You deadpanned. He waved his hand, “technicalities.”

He turned toward the TV and you follow him to the sofa. “Right, what do you want to eat? Kihyun won’t be back till later, so not much edible food to eat now.”

“Pizza?

“Cool.”

The pizza should be arriving in around 20 minutes and so you both spend time chatting on the sofa with the music channel on in the background. All of a sudden Changkyun has shot out of his seat, cutting himself off as he stands in front of you. When you hear the opening beat you’re already on the verge of laughing.

Changkyun gets into position and when you see his entire expression switch you’re gone. His hand is up and shaking.

Every day it rings, the bell bell bell

Now care for me

I don’t wanna waste my battery

It keeps coming, It keeps coming

Like my phone’s gonna explode

He’s singing the words in his rough voice, hips shaking and turning as he sings along to none other than Twice’ cheer up. He keeps eye contact with you the whole time and you’re in fits.

I don’t know, I don’t know, he says he can’t even breathe

He says he’s struggling because of me

He says his heart is dropping, why?

He says that I’m so pretty

I’m not showing off or anything

His big smile is infectious and you find yourself singing along with him as he does the routine. He blinks his eyes cutely and shakes his head at all the right moments.

Sorry I couldn’t pick up earlier

I was meeting my friends, shy shy shy

I can’t really meet you right now, sorry

I’ll call you a little later

His pointer fingers came together and he had the cutest expression that made you melt and nearly say ‘aw’ out loud. But you really lost it when he shouted ‘shy shy shy’ his fists perfectly doing the movements and you swear you had heart eyes when you whined, “Kyun~” cos your heart was definitely about to burst.

He winked at you as he continued and he was anticipating the best moment as he bounced and then, just as the chorus came on:

CHEER UP BABY CHEER UP BABY

Cheer up a little more

A girl can’t give her heart too easily

That’s how you’ll get to like me even more

I’ll act calm, as if it’s nothing

So you won’t know that I like you

just get it together

and then baby CHEER UP

You jumped up and facing him began to belt the words back at him. “CHEER UP BABY CHEER UP BABY” The room was filled with your loud singing and over exaggerated dancing. Head rocking back as your hands came up and shot out as the dance did.

As the chorus came to an end, “AND THEN BABY CHEER UP~” Changkyun belted the line, out of key as he lifted you and spun you around, your singing cutting off in place of your wild laughter. “KYUN!” You yell and feel the air whip around you as he clumsily drops you onto the sofa, head on your stomach as he laughs and you stop at the sound, heart clenching almost painfully hearing something so pure.

It makes you take his head in your hands and Changkyun stops as he stares up at your soft eyes. “Idiot… what if you hurt yourself.” And then you lean forward to leave a peck at his lips. You pull back, feeling the blush start to heat on your cheeks and then Changkyun leans upwards, chasing for lips that melt against his when they finally connect.

When you part he whispers, “I can take the pain if it's for you.” Your eyes widen and you shove his head away. “Stop hanging around Hoseok!”

A few more songs play and then the doorbell goes off. Changkyun raises from the sofa, scrunching his face as he raises his fists in the air, deepening his voice like a warrior, “PI-ZZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA” You shake your head watching him rush to the door, money in hand.

Changkyun takes the pizza and bags while handing the money over with a thank you. He settles on the floor, spreading the bags and boxes of pizza out on the empty space.

“Here ya go love.” Changkyun says taking your wedges out of the bag and handing you the garlic sauce. “Oh God, thank you!”

You both barely speak between stuffing wedges, garlic bread and cheesy pizza into your mouth. “Oh babe, c’mere.” You beck Changkyun toward you and your thumb swipes at the tomato sauce messily smeared on the corner of his lips. You lick the sauce off your thumb and Changkyun grins at you before he’s leaning forward, lips on yours and you feel the little swipe of his tongue against your lips before he’s sitting back. “That was my sauce love.” You roll your eyes, any excuse, but still, Changkyun doesn’t fail to make your heart race.

You’re barely paying any attention to the low budget sci-fi movie playing on the TV and when you go to reach for the coke you remember your plan from earlier.

“Kyunnie… Shall we go buy a drink?” Changyun looks up at you, pizza wedged in his mouth as he smiles evilly back at you.

Changkyun went into his room where Jooheon was and found him lying on his bed scrolling on his phone with his earphones in.

He poked him till Jooheon took his earphones out. “Heon, we’re going to the shops want anything?” Jooheon pondered for a moment before giving a gentle smile as he said, “No, thanks.” And Changkyun really felt evil seeing his cute angelic smile, before turning and walking out the room.

He gave you the thumbs up and you picked up both of your shoes and hid them behind a pot plant. You walked to a cupboard where the power was and before turning it off urged Changkyun to start filming.

Your heart sped up in anticipation as you both got into position. Waiting behind the sofa you took Changkyun’s phone and texted Jooheon.

My Bro: Hey can you check if there’s any dip, thanks.

It took a few minutes before he replied with a simple ‘sure’. You both heard the bedroom door open and as Jooheon walks to the kitchen you can see his silhouette; his hand comes up and switches on the light. Or at least he tries to.

Jooheon grumbles under his breath and you notice the shine of his phone. He tried switching other lights but found they wouldn’t turn on. He whined and swore into the darkness, continuing to shuffle around to the kitchen.

Jooheon navigated his way toward the fridge with his hands, expecting the glow of the fridge to illuminate but found even that wouldn’t work. As he was crouched down you slowly crept from your spot, quietly trying to sneak toward him all the while barely able to muffle your laughs threatening to escape.

“WHERE’S THE DIP?”

“FUCK AKNFD- ARGH OSKNVD MY GOD!” Jooheon hit his head on the fridge in shock, babbling out nonsense words as he screamed. You made out him clutching his chest and eyes squeezed shut and laughed loudly while the lights began to turn on - Changkyun turning the electricity back on.

The camera was in Jooheon’s face. He was the perfect mess of sweat and heavy breaths and the expression on his face nearly made you feel bad, except you were a little shit so not really.

“You guys are evil!” Jooheon blubbered, still clutching his chest.

You can’t stop laughing and Changkyun smiles, taking in the way your eyes curl and your cheeks raise high in a smile, the laugh that sounds from your lips captivating him. He closes in on you with the camera, your attention turning to him with a big smile. “You are tuning in live to the dorm of one scared Lee Jooheon!”

“I really hate you both.”

“Love you too Jooheon.” Both you and Changkyun said simultaneously before he ended the film.

Jooheon scowled and you felt the tiniest bit bad when you laughed and looped your arm through his and your other through Changkyun’s. “C’mon Heon, we got pizza!” He grumbled something along the lines of “scaring a man and then giving him pizza.”

“Um, Jooheon’s scared of it!”

“Spiders, clowns, the dark, his shadow-

“-HEY!”

“-oh OH GHOSTS”

“Surprised you didn’t guess that sooner babe.” You make a noise of cheer, removing the card on your head.

“You guys are dicks. And FYI I’m only scared of creepy little kid ghosts.”

“You mean the one next to you?”

