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sugurizz · 30 days

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(SMUT/NSFW +18 Minors DNI!)

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 𝐭𝐨 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐨𝐲! 𝐘𝐮𝐮𝐭𝐚

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ── Sooo I originally uploaded this on my BBY boy’s birthday to celebrate it because he means the WORLD to me bro frrr. But it accidentally got deleted and I only found out about it after a month or sth sooo yeah…poop happens. Anyways enjoy my naugthy boii smut tysm ✨

Lover boy Yuuta who couldn’t forget you after your little escapade together. You were both on vacation and only had a few days left before you had to say your goodbyes and go back to your respective cities.

He gave you the warmest hug the day you two parted ways. His cute straw hat and the fluttering pink on his cheeks had you missing him already.

‘See you soon,’ His much bigger hand held yours. long fingers locking with your smaller ones. ‘Talk to me when you get home.’

You felt frustrated. Having to leave Yuu just a few days after meeting him…

He had the biggest warmest heart and the thickest cock to match, ate your ass like a god till you almost ripped his bedsheets and muttered the sweetest words when he cuddled you on the late summer nights..

‘come visit me soon. I’ll be missing you too…’ You planted a peck on the tip of his nose and smiled, eyes still lustfully glued to his dark ones.

Lover boy Yuuta who kept in close touch with you ever since then. He got more lovesick by the day and hornier by the night. Calling you more often and loosening you up mid convo. Asking you what you’re wearing, the fabric and color of your underwear. Teasing you about the nights he made you cum in tears, reminiding you of how much you whined and moaned, clawed at his back muscles and squirted on his stomach. The sound of his voice talking you into touching yourself, making you crave him more as he does the same. Your whines of dissatisfaction at his absence merge with his deep groans and hearty giggles.

‘Come on sweets…nghh don’t leave me hanging here…cum with me, sweetheart’ He strokes himself faster, making your shaky hands rub your heat.

‘Yuuta…need you so much, my pussy wants you so bad’

‘We’ll be together soon, promise you babe’

He cums and groans low, cursing at how bad he wishes it was your pussy lips squeezing him instead of his own hand.

Lover boy Yuuta who got so embarassed about the idea of sending you nude pictures of him. Not only is he self conscious about how big his cock is but he still wants his girlfriend to see him all soft and vulnerable for her.

You received a pic from him late at night. White towel wrapped around his waist, barely covering past his V-line. He took the pic with a cheeky smirk, big doe eyes shiny and his hair a slightly moist from the shower he just took.

Lover boy Yuuta who’s finally arrived at your homecity, waiting impatiently . You noticed him in his grey sweatpants, waving at you and holding his arms wide open for you to finally fall into. He pulled you in the tightest hug and squeezed your body closer to his, gently stroking your hair.

Lover boy Yuuta who’s been horny for days. His balls all tight and heavy, waiting to be milked dry inside your pretty pussy. He tried to be a sweetheart and give it some time before fucks you dumb, but you couldn’t help waiting and pulled him into your room, dropping to your knees in front of him and pulling his sweatpants lower.

Lover boy Yuuta who’s fuzzy and flustered, he makes sure that he’s not pressuring you into anything like the sweetheart he is, but your eyes bubbling with hearts and your glossy lips planting the wettest kisses on his cock soon shut him up.

‘Oh babe, you feel so good..’

He ruffles your hair and buries your face into his crotch. ‘Do something to me, my balls are so heavy for you, princess.’

Your nose digs into his trimmed pubes. He smells so good and feels so big in your little mouth. Your throat struggles to make space for him but you still take him in. Your teary eyes glance up at him, giving him a lovedrunk stare, fondling his balls softly in your palms.

You suck him off for hours, laying your head on his thigh and licking the sticky precum off his tip, eyes locked with his and nails gently teasing his gorgeous balls.

‘How you doing luv? feels good?’

He shivers and squeezes his thighs around your head, his length twitching and mouth half open in feverish desire.

‘D-Don’t wanna cum yet…wanna do it in your tight pussy’

‘She missed you too..come fuck her like you hate her’

He kisses you senseless, groping your ass and rubbing it back and forth on his hard-on. His moans vibrate against your lips, getting deeper and louder as does his frustration.

Lover boy Yuuta who’s fucking you stupid. His balls are bouncing up and down, bumping on your tiny asshole and making you cry in pleasure.

He keeps you still with one arm and pulls your hair back with the other, having your tits rub against his face.

He smacks your ass on repeat, his large hands leaving their imprint on your skin as you mewl for him to let you cum.

‘Mmmh gosh…fuck my brains out Yuuta!, Make me pregnant’ He holds your face and sticking his forehead to yours, staring into your eyes and lustfully hammering into your tummy.

‘F-fuck..your pussy drives me crazy…Don’t ever leave me..luv you so much, agh’

He holds your hands and props you on his lap, sloppily making out with you and pawing all over your skin. He suckles you tongue and licks your lips till they’re all puffy and soft. The blush on his cheeks never tones down, and his glistening eyes turned teary from so much arousal. His hips rutted faster, raspy moans almost supressing yours.

Lover boy Yuuta who’s covered you all over with his sticky cum; inside your pussy, your butt, your tummy, your face, spurting on your breasts and sucking your nipples till they turned sore and raw.

You skins felt so warm and sticky, gross fluids and sweat covering you both and room getting all hot and foggy from your gasps and moans. He tired you up so much you cried on his dick, begging him to give you some rest as your knees shaked senseless.

‘It’s okay sweetie, bear with me a little more…nghh missed you so much, my big cock still wants more, yeah?’

‘Mmmh Yuuta, hic…p-please wait a sec…it hurtss’

‘Shh, you’re my big girl…You’re strong enough to take me, nice and good’

He cums inside you once more, plugging your cunt with his middle finger and planting a playful kiss on your cheek.

‘Thank you, Yuuta..’ You smile at him softly. You stare at him, all amourous and melty. Tummy so full with your boyfriend’s cum and arms wrapped around him in a warm embrace.

He holds you tight and rests his head on yours.

‘You’ll thank me more tomorrow, sweet cheeks.’

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fragileizywriting · 3 months

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except we'll be taking a tiny little sneak peek at chapter 17 and i will show you how i am changing the action around to have a whole new meaning when paired with the same dialogue:

original (demon lovin 2021):

“You’re a monster,” Adrien’s breath his shallow and hard against her chest as he noses her, moving her like a doll against his body to grind her stomach and then her thighs into his hardness that’s trapped between them. There’s friction from how syrupy her thighs are from her come, but even still it’s not enough-- Adrien is desperate, hips pistoning uselessly, working hard for his release he can’t have. “You’re an absolute monster.” “You think so? And here I was, helping you out,” She smiles into a chaste kiss with the demon underneath her. She tastes herself on his lips, soft swirls of deadly-sweet candy that makes their mouths glossy. Their lips bridge shiny with saliva and her come when she pulls away to inspect him and look at how his eyes are dilated and hazy with need.

rewrite (demon lovin 2024):

“You’re a monster,” he growls. Adrien’s breath is shallow and hard, haggard from snarls. If he bites her duvet, she’ll spank him. That’s a promise. “You’re an absolute monster.” “You think so? And here I was, helping you out.” She smiles into an open-mouthed kiss she leaves on his asscheek, giggling when she can’t stop herself from nipping into the pillowy softness. Nips turn indecent, turning into full-on sucks; hickies litter where she can reach, from where ass turns to thigh, to where his tailbone is. They disappear in a few minutes as if they were never there, turning her canvas back to normal. No matter how black or how blue she wants this skin to turn, ultimately, all that remains is that golden hue to such a beautiful demon. When she finds his prostate, he howls, broken and cute. “Still complaining, Baby?”

#speakizys #demon lovin

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whumperooni · 4 years

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Dabi having a dumb school girl type who has a crush on him and he takes that opportunity to fuck her virgin pussy in some random stairway. She doesn't quite understand the thought of giving head or anything but he tells her to open her mouth and shoves his pierced cock down her throat. Prob ghosts her for like a week until he wants more of his personal bimbo

YES

Dabi with dumb, sweet little bimbos is my favorite thing. The kind of girl you look at and can tell there’s no lights on upstairs. The kind of girl you look at and you know her brain is nothing but shiny things and elevator music playing in the background.

The kind of girl that is a sucker for mean bad boys that just want to fuck ‘em and dump ‘em.

(ahhh this kind of veered course a bit and got a little long so i cut it short before fuckin’ but please know dabi absolutely ghosted her after. maybe i’ll do a continuation some other day ✌️)

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You’re annoying- you really are. Stupid and dumb and without anything of substance to say. Dabi only puts up with your nonsensical babbling because he likes your little pleated skirts and the innocent, wide eyed way you look up at him whenever he says something scathing. He only puts up with you following him around like a lovestruck puppy because he knows that a dumb little broad like you will be good for warming his cock one day. He idly jerks it at night thinking about your easily flushed cheeks and the way you smile so stupidly when an insult and innuendo goes over your head.

Fuckin’ idiot. Stupid little slut. You’re just nothing but an airhead- nothing more than a pair of tits and an ass for him to leer at whenever he’s bored.

He only really gets interested, though, when you let slip that you’re a virgin- that you’re ripe for the picking. He starts asking you questions- dirty, filthy things that you don’t really comprehend.

