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brackenfur · 2 months

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okay so i kind of.......wrote a lot more than i really intended to, but long story short - years ago i had this headcanon/au of sorts that birchpaw/fall saw ashfur and hawkfrost at the lake together, standing over firestar. mostly because when you squint at that whole sequence it kinda doesnt add up in canon, but its not canon that birchfall saw anything - it's just me taking this what if scenario and expanding on a side character

anyways this was kinda a quick project so its not perfect buuuuuut i wrote something so ! enjoy :)

birchpaw is back at camp doing everything he can to avoid the worried looks of his clanmates when his mentor stops him.

"hey, birchpaw," the fur on the back of birchpaw's neck stands up, and he slowly turns to the other tomcat. "are you okay?"

birchpaw does the best he can to keep the nervousness out of his voice as he answers: "i'm fine, ashfur. really. i- uh, i mean, i really just wish i had...been faster, that i had..."

he can't look at ashfur's face. not now, maybe not ever again. he knows that as soon as he meets his eyes, he won't be able to stop asking questions:

what were you doing with a riverclan cat? why didn't you help firestar? did the other cat threaten you? did you-

"you did the best you could, birchpaw," ashfur tells him gently; he pauses, flicking his tail-tip, before murmuring: "come on, let's go over to the apprentice's den to talk. i can tell you're shaken up."

and you're not, birchpaw wants to say, but he's a coward. this is his uncle, his mother's twin, and he doesn't really know what he saw, anyways. maybe ashfur had been standing there, sure. and maybe firestar had been clearly injured, clearly dying - well, ashfur isn't a medicine cat. he couldn't have known that, even if birchpaw had been making a lucky guess. but maybe hawkfrost threatened him, or maybe he lied to him-

you don't believe that at all, he thinks.

but he follows his uncle all the same to the apprentice's den; whitepaw is comforting her father at the medicine cat den while leafpool treats firestar's wound. no one is around - they're all either out searching the territory to make sure hawkfrost didn't have any accomplices, or with firestar's family on the other side of camp.

"you did the best you could to get help as soon as possible, birchpaw," ashfur tells him softly; birchpaw is staring at the grass between his paws, not looking at the other tom. "everyone knows that. i'm sure firestar does, too."

"right."

"but i could scent your fear-scent," ashfur continues, "and it does seem like you didn't go straight back to camp after telling firestar about blackstar. why?"

birchpaw's whiskers quiver. he shouldn't be scared - if anything, ashfur should be worried. he's the one who didn't do enough to help.

but the look in ashfur's eyes. the blank, distant stare as he watched firestar gurgle at his paws.

even the badgers didn't look at sootfur like that after they killed him, birchpaw remembers.

"i....," birchpaw's voice wobbles. "i thought i scented another cat, and i was worried," he clears his throat, trying to stop the shakes, "about you. i thought- i thought maybe you were...in trouble, and i...."

ashfur is quiet for a long time; if birchpaw wasn't so scared - why should i be scared? he's my uncle and my mentor, he wouldn't....he'd never.... - he'd look up, joke with him. pretend like it's all a big joke.

but those eyes. that look. the sounds firestar was making.

"so you didn't go straight back to camp," ashfur says with a disappointed sigh, "and firestar lost a life."

birchpaw's heartbeat skips. his paws shake. "wait," he says, his voice becoming shrill. he doesn't want anyone else to hear, but- what ashfur's saying, it's not...that's not right. that's not how it went. "wait, i- i did go back, as fast as i could, and i told squirrelflight-"

"you waited to tell her, you mean," ashfur tells him, frowning. "and he lost a life because he lost too much blood."

"but i didn't....i'd never..."

"it probably wasn't your intention," ashfur murmurs. "but that's how it happened. what if it was his last life? firestar and i trusted you to do one simple task, and you couldn't do that. you can't even look your uncle in the eye when he's talking to you."

birchpaw quivers as he slowly lifts his eyes to look into his uncles. ashfur's dark blue eyes stare back at him, just as emotionless as they did hours before.

"that's better," ashfur tells him, but it doesn't feel better. all of this is wrong.

"i was just trying to help," birchpaw whispers. "i didn't....i saw..."

"what did you see?" ashfur asks him, with a tone that birchpaw's never heard him use before: it's low, angry.

it's terrifying.

"um," birchpaw stutters. "i don't- i don't know. i don't know what i saw."

i saw you. i saw you and hawkfrost.

"if you don't even know what you saw," ashfur says slowly, "then maybe you shouldn't say anything. not to me, or to your mother. not to firestar."

birchpaw slowly lowers his gaze. how did today end up like this?

"you didn't see anything out there, birchpaw," ashfur continues. "you're an apprentice - you don't know your left paw from your right paw."

"okay."

ashfur stares at him for a long moment, sighing. "i'm not trying to scare you, birchpaw," he murmurs, "but i don't want you to get in trouble for firestar losing his life. sometimes we make mistakes; i don't want this one to be the defining moment of your apprenticehood."

shame burns through birchpaw - shame that he can't stand up to his uncle and tell him that this is all wrong.

but more shame that there's a part of him, deep down, that knows ashfur is right. if birchpaw had been quick enough, firestar wouldn't have lost a life. hawkfrost would've been stopped quicker.

and maybe....maybe ashfur was just trying to help firestar. maybe in some way, he's embarrassed because he couldn't help him, either. is that what this is about? trying to save face, because brambleclaw once again saved the day when ashfur couldn't?

"i want to be a good apprentice."

"and i'll help you do that," ashfur tells him, his voice becoming warmer. "and we'll start by making sure that today stays behind us, forever. okay?"

"okay."

it doesn't feel okay.

the rest of his apprenticeship goes by largely uneventfully. ashfur isn't exactly the same as before he and squirrelflight drifted apart, but he never speaks to birchpaw the way that he did the day firestar was injured.

he becomes a warrior by the name of birchfall. he makes friends, falls into an easy routine. he even still spends time with his uncle - with each passing day, the events from that afternoon become a faded memory. sometimes it plays out differently in his mind - there's days where he thinks he did see ashfur try and help firestar. where he heard him tell hawkfrost to go away.

(and maybe it wasn't as bad as he thought it was back then if the memory keeps changing. if it really was so awful, wouldn't it be the same? was he just trying to make ashfur out to be a bad cat?)

everything in thunderclan is mostly calm, until ashfur gets lionpaw as an apprentice.

he's heard cats joke about being jealous when their old mentor gets another apprentice - how it's weird, seeing the cat who taught you everything teaching someone else the same things, telling the same jokes.

he's still ashfur's nephew, so he knows that his former mentor still holds a special place in his heart for him - but it's not exactly that jealousy that other cats talk about that he feels towards lionpaw.

he feels...strange, seeing them together; there's this weird fluttering feeling he gets when he catches ashfur's expression as lionpaw walks away from him.

sometimes he can hear a voice in the back of his mind, screaming at him to go and get between the two of them. to protect lionpaw.

but ashfur....well, it's ashfur. outside of that one afternoon moons before, he's a normal warrior. he wouldn't...

so birchfall does what he did over a year prior; he buries the feelings. he can't trust his eyes - that's what ashfur told him before. he doesn't know his left paw from his right paw.

(except that he's a warrior now, and a damn good one, so why-)

that changes one day, when the talk of thunderclan is how lionpaw and ashfur got into this huge fight - claws drawn, teeth bared. ashfur scratched up pretty badly, spiderleg had told him, shaking his head.

i knew that was going to happen, he's not a medicine cat or particularly gifted, but he knew. he knew, he knew, he knew, he knew.

i knew he was going to hurt him, birchfall watches as lionpaw trudges into camp, surprisingly fine physcially - ashfur is the one with the injuries, blood dripping on the camp floor as he trudges to leafpool's den.

lionpaw is standing there after all is said and done, after cats talk to him to ask him if he's okay. standing there in the center of camp, alone.

birchfall is only foxlengths from him, watching, and the thought slips into his mind easily: i should tell him that i know what ashfur is really like. that i saw the same look in his eyes that he probably saw. that he watched firestar die inches from his paws and did nothing to help him.

he almost does it, too. the memories from that day come back, flooding his vision - ashfur's dark expression. the white flash of hawkfrost's teeth. firestar's gurgles.

i'm so sorry, firestar.

"why are you staring at me?"

birchfall snaps out of it quickly; lionpaw is staring at him, amber eyes narrowed.

"what?" birchfall blinks. "i wasn't staring at you."

"yeah, you were," lionpaw tells him, shaking his head. "weirdo." lionpaw hisses under his breath.

and before birchfall can say anything, do anything, hollypaw and cinderpaw bound up to him to talk to him, stealing the moment away.

birchfall watches the apprentices for a couple more seconds before he turns away.

he didn't see anything that day. it's his fault that firestar lost a life, anyways. that's all anyone would be able to see - firestar is one pawstep closer to being gone forever because of him.

birchfall keeps his word for the moons to come; lionblaze becomes a warrior with hollyleaf and cinderheart. whitewing - his longest friend, the molly who withheld her warrior ceremony for him, just so he wouldn't be alone,

(and was there for him on the nights when all he dreamt of was the lakeshore, never asking him what woke him up shaking)

well, they become closer and closer until they're not really just friends anymore, and one morning she bounds up to him to tell him that she's carrying his kits. that leafpool had just told her moments before, and she couldn't wait to find him.

and it finally feels like maybe birchfall is at peace - maybe starclan isn't angry with him after all. maybe that one thing that birchfall didn't do years ago - it'll be okay. firestar is alive and happy, with grandchildren now.

the fire rages through thunderclan not long after, but thankfully there's no casualities - he grew up hearing the stories of the one from years ago, back in the old territory before he was born, and he's glad that everyone was okay this time.

well.

he heard berrynose say that everyone had been looking for squirrelflight, her kits, and ashfur for awhile - that ashfur had turned up, laughing. he wouldn't say what was so funny, though.

he didn't think much of it, until he saw the way ashfur was acting after the fire. the way he leered after squirrelflight and her kits; hollyleaf's eyes glaring back in defiance, lionblaze's hackles raised, jayfeather's avoidance.

i don't want any part in this, he thinks, focusing on whitewing and their future together. i didn't see anything. i don't know anything. ashfur isn't dangerous.

he repeats the mantra more often than he'd like; at night, he dreams of the lakeshore for the first time in years and wakes up shuddering against spiderleg's side. his older brother shakes him off, confused, but birchfall can't meet his gaze, or anyone elses.

i didn't see anything. i didn't see anything. i didn't-

and then just like that, one day ashfur is found dead on their territory.

someone said that a patrol found him in a river, throat torn out.

it doesn't feel real to birchfall until he sees his uncles body laid out in the center of camp, with ferncloud's muzzle pressed into his fur.

that's my uncle, he thinks as he watches spiderleg lead icepaw and foxpaw to their mother, trying to comfort her. he was my mentor.

you don't know what you saw. it's ashfur's voice, clear as day in his mind as he watches his clanmates gather around the tomcat. you don't know your left paw from your right paw. you're just an apprentice; how can anyone trust you after what you did?

firestar walks over to ferncloud and dustpelt, murmuring a few kind words to them. birchfall can hear his leader's voice carrying over the wind, mentioning something about dogs, about bravery.

he watched you lose a life, birchfall wants to scream, but he can't move. he stood there and watched you gargle for breath and did nothing.

birchfall shuts his eyes. no. no, it was because of me, because i decided to take too long to go back to camp, his mind can't decide what's right or wrong. it's my fault, that's what....that's what ashfur says, and...and now he's dead, so....

"birchfall," whitewing's voice is soft; he jolts, eyes wide as he looks at his mate. she leans against him, whiskers drooping. "this is so sad. i mean....ashfur, i just- i just talked to him yesterday. he was asking me about the kits, if i was feeling okay..."

you wouldn't want to be with me if you knew what i did, ashfur had never threatened him after that day, but birchfall knew that was what his uncle was conveying to him every time they talked after that day. that he could tell everyone, and everyone would know it was birchfall's fault that firestar lost a life.

or....or wait, maybe that wasn't right. not anymore.

maybe he should blame himself for not saying anything all these years. he could've told firestar and had ashfur punished, and he didn't.

the realization burns deep in his chest; he can barely register what whitewing is saying.

ashfur knew that if you said something, any cat could probably figure out that something about his story didn't add up, birchfall thinks, his heart thudding. and you were just too stupid to realize you could have said something years ago.

