#even if I did revise it several times

[writingstoraes]

hair tie 🎀

pairing: charles leclerc/fem!reader

type: imagine/drabble (fluff)

notes: my first drabble! not proofread and not revised so please expect errors hehehe please lmk what u think by replying or messaging and if u wanna be part of my taglist! <3 google translated french!

about: you didn't pay no mind when charles randomly asked for one of your hair ties. one car ride later, you find out why.

"Amour, can I have one of your hair ties please?" Charles softly says, gently shaking you awake from your slumber. Due to your half-asleep state, you didn't bother to question him why and quickly pointed to the dresser, where a thin, black hair tie is found on its surface.

"As-tu quelque chose d'autre? Quelque chose qui en un regard, je sais que c'est le tien," Do you have anything else? Something that in one look, I know it's yours.

Prying your eyes open once again, you decide to position yourself to sit on the bed to give Charles a knowing look.

"What do you mean? Do you want a scrunchie?"

"What's that?"

"The thick one that looks like ruffles."

"Oh no." He replies, rifling through your dresser drawers. "Maybe something a little less high profile."

Before you can mutter anything, the Monegasquè exclaims as he finds something he liked after absolutely destroying the organized drawers: a red hair tie with a small black ribbon.

Clearly with a motive on his mind, Charles quickly picks up the hair tie and proceeds outside to his car. You didn't pay it any mind, you had a lot of hair ties anyway, most of it scattered around the room and even in your purses. You just assumed he used it to tie something; used it like it was a rubber band.

You and Charles made plans to visit his family today which can explain why he was up and about getting ready for the drive. The drive up to his family home is about two hours and it has been a habit of his to prep the car every time you had to go somewhere. While he was in the garage, you got up and made breakfast, all the food on the table in pairs of two's.

As you sit through breakfast, you already had enough caffeine in your system to be sober for the morning, not that you were drunk, just sleepy. Being in the right state of mind, you give in to curiosity and ask him why he needed a hair tie in the first place, up to why he needed to choose one he liked.

"Ce n'est rien," It's nothing.

You didn't pry anymore, it was just a hair tie after all. If you know him well, he probably did use it to tie something or replace something he broke while fixing the car. After breakfast, the two of you went on like clockwork to get ready for the drive up to his family's house. Being all dressed up and ready, Charles opens the passenger seat door for you and you were off.

Halfway through the drive and several songs sang in the car later, your eyes dart towards a very familiar hair tie. The red hair tie with a black ribbon was wrapped around the car's gear shifter, much to your surprise when you thought he only used it to tie something or mend something he'd clumsily broke.

"Ah, so this is where you used my hair tie," you tell Charles, who returned a sheepish smile.

"You are cute in your own ways, do you know that?" you stifle a giggle, waiting for him to respond. "Can I ask why is that there?"

"Why? Do you want it back? I'm sorry, I have my reason I promise." He replies, voice laced with guilt.

"No, baby I just... want to know what it's for."

You were fine with not knowing actually. You're sure Charles had his reasons. Maybe he liked the ribbon or the red reminded him of Ferrari. Maybe he thought his spectacular sports car was so manly it needed a splash of ribbon. The thing is, Charles has his antics, something you've grown to love over the years. In your eyes, this hair tie situation is mundane to say the least.

"Fine but you have to promise you won't laugh." Charles says, eyes kept strictly on the road.

"Je promets." I promise.

"It's a reminder." He says in a low and soft voice.

"I put it there to remind myself that I have to drive safe because you're waiting for me at home," Charles continues, and you swear you could just melt right there. "Okay I know it sounds cheesy and sappy and that an F1 driver knows how to drive safe but it's a nice reminder."

"Charles, you drive cars at 300 km/h," you laugh, gaining a chuckle from him.

"I know. It's just a good reminder to be extra safe every time I'm in a car because there's someone waiting for me at home. It's for when I lose my cool on the road so I can be reminded to stay calm and avoid road rage. It's for when I drive cars at the speed of light but I take my cautions because I look forward to seeing you, always."

"Je veux toujours être en sécurité pour que tu ne t'inquiètes pas pour moi," I want to always be safe so you don't worry about me.

Charles pauses and turns to look at you, quite lovingly, spending the 30 seconds of the red light awaiting your response. It is safe to say you were out of words, because you never knew a gesture as simple as this could make your heart swell ten times its size. All because of a hair tie.

"I love you so so so much, you hair tie stealer." you smile as his free hand trails up your thigh to capture your hand as he kisses the back of it. "But for what it's worth, I will always worry about you."

"That I know. But treat the hair tie as an immunity charm."

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tagging: @slytherheign <333 hope u r doing well mwah

notes: my first imagine (written)! im still working on writing dialogues cause its the part i find the hardest :// lmk what u think! will be posting ig imagines tomorrow hehe that or a very angsty charles imagine based on midnight rain by taylor 🫠

#charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc drabble #formula 1 #f1 #f1 imagine #f1 x oc #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 x you #f1 fluff #charles leclerc fluff

[schemmentigfs]

Okokok pretty please with a cherry on top could you write one where the reader is taking care of schemmenti that leads into smexy time? Or their wedding night orrrr my brain is malfunctioning I'm doing this on a whim lol but something between the two? (Also I love your writing!!! This is like asking a celebrity to autograph something!!)

two queens in a king size bed.

paring: melissa schemmenti x reader.

summary: you and your wife melissa share a lovely morning after the happiest night of your lives.

warnings: smut, but basically it's pure romance.

author notes: Aww thanks babee! 🩷 You are so sweet and kind. Hope you like this one, it was an honor to write your adorable request. I tried my best to write somethin’ between the two. And yes, I am one of those who loves the reader taking care of mel dynamic. Also this was my first time writing smut, let me know if I did good or horrible! (be kind pls)

masterlist:

title was inspired by two queens in a king size bed by girl in red. <3

english is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes. Work not revised!

Melissa smiled as she watched your sleeping figure on the left side of the bed. Yesterday had been the happiest day of your lives, after five years together, she could now refer to you as her wife. The woman of her dreams was officially her beloved and sweet wife.

It was gratifying to see that one of her childhood dreams had finally come true.

The redhead closes her eyes, losing herself in the memories of the wedding night. Everything had been perfect. The way she always imagined and desired when she was just a little girl and heard everyone around her talking about marriage on the classic Schemmenti family reunions.

The topic of marriage has always been something delicate in her life, when she experienced it for the first time it was something traumatic and horrible, Joe was not a good husband. In fact, he was the opposite of that.

And after they divorced, the redhead was determined to not get engaged to anyone else again. The promise has been strengthened for several years, this until you appeared in her life. Melissa didn't believe in miracles, but you were practically a divine gift from heaven that belonged to her and only her.

The beginning of the relationship was difficult for both of you, since the older woman had her fears and insecurities — a consequence of the traumas of the past. But that wasn't a problem for you who helped her overcome all this and didn't give up on her at any time.

That's what surprised the redhead, you fought for her from the first moment making it clear that you loved her unconditionally. And it was so fucking worth it, because here you were. Ready to start a new chapter in your lives, together.

Melissa blinks and turns her head to look at you again. The small rays of sunshine escaped through the window reaching your figure, making you even more stunning. A true work of art.

She carefully approached and put her palm on your cheek lovingly. “Fuck. So beautiful,” she whispers running her fingers through your face. Wanting to memorize every detail of your gorgeous features.

The feeling of your wife's loving touch makes you hum in satisfaction and open your eyes slowly. And there she was, Melissa Schemmenti looking at you with all the love in the world. The scene brings an air of domesticity making your heart melt.

“Mornin’, babe,” you say with a smile kissing the tip of her nose. “Did you sleep well?”

“Buongiorno, amore della mia vita,” she snuggles into you, putting her arm around your waist protectively. “Yeah, I did.” Soft green eyes meet yours and no matter how much she was apparently content, some tears ran down her cheeks. Which didn't go unnoticed by you.

“Hey, what's wrong, Lissa?” you ask softly with a bit of concern.

“Nothing. I just love you so much,” she reveals and has something so genuinely sincere and truly in her words. The older woman was known for her tough way of acting and seeing her here by your side, allowing herself to be vulnerable without any fear of being judged or having to use her fight or fight response as a defense mechanism, made you think how lucky you were to have the redhead as your wife.

“I love you too, baby. More than anything,” you rest your foreheads together and lean over to capture her lips in a calm and tender kiss.

Her manicured hands grabbed your neck with a certain force, making you moan in her mouth.

As soon as you pull away, the emerald eyes are replaced by lust and hunger. She bites her lip and you know what that means. “Prove it then,” Melissa challenges with an arched eyebrow. “Show me how much you love me.”

“Is this a challenge, Schemmenti?” you questioned already knowing the answer.

“Maybe?” the redhead responds with a lovely pout. “C'mon, don't keep me waiting.”

You laugh, as she repositions herself in bed, putting her head back on the pillows. “Y/N,” she says looking impatient. “Come here now.” Her authoritarian tone sending chills all over your body.

Straddling her waist, you started to unbutton the buttons from her pajamas, exposing her naked torso. “You are so soft, so warm. So beautiful,” you comment between kisses, moving down to lightly nibble on your wife's neck. The act making her shiver when you bite a sensitive spot. “I’m the luckiest woman in the whole fucking world.”

She moans, struggling with the difficulty of forming a single sentence. “Baby…please, I need you. Just...”

“It looks like someone is quite needy,” you teased with a smirk continuing to explore her perfect body, placing a trail of love marks on the valley of the older woman's breasts.

As soon as your mouth covered one of her nipples, the redhead's back arched extracting a celestial sound from her lips. “Yeah,” she sighs, tangling her fingers in your hair, guiding your head where she needed it most.

Obeying her non-verbal commands, you went down to the middle of her legs grabbing her shorts, giving a wicked smile when you noticed the wet patch dripping through the fabric of her black panties.

Sliding your hands down her thighs, you spread her legs, Melissa understood the message and raised her hips, helping you get rid of her ruined underwear

“So pretty,” you murmur before tasting her, your lips soft and moist covering Melissa's pussy, your tongue exploring her folds and swollen bud. Your movements were slow, but still precise causing chills in the woman above you.

“Oh!” The redhead moaned loudly grabbing the sheets. “Fuck, more. Please more. JESUS-” she yells when you shove two fingers in her entrance and start pumping at a strong pace, without stopping sucking her.

The combination of your tongue and skillful fingers made Melissa reach the edge in seconds. “I'm gonna—” she stuttered between quick breaths.

“Be a good girl and cum for me,” you gave her a final trust, feeling her walls clenched around yours fingers and she came with a scream of your name. “I gotcha, my sweet angel,” you calm her down by placing soft kisses on her thighs and whispering sweet nothings during her high.

As soon as her panting breath stabilized again, Melissa pulled you back to lie on her chest. “That was perfect,” she speaks in a hoarse voice, completely exhausted from your activities.

“It was,” you chucked, drawing imaginary patterns on her naked skin.

She kisses your head and closes her eyes. “Ti amo infinitamente, dolcezza mia. Non hai idea di quanto sono grato di averti come moglie.”

You fell asleep again with your bodies intertwined, without worries. Just Melissa and you, enjoying each other's company. As it should be.

#melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti x you #wlw post #lisa ann walter #abbott elementary #requests 🩷

[nanowrimo]

How a First-Timer Wrimo Landed Literary Representation

NaNo participant Demi Michelle Schwartz shares her story on how NaNoWriMo helped her sign on with a literary agent! She also offers some lessons she learned from taking on the challenge — and maybe it'll inspire you too!

Are you an author with dreams of being represented by a literary agent? If so, I’m here to tell you that NaNoWriMo played a key role in my journey to signing with my agent, Michelle Jackson at LCS Literary.

I received an offer on the manuscript I drafted during my first NaNoWriMo in 2022. Fun fact, I signed my contract during November in 2023, exactly a year after writing the book. Reflecting back, there were choices I made that I hope will give you insight into how your NaNoWriMo project could lead to securing representation.

Stepping Outside My Comfort Zone

I’ve been an avid reader of young adult mysteries and thrillers ever since middle school. For this reason, I naturally gravitated to those genres when I started writing books. Still, I’ve grown to appreciate all genres from my MFA in Writing Popular Fiction program at Seton Hill University, a top one being fantasy. When I decided to participate in NaNoWriMo, I stepped outside my comfort zone and drafted a young adult Little Red Riding Hood reimagining with Greek mythology.

Exploring a different genre led to me writing the book that got me my agent. So, if you’re interested in taking the NaNoWriMo challenge, consider trying something new. Along the way, you’ll expand your creative horizons.

Planning Before Taking the Challenge

Something I noticed after participating in NaNoWriMo twice now is that planning my books led to me feeling invested in them. As authors, we always have ideas bouncing around in our heads. Some stick, and others don’t. Taking time to explore my characters, plot, world, and more made me realize how much I loved what I was creating. Before I even started writing on November 1, I felt passionate about my story.

When you’re pitching agents, your goal is to sell your story. Having such a strong belief in your manuscript will allow you to authentically query it. Passion shines through, and if you care about your book, an agent may fall in love with it, too.

Taking Time to Receive Feedback and Revise

I can’t stress enough how important it is to receive feedback on your work and do several rounds of revisions. Once you draft a book during NaNoWriMo, it may be difficult to resist the temptation to send it out right away. Rather than querying a manuscript that isn’t ready, channel your eagerness to share your work into finding critique partners and beta readers.

For my manuscript, I did a revision on my own after winning NaNoWriMo. Then, I received critiques, made edits, and repeated this process until I felt my manuscript was ready. I queried my agent in August, and she offered me representation at the end of October. I truly believe the time and effort I put into polishing my book led to getting many full requests and my offer.

If I would have pitched the draft from NaNoWriMo, I’m 100 percent sure my email would have been flooded with only rejections. So, remember to take your time revising. The wait will be worth it when you begin receiving positive responses to submissions.

Now that it’s a new year, there’s a long runway before November arrives. It’s never too early to start planning your NaNoWriMo project. Since this challenge gave me the opportunity to draft the book that made one of my dreams come true, I hope you feel inspired to take a strategic approach to your NaNoWriMo project and give it wings to soar in the publishing world.

Demi Michelle Schwartz is a young adult fantasy and thriller author from Pittsburgh, PA, represented by Michelle Jackson at LCS Literary. After earning BAs in Creative Writing and Music from Seton Hill University, she went on to pursue her MFA in Writing Popular Fiction at Seton Hill and graduated with her degree in June of 2022. When Demi isn’t working on her manuscripts, she’s busy chasing her other dream as an award-winning songwriter and recording artist.

Check out her website, Twitter, and Instagram!

Header photo by Negative Space.

#nanowrimo #now what #writing #nanowrimo experience #publishing #by nano guest #demi michelle schwartz

[unnerving-presence]

Hi, i just read the coochie unhooking and im in love omg 🥲💕 could we have another part with the huntress, pyra and a third one of your choice? Thank you, you're the best 👀💕

GAGAGAGGH YESSSS I LOVE THESE 😭 TARHOS HAS BEEN INFESTING MY BRAIN SO HE WILL BE THE LUCKY THIRD !!

ooc shit incoming this is literally abt them loving them thighs i do not gaf i tried to make them in character somewhat anyways hehe

could you tell i’m utterly obsessed w tarhos right now i wished i could’ve written more dear lord

i had already written this for huntress initially but i did want to revise it a bit to be more in character. still sort of experimenting with it all. enjoy though :)

♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎

Anna:

Straight confusion and a.. little bit of panic? She’s never had her prey attempt something like what you did. It catches her so off guard she practically thrashes around as much as you do to get you off of her. She doesn’t like feeling so vulnerable and very much does not appreciate it when you manage to escape the hook and her alike. She can’t shake that ghostly feeling of your thighs around her. It’s like you’re still there. She can’t discern whether she likes the feeling or not.

You’re interesting prey, prey that she enjoys hunting. She mostly does it for necessity and to please the Entity, but she likes you. She likes that. She especially likes your drive to survive. It amuses her, makes her curious about you. Anna would be angry about the ordeal thinking about it, but it simply makes her intrigued now. She simply can’t brush aside the concept of your thighs around her. It was like a warm embrace she hadn’t felt since she was a child. She likes it.

She decides she will observe you more. Watch as you speak in a language she doesn’t understand and interact with those she sees as nothing more than human animals. You’re afraid, but you’re also determined. It’s cute. Perhaps she’ll conveniently place herself near the hook she puts you on next time, just to feel you fight to survive, just to feel those thighs around her again.

Pyramid Head:

Pyramid Head would have absolutely never expected this to happen.. ever? Considering his absolute fridge of a head he’s.. startled to say the least that you managed to both effectively wrap your thighs around him AND have enough leg strength to take him down AND unhook yourself. It doesn’t all come to mind at first but he’s definitely a bit aroused. Unfortunately, that is an emotion that fades quite quickly. He has a job to do, he would very much like to get back to that. If he could get back up from the ground from his big ass helmet holding him down 😭

Pyramid Head is simply indifferent about the situation. A tiny bit excited at the though, but would quickly move on. It would certainly stay in his mind if you had done it several times over though. Some part of him is glad he has this unbearable helmet over his head, he might have had a full system shutdown had your thighs gotten too close to his face, though your thighs being around him in the first place is more than enough to turn him on a bit, not that he acts on it of course. He prioritizes his role in this realm more than anything else.

Though he won’t pass up the opportunity to listen to your cries of pain if given the chance. They didn’t mean much to him before. But now he rather likes the sound. He’d even say he rather likes you more than anything else. Maybe he should stick extra close to you from now on. Perhaps you’ll try other suggestive methods of trying to escape him. Either way, it feeds into his desire to punish and his desire for you.

Tarhos Kovács:

Tarhos is trained for moments like this, when the enemy has the upper hand. He cut through hundreds of swordsmen far more experienced than you could ever wish to be. He wields his imposing claymore and knows he strikes fear into those that dare cross him. He is anything but one to be so easily defeated. It should’ve been impossible for him to be taken down by someone in such a pathetic position as yourself. It has to be the Entity’s assistance. It has to be. He can barely get himself together again before you dash up the stairs and out of his reach. He grumbles and pushes himself up off the ground, more determined than ever to put you in your place.

You don’t survive the trial, but it’s very clear you did something to him. He’s angry, but there’s some other emotion, like a smoldering fire that was once not even worth a passing glance had suddenly burst into a wildfire. It could be confused with bloodlust. He can barely tell the difference between the two until he sees you again by the campfire next to those worthless maggots. He watches only for a moment and in that moment he wants more. He wants more of whatever you did to him.

He will never come to terms with these feelings. He believes it’s your fault. Your existence shouldn’t even be welcomed in this place. You can so easily disrupt the balance of death, sacrifice, bloodshed. He wants nothing to do with you if you think you can deter him from his rightful privilege of endlessly butchering such peasants as yourself. He hates you more than he hates Vittorio, he thinks. Vittorio was an imbecile who thought he had the answers to peace. But you? God, you actually do something to him and you don’t even have to try.

#dbd x reader #dead by daylight x reader #the huntress x reader #dbd anna x reader #pyramid head x reader #tarhos kovács x reader

[feelbokkie]

괜찮아 잡아줄게 (It's okay, I'll catch you)

☀️Feelbokkie M.list☀️

**Requested**

If it’s not too much to ask, can I request a Jisung one shot with prompts 8, 12, and 16? Maybe the reader is having a bad panic attack and her bf Jisung is the only one who can calm her down? Love your writing 💕

genre: angst, hurt/comfort, a smidge of fluff at the end as a treat

pov: 2nd person

description: You're having a panic attack and the only only one who can calm you down is your boyfriend Jisung. (title is a lyric from Grow Up) (not proof read)

pairing: bf!jisung x fem!reader

warnings: swearing, reader is having a panic attack (DNI if you might get triggered)

word count: 2,950

©feelbokkie (2023) — all rights reserved. reposting/modification of any kind is not tolerated.

You were sitting at the dining room table in the dorm ,that you share with your boyfriend Jisung and three of his group mates, typing furiously on your laptop. You had several assignment deadlines all due within the next couple of days, including your 2 year long thesis. After 4 long years of university, you were finally graduating, if you managed ro get all your assignments in on time and your thesis submitted. 

You’re not sure how or why you’re so behind on your studies. Sure, you weren’t the most organized person, but you you always did a little bit of work that way when you inevitably had to sit down and work on whatever assignment you procrastinated, you were ready to go. You pride yourself on “working well under pressure” despite it giving you major anxiety and a few minor panic attacks. Your thesis, despited being the culmination of your entire university experience, was no exception to that. You had done your research for your topic. Most of the first year you started working in it was spent collecting articles and data and saving it for later when you would actually start writing. You were supposed to start writing in January. But you kept pushing it off since the submission deadline wasn’t until April. 

That’s how most of the semester went when you realized that none of your professors cared about when you got your assignments in. As long as you turned something in, and it looked like you put effort, you got an A. Unlike your assignments, your thesis had to be read and approved by academic readers before you could submit it and you had only emailed them twice the whole semester with 2 half asses drafts. You decided to pull several all nighters last week to get a complete 60 paged draft roughly two weeks before the deadline so you would have time for revisions. You managed to email it to them exactly a week ago today, now you were anxiously waiting for your feedback. The problem is, they were taking too long and the thesis is due Monday. Normally, they would email you back 1-2 days after you email them a draft, even with your longer papers. It scared you to think that they’re taking 7 whole days this time, leaving you roughly 5ish days to work on revisions, not counting the turn around time for them to send you more feedback. While waiting, you pulled even more all-nighters to catch up on your other assignments that got neglected of the past few weeks. 

Jisung had been good with leaving you alone the past few weeks while you worked. All of your roommates were. Hyunjin mostly stayed in his room like normal, only coming out every few hours to eat and socialize before returning to his room. Changbin is gone most of the day, either working out or exploring the out world. The few time’s he’s been home he tried to stay quiet and out of your way. Chan also spends a lot of time either in his room or at the studio. He even offered to let you use his room to do your homework in while he’s at the studio so the others were less likely to bug you. Jisung, being a bit more needy than the other three men, stayed near you most of the time. Like reading manga at the table while you worked or watching something on his computer either at the table next to you on the floor. He also makes sure you eat and get some sort of snack. He often would have to come beg you to get some sleep, promising to wake you up at a certain time so you could get back to work. Right now, he’s at the convenience store getting lunch for the two of you.

Taking a break from writing, you check your email for the 15th time today. Seeing an email from your academic advisor at the top makes your heart drop. You waste no time opening the email, eyes quickly scanning the words. Making sure you were reading everything properly, you re-read the email.

“Hey, how are you doing with your homework?” Hyunjin pats your head as he walks by, finally leaving his room for the second time today.

“Everything is okay,” You mutter back, finally opening the comments that your readers left on your paper.

Hyunjin stares at you for a second. He knows that you definitely didn’t answer the question he asked. He debated if he should press you or continue on like nothing happened. He knew you were stressed, all of your roommates did. So he brushed it off as you being too engrossed in your assignments and continued on to the kitchen to make himself something to eat.

“Everything is okay,” You mumble to yourself.

Everything is not okay. Your advisors had completely torn your paper apart. You knew there were issues with it, it was only natural that you hadn’t written a perfect complete draft after multiple sleepless nights. You expected it. What you hadn’t expected was being told that your paper was so bad that there would be no way for you to fix it in time for the Monday submission deadline and you would instead have to work on it over the summer. It’s not good enough. You’re not good enough.

“Everything is okay,”

“Did you say something?” Hyunjin calls from the kitchen. He was debating if he should just give up on the idea of making something to eat and just order food.

You could feel your heartbeat getting faster at the notion that everything not being okay, like it would beat out of your chest at any second. You can feel your hands becoming cold and clammy. You slowly wipe your hands on you pant legs, trying to calm yourself down. If you don’t do something—anything to calm down, you’re going to have a panic attack. You need cold water. You quickly stand up, legs feeling like jelly, and make your way to the kitchen.

You walk straight past Hyunjin, who was now finishing ordering himself food, and grab a cup from the cabinet. He pays little attention to you as he focuses on the menu, debating if he should just order dinner as well. He doesn’t see your hands shaking as you take the cup to the sink and fill it with ice and cold water. He doesn’t even look up at you until the combination of your sweaty, shaking hands and the heaviness of the cup makes you drop it, shattering it across the floor.

“Everything is okay,” You can’t even get a cup of water.

Hyunjin rushes to get the broom while you drop to the floor and start picking up the shards of glass. Your heart is beating even faster now, you can feel it in your ribcage, and now you’re breathing quickly. 

“Y/n, I got it, move,” Hyunjin playfully pushes you away with the broom except, you don’t budge. Instead your chest tightens and your breathing quickens even more.

“Y/n? Chan hyung!” Hyunjin drops the broom and come next to you as he watched you cut yourself on a piece of glass and still try to clean, finally understanding that everything is not okay.

Chan rushes out of his room at the sound of panic in Hyunjin’s voice. He stops when he sees you sitting on the floor, hyperventilating and holding glass in your bloodied hands while Hyunjin slowly rubs circles on your back. He kneels down on the other side of you and carefully pulls the glass shards you are holding out of your hands.

“What happened?” Chan doesn’t take his eyes off you.

“I don’t know! She dropped the cup and started having a panic attack.” Hyunjin says, standing up. 

“Where’s Han?” Hyunjin hands Chan a towel for your hand. The cut isn’t bad enough for you need stitches, but it is still bleeding.

“He went out not too long ago.”

“Call him, now. Y/n, hey, let try to take a deep breathe…” Chan now focuses all of his attention of calming you down.

The boys know you’re prone to panic attack, especially when you're stressed. They also know that Jisung is the only one who is able to properly calm you down if you weren’t able to stop the attack from happening in the first place.

“…Don’t panic, but you need to come home right now…It’s Y/n, she having a panic attack…Chan hyung is with her right now but it seems really bad this time…Yeah, okay see you soon. Hyung, Han said to try that 333 thing.” Hyunjin slides his phone back in his pocket before picking up the broom again and trying to clean up the broken glass.

“Yeah, right, okay, um… Y/n, can you tell me three things you see?” Chan was now sitting right in front of you, hands on your wrists stroking a finger back and forth trying to calm you down a bit.

“Everything…is…okay,” You choke out, tears now falling down your face. Chan starts to worry more now. In all the times he’s seen you have a panic attack, he’s never see you reduced to tears. He quickly shares a look with Hyunjin who was now done cleaning the glass and getting a mop for the water.

“Yeah, you’re right everything is okay. Why don’t you just tell me three things you can hear instead?” 

“Can’t breathe,” Your breathes become shorter as the pounding in your chest gets even stronger, practically blocking out all outside sounds.

“Let’s just take one deep breathe. Can you do that for me? I’ll do it with you, c’mon,” You try to follow Chan’s lead and take a deep but choke instead and start crying harder.

“Hyung…” Hyunjin softly calls out. He’s one of your best friends and he hates seeing you in distress like this.

“Yeah, I know. Just go wait by the door so you can let Han in when he gets here. Y/n, it’s okay. Let’s try that again but slowly this time.” Chan was no longer concerned that you were having a panic attack, but that you might actually make yourself pass out this time. He slight moves his body so that he could catch you if you went down.

A few minutes later, Jisung runs into the dorm out of breathe. Hyunjin points to the kitchen and takes the bag that was in his hands. Jisung quickly kicks off his shoes and rushes into the kitchen where you were now full on sobbing on the floor. He wastes no time sitting in front of you and cupping your face.

“Sungie?” Your tearful eyes meet his concerned ones.

“Hey princess, what’s going on?” His thumb swipes over your cheek, briefly breaking the flow of tears. Chan finally gets up from the floor and leaves the two of you in the kitchen alone. He sits with Hyunjin in the living room, making sure to keep an ear out in case he was needed again.

“Everything is okay,” You repeat. At this point, you weren’t sure if you had been telling everyone else that everything was fine or if you were trying to calm yourself down.

“Everything is okay, let’s try to focus on your breathing so that everything can be even more okay.”

“I—I can’t, it hurts. Like my chest is going to explode. I think it actually might this time.” Jisung’s left hand leaves your face and gently lands on your chest with slight pressure. The fact that he could feel how hard your heart was working worried him. He quietly decided that if he couldn’t calm you down in 20 minutes, he’d call for an ambulance.

“You’re safe here. I won’t let anything happen to you.” He reassures you. Your eyes start to wander around the kitchen, remembering everything you had to get done today.

“I broke a glass…and I still have so much homework to get done.” Your breathing quickens yet again and you cry even harder.