“What? You’ve had sex before? Really?”

Nuhuh- you’ve never had sex.

“So you haven’t done anything? Come on, I know a girl like you knows how to get on her knees.”

Get on your knees? What does that have to do with sex?

“For blowjobs, idiot. What- you haven’t sucked a guy off before?”

You don’t even know what a blowjob is and, more than that- you’ve never even seen a guy’s penis before.

The way Dabi snorts at that has you embarrassed- like you’re too lame to hang out with the cool kids because you’re so inexperienced. You want to protest, but he shoves you to the ground before you can so much as let out a squeak. He ignores your gasp and whine and you quickly forget about it when he pulls out his penis. It’s thick and big and it’s pierced- it’s something that has your eyes wide and your thighs pressing together without notice.

You never knew people got that pierced. Didn’t it hurt? Why would he do that?

It sure looks nice, though. Cool- fits a bad boy like him. You...kind of want to touch it? You’ve always been tactile like that and, well, touching it makes someone feel good right? You think you’ve heard that somewhere before, maybe. You want to make Dabi feel good- maybe he’d be nicer to you then, maybe he’d even let you hold his hand while he drags you through the city.

You smile at the thought and watch as Dabi’s hand wraps around himself.

His hand moves in a slow stroke and you blink as you watch- cheeks flushing and head tilting when a pearl of something clear and shiny oozes out of the tip of his penis.

(Dick, you correct yourself. Dabi always calls it his dick.)

It’s such a new and interesting sight that you completely forget you’re in a public stairwell and that anybody could walk by and see you sprawled onto the ground- eyes wide with wonder and cheeks tinted all rosy and sweet as you watch the way Dabi’s hand strokes along his pen- his dick. More of the clear fluid leaks from his tip and you can’t help the surprised noise that leaves you when Dabi smears it down his dick and the sounds of him stroking himself get more wet, more loud.

It sounds....weird. Not a bad weird, but weird all the same.

You’re so caught up in it that you don’t even realize that Dabi’s moved closer and boxed you against the wall until his dick is just inches from your face. When you peek your gaze up to his face, he’s leering down at you- lips stretched wide and eyes narrowed. “Keep starin’ like that and you’ll make me think you want it.” Want it? What does he mean by that?

Confusion settles on your face, but it gets scattered by a swirl of surprise- and a little bit of nervous delight- whenever Dabi’s free hand grips the side of your jaw and presses a thumb against your soft lips. He sneers as your lips part unthinkingly and doesn’t waste time dipping his thumb into your mouth and dragging it over the flats over your teeth, pressing it against your wet tongue.

“You really are stupid, aren’t you?”

Your already red cheeks flush more and you whine a little at his teasing. (Only you could see it as teasing when he’s really just being a dick- as per usual.) The whine gets muffled by another finger slipping into your mouth and you squeak as he grabs onto your tongue, pinches it.

“Guess I’ll just have to educate you today, princess. Bimbo like you is pretty much useless if you don’t even know how to suck someone off.”

Suck someone off? You still don’t know what that even means. Is it, like, sucking on a lolly? What are you supposed to suck? ...Wait. Does he mean...no- no way! That’s where he pees from, right? Why would anyone put their mouth there?

“Open up.”

You’re yanked from your confused thoughts by Dabi forcing your mouth open with a grip that means bruises later on. A panicked noise leaves you and you dart your eyes up at him, squeal whenever you feel the moist tip of his dick circle around the plush O that your lips form. His grin is a little darker than before and you shudder at it, squirm and press your thighs tighter together when you feel something warm blossoming low in your stomach.

You don’t pull away, though. You stay in his grasp like a good girl and just look up at him with wide, nervous eyes as your simple mind frets over what’s about to happen.

Whatever it is, it’ll make Dabi happy, right? It’ll make him feel good? You want to make him feel good. You want Dabi to like you. Surely you can put up with something a little icky if it’ll make him want to hang out with you more. You swallow back the spit that’s slowly welling up in your mouth and tentatively wrap your lips around the head of his dick, give it a cautious suckle.

It tastes...salty? Not bad. It’s softer than you expected too. Kind of almost spongey? You sort of want to bite into it, but you know that would hurt Dabi and he’d get mad- something you try to avoid the best you can.

A hot huff distracts you from your musings and you blink whenever you feel a hand in your hair, float your gaze up to Dabi’s face to watch the way it splits with a grin.

“Don’t choke on it too much, idiot.”

Before you can process that, Dabi’s hips snap forward and suddenly your nose is smushed against his pelvis, his dick is crammed down your throat.

You gag and panic, hands hitting against his calves, and all you get is a laugh in return. You desperately try to swallow around the dick in your throat and breathe in frantic puffs of air through your nose, but it’s hard to remember to do that whenever your throat is molding tight against a thick dick and all those bits of metal dotting along it. If you had the capacity to think, you would swear that you could feel each individual piercing pressing against your throat as it shifts in quick, desperate swallows.

Dabi doesn’t pull his hips back until your vision is spotted and your hands fall limply from his calves and onto the rough concrete. You would tip forward against him if it weren’t for the way his hand has a tight grip in your hair. He watches as you gasp for air- face so red and eyes glossy with tears, spit already dripping down your chin and and chest heaving with each gulp of air you greedily suck in.

You look wrecked already- slutty and dumb and even kinda cute when you cough and more spit spills out of your reddened mouth. It’s a good look for you- something that Dabi is nice enough to tell you.

“I knew you’d look good with my dick down your throat. What a cute little whore you make.”

You could almost call that affectionate. It’s certainly tinted sweeter than the things Dabi usually says to you. You end up squirming a little from his words- thighs brushing together and growing warm and damp- and you flush as you look up at him with adoring, eager eyes.

You don’t flinch when he smacks his spit slicked dick against your cheek- though it makes your heart flutter nervously at the thought of being choked and unable to breathe again- and he laughs down at you, tugs on your hair sharply so your mouth falls open in a gasp.

“C’mon, let’s see how good you look with my cum all over your face.”

Cum? What’s cum?

You only get a half-moment to puzzle over that before Dabi shoves his dick back into your mouth and your thoughts are fractured by the need to breathe.

Luckily, he doesn’t force you to take him all the way to the root this time- he doesn’t lock you against his pelvis and make you choke against his dick resting in your throat. This time his hips push his dick in deep, but not all the way. They thrust him almost fully into your mouth before pulling back and pushing back in. He’s rocking into you now instead of resting inside and that makes it a little bit easier to keep from choking and gagging.

But only a little.

Unluckily, these rocks of his are rough- harsh and fast and relentless. His grip on your hair is tight, tight, tight and all the piercings decorating his dick scrape against the lining of your throat, the roof off your mouth. It hurts and you can’t help whimpering from it- tears leaking from the corner of your eyes from the sting.

That whimper of yours makes him groan and your lashes flutter at the sound, your blurry gaze swims up to look at his face and catch the way his jaw is gritted, how there’s a dusting of pink across his cheeks that you have never seen before.

Oh. Oh. Oh you like that look on him. That look means he’s enjoying himself, right? It means he’s feeling good? You’re making him feel good? God, you wanna make him feel good.

The thought makes you whimper again and your hips rock in a tiny cant when there’s a pulse of something that ripples through you down below- something you’ve never felt before. It makes you want to cup your cunny, but you’re a little too busy trying to concentrate on not gagging on Dabi’s dick- you can’t focus on both those things at once.

So you focus on Dabi instead.

“Fuck- shit. Such a good mouth. You like suckin’ my dick, don’tcha? Fucking little slut. Shoulda done this a long time ago, huh?”

His words make you fluster and a whine chokes out from you- reverberating around his dick and making him grunt, pull you tight against him to take him all. You whimper, again, and try to swallow around him on instinct- tongue sliding along his dick to try to make more room in your mouth.

“Fuuuuck. Shit, yeah, use that fuckin’ tongue.”

Dabi grinds into your throat and you choke, gag along his length. You try to do as he says and do your best to move your tongue against him. That has him growling- almost snarling- and you moan as your lashes flutter and the warm, honeyed pulse down low gets stronger.

All too suddenly, Dabi yanks you off his dick and you’re left coughing and sputtering- spit dripping from your lips and onto the pleats of your skirt. He manhandles you back closer to him and then he’s stroking his dick in your flushed face, huffing out hot puffs of air as he jerks his hand quickly up and down his hard, wet length.

You don’t get any warning when sticky, thick white shoots from him and you gasp when it lands on your face, squeal as it flecks your cheeks and lips and even your eyelashes. You try to swipe it away before it can get into your eyes, but Dabi smacks your hands away with a warning glare that you’re quick to heed with a little gulp.

“Don’t be fuckin’ ungrateful.”

The thought of being ungrateful to him- the one you adore and follow around like a lovesick puppy- makes your eyes widen and you quickly curl your fingers into fists to keep from wiping off the all the...stuff- cum? is that what he called it?- that’s splattered across your face. It kind of grosses you out- it’s so warm and wet and sticky- but Dabi seems to like it so you try to pretend like it’s not there as he fumbles in his pocket and takes out his phone.

You don’t even think to protest when he takes a couple of photos of you like this- on your knees with his dick smushed against your cheek, his cum painted all over your flushed and dumb face.

He stuffs his phone back in his pocket when he’s satisfied and then grabs onto his dick again, strokes it as he eyes you below him.