"birchfall?" whitewing says, frowning. "hey, birchfall. are you okay?"

birchfall's fur raises. "i'm okay," he tells her, taking a deep breath. "all things....you know, considering, i..." he shakes his head. "i'm gonna get some air, okay?"

whitewing touches her nose to his. "i'm here, you know that, right? i've been here for you since we were 'paws."

that stings more. i could have told you years ago, birchfall touches his nose back to hers, and turns away. i can't say anything now. she'd never trust me again, i kept this secret from everyone because i was too scared of my uncle. and now he's dead, and now....

birchfall resigns himself not to think about it anymore. he can't.

he can't. he won't.

after his daughters are born, birchfall wants this to be his new purpose in life.

forget about the lakeshore. the foxtrap. hawkfrost. ashfur. firestar is fine now; thunderclan is fine. sure, maybe there's been some earth-shattering secrets that have been revealed, but- all in all, they're mostly fine.

ivypaw and dovepaw mean the world to him; he can't imagine being without them.

he looks at them and wants to do right by them; they'll never know the fear he's carried for all this time, the same.

he'll teach them to say something if they see something; to be outspoken, brave.

but he can barely keep his head above water; it started when he met a cat from the dark forest one night. who promised him that he could make up for the mistake he made years ago; that he could do right by firestar. by thunderclan.

he trains every night but it doesn't make the shame go away. it won't scrub off after he bathes himself. nothing works.

it's not until the wall is lifted over his eyes - after his daughter, ivypool, a warrior grown - tells him what the true intention of the dark forest was.

all the moons he spent there, training, trying to prove that he could make up for what he did - gone.

and after the battle with the dark forest, both his mother and firestar are dead - killed by the cats that birchfall wanted to impress. wanted to show that he could be better, that he could be stronger.

how did everything go so wrong? he thinks as he watches his father crouched over his mother. dustpelt won't even look at him; he doesn't know about firestar, but he knows about the dark forest. and he hates him - despises him for training with the cats who are responsible for ferncloud's death.

he's right.

"birchfall," whitewing's voice jolts him out of his thoughts. "please. i want to talk."

it was inevitable - he knows that it's over between them at this point. he follows her out of camp regardless, deep into the territory. there's birds in the trees, chirping quietly amongst themselves, and everything is in bloom, yet nothing is beautiful to him at this moment.

whitewing turns to face him, her green eyes sad. "can you just tell me why?"

birchfal looks down at his paws, just like he did years before when ashfur told him to keep quiet.

"i'm sorry," he tells her, and she scoffs.

"i'm sorry isn't an explanation," she meows. "just....why, birchfall? why would you train with cats like that? and why- our daughter was there too, why wouldn't you try and convince her not to? what's wrong with you?"

i'm a coward.

"that's still not an answer," he hadn't realized he said it aloud. he finally looks up at his mate - probably soon to be ex-mate. "you need to talk to me. you're not a 'paw anymore."

and for some reason that burns more than anything else.

you're not a 'paw. you should have said something. you should have told everyone what you saw. and you didn't. it's your fault. all your fault. everything-

"i need to tell you something," he finally says; the story is bubbling at the surface. ashfur is long dead. firestar is dead. his family hates him. whitewing is going to leave him anyway; what else does he have to lose? brambleclaw might exile him, might not; he might not care what birchfall does.

whitewing is silent; birchfall opens and shuts his mouth a few times, trying to find the words, until he meows:

"i saw what happened to firestar on the lakeshore, that day when hawkfrost from riverclan died."

whitewing frowns; she looks taken aback, and blinks a few times.

"i....ashfur...he told me that he scented blackstar on our territory," the memory comes back hazy at first, but starts to clear as he goes on: "he said to tell firestar about it. i did, but....a few minutes later when i was heading back, i could scent another cat. and i remembered ashfur was out there, and i was worried for him, so i followed him and the other cat so i could protect him. and..."

the gurgling. the look on ashfur's eyes. the sound of the water lapping at the shore.

"ashfur was standing with hawkfrost over firestar's body. he was caught in the foxtrap and....ashfur, he...." birchfall shuts his eyes. "you should've seen how he looked. he didn't care at all that firestar was dying. i ran away, i didn't....i didn't know what to do. i thought maybe i didn't see anything at all, so i just told squirrelflight what ashfur had said about blackstar when i saw her. i thought....i thought maybe if she caught ashfur and hawkfrost, it'd....she'd know what to do, more than i would....."

birchfall stares at his paws. "when i got back to camp and brambleclaw had killed hawkfrost, ashfur told me....he said i didn't see anything, and it was easier to pretend i didn't see anything. and he was...he was right - i should've just gone back to camp right away. i should've just done the right thing, not been a stupid 'paw. i should've...it's my fault that firestar lost a life. he'd still be here right now if i just had listened back then, 'cus he'd have an extra life, and..."

birchfall trails off, shaking. "so that's...that's why i wanted to train at the dark forest. because i let firestar down. because i didn't say anything all these years, and i should've....i mean, what if ashfur had hurt someone else? and i just sat there and let it happen."

it takes him a moment after everything spills out to realize that whitewing is very quiet; he finally looks up at his mate.

she looks so sad watching him; and there's a bit of anger in there, too.

"he threatened you?" whitewing finally says; birchfall winces.

"i don't....maybe, it doesn't really matter."

"you were his apprentice and his nephew," whitewing tells him firmly. "of course it matters. he knew he was manipulating you, and that you just wanted to please him, so you'd do anything to make sure you wouldn't make trouble."

whitewing's tail lashes, and she shakes his head. "that- i can't believe he did that to you, that he made you think...."

"whitewing, it's-"

"it's not your fault, birchfall," her voice is gentle, yet he can tell she's holding back so much rage, rage for ashfur, pain for firestar's death. "if you really think for one second that you have anything to do with firestar laying in that clearing right now, you're completely wrong. that was tigerstar, first of all, and ashfur's fault years ago."

"but-"

"you went to help your mentor, and you were intimidated into keeping this a secret," she tells him, stepping closer. "and now you think that because you didn't say anything, that that's worse than what he did."

"i should have said something," birchfall tells her, harsher than he means to. "i mean - for starclan's sake, whitewing, i- i saw, and i didn't do anything. i'm no better than he is-"

"you are twice the cat that ashfur was," whitewing meows firmly. "and if i had even....if i saw him right now, i'd slash his ears for doing that to you."

whitewing shakes her head, looking at him. "all these years," she whispers, frowning, "all these years, and we- when you were in the apprentices den, having nightmares..."

"you couldn't have known," he mumbles. "i didn't tell you."

"and then....birchfall, i..." she presses her noses into his neck; birchfall is stiff from shock.

"i thought you were breaking up with me," he tells her, aghast; whitewing sucks in a breath, pulling away.

"what?"

"why not? after the dark forest, all of this...."

"i'm disappointed in you for training with the dark forest," she tells him softly. "but your mother is dead, and you....you've been holding this in for years, birchfall. i can put off asking you about the dark forest for awhile; i.....i didn't know. all these years, and i had no idea you were punishing yourself for ashfur's crimes."

when she puts it like that, a small - a tiny one, really, nothing huge - light begins to flick in his mind.

i've been punishing myself, he thinks, and it strangely makes a lot of sense - thinking about the lake all these years has felt like punishment. refusing to get close to firestar out of shame was his way of punishing himself, telling himself what he did was wrong.

"i don't know if i can tell anyone else," birchfall tells her in a whisper; whitewing nods, brushing her muzzle against his.

"that's okay," she meows, "because now i know, and now i can shoulder it with you."

"it's not a very romantic secret." he doesn't say it like a joke, but she still smiles a little.

"it's not," she shrugs. "but no one helped birchpaw back then; i'm here for you now."

#i ended it a little abruptly cus i just needed to finish it lolll #wc #shark noises #if it doesnt necessarily flow well im sorry its just a quick project

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onceuponastory · 8 months

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one single word - bucky barnes x reader

Plot: In a world where the first thing your soulmate says to you is somewhere on your body, Y/N soon realises that hers is not what she expected... or what she wants. (Soulmate!AU). Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Warnings: Just some swearing and reader worrying she's going to end up alone. As always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know. Notes: This is my piece for @lunarbuck's Soulmate AU writing challenge! Congrats on 2k! Also can't believe it took me so long to use a pic of Seb from this day because he looked SO GOOD. Not beta’d, so any mistakes are my own.

“Has your word shown up yet? Just got mine!” Wanda’s text comes in. Groaning, Y/N types back a reply.

“Yup.” Immediately, Wanda sends another.

“It’s that bad? I’ll be straight over.” She promises, and Y/N goes back to staring at herself in the mirror, unable to tear her gaze away from the word which is now on her side. From a young age, Y/N and everyone else in this world were told that when they got older, the first words their soulmate said to them would soon appear on their body somewhere, disappearing only when they met the soulmate in question. And of course, it led to a lot of excitement and nervous apprehension as people wondered what words would be there, and imagined what scenario they’d meet their soulmate in.

None more so than Y/N. As she grew up, she became an author, which meant that writing loving words about others became her job, and something she now has a huge amount of experience in. All day every day, she writes paragraph after paragraph of people describing how beautiful their partners are, how much their heart beats whenever they’re around, and how they want to spend the rest of eternity with them. And the entire time, Y/N’s own soulmate is in the back of her mind, as well as her hope that their first meeting is as romantic as her stories. So obviously, Y/N had grown to expect that the words - her words - that her soulmate would end up having on their skin would be something beautiful, like poetry.

Unfortunately for Y/N, though, it seems her soulmate didn’t have the same consideration for her.

Because there, on her side, emblazoned in huge letters is one single word. “Fuck.” “It’s not that bad.” Wanda soothes as she studies the word. Thankfully, she showed up soon after receiving Y/N’s text for moral support.

“Yes, it is! Today I wrote someone saying their lover’s eyes are as bright as the stars, and with them they feel whole. And do I get that? No, I get ‘Fuck!’”

“Maybe he’s saying ‘Fuck.’ but then he says ‘you’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen’?”

“Or it could be ‘fuck’ because they stepped on my toes. Or maybe they dropped coffee on me? Or-” Y/N shakes her head, trying to shake herself out of her panic. Yet, it only intensifies. “And besides, it’s such a general word! What if I get confused and think someone else is my soulmate?”

“That isn’t going to happen. Personally, I think we have a strong, intense emotional bond with them, so we’ll just know it’s them when we see them.”

“You’re such a romantic, Wanda.”

“Says you.” She rolls her eyes. When Y/N freaks out a little again, Wanda shushes her with a gentle: “Calm down. You’re going to give me a headache at this rate. And besides, it could be worse! Mine is ‘Hello there’. What even is that?!” she groans, taking another sip from her drink.

“Oh please, yours is suave and sophisticated.” Y/N argues. “Maybe it’s a ‘Hello there.’” She mimes a smirk, looking Wanda up and down. “And then he says, ‘may I just say that you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen?’”

“Either that or they’re doing a horrendously bad Obi-Wan Kenobi impression.” Wanda counters, making her and Y/N dissolve into fits of giggles. “But seriously. You don’t know what causes him to say that. Nobody does. That’s the beauty of soulmates.” She grins reassuringly. “And besides, I’m sure it’ll be a funny story to tell your kids one day.”

And for a while, her reassuring words worked, and Y/N's feelings about the word permanently inked onto her side improved slightly. But the longer time went on without meeting her soulmate, Y/N started to think they don’t exist at all. And what’s worse, she’d be stuck with this single word on her side for the rest of her life, an enduring reminder of her failure to find her true love.

A few months later,

Y/N walks down the street, preoccupied by her phone call. Her publisher has been ringing her almost every day this week, desperate to know when they can expect her next manuscript. The same manuscript that’s been sitting incomplete on her laptop for the last several months. Understandably, love hasn’t been high on the list of Y/N’s priorities ever since she realised what her soulmate’s first word to her was.

When she catches sight of herself in a shop window, noticing the hem of her sweater has ridden up, exposing the k and most of the c of the word on her side, it makes her feel worse. Of course, she still hasn’t found her soulmate. Nothing like yet another reminder of how you’re failing in life. Quickly rolling down her sweater, covering the word that seems to be burned into her skin by this point, Y/N keeps walking. In a last-ditch attempt to find some productivity and get this fucking manuscript finished, she’s decided to visit her favourite coffee shop. That and she just really wants an iced coffee.

“When…if I ever find my soulmate, I’m going to give them a piece of my mind.” She huffs, reaching out to grab the door handle to the coffee shop. Before she can open it, the door slams open, almost hitting her in the face. Luckily, Y/N manages to dodge the figure that almost crashes into her. This is the last fucking thing she needs right now. She rounds on the man, ready to give him a piece of her mind, to ask him, no, demand that he looks where he’s going next time, and be careful!

That’s what she wanted to say. What she should’ve said.

The beautiful pair of blue eyes she suddenly finds herself staring into stops her. As blue as the sky on a gorgeous summer's day, as blue as the ocean, inviting her into their depths. This man is gorgeous. His muscles bulge out through the blue shirt (the same colour as his eyes) he has opened over a vest top. His brunette hair is pulled into a man bun, a few loose tendrils sticking out. The man’s eyes widen as he takes her all in, realising how close he came to spilling his coffee all over her.