“Hey, just look at me. Forget everything else. The glass is already taken care of and we can worry about your homework a little later. Right now, I just need you to touch my hand. Can you do that for me?” His right hand leaves your face. He holds up next to him, like he’s awkwardly waving hi, and waits for you to touch it.

“Ji, I can’t,” You whimper.

“Yes, you can. I know you can. Just listen to my voice. Take a deep breathe in and when you touch my hand, let that breathe out. Okay?” He slowly takes a deep breathe in and you follow suite. Your shaky hand meets his steady one and you let out the air you were holding in.

“Good girl,” He moves his hand to a new position, “let’s do that again.”

You repeat your actions, taking a deep breathe in and letting it out once you touch Jisung’s, until your breathing becomes less labored. His left hand never leaves your chest, acting like a weight blanket with the amount of pressure he was adding. He was afraid to actually put a real weighted blanket on you in your current state.

“Feel a little better?” Jisung asks, still continuing to have you follow his hand. You just quietly shake your head yes. Your breathing had regulated and your heart had slowed down to a normal pace.

“Can you get up?” You shake your head yes again.

“Okay, let’s get you up so we can take care of that hand.” Jisung gets up first and helps pull you up. He leaves out a hand for you to take. Instead you grab his sleeve and allow him to lead you out of the kitchen.

The two of you walk past Chan and Hyunjin who were quietly talking on the couch. Jisung quietly gives them a look of appreciation and that everything is good before taking you to the bathroom. Once inside he helps you sit on the counter, careful to make sure you don’t see yourself in the mirror. Worried that if you saw the state of yourself, you might start panicking again. You had calmed down significantly, but you were still crying and that worried him.

“Do…do you want to talk about what made you panic? It’s okay if you don’t.” He pulls out the first-aid kit and starts cleaning your cut.

“I”m not good enough,” You simply choke out.

“What makes you say that?” That’a one of the things you love about Jisung. He never jumps to reassure you when you doubt yourself, he tries to understand why you’re feeling a certain way first.

“My thesis is shit and my readers say there is no way for me to fix it in time for submission on Monday so I’ll have to do it during the summer. And I don’t know what that means for graduation next month because we’ve already booked the venue for the dinner and my family already bought their tickets and booked their hotel rooms and if I tell them I can’t graduate anymore then they’ll be disappointed and I’ll be proving them right about every decision I’ve ever made—”

“Breathe, Y/n, just breathe…” He doesn’t even look up as he wraps your hand with a bandage.

“Everything is falling apart, Ji.” He cleans up the first-aid kit and then grabs a clean wash cloth from under the cabinet, wetting it with water from the sink.

“Let’s just take everything one step at a time, okay? You already caught up with all your late work, right?”

“Yeah,”

“And you were just trying to get ahead on your last few assignment?”

“Yeah,”

“I’m sure they’ll still let you walk at graduation and just hold onto your degree until you turn in your thesis. Tomorrow, I will help you contact your school to figure that out. Today, let’s just focus on getting you better. You haven’t been sleeping much the past couple of weeks. Let’s just take the rest of the day to rest.” Jisung takes the washcloth and wipes your face, cleaning the tears.

“But Jisung, I can’t—”

“How about we take a small break and you take a nap? And then we can go from there? I know how much it drains you when you have a panic attack.”

“Okay, just a nap.”

“And lunch, you also need to eat too. We can eat in our room if you want. I got some gimbap and ramyeon.”

“Okay, food and a nap.” Jisung takes you back to your shared room and sits you on the bed. He wraps you in the weight blanket that you two use when one of you are feeling anxious. He kisses your forehead before leaving the room for a little bit.

When he comes back he’s carrying two bowls and the bag he had earlier. He carefully sets the food on the table that you bought so you could work while in bed before sitting down in front of you. He watches as your still shaky hands grab the chops sticks and fail to get any noodles before he slowly offers to feed you.

“Do you want me to help you with your homework? I know I’m not the best with school stuff but I’ll try to help you any way I can.” He says, taking a bite of his own food.

“I think I’ll be fine after some rest, but can you just sit with me later while I work maybe?”

“Of course, anything for you, jagi.”

—

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[stilespeters]

As it was

pairing: Kit Walker x fem!reader

a/n: This was one of my drafts that I finally managed to finish after like 6 months. Anyway its long as hell and I reread and revised it like 100 times. Send help

word count: 8298💀

summary: The relationship of you and Kit is put to the test when Kit is framed for the Bloodyface murders. Once he is let out from hell on earth, you two try and mend what's broken and reminiscence about the last night everything was still normal.

warnings: none really

3 months ago

“Something smells good mrs. Walker. I’m starvin’.” Kit closed the door and placed his car keys on the counter. You were standing near the dining table with your back towards the door, and as your head turned, you saw him remove his jacket. 

“I made your favorite, lasagna.” his face lit up and he smiled as he walked towards you in your one story house.

“I made it with extra cheese, just how you like it.”

“You know me so well,” 

He stood behind you and you felt his breath on your neck as his arms snaked around your waist, making you shiver and sigh. You have known him for a long time, but every time he touched you felt like the first time. His hands then moved to your shoulders and he massaged them while planting kisses in your neck.

“You look absolutely gorgeous,” he hummed as he wrapped his arms around you and leaned his head on your shoulder “Are you on the menu?” 

“Nope.”

“Well that's too bad. Can’t I have you as first course?” his voice was low and his fingertips left trails of circles on your arm as he continued to trail kisses on your exposed neck. He had tried it many times before when he came back from work. He would tease you and before you knew it a small peck on the cheek turned into a make out session on the table. A little while after, your feet would inevitably dance to the bedroom. 

There were multiple times where you had tried to resist, but Kit Walker was simply irresistible. This time however, you succeeded and you turned around to face him while holding his hands. “I thought you were starving, what about the food?”

He gave a cheeky smile while downcasting his gaze to your lips. “That’s not what I’m hungry for.”

You weren’t falling for his trap. You weren’t falling for his dark, half lidded and sultry eyes. You weren’t falling for his low sexy voice. You weren’t falling for his pink lips and sexy, tousled, golden brown hai-

Focus!

You had to get your mind out of the gutter and be strong.

“But the lasagna is gonna get cold.” his fingers danced on the skin of your arms, but he didn’t go further. “So we better make it quick.” He waited for your approval to go further.

Why did he have to make this so hard?

As he leaned down to kiss you, his lips barely grazed yours before you gently pushed his chest. His lips were pouted as he stared at you. “Mr Walker,” your voice became serious as you raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms “First lasagna.”

“First lasagna.” he repeated and you smiled at that. He pulled the stool for you to sit down. It was something he always did, a small but sweet gesture.

When he took the first bite, he moaned and closed his eyes. “Everytime you make lasagna it gets tastier and tastier. It’s pure heaven.” 

You took a bite of your own and your lips curled as you watched him. “So how was work?”

He went quiet for a second. “It was alright, the same as any other night. It was busy though.” He left out the part where Billy and his friends scared the crap out of him by stealing Al’s gun from the safe. Kit knew you weren't too fond of them. They were nothing but pure trouble. They were always trying to drag Kit along with them and clearly they didn’t understand or see the discomfort he projected. 

Billy had also tried several times in the past to make advances towards you and Kit knew that you were uncomfortable. Even at the gas station he made a remark about giving you a visit when Kit was at work, and when Kit got mad, Billy said he couldn’t take a joke.

Just the thought of it made his blood boil.

“What about you? How was your day?”

You set down your fork and chewed the last bit of lasagna. “I cleaned the house, I did some reading in the garden, got some groceries for tomorrow and I watched My fair lady. I believe the name of the actress was Audrey Hepburn, I read an article about her. Lovely actress," you paused, “Oh and I fixed the shower.” 

Kit looked up from his food and swallowed the piece of lasagna in his mouth. “Really? That's great.” Tonight, Kit was supposed to look at the shower which seemed to be defective, but you had spare time and decided to see for yourself. Turns out you were quite a handy woman.

“How did you fix it?”

“I tightened the loose pipes and the noise suddenly just stopped. It took me a while to figure out, but I had enough spare time.”

"Wow-" Before he could say anything else, you continued.

“-I also got the wine stain from your shirt.”

Kit smiled brightly at hearing what you did today and he felt proud that he was able to say that you were his girl. Not a lot of husbands can tell to their colleagues that their wife fixed the shower. He placed his hand on yours from across the table and drew light circles on your knuckles -something he always tended to do.

 “What would I do without you.”

The corners of your mouth curled upwards at the sight of your husband’s excitement.

“Without me, you’d probably come home to an empty and quiet house after work,” you shrugged “Or to another woman’s arms.”

He grimaced at that and shook his head. “The thought of that makes me want to vomit.”

“Not over the food, please.”

He mimicked vomiting over the lasagna and you swatted his arm lightly as you gasped melodramatically. “Kitson Henry Walker, are you insulting my cooking?”

“Oh I wouldn't dare.”

“Good, because I don't take insults lightly.” You crossed your arms and tried to act serious, but Kit saw right through you and chuckled.

“Sure you do.”

You let out another playful gasp and sat back in your chair. “Excuse me? Without me you wouldn't get the privilege to taste the best food in Massachusetts.”

“Well luckily I don’t have to worry about a world without you.” 

“You’re right. I’m afraid you’re stuck with me for a long time.”

“Dang it, that reeeaally sucks.” his lips were in a thin line and you couldn't help but break character and laugh. Shortly after, Kit joined in and together you ate the last bits of your lasagna.

As you looked at him while he ate your food, you felt like you were in a trance.

Your sister had told you once that you two were made for each other because you two shared the same interests, had the same humor, and basically were each other's equal. She had said it was almost creepy how perfectly you two were together.

However when you and Kit announced your engagement, your sister had told you how she had experienced her past marriage.

After being mrs. Walker for two weeks, she came over from California and had said that once the newlyweds phase was over, the relationship would falter quickly until it’s a repetitive bunch of torture until you both perish. She said nothing good lasts forever, and once everything feels perfect, something happens that breaks everything down.

She had promised you that a day would come where the passion that once burned like a forest fire, would quickly become smoke to ash.

You refused to believe it and you were right to do so. You were in a relationship for 5 years with Kit, having met when you were both 18 when Kit's friends introduced you to each other at Benny's barn. Ever since you made it official, the passion between the two of you had never once faltered. Not even a tiny bit.

You believed that nothing wrong could happen, and that even if something small happened, you’d still love him unconditionally. This man could do literally anything and you’d still love him. Him just breathing made you swoon. You were still as much in love with him as the day you first saw him.

When you both finished your food, you stood up to do the dishes. You always wanted to finish something immediately so you could have time to relax, but as your feet moved to the kitchen, Kit stopped you.

“Wait.” He stood up and walked to the door. You couldn't exactly see what he was doing as you tried to peek over his shoulder, but you heard the clear sound of a paper bag.

“I got you something.” You now noticed the paper bag in his hands and your heart melted. “Oh Kit, you shou-” 

“-Before you decline my gift because your heart's way too good and you feel bad because you feel like you owe me, I saw this in the store in town and immediately thought of you. I had to buy it for you.” 

“To what do I owe this?” 

“Well, I came home just now and the most amazing woman to ever grace the earth made my favorite meal, plus she looks and smells amazing. I just couldn't find a better moment.” Your heart melted.

“My beautiful girl deserves everythin’.”

Your cheeks almost hurt from how wide your smile was. “I already got my everything in front of me.”

To that, he pressed his lips against yours and sighed heavenly before handing you the paper bag. You gave him a knowing look as he stared down on you in anticipation, and you opened it. When you saw the object in it, your eyes went big and you squealed in excitement.

“Oh my god, Kit. Is this what I think it is?” You had a sealed vinyl in your hand and Kit nodded happily as he took in your reaction. 

It was a popular song that had just been released and was your favorite to sing along when it came on the radio. Kit had noticed how your face lit up and how you upped the volume every time you heard it in the car and so he decided to save up on the side to get it on a vinyl for you. 

You immediately hugged him tightly before moving towards the phonograph and placing the vinyl in the holder. As the music filled the room, you swayed your head to the rhythm and walked back to Kit. “Thank you, I love it!”

He smiled widely and grabbed your hand as you spun around in the living room to the music. Kit sang along as he pointed a finger at you.

“Pretty woman, walking down the street. Pretty woman, the kind I’d like to meet. Pretty woman, I don’t believe you, you’re not the truth. No one could look as good as you.”

You had danced and twirled for a while, the dishes long forgotten, and the ends of your dress lifted as you twirled and twirled. Together you swayed to the rhythm and sang along. 

As the song came to an end, Kit placed another vinyl that you got for him a few months ago for his birthday. Together you slowly danced to ‘At last’ by Etta James, and when you closed your eyes as you held on tight to him, you felt like nothing could tear you two apart.

Your cheek was pressed against his chest while his chin rested atop your head, and his hand was on your back whilst his other hand was tangled with yours. The music was soft, the black sky outside was contrasting with the lights, and the cold you felt just an hour ago when you were alone had been long forgotten the moment his eyes met yours from across the room. 

You felt his heartbeat hammer at a rapid pace and when you looked up at him, you saw he was already smiling down at you. “Hi.” You whispered and he chuckled, the sound vibrating through your entire body.

“Hello gorgeous.” His eyes darted from your piercing eyes to your lips and he admired every detail of your face. At that moment he wondered how he was the one to end up with you. How he was the one to dance with you at this very moment. He didn't know how he got so lucky, but he was relishing and enjoying every second.

Oh how he wished he could stop time to stay like this forever.

You had noticed his eyes scanning you and you tried to find a reason as to why he was doing that. Before you could ask though, he already gave an answer.

“You are so beautiful.”

Your faces were close, but far away enough to see every detail. You could see the look of adoration and as you scanned his eyes, you couldn't find a sliver of doubt or falseness to his statement. The only thing noticeable was his expression that changed to a sly smirk as he leaned a bit down to whisper in your ear. “And hot.”

“I’m beautiful and hot?” You raised an eyebrow suggestively.

“Mhm,” he leaned back and again, traced light circles on your lower back. “I don’t know if I want to tear off your pretty dress right now or take you to the finest restaurant in town. Perhaps both.”

“Is that a promise, Mr Walker?”

He simply stared into your soul and leaned down to try and kiss you. However, you placed a finger on his chest and had a smirk on your face, making his brows furrow in confusion.

“I’m sorry to inform you but I bought this dress just last week. Can't have you ruin it.”

"I'll do more than just ruin your dress." He concealed it as a joke but he was serious. You snorted and looked at you feet. "No but in all seriousness, I’ll buy you a new one.”

“As tempting as it sounds, I’d rather just shimmy out of it. We could go to a restaurant tomorrow though.”

He chuckled and put away a loose hair that fell in front of your face. “Orrrr, we could go to a restaurant every night so you never have to cook again.” You could hear the sarcasm in his voice and your lips were in a thin line as you stopped dancing.

“Kit.”

“Yes.”

“Are you insulting my cooking, again?”

“I wouldn't dare, miss. You make the best food in the entirety of Massachusetts.” He recited the words and you had a satisfying and proud smile.

“That’s what I like to hear.” 

He grabbed your hand and twirled you around, and as the song in the background came to the bridge, you went back to just slowly swaying to the music.

“By the way, I think you’re beautiful too.”

“I’m beautiful?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever been called beautiful.” he mused as he recalled the hundred times you have called him handsome in his head. 

“Now you have.”

He leaned down and kissed your forehead before you pressed your cheek against his chest again, his hand cradling your head. As your head was faced to the side, you saw the newspaper you read this afternoon lay on the little table next to the chair. 

“Oh by the way, I saw in the paper that tomorrow there will be shooting stars visible for us. Shall we go to the barn and watch em?” 

“I’d love too,” He smiled, but then remembered that the barn was 30 minutes away if you took the fastest route. Taking the fastest route also meant that you had to walk by Billy’s house. It made Kit remind him that he had to get rid of Billy and his obnoxious friends.

“What's wrong?” You saw the creases in his forehead as he frowned. It looked like he was thinking hard about something.

Kit contemplated whether or not to say it to you, but he figured you should know what was happening. “Billy showed up again.”

Your eyes immediately widened “Kit-”

“-I know what you’re thinking, but calling the cops isn't gonna help. They're just gonna brush it off like last time. Billy and his group haven't committed a crime."

You let out deep sigh and bit the inner sides of you cheek. Kit held your hands and again, rubbed soothing circles. "Maybe it's time I confront them."

Your head snapped up to meet his eyes. "What? No, that's dangerous you know how Billy is. He is as violent as he is stupid and he doesn't know what 2+2 is. 'Talking' to him is equivalent to a fist fight."

"Perhaps you're right, but I know Billy since high school. He wouldn't go that far," He didn't sound that sure of himself "The sooner they are out of our lives, the less worry we have on our plates. I know Billy works at his father's 5 and 10 store. I can pay him a visit after my own shift at the gasstation." He saw that you weren't buying it. "You hate confrontation as much as I do." You answered and Kit sighed.

"Billy is the ringleader, once I talk to him all the others will go away as well. They can’t keep bothering us, it has to stop. Clearly ignoring them isn't gonna help.” You continued to stare at him blankly before you looked away. You didn't like the idea one bit. However, Kit knew Billy and you didn't. Perhaps Kit was actually right. "Baby," Kit placed his finger on your chin and made you look at him again. "It makes me feel like I can't protect my own family."

You had a gnawing feeling in your gut. You didn't want to see him get hurt, but you knew he was capable of handling the situation by himself. You hated that the police were useless in this situation and so you cursed softly. “Okay, fine, but I will kick him so hard if Billy or another one of his loser friends lay a finger on you.”

“Y/n-”

“No Kit, I don’t want anything happening to you, I don’t want to ever see you get hurt. You’re too valuable to me.”

Kit knew that arguing wouldn't progress the conversation so he nodded. 

“Okay.” You were happy that Kit agreed, however just the thought of something going wrong and Kit getting bruised or worse clouded your mind. You didn’t notice it but your eyes were downcast on your feet and Kit placed a finger under your chin to lift your head up. “Hey, we’re still going to watch the stars tomorrow at the barn, I promise.”

His thumb brushed over your cheek and you held his wrists. “I better see you in one piece tomorrow unscathed, otherwise I’ll go to the barn myself.” You weren't actually gonna go to the barn on your own, especially at night. You just knew this was a way to make Kit extra careful. You knew he would never let you go in the dark alone. 

Just like you had predicted, Kit’s face fell into worry.

 “Y/n, promise me you won’t go to the barn on your own.” He almost pleaded.

One time when he was held back at work and returned home at 2 am on a winter night. He nearly lost his shit when he saw there was a note on the fridge. It said you went to the barn to watch the stars, and you would be back at 1, however you were nowhere to be seen. Turned out you fell asleep on the hay, and Kit was so worried something had happened to you he nearly fainted.

“Alright,” you said and Kit felt like a but was coming “I won't go to the barn myself, as long as you promise me you’ll get home in one piece. No bruises or anything else.”

He knew he couldn't promise that. He knew the way billy’s mind worked. He was unpredictable and so he knew there could be a chance Billy would try and punch him. But there was also a chance that he would actually listen. It was a 50-50 chance.

Kit wanted to promise you that he wouldn't get hurt, but he just knew that he couldn't. He had always been honest with you about everything. He wasn’t gonna lie today.

“I promise I’ll try to avoid a fight.” He pledged and even though it wasn't the answer you wanted, you knew that it was all he could promise for now.

“Then I won’t go to the barn by myself.” 

He grabbed your shoulders firm but delicately. “Y/n,” he said in a very serious tone. “Promise you'll wait for me, okay? Promise.”

You nodded. "I'll wait for you” Kit seemed partly satisfied with the answer. 

“Promise?” 

“I’ll always wait for you. I promise." You solemnly swore.

Somehow it felt like he wasn't talking about the barn anymore.

“Speaking about promises…” You tried and you had a mischievous grin plastered on your face and you leaned closer as your hands were on his chest. Kit seemed to know what you were implying and chuckled whilst looking down at your lips. However when your mouth opened, he heard something different than what he expected to hear.

“Remember 3 years into our relationship you promised we’d get a barn on our own one day so we wouldn't have to walk that far to Benny’s barn? What about we start with that idea? In the next couple of weeks? Maybe we can get some animals. Maybe a dog or something.”

“That sounds like a lovely plan.” He leaned down and kissed you. “We’ll make that promise happen soon.”

“Alrighty.” You smiled.

Both Kit and you were still standing in the middle of the living room with the music still playing, and you just held him tight and hoped the song wouldn't end. 

Kit was again, close to your ear and whispered again. It wasn’t like there was anyone around you and he was afraid they would hear, he just felt like it was intimate. “When you brought up the promise thing I actually thought you meant the other promise I made”

You decided to act dumb. “Mhm, I don’t know what promise you’re talking about.”

His hands moved to your hips and he had a tight but delicate grip. “I’ll make you remember.” 

Before you could say anything, he cupped your cheek with his palms and pressed his lips against yours. Once he pushed you against the table, your hands moved under his shirt on his abdomen and you felt him tense and inhale deeply as your fingers trailed south. His hands were on your waist, and he encouraged you to jump so he could lift you up the table and stand between your legs.

As your hands moved to the back of his head, you gave a tug, earning a soft moan and you smiled amidst the kiss.

Kit wanted to stay in moments like these forever. Moments where he forgot that he was on earth. Because his lips against yours felt like a grace of heaven that only you could provide him.

However what he didn’t know was that this would be the last day where everything was like this; normal. Because just moments after you and him redressed yourselves while still feeling the aftermath of euphoria, his whole life was about to change.

He wasn’t going to see you again, for a very, very long time. 

present time

Kit stared at what looked like a black pit in the tiny cell he stayed in. The lights were out, his back was turned towards the door and his only company was a mosquito flying somewhere near him and the yelling from other patients who were next door.

He felt like he was in an infinite loop of mental and physical torture. The longer he was here, the less sane he started to feel. 

He tried to get a grasp on something stable, but nothing seemed to help him remember the good days. The only clear thing he remembered like it was yesterday, was the last day where everything felt normal. He replayed those moments over and over again whenever he was locked up in his small windowless room inside Briarcliff. He had closed his eyes and pictured your features whilst facing the gray concrete. 

He remembered kissing your cheek before heading off to work. He remembered singing and dancing to there goes my baby in the gas station. He remembered the douchebag guy who threw his money on the ground before Kit’s feet. He remembered how Billy and his friends stopped by and asked him to jump a guy who messed with Randy’s little sister. He remembered how they grabbed the gun from Al's safe. 

He remembered when he came home whistling the first thing he saw was your pretty dress, your red painted lips and the way your hair was perfectly styled. He remembered he couldn't take his gaze off of your eyes and how he fell in love with you every time he saw you.

He remembered dancing with you to the song he gifted you, and he remembered making love to you and the pretty sounds you made as you both longed for each other.

He remembered walking to the living room in the middle of the night to grab a glass of water when he saw a bright light from outside. He remembered running into your shared bedroom only to find you sound asleep and he remembered grabbing his shotgun and seeing something that could only exist in a sci-fi film.

He remembered the last look of pure horror on your face as he got dragged into a police car.

He remembered you.

But as the lonely nights passed and time seemed forgotten, he slipped away. He still remembered parts, but it often felt like your features were slipping from his mind. He was afraid that a day would come where he wouldn't be able to memorize what you looked like. He was afraid that a day would come where your voice was merely a whisper in his mind. He knew that if that day came, he was a gone man. Because the only thing that kept him going, the only thing that truly kept him on his feet was the thought that he might see you again. Even though he knew the chances were slim, as long as you were out there, he kept faith.

Deep down he knew that the love you bore for him didn't just evaporate the moment the police stood at the door. He knew that if the role was reversed, he’d wait for you. He was certain that he would wait forever without a second thought. The only thing he was uncertain about was if you thought the same.

Guess he was about to find out when his cell suddenly opened and light hit the room like rain falls and crashes from the sky.

The door made a cringe sound as it hit the concrete, and Kit turned his head only to be blinded by the light. He saw a man walk in and he tried to blink the black spots in his vision away as he identified the intruder.

“Sign here, and here.” With no explanation given, Kit raised an eyebrow and once he saw clearly, he recognized the orderly as Owen, the prick who beat him on one of the first days when Kit was lost in the massive building. Kit also recalled Owen punching him when another patient attacked him.

Owen looked dead inside.

“What for?” Kit had asked.

“Your release papers, they’re letting you out Kit.” Owen had the most casual tone as if he just explained what he had for breakfast, and Kit couldn’t help but frown as he reluctantly grabbed the form.

“Thredson, they caught him? Lana gave them the tape?”

“Yeah, and she did one better. She blew his head off. It’s all over the papers. Reporters are hanging off the rafters, trying to sniff out the corruption at Briarcliff. That’s why you’re suddenly a free man.”

Kit wasn’t fond of Owen, and he couldn’t help but clench his jaw despite the news he just gave.

Owen threw a package on the small and thin mattress they called a ‘bed’ and crossed his arms. “Clothes from the Salvation Army, they should fit you. Just leave what you’re wearing on the bed.” Kit stared long and hard at Owen to see if he could find any hint of a joke, but strangely Kit found none. Lana had actually done it. She had exposed Thredson and freed Kit from living a long life of repetitive horror and possibly the electric chair.

Kit was handed a pen and he signed the papers, a look of confusion mixed with shock still painted on his face. He was still comprehending what had just happened. After god knows how long in Briarcliff, suddenly he was just a free man. With one sign on a paper he was allowed to leave. It felt surreal.

As he stood up, it felt like the gravity of the situation finally reached his mind. He was going to see you again. 

He was actually going to see you again after all these months, perhaps years for all he knew, and he didn't know how to feel about it. 50% just wanted to crawl into your arms and stay there for the rest of his life, but the other 50% was scared that you didn't want anything to do with him anymore. He was afraid you had moved on and forgotten about him.

The reality was something entirely different though. At the same time when Kit signed the release papers, you were sitting in the chair where you usually read the paper or a book. A cigarette was between your lips and there were dark circles under your eyes as you stared at the blank wall.

Smoking made you a lot calmer. 

Calm was something that you needed since everything in the house reminded you of Kit. The piano in the corner reminded you of him playing several songs for you to cheer you up when you were sick or sad. The large space in the living room reminded you of the countless times you had slowly danced to the most romantic songs. Hell, even the small hole in the wall reminded you of the time where you pinched Kit in the side after he had tickled you mercilessly. The little hole in the wall was created when the little stone in Kit’s wedding ring bumped into it.

The song Kit had gifted you on the last day everything was still normal, was playing in the background and you couldn’t help but go back in time to the last night you saw him. Almost every day you thought about it. Oh how you wished you could reverse time.

“Pretty woman, don’t walk away. Hey, okay. If that’s the way it must be, okay. I guess I’ll go home, it’s late. There’ll be tomorrow night, wait, what do I see? Is she walking back to me? Yeah she’s walking back to me. Oh, pretty woman.”

You sang along softly, the lyrics tattooed in your brain from replaying it over and over again the last couple of months.

As you leaned back in the chair, you wondered what you were doing with your life. Your husband was in an insane asylum, waiting to be labeled insane or sane. The former would make him a prisoner forever and the latter would make him a prisoner in the afterlife. You could do nothing to have an impact on the horrible outcomes. All you could do was wait in agony.

You tried to keep that thought in the back of your mind, and you sat there for what felt like hours. As you were ready to fall asleep due to the sleep deprivation, you heard keys jingle from outside.

You thought it was just in your head, but as the door creaked open, you suddenly became alert. The shotgun was next to the chair you were sitting in, and in a swift move you snatched it and whipped it at the person at the door.

When you saw his face however, your heart stopped. You dropped the item to the ground.

There he stood, in an outfit you didn’t recognize, wearing a face you did recognize. He had an expression that read multiple emotions, and you felt like everything around you was surreal. He had a melancholic smile and the dark circles under his eyes indicated that he was tired. His golden brown hair was longer than it was when he left, and the sparkle in his eyes didn't hold the same mischievous glimmer. he had before 

Every object in your house that fascinated you before didn't matter anymore. All that mattered now was him. All you saw was him, and it took only a few seconds to render what was truly happening.

You ran towards him and let out a cry of joy. You almost tackled him to the ground and held his body tightly against yours as you buried your face in his neck. His arms wrapped around your frame.

Kit would be afraid to crush your body in his arms, were he not weak at the moment. He had to relish the feeling of your body warmth, the way you smelled, the way your body fit perfectly in his arms. He had fantasized every night of just holding you. And now that he’s finally got that fantasy, he couldn't let go. He had to know that you were real. 