“Should fuck you too. Breed that little cunt,” he mumbles. “Really teach you how to be a good little whore.”

Fuck you? Breed? Cunt?

You blink innocently in your confusion, cum trying to make your lashes stick to your cheeks, and Dabi opens his mouth only to be interrupted by the sound of footsteps echoing through the stairwell. He lets out a tch instead and steps away from you, stuffs himself back into his pants. He snorts when he sees your furrowed brow and disappointment and turns away from you, begins heading up the steps before you can manage to stumble to your feet.

You whimper at the pins and needles pricking along your legs and let out a whine whenever Dabi disappears from view- frustrated that he’s left you behind so suddenly but not too hurt because, well, he ditches you all the time without warning.

At least with him gone you can safely clean off your face. You quickly wipe his cum off with your handkerchief and try to right yourself the best you can before someone can see you.

So...that was a blowjob? That wasn’t...it wasn’t too bad...maybe...

Your throat hurts, though.

Your fingers glide down the column of your throat and you swallow at the memory of him filling it, flush as you feel your cunny tingle. That....that’s a new sensation. Does...did Dabi feel like that? Or was it different? What is this?

You shake your head, clueless, and stumble toward the stairs with legs that are still half-asleep.

You made Dabi happy, at least, and that’s all that really matters.

#Anonymous #dabi x reader #bnha #rooni's shit #dubcon #mmm love dabi being mean to a dumb little bimbo #i def wanna write a continuation at some point #tw dubcon

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weelittleweasley · 3 years

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A Cup of Tea | Draco x Reader

Prompt as requested by anon: hii ! I’m in love with ur writing! anyways could you do one where reader meets Draco’s mom & Narcissa absolutely loves her ? And like her embarrassing draco & stuff like that ? Just thought it would be cute 🥺

Warnings: lots of fluff

A/N: I’m so glad to see that people are enjoying my writing again! Feels good to be writing again! I forgot how much I love to write for y’all! Enjoy the imagine and have a happy Monday!!

Flashbacks are told in italics!

Lacing your boots up, you sit on the edge your bed as your hair falls in front of your face. You tuck your hair behind your ears, rising from the bed and looking at yourself in the mirror in front of you. Sucking in a deep breath through your nose and out of your mouth, you inspect yourself. The black wrap dress clung to your figure nicely and your hair framed your face nicely. Nervously gnawing on your bottom lip, you grab your bag and jacket, trying not to thinking about the tight feeling in your chest as you prepped to meet your boyfriend’s mother for the first time.

A week prior, you and Draco sat in his dormitory as you worked quietly at his desk on your homework. Draco laid on his bed, tossing a ball up and down, remaining silent with little sighs here and there. The silence was comfortable as Draco patiently waited for you to finish your work before you could give your full attention. Maybe patiently waiting was a little too generous...

“Darling, you must be nearly done. You’ve been at that desk for hours,” Draco groans, sitting up, watching you scribble into your notebook alongside a slew of textbooks.

Without shifting your gaze, you reply, “I’m almost done. Please give me five more minutes, love.”

He groans and falls melodramatically back on his bed, continuing to throw the ball up and down. You take a few more moment writing some last notes from this night’s reading into your book before shutting the books closed and turning around in your chair. You look at the boy who lays on his bed, huffing about how stupid it was that he has been waiting for hours when in reality it was an hour and a half at most he was waiting for you to finish. “Are you done with your antics, Malfoy?” you ask him, a teasing smile dancing on your glossy lips.

Draco sits straight up and a cheeky smile finds its way to his mouth. “At last,” he breathes out as you walk over to him and he wastes absolutely no time throwing his ball to the other side of his room, pulling you into his lap, your usual seat. You allow a few small giggles to slip out of your mouth as he pulls you in, burying your face into the crook of his neck, breathing his scent in deeply. He smelled like cologne and apples. A pleasant combination to your senses. Draco places a small kiss to your temple before laying down on the bed, causing you to straddle him on his bed. “Best seat in the house,” he jokes, looking up at you. You looked like a vision; a toothy grin on your face, wispy hair falling front of your eyes as you brush it out of your view, your Hogwarts uniform hugging you in every place perfectly. He never knew how sexy that god awful uniform could look on someone.

You two remain in this position for a little while, his thumbs rubbing small circles into your hip bones, as you brush the white blonde hair on his head with your fingers. Cupping his cheek with one of your hands, you stroke it with your thumb before he turns his head and places a gentle kiss to your palm. Draco was putty under your touch. The boy would do anything you asked him to. He lived to make you happy, to make you feel special, to make you feel loved. If you asked him for the world, he would give it to you with the moon and the stars. You wished that other people could see this soft side of Draco, but at the same time, you loved that it was a little secret between the two of you. Only you got to see how gentle and kind he was; how thoughtful he could be. “Dray?” you ask as he hums in response, lacing your fingers with his, him gently kissing your knuckles individually. “What do you think our future holds?”

“Well, we’ll be married, of course,” Draco does not hesitate to answer this question, which brought you comfort. Draco talked nearly all the time about how much he wanted to make you his wife. If you weren’t still in school, he’d be down on one knee right now, proposing that you spend the rest of your lives with each other. “We can move into the manor with my parents,” he starts, watching him play with your hands, looking at the lines on your palms. This part of his proposition made you a little uneasy. Rather than living with Draco’s parents, you’d rather find a place of your own, away from all the madness of the Malfoy’s. You loved Draco, no question, but you didn’t know if you would love living with his parents. Speaking of which, of who you have not met yet. Well, technically you have met his father, but you would rather not chose to remember that awkward encounter. You smiling wide at him as Lucius looked at you with disgust, saying that his son was not dating any girl after you introduced yourself as Draco’s girlfriend. With that, he kept walking down the halls of Hogwarts, leaving you feeling quite embarrassed. “Something wrong?” Draco asks, propping himself up on his elbows, sitting halfway up. He noticed the tension in your shoulders when he brought up living with his parents.

Shaking your head back and forth, you reply, “No, I’m alright. Keep talking.” You press a small kiss to his lips trying to encourage him to keep talking about your future together. As you pull away, Draco has a look on his face that screams I’m not buying it. “Really, darling, I’m alright. Continue,” you push his shoulders, jokingly making him smirk. Draco thinks for a moment before his eyes lighting up like a Christmas tree. “Oh no,” your smile drops. “I know that face and I don’t like where this is going already.”

Draco laughs and sits up straight so your chests are now touching. “I want you to meet my mother,” he confesses and your heart stops beating for a moment. Your mouth goes dry and you try to keep yourself composed as to not alarm Draco. “I know the two of you will get on like a house on fire. You’ll come to the manor with me next week on holiday, won’t you?” he asks, his eyes pleading you to say yes. His blue eyes bore into you. Merlin, how were you supposed to say no. Feigning excitement, you nod your head up and down with a small hum. He chuckles, “Brilliant. I’ll send an owl and tell mother she should expect a very special guest.” Draco closes the gap between you two, pressing a hard kiss to your lips, showing you how thankful he was that the two most important women in his life would be meeting. You on the other hand, were absolutely horrified.

Now, here you were, bag and jacket in hand, making your way to Draco’s dormitory, your heart pounding out of your chest. It’s not that you didn’t want to meet Draco’s mother, you were just scared that you wouldn’t live up to her expectations. The Malfoy’s were one of, if not, the most powerful family of wizards. They had money, status, wealth, and power; something some people can only dream of, but something you were scared of. You and Draco came from two completely different backgrounds. You were not a pureblood Slytherin and you knew that this may pose a problem, considering how passionate Narcissa Malfoy was about having a pureblood line.Your parents were both wizards, your father was a Ravenclaw, mother a Slytherin. Of course, when you got to Hogwarts, you took after your mother, the sorting hat calling out Slytherin before the hat even touched your head, making you smile wide. Your parents weren’t very wealthy, money wasn’t something you had excess of. They had made you get a summer job alongside muggles, they insisted that teaching you the value of money at a young age would instill good habits in you. But now that you were taken by a Malfoy, money was never really a problem. If you even mentioned in passing that you wanted or needed something, it would be on your bed the next day with a love note from Draco. But still, you weren’t raised like that and the idea of spending money frivolously made your nerves act up.

Your thoughts are halted when you arrive at Draco’s door, tapping gently on his door. In two seconds, the door swings open to reveal a smiling Draco. He looks handsome, black turtleneck and blazer, freshly pressed trousers, and shiny black leather shoes. Draco looks you up and down and his smile grows wider if possible. “Perfect,” he coos before grabbing your waist and kissing you sweetly. He always knew what to say. “Are you ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you sigh, nervously straightening out the pleats in your dress.

Draco closes his door behind him and takes your hand in his, making your way to the outside of the castle. “Oh, don’t worry. Mother will adore you. I just know it,” he squeezes your hand. “And if she doesn’t, too bad because I love you.” You give him a weak smile and kiss his cheek. At least you knew that Draco would be at your defense if all else fails.

The trip to the Wiltshire was smooth, but you were anything but. Thoughts circled your head constantly. What if she knows I’m not a pure blood Slytherin? What if she thinks I’m dressed inappropriately? What if she heard from Lucius that he thinks I’m a stupid git? What if she takes one look at me tells me to leave? But these thoughts didn’t help the time move slower.