“WILL YOU STOP YOU DEMONS” Changkyun clapped happily, falling back into the sofa with loud laughter as Jooheon flinched where he sat and nervously looked behind him as if the ghost was really there. “I’m gonna have to sleep with you in your bed now Changkyun.” His laughter ceased then, expression crestfallen as he quickly sat up, quick to say “No! Absolutely not. My baby is sleeping with me.” It was silly but you felt warm tingles spread over your skin, heart clenching as a feeling of adoration for Changkyun washed over you.

“It’s your karma, bastard.”

Jooheon was forced to bed, Changkyun having to give him cuddles till he fell asleep. The night had passed by quicker than you’d thought it would, but the feelings you felt throughout the night lingered; the fresh memories that took place made you feel warm and you couldn’t help the small smile lift on your face thinking back to the events. It’s late and as you both lie in the silence Changkyun breaks it.

“What do you think happens if a mosquito bites down there?” Your eyes shoot open. “It will hurt rig- ow!” Your teeth detach from his shoulder and you settle yourself again, closing your eyes. “That hurt right? Probably something like that, but a billion times worse.” You can practically hear the pout in his voice.

“I didn’t realise you were into biting babe.”

“Changkyun I swear…” His muffled laugh broke the silence, before dying down in a content sigh as he melded his body against yours, arms holding your head to his chest, complete warmth washing over the both of you. There was a shyness you felt, the blush rising on your skin, yet you couldn’t help to think that it felt so right. You suddenly felt overwhelmed, a concoction of emotions washing over you till they were conjuring into words that blocked your throat tightly. You took several breaths, trying to swallow the dryness from your throat and this didn’t go unnoticed by Changkyun.

“Is something wrong? Are you uncomfortable like this? We don’t have to sleep like this-”

“-NO! I-i-i um, I mean no, it's just.” your fingers clutched to the material of his shirt almost desperately, your eyes focused on the creases you made, knowing that Changkyun was looking down at you, despite the lights being out. “Don’t,” you took a deep breath, clearing your throat and willing your body to relax, fingers unclenching around his shirt so you could draw random patterns against his chest as a distraction. “Don’t freak out okay, but I think,” you took a larger intake of breath and exhaled as if they were all your tensions and let your eyes fall shut,”but I think I love you.”

It was quiet for a moment, then a moment longer before you were suddenly on your back instead of your side and were being crushed, Changkyun’s arms vice like as they coiled around you and his head nestled into the crook of your neck. “God, I love you too, I’ve loved you for so long my chest hurt, I love you I love you.” he said, raising his head to meet your lips, hard, yet slow, heavy huffs if breath mingled as he made a fire rage inside your chest and ignite every inch of you, hands finding their way into his hair and gripping as he kissed you a moment longer before slowing, sweet caresses of lips passing against lips and then he stopped with a soft lingering peck, head falling back into your neck before he rolled you both onto your sides again. “I definitely love you.” you smiled, feeling tears pool but just shut your eyes and shoved your head into his chest.

And that’s how you fell asleep. Wrapped up in thin arms that lock around you, almost as if you would disappear and warmth then curls around you and sinks into you till you find yourself drifting to sleep counting the beats of his heart. In that moment you wonder how you will ever fall asleep the same way again, how were you ever able to fall asleep without Changkyun wrapping you in his arms. The missing link, who made you feel like home was wherever he was.

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Elm Street Chapter 3 (Sam x Reader)

Title: Elm Street Chapter 3

Summary: Someone is killing patients of a mental hospital. Someone (Y/n) never thought her and Sam would have to face again.

Warnings: Language, violence, character death

Sam stared out the window as Dean drove into Kansas. He hadn’t said much about why they were rushing to Tipton. He seemed lost in his own mind and that scared Dean. With everything they were facing, the last thing he needed was for Sam to withdraw in on himself. Dean turned the music down, which caused Sam to sigh. He didn’t really want to talk about this. If his brother was allowed to bottle everything up, so was Sam.

“So, why the sudden urge to return someplace we haven’t been since you were like sixteen?” Dean asked. Sam didn’t say anything, instead placing his hand on his thigh under his dark jeans were four scars laid. Four scars that he lied to Dean about where they came from. “Sam.”

“Kids getting killed at a mental asylum.” Sam said with a shrug. “Just thought there would be something there.” Dean glanced over at him.

“It’s more than that.” Dean said. “I can tell. You’re leaving out some juicy details Sammy.”

“I’ll know more when we get there and I can research.” Sam said with a shrug.

“Sam, who was on the phone?” Dean asked. Sam sighed.

“Just a girl I used to know.” Sam said. Dean smirked.

“You sweet on her or something?” He asked. Sam didn’t answer. “Why don’t I remember her if you had that big of a crush on her?”

“Because dad told you to let me be my own man so you spent a lot of time the next town over sniffing out college pussy.” Sam grumbled. Dean raised a hand up.

“Excusing me for having a good time.” Dean said, shaking his head. Sam sighed.

“Sorry.” He said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I don’t blame you. I know dad had his reasons for things…” Dean rolled his eyes but stayed silent. Of course Sam was going to stand up for their dad now that he was dead. But when Sam was sixteen and John was saying that he was too old to be babied by Dean, it was a whole other story.

“Well, I want details when we get there.” Dean mumbled, reaching over and turning the music up. “Get some sleep. We still have a while to go.” Sam sighed and looked out the window. He wanted to sleep, but every time he closed his eyes, he went right back to where he was in high school. He listened to Dean sing as he rested his head against the window. A Dokken song that he heard years ago.

“Sammy.” A voice said through the radio. Dean didn’t seem to notice, but Sam did. He turned towards the radio. “Sammmmmmyyyyy. Don’t you like this song? You little warrior. I’ll see you soon Sammy.” Soon, the voice was gone and just Dean singing filled the car. Sam squeezed his eyes closed and prayed he wouldn’t dream.

****

Then

(Y/n) and Sam grew closer with each day. It seemed like as soon as their dad’s finished one hunt, another came along, distracting them from their children. John was exhausted, but he was competing with her dad, so it seemed worth it to him. Tina and Dean kept watch over their siblings, even though (Y/n)’s dad asked for Tina’s help on hunts and John finally told Dean he had to let Sam have a little breathing room.

It was about a month into the Tipton stay when the first kid died. John and (Y/n)’s dad, Carson, were out of town. Dean was doing a little self-exploration and working, and Tina was assisting another hunter on a hunt. (Y/n) and Sam were on their own to deal with it. And then another one, and another one. Three months later, four kids had died, the last being a girl.

“They said she died in her sleep.” (Y/n) said as her and Sam set out on the football bleachers, doing their homework. “Is your dad hunting a dreamwalker?” Sam and (Y/n) bonded over the fact that their dads were both hunters. Even though they didn’t know the history between their dad’s, it was nice to have someone besides their older siblings to talk to.

“No.” Sam said. “He’s hunting a werewolf in Kokomo. Yours?”

“A haunting in Windfall.” She said. Sam nodded and finished up his last little bit of homework.

“Need help with anything?” He asked, leaning over to look at her book. On her notebook that she was using, he saw hearts with his name in them. He couldn’t help but smile. He knew relationships never lasted, but he was thankful for the marathon of hunts.

“Maybe a couple things.” She said. She turned her head and Sam immediately pressed his lips against hers. She closed her chemistry book and let Sam kiss her. It was nice not having Dean or Tina over their shoulders to tease them about their little romance. Sam was all smiles when he pulled back.