He was afraid that if he would close his eyes or let go, that you would be gone. No, he wanted to see every inch of you, feel every part of you that indicated that you were actually there.

When you took a second to look at his face, your already broken heart doubled its broken pieces and you let out a sob.

“What have they done to you?” you let out in a whisper as Kit had teary eyes. 

“Your face,” you gasped and your thumb ran across his bottom lip where a small slit was visible, however that wasn't the only gash you spotted. “What have they done to you, baby?”

At this point you were crying. All these months of worry broke you, and even after having him in your arms again, it felt like you didn't have him back. You wanted to be happy with him. You wanted to show him how much you had missed him, you wanted to show him how much you loved him.

The silence that overtook the room as your mind processed everything was was long gone when everything became clear. 

You pressed your forehead against his and Kit trembled. “It’s not me.” he whispered and you knitted your eyebrows together.

“I know, baby. I know it’s not you. I have always known you were innocent.” Kit felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders and at that moment he just broke.

He held you tighter and sobbed in your neck as your shirt was getting stained by his tears. He was glass and your words had shattered him. Every doubt he had about you not believing him was all a lie he made up in his head.

He wanted to hold himself together, but all the exhaustion and pain was overwhelming and he just couldn’t bear it anymore.

“You waited.” he breathed. 

“I promised, didn’t I?”

You had never seen him this vulnerable before. Yes, he had moments where he needed you just like you needed him, but it had never been this much before.

He looked like he had died and had been resurrected. He looked like a zombie, yet you couldn't help but smile through the tears when you noticed his familiar grin slowly appear on his face as he stared at you. 

His smile was like glue that fixed your broken state in a second. Just the familiarity of his features that reminded you of his past self. It gave you the sense of normalcy you usually felt when he came home after a long day of work, kissing your cheek and eating the meal you made him with passion.

Pretty woman was still playing somewhere in the background and after what felt like hours of standing there, you took Kit to the bathroom to clean him up.

There were no words said. In truth, no words in the encyclopedia were right at the moment.

You had both slipped out of your clothing and had stood under the shower for a long time, letting the water shower all your bad thoughts away. You noticed he had cuts on his arms, and you kissed every single one of them.

Once you got to the bedroom Kit scanned around. He never thought he would be in this room ever again. He never thought he would be with you again. He finally realized that he was actually home. He was safe.

As much as he wanted to stay awake and talk to you about everything he missed, as soon as his head hit the pillow, he was out. 

You were at his side and whispered softly as you stroke your hand over his cheek. His face expressed calmness, and you wished whatever he dreamed about was something graceful. “In this world, it’s just us. It’s not the same as it was. But it’s you and me darling. It’ll always be you and me.” You knew it will never be the same as it used to be. But as long as you had each other, things will be alright.

Your love could fight anything.

-

It had been a few days since he had arrived at your doorstep and you felt numb. Yes, you were beyond grateful that you had Kit back, but he just wasn’t the same. You knew that, but you still hoped that Kit would open up to you. He did answer your questions when you were curious, however you didn’t want to push it. You didn't want to pry because you didn’t want to evoke memories of that place when he just found the comfort of home. But you just wished that he could share the pain with you so he wouldn't have the feeling of being alone.

“Dinner is ready.” you said and you placed two plates on the dining table. Kit was on the couch and he walked over to you. “I made your favorite, lasagna.”

Kit smiled and he took a seat at the table. As much as Kit wanted to act like nothing happened, you could see that he was a lot more quiet than ever. He tried to hold himself together for you every second he spent with you, but you saw through him.

Kit didn't say anything as he took a bite, and you watched him as he continued eating at a rapid pace. He closed his eyes while moaning, and quietness overtook the room once again. 

To break the silence, you put down your fork. “I made it with extra cheese, just how you like it.”

“You know me so well.” 

He continued eating and swallowed every bit of food that was left on the plate. You simply watched him as you took small bites yourself.

Once you both were done eating, you felt like now was the right time to show him your gift. You had wanted to show him since the moment you saw him but you hadn't really found a good moment.

“I have something for you.” Kit looked at you with curious eyes.

“Really?” he was intrigued. 

“Come.” You stood up and grabbed Kit’s hand, leading him to the door that led to the backyard. As you opened the door and walked outside, it was already starting to get dark. The trees and grass were softly lit by the moonlight and when you walked the path down the little creek, you stopped.

Right in front of you was a barn. It was placed on the flat ground in your backyard, and you heard Kit let out a small gasp. 

“To make new memories in.” You eyed Kit’s gaze and it looked like he was mesmerized.

“Y/n… it looks amazing.” 

You yourself were also still looking in amazement every time you saw the creation. “Caleb and Janet helped me. I’ve been going to the barn myself every to watch the stars. I just lay on the hay or the roof and think about all the things I'm thankful for.” You grabbed his hand and stood in front of him as you let out a deep sigh.

“I want you to know that I’ve never given up on you, on us. I know that what you’ve gone through was horrible, but know that I love you. I love everything about you. And I know that it’ll take a while to be fully comfortable in our home again, but we have all the time in the world to heal. I will wait until you’re ready and together we'll get through this.” Kit’s gaze diverted from the barn to your face and after a while he gently laid his hands on your cheek. Your hand moved to his wrist to hold him and you sighed longingly when you instantly felt warm when his skin touched yours. His touch was like the sun shining brightly in the February sky.

“I wouldn’t have survived without you.” he suddenly started and his thumb brushed the skin under your eye. “You were the only thing that's worth fighting for. If I didn’t have you, I would have given up," he paused for a moment before staring into the darkness behind you. It looked as if that evoked something in him, and you could see him clench his jaw.

"The past few days everything feels safe when I'm with you. You're my anchor, you're my hope. Every time I have you in my arms it feels like everything is going to be alright. At day everything is fine, but at night it feels like the darkness swallows me whole," Kit had to gather himself to speak further "In my dreams I’m back at that place, I'm in a long hallway and I see you on the other side. I call out for you, I reach for you and you look at me like you can't see me. I'm running and running towards you to try and reach you, but as it feels like I'm getting close, I get pulled back and you slip away. It's a never ending cycle and no matter what I do, no matter how hard I run, you're fading and getting further and further away.” You gave his hand a small squeeze for support. 

He indeed had nightmares the last couple of days. Well, actually that isn't the right term to describe it. He had night terrors. Sometimes he screamed himself awake at night, looking confused around him as he expected to still be in Briarcliff as he was held down. In reality, you were calming him down by holding him your arms and telling him it was alright, that he didn't have to be afraid anymore. He would gradually calm down when he placed his head on your chest and would eventually fall asleep to your soft and sweet whispers.

"I'm here, baby. I'm not going anywhere." You moved closer to him and held his hand. His touch made his gaze divert from the black abyss towards you. Your sweet eyes pulled him back, your touch made him feel like he wasn't alone again.

You could never understand what he had gone through. You could never understand the levels of pain he had to endure, the feeling of drowning in an endless well of despair. But you were willing to listen and console. You were willing to do anything to never make him feel like that again.

“It’s over,” you whispered. “It’s time to heal. It’s time to let go.”

“I don't know if I can.”

“That’s okay,” you went through Kit’s hair and planted a kiss on his cheek. “We take little steps, it might take a while, but we have forever in the future. As long as you have me, you don't have to suffer alone.”

He was like a vase that had broken into thousands of pieces. Shattered beyond repair. It felt like his mind was decaying from the torture he endured.

"The things they did to me, the things they did to the others-"

“-You don't have to share that chapter with me yet if you're not ready."

He was silent before he whispered. “I want to.”

He cleared his throat and after a few minutes of gathering his thoughts, he started talking while the moonlight shone on his face.

You listened to every single word he said, and when you had said you couldn't imagine the things he’d gone through, you were far from reality. What Kit described was so morbid that your hand flew to your mouth as you gasped multiple times during his storytelling.

He had explained everything from the beginning to the end. It honestly felt like fiction, but it was a real American horror story.

You felt tears escape your eyes once again when Kit started to describe in detail what he knew. From the missing patients who were being experimented on, to doctor Thredson who was in fact the real Bloody face who carved those poor girls.

Kit's voice faltered and he couldn't seem to speak about it more.

“Give your pain to me. You hang onto me, like your life depends on it. I will help you heal again.”

He let out a soft sob to that and slowly nodded.

"I knew that if the day came where I would be the one to give into the mercy of death, the last thing I'd see before I'd leave this world would be you dancing and twirling carelessly to our song. I would have been ready to die, knowing that my last thought would be you. That's why the last night I saw you kept replaying in my mind. Everyday and everynight. "

When he mentioned that night, you got a melancholic feeling. It was the last time you two had no worries in your mind. The last time where you truly frlt like everything was normal. The only thing that felt horrible at the time was the thought of Kit confronting Billy and the thought of Kit ripping your dress.

"We made a lot of promises that night, but we never got to watch the shooting stars." You smiled at the memory and laughed genuinely for what seemed like the first time in a long time. "We can now."

You looked at him with curious eyes. "What?"

Kit gave an answer by grabbing your hand and leading you to the barn. Once you were inside, Kit looked around him and the dim lights that looked romantic. You had put them there because you had almost fallen from the stairs due to the bad sight.

You both walked to the stairs that led to the second floor. Once you were there, there was a big, open window where you two could climb out of to get to the roof.

"You built this? with little help?" He stared at you in amazement.

"What can I say, I'm quite a handy woman."

Kit smiled at how passionate and determined you were at everything. "I won the lottery of a woman."

You hid your blush by climbing out the window and placed your foot on the sturdy ledge, pushing all your weight onto your leg and grabbing a hold onto the roof. Once you safely laid on the diagonal plattform, you encouraged Kit to come as well.

You watched as Kit maneuvred on the ledge and as soon as his back his the roof, he panted a bit before he looked to his side, his eyes focussed on your side profile.

He struggled a bit due to the unfamiliarity of the structure, "If I fell to death when I literally survived the hells of Briarcliff, I would have been so pissed as a ghost."

You let out a snort that was followed by a laugh. There it was, there was the sign of Kit Walker actually coming back. That was the Kit who always made the best out of a shitty situation, the Kit who charmed you from the moment you met him at Benny's barn 6 years ago. The Kit who would do anything to protect his family. The Kit who you fell in love with 6 years ago.

Kit had joined laughing with you and you placed your head on his chest, feeling the vibrations of his chuckles through your body. Kit had always said that your laugh was contagious. Whenever you would laugh, Kit would automatically join you.

It was cheesy, and it felt like you were two teenagers in love again.

After your laughter died, you looked at the sky with a grin on your face. You were genuinely happy to be with him like this again.

"Y/n," Kit suddenly began "Can I ask you something?"

"Mhm?" You were looking at the tiny glimmers in the sky that were called stars.

“Had Billy bothered you when I was gone?” You looked at him when he mentioned the name you hadn't heard in months, and you thought about the last time you saw Billy, which was once in the pharmacy just 2 weeks after Kit was gone.

“No. He thinks I’m crazy for defending my husband who had been admitted to an insane asylum. He glared at me once when I walked into the pharmacy, but he didn't dare talk to me or come close to me. Him and his gang will leave us alone from now on, I'm sure of it.”

Kit hummed at that, and together you looked back at the sky again. That was one less problem to deal with. Kit found it comical that one big problem solved smaller problems.

There wasn't a single cloud in your view, and you held Kit's hand as you watched infinity amount of stars. After about 10 minutes, you both jerked your hands and pointed at the same thing in the sky. A shooting star!" You exclaimed and you were excited. The first and last time you saw a shooting star was the day you first met Kit. The entire group was getting stoned in the barn whilst you and Kit were on the roof. You were holding a competition who could count the most shooting stars. It had been sort of a thing between the two of you. Once in a while on date night you would just stargaze.

"Now we can both make a wish."

You closed your eyes and after a few seconds, you had made your wish.

"What did you wish for?" Kit asked, and you contemplated whether or not to tell him. After several seconds of worry that the wish won't come true if you were to tell him, you decided that that rule was bullshit.

"Kit."

"Yeah?"

"Remember all the promises we made the last time we saw each other?" "Yeah."

"Every promise was held, except for one. My wish is that the last promise we made becomes reality as well."

"What is it?"

Your cheeks hurt from smiling and Kit saw a glimmer in your eyes.

“Do you want to get a dog?”

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[rimunagenius]

The One Where You Royally Screw Up.

ʚ pairing: Kate Martin x Roommate!reader

ʚ word count: 3.1k words

ʚ warnings: RPF!! , slight smut, fingering, angst, use of ‘y/n’ if that even is one

ʚ rimunagenius speaks: part 4 is FINALLY here!! i’m so sorry for the delay, it was supposed to release friday but the cold i had thought i was getting over got worse in a span of hours so i said id release it on saturday, but i spent all my saturday in bed asleep bc i have the worst headache and nausea from the cold, and then today it was supposed to release early but the ending never got saved and i realized i had a communications test to take so i had to finish writing it and revising after…but it’s here!! finally. so this is angst so sorry, but trust, the pining and sexual tension that’s to come is gonna be worth it!!!

Part 4

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This felt wrong. You knew it wasn't the best way to cope with the feelings you had realized you were harboring for Kate.

But you needed to get over it. You couldn't possibly be this self destructive, and let yourself fall your roommate. She let you live in her apartment, and gave you grace when you didn't help pay rent for the first two months, trying to find a new job.

She deserved better than to have a friendship ruined just because you loved liked her. It wasn't fair. But this didn't feel fair to you either. Kissing Juliana in the backseat of her car was the last place you wanted to be. This should be Kate. For a moment you thought it was.

That's how you ended up here. Over the span of several months since reporting Nick, he was removed off  campus and was doing time. You and Kate had celebrated the accomplishment and never spoke about it again.

Since then you two have been a lot closer. "Sleeping over" in eachothers room. Cuddling more on the couch. It all started that night you both skipped practice. You knew where it was going, so did she. But the inevitable outcome if the actions you two were so good at doing were going to ruin you both. You couldn't have that. That's why you took Juliana up on the date two months ago. You guys made it official that month.

You couldn't have what you and Kate so desperately wanted, cause when you were getting ready, you saw the way Kate watched you. The longing looks she gave you as she sat on the couch next to you, while you did your makeup.

The way you looked absolutely gorgeous in the outfit you wore out to dinner, how she wished she was the one having you on her arm, how she was the one seen in public with you, and got to bring you home at the end of the night. But she wasn't, so she tried not to make it a thing when you came home the next morning. Or when you two made it official.

"You like that?" Juliana whispered in your ear, a small giggle escaping her lips that you could feel throughout your body.

Your panting echoed in the car, while your hands traveling all over her body. Throwing your head back, you moaned as her fingers curled inside of you, fingertips brushing against the soft spongey part inside you. "Oh—Kate." You moaned it before you could even think.

Your body froze, any expecting orgasm thrown out the window. Her fingers paused, softly but swiftly removing her fingers from your sopping cunt. Grabbing a towel in the pocket behind the passenger seat, Juliana avoided looking at you while she cleaned the remnants of you off her hands.

"So, you guys aren't just friends?" Juliana knew that you and Kate were close, she didn't mind. Really. But she saw the way you looked at Kate when she'd leave after dropping you off at class. She saw the way Kate watched everything you did with a look on her face that made it seem like you hung the moon.

"What—that's not—I didn't mean—" You couldn't even think. How could you totally embarrass yourself and do that to Juliana. You didn't even know why you said it. In the far back of your mind, you guess you wished it was Kate. But you thought that was just the mere thought of your fantasies talking.

You've imagine what'd it'd be like to sleep with Kate, hell, every gay woman in America probably has. But that was just a fantasy. You liked Jules. Atleast you thought you did.

"No, tell me right now. Are you and Kate more than friends? I need to know so I don't think I have a chance with you." Julianas eyes were pleading. Sad. She wanted you two to work; she really liked you.

"We're not more than friends." You made sure to look her in the eyes when you said it. You didn't know if it was convince her, or to convince yourself. Maybe if you looked sincere and she believed it, then you would.

"But you want to be, right? Why else would you moan her name while i'm trying to fuck you?" Juliana wasn't mad, she just wanted to know why. Why did you go through with this, sleeping with her, knowing you wished she was someone else.

You couldn't answer her. You didn't know how. You looked down, grabbing your black tank top and sliding it over your head.

"I honestly have no idea, Jules." The name suddenly felt so foreign rolling off your tongue in this context. Juliana winced at the nickname. Suddenly feeling angry about it now.

"Don't call me that. Why did you say her name?" The next pieces of clothing to go on was your black biker shorts and underwear. Fixing your white tube socks, you searched for your shoes.

"I don't know." Was that all you could say to her? She surely deserved more than what you were giving, and you sure as hell weren't giving her anything.

"Stop saying I don't know and just say you like her. That's all I need to hear." Juliana's voice rose as you grabbed your ankle boot docs, sliding them on your feet.

"I don't like her, Jules—I mean, Juliana. I don't like her, okay?" Who were you kidding? Repeating the four words wasn't convincing anyone in the car.

"Jesus Christ, Y/n! Are you fucking kidding me!?" Now she was getting irritated. "You do! There...it's out in the open. Why didn't you just tell me before letting me think that I had a chance?" Her eyes went glassy, now turning pink.

"I don't know why I said it, okay? I think I do like her, and I know it's wrong for imagining her instead of you. You don't deserve that—"

"You're right. I don't." Juliana stepped out of the car, her never taking her clothes off, only aiming to please you, missing. She held the door open, so you could slide out. "Look, I'm not mad at you. I guess it's my fault for falling for you even after I saw how you looked at her."

Watching tears fall down her face, it brought tears to yours. You didn't mean to hurt her. You should've figure your shit out before starting anything. You should've figure out your feelings for Kate.

Thinking you could fill the void with a relationship and sex with another woman, without talking to someone about how you felt, was something only transactional on your end. You hurt someone's feelings because you couldn't figure out your own. How could you jump into a relationship with her?

"No, it's not your fault. I was so stupid for starting something with you—not that you're not great, because you are. But because I should've known what I was doing was wrong. It wasn't fair to you, I'm so sorry." You wiped a tear off her face, your frown deepening as you saw the hurt in her eyes grow.

"Give yourself some grace. I wouldn't know what it's like to fall inlove with someone i've been friends with for so long. It must be hard. But just—don't do this to someone else. Figure out your feelings first." Juliana turned and opened the passenger side door, you closing the backseat passenger door. She handed you your clip and your bag.

"Figure it out with Kate." She gave you a tight lipped smile, before waking around the front of her car and getting inside the drivers seat. You nodded your head, and decided you had to tell Kate.

Walking back to the apartment gave you plenty of time to think. You've been doing that so much lately, you don't know how to anymore. What happened to you?

You haven't recorded vlogs, get ready with me's, or any content for your channel in months. Opting for the vague communication with family and friends. The spiral of trying to get Kate out of your head, and trying to shove her back into the friend zone, was so consuming. You haven't even lived your life.

You needed to say it. You needed to tell someone. You needed to figure it out.

Walking inside, you set your bag and keys down on the counter. What the fuck were you going to say? How could you tell Kate that you and your girlfriend were hooking up, and the whole time you wished it was her.

Struggling to decide on who to tell, you settled for embarrassing yourself to a friend, who you knew would help you. Scrolling to find Jadas name in your contacts, you pressed her contact and listened to the phone ring.

"Hey, Jada!" You said when she answered the phone.

"Hey! What's up? You're coming to practice later, right?" Today was an off day. You usually only ever needed to be at like two practice a week.

"Today's an off day for me, and I would go as a spectator but that's why i'm calling." You swallowed the lump in your throat and sighed. This was gonna be so awkward to explain.

"Wait so you're telling me that...you're actually inlove with Kate...but you can't tell her that and because of that, you moaned her name while you were having sex with your girlfriend? Oh, that's bad, babe." You could see her face without having to see it. When you looked down at your phone, you were correct.

"I know, I know. It's super bad. I don't even know what's worse, the fact that I did that to Juliana, or the fact that she wasn't even mad about it." Recalling earliers incident, she didn't even overreact.

"Probably because she already knew. She just didn't want to see it until you did what you did. She just wanted to keep you while she had you. I get it. Happens to the best of us." Jada nodded her head and ate chips while she watched her show.

You guys ended up Facetiming halfway through the phone call so you could give proper recollection to the incident. Jada needed to see the facial expressions and everything to give her proper advice.

"Oh my god, Jada. Why do I have to feel this way for Kate?" You put your head in your hands and cried a little. You were emotionally overstimulated, the weight of your actions now weighing on you. You looked up, looking to the ceiling. Taking a deep breath, you looked down at Jada.

"Aw, you'll be okay, babe. I promise. We are all human, we all make mistakes. Don't beat yourself up about it, just learn from it. As far as telling Kate goes, I wouldn't tell her unless you were one hundred percent sure that what you're feeling is real. And when you're ready, sit her down, don't ambush her, but sit her down and talk about it."

"What if she thinks I'm literally crazy and so weird and she kicks me out?" You started to spiral.

"Hey, that's not gonna happen. She's a very understanding person and you know that. You've lived with her all these years for godsakes." Jada slapped her hand down on her bed, flipping her bowl of chips. "Oh my god!" She screamed. You laughed at loud, watching some fly across the screen.

The front door opened, a sluggish Kate walked through the door. She had been very tired recently; basketball and finishing school were growing to be very exhausting. She watched you laugh so hard that tears were falling down your face. A scream laugh, that grew quiet, a loud gasp following which she recognized as Jada's laugh through the phone speaker. She walked over and sat down on the couch next to you, resting her head on your shoulder to say hi to her other best friend. "Hi, Jada!" She smiled big into the camera, her sleepy and drowsy mood suddenly vanishing.

You put your hand on Kate's cheek, patting it softly. You looked at Jada through the screen. Your eyes stare into hers. She nodded softly, covering it with leaning down to grab the fallen chips. You knew she was right. Kate wouldn't give you a hard time but you couldn't help but panic.

You three stayed on the phone for a little while before Jada hung up so she could leave for practice. You placed the phone in Kate's room while you sat on her bed, so she could still talk to you both while they both got ready.

Kate was on her way out the door when you stopped her, hand on her arm, "Hey, can I talk to you when you get home? It's kinda important." You were so scared to tell her. But you had to rip the bandaid off right?

"Yeah, of course. I'll see you when I get home. I love you." She closed the door behind her. You stood there for a moment, staring at the door. You had three hours to prepare yourself for tonight. How the fuck were you going to tell her?

You drove yourself insane for the last 3 hours that you were alone in the house. You cleaned the kitchen, the living room, your room, mopped the kitchen, and vacuumed every surface that could be vaccummed in the house. You took a shower, and almost changed your pajamas twice.

You finally sat on the couch, watching whatever was on, literally fucking panicking. Kate had walked through the door thirty minutes ago, cleaning herself up.

"Okay, so what did you need to tell me? You okay?" She sat on the couch next to you, smiling softly to herself when she saw you were wearing one of her old hoodies. She hasn't seen in it in so long.

"What?" You looked at her, noticing smile on her face. She shrugged her shoulders.

"Just haven't seen that sweater of mine in a long time." She adjusted how she was sitting.

"Oh, I forgot I stole this from you a long time ago." You looked to her, instantly regretting it. She was manspreading and she looked so good. You could not look at her when you told her this.

"Okay, anyways. Back to what I needed to tell you. So, Juliana and I broke up." You paused. Her face pulled into a frown.

"Aw i'm so sorry. Are you okay?" Kate reached her arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer. You didn't fight it. Choosing to lean into her touch. You closed your eyes, gathering the sheer will to be able to tell her what the hell happened.

"I'm okay, Kate. I promise. But we broke up because we were hooking up in her car, and I know you said not to give you details, but it’s relevant because I moaned your name. While she was trying to fuck me.” You finally got it out, but it wasn’t helping that Kate’s face didn’t express any telling emotions.

You lifted your head from her shoulder, wincing slightly when she immediately moved a small distance on the couch. You needed her to say something but you’d get it if she didn’t. You couldn’t begin to understand the digestion of something like this.

“Oh, wow. That’s crazy.” Kate stared blankly at her slippers that she had been wearing. She was tugging on the strings of her hoodie.

“Yeah…” You were kinda let down at the reaction she had. You were expecting an immediate blow up at what you had just announced. Or some type of general reaction.

She wasn’t saying anything. You could see the gears turning in her pretty head, but nothing was coming out of her mouth. It made you more nervous than before you even told her. “Is that it? Kate?” You watched her blue eyes meet yours.

The shade of blue so pretty, and so relaxing. “What does that mean? Why?”

“Because I love you, Kate.” The sincerity in your voice hitting her like a truck. There’s no way you were finally saying these words to her. You finally said them but at the worst possible time.

“I love you, too.” She replied in the quickness. Almost instantaneous as you said them. She loved you, possibly with every bone in her body.

“No, like, romantically. Not platonically.” You clarified to make sure you heard her correctly. She sighed before speaking.

“I know, that’s why I said it back. But you know we can’t do anything about it, right?” That’s when it hit you. She wasn’t mad, she was just playing it smart. You nodded your head shortly, looking down at your hands.

“Okay, what does that mean for us, though. How exactly are we going to live together knowing there’s something here, and not do anything about it.” You thought about it, and it made sense. The final four tournament already coming. This year was crazy and passing by so fast.

They won the Big Tem tourney almost a month ago. The stress of the biggest tournament this season was coming up and a relationship, the additional stress and possible blow up of a relationship, was hard. Cultivating a new relationship at this time was stress Kate didn’t need. You couldn’t do that to her.

Kate prided herself on being level headed. That’s how she led her team so good, on and off the court. Her ability to take accountability and responsibility was unmatched, so she couldn’t understand why coming up with this resolution was so hard.

She knew it was wrong to start something she wanted to put her all in, at this moment, because she wanted to put her all into basketball. It was more important to her at this moment in time. She knew you’d understand.

“Tell me this again in a couple months, yeah?” Kate said, a small smile on her face. Trying to lighten the mood, she held her hand out.

You looked at her and then at her hand. You shook it. It was quiet for a beat, “And about the living situation, we just do it how we’ve been doing it all these years. Day by day.” Her hand that still remained in yours, pulled your body closer to hers.

This wasn’t the way you wanted to tell Kate that you were inlove with her, that you accidentally almost got off to the idea of her when your girlfriend was indeed not her, or the fact that you couldn’t start a relationship right away. But laying here, against her side, while you sat and watched whatever was on the tv to distract from the overwhelming expression of emotions was okay for now.

You knew you just needed to give it time. You two would come together. For now, you’d just have to wait. So you both sat there, counting down the days until you knew you could be together.

It was already the most insanely slow countdown of your lives.

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[jimhines]

2022 Writing Income

It’s that time again – for fifteen years now I’ve been writing an annual blog post about my income as a writer. Money tends to be an uncomfortable, even taboo topic, but I think it’s important to help counter the myths that we’re all multimillionaires living in Glass Onion-style mansions. (Side note: If anyone wants to pay millions of dollars for my book, I’ll happily update this blog post from my private island mansion.)

Remember, every writer’s career is different, and I’m only one data point.

Prior Years: Here are the annual write-ups going back to 2007: 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2017, 2018, 2019, 2020, 2021.

In 2016, instead of a personal income write-up, I did a survey of almost 400 novelists about their income.

My Background: I’m a primarily “traditionally published,” U.S.-based SF/F author with 15 books in print from major New York publishers. The first of those books came out from DAW in 2006. I have an agent, and have been with them since about 2004.

I’ve self-published a middle grade fantasy and a few short collections. I’ve also sold about 50 short stories to different magazines and anthologies.

I’ve never hit the NYT or USA Today bestseller lists.

I’m currently the sole parent of a teenager (at home) and a 22-year-old (at college). I have a day job that’s just over half-time, both for the paycheck and the benefits.

2022 in Summary: There’s no gentle way to say this. The last several years have kind of sucked. Losing my wife to cancer in 2019 completely derailed my writing. I was hoping 2022 would be a comeback year, but life had other plans…

I did write and sell two new short stories and one nonfiction piece, which was nice. I’ve got a finished middle grade book that’s been on submission for a while. I finished a standalone fantasy that’s been sitting with my publisher for a while.

Normally, my editor is pretty quick about responding, but last year wasn’t normal for DAW, either. DAW was acquired by Astra House. A lot of their time and energy went into that deal. I’m hoping for the best, but things still haven’t settled into the new “normal.”

Last year did see the release — finally — of Terminal Peace, the third book in the Janitors of the Post-Apocalypse series. I’m thrilled and relieved to see that book in print, but it came out right in the middle of the Astra House acquisition, which may have impacted things like promotion and publicity.