And there you were, standing in front of Malfoy Manor, Draco’s fingers laced with yours, you holding his arm for extra support. You bit your lip nervously, scanning Draco’s face, looking for any hesitation. If he told you that he changed his mind, you would not hesitate leaving the manor right now. But it’s far too late when Draco has knocked on the large door in front of him. “You’ll be brilliant,” Draco tells you, kissing your nose.

Before you can open up your mouth to respond, the large door swings open to reveal Narcissa Malfoy. You expected someone else to open the door, but no, there she was in her full glory. Narcissa was more beautiful than you could ever expect. Brown hair pulled in an updo, while the platinum blonde that matched Draco’s fell on her shoulders perfectly. She wore a dark green snakeskin jacket that fell to the floor with a luxurious silk black dress and black leather boots. “There’s my boy,” she smiles, opening her arms to which Draco entered, hugging his mother tightly. Your nervousness subsided slightly as you watched the boy you loved give his mother a warm embrace. “I’ve missed you dearly,” she whispers in her son’s ear, giving him a kiss on the top of his head.

They break their embrace before Draco steps to the side and says, “Mother, this is (Y/N). She’s my girlfriend. (Y/N), this is my mother.” After he says that, his eyes dart back and forth between his mother and you. He’s so nervous of who will speak first, how she will react to you, how you will react to her. He just wants the two women he loves to get along.

Gulping hard, you decide to speak first. “It’s such a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Malfoy. Draco has told me so much about you,” you offer her the warmest smile you could ever produce and extend a hand out to shake hers.

Narcissa laughs and pushes your hand away. Your heart stops. She hates me already. It hasn’t even been five minutes and she wants me dead. “Don’t be silly, (Y/N). Call me Narcissa,” she speaks and immediately wraps you in a hug, squeezing you so tight. Your eyes widen as you look at Draco whilst hugging his mother. You have never seen Draco smile this big before in his life. His happiness makes you happy as you hug his mother back tightly. She pulls away, holding you back at arm’s length to take a good look at you. “Draco, you did not do Miss (Y/N) justice in describing her. She is even more beautiful than I could ever imagine,” she looks at her son with a smile. Draco smiles wide as you thank her for the compliment. “You two must be cold and hungry from the trip here. Please, come in, I have a kettle on the stove and biscuits.”

Draco leads you into the manor, you look around, taking its in stunning architecture and decor. The manor was decorated with ornate pieces in emerald green, blacks, and greys. The staple color palette of Slytherins. “Your home is beautiful, Narcissa,” you compliment.

“Thank you, darling,” she coos as she walks you and Draco into the main dining room, a long black marble table stretched from one end of the room to the other. Three place settings are at one end, green and silver tea cups and saucers sit beautifully on the table with plates of biscuits, sweets, and other foods. “This house has been in the Malfoy family for generations. It all started with Armand Malfoy who-”

“Mother, please,” Draco whines, knowing that this story would last for ages if his girlfriend let his mother tell the entirety of the story.

Narcissa rolls her eyes. “I’m sorry, Draco doesn’t like my storytelling. He thinks I make the story longer than I need it to be,” Narcissa looks at her son, eyebrows raised giving him a knowing look as Draco mockingly laughs at her. “I think I tell stories just fine.”

You decide to add a little wood on the fire and tease Draco right back. “He does the same with me. I cannot possibly tell him a story of my day when he gets bored the moment I open my mouth. Not to mention, he is the one who asked for the story in the first place!” you tease, causing Draco to look at you, feigning offense.

His mother laughs brightly, throwing her head back. “Yes! Exactly! Oh, Draco, I’m so glad you brought home a lady who has a sense of humor. Come, (Y/N), follow me in the kitchen. I’ll tell you the story of the Manor whilst Draco waits out here for the tea to finish steeping,” Narcissa links your arms together and every single bit of nervousness and fear melts away in that moment. “Draco, dear, get napkins for us,” she instructs before whisking you away into the kitchen, asking what tea preference you have.

Hours have past, and here you were sitting at the Malfoy’s dining room table, tears in your eyes from laughing alongside Narcissa. She has now pulled out Draco’s baby book, pointing out pictures of the young child in the bathtub, soap sudds all over his head, naked little body in the shallow water. “He was two and a half here. He had just come back from a walk in the garden and he was covered in mud. The poor child had fallen into a puddle and was crying that he got dirty and demanded a bath,” Narcissa recalls the happy memory as Draco groans and leans back in his chair as you gaze upon the sweet photo.

“Aw, come on, Draco, you look adorable,” you coo as your fingers delicately touch the image pasted onto the parchment of the baby book. Draco shoots you a menacing glare as you giggle, flipping to the next page.

The day was going so smoothly. Narcissa asked you about school, your passions, how you and Draco fell in love...she wanted to know everything about you. She was so kind, it reminded you of how kind Draco could be. He had obviously inherited that from his mother and not his father. You were shocked. How could someone so lovely be married to someone so cruel?

Wiping the tear from the corner of her eye, Narcissa closes the baby book. “Alright, I think Draco has had enough teasing for today,” she says as Draco huffs a finally. “Darling, could you go bring the teacups into the kitchen please?” she asks Draco as he happily obliges. “So, tell me, (Y/N),” she starts when Draco leaves the dining room. “And tell me honestly, where do you see this relationship with Draco going? Is there a future?” she asks, her hands finding yours, giving them a light squeeze, hoping that the answer is yes.

Now this was something you could talk about. “Narcissa, I love your son more than the sun loves the moon. He’s my everything,” you confess to her, making a grin appear on her face. “He makes me the happiest I have ever been,” you tell her simply.

“We do intend on getting married, Mother,” Draco interrupts the conversation as you and Narcissa shoot him a look, letting him know that he ruined the sweet moment between the two women. “Was I not supposed to say that?”

You laugh and shake your head, “You’re fine, darling. But yes, we do plan on getting married immediately after we done with school.”

This makes Narcissa just beam with joy. “Thank Merlin,” she places a hand over her heart. “I was hoping you would say that. I didn’t want someone like Pansy Parkinson marrying my son,” she tells you, causing you to look at Draco as you two both laugh. “Well, just so you know (Y/N), you know that you are welcome to move in here with myself, Draco, and my husband after you finish your education. This home is also your home. Not to mention, I would love another lady in the house,” she tells you with a wink.

Her offer makes your heart glow. When Draco proposed this a week ago, your nerves set in and made you worry. But now thinking about living in the manor with Draco and his wonderful mother only made your heart swell with love and adoration. “Thank you, Narcissa, from the bottom of my heart. It means the world to me that you would open your home to someone like me,” you tell her.

Narcissa furrows her brows and realizes what you were talking about. “Just because you aren’t pureblood Slytherin doesn’t make you any less of a wonderful woman and witch. My son loves you which only makes me love you even more,” she tells you before stroking your cheek with her finger. Her gesture makes you tear up a little bit. This woman radiated kindness and you didn’t understand how you were so lucky to love a boy who had the most incredible woman as a mother.

Draco looks upon the two of you and his heart could not be more full. His mother loved you as if you were her own and he could only imagine how happy that made you. Draco watched the two women he loved have their own moment, a smile plastered on his face. “I hate to do this, but we should really be heading back to school. I have a quidditch match tomorrow and need to rest up for it,” Draco speaks.

“Oh, of course, darling,” Narcissa speaks as the three of you rise from the table. “You know you are always welcome to come home whenever you please. No need to let me know when you are coming. The doors are always open,” Narcissa tells you both. She walks you both to the door and you have to admit, you were a little sad to leave. There was still so much to talk about. Narcissa looks at you and smiles sweetly. “It was so lovely to finally meet you, (Y/N).”

You take Narcissa’s hands and give them a squeeze. “Same to you. You are so lovely, today was wonderful,” you admit as she scoops you into an embrace. “I’m sure we will see each other again soon.”

Narcissa gives you a sweet smile and tells you to send an owl if you were in need of anything. She then looks to her son and cups his cheeks, looking him in the eyes with so much love. She places a tender kiss on his forehead before giving him a hug goodbye. “I’ll see you soon, Mother,” Draco holds his mother in his arms for a long while and you swear you can hear a small sob escape from Narcissa’s lips. She loved this boy so much, it seems like she would break. “I’ll be home for Christmas. Maybe (Y/N) can spend some time with us,” he offers as you shake your head excitedly. You can only imagine how beautifully the Manor would be decorated for the holidays.

The two of you leave the Manor, hand in hand as Narcissa waves goodbye and blows a kiss before shutting the door. You look at Draco and he just laughs. “What?” you ask, slapping his arm. “What’s so funny, you bloody idiot?”

“I think my Mother loves you more than she loves me,” he laughs as you roll your eyes.

“I’m starting to like your mother more than I like you,” you joke as he acts hurt. “Kidding,” you laugh as you kiss him sweetly. “Maybe.”

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elsanna-shenanigans · 3 years

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June Contest Submission #10: Behind Stern Flowers

Words: ca. 1,900 Setting: modern AU Lemon: no CW: fluff

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Knock. Knock, knock, knock. Knock, knock.

“Wake up, sleepy beauty. Dad’s home and he brought back dinner.” said Anna.

No response from the other side. She must have been really tired today.

“If you don’t open up, I will be barging in.”

Still no response.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Three, two, one.”