And then he speaks.

“Fuck.” He murmurs, his voice just loud enough for her and only her to hear. Immediately, Y/N registers her heartbeat stop.

“What did you just say?” She gasps. Instead of repeating his words, the man’s eyes widen even more, almost bulging out of his head. He rolls down the sleeve of his shirt, displaying the slowly fading words printed on his shoulder.

“What did you just say?”

“Does yours say ‘fuck’, by any chance?” The man chuckles, still clearly in shock, and wordlessly, Y/N nods, lifting her sweater to show him.

“Oh, my god.” They both speak at the same time. The man holds a hand out, which Y/N shakes. “I’m Bucky. It’s wonderful to finally meet you.” Nervously he rubs the back of his neck, and Y/N notices a burst of pink spreading across his cheeks. “Can I just say you look absolutely gorgeous?” He stammers a little. “Sorry, I’m not entirely sure what I’m supposed to say right now. It’s not everyday you meet your soulmate.”

“We have a strong, intense emotional bond with them, so we’ll just know it’s them when we see them.” Wanda’s words echo in her mind, and Y/N’s shock turns into a smile, all thoughts of giving her soulmate a piece of her mind gone as quickly as the word on her side. At first she brushed Wanda’s words aside, but she’s actually totally right. Being with Bucky, it finally feels right. Like the missing pieces she’s spent so long looking for are finally in place.

“I know.” Y/N nods. “But it’s completely understandable. To be honest, I’m still in shock too. I’m Y/N by the way.”

"Y/N." Bucky smiles.“I am sorry for almost spilling my coffee over you.” He chuckles, and Y/N giggles.

“Already forgotten about.”

“I, um, I need to head off, but how about we grab some dinner tonight?” Bucky grins. “We have a lifetime to catch up on.”

“Sounds wonderful.” Y/N smiles.

It may not have been the most perfect meeting… at least, not compared to her romance novels, but Y/N doesn’t care. Because it turned out to be perfect for her.

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scarletwinterxx · 7 months

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bigger than the whole sky - haechan imagine

helloooo, i think a few months ago i wrote a haechan dad scenario. but after watching The Lost Boys, it made more emotional🥺 our hyuck would surely be the best dad in the future💛

here's a sequel to that scenario😊

pt. 1 - Lee and Lily

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There are many things you admire about your husband, from his cheekiness to his voice to his assuring words. But one thing you love the most about him now, something you only found out after your daughter was born, is how great of a father he is.

Haechan is very busy with work but he is a family man above all. You and Nari comes first. Which is why he decided to take the duty of driving and picking Nari up from school.

"You sure you want to do it?" you ask him the first day he did it

"Yea, gives us more daddy-daughter time. Take the morning for yourself" he tells you, kissing you on the forehead

"You know she loves you right? I know you, the wheel are turning in there" you tell him, weaving your fingers around his neck and playing with the ends of his hair

The moment Haechan found out you were pregnant, he vowed to always be there for your child. He always dreamt of being a father, a father who will always be there for their kid. And he has, but there are still times he feels like he missed too much because he's too busy with his career.

"Times flies by so fast, she used to fit right in my arm. Now she's running around, and she talks more than me. Would you believe that"

You chuckle at his words. She does have the talent to talk your ear off, she's now at that age where everything ends with a "why?" question.

"Daddy, why is the sky blue?" "Mommy, why do the fishy float?" "Daddy, why is this sweet and that one yucky?" referring to salt and sugar

Just some of the daily questions of Lee Nari.

But really that girl can ask you why water is wet every breakfast and you still wouldn't have it any other way.

And so the tradition started. Haechan is now on school duty while you stay at home.

"She does this cute thing when I drop her off, she goes bye bye daddy I love you" he tells you one day.

"How many times have you cried in the car after she said that?" you tease him

"Like 2 maybe 3, the first time was the worst. After she said it, she just walked away and left me"

"Stop being dramatic, she was just going to pre-school" you laugh

"The other day she asked me why was the sun chasing us when we were driving to school"

"What did you say?"

"Can't remember, something along the lines of 'the sun likes nice people'. I'm running out of answers" he tells you dramatically, making you chuckle once again.

It's been months since that routine started. the two Lee's enjoying the quick drive from and to school. Haechan would play his favorite songs while Nari sings along, his heart swelling with pride as he listens to his daughters singing.

One particular morning, it unexpectedly got hectic. You left earlier than the two due to do some errand and get a quick checkup. While on their way to school, Haechan got an urgent call from work.

"I just got here at Nari's school, why?" he waited until he was infront of the school and the car on stop before answering the call. He spots the teacher who welcomes the student every morning and fetch them outside, waving over to them and opening the backseat door.

Haechan was still busy on the phone while Nari waits, her teacher ushers her inside as Haechan smiles and wave as his daughter walks away.

Just as he was about to pull up on the driveway to get his stuff ready for work, he received another call this time from you.

"Yes?" he answered

"Did you drive Nari today?"

Confused, he answered your question "Yes, I just dropped her off. Why did something happen at school?". He didn't even wait for your answer, already starting the engine once again to drive back to her school

"Her teacher just called me, she was bawling her eyes out apparently. Had a mini melt down when you didn't say goodbye to her"

Just then Haechan remembered their little tradition. Feeling his blood run cold, he didn't say i love you to Nari and now she's sad.

"Oh my Nari, I'm driving back there"

"No need, I'm like 5 minutes away from the school. I'll handle it. You have a meeting today too" you tell him

"But-" he tries to protest

"It'll be fine, we'll see you later okay"

How can he focus on work when all he can think about is how he made his little girl upset. When you got home from Nari's school, it wasn't a surprise to see your husband sitting on the living room couch. Nothing but silence inside the house.

"Hey, she's fine now" you say, catching his attention

"I really didn't mean to forget, I was on the phone. I waved goodbye to her, I guess it flew my mind" he tells you, you can tell he's just as upset as Nari was.

You shot him a small smile before walking towards him. Immediately he opens his arms, hugging you around the waist while you pat his head lovingly.

"If it makes you feel any better, I forgot her favorite blanket the other day and she said she felt upset with me" you hear him chuckle from below you

"But then she hugged me and said it was okay. Our little girl doesn't have a single bone of hate in her body so don't worry too much okay? You're her favorite person ever" you added

"What if all she'll ever remember is me forgetting to say I love you to her?" he asks, looking up at you.

Sighing, you pull away to sit beside him but Haechan pulls you over to make you sit on his lap. Like he just needed your comfort right now.

"What she'll remember is how good of a father you are, how you practically hung the stars in the sky. You've always been the best dad, don't go doubting it now" you tell him, cradling his face in your hands.

Your words are always enough to wash away any doubt he has. It's a magic you posses. With that, he feels a lot better.

"She'll be home in a few hours, why don't we go and pick her up? Meanwhile, go do some work" you tell him, giving him a quick kiss before standing up.

A few hours later, the two of you drove to pick up Nari. You go to the front office to get her while Haechan waits outside, holding a bouquet of flowers for his little girl.

You and Nari walk outside hand in hand. Haechan thought she was going to be mad at him but the moment Nari sees her dad, she made a dash towards him. Immediately Haechan kneels down to catch her in a tight hug. Picking her up and hugging her close to him.

"Hi baby, dad's so so so sorry about this morning. Sorry I forgot to say I love you" he mumbles, the little Lee just hugs him for a while. You got to where the two were standing, taking the flowers from Haechan so he could carry Nari more comfortably.

Nari pulls back to look at her dad, the two of you waiting for what she has to say

"I got sad because I didn't get to say I love you to dad" she pouts

"You got sad because you didn't say I love you to me?" Haechan asks back, Nari nodding at her father's question

"Oh lovebug, you don't have to be sad about dad. I know you love me very very much" he tells her

"But I always say it to you"

You smile at your husband and your little girl. Loving hearing their argument of who loves more.

"Even when you don't tell daddy, I already know. But okay, I promise to not leave you until you say it to me. How does that sound?"

"Okay, I love you daddy" she says then hugs Haechan again.

"I love you, more than anything in this world, my Nari" he looks over at you, mouthing the same words to you.

You sent him a smile. Guiding the two over to the car,

"Okay now that's done, what do you want for dinner?" you ask the two

"Kimchi fried rice!" you hear the tiny voice say from the backseat.

"You heard the girl" you chuckle

"I'll cook you the best kimchi fried rice, it will be the best ever" Haechan says, starting the car and driving away. The conversation continues, with Nari's endless stories and wonders while the two of you answer.

He looks over at you, taking your hand and giving it a quick kiss. Just then you hear Nari's voice again,

"Mom, is the moon sleeping during the day?"

#story tags #fic #nct #nct fic #nct au #nct reads #nct imagine #nct oneshot #nct fluff #nct kids #nct haechan #haechan #haechan imagine #haechan dad #haechan scenario #haechan au #haechan fluff

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not-goldy · 6 months

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The funniest thing is watching people cling to articles with no real credible sources that Jikook spent no time together in Japan and stayed in seperate hotels and ate alone. LMAO then left to go to another town and spend no time together. Disptach literally said Jikook were going together to shoot a documentary TOGETHER. We know that is not the real reason, but there is no way in hell they are gonna set Jikook up in different hotels, just for them to meet up to film whatever it is they need to film. How fucking dumb are you people? Insecure jikookers, antis and tkk are all losing their fucking minds and making up scenarios at this point to explain away Jikook's gayness. Acting like while JK is filming a performance for a show, that Jimin can't sight see. Clinging to articles with no real confirmation, making up scenarios about it being only for work. Laughable to think they would not be at the same hotel. They are fucking bandmates what would be the big fucking deal. They have always stayed at the same hotel. So suddenly since they travel together alone, its different? Don't make me laugh. Of course they stayed in the same fucking place. What a bunch of braindead desperate idiots you are. NEWSFLASH. JIKOOK ARE QUEER and their company is gonna protect them. They literally gave them a show so they could spend some ALONE time together before enlisting and they are.

Just say you're on the edge of jumping cause. in the last few months back back you been hit with.

Letter (featuring JK with romantic lyrics)

NY/CT/Silver Day (just the two of them)

JK's Jimin lives (focused only on JM not your fav)

The Bed live between Jikook & Jk begging him over.

Tokyo (alone trip)

Sapporo (alone trip)

Jeju (Vminkook trip)

Busan Chuseok (ALONE whale drawing together/boating)

Jk watching all of Jimin's content, singing all of Jimin's songs. Not watching your fav.

JK alone White Day spoiling Jimin's songs 4 hours, when he could have been with your fav while Jm was out of town.

Jikook's Tokyo trip being called "Real Love" and they coincidentally returned there TOGETHER during the anniversary month of GCF Tokyo.

Jk's brother posting a pic of what looks like Jimin's hand during family game night and got y'all so insecure y'all wrote a whole desperate wattpad about matching floors/walls with Tae's wall picture and Jk's brothers floors & that TK must have eat together at JK's brother house, only for Tae to actually be standing at a golf course posing and the golf course gave a shout out to Tae.

And the Granddaddy of all. JIKOOK ENLISTING TOGETHER CAUSE THEY DON'T WANT TO BE WITHOUT EACHOTHER. When your fav could have enlisted with Jk, like you dumbasses believed for years.

Taennie pictures, Taennie videos. Taennie in Jeju. Taennie in NY together. Taennie in Paris together holding hands. Tae in Jennie's bed. Taennie wearing matching Jewelry and couple shirts. Jennie slapping y'all with pictures shutting down cosplayer theories.

I mean, at this point, go ahead and jump bitch. Leave, don't come back. There is nothing for you here. Your ship is not nor has it ever been real. You are staying to troll & for attention cause you're all pathetic lifeless losers. You know you have nothing left. You are here to prove Jikook is not real, so we can sit in the same miserable sunken boat as you, but we never will. PERIOD. You are all on your own.

AND THAT'S ON PERIODT

Come what may, they never stop loving eachother

No matter my opinion, your opinion, their opinion.

They are the cause of eachother's euphoria 💜

NOTHING CAN ERASE THAT

NOT A THEORY

NOT FAKE NEWS

NOT MS.

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mapofthemazeinthemirror · 5 months

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I'm not sure who this is about, since the poll hasn't finished. I was envisioning Yeonjun as I wrote it, but you can read it as whoever you like :) side note, thanks to aura whose work I was reading when inspiration struck!

trigger warning: angst?

"Don't marry him."

The world seems to shake as the words fall from his lips. It feels as though your heart comes to a screeching stop and drops into your stomach with a thud.

"What?"

"Please," he's saying before you've even finished forming the word.