“Was that one of those things?” He asked. Dean might not think his little brother had any moves or was very smooth, but in (Y/n)’s eyes, he was the best. She smiled at him.

“Maybe. But I might need another, just to make sure.” She laughed. Sam kissed her again as the sprinklers on the field were turned on. “Guess that’s our queue to leave.” She pushed her books into her bag and stood up, holding Sam’s hand when they made it to the sidewalk. “Dad should be back tonight. So we’ll just have to wait and see if there are anymore.” Sam nodded as he walked (Y/n) towards the house that her, Tina, and Carson were staying in. Tina’s truck was in the driveway.

“Hey, your sister’s back.” Sam said. (Y/n) nodded.

“Oh joy.” She said, rolling her eyes. “Well, hopefully I’ll see you tomorrow.” She kissed Sam one last time before heading into the house. Tina was sitting in the sparse living room, sipping a beer.

“Have fun at school?” She asked. “I see you’re learning all about sex ed.”

“Tina…” (Y/n) warned. Tina just smiled at her.

“Hey, I’m just glad to know that you’re making friends is all.” Tina laughed. (Y/n) rolled her eyes and went to shower. Minute rice and beans was dinner for the night and then (Y/n) headed to bed while Tina stayed up to see Carson. But about midnight, (Y/n) snuck out of the house with clothes in her bag. Sleep had evaded her and she thought maybe if Sam was awake, they could be awake together.

She quietly shut the door as Tina drooled on the dirty couch. The motel Sam was staying in wasn’t far and she secretly hoped that Dean and John were out. She didn’t see any harm in sneaking out. Tina used to do it all the time. She would understand.

****

Tina’s dreams were usually of the current celebrity she was into or whatever movie she had last seen. But this was different. She was inside the school. The one she had taken (Y/n) to a couple months and moves ago. It was run down and falling apart. Smoke lingered in the air.

“Hello?” Tina called out, looking around. She could hear a little girl singing and saw a huddled mass on the floor. “Hey? Are you okay?” She asked, walking towards it. She just heard the singing more as she got closer. “Hey, kid.” She reached out to touch the mass when suddenly, it wasn’t there anymore. A burning hand wrapped around her neck.

“Here’s Johnny!” This new figure said with a laugh. Tina gasped and cried out as her skin burnt. “You’re not who I was looking for. But you’ll do.” He laughed. Tina kicked him in the gut and took off running. But everywhere she turned, he was right there.

“You can’t run forever Tina.” He laughed when she ran into him yet again.

“Let me go!” She screamed. Something shiny caught her eye and, before she knew it, claws were ripping apart the soft flesh on her face.

“I was going to let you live, but your screams are just too much for me.” He laughed. “Goodnight Tina.” With one swift motion, the blades pushed into her stomach. Her breath caught in her throat as she looked up at him. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell your sister you said goodbye.”

****

Carson walked into the house to hear the TV in the living room on. He smiled at the thought. Tina always stayed up when he was on hunts late. He didn’t even bother looking in there right away. Instead, he headed towards the bathroom. But he stopped when he saw the room that Tina and (Y/n) slept in empty.

“(Y/n)? Tina?” Carson asked. Screams echoed from the living room then. Drawing his gun, he ran in, hoping it was some cheesy B horror movie on TV. Instead, he was greeted with blood and burning flesh as Tina went limp on the couch.

“TINA!” Carson screamed, running to his daughter. But it was too late. There was no saving her. He looked around, desperate to find whatever had taken his eldest daughter, but he found nothing.

And along with that, he couldn’t find (Y/n).

Forever: @petrovadixon @aiaranradnay @theas-bedtime-stories @jjbabygirl98 @af112992 @policeofficerskeet @bandobsession98 @secretlyshycomputer @dekahg @marvel-af @crownedloki @cutie1365 @whatisauser

Elm Street Tag: @rashinyx2002

#elm street #sam #Sam Winchester #sam x reader #sam winchester x reader #reader #reader insert #fanfiction #supernatural #a nightmare on elm street #Jared Padalecki

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oftruths · 7 years

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sunday morning

Word Count: 1,172

Pairing(s): Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: slight swearing, fluff overload, cheesy af, like your heart is going to explode at how grossly adorable this is, please brace yourself

Summary: After a long night of committing to his nightly duties, all that Peter Parker wants to do is spend the day in bed with his lovely girlfriend.

Notes: It’s not Sunday morning but who cares!! So, I watched Baby Driver like last week and I’ve been stuck on the soundtrack. I suggest you listen to “Easy” originally by The Commodores or the cover by Sky Ferreira for maximum cuteness (and that’s where I got the title from). This shit is so sick, I hate myself so much. Also, I watched Homecoming on Friday and lost my mind. I love Peter Parker so much, goodbye. Feedback is cool! Hope you like it!!

Okay, I tried posting this like a billion times but it wasn’t going in the tags for some reason? Crossing my fingers that this works!

Peter was tired, to say the least. Instead of spending the night on his worn down bed with his beautiful girlfriend as Parks and Recreation played on a computer screen, a sudden store robbery prompted him to put on the Spiderman suit before rushing out the window. The rest of the night was filled with petty crimes resulting in him returning to his apartment at 2 in the morning.

His heart fluttered at the sight of (Y/N) cuddled up on his bed, sound asleep. With one of his shirts serving as her pajama’s for the night, Peter couldn’t help but softly smile at her sleeping form. Even though they had been dating for a little over seven months, he couldn’t get over seeing (Y/N) in his clothes for it provided him with a sort of comfort; like he was protecting her.

“Stop being creepy, Parker… but god, she’s perfect,” he thought, shaking his head in disbelief since the girl of his dreams was staying the night even though they barely had the chance to go through with what they had initially planned.

The young hero peeled off the suit before throwing it in his closet and putting on a pair of basketball shorts. Peter gently sat on the bed next to (Y/N), careful not to wake her up as he pulled the blanket over the both of them. He then scooted himself down the bed until he was able to throw an arm around her waist and lie next to her.

Peter then felt her move.

Afraid that he had woken (Y/N), he froze, praying that she was just shifting in her sleep and that he didn’t disturb her. She sighed in content as she turned her body so that her head laid on his shoulder while her hand gently rested on his chest.

“Tried waiting up for you…” (Y/N) whispered, giving her boyfriend a light squeeze. The instant warmth that she felt instantly made her wake up, knowing that Peter was back. Not hearing him groan in pain when he got in next to her was music to her ears since that meant he wasn’t hurt.

“I figured. I’m sorry for coming back so late, darling,” Peter sighed, wrapping his arms around her and stroking her hair.

“S’okay,” she mumbled, snuggling into his side. “May was asking–”

“We can talk tomorrow, okay? Let’s just sleep now,” he gently spoke.

(Y/N) simply nodded before slightly lifting her head to give Peter a chaste kiss on his jaw. As she settled back into his side, Peter could feel himself finally relax for the first time that night, letting the peaceful darkness fall in on him.

The girl woke up to sunlight pouring through the bedroom window as it cascaded over her and Peter. According to the digital clock on his nightstand, it was around 8:30 on a Sunday morning. (Y/N)’s eyes flickered over to the sleeping figure next to her and beamed at the sight.