The knob twisted and the door creaked as the door pushed inside lightly. The door opened ajar, just wide enough for Anna to poke her head through. She peeked through the opening just to see a grown female Homosapien lying on the bed. The room is lit by a bed lamp at the far end. The bed is decorated with jasmine flowers placed around the edge of the bed. She wore an alabaster nightgown, which gave out glossy sheen from the bed lamp. Her hands rested on her tummy with a slow rise and fall of her chest. The sensual and sweet scent from the flower evoked the girl standing in the doorway.

Anna tip-toed her on the side of the bed and kneeled. She picked up the flower from the edge and placed it around Elsa’s head. She smiled at the sight of her sister. She looked so peaceful. Anna then bent down and planted a deep kiss on the older sister’s lips.

Elsa opened her eyes with a smile plastered on her.

“Hello, sleeping beauty.” said Anna. “Did you sleep well?”

Elsa chuckled, “I did. Thanks for asking.” She glanced at the door and her reaction turned sour. “Anna! Why didn’t you close the door? Mother could have seen what we did.”

Anna was sad when Elsa got mad. “Sorry. I didn’t ‘cause she’s not home yet. And I was hypnotized by the smell of the flowers.”

She placed her hand on Anna’s thigh, “I’m sorry that I’m mad. It’s just that I’m worried that mother might catch us again. You remember how cross she was when she saw us.”

“I do,” Anna said, pouting.

“Come here,” Elsa pulled her back and planted a kiss on her lips. “Better?”

“Mmm-hmm,” Anna hummed. “More, please.”

“I would but we don’t want dad to wait any longer.”

“Wait, you didn’t exactly sleep just now?”

“Mayhaps.”

For that, Elsa received a tickle on her tummy.

—

Agnarr sat at the dinner table, waiting for his daughters to come down. Some time had passed since Anna had gone upstairs. He wondered what took them so long.

“Perhaps they are having a sisterly moment,” he said to himself.

The wait was over when footsteps raced down the hall and shook the house. Anna stomped her way down on the wooden stairs as she could smell dinner getting stronger. The stomping caught Agnarr’s attention as he chuckled at his youngest daughter’s eagerness to eat.

“There’s my butter cakes. How are you girls doing to—,” he was cut off when the girls stormed towards their old man and pulled him into a giant bear hug. “I love you two.”

“We love you too, dad.” The both of them kissed their dad’s cheek.

“What took you girls so long? Did you two do—”

“No, Dad,” Anna interjected, laughing softly. “You know how hard it is to wake up this sleeping beauty.”

“It’s true,” Elsa agreed.

“Oh, so you didn’t wake your sister up with a kiss?” Agnarr raised a brow, a playful smirk forming on his lips. “Like that movie we watched last night? I know for sure that Anna would have done that.”

“Dad!” the sisters screamed simultaneously.

“Hm, that’s what I thought,” he said smugly.

They settled down for dinner. The sisters sat beside each other.

“So, dad. How was work today,” Elsa asked.

“Nothing big today,“ Agnarr shrugged nonchalantly. “Got a case today where this kid got caught peeping into the public restroom. Thank goodness that kid was smart to take the offer and paid a grand for the fine. If not, he would have ended up behind bars for the rest of his life!”

He kept a straight face until the end of his sentence. He looked at his girls’ reactions, wide-eyed and completely believed everything he had just said.

“Just kidding,” he grinned, breaking his grave façade. “His sentence was only six months. It’s not long but he will be wasting his time doing nothing instead of growing up like normal people.”

Elsa and Anna breathed a sigh of relief.

“That’s great, dad. You’re so kind to help that kid, even if he was a pervert,” said Anna in disgust.

“Nah, he was an idiot, but their idiocy didn’t justify the long sentence. Well, from my humble opinion.”

“Glad you’re considerate enough to give them a chance.”

“Well, I usually give them once, but if they do it again, go straight to the horny jail.”

They all laughed. Anna laughed so hard that she almost hurt her chin, while Elsa closed her mouth with her hand, stiffening her giggles.

The doorbell rang. The girls’ laughter faded because already they knew who was behind that door.

“I’ll get the door,” Elsa strolled to the front door. Once she opened it. She saw the feminine figure stood tall in uniform and with a shiny boot. Her hair is tied into a bang with fringe hair. Her face looked weary, but a slight stern was still visible.

“Elsa.”

“Mother.”

Iduna strutted inside while passing her bag to Elsa and headed toward the dining room.

“Good evening, Anna. Darling.”

“Hey, darling,” Agnarr greeted. “It’s nice to see you. How was work today?”

“Someone files a report of an incestuous relationship between siblings,” Iduna replied stiffly.

Anna froze there while Elsa dropped the bag abruptly.

“Oh, that’s not good,” said Agnarr, brows furrowing with concern.

“Yeah, I know. Thankfully, it was between a brother and a sister. The police will look into it,” she paused as Elsa sat back on her chair. “So, girls. Have you done anything that wasn’t platonic today?” Iduna looked at them sternly.

The girls did not answer.

Iduna looked at them for a few moments before letting out a heavy sigh. “I’ll just- go to my room and freshen up before I head to bed.

“But honey, don’t you want Chinese food?” Agnarr interjected. He flashed her a wry smile. “It’s your favorite.”

“Thank you, but I’m not that hungry tonight,” Iduna waved her hand vaguely. She looked tired, even more so than usual. “Do store the leftovers in the refrigerator please.” Iduna collected herself and climbed the stairs with a slight slump in her shoulders.

“Oh, dear. That’s not good,” Agnarr frowned. “You girls finish up eating. I’m gonna see your mother.”

“Good luck dad,” Anna sent him an encouraging smile as he ran up the stairs to catch up with his wife. Once he was out of sight, Anna sighed softly. “I wish mother wouldn’t be so paranoid about us. We’re already adults.”

Elsa looked at her sister and took her hand in hers. She rubbed the back of Anna’s hand with her thumb as a soothing gesture. “You know how she is. Sometimes working at the station while keeping our secret in mind can be hard.

Anna nodded solemnly. “Yeah… I know.”

—

“Do you want me to help with the dishes?” Anna asked, sneaking up behind Elsa.

“Nope. You can go upstairs first.”

“Aww, thanks, Elsa. You’re the best sister.”

“I know,” Elsa responded with a smile, if not a little smug. Anna rolled her eyes and leaned up to peck Elsa’s cheek.

Anna climbed up the flight of stairs but heard the arguing voice behind the master bedroom door. Her curiosity made her eavesdrop on her parents.

“They still love each other,” said Iduna.

“I see that as a good thing,” her father insisted. “Which one is better? Sisters who hate each other? Or sisters who love and care for each other?”

“Of course I choose loving and caring any day, but there’s a law that does not allow them to be together like that. I can’t stand it anymore. Do you know how hard it is to keep a secret from my colleague about our daughters? What makes matters worse is when someone files a report similar to our daughters’ relationship.”

“Anna, what are you doing?” Elsa’s voice came from behind her, and she couldn’t help but jump in surprise at Elsa’s sudden appearance. “Are you eavesdropping on our parents?”

“Yes, Elsa. Can you please quiet down? I’m trying to listen.”

“Suit yourself,” Elsa strode away to her room.

“Hon, relax. I understand that you’re scared for our daughters. As long as no one reports them, things will be alright. If anything happens to our daughters, you know I could defend them. For free. Besides, people give a pass when sisters act clingy like them. They think they’re cute.”

“Well, that’s true,” there was a pause before Iduna let out an aggravated sigh. “I just want to be safe. I don’t want them to go behind bars because the law is not on their side.”

“Hey, we’re going to protect them. As long as they are with us, they will be safe. That’s a promise.”

—

Anna walked back to her sister’s- or their room now by how frequently they slept together. While on her way there, a thunder’s rumble echoed through the hallway, leaving Anna frightened a bit. Anna instinctively rushed towards the room in hope to take cover under the blanket.

When Anna opened the room, she saw Elsa sat at the head of the bead, glasses perched on her nose as she held an open book in hand. Anna crawled up to the bed and snuggled into Elsa’s chest. A soft, plum breast with her sister’s beating heart soothed her, damping the thunder’s rumble.

“Anna, are you okay?”

“No,” Anna mumbled.

“Aww, what’s wrong baby? Is it something you heard?”

Another thunder came which made Anna planted face deeper.

“Yeah. It’s just … People always see it as an abusive relationship. Instead of it just being like a normal, healthy relationship between two people who love each other.”

“Maybe the law wanted to protect the younger people from going into a relationship at a very young age.”

“That might be true, but nothing said adults consenting into a relationship.”

“That’s true.”

Silence fell upon the two girls, minus the heavy rain outside.

“You know, Anna,” Elsa started. “There’s always a place where incest is legal.”

Anna propped her head up to look at her sister. “Really?”

“Yes. I did some digging and there are a few states where incest is allowed, and family members could marry each other. If you’re serious with this, we could move to a place where incest is legal and live our lives there.”

“Elsa, that’s a great plan!” Anna’s face brightened, though it dimmed just as quickly. “Although, dad would be sad if we leave him.”

“Children will leave their parents someday,” Elsa said softly. She held Anna closer and sighed. “It’s just a matter of time before that happens. Besides, we can always come back to visit him.”

“If that’s the case,” Anna pondered. “It’s a deal. We’re going to do this together.”