I also finished the first draft and started revising a new standalone middle grade fantasy with series potential.

2022 Income: The biggest check was the publication payment for Terminal Peace. All total, before taxes and various expenses, the writing brought in $13,957.16. While that’s absolutely nothing to sneer at, and I’m grateful for the success, it’s also a dropoff from the past couple of years. To be blunt, if you look at the cumulative graph, things have been slumping a bit.

Income Breakdown:

Patreon has been a small but steady and helpful source of income. My thanks to everyone for that!

As usual, my U.S. novels are the biggest piece of the pie. The short fiction category is a bit higher this year, thanks to those two new stories. I didn’t self-publish anything new in 2022, but if that middle grade book doesn’t sell, I’d like to publish that one later this year.

Novels (U.S. editions): $8,542.83

Novels (Non-U.S. editions): $473.25

Self-Published: $1158.24

Short fiction: $892.86

Audio: $521.04

Patreon: $1668.94

Other: $700

I mentioned earlier that things have been in a bit of a slump, and I need to focus on breaking out of that. Some things I can’t currently control. Tomorrow I could wake up to an offer from DAW on the book they’ve got, and maybe an email from my agent that the middle grade title he’s been shopping around went to auction and got a six-figure advance. But I can’t make these things happen.

Priority #1 is to keep writing. If I’m not doing that, other goals are pretty much moot.

Priority #2 is to figure out some alternate options. It may be time to put more time and effort into self-publishing as a complement to my traditionally published work.

The biggest thing making me anxious is that I’m pretty much out of contract. The paperback of Terminal Peace comes out this year, but for the first time in about 15 years, I don’t have the security, the luxury, or the deadlines of a signed contract. In some ways, this is freeing: I can write whatever I want. But there’s no guarantee as to when things will see print. Submitting to the traditional publishers is a long, slow process…

From talking to other writers who’ve been doing this a while, I’ve learned that pretty much every career has its ups and downs. Personal, pandemic, and publisher issues have been a bit of a perfect storm for me these past few years, but I’m not going anywhere. After 27 years as a writer, I’m excited to see what comes next.

Wrap Up:

I hope this has been helpful. As always, feel free to share the post and/or ask questions.

[imagines--galore]

HELLO HELLO I SAW YOUR LITTLE JIM HAWKINS POST AND I GOTTA ADMIT! I LOVE THE BOY TOO!

was wondering if could request a little jim x reader who meet at the academy and have a little rivalry before becoming lovers? thanks! remember to take care, drink lots of water and stay safe!

Summary: Jim Hawkins & Y/n Y/l/n. Two of the most promising candidates to arrive at the Interstellar Academy in years. From academics to knowing their way around a ship, the both of them were on equal footing. Too bad they see the other as a rival. Then again, perhaps it was a good thing. For if they were to team up, they could conquer the entire galaxy if they wanted to. But when did that rivalry changed into something more? Pairing: Jim Hawkins x Reader Rating || Genres || Warnings: T. Romance. None. A/N: I mean who doesn't love the boy :3 Ok so the song I decided to pick is Téir Abhaile 'Riú by Celtic Woman. And I borrowed some elements from Kingdom Dance from Tangled because I love that scene. :3 And this got a little longer then I intended it to be.......I added too much detail to everything. Woops? Had a lot of fun with your request though!

You pursed your lips as you observed your reflection in the full length mirror. To say Emmy had been insistent about you donning a pretty outfit for the occasion would be an understatement. Your roommate had practically threatened you with it, saying she would no longer speak to you if you did not dress up. Honestly the female Canid didn't need to threaten you, no one could say no to her. Not even you.

So when she had dug through your closet and taken out the articles of clothing she deemed worthy for the event, you had put them on with no complain. A blouse and a corset with a skirt paired with shoes. The latter you had picked out yourself, having no desire to wear anything impractical should you need to kick someone in the nuts.

"You look gorgeous, Y/n." Parla your third roommate trained one of her several eyes in your direction, while simultaneously applying some black goo to the eyelashes of her remaining eye. "By human standards." Quel barely glanced up from where she was oiling her arms. You were thankful she was, your android roommate had a tendency to squeak when her joints would run out of oil. Emmy grinned proudly as she put the final touches to your hair and stepped away to appraise her work.

"Maybe you'll catch a sailor's eye while in town y/n." She giggled, prompting you to roll your eyes at her. "I doubt I'll have the time." You crossed your arms over your chest. "Since I will be making sure you don't run off half-drunk, Parla doesn't get in trouble because of her wandering eye and avoid Quel being stripped for parts by some con-person."

You had grown to be protective of your roommates over the years you had lived together. Emmy cooed as she reached out to embrace you sweetly. "You don't have to worry about us, honey! We've all excelled at our combat classes. Not to mention we'll have dates who can protect us." Both you and Quel glared at Emmy who only gave a nervous laugh. "Did you have to rope us all into dates?" The android asked, her mechanical voice somehow sounding annoyed. "Its best to go in a large group." Parla came to Emmy's rescue. "My grandmother says there might be some pirates or thieves in the crowd. And given the number of people that have come for the Ball, its best to find strength in numbers."

Emmy nodded enthusiastically. "Perhaps it is best to accept our fate and simply go along with the situation." Quel spoke as she stood and gently placed a hand on your shoulder. You sighed, closing your eyes briefly before shrugging and allowing a smile to play on your lips. You weren't about to be a spoilsport and ruin everyone's fun. After the month all of you had had, with the exams and revisions and tests and selecting the courses you would be majoring in, you all deserved a break.

A bright smile pulled at your lips and Emmy very early squealed at the sight. "Here's to having a night none of us will ever forget!" You stated with conviction, opening the door and leading your friends out of your shared room.

Little did you know how true those words would be for you.

                                          ————————–

The town of Aonadh enjoyed a rather prestigious position. On one hand it was the closest to the reputable Interstellar Academy. An Institute that had been thriving for years and housed the future generation of sailors for the Queen's Armada. Many living in town had relatives who went there, or had some other form of relation with the Academy.

On the other hand, the town served as a harbor for many ships. From merchant vessels carrying riches and trading goods, to the crafts bringing new hopefuls to begin the next phase of their journey. The port of Aonadh was always bustling, always busy. There was never a quiet moment. Every other hour would bring a new ship in. Either to relieve itself of its cargo, have repairs done, or pick up people who wished to travel.

Really town was a small word for Aonadh, but the people refused to call it a city. Their ancestors started as humble farmers before the location of the Academy changed their status to something more. They were proud of what they had accomplished over the years as well as their status so a town it remained. One could find almost every life form residing in town, Arcturians, Aquanogs, Canids, Centaurous, Cragorians, Densadrons, Felinids, Geeories, Humans, Macriki, Mantavors, Minotarous, Optocs, Roboticas, Sirenius, Tuskrus, Zirrelians and a hundred more. No one could remember the first specie that lived in Aonadh and no one cared. Everyone was treated on an equal footing and the town had a huge council that had a member from every specie living in Aonadh.

There were several attractions that beckoned the young Cadets at the Academy to spend their time off in town. From pubs that never ran out of ale, to shopping markets that overflowed with the finest wares. Not to mention the massive library that housed more then a million scrolls, books, hoverstories and maps. To say nothing of the lavish streets and squares where something was always happening.

Of course the ports were the most exciting place to be. One could meet new people, learn about shipping from seasoned sailors, or even catch a tour of one if a Cadet was so lucky.

At present the excitement going about had something to do with several large ships that had docked not a day ago. Ships carrying Cadets who had passed out over the years and were coming back for their annual party of sorts. The Annual Ball it was called. Held every ten years. A huge affair. One of the biggest ones to ever occur in the entire galaxy. Guests of honor and other people of importance were sent invitations, while the rest of them simply showed up. Unless they were on duty or had anything of importance to attend to everyone came.

                                          ————————–

It was certainly the busiest Jim Hawkins had seen it. In the years he had attended the Academy there had been several festivals he had attended with his friends, but not one of them came close to the excitement of today.

However that excitement had died down to be replaced by a burning annoyance at the sight of the only other human in his year. The very human who was now sitting at the same table as him, both of you sipping from your drinks.

It wasn't that you had anything against being set up for a blind date, it was the boy you had been set up with.

What existed between you and Jim was something of an anomaly. The both of you were the best in your batch, and quite frankly, some Professors seemed to be of the notion that you were both the best Cadets they had seen in years.

If only the two of you got along.

A bitter rivalry had formed between the both of you. Neither of you remembered who had taken the first shot, but all you knew was that you had to one up the other. And that was how it had been your entire career at the Academy.

Spiteful comments thrown at one another. Hateful glances whenever the other would be praised. Childish pranks just to annoy the other. Goading and baiting that resulted in either one or both of you getting into trouble.

The list was endless.

Honestly, if it wasn't so entertaining the Academy would've had taken action years ago. You often wandered if perhaps you and Jim had a betting pool going around in the Academy. Parla had dropped hints here and there, but you weren't quite sure.

Well, whatever existed between you and Jim, it was destroying your evening. As soon as it became clear who your date was, Parla and Quel had made themselves scarce, having the intelligence to stay clear of the obvious Supernova that was about to erupt given yours and Jim's expressions. Emmy had quickly taken you aside, begging you to go along with it, and explaining how Lyon, her crush for a good year and a half, had said he didn't want to ditch his friend while he had fun.

So Emmy had offered a solution.

Correction.

Emmy had offered you as a lamb up for slaughter.

And being the soft-hearted idiot that you were, you had relented, agreeing to going along with Emmy's plan. Only because you knew she was half in love with Lyon, and maybe this night he would work up the courage to tell her of his feelings as well.

And as you sat there, watching your best friend sway in the arms of the half-felinid and half-human male, you couldn't help but give a small smile at the happiness that seemed to radiate from the both of them.

"There must be a Supernova freezing somewhere." Stars, even his voice was annoying.

You turned your head back to look at him, that annoyed frown returning. "And what makes you say that."

He smirked, hands behind his head as he rested against the back of the booth. "You were actually smiling. I thought she-demons never smiled. Something about bursting into flames and the world coming to an end, that sort of thing."

"I smile plenty Hawkins." You responded, pursing your lips. "I just don't happen to smile at maggots such as yourself." The insult, if it were called that, seemed to bristle him enough to warrant an eye roll, though he didn't respond.

Seemingly taking his silence as a win, you returned your attention to the dancing couples. The music was lively and there would certainly be more people coming in soon. Sighing, you wished you could join in the dancing. Of course there was no chance of that happening.

You had no desire to ask a stranger, for fear they would try something untoward. And there was no way in the entire galaxy you were about to ask Jim Hawkins to dance with you.

Glancing at your empty glass of drink, you stood and stretched, completely missing Jim watching you out of the corner of his eye. "If I am to tolerate your company for the rest of this evening I'm gonna get another drink." He rolled his eyes, prompting you to give him a glare that had one too many cadets backing off in fear.

But not Jim. Jim was used to your glares and stares and returned them at an equal footing.

Walking toward the bar, you waved at the many tentacled bartender who was quick to give you your drink. The glass was a little too full, prompting you to walk carefully back to your table.

Perhaps it should've been better that you kept your attention on the people around you rather then the drink you were trying not to spill.

A boisterous group of sailors jostled you, propelling you forward and causing your drink to spill.

Nearly emptying the entire contents of it down the front of one of the sailors who had bumped into you.

"What the hell!? Watch it!" He cried out, swiping at the front of his uniform in an effort to wipe away the liquid. Of course, that didn't help.

Angry at loosing your drink, you glared at the male. "You were the one too drunk to walk properly, how am I to blame for your incompetence?" Maybe it wasn't the wisest of decisions to be picking a fight with someone who looked like he had some Densadron blood in him, but you didn't care.

You were already having a horrible evening, so why not make it worse.

Your words only served to make the male, and his group of friends angry. Pursing your lips, your hand slipped to the hidden slit of your skirt where you kept a taser knife for safety reasons. Your fingers itched, ready to pull it out when suddenly the stare down between you and the male was broken by a very familiar voice.

"There you are! I've been looking all over for you."

Astonished, you pivoted on your feet, just in time to see Hawkins drape an arm around your waist and pull you to his side. That wasn't what shocked you.

What shocked you the most was the smile he wore. One that was directed at you.

"Making friends I see." He continued while your brain tried it's best to compute the situation that was going on. "I'm sorry about that, my girlfriend gets a little light-footed when shes had one too many."

Girlfriend?!?!?

The group of sailors seemed to be calming down somewhat. Jim had that effect on people whenever he stepped in to stop a would-be squabble.

Ironic considering the numerous fights he had started in his younger days.

"How about she pay for the damage to my uniform, and I let her go." The male grunted, scowling down at the both of them. Suddenly his eyes zeroed in on you the way they hadn't before. A lecherous smile formed on his lips, one that had you scowling in disgust. "She can either pay money or show me a good time. I don't mind either." The rest of his group laughed boisterously, elbowing one another, wearing the same smile as their friend was.

His words seemed to snap you out of wherever your mind was. Pushing aside Jim's previous words, and trying hard not to comprehend where his arm still rested around her waist you opened your mouth to tell the disgusting male where he could shove something where the sun don't shine.

A firm but light pressure around your waist had you stopping. You watched, astonished, as Jim moved to stand in front of you, his stance protective, and an anger in his eyes that had you blinking in surprise.

"Or maybe I should have you reported for showing such disrespect to a future Captain of the Royal Armada."

It was then that the group realized who they were speaking to. Their gazes flitted to the pin you had proudly stuck to the right side of your chest. A coat of arms that assigned your rank, despite having not even graduated yet. Jim had the same pin, though his was hidden by the jacket he wore. Though he made no effort to hide it as he pushed aside the front of his garment to reveal it to the buffoons.

Being Captain meant you had authority and power that no lowly sailor had. It didn't matter what age you were, so long as you were a rank above, you held power.

And at that moment you wanted nothing more then to throw the idiot in jail for daring to make such a proposition to you.

The group began to retreat, taking their friend with them. The danger past, Jim turned his attention to you.

"You okay?" He asked, his eyes roving over your frame, as if looking for some sign of injury.

You nodded. "I'm fine." Despite there having been no physical altercation, you were still a little shaken. "You didn't need to step in. I had it handled." You finally said, still clutching your half full glass. Jim rolled his eyes.

"Not from where I was standing."

You scowled. "I was ready to fight him if I needed to."

Jim raised an eyebrow. "And get expelled so close to graduating? You're reckless Y/n, but I know you're not that reckless."

"And why should you care? Wouldn't you prefer to graduate top of the class all by yourself? Not share your spotlight with anyone."

He nodded. "I would." He paused before a teasing smile pulled at his lips. "But then who would be my rival when I make Captain?"

You waved your hand. "I'm sure you would find someone else to piss off."

"I doubt they would be as beautiful as you."

You gaped at him, had barely voiced your astonishment when his eyes widened in realization of what he had just said.

A bright blush overcame his cheeks, one that had him gulping nervously, raising a hand to rub at the back of his neck.

"Y-you think I'm.............beautiful?" You could barely believe the words coming out of your mouth. An awkward shrug was his only response.

Normally you would've teased him mercilessly about revealing something so intimate. But right then? Having just been saved by him, and watching him stand there, unable to meet your gaze, you couldn't help but smile.

"Don't tell me its because of my beauty that you've been a pain in my ass all these years." Your tone was light, teasing, compelling him to respond in his usual sarcastic way.

"That and you're annoying." He stated, a smile pulling at his lips as his blush began to recede. You hummed. "I didn't take you as the romantic type Hawkins."

He leaned closer. "Theres a lot of things you don't know about me y/l/n. Though one thing I can tell about you, is that you've been wanting to dance the entire night but have been too stubborn to ask me." Now, it was your turn to blush as you glared at him. Had you been that obvious? But Jim wasn't deterred.

"Shall we?" He held out a hand, indicating that you take it if you wanted to fulfill your wish to dance.

You pursed your lips, your previous annoyance for him rising to the forefront. You would never call what you felt for Jim hatred, but you wouldn't call it affection either.

But right then, you mused as you took his hand and he led you the dance floor, maybe you could label your feelings for Jim as undetermined.

For the time being.

The dance floor had lost a few dancers as the musicians in the corner prepared to play yet another song. You looked around, feeling a little nervous. It had been awhile since you had danced, and while you had no doubt in your dancing skills, you didn't trust your partner fully.

"You're not going to drop me during a dip or something like that are you?" You asked, raising an eyebrow at him. Jim laughed before shaking his head. "No, I promise I won't."

You frowned, leaning up to press the back of your hand against his forehead. "You're not running a fever are you?" You inquired, feeling your own forehead to compare the temperatures. He flushed at the sensation of her touch against his skin.

"No, why would you ask that?" His questions prompted you to shrug. "Well you're being nice to me, and neither of us have thrown an insult at the other in the last five minutes.

Jim nodded, looking impressed. "Must be a new record for us." He commented to which you laughed softly. "And I'm nice to you because I am a nice guy Y/n." He stated, to which you let out a very unlady-like sound. "Oh please, you've been anything but nice to me since we first met Jim."

Alright so it was strange to call him by his first name, but he had used your first name. And when he had? You had felt a sliver of warmth flicker in your heart. Maybe he would feel the same sensation you did?

Well you were right. At least about the warmth part. And though Jim felt that warmth in his heart, same as you, he also felt it steal across his cheeks.

God! He had never blushed so much in such a short span of time his entire life.

"Well you didn't make it easy now did you? You just had to be a smartass." You smirked. "Better a smartass then an idiot." Jim rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his toned chest. "I don't know, we've both done some pretty idiotic stuff over the years."

The musicians were still tuning and drinking. Apparently it was their break, and while there were several other couples standing around waiting for the dance to begin, your and Jim seemed to be encapsulated in your own little world.

"True, but they've been fun years. Memorable." You stated with a nostalgic smile, thinking back on all the times you had gotten into trouble playing pranks on your rival. "Ones neither of us will be forgetting for a long time." He agreed, matching your smile with his.

Your eyes met his, and you suddenly realized just how much Jim had changed over the years. He had been a little reckless and rebellious in the start, but those traits had toned down over the years. They would never be gone completely, but he had matured, no doubt about that. And not just personality wise, you mused, eyes roving his face, as if you were seeing him for the first time.

He had grown a lot taller the past few years. Taller then you at least, since he was a good head taller then you. And he was handsome, there was no denying that, and kind, given how he had just helped you out of what could've been an ugly situation. Not to mention he was extremely loyal, a trait you had always admired in him despite your rivalry.

Little did you know Jim was thinking along the same criteria. Remembering the day he had met you, and how annoying he had thought you were. With your perfect hair, perfect uniform and perfect scores. Then again his scores had always been perfect too, but he made up for it by being messy and a little rebellious.

You? You were always the picture of perfection. Even so close to graduation, every aspect of your life seemed perfect. From your scores, to your attendance record. Your gorgeous face, and expressive eyes to your hair that always looked so soft that he had to fight the urge to touch it at times.

Though today, he didn't hold back. Raising his hand, he brushed a loose tendril behind your ear, and if his hand lingered a little longer then necessary, and if it brushed against your ear, causing a gentle shudder to race through your body.

Your eyes never wavered, and it looked like he was about to say something.

Just then the music started.

Jim cursed, prompting you to raise an eyebrow at him. "Its a fast jig. I'm not really good with those." You smiled and shook your head. "Thats alright, I can teach you. Its easy."

So saying you quickly placed his hands in the appropriate places, one at your waist, the other holding your own aloft, fingers intertwining togther. As soon as you started moving, Jim cast his eyes downwards, trying his best not to step on your feet.

"Hey!" Your voice compelled him to look up, nearly catching your foot but you gave him a reassuring smile. "Eyes on me. You gotta dance right. Don't worry about my toes, they're made of steel."

He gave a dry laugh, but did as you asked him to. Neither of you looked away from the other, allowing the music from the minstrels and the voices of the singers to overtake all your senses.

You would sometimes tease him for a misstep, he would comment about your being a talented dancer who hid their talent, but there was no malice in your voices. Only playfulness, and dare you think, affection.

The jig began to pick up speed, the footwork getting a little complicated, but the steps were ones that kept repeating over and over, and Jim had always been a fast learner, and he had seen many people dance to this particular song over the years.

So when the part came where he had to twirl you away from him before bringing you back, the move was so effortless and fluid that it looked like you had rehearsed it. Your hair and skirt flew about you as you twirled back into him, your back against his chest, his arms around your body, hands clasped, keeping you close.

You tilted your head, breathless from the dance, your gaze meeting his. Suddenly all that playfulness became charged, and your eyes glimmered with a passion you had never felt before. His lips were so close to your own. To him your lips looked so inviting.

But then the dance continued, and you straightened in his embrace. This time though, this time neither of you spoke. Neither of you looked away as you continued to dance. Hearts beating faster, steps picking up speed, your movements becoming wilder more impassioned.

You twirled away from him, holding one side of your skirt aloft. The song was coming to a close. The last verse had begun, where you would dance around your partner, slow and playful, never breaking eye contact.

And the final chorus? That was the main attraction. Knowing what was to come, Jim braced himself. You took a running start, jumping a little as you neared him to give yourself enough momentum to fly upwards, only to have Jim catch you around your waist, spinning in a fast circle.

A laugh fell from your lips, your arms held aloft at your sides, enjoying the sensation of flying through the air. As Jim began to lower you, your head tilted to look at him once more. Your arms dropped to wrap around his broad shoulders, while his rested around your waist.

The song had ended, the both of you were breathing heavily, twin smiles of jubilation stretching your mouths as the crowd around you roared. It seemed both your dancing had attracted quite the crowd.

And the cheering doubled tenfold when Jim suddenly closed whatever distance was left between the both of you and fused his lips with yours. A moment of disbelief, where your eyes widened almost comically, before closing shut, lips moving as you kissed him back.

It was blissfully sinful, the way he kissed you. You sighed almost dreamily against his lips, allowing your fingers to play with his hair. Jim was no better, he was doing his best not to let his hands explore too much. You were still in public after all.

"What in the furthest reaches of the galaxy is happening here?"

The shrieking voice tore your apart. Extremely reluctantly, you might add as you both turned to glare at Emmy and Lyon in annoyance. Emmy looked like she was about to faint, while Lyon looked utterly bemused.

"We weren't disturbing you while you locked lips, so why're you disturbing us?" You asked, your arms still around Jim's shoulders. Then again his hands still rested on your back, keeping you close.

"Weren't the two of you just at each other's throats?" Lyon asked, blinking stupidly at the two of them. Jim smirked. "Well I can get to her throat again if you prefer. Though not in the same way as before." His words had Emmy squeaking, Lyon gaping, and you rolling your eyes and smacking the back of his head. "Lets not ruin their innocence Jim." You grinned.

"Maybe we should take this someplace private?" You whispered, gesturing between the both of you. "Away from prying eyes." Jim needed no further prompting.

Grasping your hand, he began to lead you out of the tavern. "Don't wait up!" He called out to your two best friends.

"What did I just say about ruining their innocence Hawkins?"

"What? We can always say we just played a game of battleship?"

"Really? That's the euphemism you're using?"

"So long as it clarifies that I'm gonna beat you at whatever we'll be doing."

"What makes you think you're gonna win?"

"I always win."

"Oh, we'll see about that!"

Emmy and Lyon stood blinking in disbelief as you and Jim walked out of the tavern, continuing your arguing.

"Were they talking about having sex, or actually playing Battleship?" Emmy asked, sounding just as bewildered as she looked. Lyon made a face.

"Knowing them, they were actually talking about the latter before moving on to the former."

Emmy shook her head. "Oh, there was nothing in the betting pool for this." She giggled. "Everyone is gonna be so angry."

#jim hawkins x y/n #jim hawkins x reader #jim hawkins #jim hawkins x oc #treasure planet #disney #tangled #kingdom dance #wish #disney channel #disney movie #mickey mouse #marvel

[1shirt2shirtredshirtdeadshirt]

I was crunching some numbers about TOS with other fans re: the twelve ships that originally launched during Kirk's era as Captain of the Enterprise for that first five year mission.

It made me really appreciate the TOS crew and the wild frontier era that they managed to survive -- not only survive, but became the staple and measure of success for the Starfleet that took shape after them.

Folks forget that Kirk's crew were one of the few of the original 12 Starships launched that actually returned from their assigned mission with some semblance of crew and ship intact.

A lot of information was gathered and established during that exploratory time -- the reason the TOS crew findings are often mentioned in TNG onward is largely due to them being among the lucky few crew who made it back to share their findings during that time.

This benefited every crew afterward who built upon their findings as they revised based on experiences. Things that happened in that time were addressed in regulation later as a lesson learned.

Regarding the 12 ships:

- The Immunity Syndrome (USS Intrepid)

- The Doomsday Machine (USS Constellation)

- The Tholian Web (USS Defiant).

Considering only 12 flagships were in the OG launch during Kirk's time, that is a solid 1/4 of the ships and crews that never made it back.

But those aren't even the ones that were partially destroyed with casualties, or all of the ships where 100% of the ship and crew did not return. There are more:

- The Excaliber was crippled and lost all hands in The Ultimate Computer, and severe damage was dealt to the Lexington, Potemkin, and Hood.

- The Exeter lost almost all hands in The Omega Glory.

So that's 8 of the 12 ships/crews that were launched circa Kirk's Enterprise 5 year mission that were either entirely destroyed, or severely damaged.

When you consider those odds and how so many extraordinarily capable and well trained crews never made it back, it makes the original series crew all the more remarkable.

Not only did they return with the flagship and crew relatively intact, but they literally became the standard on which Starfleet measured and trained others moving forward.

TLDR: They're kind of a big deal.

#star trek #tos #uss enterprise #tos crew #star trek tos #star trek meta #1shirt2shirtredshirtdeadshirt #octrek #octrekmeta #kirk #spock #bones #sulu #uhura #chekov #scotty #ncc 1701

[bysaber]

Meeting a pretty stranger ft. Kakashi Hatake

Day 06 of 31 Days of Ficmas!

summary — you’re feeling down after all your christmas plans got canceled when a dog wearing elf clothes jumps on you.

word count — 1.1k

content — fluff, reader is a bit depressed, mentions of alcohol, fastburn i guess, modern au (kakashi still wears a mask)

notes — pretty happy with this one even though i almost didn’t finish it on time (so it’s not revised sorry)

THE FIRST time you and Kakashi Hatake crossed paths was rather an unusual experience.

You walked home wearing a disappointed expression, your hopes of having a nice Christmas had disappeared after all your plans got canceled; all of your friends were going out of town with their partners and families, and your short-term relationship had ended a few weeks prior.

Living far from home, you couldn’t celebrate it with your family either – you simply didn’t have enough money to afford that kind of trip.

So what awaited you was a lonely Christmas, with a liquor bottle and maybe a few treats, if you felt sympathetic enough about your own situation. You had 14 days left to plan for your “big night”, after all.

You stood in front of a liquor store, wondering if you should step in or not. Maybe I should start warming up, you thought, forget a little about my increasing melancholy.

“Pakkun, wait!”

A shout brought you back to the real world, but not fast enough to avoid the– what was that?– that jumped on you. You yelped, surprised, as you processed the small dog in green elf clothes that clawed at your sweater.

When you finally understood it was just a small dog, you chuckled and held him to keep him secure and away from your sweater, “Hi, doggy! Why so angry?”

In a heartbeat, a white-haired man with a mask covering his face was by your side, breathing heavily, “Gosh… I’m so sorry! Did he hurt you?”

You couldn’t hold back a laugh. He looked so desperate, “No, don’t worry. Did he outsmart you or something?”, you asked as you handed him his dog back.

The man grabbed the elf-dog and glared at him as if he was about to scold him for several minutes, but then his attention was back on you, “Yeah, something like that. I bought this cute little costume for him but he is an ungrateful dog…”

The dog growled and you threw your head back, laughing out loud, “I don’t think he wants to be an elf. What’s his name?”

“It’s Pakkun.”

“Well, Pakkun, you should know you look adorable,” you said, petting his head. Pakkun seemed to soften and you smiled, all the while the man watched the interaction. “I should get going now, but it was nice meeting you two.”

“You too,” the masked man said and, as you walked away, you could hear him whispering to the dog, “To her you listen, huh?”

You realized you ended up not buying any liquor and, fuck, you should’ve asked for his name as well.

THE SECOND time you encountered him was something else.

10 days left for Christmas and your sadness kept building up.

Grocery shopping and having to go through all those Christmas decorations, meals, and even gifts was a different kind of torture for you.