She knew that Peter had been up and swinging all over the city to protect it from criminals. She just hated how tired he got and how time consuming it was. Sure, it was easier when Spiderman was just starting out but Peter had more people he had to worry about now – and that included (Y/N).

Pushing the bad thoughts out of her mind, she leaned up to pepper kisses all over her boyfriend’s face, paying the most attention to his pink lips. Peter was slowly pulled out of his slumber and smiled as he felt (Y/N)’s sweet kisses. He steadily tangled his callused fingers through her silky hair, the both of them humming in tranquil.

“Good morning, handsome,” (Y/N) finally spoke, placing her hands on either side of his face.

“Hey, princess,” Peter grinned at her and wrapped his arms around her torso.

“Did you sleep well?” she tilted her head in question as her thumbs smoothed over his cheeks.

“Yeah. Mostly because you were next to me the entire night.”

(Y/N) used her hand to cover Peter’s face before pushing him away from her and groaning in disgust. “Ugh, you are such a nerd,” she said as she plopped back down on the bed.

“Don’t pretend you don’t love it when I get all cheesy,” he teased, rolling over and tucking himself under her arms.

“I don’t love it,” (Y/N) said matter-of-factly. “But, I do love you,” she grinned, bopping his nose.

Peter mirrored her previous repulsed groan all while a blush crept up on his cheeks and both of their laughs filled the room. “Don’t come for me when you say shit like that!” he exclaimed, giggles still bubbling from his mouth.

“Whatever,” she grumbled while she ran her fingers through his light brown curls.

After their laughter had died down, a comfortable silence fell upon the two of them as they laid there – holding each other. It was a sickly sweet picture. A naïve teenage couple cuddled up in bed as the morning ticked away. They had not a care in the world for with each passing moment, they became more aware of each other and yet, did not sense the amount of love that filled the room. The feeling was merely natural.

“Do you just wanna stay in bed today?” Peter piped up after a little while.

(Y/N) looked at him with a confused expression. “I thought you wanted to go to Coney with Ned and Michelle? And what about your Spidey stuff?” she asked with raised eyebrows.

“Yeah…” he said with a sigh, “but we can always go tomorrow. Plus, we didn’t get to watch Parks and Rec last night! I think the city could go without Spiderman for a day, don’t you think?”

The corners of (Y/N)’s lips quirked up to form a large grin. “Are you sure? I don’t want this to be a pity date or something. If you wanna go–”

“I just wanna hang out in bed all day, find out if Leslie wins the recall election and eat pancakes with my favorite girl,” he stated, looking directly into his girlfriend’s eyes.

She sat up from the bed and leaned over to grab the laptop from the nightstand, all while rolling her eyes. “Okay, Mr. Bossypants,” she joked, a smirk forming on her lips.

Peter suddenly attacked (Y/N)’s sides. “What’d you just call me? Huh?” He smiled, tickling her sides while she squirmed underneath him

“S-Stop it! God dammit P-Parker! Stop!”

For the second time that day, golden laughter erupted from their lips. Both of their heads leaned back as the sound was shot up to the ceiling.

Happiness occupied the space.

“I love you, Peter Parker,” (Y/N) giggled in disbelief at how lucky she was to be spending her time with this absolute gem of a person.

“I love you too,” Peter replied, shaking his head before placing a gentle hand on the back of (Y/N)’s neck and pulling her into a kiss. One of many that would occur throughout the rest of the day.

#spiderman imagine #spiderman x reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker

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Fic List #4

Make Your Mark by wasterella

Status: Completed

Words: 5,736

Chapters: 1/1

Tags: Soulmates, Making Out, Levi is in love and hates it, Eren just wants to find his soulmate, very brief mentions of self-harm (burning - not depicted)

Having a soulmate sucks the big one, especially when you specifically don't want one.

Which Levi didn't. At all. Not even a little.

Especially not Eren Jaeger. Nope. Definitely not Eren Jaeger. That was just stupid.

Good Enough To Eat by wasterella

Status: Ongoing

Words: 262,179

Chapters: 25/26

Last Updated: 2017-05-20

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Violence, Murder, Attempted Murder, writer!levi, Disturbing Themes, Mostly related to Levi's writing, Mentions of cannibalism but not depicted (again Levi's writing), Mind Control, Supernatural - Freeform, Magic, Blood, I am probably missing tags but if you have concerns please ask...

There are two things to be known about living in Shiganshina: there’s no such thing as privacy, and gossip never dies.

Eren Jaeger has lived in the same small town his entire life, and has always known this to be true. He’d never felt different, and had always believed that nothing exciting would ever happen, and every day would continue to be exactly the same as always.

At least, he used to, until the arrival of a mysterious man. A newcomer who seems to have an interest in the Jaeger family, and keeps his secrets close. A man who never answers questions, and has a dark history that spells trouble.

As demons from the past come racing to the present, Eren finds himself drawn into an inexplicable web of myths and deceit, protected by the one person he’s positive he shouldn’t trust.

Hey Lover by wasterella

Status: Completed

Words: 228,766

Chapters: 32/32

Fed up with being teased for not having a girlfriend, Eren joins a site that gives the perception of being taken. Little does he know that the sassy and crass girlfriend he asked for isn't exactly what he had in mind.

The Difference Between You and Me by Shado_on_nanoko

Status: Ongoing

Words: 60,505

Chapters: 31/?

Last Updated: 2017-05-14

Rating: Teen And Up

Tags: Homophobia, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, I'm Bad At Tagging, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, potential smut in later chapters, Boys In Love, Eren is a titan, Titan-Haired Eren Yeager, Titan Eren Yeager, Swearing, cuz of Levi, OOC-ness, I Don't Even Know, flipped a coin, top!Eren, but also Top!Levi, they switch, slooooooooow af, you'll hate me for the deaths, Please Don't Kill Me

Eren has always been a titan, a titan that can shift into a human. With a dream to stand side by side with humans and the sudden opportunity of a short human showing up at his home, what will he do? Will he surrender to his titan instincts, or will he follow his human heart?

Through The Curtain by Lady_Bluebird

Status: Ongoing

Words: 35,667

Chapters: 8/?

Last Updated: 2017-05-11

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Grisha is actually a good dad, Dead Carla, Slow Build, Levi Is Bad At Feelings, Eren is a brat, but he's Levi's brat, Alternate Universe - Dreams, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, plot heavy, Fluff and Angst, Dominant Eren Yeager, Bottom Levi (Shingeki no Kyojin), sick!Eren, Fatal familial insomnia

Nineteen year-old Eren Jaeger, recently diagnosed with fatal familial insomnia, is desperate for a cure to save him - as well as to spare his sister, Mikasa, and father, Grisha, from losing a family member. One night, wandering through the city, Eren finds three things that just might provide his remedy: A gateway, the world behind it, and a (literally) living dream named Levi.