His eyes are so sorrowful, and you're not sure if it's guilt or sincerity. Your head begins to throb as you catch up to reality. A few steps and he's in reach of you, reaching to cup your face between his hands as he looks down at you. His eyes dart between your own, trying to trace the look in them back to one single emotion. But even you don't know what you feel as you wordlessly shake your head as though the action could clear it.

"I..." you splutter, and his eyebrows tick upward, waiting for the rest of your reply, but it doesn't come. It feels like time might have stopped inside this room.

"I love you."

It sounds like the most matter of fact statement in the world. It sounds like waves crashing and the wind picking up and the first bird song of the day. So why does it feel so wrong?

"Why?"

You can feel the warmth of your own cheeks radiating back to you from the skin of his hands. The emotions you can't name are beginning to bubble up like lava in your belly, too many to name.

"'Why?'" he repeats, confusion clouding his brow with lines.

You wish you could silence the noise inside your mind. Thousands of words and questions and scenarios battering round and round inside your head, too loud.

"Why now? Wh- why are you telling me this now?"

You see the way he bites the inside of his cheek before he speaks, a nervous habit he's always had. "Because... I can't lose you."

The lava forms a name: Anger.

Instinctively, you pull your face from his hands, moving half a step back from him. "You're ruining everything... because you're jealous?"

"It's- I'm not jealous." His hands hang dumbly at his sides now. He looks hurt—by your words or by the way you've separated yourself from him, you're not sure. "Didn't you hear me? I love you."

Blinking back hot tears, you shake your head again. You refuse to believe it. Somewhere in the molten pool inside you swirls grief for what could have been if his words are true, and it's too much to bear.

"If you loved me, you could have told me. You had so many years to make your feelings known." You breathe sharply, something catching in your throat. "You just don't want me to have something that you don't."

The expression his face dissolves into makes your heart hurt tenfold. Maybe you were reading this whole thing wrong. But it's too late now; you're too proud to take it back or stay to hear another word. With one last look at your best friend and his pitiful glassy eyes, you turn and make a swift exit, finally allowing the tears to make their own escape. They taste of loss and regret.

written by mapofthemazeinthemirror - do not repost my work in any form

#this came out of nowhere and i kinda got carried away with the similes and stuff lol #txt imagines #txt scenarios #txt soft hours #yeonjun imagines #huening kai imagines #beomgyu imagines #soobin imagines #taehyun imagines #kpop imagines #gender neutral reader

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poorlittleyaoyao · 3 months

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i still think the worst jgy meta is the victim blaming madam qin one

If we're thinking of the same meta--the one that goes into detail about how long the betrothal/wedding planning process would have likely gone on for--then that meta is SUPREMELY frustrating to me, because the information it brings up is worth considering, but then it draws the conclusion that "Madam Qin is the real cause of the problem here!" which is both victim-blaming and oversimplifies the whole tragedy.

The tragedy of Qin Su is that multiple people close to her decided that she shouldn't know a critical piece of information about herself. If it were just JGY, I think her reaction wouldn't have been as intense as it is, but when QS receives Bicao's letter, she receives with it the knowledge that Bicao, JGY, and her mother have all withheld this from her, and she'll never get closure on it because her mother is dead and JGY is insisting that she carry on like it never happened. QS deserved to know! This was a breach of her trust!

But at the same time, you understand why everyone makes the choices they do, and why they believe that QS will be better off not knowing. In Madam Qin's case, we can assume that she fears for the damage to QS's reputation and prospects in even a best-case scenario if she comes forward. It's fully possible that Qin Cangye could disown QS since she is not his child, or (if QCY is a real one and stands by his wife) that the Qin clan as a whole would suffer retribution from JGS for besmirching his name, since he's Chief Cultivator and they don't have any concrete proof. Madam Qin also would have feared for herself. I mean, we don't know what kind of many QCY was. He could've killed his wife for committing adultery, for all we know! Or JGS could've had her killed to shut her up! Fearing for herself isn't a moral failing!

Understanding how protracted the wedding process would have been just drives home how horrifically trapped Madam Qin must have felt. She's kept the secret of her rape for two decades, and now it's coming back to hurt her in brand new ways, and she feels so powerless that she can't do anything but watch it happen until finally, at the very last minute, she works up the courage to talk to the one man in the situation who doesn't hold authority over her (and is therefore a safer bet)... and it's too late, because her daughter is already pregnant,* and to call off the wedding now would obliterate her reputation even without the incest.

Now she has to live with the regret of not acting differently on top of everything else. It's haunting. It's awful. It's not something to point at and judge her about. And I think it's telling that, IIRC, JGY himself doesn't ever blame her, either. There is no "how dare you blame me when her own mother didn't tell her!" or "I wouldn't have done it if Madam Qin had spoken up sooner!" Instead, he simply states that Madam Qin, like him, was afraid of JGS, shutting down any questioning of either of them. JGY places the ultimate blame for all of this firmly at his father's feet, and that's where it belongs.

*(It should go without saying that I'm talking about my understanding of the novel here, because the show makes the deeply cursed choice to cut the whole premarital pregnancy thing. But it's still JGS's fault there too, and I wrote character study fic about it once if you want to have a bad time.)

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matryosika · 2 years

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Day 9: Sensory deprivation with Hyunjin, Seungmin and Jeongin.

Wordcount — 2,874 words

Includes — Sensory deprivation (use of blindfold), (implied) foursome, established relationship, themes of possessiveness, fingering (+ anal), finger sucking, praises.

Author's note — I know how inconsistent I've been with this... Please don't hate me, but I've been much more busy than I expected. I'm sorry for leaving you without kinktober updates for a while, but I will try my best to balance both things (uni and being a smut writer haha!). I'm sorry for not uploading each day, as it should be, but I will definitely upload all 31 drabbles in the end. So here it is, day 9. I actually stole my own idea (because I wrote something like this before, but with two stray kids members and a txt one) but this one is better because I've improved so much ever since haha and that thing I uploaded was like a 300 words drabble. This one is... quite something else. I hope you all enjoy this, and please remember than english it's not my first language! (I know I said I wouldn't be updating kinktober during the weekends but well, this week was hell at uni and I should upload this now!)

What did you expect? In all honesty.

You have always known how possessive your boyfriend is, and how easily he can get jealous at times —one stare, one touch, one smile and Hyunjin is already cocking an eyebrow with his intimidating gaze all over you.

Hyunjin is possessive, but he knows it's his problem —he doesn't doubt your love for a second, nor does he thrive on putting you in an ugly place by arguing with you about silly little details he can't help but notice. He might be possessive, but the relationship Hyunjin has with you is far from being unhealthy —if there is something that upsets him, or you, you always talk it out and try to solve it as fast as you possibly can.

Tonight, though, Hyunjin has other plans in mind to resolve that situation you naively put yourself into.

“You should recognize my touch by now,” he tells you, a pair of long, slim hands caressing your naked legs. “Don't let me down”.

“Hyune,” the whole scenario is arousing you more than it should. You are blindfolded and half-naked in his bed, three pairs of hands all over you while you hear them talking among them as if you aren't there. “Come on”.

“Don't you want this?” he asks you, the sound of his voice coming from a different place than the last time he spoke. “Thought you liked Jeongin and Seungmin”.

“Y-yes, I mean,” you try to find a way to put your thoughts into words, but it is useless —you can feel your laced underwear sticking to your folds, and everytime a hand reaches your inner thigh you squirm in your place. “But do you?”

“Do I want this?” he queries with a soft scoff, his voice getting lost in the warm sensation of their skin against yours. “If I didn't, I wouldn't have lured them into this, pretty”.

Him, being as possessive as he is, gets nothing from the whole thing —there has to be something in it for Hyunjin to do something as crazy as sharing you with his friends.

“What's in it for you?” you ask, breathing heavily when a pair of hands explore something that hasn't been touched throughout the night —your tits.

“Consider this a test,” he answers you, his voice sounding far away from you but your body still recognizing six hands groping and caressing it. “That's why you have a blindfold on, so you don't cheat”.

“I don't get this,” you murmur, bucking your hips when a cold hand sneaks between your thighs, naively brushing against your wet crotch. “You are making it very hard for me to follow you”.

“You are smart,” your boyfriend sighs. At the same time, one hand opens your legs with such boldness that could only be Hyunjin's. You can't be sure, though. “I know you can figure this out on your own”.

A few days ago, and after a small situation during a night out, Hyunjin brought something to the table you couldn't believe he was even suggesting it —a foursome.

“Are you sure about this?” you had asked him, with a look of disbelief that made him giggle. “What about them? Do they want to?”

“I talked to Seungmin and Jeongin already, they are more than happy to participate,” he explained to you, much more relaxed than how tense you were during that conversation, “as for me… I guess I've always wanted to try it out. I trust them and us, so it is worth a shot”.

Hyunjin wasn't lying when he told you he had always wanted to have a threesome or a foursome —that much was true. But that wasn't the main reason why he proposed the whole thing.

“I can assure you I can't,” you exhale, trying to decipher who, out of the three men in bed with you, is touching you where. “So what is this blindfold for? Don't want me looking at other men when they fuck me?”

The sarcastic comment makes them laugh, and Hyunjin shakes his head with amusement. “It enhances your senses,” Seungmin tells you, making you instinctively turn to where his voice is coming from. “You get to feel and hear more”.

“This was your idea?” To be honest, you can expect anything from him —he might be quiet and shy at times, but you have always seen right through him.

“No,” Seungmin replies.

“Jeongin?” you ask again, turning the other side as if someone had reassured you that he is there. “Was it yours?”

“You are asking too many questions,” he tells you, the sound of his voice coming from a completely different place than you had expected. “And Hyunjin said this is supposed to be a test for you, not us”.

“You guys are making me lose my mind,” you laugh nervously, feeling the weight on the bed shifting as they exchange places with one another. “I won't ask any more questions about the blindfold but please just stop teasing me”.

“Teasing you?” Hyunjin queries. “Are you not enjoying this?”

“I am, it's just-” there isn't really a way to say that you are dying to get fucked by your boyfriend and his friends —of course, that's exactly what you want, but the thought of saying those words out loud embarrasses you. “I want more”.

“Is having our hands touching your body not enough?” Some slim, cold fingers push your damp underwear to the side and you gasp quietly when the air hits your naked core. “Last time I checked, you liked their hands a lot. Thought you would like them even more if they were on you”.

“Huh?” Hyunjin's comment is even more confusing than everything else that has happened up until this point, but you still try to give it some sense. “What does that has to d-”.

“Remember the day I caught you staring?”

It is an embarrassing memory, if you are being honest. But yes, you still remember it.

You were having dinner with him and his friends at Jeongin's place one night after work. In the midst of it, Hyunjin could pick on how you kept staring at Seungmin’s and Jeongin's hands intriguingly, trying to dissemble but failing almost immediately. On the way back home, Hyunjin teased you about it for a while, mocked you for being “too obvious” and told you that they probably noticed you drooling all over their hands as well, but that was pretty much it.

Or so you thought.

“Yes,” you sigh in embarrassment. “If you want to expose me in front of your friends, go ahead”.

Your boyfriend scoffs softly, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Expose you?” he queries, “pretty, I’m giving you what you were craving” .

“And that is?”

Right after your question, a pair of fingers caress your lips before entering your mouth. You suck on them eagerly, tasting every inch of skin you possibly can.

“Whose fingers are those?” Hyunjin asks, too close for you to think he is the owner of said fingers, yet too mischievous to actually be him.

Remember, this is a test.

“Suck them all the way in,” he whispers, amused by how your tongue wraps around them. “Taste them, and give me your answer”.

One thing you are sure of, they don’t taste like Hyunjin.

It’s between Seungmin and Jeongin, yet the possibility of it being Hyunjin and you failing would only disappoint him.

And that’s the last thing you want.

“You really can’t see it, but these guys are desperate to fuck you,” your boyfriend tsks his tongue, trying to get you to answer. “They are hard, and they surely don’t want to spend all night trying to prove how well you know me”.

“Jeongin,” you murmur with your mouth full. “I- don’t know”.

“Sure?” Jeongin’s voice is coming from the opposite side from where you were expecting it, and that only confuses you more.

You mean to change your answer, but you suddenly feel the tip of someone’s digits spreading your folds open, making you buck your hips almost aggressively at the unexpected action.

“Fuck,” you babble with the fingers deep inside your throat, eyes watering underneath the blindfolds.

“Easy,” Hyunjin scoffs, his cock twitching when he sees how receptive you are to his friends’ touch. “Don’t be too eager”.

“What do you want?” you murmur, chin glistening with your own drool.

“I want to prove to you that no one’s touch can feel like mine does,” your boyfriend whispers, the tip of another finger trailing along your collarbone and shoulder, making you shiver. “You spent minutes staring at their hands, but mines have given you more pleasure than you can ever remember”.