You gloomily roamed around the islands, picking only the essentials for your house and to keep yourself alive when you spotted that white hair you couldn’t quite forget.

“It’s Pakkun’s owner!”, you greeted, a bit of light taking over that sorrow inside you.

He turned to face you, confused at first, but his eyes lightened when recognition hit them, “It’s Pakkun’s victim!”

You both laughed like old friends. He seemed like a really good person, even with that mask covering half of his face, maybe it was the fact that he dressed his dog as an elf or his soothing voice or the way he closed his eyes when he laughed.

You couldn’t tell, but you liked his company already.

“What is your name?”, he asked you the question that was burning in your tongue. You told him and he repeated it as if testing how it sounded in his voice.

“What’s yours?”

“It’s Kakashi. Kakashi Hatake,” he smiled again, his eyes closing and you felt like you could melt right there and then.

“Kakashi… such a beautiful name,” you complimented and, if he wasn’t wearing that mask, you would see him blushing.

You both got lost for a moment, in your own thoughts and in each other, until he called your name again and you hummed, “I gotta get going… feed my dogs,” he explained.

“Oh, sure. See you around, Kakashi,” you say, stepping away so he could pass.

But you still stood in that place for a while, watching as he walked away.

Catching him when he looked back.

THE THIRD time Kakashi met you was intentional.

You stepped out of the liquor store, a pout on your lips and a bag with two bottles in your hand when you saw the man standing outside the door, apparently waiting for something.

“Kakashi?”

He looked at you, his eyes closing in that way that told you he was smiling, “Oh, hey.”

“What are you doing here?”

You tried to hide the alcohol you just bought; you had 4 days left until Christmas and still hadn’t pushed away all the melancholy you felt towards the date, but you didn’t want him to think you were some sort of an alcoholic or something like that.

“I was waiting for you, actually,” he said mindlessly. Noticing your confused expression, he added, “This is the place we first met, around this hour. I was trying my luck, since we didn’t exchange numbers.”

You could feel your cheeks warming up, your heart tightening in such a good way, and felt like a fool for wanting to drink your sadness away.

“I know we didn’t talk much, but… I’d like to know you better. Can I walk you home?”

THE FOURTH time you saw Kakashi was on Christmas Eve.

You didn’t expect it.

You had such a good time when he offered to walk you home; he ended up on your couch, talking with you for hours about everything you could think about. You hadn’t laughed so hard in years, but eventually, he had to leave.

So you didn’t expect it when, on Christmas Eve, you open your door to see Kakashi with Pakkun and two big bags of food, with a close-eyed smile.

“Kakashi!”

“I hope you don’t mind, but that day you said you would spend Christmas alone and, well… it was my case as well,” he chuckles. “So I thought it would be nice if we spent it together.”

Pakkun barked as if to prove his owner’s point.

You felt your eyes stinging, tears forming, and immediately let them in, “Please, come in.”

Never, in a hundred years, would you imagine this turn of events.

“Are you okay?”, Kakashi asked when he noticed your red eyes, approaching you carefully after putting the food bags on the table.

“I’m…” you looked at him, at Pakkun, at the food. You looked at the alcohol you were about to open, also on the table. Your lips tremble, but you smile, “I’m happy.”

#s23ficmas #wbysaber #kakashi hatake x reader #hatake kakashi x reader #kakashi x reader #kakashi hatake #hatake kakashi #kakashi #x reader #naruto #fluff #fanfic

[y-rhywbeth2]

Isn’t Baldurs Gate a multicultural city?

I physically cannot simply answer a question, I blame my teachers for teaching me to write essays.

In the sense that it has multiple minority cultures living in it, yes, but it's a human dominated city just like the remaining 99% of Toril (slight hyperbole, but still). Faerûn's population ratio is such that 9 in every 10 people on the continent are human, with the remaining 1 in that ten being any of several other races - most of whom live in their own countries (Elves in Evereska, the High Forest and Evermeet (plus a few smaller out of the way settlements). Dwarves in the Great Rift and the mountains. Halflings mostly in Luiren, etc) "...the question has been asked by some that when this race finally gets all the quirks out of its system and gets moving, will there be any room left for the other races of the Realms?" - Forgotten Realms Campaign Setting (Revised)

Humans kind of just push you out, take over and build their stuff all over everything. Elves specifically refer to them as "the many handed curse", because there's just so many of them, disunited, all with so many conflicting aims and actions that they fight and bring destruction everywhere they go. The other non-humans, also kind of annoyed by humans, have adopted this name for them too.

Hell, even the words for non-humans, "humanoid" and "demihuman", are human-centric. Like-a-human, human-ish, almost human.

Baldurs gate is a city founded by humans, with a dominant human population, whose customs and laws are from human culture. Humans are/were the norm and the default.

Astarion was born in the time frame where elves and demihumans were not that common. Silverymoon is considered unusual as the most metropolitan cities in existence, and its population was still 41% human with the remaining percentage being everyone else. Waterdeep, massive cosmopolitan city and one of the most important trading cities? 64% human. In the original games you'll notice that in cities like Baldur's Gate and Athkatla non-human citizens are rare enough that they stand out when you spot them (although the latter has a significant halfling and gnome minority).

Slightly off topic to babble about the stupid elf (affectionate) some more:

By the time Astarion was born, the elves were prepared to leave on the Retreat - a summons for elves to totally abandon the world for what remained of the elven homelands (and Evermeet) which from the elven understanding of time was basically happening next week. As a people, elves are not keen to mingle with human society, which they view as dangerous, so while it is possible for his family to have integrated with human nobility I do find it odd, and would say that he was nouveau-riche at best. He makes an offhand reference to Evereska at one point, and I would assume his family is from there.

(I did say I was sceptical, not that it's impossible - Rule of thumb for high elves: moon elves putting down roots like that would be unusual because they're sort of semi-nomadic outside of elven lands, even though they could be sticking around for a human generation, they'd be new money mingling with old money; sun elves would sooner die then subject themselves to human society; star elves weren't currently on Toril due to not wanting to be invaded by human armies, and left long before Astarion was born and wouldn't be back until a while after his death).

The Szarrs I can handwave, considering there's some strongly implied human ancestry what with the Kara-turan signet ring. Cazador just has more elven genetics than human.

#the elf gets everywhere #long post #astarion #astarion ancunin #lore stuff #baldurs gate 3 #bg3

[vorrentis]

M Reader x Nayeon - Sitter (Part 2)

So this was revised/remastered top to bottom.

Concept is the same and follows the same as previous upload, but with a far better conversations, scenes, and smut has been taken out to put in an entirely new one.

ENJOY!!!

WORDS: 17271

From 8k to 17k...nice :)

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"...N)..."

"Mmm..."

"...(Y..."

"Hmph..."

"(YN)~"

Your eyes were fluttering open as you woke up to the sound of your name, but you were comfortable where you were and your eyes started to close again thinking it was a dream, till you felt your body shaking.

"Wakey wakey~" You heard as you groaned and your eyes were teetering between closed and opened, “oh come on, I didn’t wear you out that much last night~”

Your vision got cleared as...

Nayeon's face was near yours sporting a grin on her face.

"Morning~" she welcomed in a cheerful tone as you blinked several times, getting a baring of your surrounding.

“Nay? What time is it?”

“For you to wake up,” Nayeon giggled while sitting on the bed now with you now sitting up, the blanket on you falling to your lap as Nayeon grinned at your torso.

“Hehe, need some clothes?”

“Clothes?”

You then looked down at yourself and saw your torso...and you felt nothing on the lower half either as your eyes widened that were still nude underneath your blanket from last night.

You pressed your body to the blanket as you turned red with embarrassment while Nayeon laughed.

"Hehe, come on (YN), you weren't afraid to show and give it all to me last night~" Nayeon said giggling still as you turned even redder from her comment, “aww, don't be embarrassed (YN), it was the best night I ever had," Nayeon said smiling at you, and then she adjusted herself so that her back was against the backboard of it and sitting next to you on your right side.

“You do remember last night right?”

“Y-yeah of course I do, it’s just…crazy that we did it,” you said to her as Nayeon hummed.

“Same to me, but I really enjoyed it. Did you?” She asked but in a more serious tone as you nodded.

“Yeah, it was incredible,” you agreed as Nayeon nodded.

“It sure was, and now that you're awake, we have to talk about it (YN)."

“I suppose we do," you said now sitting up as well, but covering your lower regions with a blanket still and while remembering last night, another thought produced in your head.

“...so, you’re not mad?” You asked as Nayeon rose a brow.

“Why would I be?” She asked as your eyes lowered.

“Because, well, I invaded your privacy when you were, doing your thing," you said to her as Nayeon smiled.

“Masturbating? Come on (YN) you literally fucked me last night and you can’t say masturbating?” Nayeon was to the point as you gulped.

Nayeon figured that it probably wasn’t the best time to joke around as you did seem apologetic.

"Sorry, no I’m not mad (YN). Hehe, even after what we did, you're still apologetic, but everything is fine. Sure it wasn’t smart of me to have alone time at someone else’s house, but if you didn’t checked up on me, we wouldn’t have experienced our night together. And I trust you enough to know that you’re not that kind of person. After all you did care for me when I got a bit tipsy. I greatly appreciate that (YN)."

You blinked a few times and nodded while soaking in what she said.

"Well, I couldn’t just leave you in that state."

"No of course not. You know you’re one of the few nice guys out there (YN), that girls would love to be with,” She finished with a smile as you chuckled with an awkward notion, “I mean it, in fact, that’s what I wanted to talk about.”

You blinked a couple of times.

“What?”

Nayeon licked her lips and took a breath in.

"How did you feel about what happened?" She asked while you didn’t need seconds to answer.

“Well, I said I it was great." You answered her truthfully.

She smiled.

"And what about this whole week? It's been fun right?" She asked you another question.

"Yeah, I had a lot of fun being with you," you answered honestly, “what are you getting at?”

She hummed.

"Same here, you were lots of fun as well." Nayeon nodded in agreement as she looked down, “well, getting to what I wanted to talk about, we could just leave last night as a one-night stand and forget about what happened." She suggested.

However, Nayeon's tone weakened towards the end of the sentence.

But then looked at you and snaked her hand onto yours on your thigh and squeezed it a bit.

"Or, and it's up to you and it might be too soon, we can use last night as a first step into something more."

Your eyes went to your hand and then to her face as you realized what she meant.

"L-like, dating?" You guessed as Nayeon nodded while your lips parted.

"Yeah, I know it was a small-time getting to know each other, but this one week, you were honestly great to be with. I have my reasons, but I want to get straight to the point. I want to be with you more (YN). And I would like us to be seeing each other, dating."

She was staring into your eyes, all truth and no BS that you found.

"You are younger, but only a couple of years and there's many things about you (YN), things that I like. All around sweet, responsible, very kind, very cute and honestly more mature than college frat boys and more fun than most I know."

You gulped.

"I know I'm throwing this out on you so suddenly, but who knows when we're going to meet again, I mean it could be tomorrow, or next week, a month or even never, which is why I can't take that chance and not ask. And no it's not because of last night or the current situation with your parents. I genuinely like you (YN)."

Again no BS that you found in her eyes.

Then you got to thinking...

You'll admit, Nayeon was an amazing girl, be it you've only known her for only a week, but if you were being honest, the week has been the best week of your life.

No seriously, it was.

You had friends, but you hardly ever talk or hung out at school, mom wouldn't allow much interaction for you.

Even the party you had wasn't even supposed to be a party...you didn't even know yourself and those 'friends' came over and invited more people and they just happened to invite their friends too until things got overboard.

You honestly tried to stop it, even called the cops on your party...yeah you called them.

But it was too late and when mom found out...you couldn't sleep that night.

She didn't hit you or anything, you weren't lying about that.

And your parents...well you faintly talked about them.

You didn't tell Nayeon the whole story of them.

Mom and Dad weren't on good terms.

They fought a lot, more frequently recently since dad’s last visit.

Dad wasn't always around and you figured it was getting to your mom.

It was true that he did call you, but rarely, just to check up on you and mom, well was harsh, strict, and just mean.

So yeah, this week was the best of your life and she was the reason.

And you wanted more of that. It also wasn't because of last night either, that was far in your mind.

Everything about her came before.

You smiled, then you brought your other hand onto the one she had on your other.

"Nayeon, I want to give us a shot as well."

Nayeon then slowly smiled.

"Really?"

You nodded as she breathed in and out to release some tension she had.

"Hehe~, okay then, then we're dating." She called out as you smiled after her.

"I guess we are...wow. I can't believe this just happened."

"I understand. When you have a perfect girl like me, I'd be shocked too." Nayeon joked flaring herself up.

You rolled your eyes and laughed a bit.

"Perfect indeed."

She smiled at your comment.

"Now I would say we should celebrate or something...but I want to talk about something else before she arrives." She said to you.

Your smile faltered.

"She's already coming?" Nayeon felt the mood drop in you.

"Hour," She hated to tell you as you sighed, “relationship aside (YN). How badly does she get?"

You saw her eyes filled with concern and you softly smiled once more.

"I appreciate that you care, but it's fi-"

"How bad (YN)?" She asked again, determined to get an answer from you.

You were concerned about telling her, what would she do? What would mom do if she found out, you guessed she would have done something by now, but still.

It's not like you don't trust her, you do. It's just her safety that you were worried about. Then again Nayeon was worried about yours too.

"...Nothing leaves this room,” you saw her not moving, hesitating, but she nodded after seconds, "...it stings, hurtful words like how useless I am, a waste of time and space, negative comments towards me, stuff like that." You admitted to her as Nayeon frowned.

"Why?"

You shrugged your shoulders.

"Stress? I don't know. Believe me, if I knew, I would have stopped doing what I was doing. I think it's the stress that put on her, at least I think so."

"And your dad doesn't know?"

"He doesn't care. I told of him about mom being harsh, but he just says 'don't worry it's going to be okay’ before hanging up right away."

Nayeon glared, not at you, but at your dad.

"But it's not that bad really. It's not like she's throwing punches at me." You said to her.

Nayeon didn't smile, but she grasped your hand some more.

"You know words hurt just as much," Nayeon said.

"Doesn't leave bruises." You said back.

"That you can't see." She retorted.

You opened your mouth to close it again.

"How long?" She asked as you looked at the sheets on the bed, "(YN) please, I want to help you." You side-eyed her and saw her concerned eyes you never saw that look in your life from anyone.

You found it weird that she was getting to you, but then again you felt at ease with her.

Happy with her.

The only person that you could say you truly felt happy with.

"...Long time now...a very long time." You admitted sadly as Nayeon leaned forward.

"Have you tried talking to someone about this?" She asked and you shook your head.

"I never wanted to put them in danger. I think she just needs to release her stress. I researched it. When a person is angry they can't retaliate against the person or thing that causes their anger. So instead they unleash their anger on someone or something they can. And in this case, it's me. It's terrible and it's wrong, but it is what it is."

Nayeon was flabbergasted.

Were you...were you defending her?!

"It is what it is?! No (YN)! It is wrong! No mother should attack her son like this!" Nayeon rose her voice.

"She's not-"

"Different method, same results!" She lionized. "Have you ever thought of talking to her about it."

"...I have thought of it, but I chicken out. I was close once, almost knocked on her door, but I-"

DING DONG

You both stared at the door and looked at each other.

"Is that-I thought you said one hour?" You were already getting up as Nayeon hopped off the bed as well.

"I thought so too. Hurry and get dressed, I'll take the sheets to the laundry." She commanded while you put on your clothing from last night and Nayeon started to wrap up the sheets stained with activities of last night.

She then quickly went to the laundry room and just tossed the sheets in the machine and quickly went towards the door while hearing your footsteps coming down the stairs.

Being at her side now, you both nodded at one another and you clicked the buzzer next to the door.

"Hello?"

"Open the gate (YN)." You turned to her and nodded, confirming it’s your mother, though Nayeon didn’t need that to confirm it.

‘Not even a good morning to him,’ Nayeon thought as you pressed the button to open the gate.

“Sure,” Nayeon saw your sidelook with a frown and your eyes mournful and Nayeon felt the mood go down like that, “that’s mom alright,”

Nayeon went towards the door window and peeked through to see a car coming through.

She turned to you as you returned the look and shrugged.

“Gone for a whole week and that’s the first thing she says?” She said.

“Mom’s not one for pleasantries.”

“I can see that,”

THUMP

Nayeon looked once more and saw a women coming out from the car and walking inside with a lone luggage.

She looked sharp the touch with a high brand looking outfit, jewerly and sunglasses to boot.

“Will you be okay (YN)?”

“Course I will be,” she turned to you, “besides, nothing’s change, she’ll be the same as before.”

“...” Nayeon didn’t seem to favor that answer, though she didn’t know what answer would she take.

You stepped forward and reached out to unlock the door and opened it, revealing your mother removing her sunglass and placing them on the top of her head.

“Morning mom, how was your trip.” You welcomed as she didn’t turn to you but walked inside while taking a look around the place.

“Have you clean the yard as I instructed.” She stated, still not looking at you as Nayeon glared at the back of her head.

‘Seriously?!’

“Yes I have, should be good as new,” you answered as she turned to you.

“Don’t make such assumptions, I’ll be the judge of that,” she said as you nodded.

“Sorry,” you apologized as Nayeon, not even thirty seconds passed, already didn’t like this woman.

“I helped as well,” Nayeon brought herself in, “trust me, it looks amazing,”

Your mom looked at her.

"How was he?" She asked as Nayeon nodded.

"Fantastic, we had lots of fun together." She turned to you as you nodded back

"Yeah mom, she was really-"

“Then I no longer require your service,” your mom cut you off as you both looked at her pulling an envelope from her purse and handed it to Nayeon, “your pay for the week,” Nayeon took a few seconds to grab it as your mother turned to headed upstairs, "you may leave." She said suddenly while turning towards the stairs, “(YN), see to it that she leaves and then my room, bring my case,” she instructed while you nodded.

“Sure,”

Nayeon was aghast, this shouldn’t be the behavoir of a mother.

In fact, she was almost crushing the envelope in her hand while glaring at your mother’s back.

‘What a bitch,’

Now it was just you two left as your mother was gone from their sights with Nayeon turning at you as you were looking at the top of the stairs, though she saw your eyes drop and turning to her.

This wasn’t the same (YN) she knew the past week. Already she saw a change in you that she did not like.

So to be your support, Nayeon brought her hand into yours, gripping it as she felt your fingers coil around hers.

“Sorry you had to see that,”

“(YN) she didn’t even seem happy to see you,” you shrugged,

"I know, but you get used to it," you said as Nayeon’s shoulders fell.

‘That’s-...(YN)...’

"I’m sorry (YN)," Nayeon said as you nodded.

“Thank you, but it’s Nayeon, really.” Nayeon took a few seconds to look at you and then at the stairs and then back to you before a sigh left her nostrils.

"Listen, if anything, and I mean anything happens, call me."

You nodded and Nayeon quickly went in and kissed your lips, pressing onto your for five seconds before pulling away.

You had a smile afterwards as Nayeon smiled back.

"And when you're free, we're talking about us. I really want us to be something (YN)."

“Same here,” you said to her as Nayeon nodded and turned towards the door and before she left, took one look to you.

“I’ll be fine Nayeon, don’t worry,” you smiled and nodded at her to give her some sort of comfort while she nodded and closed the door.

With a deep breath, you turned around and walked towards and up the steps of the stairs.

Each step was grueling as the next, not that you were hurt, but you were nervous, really nervous and you spotted the door to her master room slightly open.

You went to the door and peeked inside to see your mom already at her computer.

"Mom?"

“Sit. Now.”

You sighed, put her luggage down and sat there.

“Tell me what exactly have you been doing this week and no lies,” she ordered while looking at her monitor.

“Mom I’ve been here all week with Nayeon,”

“Doing.”

“Nothing really,”

“Don’t give me a bullshit answer,” she turned to you as you gulped, “what have you been doing,”

You cleared your throat while your heart was thumping out of nervousness.

“TV, eating, cleaning, talking, I-I don’t know mom, I can’t really give anymore than that.” You said to her while she stared at the monitor, “how was your trip mom,”

“So I shouldn’t see anything I don’t like right?” She stated that you confused.

“See what?”

“I had cameras installed,” she stated and upon hearing that, your breath hitched and the room became chilled.

“...c-cameras, w-we don’t have cameras-”

“I installed them while you were busy cleaning the back weeks ago, what made you think I could trust you alone again?” She said as you sat still, “I’m going to look through each day to make sure you’re not lying.”

You and Nayeon were the opposite of staying at home, being gone for a majority of the days and not to mention the drinking yesterday and…oh god where did she had them?!

Your mom then turned to you and stood up and you knew you were caught.

“You lying sack of shit! What’s this!?” She shouted as your body shut down while staring at her, “come. here.” She demanded as you stood up, our heart was beating and went closer to her and her monitor.

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MEANWHILE

4 Minutes Later

Nayeon couldn’t even concentrate while staring at the red light.

She felt bad for leaving you, but it wasn't her right to meddle in others’ affairs.

But to meddle in her affairs, Nayeon didn’t mind.

She already disliked the women after hearing her, but now a minute of a ‘conversation’ she hated that people like that existed, treating their children like garbage, thinking they own rather than raise.

How were you related to her?

You were pretty much the opposite of her.

Nayeon sighed while the light turned green and she was on her way.

Maybe she can call someone to talk to your mom, but what then, it wasn’t like she was physically beating you.

Maybe she can-

RING RING RING

Nayeon was jumped by the sudden noise and heard her phone in the cup holder and saw your name.

Her heart raced as she can only figure why you were calling so fast.

‘Please be okay.’

She quickly parked on the side of the street, put on her emergency lights and answered the phone.

"(YN)? You okay?"

“N-Nay…”

Nayeon could hear the downcasted tone from her name and assumed the worst.

“(YN)? What happened?” She asked quickly while already prepping to go back.

"Nay...s-she…she…"

Nayeon heard enough.

"I’m coming back." She placed the phone on speaker and turned the car around, "If you can leave (YN)...(YN)?" She looked and saw the phone was hung up. "Damn it, I should have stayed!” she cursed and sped up her acceleration.

.

.

It wasn't long before Nayeon was coming up your street, but her eyes widened as she saw you walking down the sidewalk, one hand holding your side of the face, looking disturbed.

“(YN)?!”

Nayeon parked her car, unbuckled her seatbelt, and went out her door at record speed.

“(YN)!” she saw you stopping and quickly went to your front, you a lost look and Nayeon saw what happened, but she didn’t have time to react to that as calming you down was priority, "hey, hey, It's okay, it's okay, I’m here (YN)," she stated as she leaned back to try to see the damage, but it was obstructed by your hand still, though she can see the red around, “get in the car,”

You didn’t answer as Nayeon looked over your shoulder to see if your mother was heading this way, but no one was in sight as she brought you to her car, opened the passenger door, and escorted you into the passenger seat.

She had to aid you in getting your seat belt and after closing the door, she looked once more and resulted in a passing vehicle as she went to the driver's seat, but took the time to watch you holding your cheek and assumed the worst.

"(YN) don't tell me she-?!"

You let go of your face and Nayeon’s heart dropped.

"..."

‘What kind of monster is she!?’ Nayeon yelled in her mind.

Your cheek was crimson, swelling and she saw two visible scrapes, one of which was oozing blood, not much, but enough for Nayeon to flare in anger.

But sitting here wasn’t going to do anything as Nayeon started to drive away.

"Don't worry (YN), you'll be okay. We're going to my place." Nayeon affirmed you, attempting to calm herself, but she attempting was the keyword. "I got you (YN). Don’t worry, I got you," She comforted while keeping her eyes on the road.

Nayeon wanted to park, get you out, and hug you tightly, but she needed to get to her place fast.

The sooner, the better.

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TIMESKIP

22 Minutes

Nayeon unlocked the door to her apartment with you right near her.

As soon as the door was unlocked, Nayeon escorted you into her apartment, locked the door behind you and onto her couch.

“Let me get something for the swelling.”

Nayeon quickly went towards the kitchen for her freezer to find anything like an ice pack. Scrambling through, she found a pack of frozen peas and went to you with the bag in hand.

"Here," She presented you the pack as you stared at it for a couple of seconds before removing your hand from your cheek and Nayeon winced at the cuts until you covered your cheek and winced at the chill but endured it.

Nayeon stood still, watching you in pain, too flabbergasted to say anything..

Everything went so wrong in minutes.

"...(YN)?"

“...”

No response as you kept your eyes glued to the floor.

Nayeon didn't know what to do now, but one thing was for sure: she blamed herself.

She should have stayed.

She should have known something could have gone wrong with your mom’s attitude coming into the house.

But what’s done is sadly done and Nayeon had to help you now.

She moved and took a spot on your left and placed a hand on your thigh which caused you to turn to her.

“I’m here, it’s okay.” She whispered and your face contorted which prompted Nayeon to adjust herself to place your head on her shoulder as you released that held pain onto her.

She felt the ice pack’s chill, but she didn’t care one bit as she hugged you back tight without pressing your hurt side.

"I'm sorry (YN)..." Nayeon was close but endured her tears. 

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TIMESKIP

Twenty-Four Minutes Later

Half an hour passed and you two were still on the couch.

Nayeon thought putting a movie on would help or do anything as she held onto your arm.

She give first aid which consisted of cleaning your cheek and bandaging it with a large bandage as the ice pack was on all a pack now; warm and useless in her sink as she took it away and patched your cheek up.

You winced at the beginning as she applied antibiotic, but she was was stinging at how it looked, your mom had sharp nails and knew that it would remain scars for a while.

Ss they remained still on the couch in silence while you stared at the ground as the silence overtook the atmosphere as Nayeon was massaging your hand to know she was there.

She didn't know if it was working though as she turned to you, staring blankly forward, not even bothering to look at the screen.

The past half hour though she'd been thinking about what to do.

Ultimiately, she wanted you to be with her in a safer place.

Though about your mom, that was up to you.

She thought about how you must have been feeling while turning forward.

Course you weren't a baby or kid that needed support, but no matter what age, a child shouldn't be struck by their own parents.

Even if you knew about your mother's antics, she knew that you wouldn't have known she would strike you.

For now though, she'll be there to comfort-

"Nayeon..."

She heard her name and turned her body towards you as you were looking at her.

"You okay?" She asked quickly as you nodded.

"Not a hundred, but better," you said as Nayeon nodded, "this doesn't sting as much either."

"Good," Nayeon observed your bandage over your cheek, "at least that's one thing done with," she said as you nodded, "is there anything you need? Sleep or food?" She offered as you shook your head.

"No, I'm okay," Nayeon nodded, "thank you Nayeon," you said after as Nayeon smiled and shook her head.

"You don't have to thank me (YN), I'm glad that you're in safe hands now." Nayeon said while tightening her hold on your hand, "I'd understand if you don't want to explain, but, what happened?"

You let a soft sigh out and leaned back on the couch.

"She had cameras..." Nayeon straightened up on her seat as only her eyelids moved, “she placed them behind my back, three hidden. She found out about us leaving the house and the alcohol," Nayeon was stunned as you explained, “I tried to calm her but…" you shook your head as Nayeon exhaled softly, "then she bad mouthed you with more intense language. I couldn't let her say those things and I told her to shut up." Nayeon wide-eyed. "It was the angriest I've ever seen her and then she…"

Your hand went up halfway to point at your cheek.

Nayeon was flabbergastered at what she heard.

“T-That wasn’t necessary (YN)! I don’t care if she-”

“I care Nayeon, I care about you. With who you are to me now and after all you’ve done for me, I wasn't going to hear that from her.”

“...”

Nayeon moved her hand to cover your unhurt cheek as you turned to her, now seeing the bandage on the other, but she didn’t look at it and leaned into you, kissing you.

‘I can’t believe-how can anyone hurt this sweet-...no...he's not going back...he's not...I'll be damned if I let that happen!'

You returned the kiss, passionless and unheated as it was, you enjoyed the sensation as Nayeon pulled back after five seconds, now inches from you again.

"...You're staying (YN). You're not going back okay." She wasn't giving you a choice, but a promise, “not yet at least. We’ll figure something out okay?”

You nodded.

"And...thank you," she whispered as you nodded right away.

Nayeon was glad you didn’t fight this as she brought her lips onto you again and this time, more passion was brought into it as both of them were settling into the emotion.

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ONE HOUR LATER

Nayeon was in the kitchen making dinner for you both as you laid on her bed in her room.

She thought it was best for you to rest as you nodded and went to her room as she lead you there and then left you be.

As time passed, Nayeon felt two emotions: vexation and sorrow.

Vexation at what your mom did and sorrow for you.

To be abused...

Nayeon came up with her parents being saints to her.