A Million Kisses by MakoHarumakesmesin

Status: Completed

Words: 28,599

Chapters: 12/12

Tags: Death, Minor Character Death, Trauma, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Levi (Shingeki no Kyojin) Has PTSD, Torture, Blood, Fear, Triggers, Panic Attacks, Mikasa is levis' niece, Mai is the name of Mikasas mother, Fluff, Smut, Masturbating, Eren comforts Levi a lot, Eventual Levi/Eren Yeager, Slow Burn, mention of sexual abuse, Amputee Levi (Shingeki no Kyojin), College Student Eren Yeager, levi is a virgin, thats not really relevant, but his uncertainty is still cute, Bottom Levi (Shingeki no Kyojin), Top Eren Yeager

Levi had survived. He was the only one of his squad that was able to return home to the family that he barely knows. The war in Afghanistan has taken a toll on his body and mind, which explains why Levi wished he also hadn't returned. Everyone that he knew has either died or moved on from their friendship with Levi since he joined the army several years ago. He feels damaged and broken as he sits in his wheelchair in his new room. Somehow this all changes when Mikasa, his niece, brings home a bright-eyed brunet named Eren to study with. Eren helps Levi with his nightmares at night when he wakes up screaming again and the warm tea that Eren provides Levi with after another rough night is the first thing the raven falls in love with.

Timeless by Tamithna

Status: Ongoing

Words: 14,039

Chapters: 5/?

Last Updated: 2017-04-25

Rating: Teen And Up

Tags: Alternate Universe - Reincarnation, Fluff, Post-Canon, Rating May Change, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, ererisecretsanta2015, some spoilers if you don't read the manga, Older Eren Yeager, Alternate Universe - High School

2000 years after the Final Battle, a crystallized Eren is woken up by a reincarnated Levi.

This Is The Day by IttyBittyTeapot (LittleSeedofDarkness)

Status: Ongoing

Words: 41,565

Chapters: 7/?

Last Updated: 2017-05-18

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Bartender Levi (Shingeki no Kyojin), College Student Eren Yeager, Smut, Fluff, Switching, First Time, Falling In Love, Hand Jobs, Frottage, non-binary hanji, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Smut, Porn with Feelings, Anal Fingering, Blow Jobs

Eren is a struggling and mildly depressed student. His friends have left for college and he has trouble getting by, but when he decides to escape his shitty apartment and go for a walk one night, he stumbles onto a nearby bar and meets the man who will change his life.

Loosing by Cleaning_Ravioli

Status: Ongoing

Words: 10,990

Chapters: 8/?

Last Updated: 2017-05-16

Rating: Teen And Up

Tags: Cheesy Summaries, Un-Creative Titles, Non-Binary Hange Zoë, Alternate Universe - Basketball

Eren is a member of the elite basketball team, The Titans, and they have yet to loose a game they've played. However, upon facing The Survey Corps, the team makes their first loss to the opposing school, and Eren looses something else entirely; his heart to the Point Guard of team he is supposed to hate.

#ereri #4 #snk #aot #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #ao3 #archive of our own #fics #fanfictions #ficlist #completed #5k

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jeongyunhoed · 2 years

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The 100-Day Relationship

alternatively titled: 10 Months Love

Member: Seonghwa Pairing: Seonghwa/OC Group: ATEEZ

Genre: Fluff, romance, comedy, tiny bit of angst (if you squint), fake dating

Summary: When wealthy socialite Juhyun is facing pressure to bring a date to the biggest wedding of the year and the beginning of the social season among the elite, she hurriedly asks an old college schoolmate, Park Seonghwa to be her boyfriend for the entire season. The longer they put up appearances, the more they realize that they never want the arrangement to end.

Things to note: Art curator!Seonghwa, a lot of expensive-ness going on. Other idols are mentioned as well (if you’ve read my fics, you know there will be). Tag list is always open, and prepare some nachos because this chapter is cheesy AF.

Warnings: Some cussing, we’ll be feeling poor and broke with what’s in here, some suggestive themes (spicy, y’know)

Listen to: 10 Months - Enhypen, Hello - Chuu & Lee Hyeop, Gorgeous - VAV, Everything - CIX, Yours - Chanyeol & Raiden, Have You Seen? - Raspberry Field, Date - Vanilla Acoustic, Take Me Home - ATEEZ, Love Me Now - NCT 127

Tag list: @closer-stars , @masterninjacow . @kunrengui , @yoheyyosup , @gayliljoong ,

Masterlist

Chapter 3

Seonghwa arrived at Juhyun’s apartment, pulling his luggage along with him. He wasn’t sure how long they’d be staying, but he was prepared enough for at least a week’s worth of clothes. This trip to Macau was all he could think about since they last met, and he felt his heart pound with nervousness knowing that he was about to rub elbows with the elite to a different extent. But he assured himself, and Hongjoong, that he would be just fine. The trip would probably do him some good, calm his nerves a bit, while also spending time with Juhyun.

A little boy suddenly appeared from the living room, who Seonghwa realized was Woojin, the kid she was babysitting. “Hello,” He said with a slight bow.

Seonghwa smiled and greeted him back. “Hi, is Juhyun here?” He asked.

“Yes, she’s packing clothes for a trip. Are you coming with her?” Woojin asked, and he nodded. “...Are you her boyfriend?”

The comment took him by surprise. “Y-yes, I am,” A nervous chuckle escaped him.

“If you’re her boyfriend, why don’t you come see her everyday?” Woojin asked.

“Ah, well, I have work to do, so we see each other outside,” Seonghwa replied.

“You have to come here everyday to see her, so she knows you love her.”

“Love-” Seonghwa was caught even more off-guard. “I’ll try my best,” He smiled and bent down. “I’m Seonghwa, Park Seonghwa, it’s very nice to meet you,” He held out his hand for the boy to shake.

“I’m Seo Woojin, I live downstairs but I stay here sometimes,” He pointed to the floor. “You look like a prince.”

Seonghwa stifled a big grin that was forming on his face. “Thank you. You look like a prince too.”

“I know, noona always tells me that,” He said. “She says I’ll get a lot of girls confessing.”

“I can tell,” Seonghwa was amused at his confidence, and he stood up right away when he saw Juhyun come down the staircase, carrying her luggage. He couldn’t help but look at her in awe even if she was very simply dressed - a mariniere blouse, black pedal-pushers, and flats. “Hello,” He said, hurrying to help her bring down her luggage.

Even Juhyun was taken by surprise at how handsome he looked that she felt her cheeks heat up. It was only when she heard a small “Wow” coming from the little boy by the living room that she snapped out of her thoughts. “Hi, just got here?” She asked.

“Kind of, I was talking to Woojin over there,” Seonghwa smiled.

“Ah, so both of you have now met, hmm?” She turned to the little boy, who was grinning. “What’s that smile about?”

“He was looking at you all funny, with googly eyes,” Woojin tried to imitate him.

The two of them burst into laughter. “Jihyun’s coming with Moon Bin today, so they’ll take care of you, okay?” She said, and the little boy nodded.

“Jihyun noona’s fun,” He said.

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The 100-Day Relationship

alternatively titled: 10 Months Love

Member: Seonghwa Pairing: Seonghwa/OC Group: ATEEZ

Genre: Fluff, romance, comedy, tiny bit of angst (if you squint), fake dating

Things to note: Art curator!Seonghwa, a lot of expensive-ness going on. Other idols are mentioned as well (if you’ve read my fics, you know there will be). This is also INCREDIBLY, INCREDIBLY SELF-INDULGENT. This hasn’t been proof-read much? So please forgive me.

Warnings: Some cussing, we’ll be feeling poor and broke with what’s in here.