“That’s not up for discussion,” you exhale, swallowing hard when every single puzzle piece of Hyunjin’s wicked plan starts connecting to each other. “None compare to yours”.

“Oh, I know that,” he places a wet peck on your shoulder, his plump lips all too familiar with you. “But I want you to prove that to me”.

As you talk to Hyunjin, his two friends continue touching you; one teasing your cunt while the other one plays with your erected nipples, making you whimper in between words.

“How?”

“Get on all fours,” he orders you, guiding his hand to your scalp and pulling your hair softly, making you gasp quietly. “And don’t let me down”.

With their help, you do as you are being told —knees and forearms against the bed, bent, arse up and head down, heart beating fast while you await for the next command.

“So fucking wet,” one of them hisses, the other ones agreeing with him. The bed’s weight shifts every time they move around you, trying to encounter the perfect position for whatever they are going to do next.

“You look so pretty in this position,” Hyunjin praises you, his breath caressing your left cheek. “Want to be the first one to fuck you tonight, but I won’t be greedy”.

Again, a pair of fingers caresses your lips, and you welcome them again by opening your mouth and taking them all the way in.

“This is going to be simple,” your boyfriend announces, feeling a big hand caressing one of your ass-cheeks. “You are going to have someone’s fingers fucking your mouth,” when he says that, the fingers inside prod even deeper inside your wet hole, making you gag all over them, “someone elses’ fucking your cunt,” another pair spreads your wet folds, all sticky and slippery with your arousal, “and someone elses’ fucking your ass”.

Your cunt clenches at his words —knowing you are going to be filled by all three of them so early in the night makes you wetter than you ever thought.

“You just have to know which ones are mine,” you can’t see him, but he has the most devilish, playful grin. “Easy, right?”

You gulp nervously when the fingers leave your mouth, expecting the sudden stretch on all three of your holes soon. You wait patiently for it, swaying your hips from side to side while they prepare everything.

“Think you can get it right on the first try?” Seungmin asks you, voice so calming and soothing that it makes you forget the position you are in. “You know how dramatic Hyunjin gets”.

“Can you give me a clue?” you pout, feeling his lips close to yours.

“You know I always like to play fair,” he tells you, brushing his lips against yours. “But the faster we get this over with, the faster we can have fun”.

He leaves a wet peck on your lips and joins Hyunjin and Jeongin at the edge of the bed, all three of them getting ready to follow your boyfriend's orders.

The bed’s weight shifts, again, and you feel all three of them close to where the upper part of your body is.

“Ready?”

When Jeongin speaks, you realize that all three of them are close enough for you to not be able to distinguish where their voices are coming from —the closer they are to you, the harder it gets to differentiate if they are the ones fucking your mouth, cunt or ass.

“Yes,” you whisper, raising your head to meet the first man.

Although you said earlier it is not up for discussion, being blindfolded makes everything complicated —you really can’t tell if it’s Hyunjin, the one who has his fingers in your mouth, or not.

Then again, things get much more complicated when the rest follows; two fingers inside your throbbing pussy, and another one inside your ass.

“Shit,” you whimper, the sound coming out strangled by the fingers muffling it.

“Too much?” Seungmin asks you, all three laughing in unison.

“Think you can handle all of us at the same time?” your boyfriend asks you, “you can barely take our fingers”.

Your cunt throbs at the idea, and the two men touching you can feel it.

“I think she is dying for it,” Jeongin says, and not being able to differentiate whose fingers are inside each of your holes is driving you insane. “Didn’t even hesitate when you proposed this to her”.

After some time, all three of them start moving their fingers inside you, making you feel pleasured and full with each thrust.

“G-god,” you babble, drooling all over his fingers while you feel a certain tension starting to build up in your lower abdomen.

“So, baby,” Hyunjin tells you, his words coming out strangled while the bulge inside his pants gets harder with time. Seems like the situation is affecting him much more than he thought. “Got your answer already?”

You shake your head. “Don’t want to- fail”.

“I know you won’t,” he breathes, “You are my good girl. You can never disappoint me”.

You moan at his words, the praises doing wonders for both your ego and your pleasure.

“We really can’t wait to fuck you,” he continues with trembling breath. “So tell me, where am I touching you?”

It’s difficult when it is happening all at once, but you have grown used to his touch to the point of knowing that the person fucking your mouth it’s not him.

It doesn’t taste like him, nor does he move his fingers inside you like he does —the man fucking your mouth it’s doing it slower and less deeper than Hyunjin likes it.

Your mind is getting clouded with pleasure and nervousness, body reacting to their touch yet the rational part of you is trying to come up with the correct answer —you want nothing but to make Hyunjin proud tonight, to let him know that even while having his friends fucking you, he is the one you want and love.

“F-fuck, Hyune,” you are close to coming, and not close to get to the answer. You are getting needy, and desperate, and want to say the first thing that comes to mind but you know that’s not what your boyfriend wants.

So you try to hold on and feel them, try to recognize the man who has made you come so many times you’ve lost count.

“Tell me,” Hyunjin repeats, voice much deeper than before. “Where am I touching you?”

You clench around their fingers again, sucking eagerly the ones in your mouth while you do everything you can to remain sane. But the tension is starting to unravel now, and you have to give him an answer now.

“Ass!” you yell around the fingers, bucking your hips against their touch. “Ass, you’re fucking my ass!”.

When you say so, Hyunjin laughs with satisfaction —you’ve guessed it right.

“See?” he asks you, thrusting his finger even deeper in you while the fingers working on your pussy do exactly the same, curling inside you while brushing against your g-spot. “It wasn’t that hard, was it?”

You shake your head frantically, crying and whining while all three of them use your holes.

“Come for us,” Hyunjin groans, “Show us how much you are enjoying all of this”.

Even with the blindfold on, you shut your eyes tightly and allow your orgasm to wash all over you —your body trembling and toes curling while Hyunjin and his friend continue fucking you through it, making you moan and whimper each time louder.

“There you go,” Jeongin murmurs, “she is so fucking pretty”.

“Oh, she is,” Seungmin follows him, all three of them talking as if they are not making you come right then and there.

“So cute how she moans,” one of them says, and the other one agrees.

You just plop down into the bed, feeling tingles all over your body while you still try to overcome your high, remembering Seungmin’s initial words: the blindfold enhances your senses.

When your fingers reach out for the satin fabric covering your eyes, you feel your boyfriend’s hands wrapping around your wrist.

“We are not done just yet,” he whispers, leaving a kiss on your hand. “We all want to fuck your mouth while you are blindfolded until you can recognize each of us by how we taste”.

As frustrating as it is, not being able to see them while you are pleasuring them, you really can’t say no to such a request.

You are sure it is going to be fun.

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bottle of memories

[ father!diluc ragnvindr x child!reader ]

summary: diluc brings you a bottle of memories shared between him and your mother.

notes: a very late weinlesefest fic oof, and a rare fluffy phoenix scenario lmao | m.list

words: 1258 | warnings: unedited lol wrote this as work

"y/n?"

you teared your eyes away from your book, meeting diluc's eyes from the door to your room. gently, you set your quil aside.

"yes, dad?"

"are you," his voice trails off at the end, eyes not able to meet your confused gaze as he turns his head to look at the side.

this is so unlike him, you thought.

"is there something wrong?"

"are you busy today?"

"eh?" you quirk an eyebrow in confusion.

why is he asking me this when he's supposed to be the busy one between us? you pondered, watching him cough behind his hand out of bashfulness. i thought, as the winery, he's supposed to be busy at the weinlesefest?

wait, is this because of me?

your eyebrows pinched together in concern.

"i'm free for the rest of the day, dad," you push yourself up from your study table, approaching his form at the door, "is there something you want to tell me?"

"yes, i—" diluc pauses, releasing a deep sigh and shaking his head.

"seriously," you whined, irritated at the way he's drawing the conversation, "just tell me what it is. you're scaring me."

"apologies, it's nothing bad really," chuckling, diluc smiles at your annoyed look.

there's a weird sense of comfort that he gets whenever you express yourself without hesitating, like you used to a few years ago. a visible evidence of having fixed the misunderstandings between the two of you. you're not as reserved as you used to be. slowly, you started to act more like… yourself, in front of him.

and he couldn't ask for anything more better than your comfort.

"would you like to join me for the day?"

"what about the weinlesefest?" you quirk your head, "isn't the tavern going to be crowded with people for the whole week? not to mention—" a finger slightly scratched your chin in thought, "you're releasing a new mix specially made for the festival and you're opening a stall in springvale today."

diluc watches you ponder in amusement, "and?"

"what do you mean 'and'?" your hands rest on your waist in an act of sterness, before a loud gasp escapes you.

"what?"

"i cannot believe you're ditching your work!" you point an accusing finger at diluc, "you have piles of paper in your desk—no, don't deny it, i was the one who delivered those papers! and you're setting aside all of those!? who are you and what have you done to my dad!?"

diluc couldn't stop himself from grinning at the way you're scolding him, shaking his head at your accusations before sighing a little dramatic, feigning offense. times when you act like this really reminds him of your mother.

"i can't believe my own child is accusing me of inefficiency, have i not done well in my previous endeavors?"

"don't gaslight me!"

"anyways," he clears his throat—ignoring your offended gasp, "nevertheless, of course i would choose to spend some time with my only child over my work. those can wait," he gingerly pats your head, "i have something more important to show you."

your voice gets caught in your throat, unable to form a comeback to his words. you are still not used to your own dad prioritizing you over anything else—he always has, just not in a… proper way, for the lack of better words—thus always rendering you speechless when he makes it known. have you received such treatment when you were younger, maybe you could've said something witty in response. just anything to turn the table against your sometimes menace of a father. instead, you're left looking like a fish out of its tank before choosing to pout as your last defense.

"you win this time."

"i always do," he smiles smugly at your defeated glare before turning to exit, "well then, shall we go? you did say you were free, did you not?"

"okay okay!"

diluc fondly watches you go about your room, grumbling about the 'inconvenience' he had brought upon last minute. something that your mother used to do when she was still alive.

"ready, dear?"

you perk up, jacket thrown over your shoulders and standing alert—imitating that of a soldier.

"uh huh!"

you were, unfortunately, not as ready as you thought you were.

"this is…" your voice trailed off, confused eyes staring at the stone tablet in front of you, hands almost trembling when your head finally registered the name engraved into the stone.

here lies our beloved lady, wife, and mother.

lady ragnvindr.

you've never been to your mother's grave before.

the grass around it is properly trimmed, a few buds of dandelions growing behind the stone. reaching over to touch the engravings, the surface cold and smooth to the touch tells you that it's been taken care of very well. a paper bag was placed right beside the stone, someone's been here before you.

for reasons that are still not clear to you, your lips tremble and the back of your eyes starts stinging with the onslaught of tears.

"your mother used to dream of spending the weinlesefest together, just the three of us," diluc kneels beside your unmoving form, the smile on his face melancholic yet deep in his heart, he knows he has learned to accept the truth and the present. had he not done so, he wouldn't be able to gather the courage to take you to your mother's grave.

taking a deeper breath, he reaches for the paper bag right beside the stone and takes out its content—'it' being a bottle of unlabelled wine, the purple liquid inside sloshing as he passes the bottle to you.

wait, to you?

"what's this for?" you turn the bottle around in your hand. finding nothing written, you look up to diluc's soft eyes questioningly.

"you're mother and i made that in her second trimester," he chuckles at a memory, "she wanted to give you this despite my reasoning that you would be too young to drink it even if it's ready for consumption. alas," he sighs fondly, "she won the argument. as she always does," he turns to give you a teasing look, "you don't seem to inherit her victorious chain when it comes to arguments."

"rude," you huffed, sending him a glare before looking down at the bottle in your hand, "can i open it?"

"of course."

"can i… drink it?"

"dear, you're too young for that," he ruffles the top of your head affectionately, "maybe in a few more years, hm?"

"hmp, a shame," you uncapped the bottle, bringing the top to your nose and breathing in its strong scent. you scrunch your nose and backed away, "archons, that's old."

"it's as old as you are, dear."

"is it grapes and sunsettia?"

"indeed," he nods approvingly, "there's a few other fruits your mother had mixed in but it's mostly those two."

in a hushed voice, the two of you casually discussed the contents of the wine with diluc sharing your mother's thoughts on each fruit. it somehow felt comforting to spend time with your father in front of your mother's grave. it makes you feel as if you're spending time with her as well, the mental images of your mother that you've seen in pictures flashing in your head, imagining the sound of her voice and her gentle smile.

"can you tell me more about her?" resting against diluc's shoulder, you fiddle with the bottle's cap, staring right at your mother's name engraved on her grave.

diluc smiles at this, one arm over your shoulder.