No swearing she ever heard and as far as she could remember, they've done what they can to have Nayeon happy and live the good life.

She's seen shows where kids would be quite the opposite, some that stinged her hearing or seeing their stories.

And to have you be one of them.

Of course it wasn't as vile or heinous, but to grow up with your dad not caring about you or your mom being an all strict all never enough mother is enough to make her blood boil.

And that's just from what you tell her, who knows what you've actually been through.

She didn't want to invade your past, for now at least, but she hoped that all you tell her is what is was.

To verbally tell your own child that they aren't good enough no matter what they do, no matter how high they achieve, lashing out at them for your own benefit isn't right.

And now...now she physically hurt you.

You're an adult now, but no parent should harm their kids.

Nayeon stared at the sizzling food on the pan in front of her while lowering the heat and decided to check up on you.

She turned a left and then headed forward into the hall that lead to a bathroom, closet and her bedroom on the far right slightly opened.

Nayeon peeked her head in just enough and saw you looking straight up at the ceiling, awake  with one hand over your torso and the other above your head.

She saw your open eye and decided to knock before entering.

KNOCK KNOCK

Your head turned and spotted Nayeon.

"Hey," you said while sitting up as Nayeon opened the door.

"Hey, mind if I..."

"Of course," you said as Nayeon came and approached in front of you, "how's your cheek?"

"It's better, no sting," 

"Good," she said and now sat down next to you, "and how are you feeling?" She asked as you nodded.

"Stunned, I never expected her to lay a hand on me, never," you turned to her shaking her head.

"No child would," she was right thinking about that an hour ago, "I'm sorry (YN),"

"Don't be, at least I'm away now," she nodded and then got to what she wanted.

"(YN), I want you to rest and all, but what do you want to do with her?” She asked as you lokoed forward.

"I mean there's nothing to do, but let it dwell off and talk to her later, so you're right, I shouldn't go back there for now.” Nayeon nodded, figuring that's the best course, "but I want to make sure that you're okay with me being here. I could go with another-"

"Stop it, I don't mind you here (YN)," Nayeon had a soft smile, "I really don't, besides, we are boyfriend and girlfriend now, I don't have any negative thought to this."

"I know you don't and I really appreciate that, really, it's just that I don't have a job to help you with bills or food and I-"

"Don't you worry about that (YN), if you want to help, you can help with dinner or cleaning up, laundry, or anything here. Let me worry about that kind of stuff," you nodded at your thoughtful girl, "I don't want to put you through to much, but for now, that's enough for me." Nayeon gave a hearty smile as you nodded.

"Okay, you really are perfect Nayeon," you meant it as Nayeon reached up and cupped your cheek, not the injured one and brought you to her lips for a five second kiss before pulling away.

"I know~" She said as you smiled and just like that, she got you to momentarily forget the situation you were in and replaced it with sweet embrace, "you hungry?" She asked as you nodded, "I made dinner, it's not much but I hope you enjoy it," she turned as you nodded, "then let's go and dine then, we'll have to talk about a plan, but let's enjoy our time okay," Nayeon stood up and held out your hand to which you grabbed and she handheld you towards the kitchen.

Both thinking of how things were turning up positive in the meantime.

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TIMESKIP

THREE WEEKS LATER

One day turned to two.

Two turned to a week.

A week turned to three as you resided with Nayeon still.

As time passed, the wound that your mother left, emotionally and physcially was dying down to a point where the last week it felt like it didn't happened.

Neither have talked about it as they were focusing on themselves rather than the issue that got you here.

Nayeon really did enjoy your company and you enjoyed hers as you were going back to your old self of fun and enjoyment that Nayeon adored.

She didn't take any babysitting jobs in the first couple of weeks, but took two during the third as you promised to remain there and to call whenever you needed to with a laptop that Nayeon had which you made an account on (social) to message her in case since you had no phone.

Nayeon was happy to hear and even happier to see a cooked meal when she arrived set and ready to go as she gave you kisses as a thank you.

Okay, she gave you many kisses during the time and there were no passionate nights like that one time, but there were plenty of sleeping with each other and dozing off.

Overall, the new relationship was shipping off at a very positive rate.

You both went for a couple of dates and enjoyed their time together, as if the issue that brought you together didn’t exist.

Nayeon was glad to have the smile she witnessed on you again and you glad to have her by your side.

And at this moment, three weeks after you started to stay, Nayeon was sleeping peacefully on her bed...

“Nay…”

“...”

“Nayeon…”

“Hmph…(YN)...you know how much I love my sleep…”

She ignored your calls as she patted you, but you weren’t there as Nayeon opened her eyes slightly to see an empty bed.

That’s when she turned her head to see you behind her, standing up as you poked her shoulder.

“Morning.” You uttered as Nayeon laid her head and patted the empty space on the bed.

“You have five seconds to get back here so I can cuddle with you.” It wasn’t a cutsy moment, but a demand as you chuckled, “I mean it (YN).”

“I know you do. And I will, but I got you something," you had a plate on you as Nayeon already sat up, "you're probably not hungry but I made-"

"Gimme~" She said while you smiled and handed the plate to her.

"Aww~ Thank you (YN)~"

With one hand she waved at you to come closer and when you did, Nayeon leaned forward and gave a quick peck on your lips as she sat up and enjoyed her breakfast in bed.

“You’re amazing you know that~” she said to you.

“I know.” You said as Nayeon chuckled and started to dig in with some eggs in as she felt the warm fluff.

"Oh yeah, this is good," She muffled while looking at you.

"Thank you...uhm..." Nayeon saw your frown as she frowned too.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good, I uh, I don't want to bring the mood down, but, do you mind if we talk about my mom?" You asked as Nayeon stared for a few seconds before patting the empty side of her bed as you sat and rested your legs across, sitting up like her, "sorry for suddenly asking," you said as Nayeon shook her head.

"Don't be (YN), and you're not bringing the mood down, it's bound that we're to talk about this." She shrugged as you nodded.

"Okay, so last night, I’ve been thinking,” Nayeon lowered her plate, “I want to talk to her today.”

“You sure? No one is pushing you to do so.”

“I'm sure, it's been three weeks. I need to talk to her sooner or later, might as well be sooner.”

“Have you thought about what to say?” She asked.

“Somewhat. Of course it has to be about what happened and what’s to move forward with her and I, but other than that, I don't know what to expect. Her being furious or acting like it'd never happened.”

Nayeon couldn't see but she pictured the scratches on your other cheek.

The damage was there, but the bandage was long gone.

“I understand...what about us and living together?” She asked with in a mutter and you figured that last night too.

“Nay, you know how much I love it here, love being with you,” she smiled, "whatever happens, if you want me to, I'll be here with you.”

Nayeon placed a hand onto your cheek to feel you.

"Good, cause I ain't ready to see you go (YN)," you nodded, "why wouldn't I want my one of kind boyfriend to stay? Else whose going to make me pancakes for breakfast~" you smiled at her compliment, "but really, I enjoy you being here (YN), I do."

"Then stay I will," you agreed as Nayeon nodded, glad that you weren't planning to leave her.

"And you're right about your mom, maybe it is time to settle things and and if it goes well with her, good,” you nodded, “but if things don’t go well, we'll figure things out, okay? You are an adult so they can't force you to stay there, in fact, there's nothing they can do to make you stay there.”

"I know, alright then, uhm, I don't know if I should call her or just show up?"

"You should call first, just to get a gauge on what she's feeling," Nayeon instructed and went over at her side to get her phone on the bedside table, "you can use my phone. I'll just block it after if it doesn't go well, unless you need time?"

"No, I'll call now thanks," Nayeon turned her phone on and handed it to you and you pressed the call button-

"And (YN)," you turned to her, "I'll be with you every second okay?" You nodded at your girlfriend.

"Thanks Nayeon, you’re amazing you know that.”

“I know~” Nayeon repeated what you said to her as you chuckled and then turned your attention to her phone.

With her at your side, you had nothing to be afraid off.

You inputted the number to the house phone and you brought the phone over your ear.

...

...

“Hey mom…yeah it’s me…" Nayeon could hear her voice, but couldn't make out the words, "I’m good, I’m fine...” you looked at Nayeon, "…listen mom, I want to talk as well. I’d rather talk at home though…okay, I’ll be there in a hour or so…yeah, bye…” You hung up while dropping the phone.

Nayeon massaged your arm as you nodded at her.

“Hour is fine right?” you asked as Nayeon nodded.

“What she said?”

"...she actually said how I was doing and she even said that it was wonderful to hear me,"

"She did?"

"Yeah, she asked if I was okay and worried about how I was doing,” Nayeon didn’t think as much of that one, “ then I asked to talk and that’s when I said at home…then before hanging up, she said that ‘she missed me’.”

“Well, hopefully that sounds like she's sorry,” Nayeon said as you nodded.

“Yeah...what's sad is that honestly might be the first time I’ve heard her say that.” Nayeon scoffed.

“Tsk, well, she didn’t sound angry, right?”

“No, no she sounded relief and soft like...hopefully things will go well," you said to her as Nayeon nodded.

"Hopefully, alright then, guess we'll finish up and head there." You nodded, "go get your plate of food or something and join me," Nayeon pointed at the door as you nodded, but before you did, you leaned to her and Nayeon quickly accepted the passionate kiss from you, pouring all your love for her as Nayeon’s hand went on your neck, clenched slight as she didn’t want to pull away, but she cursed the heavens as you leaned back, your eyes inches from her.

“Thank you Nayeon. For everything.” Nayeon hummed. 

"No worries (YN)," you smiled at her and proccedded to leave as Nayeon sighed with amusement of her luck of snagging a wonderful partner.

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57 Minutes later

Nayeon rolled up the street of your home as you eyed the house when turning the corner.

"Ready?" She asked.

"Yeah, let's do it." Nayeon nodded and drove down and got to the gate of your well established home.

She pressed the button and waited...

...

...

"(YN)?"

"Hey mom," you said leaning forward for your voice to pick up.

"Oh my- you actually-come in." 

She said and Nayeon found that tone as if it was a different lady.

The gate was opening to the side as Nayeon turned to you.

"She sounded different."

"Yeah, you know I didn't even think if dad was here." You said while Nayeon pressed forward.

"Either way, it'll be no different,"

"Guess not." you answered as Nayeon drove around the driveway and parked near the main door.

You stepped out as did Nayeon and walked up while Nayeon locked her car and then quickly took your hand in hers as you continued to look at the door.

Not even halfway, it opened and you spotted your mother.

Her hair was let down, no make-up and she was in her PJ's.

Her facial expression was that of relief with a tender smile...something you haven't seen in a long while.

"(YN)..."

"Mom."

She spotted the cheek that had two red marks.

"Is your cheek-"

"It's fine," you answered as your mom nodded.

She turned to the hands held and to the other hand to which Nayeon, glared back, as your mother step aside.

“Uhm, c-come in,” you both stepped inside your home as you instinctively looked to where the camera where.

The door closed behind and you two turned to her.

 “Would you two like a drink?” She asked as you shook your head with Nayeon not responding.

"We should start talking mom.” You suggested as she nodded.

“Of course, sit," she waved at the living room and you three walked and you realized that your heart was accelerating with each step.

You took a breath to relax yourself as so far, it seemed to be mellow.

Upon taking a seat, your mom alone and you and Nayeon together, your mom cleared her throat.

“Do you mind if I start?" Your mom asked weakly and you've never seen or listened to her so low, so glum like.

"Go ahead." You offered as she nodded and Nayeon folded her arms, releasing your hand in the process.

"I’m sorry." Her hands were on her thighs, scrunging her sweats with her head down, “I’m so, so sorry for what I did to you. It’s no excuse, but I wasn't myself this past week and I would said something sooner, but I didn't know where you lived. I prayed that you were okay with Nayeon while away."

"You’d know I was with her?"

“I figured after what you said about her. (YN) I am incredibly sorry for what I did to you, I never wanted or meant to harm you. I was..so angry at the time and...and it got to me."

“...”

"I haven't been the mother that- no...no I haven't been 'a' mother to you (YN)...I treated you the same way mines did to me. She never cared for me, no matter what I've done, I can never get her attention. I tried so hard to earn her love. Every achievement, every trophy, every competition I won in school...they brushed it off. She never saw me as her daughter, not since dad left us, she used me as an excuse that dad was the reason he left...to her I was just a 'thing' that hovers near her."

Your mom closed her eyes.

"I promised myself to be the best at everything to earn her affection. Everything. I finished school, became a surgeon, had a successful life, married a then wonderful man...and she didn't say anything still, never came to my graduation, never to my first day on the job, not even my wedding. I never got her satisfaction, her happiness, her support...not even when I visited her final days."

She then looked at you.

"Since you were born, I had that promise drilled into my head so that I would have a perfect child. I swore to raise you to be the best as I could possibly make. I scolded you, I was always angry at every mistake you made, always upset at every failure and I lashed it out at you every time because I wanted you to be perfect...not for me...but to show my mom that I can be a better parent than her, better than she would ever be."

“...”

"But it was all in vain when I heard she had a heart attack. I thought that this was the last time I would see her. I wanted to be there, but...she kicked me out. She didn't want to see me still. That's why I stayed longer because each day I was trying to get to see her, but she wouldn't let me in. I wanted-needed to talk to her, to connect and maybe...maybe reconcile with her. But she passed away...and I never I had the chance to speak with her...and I was lost. I was lost and when I came home...I saw you and...that goal still was drilled into my head and…god I’m so sorry…" You saw her wince at her words as her story got to you. Not emotionally, but you’d figured the death of a parent would confer anyone.

"He went through all that because of your selfish reasons?!" Nayeon spoke up suddenly, "That doesn’t excuse you for behaving to your son like that! How dare you even call yourself his mother you selfish bitch!"

Your eyes widened at Nayeon’s choice of words and placed your hand on her shoulder

"Nayeon! Relax!"

“The way you treated him, you should be ashamed of yourself, you don’t know how horrible your son was when he called me for help, how much he needed the comfort from what you did," she told your mom straight and you were going to stop Nayeon, but she kept on going, “ (YN) said so himself that you’ve been talking crap to him for years, years!”

“...” Your mom was silent and nodded.

“Do you have any idea how amazing, unique, kind, smart and generous your son is for him to be treated like garbage here? He won’t admit it, but he’s been in silent pain for so long!”

“Nayeon that’s-”

"No (YN), she's right...I am a selfish bitch...a cold-hearted one..."

You stayed silent after that.

"Instead of being affectionate, I became cold like her. That goal became drilled into my head that I wasn't focused on being caring, but strict and then problems just occurred over time: work kept getting harder and harder, your dad and I started to argue, taking care of you and school and now mom and...I wanted to keep up my promise...I tried my hardest to keep it all together, but it just stresses me out down that I...I couldn't take it."

She looked towards you.

"And then I came back...I was so lost but that objective was burning in my mind that when I saw you and her-...I lost it...I lost you...trust me (YN), I never meant to hurt you, ever. When I did that heinous act...I couldn't even sleep knowing what I have done. I couldn't work since then either...but I want to fix that...I don’t expect you to forgive me or be around me for a while or at all and I don’t-I don’t blame you, not one bit. But if you want to come back, I promise to be on my best behavoir from now on. We’ll talk things out and I want to be there for you. I love you (YN). I do.”

Now that was a sudden notion as you turned to Nayeon who turned to you, but your eyes lowered and went back to your mom.

“...”

“...”

“...”

“...I forgive you mom,” that had an immediate reaction on her as she nodded, “but, I won’t come back. Nayeon and I talked and we decided to give us a shot, us two together at her place.” 

Your mother looked at Nayeon who nodded at her.

“...I understand. That might be for the best.”

“But it doesn’t mean that I don’t hate you mom. I get what you said, I do. I know I wasn’t exactly the best son that you wanted. I could have done better, that’s true. Honestly, we could have done better,” your mom nodded too, “I am sorry for everything that I’ve done to put you in those scenarios.”

Nayeon leaned back, why were you apologizing?

“Swe-(YN), you have nothing to apologize for. You wanted to have a fun life with your friends. I’m the only one who should be sorry.”

“...well, if there’s one thing to apologize for, it’s to Nayeon.” You looked at your girlfriend, “I’m sorry I yelled at you that day mom, but I couldn’t let you say heinous things to her.”

Nayeon turned to your mom.

“He’s right. I’m very sorry Nayeon. You were taking care of my son to the best and here I was degrading you. I didn’t mean to say what I said about you”

Nayeon blinked several times before taking a breath.

She wasn’t hurt by that at all.

“I overexagerated. (YN) told me of what you two did and…I’m sorry,” she then bowed her head to you both, “I really am sorry. Just promise me that you’ll take care of my son.”

Nayeon’s anger towards her lowered quite heavily, though the image of her slapping you was there, she didn’t want to bash the lady more than she had to.

Nayeon cleared her throat.

“Ms. (LN), I may not come from a wealthy background like you. I can't give him the fancy cars, this huge mansion filled with the latest gadgets like you can, but what I will give him is love and comfort."

“...”

"The time we spent together, has been wonderful. Our feelings grew over time when...and now, he and I are dating, but not just that,” she turned to you, “I love being with him and him to me."

Your heart thumped loudly in your chest as your eyes fixed on her, not being able to stop yourself from smiling.

"I promise you that we’ll be fine. I want-need him to stay with me too." Nayeon finished with her confidence and strength in her tone.

You smiled.

'Nayeon...'

If it wasn't already proven that all will be okay, that did it right there.

As long as you had Nayeon next to you, you knew you'd be just fine.

“And as for you,” she turned to your mother, “I’m not quite as forgiving as (YN) is, but I am glad that you seem to be sorry.”

Your mom smiled and nodded.

“That’s perfectly fine Nayeon. You have no idea how happy I am for (YN) to have someone like you."

Nayeon didn't know how to reply, but nodded at her.

“From what (YN) told me that day, you were important to him. I'm glad it's vice-versa." She then turned to you, “well, this place is always opened to you (YN) if you ever decide to come back.” She said as you nodded slowly. “And…I want to make it up starting now, do you pay for rent?” She stated as Nayeon gave a quizzical look.

“Why?”

“I want to pay for that for a while,” Nayeon wide-eyed, “I'll take care of it. As well as your education for you and (YN), when that comes."

"Mom..."

"I want too. It’s a start of a really long apology." Your mom spoke up as Nayeon could use the help...

“We’ll think about it.” Nayeon answered as your mom nodded with you sighing.

"Thank you. I'm also going to therapy, I need it badly." She admitted as you were wowed by that notion.

"Oh, well, that's good...and dad? Has he even asked about us?" You asked.

"No. I haven't called him nor him here,” Nayeon scoffed as you nodded, "that’s another issue I need to deal with. I’ll have a chat with him, but we’ll see what happens there."

You nodded, you knew it wasn't going to end well with the two.

“That’s it then…(YN), can you come here.”

Then your mom stood up from her couch as Nayeon stood up too.

"It's okay." You said to her as Nayeon looked back and forth and nodded as you stood up too and walked to your mom.

Being this close, you had images of that day with your breathing became heavy.

You then saw her right hand go up and you stood there.

Nayeon was about to step in when your mom gently placed her hand on your cheek the same one that was wounded and her face contorted as a tear went down her cheek.

"I-I'm so sorry..." You heard her mumble as she eyes were getting glassy...

Then she brought both her arms and wrapped you into her body.

"I love you (YN)...I don't show it, but I do...sniff I really do...Nayeon's right sniff...you are s-special...I am so s-sorry..."

You heard her words, each impacted you painfully.

Her first positive words to you ever.

You had a smile form as you held onto her tight back, enjoying the moment.

Nayeon stood there and gave a soft smile as she too. 

She hated your mom’s guts but she had a slight appreciation for this moment.

Soon you felt your mother's grasp let go and she held your shoulders as she stared at you.

"Be safe with Nayeon alright,"

You nodded.

"I will mom, you too," she nodded back while looking at Nayeon for a few seconds who gave a flat look in return.

"Well then, I suppose we're done here?" She asked while looking at you who shook your head.

"I'm gonna get some stuff first and then we'll leave,"

"Okay, I'll call your father and let him know what's going on in the meantime. So, are we okay?" She asked as you nodded once more.

"Yeah mom, we're okay."

Your mom sighed through her nostrils and gave you a quick hug in return, though broke it quick while stepping back a few steps while you backtracked to the stairs.

"And remember what I said about paying your bills please." She reminded as you nodded.

As Nayeon was about to join you...

"Thank you Nayeon,"

Nayeon heard and turned to her, staring for a few seconds before nodding and then walking forward again.

"See yah in a bit mom," you said going up the stairs as Nayeon sped her pace.

"See you (YN)," she said back and procedded to sigh in glee that her son is back, but now it was her husband's time.

Soon as you got to the door of your room, you stopped in place took in what just happened as Nayeon stared at your side and then peeked a bit in front of you, gathering your attention.

"You okay?" She asked.

"I'm a mix of emotions right now." You answered as Nayeon nodded, "I didn't expect it go like that,"

"Do you need a minute?" She asked while you shook your head.

"I think I'll take a minute in the car going back. Let's pack some stuff first," You said as Nayeon nodded and both entered your room.

------------------------------------------------

TIMESKIP

As Nayeon unlocked her door, she stepped in first as you entered behind with a luggage case and backpack.

Not a word was said throughout the ride as Nayeon figured you could use the space till you were ready to talk.

You also said your goodbyes to your mom...dad didn't answer, typical.

You'd promise to keep in touch and she agreed to do the same as you both waved each off the premise of your home and into Nayeon's car.

She locked the door and turned to see you lowering your items at the door and headed to the couch and sitting down on it, leaning forward as Nayeon decided to join you and sit down near you while putting her shoes away and saw you doing the same with your shoes and putting them in front and now relaxing as you leaned back on the cusions.

Nayeon looked at you for a few seconds before you turned to her.

"...sorry for being silent the ride back," you said as Nayeon shook her head.

"It's okay, you can take as much as you need, but how you feeling?" She asked and you saw and heard the concern: written and voiced.

"...I feel like I should more happy," Nayeon rose a brow.

"More?" 

"I don't know. Like all that she said and more was possibly the best outcome I could want and I am grateful that she was wanting to turn a new leaf and apologetic and proud and loved me, but it felt...lacking to me."

You said as Nayeon tilted her head.

"So it wasn't enough?"

"It's not that it wasn't enough, but, even hearing what I wanted to hear, it went and gone like that," You leaned back, "it may be weird to think, but I think the past weeks have depleted what I would think about what my mom thinks," you explained as Nayeon stared with no motion, "no offense to mom, but being with you made me forget about her day by day and soon it was in the back of my head, as being with you Nayeon was all I could think about."

"..." Nayeon smiled but she didn't know what she really did.

"I know we've been living with another for three weeks only, but can I say how incredible it's been with you Nayeon," Nayeon opened her mouth- "I'm serious. You've been caring and responsible for me while I've been intruding in your bussiness and-"

"(YN) you have 'not' been intruding anything, I'm happy that you're here with me too. Being alone is boring anyway so having my fun boyfriend around has been a 180 here." Nayeon defended quickly as you smiled.

"Thank you, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say anything negative, but what I'm trying to say is that having you around has changed what I thought of about my mom and everything that I wanted from her. It's like you said that you would give care and love to me and you've done nothing but that. You changed everything. This was, no joke, the best month of my life, having fun and enjoying myself and feeling the warmth and love by someone that's important to me." You eyed her as Nayeon kept smiling.

"You have no idea how much I appreciate you for giving me those feelings and moments Nayeon. This has been the happiest I've been in a long while and call me desperate or needy, but I'm happy knowing that you're with me and I'm with you now." You held a hand over Nayeon's resting on her thigh as she felt the warmth physically and emotionally, "you're important to me Nayeon and want to be her, be with you as well. If this, us is going to be genuine, then I promise you Nayeon, I'll do my best each and every day to make you how I feel felt: special, fortunate and much more, you have my word."

Nayeon sighed with earnest smile on her face.

"I know you will (YN), you have nothing to thank me for. I'm happy knowing that you're feeling that way. And trust me (YN), you already are making me feel what you said. You're a hell of a guy that any girl would be lucky to have at their side. And I am." You smiled at her statements to you, "and you're right, it's only been a month, but it's been a heck of a month, besides 'that'," Nayeon gestured and you nodded knowing it, "if I didn't think we'd be something (YN), I would have stopped you back then, nor I wouldn't have asked you to be my boyfriend, but I'm glad I took the chance and now, now I can really see us going far." Nayeon showed her gummy smile as you looked away and nodded, smiling like a fool.

"Now do me one thing (YN), shut up and kiss me." She ordered as you turned back to her.

"Gladly,"

Then Nayeon wrapped her arms around your neck and she leaned in to give a heartwarming kiss.

You returned it and placed your hands on her waist as you brought her close to you, which caused her to laugh in the kiss, but kissing you still as rough as she could.

About a minute passed and Nayeon pulled away as you and she got some air back.

She studied your eyes for a few moments before reaching up and grabbing your hand and retreating her figure.

"You know, I think a celebration is in order~" She allured to you as you mostly figured what she meant by that, but you kept the convo going.

"Anything in particular you're thinking?" You asked with a grin and you saw her smirk, a devious smirk.

"I think you know already~" Nayeon then walked backwards and into the hall leading to their bedroom and now you really knew what she wanted. 

"I don't suppose we’re heading in there to just lie down are we?” You said as Nayeon turned her head to you.

"We could, OR we could have some fun together~" She said with her eyes taunting you as you smirked back.

“And what ‘fun’ did you have in mind~” You kept going as Nayeon hummed.

"Sit."

She ordered you as you sat on the side of the bed while she stood right in front of you.

“It involves less clothes and less talking~ Besides," Nayeon leaned down and placed a hand on your crouch, pushing into your friend as she felt a reaction already, "I'm horny as hell and I need you really bad~ Right~ Now~"

=====================SMUT START==========================

Nayeon said before she threw herself at you and slammed her lips to yours and engulfed you both in a passionate kiss. 

You were completely shocked at the sudden attack but feeling the passion and the love and lust in the action and understanding what she wanted, you wrapped your arms around Nayeon and returned the kiss.

You two kissed and made out as their tongues impulsively rubbed against each other as Nayeon trickled her fingers through your hair while you did the same to hers.

Nayeon then broke the kiss and seductively giggled as she began to lift up her shirt, which made your sight heavy to leave her in a blue lace bra. 

She then took a step back and held her hands on her jeans as she undid the lone button and pushed down, to reveal a matching panties.

You were about to do the same, but Nayeon...

"No." She said while you stopped and she threw the jeans she had to a random spot in the room and then placed her hands behind her back, pinched the clasp, slipping the hooks apart and letting go to undo her bra strap, allowing it to fall loose on the floor and let cute breasts break free as the last time you saw her naked beauty was your first night together and seeing them only made you gritty for tonight.

Just pausing a minute to let you take her in, Nayeon studied you and your features, seeing a mix of rugged handsomeness and cute innocence in you, though she wasn't sure what it was that made her think so, and your friend suggested otherwise. 

"Lay back~"

Getting the idea, you laid down, your head tilting upwards and legs hanging over the bed as Nayeon gripped the sides of her underwear and lowered them while grinning at you.

You cock ached watching your sexy girlfriend strip and now fully nude to you while throwing the panties to the side of the room and know kneeling on the bed and upon getting near your head, one of your hands slid around from her firm ass and found its way between them to her exposed crotch, sliding over her hip straight to her puffy pussy.

Your fingertips gliding through her neat strip of pubic hair and down to her wet slit, your middle finger sliding down between her vulva, the insides of your knuckles bumping over her stiff clit, making her tense up and shiver with a ragged breath of restrained pleasure.

"Hmm~ hehe~ no (YN), not your fingers~" she said while you fully laid your head back as Nayeon crawled on top of you and sat over you, spreading her legs apart in front of your face and her pussy opening up to you as she leaned down and her lower lips made contact with your upper lips.

Placing her hands onto her breasts, she squeezed them as your eyes gazed up at her.

The scent of her lustful heat was strong for you to inhale as you quietly broke eye contact and darted your tongue out across Nayeon’s labia.

She took a deep breath, moaning before you found her clit and began to lick over it.

“Ohh~ right there~”

Gasping her breath, Nayeon flashed her teeth in a smile.

Seeing that expression on her face made you want to lick her clit a second and third time.

Once you were finally prepared to truly eat her out, you dipped your tongue down and slid it into her vulva lips.

Tasting her moist heat, you closed your eyes and listened to the soft cries Nayeon made.

Her voice nearly came out as she began to squeeze her breasts, pushing them together and then raising her head up to let out a sharp moan.