“Together.”

Anna leaned in, meeting Elsa halfway into a kiss.

Smooch.

Anna leaned back to see Elsa, how much she adored her sister and how cute she was with all that flowers before. Speaking of flowers…

“Oh, I have a question, Elsa. Why did you decorate the bed with flowers just now?”

“Just want to reenact the scene from Snow White that we watched last night.”

“Aww, that’s so sweet. But weren’t you scared that we almost got caught? You kind of got mad at me for it.”

“Nope, mother texted me that she was going to come back home late. Also, I wanted to see you pout.”

Anna pouted, “You’re a big meanie.”

“I always have been.”

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#elsanna #submission #June 2021 contest #prompt: storm

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sabineelectricheart · 3 years

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Work of Art

Summary: Cove has self-esteem problems, but Jamie is on the case.

Rating: K - Intended for general audience 5 years and older. Content should be free of any coarse language, violence, and adult themes.

Words: 1700

Notes: If you have self-esteem issues, clap your hands. If you have self-esteem issues, clap your hands.

Jamie and Cove were curled up on the couch at the Last residence in the afternoon sun, his head in her inviting lap as she played with his seafoam coloured hair, twirling her fingers on the waves of it.

His eyes had drifted closed a few minutes before and his besotted girlfriend took the opportunity to take in his features. The way the sun streamed in from the window directly onto his face made everything more defined. High cheekbones, a strong jaw, straight nose, athletic frame and soft lips made the girl wonder why he was not a model.

Jamie smiled at the thought. Cove was the most beautiful person she had ever seen, especially with the delicate tip of his lips into that sweet, comfortable smile that she did not see often enough.

She felt herself laugh lightly. With such, her lower abdomen vibrated, disturbing the boy’s rest on her lap.

“What?” He asked with a sleepy voice, sitting up and opening his eyes.

“I was just laughing at myself, Cove, that’s all.” Jamie said, smiling.

He tipped his head to one side, his long hair falling over. “Why?”

She had found that he asked a lot of questions. It was his curious nature coming out whenever he would get comfortable with people, and she is quite sure that he is not more comfortable with anyone else other than her. She found it endearing, a cute childish habit that kept him jovial.

His serious and focused personality could seriously afford it.

Running her soft fingers through his hair again, she closed her sweet eyes and let her straight smile widen.

“You should really be a model, you know.” She said, opening one eye, as if spying his reaction.

He sat up, pulling away from her.

“Don’t be naïve. I can’t be a model.” He mumbled, curling into himself.

“Sure, you can. I mean, have you looked in a mirror lately?” She laughed.

The green haired boy watched her as if he was sure she was joking. “That’s why I know I can’t.”

Jamie snorted a laugh, but it put her in near physical pain knowing that he did not see what she did. Leaning forward, she placed her hand on his cheek.

“What’re you talking about?” She chirped.

He shook his head, hunching his shoulders so he looked smaller. “I have a funny pair of eyebrows. Even an idiot like Jeremy used to say so.”

She flinched. It is not as if this was any news to her, as he would complain often about his clothes and appearance, never satisfied with any positive change he achieved, and always fixated on whatever he could not improve, like the weird design of his eyebrows. In fact, she wonders if his Spartan workout routine was steaming from that self-esteem problem of his.

It was an absolute crime that he could not see what she saw in him.

“You’re absolutely handsome, Cove, magnificently so.” Jamie said, holding a sweet look on her round face. He refused to meet her eyes as he shook his head.

He pulled his knees to his chest and hunched up his shoulders, like he was afraid of she actually seeing him. For a moment, she cursed herself for ruining one of his rare moments of peace. She thought for a moment. Suddenly a thought hit her. She would just have to show him what she saw.

Popping up off the couch, she began to walk away. He raised an eyebrow in question, but she only offered a smile in return. She held up one finger and half jogged to her bedroom.

Just to the right of the door was an old full-length mirror. She plucked it from its spot and lugged it out to the couch where Cove was waiting with a puzzled expression. Still, he said nothing as she arranged it so he could see himself.

Reaching out, she motioned for him to give she his hand. Sometimes he was a little skittish with his hands, but she was a patient woman. He looked at her outstretched hand for a few moments. She knew that he had to think about it. That was okay.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he drew his eyes up to meet hers with an anxious expression. She tried her best to look encouraging. Eventually, he placed his sun kissed hand in hers.

Offering him a soft look, Jamie pulled him to his feet. He still stood the way he had when she had first met him when he was nervous: head down, hands tucked behind him, and shoulders hunched.

He was nervous.

The girl slipped behind him, nudging him a little closer to the large, oval mirror so his face was close.

“Do you want me to tell you what I see, Cove?” She asked quietly, resting her chin on his shoulder.

He nodded, just barely though.

“I see high cheekbones, an incredible jaw line, a straight nose, and soft lips. I see hair wavier than the sea, unlike any I’ve ever seen before, a colour that reflects light in extraordinary ways. I see some very cute, slightly pointed, ears. I see a pair of gentle and light green eyes so shiny that they’d belong on a jewellery store. I see a tanned, beautiful work of art.” She said, running her fingers through his hair again.

“Art.” He breathed, in awe of her statement.

She frowned at the surprise in his voice. “Yes, art.”

He tipped his head, looking at the mirror. Thinking. He always had to think about things.

“Art…” He repeated once more, sounding just as surprised as he had the first time. Now she was registering that he had begun to blush.

“A masterpiece, really.” Jamie reiterates. “I don’t know what you see, but that’s what I see.”

Blinking slowly, he stared at his own reflection.

“You really see all of that?” He asked, cautiously.

“I see so much more than that, honey.” She laughed. “Standing right in front of me is an unbelievably strong young man. A kind, gentle soul who strives to do better, to be better, so admirable. A person with cool scars and heart-wrenching stories that you will never tell and a valuable life. A life so bright and precious that is worth the whole world and back. There are so many good things about you, Cove, and if I have to show you all the mirrors in town until you believe me, then so be it.”

“Oh.”

Just one little word, but it said so much. The way his voice trembled when he spoke and how his breathing had shifted like he wanted to cry made she want to cry too.

She wished that she could find better words to express how wonderful she thought he was. He still stared into the mirror. Glossy eyes gave way to tears and she reeled back. She had not meant to upset him.

“I’m sorry, Cove. I shouldn’t have…” She trailed off.

Slowly, he turned around and looked at her. She wiped tears from his face with the pad of her thumb, beginning to cry as well. A single finger came up and tentatively brushed a tear away from her eye. He looked confused, but happy.

As much as she hated to see Cove cry, this time it did not seem so bad. Unlike any other time he cried, he seemed grounded. She smiled at him. He offered a shy one in return.

“Thank you, Jamie.” He whimpered. “It means a lot to me. You mean a lot to me.”

“Just telling the truth.” She said.

He shifted around for a moment, beginning to hold his arms out.

“Can… Am I allowed…?” He asked, arms twitching towards her.

“If you want a hug, Cove, just know that you’re always allowed to hug me. You don’t have to ask.” She chuckled, pulling him into her inviting arms. He clung to she like he had never been hugged before.

“Really?” He whimpered, as if he was surprised with her declaration, due to his badly defined hang-ups about physical intimacy.

She cut him off and clutched him a little tighter.

“If you want affection, just say so. I’ve got it in spades.” She giggled.

He pulled back, eyes shifting around from her face to the floor, flitting back and forth.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, observing carefully his tells as in to decipher the unsaid request.

His cheeks flushed red and he dipped his head down so his face came closer to hers. Finally, she understood, or she thought so.

“Um…” He mumbled.

“A kiss?” She asked.

Again, his eyes fluttered away and his cheeks flushed an even deeper red, but he nodded shyly.

Turning her face up, she pressed her lips to his lightly. It was no more than a soft brush, but it caused him to squeak.

She breathed a laugh.

Cove connected their lips as second time. Then a third. Then a fourth, staying longer this time. Smiling, she kissed him back. She let him get used to the feeling of her lips on his, glad to let him figure things out. Hesitantly, he put his hands on her waist; she could feel the roughness of them through her shirt. She was not sure how much time had passed when he pulled away.

“Will you hold me? Please?” He asked, stumbling on the word hold.

She smiled, gently pulling him back onto the couch so that he was laid next to her with his head on her chest.

Wrapping her arms around him, she kissed his hair. “Nothing would make me happier, sweetie.”

He snuggled into her, pressing his nose to her chest and his arms wrapped around her midsection as he made himself comfortable.

The late afternoon sun bathed both of them in a warm, golden glow and Jamie began to admire her boyfriend again. This time he was admiring her back.

There were still tear tracks on his face, but he was smiling at her. Just a soft tip of the lips. She sincerely hoped that he would keep that expression for the rest of his life.

Cove Holden, especially with that smile, was a true masterpiece.

*_*_*_*_*

Our Life Masterlist

#our life: beginnings & always #cove holden

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koko-bopp · 4 years

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Long Wait

park jimin x male!reader

word count – 5.9K

genre – SMUT | soft-angst-fluff

warning(s) – TOP!reader, BOTTOM!jimin, Daddy kink, dressing room sex, passionate sex, fingering, Tinnie tiny ittie bittie little bit of angst.

synopsis – first of all, highly appreciate the requester for using 'mate' ilysm. Also, I'm so fucking sorry for taking so long.