"of course, my phoenix."

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beautifulpersonpeach · 8 months

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hi Bp,

I want to know why the encore situation with jimin was made a big deal ?

Because i know jimin is a good singer..maybe due to his in ear problem he might not be able to sing well..but all his live performances of face were so good ...but people totally ignored it and just attack him for encore singing and made a big deal of it

Do u think it might have affected jimin ?

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Hi @minimun,

This is what I wrote in response to the hate Jimin was getting after SMF Pt 2 was released. Please read it.

The reaction k-pop stans had to Jimin's encore stage can be explained by the reasons I gave in that post.

To quote a relevant section:

"...so long as a project comes from a BTS member, the default inclination of most k-pop stans is to hate it. Nearly all the hate you’re seeing for Jimin’s Set Me Free Pt 2 was nearly guaranteed to begin with, the autotune just made it easy as the excuse. I mean, there’s a whole subset of k-pop fandoms who believe he can’t sing despite years of proof to the contrary. Since 2018 (precisely after BTS was awarded the Cultural Order of Merit award), the best case scenario from k-pop stans towards music released by BTS, is for them to ignore it. If you’re expecting any other reaction from k-pop stans besides avoidance or hate, you’re hoping for too much. Personally, I don’t think it’s a big deal, but I do think you need to calibrate your expectations to the reality of the environment you’re in. It’s one reason ARMYs are so fervent in their support of BTS."

If k-pop stans see that a comeback/debut from a BTS member is going to be massively successful, as Jimin's FACE was, they immediately go looking for anything to take away from that success. Fans of SM groups have also been on a campaign since the 2016 daesang loss of EXO to BTS, to assert that BTS is inferior to SM groups in terms of vocals, and so therefore BTS does not deserve their status as the biggest group in k-pop. They often target Jimin, Tae and Jin in these claims and constantly look for any chance to prove "Jimin can't sing". Even Jungkook sometimes gets attacked. After 2018 when BTS and Jimin were further differentiated from much of k-pop by the government, the wider k-pop fandom has joined SM stans to take every opportunity to make the group's status seem less legitimate and one reason they often cite is that BTS is less talented than other groups in vocals and they use Jimin as the scapegoat.

If you've ever doubted anything I've been saying about how k-pop fandom actually feels about BTS, that feeding frenzy from antis, k-pop stans, akgaes, the blatant schadenfreude on display over the clips of Jimin's encore stage, should disabuse you of every doubt atp. It's not like he's the only person who's had faulty in-ears during an encore and as a result was trying to find his key, he's not even the only person who has had a bad encore stage. Even Twice's Momo who made a similar gaffe during her encore for The Scientist, she didn't get as much of a backlash as Jimin did. It doesn't matter whether he can sing or not. They don't care about whether he can actually sing or else they would've seen all the several examples of Jimin singing comfortably and skillfully. The only thing k-pop stans are interested in, is humbling him. Jimin's unusual tone in k-pop makes him an easy target for many k-pop stans who read "different" as "bad".

As I've said before, Jimin is my favourite vocalist in BTS. He's an excellent vocalist in my opinion and I'm very proud of how he's improved since debut.

One thing about BTS that's true for them than it is for any group I've seen, is that they actually sing live more times than not.

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It's more impressive for me that their vocals are still in good condition despite 10 years of going as hard as they've gone in their live renditions. It's impressive for Jimin especially given his high range and how he's only expanded and strengthened it over the years.

I don't think the encore stage 'affected' Jimin the way some people imply. He's his own harshest critic for better or worse, and I suspect there's nothing a kpoppie or stan could've written that Jimin didn't briefly consider himself. Of course all the chaos around it was embarrassing, that's expected, but also he's been through worse and if there's any legitimate criticism, the person who will get to the heart of the matter quickest is Jimin.

Jimin is already something of a beast of an idol, but after that encore stage and everything that happened during FACE, he's reflected on what he needs to do to become even better than he is...

...and I'm genuinely terrified for the future of k-pop because Jimin is about to become even more untouchable. I'm not even trying to gas him up or lean into my bias. With all the years I've watched him, Jimin isn't someone you want to bet against, ever, and a lot of people are going to be in for a rude awakening when he's ready to show what he's worked on. Ignore k-pop stans. They exist only to serve as background noise and spectate as Jimin continues to build on his artistry, continues to gain the respect of industry professionals, and thrive.

Stream Set Me Free Pt 2 for clear skin and a healthy bank account.

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#jimin #park jimin #jimin face #bts #bts solo careers #bts chapter 2 #kpop #kpop stans

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I don't know how to thank you. This feels like the end of an era. I can't believe it's been 4yrs since you started posting hiuh and I was instantly hooked. It literally got me through the pandemic. I learned so much from the story and felt I had Neo as a therapist(the best in the world). You must be flooded with asks now but I am really curious how the story formed in your head. It's hard to believe how consistent the story is as you posted chapter by chapter. Did you outline the whole story when you started? did you stick to all the original ideas? if you changed your mind what were they? It really is a master piece - much much better than many published books I read and I hope you will publish someday, if that's what you want.

I'd also offer you my first born to have an epilogue. hopefully lamen with their child(ren) playing on the beach and Nicaise being the doting big brother. they all grew so much and deserve all the happiness. oh and Kastor and Jo and Galen for big family gathering. I'm so proud of all of them.

thank you thank you thank you for all your patience and genius and mostly, generosity.

hello!!!! i'm so happy that my story resonated with you and got you through some tough times. it did the same for me!

It's hard to believe how consistent the story is as you posted chapter by chapter.

thank you!! it will never be as good as it was in my head or as good as I know I could have made it if I had spent more time on it, but for me the most important thing is that it is completed and at least 70% of what I wanted it to be. a win is a win!!!

Did you outline the whole story when you started? did you stick to all the original ideas? if you changed your mind what were they?

i got the idea for a modern au break up fic in 2020 while I was writing and posting wtsioa. i started the story as a 20k one shot and then realized 5k into it or less that it was not going to fit into that word count. the reason was very simple: i did not want a break up fic centered around "miscommunication" in a naive, fluffy way. i did not want to write a fic where the main issue was that one loved the other too much or that they thought the other was cheating when it wasn't true, etc. i wanted to write a break up that felt honest to me, and this meant giving them both issues that felt real, that i saw in myself and in the people around me irl. which meant that it would take them both considerably more than 5k to get over them (if they ever did).

i outlined the fic very roughly. my first drafts . . . they are not it, girl. like, anyone that has read wtsioa knows that. I'm a much better editor than I am a writer, so for hiuh i outlined the main beats (nicaise calls damen after months, damen goes to therapy, nicaise is out of control and some incidents happen, laurent is dating maxime, they get back together). then, i wrote the entire thing in . . . a year? maybe less? then, i made a mistake and got cocky: i edited the first three chapters and started posting on ao3. that's why the fic took so long to post. i had to edit each chapter a lot after the first three were released.

i edited out too many things to count. things you wouldn't believe if I told you now because they make no sense when looking at the finished version. idalia was a pretty big character, and so was jokaste. in the og outline, I debated between claude/heavy drugs for nicaise. i almost named dog NIKANDROS!!!! damen actually punched aktis at the party when he talks shit about laurent . . . which led to him also punching nik. laurent slapping nicaise once. aimeric and damen baking together. then, there were things I wanted to write but couldn't because they didn't feel very real to me, despite being the best self indulgent daydream scenarios ever: damen hunting claude down (yeah, ruth wanted this to happen), dog getting sick, aimeric's EVERYTHING lol, nik and nicaise talking, etc.

thank you for sending this ask and reading the story through all the ups and downs and... lack of updates on my end!!! it has been the best experience ever, knowing that someone out there is reading and cares about what I made. thank you!!!!!!!!

#anon #hiuh #about the epilogue: i feel you #someone asked me what lamen telling nicaise would look like #but I WANNA KNOW WHAT THE PEOPLE WANT OKAY #bc i already know what happens inside my head #some people were pissed about the cut off ending but i think it just gives the story such a hopeful note

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hey, super cool to find an Irish hetalia fan! I’m always on the hunt for fans from different countries; I’m always curious what they think of their respective countries’ characters. I saw from your posts that you already love Ireland’s character, but what about his relationship to Northern Ireland? And do you have a human name in mind for Ireland?

Oh hey! Thanks for approaching me about the subject, that’s always flattering~ 😙

North and Ireland… Now there’s an interesting pair that I believe deserve more interactions in the manga beyond Ireland’s debut issue.

From what we’ve seen already, Ireland is very fond of North, calling him his little buddy/partner.! Unfortunately, we see that this relationship is very one sided on Ireland’s part, as North doesn’t really reciprocate Ireland’s feelings beyond half-hearted, non-committal answers.

Surprise surprise! North ‘betrays’ Ireland by palling up with the UK bros! And Ireland is still upset about that to this day, especially with the whole Brexit deal that went on. (By the way, the scenario down below is so not a dream, Ireland's coping so hard.)

Now we move off of canon, and and go to my opinions~

While North is very standoffish to Ireland, I think he does care for him. However, he just prefers the company of the big family unity that the Brit Bros appeared to be. And quite frankly, he had a lot in common with them from the get-go.

Now this is the historical Hetalia bit lol

From the late 1500s to the early 1600s, the British attempted to establish several plantations in Ireland (move British people onto Irish land and give them land and titles to effectively make them more influential than the native Irish already living there.) Overall these were very unsuccessful, aside from one, which is the Scottish Plantation of Ulster (Ulster being the area that encompasses what Northern Ireland is now.) ((Which most likely explains why North is attached to Scotland in particular in the strips))

From then on, a visible divide in Irish culture was created, which can be seen in how Ireland and Northern Ireland interact with each other in their strips together. Fundamentally, they just can't relate to each other anymore, despite Ireland's attempts to be buddies with North again.

I think this interpretation of Ireland and North’s relationship so far makes perfect sense to me, I love how Hima wrote these two lol

The one thing I would personally headcanon is that North is much physically younger compared to the rest of the British Isle characters, like 17 years old or so, and that he only came about into existence around the time of the plantations. From that, I personally think Scotland is North's father figure (which I totally need to draw art of 🤍)

That was a lot of chatter, I could honestly write a dissertation examining the nuances in their relationship~ The names I use are these:

Ireland - Ruairí mac Cumhaill (Rory McCool in anglicised format)

North - Conor O'Neill

#hetalia #hetalia world stars #hws northern ireland #hws ireland #ask response

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cute ass italian date with Lewis trying to cheer reader up in monza

Our City of Love- Lewis Hamilton ✨

It's about time I start writing for this one again... Thank you so much for requesting lovely, this idea is perfection! Hope you enjoy & sorry for this being a little outdated I totally forget I wrote this I found it in my drafts (I love it so much for it to stay there!) I have slightly changed it a little for the plot, but I hope you still like it! 🤍

Summary: After you miss the Italian Grand Prix due to an unexpected illness, with a little help from the hotel staff, Lewis still makes it a trip to remember...

Since you were a little girl, you always dreamed of going to Italy... going to the fanciest restaurants to eat classic pizzas and pasta, walking around at night as the country goes to sleep only the lampposts lights guiding you through the dark night. But with your family income not affording vacations and your job not allowing you to travel when your friends did it never seemed possible... until you met Lewis.

You never told him about your dream to travel to the country, but he had an idea when he asked you if you would like to come with him to the Grand Prix, watching you break down in tears as you ran into his arms. At first, he was confused, not knowing why the question made you react that way, you had travelled with him on race weekends before in your relationship and although you had always been grateful you never burst into tears like right. But once you explained it all to him, he knew he had to make this trip 10x more special than any other trip you two went on.

"Calm down baby..." Lewis chuckled as you sat in your normal space on his jet, leg already bouncing up and down in excitement "We still have 10 hours to go.." But you didn't care how long the journey took, you were one step closer to living your dream "I'm sorry.." You sighed, trying your best to stop your fidgeting, glancing out the window as you began to move "I just can't believe it's actually happening... I'm actually going to Italy.."

Lewis watched you in awe as your head filled with a whole bunch of scenarios for the next 3 days, and although he wasn't physically in your head, he knew exactly what you were thinking about "You are, gorgeous..." He smiled, throwing an arm around you as your head fell on top of his shoulder "I'm sorry we can't stay for longer or have time to properly explore" With his busy schedule, it was clear that you wouldn't be able to live out your dream of exploring with him. He wished he didn't have to tell you that he had to fly straight back the day after the GP to duties in London but he had to... & although inside you were a little gutted the trip couldn't be longer and that the race was going to take up most of his time, you knew it wasn't his fault plus you loved watching him do his thing out there, so it was a win win .

"It doesn't matter Lew..." You sighed lovingly, moving your head slightly to put your forehead to his "You're taking me to my dream place, even if I spent a minute there it doesn't matter. as long as I'm with you."