"Ohhhhhhh, yes. Don't stop, (YN)!"

Humming after yelling your name aloud, Nayeon opened her eyes and gazed down.

You eased your tongue into her juicy cunt, wiggling it around as your hands carefully caressed her thighs. 

Nayeon’s toes curled up and she let out another cry of pleasure.

Pleasure by her fingers was nothing compared to this.

"Keep going, don't stop (YN)! Mmmmmmm, it's so hot in here!"

You had no plans of stopping as you darted your tongue in and out of her pussy, keeping your mouth embedded on it as Nayeon curled her toes again and then moved her hands off her tits.

She slid her fingers down her stomach, feeling her own skin before finding her clit, rubbing at her sensitive button with her right hand index finger, then raking her left hand nails through your hair.

Seeing as how her chest was unoccupied, you reached up and grabbed her breasts, kneading them and pinching her stiff pink points between your fingers while Nayeon squirmed.

“God I’m gonna make you do this every day!”

You thrusted your tongue into her cunt at a faster pace, wiggling it around before thrusting deeper into her.

"Ohhhhh, yes!!"

Her voice came out strong as her voice echoed from the room and down the halls.

Nayeon gasped, moaning as you kept thrusting your tongue into her pussy.

"Ohhh god, ohhhhhhhhh yeah! Don't stop, I'm almost there!!"

Nayeon’s toes curled up as she continued to rub at her clit over and over, circling her fingertips across it and gripped your hair hard, almost pulling it.

Any time she touched your head, you made the effort to snake your tongue in and out at a faster pace, eager to make her reach that climatic breaking point, fully prepared to indulge yourself in the taste of her love nectar.

Nayeon whimpered, biting down on her lower lip to let out a purring moan.

"God you know how to use your tongue!"

She opened her eyes, gazing up at the ceiling and then gasping as you almost pulled your tongue from her pussy. 

Curling up her toes again, she threw her hands back and then felt her legs begin to shake. 

This was the moment you were ready for. 

Thrusting your tongue back into her pussy, you felt her body rock.

"Shit oh shit oh-ahhh!!"

As Nayeon screamed, you could taste her warm juices spraying to the back of your throat.

The burst came with such a strong force, you gagged and nearly choked while pulling your tongue out of her cunt, you leaned your head to the left as Nayeon began to feel weak as her juices leaked under your head.

He could feel the drops going down your neck as you were forced to turn to her face by her hands.

Nayeon was looking at you so desperately when they made eye contact, you could see her smile and hunched a bit while pushing herself back.

“Now that was what I missed. I’m gonna make a note to make you eat me out more,” Nayeon patted your cheek as you smiled back.

“Anytime you want,” you said as Nayeon grinned and chuckled.

“Hehe, careful what you wish for (YN)~” Nayeon then lowered herself down and laid on your side, bringing your lips to her mouth while she shoved her tongue into your mouth, tasting her own juices as you two traded kisses once again.

Upon breaking the kiss, she pulled away and licked her lips...

"Allow me to return the favor~ sit up," Nayeon started to snake herself down while you sat up on the bedside, "oh my (YN)~ someone wants my attention~" she said while lowering herself onto her knees, looking at the center of your jeans now resembling a tent.

There was no more talk as her hands dropped to work on your jeans, going for the button as your hands slid round to her front, Nayeon leaning back a little to let you access her, giving her breasts a good squeeze, cupping and squeezing at her chest and using your fingertips to coax her already firm nipples completely hard, pressing into the palms of your hands.

Going back to work, her dainty hands brushed over the bulge of your rapidly stiffening erection as she released the button and then pulled your zip down easily, exposing your bulging boxers.

"Hmm~"

Nayeon gave a moan, thrusting her hand into the front of your jeans, wrapping her soft hand round your cock through your boxers, just squeezing you a moment before starting to stroke you through the material, making you shiver in anticipation as she satisfying warmth of her ministrations spread through you. 

And then Nayeon leaned upward and both of you engaged in another particularly passionate kiss, sucking and biting at each others tongues playfully, Nayeon pulling at your bottom lip as you licked teasingly at her upper one, letting all the sensations mingle as she continued to stroke you, using her other hand to push your jeans down to your thighs and make you easier to access. 

Keeping one hand on her rack, you used your other to slide down the curve of her back to her ass, delivering a good squeeze to Nayeon smiled into the kiss.

"Hehehe~" Nayeon broke the kiss and her eyes said it all as she pulled your shirt up as you held your hands up to which Nayeon got it all the way up as you threw the fabric behind you.

Soon as that finished, Nayeon kissed hard and fast down your chest and licked down, sinking to her knees again before you, grabbing your jeans and boxers as you lifted your butt up for Nayeon to pull them quickly down to reveal your erection which sprung back up, inviting her attentions.

"There he is~"

 Grasping it again, she started to stroke you, harder and faster this time.

"Hmm~"

Her hand worked swiftly at you as she looked up alluringly from beneath her eyebrows, her spare hand moving downward to quickly rub at her pussy, making you breathe heavily in arousal as you saw her so blatantly pleasure herself as she tugged you off.

Nayeon continued to rub at herself as she gave some long squeezing strokes to your cock, base to tip, giving a few more quick strokes to you before she slid her hand to the base and held you still so she could lean forward, breathing hotly all over your bulbous purple head, looking up to you with a naughty smile, knowing just how she was teasing you, feeling you thrust towards her in a vain attempt to get your cock into her waiting mouth.

"You little tease~"

Giving a slow, powerful pull up your cock, she squeezed the blood to the tip of your penis, holding you as she then let her tongue flick out to touch the end of you, just doing it a few times, hearing you groan, in anticipation as much as pleasure.

"Hiss, damn...'

Nayeon ran her tongue over your firm head, relaxing her grip and stroking you again before she leaned forward and got on with it, planting a kiss on the end of your hard-on with her full, plump lips, which she then slid straight forward over your head and onto your cock, taking the first few inches of you into her hot, wet mouth, hearing you groan and shudder with pleasure as she did.

"Hmph~"

She wasted no time in starting to suck, not too hard, just right to please you as she started bobbing, squeezing and stroking the base of your thick shaft as she fellated you.

Building up speed quickly, Nayeon's tongue worked double time...

GULP

GULP

GULP

...flicking and wrapping round your cock, swirling wetly over the head, the tip tracing every contour of your manhood as she sucked you off, bobbing her head energetically, her glossy hair shaking around as it cascaded down over her shoulders. 

She slowed to match her hand with her head, bobbing up and down in duality, making you groan and push towards her as waves of pleasure ran through you.

Nayeon shifted a little, settling on her knees as she withdrew her hand from her slippery pussy, giving a last quick rub to her stiff clit before she reached up, removing her other hand from your shaft as she took hold of your hips, hanging back to saucily kiss the tip of your cock again, looking up at you sweetly as she licked the underside of your rock hard erection before taking it into her mouth again.

Nayeon sucked harder than she had, and worked faster, plunging down to take more of your cock now, over half, bumping the back of her throat as she gripped your hips, jamming her mouth down on you as she wetly sucked you off, swirling and tonguing at you whorishly as she slurped at your cock.

GULP

SLURP

GULP

"God damn Nayeon~ Oh fuck~" 

Then, Nayeon let her hands free and targeted your wrists to let move your hands to her head, where she looked up at you looking down and winked, making you bolder in sliding your fingers into her luxurious hair, taking a firm grip on her head as she pumped her mouth up and down on your hard-on, feeling her clit throb with need, her nipples hard and needing a good sucking, and a set of teeth wouldn't hurt them either.

Pushing down harder, she took a bit more of your cock as she sucked harder, drooling over your prick as she sucked busily, hearing you groan as you pulled her onto you more, helping her own motions, her fingers tightening her grip on you, sliding round to grab your ass a bit as you pushed into her mouth.

"Oh Nayeon~ God this feels amazing~"

Her full lips felt fantastic sealed around your cock as her succulent mouth went quickly up and down you, simply sucking harder and continuing to assault you with her tongue as you pulled back and then did it again.

GULP

GULP

GULP

It felt fantastic to see her full lips pouting round your engorged shaft as you pumped it in and out, building up the speed again. 

Even that didn't trip her up, and she just let you give her a proper throatjob, pumping her head up and down almost dribbling a basketball, opening her eyes to look seductively up at you from under her arched eyebrows, giving a look that begged you to do more with her than her mouth could offer.

You continued to drive your cock into her willing throat, which bulged at the intrusion, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked them in onto the sides of your cock, showing off her fantastic angles and beauty as she did, your eyes closing once more.

"Fucking..."

GULP

GULP

GULP

A little sensation from your balls up to the tip of your cock told you that if you just let Nayeon keep sucking your cock you wouldn't last very long.

"Nayeon! Ohhhhh god!"

To hear you moan her name out had only encouraged Nayeon to suck you harder and faster. 

You drew back your hand from her hair, clenching your fists momentarily as Nayeon showed you no mercy, leaving you with the impression that she wanted you to cum now as Nayeon continued to work her lips back and forth.

Your face scrunched up as you realized that you had merely seconds to go enjoying this wonderful pleasure. 

Exhaling deeply, you were trying to hold yourself back upon gritting your teeth and then crying out...

"I-I'm cumming Nay, oh-hmph! Ohhh~" 

Your cock exploded between her lips, firing off your load to the back of her throat as your voice echoed throughout the room. 

The feeling of your orgasm had stopped Nayeon and let your cock out as the first spurt went down her throat and the rest splattered onto her face as she closed her eyes at the next set of sperm facialing her and she continued to handle your cock now at a slow pace, milking your cock of every spurt of cum, letting it flay as it dripped on the carpet.

"Damn (YN), you trying to choke me?" Nayeon grinned while looking up at you.

Gazing down into her eyes, you breathed heavily, watching as she inserted your cock into her mouth again, giving one last suck off all the leftover cum and saliva and released it. 

Nayeon leaned back and pushed her torso out more to getting a look at her now as she had noticable white liquid on the left side of her face, mostly cheek and chin and some drops onto her breasts.

She rose her hand up, and got some on her fingers while she looked at the substance and inserted into her mouth, closing her lips and audibly swallowed your load.

"Damn Nayeon..." 

You grinned after witnessing her throat muscles clench as Nayeon giggled, flashing her teeth.

"Mmmm~ you know I understand why girls swallow, it's pretty hot. Now then," Nayeon tugged at your cock for a few moments, "seeing as you still have energy left," she Nayeon dripping wet and begging for attention... 

"Fuck me~" She ordered.

And with a newfound energy, you grasped her shoulders, drawing her to her feet and kissed her passionately, despite her sucking your cock and swalling your cum seconds ago, her now-proven tongue entwining with your own, sliding and pushing at yours.

Your hands sliding round her smooth back and down to her firm, toned ass, grasping the cheeks as her own soft hands slid round to hold onto your strong back.

You turned her round as you kissed, pushing her back against the dresser of the room, your rock hard cock pressing into her flat stomach.

Nayeon put her arms up round your neck as you reached under her pert rear to lift her up, where she promptly wrapped her gorgeous long legs around your waist, holding you tight as you put her on the edge of the dresser.

"I want to feel you inside of me," she gasped, practically begging she was so turned on as you reached down to grasp your rock hard cock, still moist from her sucking, pressing it down towards her juicy snatch.

You pressed into her slick pussy, and her face contorted with pleasure while pushing for just a moment till you felt her give way and let you in...

"Ohh~" 

"Hmm~"

...feeling her muscles hug every inch of your cock as you slipped into her, snug and tight but not holding you back, letting you push all the way to the hilt in her hot pussy as they both gave a groan of slight release at finally getting together. 

Holding still just a moment to bask in the sensations, they both took a few good breaths before Nayeon cheekily leaned forward and bit your shoulder, not too hard, but enough to spur you into action, grabbing her tightly and pulling her towards you. 

Taking the first thrust, you two moaned with pleasure. 

"Fuck me~"

"I intend to~"

The tightness of her cunt had greeted your shaft as you leaned your chest down to her, feeling her nipples poke into your skin. 

Nayeon's hands roamed over your back as you thrust again, causing Nayeon to gasp and pulling you closer by her legs as you began to thrust once more.

Drawing back and thrusting up into her hard, hard enough to lift her ass off the dresser a little, making her grunt deeply, her legs weakening a little before she wrapped them around you tightly once more.

She used them to help pull you deeply into her as you started to thrust in earnest, kissing her neck, running your tongue down the taut skin as you pumped up into her, giving her every possible millimeter of your cock.

Smack

Smack

Smack 

The sound of your bodies hitting together grew louder with each passing seconds. 

Your hands slid down her gorgeously smooth back to just above her ass, pulling her hips down and towards you on the edge of the dresser as you fucked her, Nayeon nuzzling in for a series of quick, hot kisses.

"Ooohh~ god it's even better than last time!" she gasped, giving a growl as you powered into her with a strong, slow thrust as she rolled her hips and clung tightly to you, breathing heavily.

"You weren't drunk then," you teased.

"Huff, then let's make it last!" she breathed, smirking as she pulled on your bottom lip with her teeth.

Squeezing her tighter and pumping her particularly hard, making her almost choke out the breath Nayeon had, giving a deep, moan as you picked up the pace, squeezing the top of her ass as you thumped in between her legs, feeling her pelvic muscles sucking your cock in as she helped slam you into her with her powerful thighs. 

Smack

Smack

Smack

Nayeon leaned back from you, hanging back on your neck, which you quickly followed up by sliding your hands up to the small of her sexy back, which she took advantage swiftly, letting go and leaning back, letting you hold her up. 

Arching back tightly, she pushed her chest out, presenting her breasts with their hard, screwed up nipples, glistening with sweat, a droplet sliding down over her lightly tanned skin, sliding just over her areolas as they bounced gorgeously before you, jiggling firmly as they screwed on the edge of her dresser.

You fucked hard, unable to hold back a wave of passion, kissing and biting insatiably as their hands roamed and squeezed, not wanting to let go.

Holding her tightly you picked her up, making her squeal and giggle as you spun her round and almost slammed her against the wall...

THUMP

...her ripe body bouncing delightfully as you did.

"Oh now this is hot!" 

Nayeon smiled wide as you let her slip back down on your cock, her thighs reaffirming their grip on your hips as you started to thrust again, their bodies rocking sweatily against the wall, Nayeon smiling as she panted, reaching up to swipe some hair back from her glistening face. 

She let out a loud, sharp gasp with each thrust you pumped up into her, her smooth back jarring up the wall with each one, her sweat letting her slide just right, her thighs squeezing harder as she felt a little surge of pleasure inside her, her body buzzing with the stimulation and excitement, sighing wistfully as she sank back down onto the good sized cock buried in her wet pussy.

"Hmph!" 

"Oohh!"

Smack

Smack

Smack

There were no words exchanged, there just didn't need to be, the only sounds their gasps and grunts as they fucked busily, Nayeon draping her arms saucily round your neck as they did, loving how you jammed her into the wall, how you pumped between her legs, your hands grabbing her ass as you supported her, just as you loved feeling her weight, her hot, thighs around you, her juicy snatch squeezing at your hardon, the way her long hair tickled your face as it hung down around them.

Smack

Smack

Smack

Your fingers sunk into the soft flesh of her ass, making her moan in pleasure at being almost forcefully taken, something she did enjoy, a little bit of the rough stuff, spurring you to thrust harder, and deeper, than you had since you got her against the wall, driving right to the hilt in her, your bulbous head practically barging her cervix open.

"Ohh! FUCK ME! FUCK ME (YN)!"

It was one of the sexiest things you'd ever seen in your life.

Nayeon pinned back against the wall by you, rocking up and down on your stiff cock, her head back, hair cascading down the wall behind her while eyes were getting lost in lust, her breasts bouncing just perfectly as you fucked her, spurring you to add a bit more power despite the burning in your thighs.

Smack

Smack

Smack

She let out a deep, shaking groan, her pussy squeezing on you to indicate just why, her thighs gripping your hips tightly, almost stopping you inside her, till she relaxed a little and let you continue, which you did harder than before, jamming her stiffly into the wall as her fingers gained speed.

"C-can't hold you up much longer N-Nayeon," you gasped through gritted teeth, your hands squeezing her ass a bit more as you pushed up into her juicy pussy, feeling her strong, tight velvet walls clamping down around your manhood.

"Get on the bed!" she barked, quickly leaning forwards to kiss you hard, hungrily, biting at your lips as they snogged, her tongue just about finding your in her haste, causing you to bear the burning in your muscles a little longer before reluctantly lifting her off your cock and setting her down, unable to restrain a sigh of relief however. 

Nayeon made a power move. 

The time had come to show her vigorousity when she pushed you to the bed until you were laying flat on your back. 

When you looked up, your eyes were greeted with...

Nayeon's body successfully straddling you and all you could do was lay back and let your girl take you for a ride. 

When she moved her hands to push down over your chest, Nayeon leaned down. 

Her hair dangled from both sides of her face as she looked you in the eyes and began to roll her hips while your eyes closed momentarily for you were at a loss of words, unable to speak as you felt your cock pumping in and out of her pussy.

"Mmmm, you like that? You like how I ride your cock~ Cause I love it~"

You didn't reply as you began to buck your hips upward, meeting with her thrust as they became one love united and two bodies synchronizing. 

Not even a second after that a sweat-drenched Nayeon was riding on your erection while facing you and she had her hands on your chest for good balance. 

Her face carried a truly lustful smile as you thrust into her inner tunnels and she moaned in total ecstasy. 

"Hmm! Hmph!"

Smack

Smack

Smack

This along with her eyes giving her a possessed look demonstrated how high her lust for you was.

Her breasts began to shake, wobbling up and down before you placed your hands over them. 

Leaning up, you shoved your mouth to her left nipple, sucking on it while Nayeon moved her hands to your shoulders, roaming her fingers down the back of your head gripping what she could as she felt repeatedly felt your cock thundering into her pussy. 

Nayeon had completely lost all control of herself as something inside of her snapped and she was now screaming your name over and over again begging you not to stop, and her screams of ecstasy were like music to your ears.. 

She continued to thrust herself down after you stopped bucking your hips. 

Throwing her head back, Nayeon moaned out her words.

"Ohhhhh, yeah! Feels so good!!"

Smack

Smack

Smack

The sound of your bodies hitting together grew slower with each passing seconds as you continued to suck on her nipple, only pulling your mouth away to alternate to her other tit and lick over that nipple too. 

"Oh yes (YN), suck my nipples, they're all yours, just please me~"

Nayeon shoved you between her breasts and then shaking them around as she continued her series of slow thrusts down. 

Your cock pumped back and forth inside of her as she breathed heavily, letting out soft moans, as you moaned with Nayeon and her ass kept landing on your lap as you resumed your thrust, though more slowly, into her inner tunnels. 

"N-Nay...I'm cumming again," You said looking up at her, your tongue pulled away from her saliva coated nipples as Nayeon nodded and decided to step it up.

Nayeon rode your length as it pummeled into her walls and she cupped your face and lustfully pressed her lips on yours and their tongues violently clashed once again, her thumbs stroked your cheek, the scratched one, affectionately and tenderly touched your light wound as they kissed and made out. 

Nayeon then pushed her body forward, having you fall on your back as Nayeon rolled her hips forward as your own hips shot upright and sent your cock pistonning into her fiery core. 

"Hmph Hmph! Hmm!"

You two groaned into each other's mouths, not wanting to end the kiss or friction of each others sensation.

Your vein-covered length soared into her womanhood and after a few more hip movements and thrusts, you came into Nayeon and flooded her with warmth.

"Hmmm~"

The sweating couple moaned into each other's mouths as their release streamed out of Nayeon and trailed down your cock.

Though not one of them seperated yet as you and Nayeon continued to make out to a slow and gradual kiss, your hands roaming around her back as Nayeon was still on your cheeks.

Upon separating lips and Nayeon deciding to lift herself off you, your release drained out of her pussy and your cock fell onto your tummy with a splatter of liquid.

Nayeon huffed and reached down to feel her pussy just soaked to the touch.

"Jesus Nayeon..." you said sweaty and gathering your energy as Nayeon nodded.

"I know, as much as I don't want to stop, I got one more round in me~" Nayeon said in that same sweet, yet seductive voice and you smiled before nodding as Nayeon turned her head around and then back to you.

"I think we need a new position then. You know doggy?" She asked as you nodded, "good," and she stood up and returned to the dresser where you fucked her before.

Your eyes caught onto her inviting ass while Nayeon approached the dresser and leaned her upper body, popping out her butt and glistening slit as she spread her legs.

She looked back with a grin.

"Hurry up and put your cock in me again~ and since this is the last (YN), give me your all!"

Now, you followed, but not in a rush as you walked behind her. 

The image of Nayeon inviting you while presented like this had a rush in you to go again as you stroked your cock to a hard form, though not fully as you reached Nayeon.

Down below, you gripped your cock and then began to rub it between her thighs as Nayeon glanced at you from across her right shoulder. 

She flashed the front row of her teeth in a goofy smile, softly giggling at you while you tried to tease her in return by rubbing the head of your shaft across her vulva lips. 

"Just fucking fuck me (YN)!"

Wasting no more time, grabbing your cock and pressing it between her legs to the back of her dripping cameltoe, pressing between the puffy lips into her entrance, which just held a moment before you slid into her, easily gliding right to the hilt in her hot pussy as they both groaned. 

Pushing forwards against her peachy rear, you bumped her hips against the edge of the dresser, getting her settled in a stable position, before taking hold of her slender waist, pulling back against her hips for leverage, pulling yourself a bit deeper into her which made her whine a little before you withdrew.

"Yes, oh yes..."

Nayeon moved her head, closing her eyes and laid at the furniture below. 

Her breasts hanging down delightfully beneath her, but that also meant they made contact first, so her stiff, sensitive nipples touched onto the surface first, making her yelp in shock from the cold, the sharp chill racing all over the front of her body, her chest and tight abs, shivering as you held her there with a smile.

It felt like you were pulling her back from the dresser she was so snug on your cock, her pussy holding onto you tightly as you pulled back, making you gasp before giving a growl as you drove back into her, your hips banging against her firm ass once more, both of them giving a grunt, Nayeon dropping her head with a shudder as you did, jamming her hips against the dresser.

Grasping her more tightly, you went to work, drawing right back against till you threatened to slip out of her before plowing back in, driving full depth in her so your balls pressed against her, feeling the divine sensation of her lovely ass against your crotch.

"F-fuck (YN)~ Oh you go deep~"

"You love this don't you~" You said as Nayeon nodded in place.

"So much! So goood~"

She murmured in pleasure as you ground into her bum for a moment, shifting her bare feet on the floor to spread her legs a bit more, making her steadier and allowing you better access to plunder her treasures, as if you needed it.

You responded by immediately jamming into her deeply once more, making her give a groan of surprise and pleasure as your throbbing erection was buried into her, feeling every ridge of you.

Smack

Smack

Smack

Holding her waist still with your left hand, you leaned forwards and let your right hand sneak underneath her, across the bottom of her stomach and down to her pussy, sliding through her damp landing strip to find her stiff clit.

Nayeon shifted a little with a murmur but she soon lost herself to a deep shudder of pleasure and a stuttered moan of pleasure as your fingertips slid over her clit, stroking her through the delicate pink hood.

"Oh my god! Oh god! Ahh yeah!"

You focussed on thrusting at the same time as playing with her, concentrating hard to make sure both kept going properly, not jerkily, wanting to please her properly.

Maintaining your stiff thrusts into her primarily, if a little slower, you then got to work stroking her clit, running your fingertips round the stiff little nub in swift circles, quickly going one way then reversing on her, as well as going directly over the top to make her shiver, as well as cheekily delivering little squeezes and pinches to it, something that made her thighs squeeze together strongly.

Smack

Smack

Smack

You could tell she wanted to protest, to complain at such direct pressure to her sensitive button, but loved the feeling far too much to want it gone.

"God you feel amazing~" 

You could feel her vagina rippling round you, clamping down on you more frequently now, more erratically, Nayeon clearly nearing her climax.

"How are you so go-ah! I can't even move~"

Speeding up your ministrations on her willing body, you worked her clit harder and faster than before, something she seemed to respond very well to, her whole body giving a shudder and bucking strongly on the dresser in pre-orgasmic tension.

Smack

Smack

Smack

Continually to plunge your rock hard cock in and out of her, your fingers danced on her clit, working hard to get her to climax as you tried to angle yourself to pressure her G-spot with your bulbous head, which seemed to have some affect as she groaned and pushed back onto you a little more, her hips rocking onto you just perfectly to get her off, which you managed moments later.

"Shit, shit, shit! Oh I'm cumming (YN)! I'm cumming!" 

Nayeon tensed up, her body tightening up like a spring in the time it took you to rub her vigorously and thrust into her three or four more times as deep as possible, arching up from the dresser, before she suddenly sprung, giving a long, loud scream of ecstasy.

Her back arched tightly, pressing her fantastic tummy down against the dresser top, her pussy clamping down tightly round you, squeezing at you rhythmically, trying to milk you for a load you weren't yet giving her, though her squeezing was gonna get you pretty damn close, steeling yourself to ride it out as you hot, juicy pussy worked round you, feeling a little rush of her hot juices leaking round your cock as she orgasmed.

"Ah-ah-ohhhh~"

She grabbed the other side of the dresser and pulled herself down hard on it as her screamed turned to gasps and grunts of pleasure as the smaller waves of the orgasm broke over her, her body glistening with sweat as she jolted and shook over the dressing table, becoming aware again that you still had your rock solid erection buried to the hilt in her, your fingers still lightly massaging her most intimate place.

"Holy fuck (YN)...did you..." she breathed, looking back over her shoulder at you shaking your head.

"Not yet," 

"Then don't hold back...cum in me~" she breathed, looking back over her shoulder at you, reaching up to hook her dark, luxurious hair back over her ear to look foxily out of the corners of her eyes.

You just gave a smile and pulled back, loving how her now even more slippery pussy moved around you, pulling back till her labia bulged a little before driving back deep into her, groaning at her now tighter, juicier pussy, feeling just sublime on every millimetre of the smooth skin of your cock.

"Hmph~"

You didn't need to try and distract from your climax now and held onto her tightly, your fingers pressing into her skin as you pumped vigorously into her with short, fast strokes, gasping in pleasure as almost immediately you felt your balls start to tighten.

"That's it~ Keep going~" Nayeon cooed, coaxing you on as you pounded into her hard, slapping into her ass healthily as you did, making the firm cheeks jiggle delightfully on the process, Nayeon still holding the other side of the dresser with one hand.

It was all you could take, feeling the inevitable sensation as you reached the point of no return, your cock hardening a little more inside her in the final moments, which she capitalised on by squeezing down on you tightly with her pelvic muscles to help finish you off.

"Oh shit, oh god I'm there Nayeon! Just a few- hpmh!"

You held on as long as you could muster, your fast, deep strokes grinding down to a slow, strained push of your cock into her, right to her womb, your sperm already leaking out before you let go and burst inside her, spilling your hot, thick load deep in Nayeon, who gave a deep, satisfied groan of pleasure as she felt your warm, thick come shooting deep inside her.

"Hmm~ Hehe~" 

Holding yourself as deep as possible inside her, you bucked and thrust against her as you emptied your balls into her, a particularly big load, though that was no surprise given you'd had her sucking you, and then got to fuck her, through an orgasm at that.

Giving a last few powerful pushes into her, you gave one last drive, getting right in and pushing as deep as you could, which Nayeon rewarded with a strong squeeze of her hot pussy, getting every last drop from you, before they both sagged exhausted, her over the dresser, you with your shoulders sagging as the tension was relieved in them.

You just stood breathing heavily behind the gasping Nayeon, both of them trying to catch their breath after your energetic sex, your cock softening inside her slick body.

Letting your hands slide up onto her back, you pulled them down to give her perfect ass a good squeeze as you pulled your cock out of her, a little trickle of their combined juices leaking from Nayeon and running down the inside of her thigh.

You went back to the bed and sat down, eventually lying on it as Nayeon glanced back to watch you, then get a stretch over the dresser, a further arch that showed off her tight ass and her bulging pussy between her thighs. 

Standing up slowly, she turned, your eyes taking in her wonderfully naked body as she stepped close to you with a smile and then plopped on the bed face-down.

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"I can safely say that THAT was way better than last time...you are a sweetheart outside and yet a monster in bed (YN)," she purred sliding her arm on your body and holding herself close to you, looking up at you with a suggestively smirk, "we're doing this more often~" she looked at you as you nodded.

"Very." Nayeon chuckled some while leaning into your body.

"You're...incredible Nayeon," you said, unable to say anything else, since she really seemed it. 