Tag list: @closer-stars , @masterninjacow , @kunrengui

Masterlist

Chapter 1

The first six months of the year was usually a nightmare for Choi Juhyun. The first six months of the year usually meant an endless array of social events, from charity balls to auctions to tournaments and company events and outings. For Choi Juhyun, it was usually a time when there would be speculation and gossip amongst many in her social circle about the plus ones they’d be bringing, if they were from an affluent family or if they owned any businesses or how many offshore bank accounts they had. One could argue that this was a better thing to do with a person’s time, and it was often the topic of conversation that Juhyun would often hear from acquaintances and even to her own circle of friends, even if she knew it meant very little to her friends how much a person made.

This year was especially going to be hell for Juhyun, who was part of the third generation of that one Choi family. Juhyun belonged in the old money crowd, with the wealth of her family spanning more than a century, and with her family’s fortune, she was often in the “It Girl” sections of society columns despite living a more lowkey lifestyle compared to her cousins. What might have been baffling for many was that even with the prestige that came with her name and money, her parents had determined that her younger brother Sangmin, would be the next to inherit the CEO position if her father decided to step down. It was just as well, as Juhyun thought. Her grandparents had set that precedent, after deciding that her father was the favorite child.

It never bothered her uncle, her father’s older brother either, as he was the chief executive in their family’s spread of businesses in Japan. Her aunt, the youngest and the only girl, was very much like the rest of the girls in her family - overlooked for the CEO positions. Her grandfather was a traditionalist in that sense, and it wasn’t as if her grandmother minded either. It seemed like the women in the family were destined to be housewives - a noble profession, but Juhyun wanted to do something more, as did her sister Jihyun.

The upcoming social season ahead was all she could think about as she sat in a quiet, Japanese-themed cafe, going over monthly evaluations of the employees in the department she was in charge of, the digital media division of C Enterprises - the parent company, where most of her family’s fortune was in. Juhyun had a feeling this year was going to be especially hellish, as her friend Jinri, of the Songs that work in plastics, was finally going to marry her longtime sweetheart, Shin Dongwoo, the Shin Dongwoo people gushed about in the news for his architectural masterpieces. It was an event that was being touted as the biggest wedding in the country to date since the last royal wedding. That meant people will double down on the speculation on her and who she planned on bringing, if she did plan on bringing a date.

The door of the cafe opened and in the corner of her eye, Juhyun felt her heart skip a beat when she saw her old schoolmate Park Seonghwa, enter, followed by his best friend and another old schoolmate Kim Hongjoong, both of them seemingly deep in conversation even as they stood to order whatever they wanted. Juhyun remembered how Seonghwa was that guy in school, who kept to himself yet turned heads everywhere he went because he wasn’t just good-looking, he was often on the honor roll as well. She remembered Seonghwa as the guy everyone wanted the attention of.

Juhyun wondered what he was up to now, and the more she wondered, she watched the two sit at the table near the restrooms. The more she wondered, an idea came into mind. She wasn’t sure whether it would work, knowing full well how crazy it already sounded. She saw Hongjoong leave to go to the restroom, and she closed her laptop. “Screw it,” Juhyun nodded to herself and got up, bringing her things with her as she approached his table. “...Park Seonghwa?” She asked quietly, trying to be as careful as possible.

The dark-haired male looked up from his seat. “Yes?” He asked, pausing as he began to realize who she was.”Oh… Choi Juhyun?” He smiled.

“Hi, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?” She waved slightly, internally wanting to hit herself at how awkward she was being. “Can I talk to you for a bit?”

“Sure,” Seonghwa gestured to the vacant seat next to him. “Hongjoong’s sitting over there, you might as well sit next to me, if that’s okay with you.”

“Sure, I don’t mind,” Juhyun carefully set her laptop down and moved the chair a little bit more so as to keep some personal space between them. But as she sat down, she saw someone familiar come in, someone very familiar.

Do Jihan. Her ex-boyfriend. The heir to the Do family’s shipping enterprise. They dated for three years only for her to find that he was cheating on her with another heiress who matched his arrogance: Kim Eunbi, heiress turned celebrity fashion designer. He was still as cocky as she remembered him to be on the last legs of their relationship. Jihan also happened to be one of the closest friends of Jinri’s fiance and was obviously going to be among his groomsmen. He also appeared to be heading towards their direction.

“....Uh, when that guy comes, can you pretend to be my boyfriend for a bit?” Juhyun blurted out when she turned to him, tilting her head towards the direction of the male seemingly walking towards them.

Seonghwa looked to where she was pointing and without a thought, he nodded. Seeing that the male was getting closer, he took Juhyun’s hand and laced their fingers together while he typed something in his laptop with his other hand. Juhyun rested her head on his shoulder as she watched him, glancing at her ex, who now had a smug look on his face upon seeing her.

“Juhyun, Juhyun, Juhyun, Choi Juhyun, didn’t think we’d see each other again,” Jihan stopped in front of their table. “So, who’s the unlucky dude?”

Seonghwa felt her stiffen her grip on his hand. “Shouldn’t you be off screwing what’s her name?” Juhyun quipped rather pointedly.

Jihan seemed to ignore her, only to realize who he was. “Oh, you’re Park Seonghwa, yes, I remember you, we all went to university together, yes, I remember who you are now. I’m surprised, finding about this just now. I didn’t think you went for girls of Juhyun’s type,” He said.

“I did and I do, no wonder we’re dating, aren’t we?” Seonghwa smiled at her and kissed the back of her hand.

“Then I’ll look forward to seeing both of you at the wedding. It should be big. A lot of who’s who, if you know what I mean?” Jihan winked at her. “So, Juhyun isn’t single anymore after all, not that I wasn’t surprised, I mean I was, given that she had to move on from me.”

“I must be that great if you keep mentioning that to people we know,” Juhyun glared at him. She noticed Hongjoong return from the restroom, looking a little stunned at the scene playing out before him.

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Fic Recs 8! a.k.a another list of fics that sucker punched me in the feels

So before I start working, I thought it was time (especially since it’s already June - why the heck is it June already?!) to put out a list of fics on atinyblr that have sucker punched me in the feels lately. As always, reblog as much as possible if you loved it, or tell the writer how you enjoyed their work whether through DM or through the ask box.

Again, as always, I will put the racy fics under a cut instead so as to not make it uncomfortable for people on the dashboard.

Fluff Alphabet (Yunho) - @queen-of-himbos Fluff Alphabet (Seonghwa)

ATEEZ when you’re intimidated by them - @barsformars Expectations (Yunho) How Scandalous (Yeosang) 3:29 a.m. (Mingi) 2:53 p.m. (Hongjoong) 11:09 p.m. (Seonghwa) 5:44 p.m. (Hongjoong) - @kireiwoo 12:37 a.m. (Jongho) 4:01 p.m. (Yeosang) 8:34 a.m. (Mingi) Red, Blue, My Yellow (Wooyoung) 7:15 a.m. (Seonghwa)

Crazy for You (Wooyoung) - @yunwoosan - btw i love the url

18:23 (Yeosang) - @petitemingi

A school AU (Wooyoung) (I’m so sorry I don’t know what to label this as) - @babieateez Art museum tour guide (Seonghwa)

Demon AU (Hongjoong) - @hereisleo

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Wanting to try cockwarming - @mingishoe 8:09 p.m. (San)

4:36 p.m. (Wooyoung) - @galaxteez 7:48 p.m. (Hongjoong)

enemies to lovers (Yeosang) - @hyetiny

ATEEZ headcanon: giving them a lapdance - @nateezfics 68-84-90 from the smut prompt list (Seonghwa)

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Fic Recs 7!