Closing the small gap between you both, he placed his lips on yours immediately feeling the familiar eruption of butterflies that always happened... even after a year. "I love you so much (y/n) …" He breathed out, pulling away slightly as his forehead fell back on yours "You're way too precious for this world, please never change..."

"I love you too Lew..." You whispered like you didn't want to ruin the moment, tears brimming in your eyes "So fucking much."

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The first day there was pretty much spent in the hotel room, you both being too exhausted to explore or check much of the track out after a long day of traveling, and with it being a race week Thursday a shit ton of press. "What a day..." Lewis groaned as he fell back in bed after leaving you for a couple of hours due to the conference "I'm sorry we couldn't-"

Shutting him up, you climbed on top of him placing your lips on his. Although you both lacked energies, you couldn't help but smile into the kiss "Can you stop apologizing." You giggled on his lips as you pulled away "We still have 3 days here, there's plenty of time to explore.."

"We're going to be at the track all the time." He groaned, still feeling guilty for 'ruining' the occasion with work.

"I'm still with you though.." You countered and attacked, leaving one last kiss on his lips before falling back to his side, resting on his bicep. Looking down at you with a smile, he sighed. He still never knew how one human being could be so caring, generous, and innocent. "Your incredible y'know?"

"I know." You smirked, fingers tracing over his tattooed chest that you loved almost as much as him "Thanks for the reminder handsome..."

Rolling his eyes, he pulled you closer to him allowing the exhaustion and tiredness in his body to relax upon yours "I can't wait for Saturday after quali... where I get to show you off to yet another country." Although you told him he didn't have to, Lewis planned to take you out on Saturday with it being the only day where it schedule wasn't as overwhelming as the others.

"Me too." You sighed, the scenario once again flooding your head "This trip is going to be one to remember." But you didn't know for what reason until the next day....

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"Are you sure you're okay sweetheart?" Angela sighed as you sneezed yet again "You're looking a little pale..." Nodding your head slightly, you shot her a fake smile "I'm fine Ang... I promise just a little cold that's all.."

The truth was you weren't okay and deep down she knew that! You had for some reason woken up with a massive headache and a runny nose and although you insisted to Lewis that it was just the effects of jetlag, you knew it wasn't it, you just didn't want to ruin the weekend.

Giving you a unconvincing smile, Angela patted you on the shoulder "Okay Honey, if you need anything let me know."

"Thanks, Ang.." You smiled back trying to make it more convincing as you knew she was leaving to report back to Lewis. He tried his best to persuade you to stay at the hotel, explaining that you weren't going to miss anything important from practice and that you should just rest up, but that wasn't the girlfriend you are and he knew that! Since you started dating you made it adamant to him that if you were going to travel with him for a race you were going to be present for all of it... even the 'boring' parts! Despite the fact in moments like this your stubbornness was frustrating, he knew he was lucky to have you, not many other drivers could say the same about there partners... that's what you are so special!

The rest of the morning continued the same, you trying to put on a brave face in front of Lewis's colleagues as your body began to weaken. Lewis knew you were avoiding him on purpose as you avoided his gazes across the room and dodged his presence when he walked towards you. It’s not that you didn’t want to, you wanted nothing more than to fall into his arms to attempt to escape the aching feeling in your body but if you did you knew he'd see through your lies and send you back to hotel... ruining the evening and maybe even the weekend! The time struck 1pm & so far you were proud of yourself for avoiding your boyfriend for this long, but it wasn’t quite over yet! you knew that he won't have much time left to find you before his next practice session... or so you thought...

Just as you were about to walk back into the Mercedes lounge, an arm suddenly dragged you into one of the side rooms! You would have screamed if it wasn't for the familiar butterflies floating through your skin indicating that it was indeed your boyfriend's touch.

"Lewis..." You gasped, holding on to your chest "what the fuck!?! if you wanted a quickie you should have just said!" Your teasing normally caused him to crack a smile or laugh, but as he looked at you with a stern expression you knew he was being serious this time!

"Why aren't you telling me the truth?" He spoke with frustration, ignoring your comment as his eyes wandered over your pale skin.

"I-I don't know what y-your talking about L-Lew?" His stare made you stutter as he raised his eyebrow and like you said earlier he read straight pass your lie.

"Bull shit (y/n)… you might have been avoiding me all day but I can read you like a book! You are sick aren't you..."

"It's just the jet la-"

Interrupting you he placed the back of his hand against your forehead, heart dropping as he felt your temperature was through the roof. "Jet lag doesn't cause you to have the temperature of a desert baby.." He sighed, feeling a little guilty that he was the one keeping you from staying in "Why won't you let me take you back to the hotel?"

Your head dropped, as tears brimmed your eyes "I don't want to miss anything..." You whispered and for the first time that day your body allowed you to feel the full extent of your health as your head began to spin.

Taking your body into his, he lifted your chin up gently to look at him "You won't miss anything darling, I promise. I might be only racing for 10 minutes anyway, please let me take you back.."

This time you let the tears fall as you looked at him with soft eyes "I don't want to ruin it.."

"Oh, gorgeous..." He sighed, pulling you further into his chest as your tears soaked his shirt. He knew there was more to the story than just missing a practice session. Italy was your dream, and to think you weren't able to get the full experience due to a virus was not only killing you but also him! Holding on to your cheeks with both hands, his thumb wiped away the falling tears as best as he could "You are not ruining anything baby, you need to get better okay? so we can have that fancy date tomorrow..." He smiled, as your lips turned upwards slightly "So how about I take you back to the hotel so you can rest up, yeah? I can even put on practice for you on the TV so your not missing anything... although you won't.."

Although it killed you, you knew he was right. If you didn't rest now there was a possibility you wouldn't be able to do the rest of the weekend and that for sure would ruin it! So giving in to your boyfriend's pleads, you nodded "Okay..."

Pecking your temple gently, his lips tingled at the warmth "Right then gorgeous, let's get you back..."

"But what about practice?" You mumbled, as he wrapped an around you, guiding you out of the lounge "someone else should take me so you don't miss it..."

"Don't worry about that baby.." He smiled, rubbing his hand up your arm "I'll be back for when the cars ready, they'll understand..."

Not having the energy to reply or argue, you hummed. Allowing him to practically drag you out of the paddock and into the car park where his driver was surprisingly waiting for you both. As they began to drive off, you felt the exhaustion take over as you leaned closer into Lewis's arms. "I'm sorry..." You mumbled, taking Lewis by surprise as he looked at you confused "For what sweetheart?"

"For ruining it all..."

Placing his lips on your head, he sighed "You've got nothing to be sorry for baby, you haven't done anything wrong okay... let's just focus on getting you better, and then we can think of something to do about tomorrow okay?"

"Okay..." You hummed, throwing your head deeper into his chest "I love you so much, Lew" "I love you so much more (y/nn)" ---------------

Even after a lazy afternoon and night, allowing Lewis to look after you like an ill-struck child, you still woke feeling even worst. You didn't know what was wrong with you, but you knew it defiantly wasn't jetlag!

Lewis was already getting ready for the day when you had finally awakened. He already knew you weren't going to wake up feeling better when he felt your forehead this morning, your temperature still being up the roof. He didn't have the heart however to wake you up to check in properly, so instead he left a delicate peck on your cheek and had a cold flannel ready for when you did wake.

Noticing the light on in the bathroom you stood out of your warm bed to meet him in there, but as soon as your feet hit the ground your head went into overload. Stars gathered in your eyes as you reached for the back of the bed, hoping it would give you some sort of stability but unfortunately it didn't. Completely missing your bed, your body slipped onto the floor causing a light thud to echo around the room, gathering the attention of your boyfriend.

"(y/n)!" Lewis gasped as he popped his head out of the room, immediately running over to your sobbing body on the floor "what was you doing trying to get of bed, honey?"

"I wanted to get ready for today..." You sobbed, hiding your face in the palm of your hands causing Lewis's heart to break. He hated when you were sick, normally when you were upset, he would be able to help you feel better but when you were ill, he felt useless!

"(y/n)" Lewis sighed as he pulled your tired body into his "Shhhhh, c'mon baby, deep breathes for me..." He didn't really know what to say in moments like this, he wished he could somehow take the pain away or give an ounce of what you were feeling to himself, but he knew that wasn't just the problem.

Once you were calmer, he picked you up gently placing you back into bed. A small smile etching on his lips as your arms outstretched for him to join him. "I've ruined it all haven't I..." Your small voice broke the silence of the room, causing his heart to sink. Running his hands up your arms, he sighed placing a gentle kiss on your temple "No honey, of course, you haven't..."

"We had the whole day planned though..." You whimpered, tears brimming your eyes at the thought of how magical the day could have been if you didn't catch this dumb illness "I wanted to see you in qualifying, I wanted to be in your corner... I wanted to explore Italy with the love of my life!"

Hearing your voice crack at the end, Lewis pulled you tighter to him shaking his head slightly. He hated this... seeing you upset over something you had no control over at all! But all he could do is hold you, try and comfort you.

"Look, baby" He sighed, lifting your weaken body up slightly to bring you on top of him "I know this trip isn't going the way you wanted it to, and I hate the fact we can't do all of those things too, but that doesn't mean it is your fault" Your mouth opened to speak but Lewis was quick to silent you again "I know you're going to say it is but it is not! You didn't know you were going to get ill, did you?"

Not having the energy to speak, you shook your head wincing slightly at the shooting pain that suddenly emerged. "So, it's not your fault is it..." Lewis whispered, noticing your discomfort as he placed his lips on your temple, the warmth of his lips instantly settling the pain "Although there is nothing more, I want to do right now than whisk you around the city, I need you to get better honey... that's the most important thing..."

Despite knowing that there was no way you would be able to go on the date planned for tonight, hearing the words come out of his mouth only made your heart drop. Lewis felt the tears soak his fresh t-shirt as the reality came to light, and all he could do was hold you while your body grew tired, which didn't take long due to the circumstances.

"I love you so much" Lewis whispered as your body fell limp with sleep next to him "I promise I will still make this trip a rememberable one!" He knew you couldn't hear him, as a sniffled snore fell from your lips, but he still had to make the promise to you, even if you weren't conscious. The truth was he had no idea how he could make this better for you, he could try and win the race, and bring you home a fresh bunch of you of your favorite flowers, but none of them would bring you the same amount of joy as the date would have which killed him inside!

He didn't want to leave you as he slipped out of the bed, planting a final kiss on your heated forehead as he got ready for the day all of again. Changing his tear-soaked shirt into a new one, he left a fresh glass of water and a pack of painkillers on your bedside table just in case you woke up before he is back, which he highly doubted.

A million thoughts were slipping through his mind as he walked into the hotel lobby, stopping occasionally to greet fans and hotel staff. "Good luck with today, sir" the manager of the hotel smiled, giving him a shake of the hand "We hope that you are enjoying your stay with us & if there is anything we can provide you with please don't hesitate to ask"

Giving him a slight smile, he thanked him for his service apologising for not being to chat longer as he was already running a little late, but just as he was about to leave through the revolving doors a thought popped in his head causing him to holt.

"Actually, there is one thing that you could help me with..."

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Qualifying went just the way Lewis hopped, despite being at the back of the grid anyway the car felt good enough to bring himself into the points for tomorrow's race. As they normally do, the interviews followed shortly after the session. Usually, Lewis would be focused during the questions, using multiple years of media training to give them well-thought-out questions but all he could think about when the cameras and microphones pointed at him this time was you!

Noticing his mind is somewhere else, Toto placed his hand on his shoulder "How about you get yourself back to her?" He smiled, already knowing what was going on. Raising his eyebrow slightly, Lewis shook his head, a frustrated sigh leaving his lips "I can't, I still have 2 more interviews after this..."

"Lewis!" Toto sternly interrupted, looking at his driver with nothing but seriousness "Go home to her, please... she needs you more than those interviewers do right now, you need her more than this, just go home!" Listening to his boss's words, he nodded, muttering a quick thank you before dashing out of the garage to get back to you. He felt guilty enough having to leave you the way you were this morning, so it was unsurprising that he'd take the first opportunity to leave the track and get back to you!

His hands shook with nerves as he finally reached the hotel door, not knowing what state you would be in or if you would have tried to pull the same stunt as this morning. But to his surprise and relief, you were in the exact same position he had left you in, tucked in bed with your head resting on his pillow, still sound asleep!

Moving quietly around the room in an attempt to not wake you, Lewis got changed out of his team clothes and into his comfy tracksuit, an outfit that was unfamiliar for him to the media but one that you knew all too well. Crawling in next to you, he gently moved your body close to him, kissing the top of your head repeatedly as a sigh of comfort left his lips.