Park Jimin's boyfriend has been in the army for quite some time now, so hearing that he was getting discharged, Jimin was willing to jump at every opportunity to see the love of his life. Though, [Y/N] wanted to surprise Jimin, maybe in more ways than one.

"He should've been discharged today," Jimin said, "He should've called me."

BTS had just finished their concert, and not for Jimin to brag on their behalf, but it was safe to say that this one was their best performance yet. Thought part of him felt that little bit of sad ting at the fact that they were performing in your home city. He expected himself to be happy, that he got to live a small piece of the things you liked about your city, but it wasn't the same, well, since you weren't even there to enjoy it with him.

If anything, it had been two years since Jimin last physically saw you.

You were completing your military training. Jimin, he wasn't gonna lie, was at first against the idea. Two fucking years? Jimin was barely able to survive two days without you, let alone two years. But eventually, he allowed his boyfriend to do so.

He was already feeling like shit since, fucking hell, what does a man have to do to get a few loving cuddles while the love of his life is absent, but also because you were supposed to get discharged earlier today.

You promised to call him and get him to pick you up the day you were leaving. It was the deal you were forced to agree to by your loving boyfriend before you left. Though he was yet to receive the said phone call.

"Maybe they kept him back, Jimin," Jin said, his breath kind of uneven, considering their concerts aren't just them standing for a few hours. But Jin was hoping smiling at his friend would give the other some sort of comfort, "C'mon, if a man that good looking were to enter an establishment, I'd keep him back for a little longer just to stare at him too."

Jimin smiled a little. It was nice how Jin was able to raise people's spirits.

But a small sigh left his lips a minute after, he just wasn't in the mood to be all comedic and cute. He watched his friends enter the shared make-up rooms but he looked up at Jin before he could enter, "I need a second alone. Is that fine?"

"Of course," Jin said, smiling, "I'll tell the managers you're going to the bathroom, but there's an empty dressing room in room 1-13B. I'll cover for you."

Man, if it wasn't great to have people who care.

It took him a while, considering there were employees entering and exiting the room, but they were just doing their jobs, so Jimin didn't really mind.

1-13B, he found the white painted door, though, wierdly, the door was open in the slightest. It confused the blonde, though maybe the person who was in there last forgot to close the door.

Though, his nose picked up on a familiar smell as soon as his hand reached for the door's knob, it was protective, yet ocean-like; almost calming in a way. Jimin knew what the smell was. "No... No fucking way."

He didn't hesitate to throw the door open. Worst case scenario, it was someone who had the same fragrance as you.

"Jagi!" Jimin jumped at you as soon as he saw your eyes, you sat on one of the uncomfortable make-up chairs waiting for him like a gentleman, only to be tackled by the man you call your boyfriend.

"Baby," you sighed in relief, all the saddeness of not having Jimin in your arms were gone. "Fuck. Jimin, I missed you so much."

Jimin wanted to weep out of joy. This was the first hug in two years that the two of you shared. The first time in two years you were so close to Jimin. The first time in two years that you were in each other's embrace? He wanted to feel this moment; he moved himself onto your lap, his arms around your neck, your arms wrapped securely around his waist, but both your faced buried in each other's shoulders just to stop yourself from crying.

Two years was too long.

There had to be tears.

Jimin pulled back, not enough for him to be released from your grip, but just enough for him to take a hold of both your cheeks in his hands, "Baby?" Jimin said softly, the break in his voice almost noticeable, "Baby, please look at me."

Crying was out of the option now, but you did it all the while complying to Jimin's request. The blonde man's heart swelled seeing the love of his life in tears, no matter if they were out of contentment or gloom.

"Jimin. Fucking kiss me already," You almost demanded. It wasn't aggressive, considering the tears staining your face and small droplets falling onto your white shirt to make it transparent, it almost made it thankful to hear.

Your boyfriend complied with a grin, his lips locking with yours roughly.

You could taste the flavour of his raspberry lipgloss on your tongue, the both of you moving around to remember every inch of each other's bodies. Jimin trailed his fingers across and up your chest and arms, feeling the bare and clothed skin before heading up to grip on your perfect strands of hair. Hearing the low grunt that left your mouth when he bit on your bottom lip was everything he'd wanted, a egoistic smile on his lips when he noticed that your hands too had a mind of their own, following whatever pattern they wanged across Jimin's back, thighs and ass, not only to keep him on your lap for as long as you please, but it was the only way that could keep his as humanly close as possible.

Jimin pulled away to breathe. Both your breaths rigid and uneven from the clashing of tongue and teeth.

He looked at you with glossy yet loving eyes, softly giggling at the shiny and magenta-tinted lipgloss stain pained on the corner of your mouth.

You chuckled gently too, the rippling action from your lover doing causing the affect, "What's funny?" You asked, still out of breath.

Jimin smiled, bringing his thumb to the space in which the gloss had spread, caressing the perfect skin, "I'm waiting to wake up from this dream," Jimin admitted, his voice low and delicate, "I missed you so much more than I thought..."

Your gazed into Jimin's eyes, the small confession making you smile, "Thank you."

Jimin chuckled, "For what?"

"For waiting. You didn't... You didn't deserve to wait so long, and it probably hurt you more than me..."

Jimin swallow hard, bringing his hand that was buried in your hair to your cheek, caressing it softly, "No, no, baby. Shut up."

And he made you, colliding his lips back onto yours.

You didn't stop yourself from squeezing Jimin's ass, feeling him accidentally buck into you but also the sound of a gasp leaving his lips was a pure symphony to your ears.

One of your hands reached up to his soft hair, running your fingers through the blonde strands to first learn the pattern before taking a handful to pull on.

Your lover gasped again at the action, his neck both forcefully and willingly on display for you. It made a smirk appear in your lips, before bringing them down to sink bites and kisses along the skin.

Sure, Jimin had touched himself while you were gone, you can't expect a man with a stressful career and a want for sex to not masturbate while his lover is away. Yet, he hadn't been touched, being that you were the only person who he'd allow.

Jimin let you leave wet kisses along his neck, his breath hitching softly with every other touch you left.

You let go of Jimin's hair, instead placing a hand on his back as you lifted him up from off your lap and placed him roughly on the table, make up products falling off the surface and onto the floor. Not that it bothered you, you had better things to take care of.

Jimin gripped your shirt, grabbing a fistful of the fabric to clash your lips onto his for the third time, doing his very best to rob that feeling of love and lust he craved for too long.

He was panting harsh when he pulled away, looking at you through lidded eyes, "Please touch me," Jimin said, practically moaning at the feeling of your fingers tracing his thighs.

"Hm," you hummed, a smirk on your lips as you watch your boyfriend's breath become rigid, but you couldn't stop yourself from chuckling when you pressed your palm against his hardening bulge, "What was that, love?"

"Fuck, daddy–" Jimin breathed out, his hips bucking forward at the harsh contact, his nails digging into your biceps. "Please, please, Daddy. I want your cock. Please."

"When was the last time this ass was fucked, baby?" You asked, popping off the button of his skinny jeans.

"T-his morning," Jimin replied almost immediately, "I– ahh– I was so horny and I got the dildo and–"

"Such a dirty boy." You pulled off Jimin's pants, chuckling lightly at his confession, "Come a bit forward for me, love. I need to prep you for my cock, right?"

Jimin nodded obediently, doing as he was told but also wrapping his arms around your neck to bring you close to him.

It caused a smile to play onto your face, though you bought two fingers up to your mouth to coat them with your saliva, seen as you didn't want you hurt your boyfriend.

"Ready?" You asked.

Jimin nodded, and a loud gasp left his lips, followed by a moan and his hands comimg up to grip your stands of hair, "Aah! H-hmm!"

"Huh, you really did miss me, baby boy. You're is sucking in my finger so well," You laughed softly.

The fake compliment in your tone made Jimin even hornier, but his hips bucked so hard when you placed in another finger. His breathing becoming that bit heavier. Two fingers pumping in and out of his ass at a pace that made him so fustrated and so satisfied at the same time. It was like you knew that if you'd go any faster, he might actually cum. But you knew for sure, it had been so long since Jimin came from your cock or fingers.

"You know what?" You asked, very much being rhetoric, but Jimin's heavy eyes met your playful ones, "I think you can take three fingers, baby."

You didn't wait for him to respond properly, he got his words cut off by his own moan and his holes being stretched.

"Daddy! Oh god, please go faster, please! I need to cum." Jimin begged, bringing you close as you stood so close to him, your three fingers doing their job as you watched Jimin drool and moan.

He looked so sexy all submissive and fucked-out for you. You didn't know how you went on two years without the love of your life, but not having Jimin for that long was torture on his own.

"You want to cum, baby boy?" You knew he did, the precum spewing from his tip was enough for you to figure that out without his response.

"Yes, daddy!" He gasped, "Please, I want to cum so b-bad!"

He was almost crying, so desperate and dirty for a release.

You extracted your fingers. Slow, but quick enough so Jimin wouldn't accidently cum.

You watched your boyfriend moan out a sob, his eyes glossed with tears at your actions and his cheeks flushed from how hot and needy he was. "B-But–"

You gripped Jimin's chin, smiling softly, "Were you close, baby?"

He nodded without a second thought.

"Turn around," You said, "You're going to take my cock like a good boy."