She grinned at it, loving the flattery like any other woman, looking almost shy and girly with it.

"Thank you...I'm glad you're mine (YN)," she muttered while her eyes were threating to fall close, "I really am,"

You took a look at her and nodded.

"And you to me Nayeon...I love you," you said to her as Nayeon lifted her head just slightly, thinking she mistook what you said.

But you didn't as you kept your smile at her.

Nayeon felt her body feel reguviated once more as she smiled and leaned up to lock her full lips with you, kissing you quite tenderly, their lips parting to just allow a sensual blending of their tongues in their most intimate kiss of the evening, far more to it than just lust this time.

Slipping away, she daggered her sight into yours and...

"I love you too (YN)..." Your heart jolted upon hearing so and Nayeon gave a few kisses down your cheek and then rested her head on your shoulder and relaxing with a sigh as she rested her head. 

Just like last time.

She tightened herself onto you and you to her as Nayeon closed her eyes and heard your heartbeat as you looked at the ceiling...you couldn't believe how 180 your life turned when Nayeon came into your life.

Everything was going up.

Your relationship with your mother seems to be at a fixing point, though it will be a bit before you can fully come with terms with her, you figured and hoped that everything will be alright at least.

Dad, well, you didn't see him to be caring as he was pretty much 'married' to his job, if he did came back and talked, you thought it wasn't going to end on a good ending...but who knows, maybe he'll change like mom.

But as for now, as with your girlfriend resting on top of you; you made a promise to yourself and to Nayeon.

To cherish and love her as much as she has to you.

No matter what.

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AND THAT'S THAT!

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❝𝕬 𝕮𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖂𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖀𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖊𝖉❞ | 𝕮𝖞𝖓𝖔 𝖝 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

Synopsis: Cyno is known to have sharp senses due to his duties as Matra. But somehow, the case of his missing significant other went unnoticed.

Pairing: Cyno x Reader

Genre: Angst to fluff

💮 — Author Answered: Oh dear, I may need to revise my rules if it causes confusion... Still, thank you for the request Anon!

Note: Cyno might be a bit OOC at the end of this, not sure how he would "canonically" react... (But bruh, it literally appeared in my dream like whaaatt...??)

Ah, you. Yes, you. Just a regular old Amurta scholar from the Akademiya that somehow managed to capture the General Mahamatra's heart. Sometimes you wonder, what really attracted him to you? Is it your intelligence? Is it your appearance? You think you're just an ordinary person. Well apparently not to him.

You see, Cyno actually has a little story about how he came to like you. One time when you were a student, Cyno was walking around the halls of the Akademiya. Not exactly on patrol, but he was keeping an eye out for "suspicious activities". It was night time and usually people were already asleep, but not for students at the Akademiya as they were still awake studying or finishing their assignments.

Out of the blue, Cyno caught a glimpse of a student rushing out of the Akademiya through one of the side doors. It looked real suspicious so he followed them to the upper level of Razan Garden. What he thought he would catch a student doing something against the Akademiya's rules, became the moment that might have made him fall in love at first sight.

"Oh wow, look at that! It really bloomed at night!"

The student Cyno was after was named Y/n. And it turns out that they were examining the City of Contracts' signature local flower, a Glaze Lily. They held the Glaze Lily above their head, exposing it to the moon's light.

Okay, so what? Cyno just coincidentally fell in love with a student who loves flowers. What's so special about it? Here's the thing.

Cyno is so used to treating people who break the rules harshly, he was amazed by the way you treat plants gently and lovingly. Something he had never felt and experienced before. Cyno never admits it but he has stalked you several times, watching you tend to the plants. One time, he even went to visit you.

You were preparing some things for a upcoming presentation. You were nervous. And the arrival of the General Mahamatra didn't help either.

"G-General Mahamatra...! What brings you here...?"

"Relax, I just came here to ask a few questions."

"Uhh... sure! Ask away!"

"How many lips does a flower have?"

Huh? What...? How many lips does a flower have? What kind of trick question is this? Did you really miss something that your teacher explained before? Oh boy...

"W-well... technically, according to what I know and if I didn't miss anything from my teacher, flowers don't have l--"

"Two-lips."

There was an awkward silence at first that made Cyno think he had ruined his chances. Until something clicked in your head, causing you to burst out laughing.

He was stunned, yet again. He never had anyone to genuinely laugh at his jokes. Most of the time, he has to explain them which defeats the purpose of telling the joke.

"Oh, I get it now! Sorry, it took a while. That was a good one. Can you tell me another plant related one?"

"...Sure."

Since that day, you two often meet and hang out together. Other students would normally be wary of him and avoid him, but not you. Till the day of your graduation, Cyno would visit you and tell one of his awful jokes.

"Cyno!"

He was already waiting for you at Razan Garden and you went to meet him, still wearing your graduation gown.

"Did you come to my graduation ceremony?"

"I saw it, briefly. You graduated at the top of your class," he said crossing his arms.

"Yeah, I did. And it's all thanks to you and your silly jokes. Thank you, Cyno."

Cyno was about to deny that he did nothing to help you with your studies when all of a sudden, you planted a kiss on his cheek and ran away.

Nabil, a Matra who was looking for Cyno saw him still standing in the same spot as when he was talking to you.

"Cyno! There you are. I even went around the Akademiya looking for you, I was hoping you could-- Cyno? Hello? Teyvat to the General Mahamatra!"

Cyno didn't respond to any of Nabil's calls, his brain was still processing the kiss you gave earlier. He was also trying hard to hide his blushing face and keep his cool as Cyno covered his face with his hand.

"Just pretend you saw nothing, Nabil."

"W-what...? I didn't see anything. Really, what happened? Your face is red, are you sick?"

"Ugh... I'm fine!"

(time skip brought to you by le author :P)

"Tighnari, have you seen Y/n? Did they come to Gandharva Ville recently?"

The General Mahamatra's sudden visit to Gandharva Ville surprised the Forest Watcher and even the Trainee Forest Ranger, who was hiding somewhere. He looks so disheveled, stressed out and exhausted, unlike his usual appearance.

"Y/n? No, I haven't actually. If they were here, I would hear them coming from miles away. First of all, take a good look at yourself. What happened to you? What did I say about taking care of yourself?" Tighnari said, scolding Cyno at the end.

"I just talked to them a few days ago. Where have they gone... to..."

Cyno's words trailed off as he slowly falls forward. Tighnari who quickly knew what's going on, caught Cyno who had fainted.

"H-hey...! Cyno, stay with me now. Oh, crud. Collei!"

The aforementioned Trainee Forest Ranger came out from her hiding place and came over to her mentor.

"Yes, Master Tighnari? *gasp* The General Mahamatra?! What happened?" Collei asked.

" *sigh* He has overworked himself, and it seems that this isn't the first time he's been in this situation. Why do you have to worry me like this...? Ahem, sorry for rambling to myself... Help me out here."

The sound of the General Mahamatra stirring in bed caught Tighnari and Collei's attention. He finally came to his senses after passing out earlier.

"I see that you're finally awake. How are you feeling?" Tighnari asked.

"Feeling like shit actually..."

Tighnari quickly swatted Cyno's arm that was covering his face and went to grab a glass of water.

"Please don't use that kind of language, especially around Collei. Luckily she didn't hear you. Here, drink some water."

Tighnari helped Cyno get up to drink some water. He then continued his lecturing session, "This is what you get for overworking yourself. I've reminded you many times, on multiple occasions, to take care of yourself. Could you please stop making other people worry about you?"

Cyno was silently contemplating his actions. Tighnari is right, he has troubled a lot of people. Does that mean, he has troubled you too? Cyno then confessed something he had never told Tighnari before.

"Tighnari, Y/n once told me that they were often ridiculed of by other scholars for dating me. Some said that their graduation was made easy because they are the General Mahamatra's significant other, others say their works are not purely their own but are accepted because of that too. They must have felt the pressure of dating someone with a high title like me. Have—have I troubled them too? Have they withdrew from this relationship because of me?"

"Cyno, I don't believe Y/n is that kind of person. They are devoted to you and appreciates who you are. Think about it. You can't be giving up hope, Cyno. This isn't like you!" Tighnari tried to reason with him.

"If that's their decision, then I have no other choice but to respect it. I don't blame them for breaking up with me either."

Tighnari was silent hearing Cyno's words, he sympathized with him. He didn't know what else to say to cheer him up. So, Tighnari committed himself to find out about your whereabouts.

"I'm heading out, but I won't be back for a few days. Collei, I trust you to take care of Cyno. If he moves an inch off the bed, guess I'll have to tie him to it."

"It's not like I'm planning on moving anyways..."

Tighnari sighed before leaving his hut. Collei, who had been silent all this time, was confused about what to do after her Master left her. Until Cyno opened the conversation.

"You've been quiet all this time. Does my presence even my name alone remind you of the sealing process too much?"

"Ah! Uhh... I... Yeah, it does..." Collei answered nervously.

" *sigh* Forgive me, but there was no other way to seal away the god's remains in your body. It must have been an unthinkably painful process."

"No no, you don't need to apologize. Matter of fact, I'm the one who's supposed to apologize... and thanking you. I'm sorry for all the trouble I've caused you... and, thank you for bringing me back from Mondstadt to Sumeru and finding me a safe place to stay."

For once in his life, Cyno's usual stern face softened (which was really out of character for the serious General Mahamatra). He even asked Collei to come closer to him.

Cyno reached out his hand and started stroking Collei's head, giving her a pat once in a while.

"It was very admirable of you."

Tighnari had arrived at Sumeru City, and just as he remembered it was very loud and crowded.

"Ugh... it's so loud! I want to go home so bad... But not now Tighnari, you're already committed to finding Y/n. Maybe I can use this crowd to my advantage..." he mumbled to himself.

So Tighnari began to deliberately "search" for conversations about you, the amount of times he had apologized silently for eavesdropping on conversations he shouldn't have heard was countless. But then, he overheard a conversation about you coming from the direction of Puspa Café.

"What's the matter, my lady? You seem restless lately..."

"Oh, Dehya... It's just that, Y/n hasn't been visiting lately and I'm worried something might have happened to them."

Ah, bingo. That's the conversation he wanted to hear. Assured he had found the right person, Tighnari came up to them.

"Excuse me."

Tighnari's greeting made them both turn their heads.

"I apologize for eavesdropping on your conversation earlier. But, are you two familiar with a scholar named Y/n?"

(Another time skip brought to you by le author :P)

"I see. So you too have Eleazar, Miss Dunyarzad. May I ask, how did you get to know Y/n in the first place?" Tighnari then asked.

"Well, we first met at Lambad's Tavern. At that time, I was eating alone, secretly hoping Dehya would join me."

"Wait, you were hoping... I would join you...? My lady..." Dehya murmured but was still heard by Tighnari, causing him to smile a little. Dunyarzad smiled too.

"And at that moment, Y/n entered the tavern. They ordered their food and looked for a place to sit. They might have noticed the sad expression on my face so they went to sit next to me."

(A flashback that's written from Dunyarzad's POV)

"Excuse me. I'm sorry but I can't help but notice the sad look on your face. Mind if I sit here to accompany you?"

"Oh, um... No, not at all. Please, have a seat."

Actually, I just remembered, Y/n was sitting across from me. Not beside me. They then put an unfamiliar plant on the table. Coincidentally, the food that Y/n ordered was served at the same time.

"Here you go, Y/n. An order of my famous Lambad Fish Roll. I see you got a new plant again, what is it this time?" Lambad, the tavern owner asked.

"It's a Small Lamp Grass, I'm sure you've seen it during your travels in Mondstadt. I'm just wondering if this plant will glow in a dark room or does it only glow at night. Also, I found out that it can be used as a cooking ingredient to enhance other flavors."

"Hahaha, of course! I've seen them before, it's been a while though. Say, do you have any more of these Small Lamp Grass? I want to experiment with them for my cooking," Lambad said.

"I have some still growing back at my residence. Maybe I can give you some and you give me something in return?"

"Aha! You've got a deal there, kid. Enjoy your fish roll!"

I've only been paying attention to Y/n's conversation with Lambad, and I realized how close they are. I also want to have a friend like them.

"You grow plants at your residence?" I asked.

"Yup, I am an Amurta graduate from the Akademiya. And now, I'm researching plants from all over Teyvat. I have a lot of plants at home, would you like to see them?"

(Flashback and Dunyarzad's POV ends)

"Since that day, Y/n has given me many plants and flower over the course of their visit. I'm worried for them and their plants back home, no one has been taking care of the plants if they're missing."

"Hmm..."

Tighnari thought long and hard as to what he was going to do. Until he came up with a plan that might help.

"Alright, I might have a plan. So we will..."

The General Mahamatra has returned to Sumeru City after a few days' stay in Gandharva Ville. Collei has made sure that he was in good condition and allowed him to leave. It's strange that Tighnari hasn't come back yet. Hmm...

He decided to take a walk in the Grand Bazaar. At first he went there to take his mind off things. But then, he saw something he thought he wouldn't ever see again.

"Y/n...?"

Cyno couldn't believe his eyes. He saw your figure walking with someone in the Grand Bazaar. His instinct immediately told him to run to you.

"Are you sure you don't need anything else?"

"No, I'm fine Dehya..."

"Are you really sure? You know my lady wouldn't be happy if anything else happened to you."

"I'm 100% sure, Dehya. I'm fi--"

"Y/n?"

Suddenly you heard a call of your name and felt a strong grip on your arm. You turn to look at the person and it's Cyno, the General Mahamatra who is also your boyfriend.

"Cyno..."

"Hah, there you are. You can thank me later for saving them. And also a friend of yours by the name of Tighnari, you can thank him too. I'll see you around, and make sure you keep an eye on your significant other," Dehya said before leaving.

Cyno and you stayed in place for a while. You're happy to see him again, while he has mixed feelings.

"Y/n, I need to talk to you. Let's go somewhere quieter."

"O-oh, okay. Lead the way."

Cyno took your hand in his and took you to a place with far less people.

"So what do you want to talk about... Cyno?"

He froze on the spot for a while before suddenly hugging you tightly, bringing you down to the floor with him.

"Cyno... Aww, it's okay... Shhh, I'm here now. No one will hurt me again."

It took a while for you to completely calm him down. You admit it's the first time you've seen him so vulnerable. The normally serious, curt and stoic Cyno, striking fear into the hearts of researchers of the Akademiya is now so fragile in your arms.

"Where have you gone? What happened? Tell me everything," he asked.

"I... don't know, I can't seem to remember much. But from what Tighnari and Dehya said, they said I was kidnapped."

"Who kidnapped you? Tell me who they are so I can hunt them down."

"I don't know either. Dehya said they were just a few Eremites, but they didn't know why they were targeting me. Maybe they thought that kidnapping the General Mahamatra's significant other can make them easy money, or it could be something else."

Cyno sighed, "It's fine, what matters is that you are here now. I swear if I ever run into them, I'll beat them up mercilessly."

His threat somehow made you laugh as Cyno kissed your forehead.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

[Author's Note]: I'm sorry this took so long, we ran into some technical difficulties a few days ago :v

Publication date: October 21st 2022

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[tymime]

Public Domain cartoon characters from the Golden Age of Animation (and beyond)

Revised and expanded version of this post: https://tymime.tumblr.com/post/648495121557585920/instead-of-whining-about-mickey-mouse-not-falling

While Mickey entering the public domain is exciting and all, I do think a lot of people are overlooking the many other animated characters that are available to use in their creative works. This list isn't entirely exhaustive, but it does highlight some of the most interesting and/or appealing characters, as well as ones that have the potential to be so.

Koko the Clown

One of the oldest cartoon stars from the Fleischer studio, almost all of Koko's silent-era cartoons are PD, and have been for quite some time. A handful of his appearances alongside Betty Boop are also PD.

Oswald the Lucky Rabbit

Oswald's PD status has been greatly overshadowed by his fellow Disney star Mickey, but I believe that he deserves more recognition. All of the shorts produced by the Disney studio are PD as of this year, and let's face it, those are the only ones most people care about. Pegleg Pete's bear design is also PD. Keep in mind that the blue shorts that Oswald wears in Epic Mickey and elsewhere are likely copyrighted, so I recommend steering clear of that. I'm also not entirely sure you can use the name "Ortensia" for his cat girlfriend, since that name first appeared in Epic Mickey also. She was called "Kitty" back in the day, among other things.

All of Van Beuren Studio's cartoons

The Van Beuren Studio was active during the rubberhose era, and their cartoons, especially the earlier ones, are like a cruder, possibly even more bizarre cousin to Fleischer and Disney. They went bust in the late 1930s, and no one renewed the copyright later on, so the entirety of their output is PD.

Their most notable characters include Tom and Jerry, a pair of average Joes who always get into strange adventures. They shouldn't be confused with MGM's Tom and Jerry, and in fact they were called Dick and Larry when their shorts were rereleased for the home-movie market in the 1940s.

Also notable is Waffles and Don, who are basically just animal versions of Tom and Jerry. You might consider these two as a better alternative, just to avoid confusion.

There's also Cubby Bear, a pretty blatant Mickey Mouse clone, but unique enough that I don't think anybody’s going to confuse the two nowadays. In the previous post, I mentioned a rumor that Disney threatened legal action over the character, but I can't find the source for that now. I may have been thinking of Milton Mouse, who was so extremely similar to Mickey that they actually did sue the studo for copyright infringement. So maybe don't try selling any Milton merchandise...

Finally, there's Molly Moo-Cow, who appeared in several Rainbow Parade cartoons in the mid-to-late 1930s. Molly is arguably not the most interesting character, but I have a fondness for her since we grew up with one of her shorts on a VHS tape.

Toby the Pup

Another very obscure character, about half of his cartoons are lost media. The little that does survive is hard to find online, but I think his design has appeal.

Dr. XXX

Disney's The Mad Doctor was never renewed for reasons unknown, though some speculate that the studio thought that the cartoon was too scary and decided to let it go. Fortunately for us, that means that this iconic character is now in the people's hands.

Goopy Geer

Goopy appeared in the three Merrie Melodies cartoons alongside his unnamed girlfriend. Despite his name and appearance being similar to Disney's Goofy, he actually made his debut about a month before (Goofy was named Dippy Dawg at the time anyway, so it was undoubtedly a coincidence).

Claude Hopper

Claude appeared in a single Looney Tunes cartoon in 1943 called Hop and Go, alongside a pair of Scottish rabbits who antagonize him. The cartoon ends with a very unfortunate depiction of Tokyo being blown up (World War II was still going on at the time), so it's no surprise that Warner Bros. decided not to renew this one. Despite that, he has a very appealing design (imo), so I think he has potential. (Also, he's voiced by Pinto Colvig, the original voice of Goofy!)

Private Snafu and Mr. Hook

Snafu and Hook were created for the US government, so according to the law are automatically public domain. The shorts were made to be shown to members of the US army and navy respectively, in order to teach them valuable lessons for fighting in WWII, but are nevertheless hilarious cartoons- animated by the Looney Tunes team with scripts by Ted Geisel- aka Dr. Seuss!

The Dover Boys

Yes, Tom, Dick and Larry, Dora Standpipe and the villainous Dan Backslide are all public domain. A bunch of YouTube Poops were created after this fact was discovered by the internet a few years ago. How Warner Bros. could ever let this one get away I'll never know. Their loss is our gain, I suppose.

Also of note are the ComiColor cartoons from the Iwerks studio, Rainbow Parade from Van Beuren, and most of the Color Classics by Fleischer. These don't have any especially memorable characters in them, but I thought I ought to mention them.

Caveats and other concerns

Krazy Kat

All of the strips up to 1928 are definitely fair game. According to the Public Domain Superheroes wiki however, the entirety of the strip's run is PD. I'm not sure if it that's true, but the Fantagraphics collections don't credit any newspaper syndicate, so it seems likely. (Apparently the copyright status of newspaper comics are a whole can of worms on its own...) At any rate, the strip's cast was pretty well set in stone by 1928, so it shouldn't be much of a problem. A large number of animated shorts starring Krazy are also PD, but those were pretty much in name only.

Felix the Cat

Felix was pretty much the first cartoon superstar, and almost all of his Golden Age appearances are PD now. Keep in mind that this does not include elements from the 1950s cartoon like his magic bag, or from The Twisted Tales of Felix, as amazing as that series is. The character's name and appeance are still trademarked by NBC Universal however, so you might be able to use him in a minor role, but not much else.

Flip the Frog

I'm uncertain about this one. According to most sources Flip is PD, but according to the Thunderbean Blu-ray collection he's copyrighted by the Film Preservation Archives, whatever that means. Additionally, Flip himself is supposedly trademarked by Leslie Iwerks, Ub Iwerks’ granddaughter, though no one seems to be able to confirm that. I don't know how the trademark hasn't lapsed yet, considering that Flip hasn't appeared on any official merchandise or anything in decades.

Bosko and Honey

I believe there's nothing stopping anyone from using Bosko's classic design (later appearances at MGM and in Tiny Toons are still copyrighted), but the character himself is a bit problematic, considering that it's all but stated outright that he's a blackface caricature. Use with caution.

Foxy and Roxy

Like Goopy Geer, Foxy appeared in a three Merrie Melodies cartoons. Roxy's name originates from an episode of Tiny Toon Adventures however, so keep that in mind. Though I'm not sure what else you would call her (or if Warner Bros. would even care). Supposedly her original name was "Fluffy", but I can't find a source for this. Like Bosko and Honey, later appearances in Tiny Toons are still copyrighted.

Noveltoons

Noveltoons was a series produced by Famous Studios, the successor to the Fleischer studio. The characters include Baby Huey, Herman the mouse, Blackie the sheep, Little Audrey, and of course, Casper the Friendly Ghost. Only a small handful of the shorts are PD though, and Casper is trademarked, so one's options are limited.

Ginger Nutt (and rest of the Animaland cast)

This one I'm not entirely sure about either, but Ginger Nutt's Christmas Circus has long been a staple of grey-market tapes and DVDs, so I'm just going to assume all of the Animaland cartoons are also PD. Considering that the series wasn't very sucessful, and is very obscure nowadays, it seems pretty likely. If anyone has any insight on this, let me know.

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer (1964)

Now here's an interesting case. An all-time classic Christmas special, and yet large parts of it are PD because they accidentally put the wrong date on the copyright notice. Instead of the Roman numerals MCMLXIV (1964), it reads MCLXIV (1164), and according to the law at the time, that meant that the film immediately went into public domain. Of course, Rudolph himself is still copyrighted, and will be until 2035 when the original book falls into the public domain. Even then he's likely to still be trademarked. Not to mention the songs featured in the '64 film will be copyrighted for a long time afterward. Still, this means that anyone is free to use all the other characters, including Hermey, Yukon Cornelius, King Moonracer, Clarice, and all the Misfit Toys. It's a wonder no one seems to have taken advantage of this. And of course Santa and his reindeer have been PD for ages, especially Santa since he comes from folklore- and you can't copyright folklore.

Calvin and the Colonel

This cartoon is based on and stars a lot of the same voice cast as the old-time radio show Amos and Andy, which, while not overtly racist, featured white actors pretending to be black. The cartoon obviously has animals instead, but still, tread carefully. Someone is bound to point out the characters' history.

Hoppity Hooper

Another one I'm not sure about. The Public Domain Superheroes wiki has characters from this show among its articles, but I wasn't able to confirm if it really was PD. It was created by Jay Ward, the same studio who made Rocky & Bullwinkle and George of the Jungle, but was also a huge flop for some reason, so that may be the reason why they let the copyright expire. Again, I'm not sure, but no one seems to care that the entire series is on YouTube, so who knows?

...Well, there you have it. Lots of obscure and forgotten toons waiting to be rediscovered and reused! If anyone has any more info or corrections, leave me a comment. I'd love some clarification on some of these.

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[cleolinda]

"Strength (Bell Donner Gives Her Word)"

I posted this short story on LJ back in 2007, and I said I'd repost it here for Halloween. I did an audio reading 15 (!) years ago that I'd like to redo in better quality in the near future; I'm also curious to see what it would sound like now that I'm the age I imagined the main character to be. This version is lightly revised, but the story is mostly the same.

That fall a number of people in Chesterville were mauled to death by some kind of wild dog or coyote—the kind that apparently wasn’t too afraid to go right up to people as they took out their trash at night, or let their own tame, domestic dog out not too long after dawn. But it was a small town out in the sticks, verging on farm territory: quiet. Not like a wild animal was marauding up and down Times Square or anything. Not like it was in plain view. So people just started being more careful—not venturing out alone until midday, or not venturing out at all without a loaded shotgun—and things were all right for a while. Then, in late October, the animal came back, and this time, someone survived.

An old lady by the name of Edna Mayhew—well, yes, she lost her arm from the elbow down, but she came out of it a damn sight better than any of those who’d come before her. And she said that it was a wolf, definitely a wolf, but it had come at her on two legs, and when she had smacked it in the face with a veiny little fist, it had held her down with two arms and bitten her forearm clean off. The only thing that saved her, she declared, was her neighbor Bill “Thursday” Thurston, who had heard her screaming and come out with both barrels blazing. He claimed that the thing he saw ran away on four legs, but that it was, in fact, Goddamn Huge. This was about the time that that new photo of Bigfoot lumbering around on all fours came out, which several professors and scientists swore up and down was just a bear with mange. Eddie at the Red Brick printed out the picture and taped it up by the bar, and the next time Thursday came in for a beer, he said, yeah, the thing he chased off Miz Mayhew kinda looked like that. Maybe it was a wolf with mange. Mange was a terrible thing, after all. He’d managed to hit it with at least one shot, though, so he didn’t think it’d trouble people too much after that.

So, going into November, that was where things stood. Whatever it was, it had mange, and it had probably gone off and died quiet somewhere. Bell Donner wasn’t terribly worried about it when she went outside one morning to get more wood for her kiln. She threw artisan pottery out on a little farm a few miles to the west of Chesterville anyway; every week or so, she’d go into town for groceries, mail out her online orders, maybe stop at the Brick for a burger and a drink, and hear what was to be heard. She had little to tell about herself, but folks like to tell their stories, and she knew Miz Mayhew from the post office. She learned that people were keeping their guns out, their doors locked, and their pets inside; she heard the recitation of tales. But whatever the thing that Bill Thurston shot had been, it and its mange were not likely to bother Bell. Or so she thought, until that morning when she was piling kindling into the crook of her arm, looked up, and saw it standing at the edge of the yard.

It didn’t have a human face, but it was standing—on two long, lanky legs that curved back into hocks like a dog’s. One—arm?—was held close to its belly. Probably protecting wherever Thursday shot it, thought Bell, her brains feeling thick and logy. That was the best reaction she could dredge up: Yeah, six-foot man-shaped wolf thing hunched over in my yard, probably not feeling too good right now. It didn’t have a human face, but it did have a very human expression—desperate, she thought, and cranky. Maybe resentful, even. And hungry.

Bell put down her armful of kindling and picked the axe back up.

The thing staggered forward a step or two. It was still a good twenty feet away.

“Go on, now,” she said. “Get. Ain’t nothin’ here you want.”

The thing gazed at her, its eyes watching the axe; it almost seemed to—calculate? She’d seen it, after all, and it was hungry. A human murderer wouldn’t have let her live, and this wasn’t even human.

Bell hardened her voice and rode over a quaver like it was a speedbump: “Go on now. I won’t tell nobody if you just go.” It was on the tip of her tongue to offer it some food—she had a pot roast from the other night, and she was still knee-deep in leftovers—and then she thought, You dumbass, you feed it once and you’ll never get rid of it. “G’on now,” she said, her hands tight on the axe handle. “Just get. You got my word. I won’t tell nobody.”

It was still standing there, reckoning. And then it stepped back, making a tactical withdrawal into the brush at the back of the yard. She saw it drop back down on four legs and lope away awkwardly towards the thicket out behind the farm, a scrubby bit of forest that led into some of the foothills. Probably some good caves in there, she thought. The wolf-thing wasn’t the only one out there who could calculate. And when the attacks started in Chesterville again, and then moved a bit north—northeast of Bell’s farm, and then back down to Chesterville, and then southeast of her farm, and then back to town again—she knew it was being careful. It knows better than to shit where it eats, she thought to herself. Or eat where it slept, more precisely, but the saying held the same. There were some people at the sheriff’s office who probably would have given a lot to know about a thicket in the foothills west of Chesterville, particularly since Edna Mayhew was still the only survivor. But Bell Donner had given her word; she valued her word almost as much as she valued her life, and they were pretty much the same thing in this case, she decided. After all, it’s one thing to know where something lives. It’s another when something knows where you live, and a deal was a deal where Bell Donner came from.

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