"Lew..." You mumbled against his chest, not moving much from the pain and being trapped in his arms. "It's just me darling, go back to sleep, okay?" Not needing to hear him twice, you hummed in response, mumbling a quite 'okay' before going back to sleep.

Just as sleep almost took over him, his phone buzzed against the bed side table, causing him to groan....

'It should be ready for you in an hour or so, so please let yourself up past 7:30pm, it is yours for however long you need it'

Smiling to himself, he put his phone back down after setting an alarm for 6:45pm, pulling you back in closer than ever. "We've still got an hour I suppose..." He hummed to the silent room, knowing at this point he was more talking to himself than you, before he drifted off to sleep next to you.

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"(y/n) ..." Lewis whispered, guilt trickling in his voice as he woke you up from your long nap "You need to get up darling" Your eyes fluttered open, trying to adjust to the light and figure out why your boyfriend was trying to wake you up.

Noticing the strain in your eyes, he kissed along your face, starting off with your cheeks and lips, before heading to your nose and eventually your forehead just between your eyes "Open those gorgeous eyes for me, princess..." Not knowing if he had some sort of magic spell, your eyes fully opened, a tired sigh escaping your mouth as you looked at him in confusion "What's going on?" You mumbled, noticing he was now fully dressed in track pants and a cosy hoodie was wrapped around him, matching the one he had sitting patiently across his forearm.

"We're going out baby..." He smiled, helping you up gently as he began to get you dressed. Noticing the confusion on your face he added to his previous words "Only for some fresh air, we'll be back inside after 10 minutes, I just thought you might need it after being stuck inside for 2 days!"

Although you were still exhausted, the butterflies still fluttered the same at his warm gesture. "That sounds nice..." You smiled back, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, placing a warm kiss on his cheek "Your too good for me!"

"I think that's the other way round sweetheart!" He chuckled, grabbing your shoes from the side for you to step in. Noticing you were still a little unsteady on your feet, he picked you up bridal style, causing you to squeal "What are you doing?!"

"I'm carrying my princess..." He spoke so confidently as if it was the most normal thing. "I have got legs you know" Giving you a stern look, he shook his head, making his way out of the room and towards the lift "I don't want you passing out on me in the middle of the hotel, plus you barely weigh a thing, you near enough don't pass as a form of exercise!"

Knowing there was no way of winning with him, you got comfy in his arms, nuzzling your head deep into his neck as you sighed "Where is my prince charming taking me anyway..."

Pressing the button to the top floor, he laughed "Too the roof..."

"The roof!?!" You questioned, expecting to go to the front of the hotel "Why are we going up for there!"

"I told you beautiful, to get some air!" He laughed once more, placing your feet down as the elevator came to a stop "You lead the way darling, I'm right behind you..." With your feet feeling a bit steadier, you stepped out of the little box, eyes immediately going wide as you took in the scene in front of you!

The roof was laid out with blankets and pillows, rose petals scattered across the scene as candles lit up the roof. A two-seater couch was also placed behind it, as suggested by your boyfriend, as was a basket and tray of Italian snacks, another suggestion from the love of your life.

"Did you do this?" You gasped, tears gathering in your eyes as he wrapped his arms around you. "Sort of..." He chuckled, leaning his head on your shoulder to see a better view of your reaction "It was my idea, but the staff set it up for us... there the main ones to thank here, I just had the vision!"

"This is amazing Lewis!" You whispered, not trusting your voice as you turned around to hold him tighter "Your amazing! Thank you so much...."

A soft smile appeared on his lips as he clung on to you tight, feeling a rush of pride in himself for making you feel a sense of normality when you felt so awful. "That's not all though, turn around..."

Listening to his words, you spun around, mouth going wide as you took in the landscape in front of you, missing it the first time you had come up. The city lit up underneath you, as you had a clear vision of pretty much the whole place. The tears that were once gathered in your eyes now escaped as you gawked at the place you had dreamed so much of "It is so beautiful..."

"I know.." Lewis spoke confidently, eyes watching you instead of the city. His words caused you to blush as he pecked your cheek "I know it's not the same as exploring it, but I didn't want you to miss out on your dream..." Turning back around, you looked at him with nothing but love as he spoke so naturally from the heart "If I couldn't take you to the date, I thought I'd bring it to you! I know it's not the same-"

Cutting him off, with a kiss, you mumbled against his lips "It's perfect! It's everything I have ever dreamed of..." Not pulling away, he smiled against you "Our own city of love..." His words only causing you to smile even wider, as you pulled away caressing his cheek "Thank you for making my dreams come true!"

"Your very welcome!" He breathed out, voice full of love as he walked you towards the two-seater "What's the next dream of yours I can help you with.."

Leaning your head on his shoulder, you sighed "Spending the rest of my life by your side is my only dream from now on... being the love of your life!"

Carefully moving your head to look at him once more, he tilted your chin up allowing him to see the reflection in your love struck orbs

"That's not a dream baby doll.... it's reality!"

#f1 #lewis hamilton x reader #formula 1 #Mercedes #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 oneshot #lewis hamilton book #lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton imagine #lewis hamilton blurb #lewis hamilton one shot

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rose-tea-and-strawberries · 1 year

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Actually, I've been wanting to hear about what Yuu was doing during the House of Villains event. (That was my very first introduction to the House of Mouse) @sandbees wrote a brief scenario about that.

Obviously, Yuu won't get kicked out, but boy is it awkward for her. Wait til her classmates hear about this.

It's our house now,

It's our house now.

It's the fact you can't ignore.

Shut the windows. Lock the doors!

- smol me blasting this every Halloween to drive my parents crazy

So the villains do the whole take over thing where they prove how evil and not-boring they are (still can't believe that they were being bullied and peer pressured by a parrot). Since they can't kick out their favourite staff member, she's making sure the chaos isn't too crazy.

Also side note but Yuu wears a vampire costume to match with Mickey and Minnie because I said so.

When the whole 'kicking the staff out scene' happens they make sure to keep Yuu contained in an area so she can't stop them/escape. IDK maybe the hyenas and Pain and Panic lock her in the kitchen when the lights go out and let her out when they're done.

Yuu: *finally bursts out of the kitchen to the main area and sees all of the staff gone, Horace is tied up in the control room and the villains are singing and doing a conga line around the hall* What the-

I like to think that the heroes are like "oh no, those villains are holding poor Yuu hostage. We must save her." While she's just sitting at a table drinking tea with the Queen of Hearts, Queen Grimhilde and Maleficent and having a pleasant conversation.

The Great Seven see this as a perfect opportunity to do more matchmaking. When's a better time to talk about their twisted counterparts when than when Yuu literally can't escape the conversation.

As much as she wants to comfort and hang out with the heroes (poor Piglet has been shaking under the table for the past ten minutes) she knows that she has to do damage control before Mickey gets back. At least she's got the penguin waiters and Fantasia brooms to help her. Plus the nicer henchmen like Mr Smee and Kronk are making sure that she's all right. As much as villains like Kaa and Shere Khan want to scare her, everyone knows that she's off limits (she's even got frickin Chernabog and the Horned King on her side. How does she do it?!)

Besides everyone has seen what she's been through. This little coup is nothing compared overblots and NRC life in general - she can handle herself just fine.

It would help though if she wasn't being pulled from her work every five minutes because a different villain wants to talk to her. They all want her to join in with the chaos and villainy and maybe prove to those do-gooder heroes that she likes them more but she's just like "guys, it's a school night."

When Mickey does save the day, she's there cheering him on with everyone else (sorry not sorry, Jafar. The Fab Five are like her family and you did lock them out onto the streets). Also can we talk about how Aladdin was a real MVP during that episode because he's going to be so smug hearing Yuu praise him for throwing them the lamp.

Also when the other customers are freed (I know that some of the heroes were still in the HoM whilst others were locked out) you bet, they're all going to have one big group hug and they're going to check if Yuu is okay.

When she recounts all of this to her friends they're like: The Great Seven sort of kidnapped you?

Yuu: Yeah but Mickey gave me a raise so it's cool. Also he can deflect fireballs.

@adrianasunderworld Any thoughts?

#house of mouse au #fem yuu #twst yuu #twst #twisted wonderland

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scarletwinterxx · 1 year

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i think i'm in love with you - mark lee imagine

hi🥺 it's been a while, hello! i know i just wrote a mark au before this but this man just has me in my feels for the past year😩😭 so yea here's another cute mark lee moment for all of us. and yes i was listening to Designer on repeat while writing this😊😅

if you have a request or scenario you want me to do, just send me a message I'll see what I can do😊💌

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"Baby, can you pass me the towel?" Mark says holding a hand out to you, meanwhile you made no movement. Too busy oggling at your boyfriend who just got out of the shower.

Mark looks over at you to see you blatantly checking him out, earning a low chuckle from him. This broke you out fo your trance, meeting his eyes time time.

"Are you done missy or should I put on a show for you?" he jokes, taking the seat infront of the bed to let you dry his hair.

"You need to ease up on your skill to look this irresistible. I can't fight girls and boys for you, love" you tell him, Mark laughs at this playfully pinching your thighs next to his head.

"No need to, only you can have me" he answers withouth missing a beat, loving the way your fingers massage his scalp gently. His eyes closing, about to drift off for a quick nap right there.

"Hey, are you getting sleepy? Come up here" you notice his head lulling sideways, chuckling at how adorable your man is. He takes the towel from you before throwing it on the chair across the bed before tackling you with a hug. Both of you landing softly on the bed with him on top of you.

Brushing the hair away his face, you smile up at him. The smile that would start Mark's day, the only smile he wants to see before he closes his eyes at night. He grins back at you, kissing the tip of your nose so gently you almost didn't feel it.

You giggle at his actions, the man on you looking down at you with wonder and adoration in his eyes. "What are you giggling about?"

"Nothing, just you"

"You look cute under me" he mumbles, not sure whether he's trying to seduce you so you just laugh at his statement.

"What? You laughing at me huh?" you then feels his fingers on your side making you squirm under him. "Stop, don't you dare Minhyung" you tell him before he proceeds with tickling you making you burst into more giggles. Mark's second favorite sound in the world. First being your voice of course.

"Tell me you love me" he says, by then he's straddling you. Trapping you under him, his tickle attacks continues on your sides.

"Stopppppp, okay okay. I love you" you say in between laughs. Feeling satisfied at your words, Mark gets off of you before pulling you with him. This time you're the one on top of him.

"Thought I looked cute under you" you tease him

"Yea, and you look hot when you're on top of me" he says, sitting up so you're chest to chest

"I'm so so so stupidly in love with you" he whispers, looking right in to your eyes as if his words weren't enough to convey just what he was trying to say. So you do what you think would help him understand you're just as smitten with him as he is to you.

You kiss him, wounding your arms around his shoulder. You feel him pull you as close as you could be. If he could mold you to fit him perfectly, he would. But then again that's already how he feels when he's with you.

Mark is a man of belief and he can say with his whole heart how he believes God took his time creating you. Down to the last strand of hair on your head he likes to craddle, to your fingers he likes to hold, to your lips he could kiss all day. You're perfect. By some miracle. Maybe it's fate or immense amount of luck, it's like you were designed for him.

Breaking away from the kiss, Mark looks at you again. Eyes full of love, like they've always been ever since he first saw you.

"I love you, too" you tell him, not forgetting to say the words back even though you know and feel that he knows this already.

Hearing your words made Mark close the gap between your lips once again. This time kissing you with more intense, like he's a man on mission. Mission to make you only know him and him only.

He kisses your lips, then your face down the hollow of your neck. Taking extra care of that spot he knows would make you feel on the brink of being undone then and there, hearing you moan his name.

Maybe that's his second favorite sound in the world after all. Your voice, your moan then your laugh. He has a list longer than this but his mind is a bit pre-occupied at the moment.

He kisses you and kisses you until you're drowning in the feeling of him. Whenever Mark tells you he loves you more than you love him, you just let him win that conversation. But really, you can go on and on about all things you love about him.

You're not sure if he knows just how much power he holds over you, same as you to him. You got him wrapped around your fingers and him and he's putty on the palm of your hands.

Before drifting off to slumber, Mark tucks the hair behind your face. The two of you laying side by side. "Stop staring, go to sleep" you mumble, sleep just about to take over

"I will, just want to see you a little longer. Don't want to end this perfect day with you"

You smile at his words, scooching a little closer over to his side. Mark already welcoming you in his arms. "We can start another day tomorrow, go rest dummy. I'll be right here when you wake up" you then kiss his chin, too tired to reach for his lips

"Promise?" Mark says, kissing your head a few times. He waits a few seconds for you to reply, thinking you already fell asleep in his arms before he hears a quiet hum of agreement from you.

Then he follows after you, even in his dreams he can only see you. Not a second of his day wasted if he's with you. Indeed a perfect way to start his day with you.

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