So, again, as I’ve done before, I thought I’d share a list of fic recommendations! Also I’m approaching a milestone so all the more reason to link people to awesome content on atinyblr or kpop tumblr in general. As before, I will mark the ones that are smut/have smut and if there’s no smut, I will indicate if it’s suggestive or spicy in tone.

If you like their works, PLEASE REBLOG and tell them what you liked about their fics. If you don’t want to reblog, it’s fine to leave a like but reblogging’s just a better way to help boost fics/content created around here.

Also, these are all ATEEZ, so yeah.

* - has smut / smut

7:47 a.m. (Yunho) - @barsformars Secret Mail (Mingi) Back (Jongho) Lockscreen (Wooyoung) Bumping Helmets (San) When You Bite Them Out of the Blue

Gut Feeling (San) (this is chaptered so I’ll link part 1) - @closer-stars 2:20 (Yeosang)

3:39 p.m. (Yunho) - @kireiwoo 12:47 a.m. (Mingi) 10:56 p.m. (San)

16:40 (Wooyoung) - @blindingatz

Best friends or ...? (Wooyoung) (linking part 1, it’s 2 parts) - @vocalyunho *

Choi San as your boyfriend - @wonwrld * Park Seonghwa as your boyfriend *

Take Me Home (Wooyoung) - @fantastic-bby

Reaction : You Wearing Another Member’s Jacket - @a-soft-hornytiny Reaction: How They Would Confess

ATEEZ reaction to: Finding Cute Scribbles in Their Book - @springsanshine

Headcanon: Sick SanHwa - @armysantiny

Seonghwa Demon AU - @hereisleo May I Have This Dance? (San) Play the King (Mingi)

First Bite (Seonghwa) (suggestive/spicy) - @yungidreamer First Night (Seonghwa) * Precious (Seonghwa) *

Reaction to sitting next to their crush - @inadaydream99

Aftercare (Seonghwa) * - @mingishoe

Darling, Dance for Me? (San) (suggestive/spicy) - @moonchildsaurora

Online Classes Accidents (Mingi) - @treasure-hwa

17:24 (Yeosang) - @petitemingi 20:39 (Yunho)

Reaction: Kiss in a Heated Argument - @queen-of-himbos

4:38 (Yunho) (suggestive/spicy) - @rosy-wooyoung

Kiss it Better (Yunho) - @yeostars In the Rain (Seonghwa)

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The 100-Day Relationship

alternatively titled: 10 Months Love

Member: Seonghwa Pairing: Seonghwa/OC Group: ATEEZ

Genre: Fluff, romance, comedy, tiny bit of angst (if you squint), fake dating

Things to note: Art curator!Seonghwa, a lot of expensive-ness going on. Other idols are mentioned as well (if you’ve read my fics, you know there will be). This is also INCREDIBLY, INCREDIBLY SELF-INDULGENT. If you don’t like it, feel free to ignore. Let me know if you want to be tagged !

Warnings: Some cussing, we’ll be feeling poor and broke with what’s in here, some suggestive themes (spicy, y’know)

Tag list: @closer-stars , @masterninjacow . @kunrengui , @yoheyyosup , @gayliljoong , @sunwooyoung ,

Masterlist:

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 - Final

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Title: Bath baby (Lol cheesy af) Fandom: BAP Member: Himchan Genre/Warning: Smut, asphyxiation ??, water play, bad writing+confusing as hell positions = mediocre smut *applause* Summary/Request: can you make a Himchan smut where he’s been stressed and gets home from a concert and you run him a bath and you let him pretty much just dominate you as like a stress reliever Word Count: 2204

The days have taken it’s toll, you note staring at Himchan’s tired eyes. His usual dark playful eyes are dull and lifeless, his face expressing it’s tiredness. He mumbles incoherently in greeting placing a peck - more like briefly pressing his face to yours - on your cheek as he kicked off his shoes, leaving them messily while he took off his jacket.

“Wow you stink.” You couldn’t help but say when he stretched his arms out to remove his jacket. He gave you a look, raising his brows to sarcastically reply, “Wow aren’t you full of compliments.”

You sighed in sympathy as you reached up to run a calming hand through his hair. “I didn’t mean it like that baby… Look you’re tired, stressed and overworked and also… smelly” You raise a finger when he goes to say something, “You need something to relax you. Like…a bath! You nodded to yourself like you had the best idea in the world. “Yeah that’s what you need! Go sit.” Cue the pushing of his heavy body toward the living room. “While I run it.”

You rushed around trying to make everything as tranquil as possible for Himchan. Various bath salts and these cute decorative petals you got from the old lady by the station was added. The bathroom began to steam slightly as the hot water ran, the scents floating along with it.

You call for Himchan who trail’s lazily into the bathroom. “C’mon then.” You say, hastily undressing him. He lifts his arms for you to remove his shirt, staring down at you fussing over him. A small smile comes to his face, you’re so damn sweet. By the time you’ve pulled down his trousers and boxers, you’re ushering him toward the bath. “I hope this help’s to de-stress you baby, even if it’s just a bit.” You kiss the back of his neck before allowing him to get into the tub.

Himchan’s body welcomes the heat of the water; his muscles becoming more relaxed and his mind clearing just a little. “It’s perfect baby.” He sighs, getting more comfortable. He looks up at you, the slight flush on your cheeks from the heat, your eyes focused on making him feel better, how did he strike so lucky? He eyes the loose button up you’re wearing, how the top buttons are undone, teasing your collarbone when you move. The shirt barely covers your legs that Himchan loves so much.

You lean over him. “Let me add more scented oil, i know you love that stuff. ” You reach over to grab the oil, letting out a gasp when his hand travels up the back of your calf, to the back of your knee till he’s gently gripping your thigh. “Channie, that tickled.” You pout as you start to open the oil. Himchan doesn’t reply and instead gently holds your chin to make you face him. His dark eyes captivate you, a sudden weight in the air when he draws your eyes to his. He brings his lips to yours to sensually kiss you, lips moving slowly, tongue coming out to softly stroke along your lips. You whimper when you feel his hand move up to cup your arse cheek, squeezing slightly while he slips his tongue in to slowly glide against your own. “Channie.” You whimper pulling back, his hand still holding your chin. “You’re meant to be relaxing. ” your eyes stutter to a close when his fingers move inside to rub against your heat slowly and calculating. “Do you really want to help me relax?” You whimper a yes. “Then stay right there baby.”

You remain slightly bent over, the oil long forgotten as you use one had to grip onto the bath tub and the other to hold onto the back of Himchan’s neck while he strokes his tongue in lazy patterns against your neck. His thumb rubs against you through your underwear, you breathes become heavier with the pressure. Himchan begins to suck on your skin, using his teeth to nibble and his tongue to caress his marks that he dots around your exposed neck. “Chan~” You whimper, feeling yourself becoming more heated. Himchan groans against your skin and you look down to catch his other hand going toward his cock, holding it as he began to stroke it to life. Your eyes squeezed shut, a moan trapped behind your lips as the image burns in your mind.

Himchan strokes you faster, your clit burning against the material of your panties in the most delicious way. “C’mon baby.” His husky voice touches your nerves as if it were his hands themselves. His thumb rubs faster, before he pulls back, the fire inside you dying sightly. His hand leaves his cock to grab your waist so your more bent over till his wet hands pull your underwear down, exposing you to the warm air. “Spread your legs a bit baby.” You shift your legs apart and Himchan pulls the shirt up, “hold it” he says placing the material by your mouth; you latch onto it. He leans forward to place kisses and bites on your thighs that have you whimpering. He brings a hand up to cup your arse cheek again, pulling and squeezing the soft flesh. His other hand comes to the front to run a finger down your slit. “Ah baby you’re all lovely and wet.” He looks up at your flushed face, teeth holding onto your shirt, eyes lustful as you stare back at him. His thumb presses to your clit and he wastes no time rubbing it in circles. You shift on your legs, whimpering through the material as pleasure spreads through you. “Does it feel good baby?” You nod as he presses a kiss to your thigh. His other hand leaves your arse cheek to press his fingers to your hole. He smiles feeling how wet you are. Your groans are muffled and your eyes squeeze shut when you feel his long finger push into you. “Ah you’re so good baby. You know I’m so thankful for you, I’m so lucky to have you.” Your heart flutters and you clench around his finger at his words. “No one makes me feel good like you baby.” His voice becomes even huskier when his finger begins to slowly pump into you. He adds another and your thighs begin to shake, the pleasure coming in soft waves. He thumb on your clit speeds up the same time his fingers does, the water rippling with his movements and the squelch of his fingers pushing into your pussy rising over your whimpers. You throw your head back, moaning loudly through the shirt. Himchan leans up quickly, his thumb leaving your clit so his hand can latch to your arse cheek and push your clit to his mouth. He sucks on your clit till his jaw aches, the shirt falls from your mouth, hands grabbing his hair as you scream your pleasure into the air. “God, Himchan yes~” you cry. His fingers push up knuckle deep one last time as you cum with a furious shake, nearly falling into the bath as you gasp for breathe.

Your mind briefly registers the butterfly kisses Himchan places over your thighs. You open your eyes when you feel him pull his fingers out. He looks up at you, bringing his fingers to his mouth, eyes shutting at the taste. When he opens them, his eyes are impossibly darker. “Get here now.” He husks.

Your body moves on its own, climbing into the bath. Neither of you cared that the water sloshed to the sides onto the floor. The only thing you both needed was each other. The bath was barely big enough for the two of you, but that didn’t stop you from straddling him and hastily reaching down for his cock. Once you had placed it at your entrance, Himchan gripping your sides tightly, you sunk yourself down, taking him as quickly as you could. The stretch his cock caused had you moaning, your head falling back. “Hmm yes yes yes” you moaned digging your nails into his shoulders. Himchan ran a wet hand from your covered hips, up your sides, squeezing past your breast up your neck and finally into your hair while you lazily rolled your hips around his cock. He pulled you down to his lips. “You want me to give it to you baby?” You sucked in a harsh breathe before nodding your head furiously. “Yes please please please.” You whined increasing the movement of your hips, the water splashing with your movements. His hand quickly left your hair and he used both hands to pull your shirt apart, the buttons flying in various places. “So beautiful” he sighed leaning forward to kiss at your stomach up to your breasts, his hands rubbing your back. You jerked your hips more, seeking more pleasure. You needed more. “Why’re you so impatient baby?” He softly asked. “FUCK!” Himchan suddenly raised his hips harshly, his cock impaling you, your pussy stretching and suspending you in the air. You forced yourself to take a breathe, feeling lightheaded from the pleasure. Himchan shoved your shirt down and off of you and hastily reached behind you to unhook your bra. “Aren’t you being a bit greedy?” He questioned squeezing your bare breasts harshly in his hands. He looked up at you with a wicked smirk. “You were supposed to be helping me relax.” He growled dropping his hips, your pussy falling down onto him with his movements.

You gasp harshly, nails digging into Himchan’s pale flesh till blood was drawn. Himchan’s large hands feel to your round cheeks to squeeze tightly, “but since you want it so bad.” He growled suddenly thrusting his hips upwards. Your head fell into his neck, cries spilling from your lips while you felt your body shake from his harsh drilling. “Himchan, Himchan” you chanted like a mantra. He hooked a hand beneath your leg and wrapped a hand around your back while he struggled to stand and not slip. He leant your back on the edge if the tub, his knees reddening as they leant against the tub for support. He pushes his cock deep into you and circled his hips drawing loud moans from you, the new position making you twitch around him. With a hand supporting your back and another hand on your thigh Himchan resumed thrusting, the sound of skin hitting skin and of water splashing became background noise to the screams from your lips and the grunts that left Himchan’s. His lips latched onto a nipple, the movement of your body jerking letting him pull your nipple. Your toes curled and your hands left Himchan’s wet back to pull and scratch his scalp. “YES.’ Himchan prolonged his thrusting, pushing through your impossibly tight walls that clamped around him. Your eyes rolled back feeling your orgasm take over your being till you couldn’t even register his cock drilling you anymore. When Himchan pulled out you groaned, hips bucking into the air as your orgasm faded.

After a moment, the both of you breathing heavy you blinked your eyes back into focus. Himchan was still hard. “Finish me off.” Himchan sunk back into the bath, pulling your weak body with him. He pushed your shoulders till you shuffled back enough to be over his hips. His hands threaded through your hair and he dragged your head down till his cock hit your face. Your mouth immediately fell open, Himchan’s fingers tightening its hold when he felt your breath then your lips wrap around his cock. You gag as he immediately thrusts up, dragging your head down lower to take more of him. You try to control your breathing, drool slipping from your mouth. “Just like that baby.” He growled. He shifted his hips slightly so he was more settled under the water and lifted your face from his cock. “Take a breathe baby.” His fingers pinched your nose, his other hand remaining i your hair while you quickly did as he commanded, shutting your eyes when he shoved your face under the water.

The water muffled any noises Himchan made and you felt your body panic when he shoved his cock in your mouth, his thickness pushing into your throat. The water bubbled as you chocked underwater, your nails marking Himchan’s thighs the longer he held you under. you were pulled up, chocking wildly, barely able to take in much air before you were shoved back under. Himchan shoved his hips up, just as his hands shoved your head even further down, your nose touching his abdomen as he finally released into your mouth. When he let you up he immediately pulled you to his chest, rubbing your back soothingly while you fought for air. "Thank you baby.” He kept saying as he tried to calm your body down. You throat felt sore and you whimpered in his hold when your coughing wouldn’t stop. Air struggled to come to you, but Himchan was there to soothe you with his words and light touch.

When you had finally calmed down Himchan spoke. “Let’s have a nice bath together baby.”

#idk ?? how i feel ??? about this??#it kinda escalated right like idk if this is what u looking for lol #also position kinda confusin af #himchan #himchan smut #bap smut #himchan scenarios #bap scenarios #bap scenario #himchan scenario #sangdoldolfics #unedited

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