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aajjks · 3 years

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Do you ever have those moods where you just want to be comforted and cuddled? I was wondering if you could do a tiny headcanon type of thing where soft yandere jungkook and y/n fight, with it ending with some sort of fluff. I'm sorry if it's rude of me to ask this. I just desperately want to cuddle someone 🥺

A/N hello my soft little baby..ofc..I will write this for since you’re in need of comfort BUT LETS KEEP THIS IN MIND MY PEOPLE.. REQUESTS ARE CLOSED. Ily. Also I hate cuddling lmao. Also I hope you get to cuddle someone :D. Also pls do not romanticise this behavior. This is so shit...my yandere jk has gotten dusty :(( lmk your thoughts.

It was a stupid fight. Yes. You should’ve known that Jungkook is very clingy and obsessive.

And let’s not forget his serious insecurity issues. You felt so bad. Because you could hear his loud wails from the wall. You sat quietly around the room..thinking.

You didn’t deserve someone like him. He was too genuine and loving. He was so pure.

He just wants to be loved and to be able to love you. But you— you don’t allow that.

But. It wasn’t really your fault. You had a shitty day. “Y/N!!! You are so cruel!!! I-I love you! I-I missed you! Please let me in!!!” He cried as a few hiccups left his mouth.

You really were cruel. To him.

“Jungkook. Stop fucking crying.” You rolled your eyes, even if he couldn’t see you.

The sobs only got louder. “Y/N!!!!~” he whined his throat dry.

You massaged your temples. You wanted to cry. You had the most worst day st school. Your teachers hated you, the whole school hated you.

Your best friend was a snake.

Your parents didn’t care. Your siblings didn’t try to understand you.

And your boyfriend was a clingy bastard.

What a combo!?

“JUNGKOOK STOP WEEPING. The door was already open come on in. I swear to god if the neighbors file a complaint against us-” the door slammed against the wall asyou felt someone crashing into you. Hugging you tightly.

Arms wrapping around you so tight that you’d break.. literally.

“Y/N!!!!” He sobbed violently in your neck. “Ow jungkook, my waist is hurting!” He didn’t respond just cried as he pushed you on the bed and quickly caged you.

“Y/N!!! CUDDLE ME!” He ordered as he fell on top of you. Wrapping his leg around your knee and his arms going under your back. His head on your chest.

“Ow you huge fucker.” You cried. He just smiled as he sniffed. “I missed you so much did you miss me?!” He cutely spoke.

“No. I had the most shittiest day ever. I want to die. No one cares for me or loves me!” You muttered quietly as your fingers finding themselves in jk’s long shiny hair. Playing with them as tears fell from your eyes.

He giggled at the feeling of your hands as he stopped suddenly. “W-What?!” He looked up to you with his big bambi eyes.

Face scrunched up in confusion... and horror.

“That’s not true?!” He gasped “I love you? I love you so much?! And I care for you?! I fucking adore you!?!” His voice only got louder.

“You only need me Y/N. Other people don’t get your value. They won’t ever treat you like I can. You deserve to be worshipped, loved.” He kissed your nose. His thumbs wiping away your tears.

“Look st me. Let me see those pretty eyes.” He softly spoke. “You opened your eyes to see his red and glossy.

“You are my heart Y/N. My everything. I live and breathe for you. You are my light. You are so important to me. I don’t know what I’ll do if I ever lost you. Fuck that thought is driving me insane.”

“You are my most incredible, intelligent and talented baby. I love you. And that’s enough.”

“I’ll always love you even if you hate me. The world doesn’t matter. Only I do.”

“And for me only you matter baby.”

#well this is shit but I hope it’s tolerable :(((

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hanawrites404 · 4 years

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Wynne's Diary - Dreams With Asra

@thearcanagame

"Are you ready Wynne?"

I open my eyes from hearing a familiar voice. However, there was nothing but a white void in front of me. I looked around, only to find the same ambience everywhere. Even the silence told me that there was nothing for me to look here.......or perhaps there was.

"I'm here, silly" that same voice called out to me, accompanied by a childish chuckle.

I turned to where I heard the person, and I was immediately met with a child who had white fluffy and messy hair, amethyst eyes and golden brown skin complimenting his youthful face. With those oversized clothes and that innocent yet childish mischief hidden in his gaze, I instinctively knew who it was.

"Asra?" I got a bit startled from him being here. Not because of how he randomly appeared from the void, but because of how he was in front of me in his child form, something which I haven't seen for years.

"I'm glad you recognised me Wynne" he then approaches me and takes hold of my hands and then kisses my knuckles while keeping an eye contact with me.

I flushed a light pink as I felt his innocent and soft lips on my rough knuckles (due to many reasons). Those big and faultless eyes looking into mine added up to my blush more.

Once he stopped kissing my hands, he let one of my hand loose but kept his grip on my other hand. He still maintained eye contact with me and then greeted me with an endearing smile next.

I flushed pinker. I couldn't believe that a child was making me feel this way.....or was it only because the child was Asra?........

"What's wrong Wynne? Cat got your tongue?" He giggled as he held my hand tighter with his little ones.

"S-Shut up" I looked away from him, my cheeks heating up.

"You haven't changed at all. You are still very bubbly and cheery. You just don't show it to anyone. That's kind of sad but I understand"

I softened my usual stiff stance a bit when he said that. It's not surprising at all that he knows what I think or why do I make a particular decision.

I don't have to explain to him a multiple times as to why am I taking such a risk or what I am thinking about as I do to the others. In simple words, he knows me very well. And I'm grateful that he does.

"But do remember....."

Suddenly out of nowhere, snowflakes started falling slowly around me and Asra when he started his sentence. I looked around being mildly surprised.

They were of different sizes and patterns, but all of them had two common colours. A sparkling blue and a glossy purple.

However, these were not the regular snowflakes you always see during winters. They were shiny and looked like glitter yet they felt like soft snow on my skin. Pleasantly cool and slippery but there was a bit of warmth I could feel, and I definitely knew why it was so.

It was Asra's warmth, his intimate magic touching me tenderly. These snowflakes were the sign of his love and affection for me. He was expressing his intimacy towards me through his winsome magic. As the snowflakes fell on me, it felt like kisses on my skin, similar to when Asra kissed my hands.

There were more than millions of them, so you might have got the idea of how much he truly loves me. And this actually made me genuinely smile. Something which I did very rarely, but I didn't feel the urge to hide it as usual because it was worth the moment.

Asra then spoke in his sweet voice again.

"No matter how many times you push me away or try to avoid me, I would still be worried about you. No matter how many times you yell at me, I would listen to you patiently because it tells me that you care about me.

No matter how many times you hurt me, I would accept the pain because it tells me that I'm still alive..........Alive.......for me to love you forever"

He then takes my hands again and makes me cup his small face. He still had his delightful smile on his lips and kept his eyes locked up with mine.

"You are very precious to me Wynne. You are smart, pretty, talented and strong that I envy you. You are so calm even in difficult situations that it makes me admire you more. Even if you come off as rude and arrogant, I would still be fond of you. Even with your flaws, you are perfect to me.

I.......I love you Wynne Toprak......And I adore you more than anything else in this world.....no........I adore you more than anything else in this universe and beyond!!"

I could feel tears threatening to fall from my eyes. Every word he spoke touched my heart deeply. He was making me fall for him more and more as he confessed his feelings to me and my heartbeat was getting faster and more intense.

But afterwards, total adrenaline rushed through my veins and my whole body...............as soon as I saw Asra's beautiful eyes leaking tears.

"But I'm afraid that you might get in danger like when you fought the Devil. I am scared of seeing you going through so much pain while I just be a bystander. I really want to protect you and keep you away from such dangerous obstacles"

Him weeping softly and his voice cracking with each word he spoke made my heart even heavier that it felt like it would pierce through my chest and fall out any moment.

It pained my heart very enormously. Though it was nothing compared to what Asra has been through his whole life, it was still hurting a lot that I would rather rip my heart off my body than let it be inside to keep myself alive.......

He then continued to speak in a sobbing manner.

I......I already lost you once..........and I don't want to lose you again. I promise that I would always protect you and keep you safe. Just please tell me that you won't ever leave me..................please?......."

I shake my head lightly, the corner of my lips curving upwards for a fraction. He still worries too much even after being a child, doesn't he?

So I kneel down to him and wipe his tears off with my thumb, being careful not to hurt him with my nail.

"I will never leave you Asra. No matter what type of obstacles come between us. I will always stay with you and protect you. I love you from the bottom of my heart, and I would rather die than ever see you in pain" I finally blurted my feelings out.

Even when he was crying, his lips curved into a smile when he heard me. I rose my eyebrow and asked him with slight amusement in my tone.

"What's so funny, Little Fluffball?"

Asra then giggles and kisses my nose which made my cheeks heat up again.

"You love me back. That's the best thing which can ever happen to me, Wynne. I am yours and you are mine. That's the most perfect thing ever" he then grins his brightest.

Even I crack a small smile and a chuckle. I then return the favour by kissing his forehead lovingly. This in turn made Asra turn into a tomato. A cute tomato.

"You are so adorable Asra" I complimented him as I pulled away.

"Not as adorable as you" he blushed more while looking away.

I then giggle and kiss both of his baby cheeks compassionately.

"Never ever feel like I'm not there for you, alright Asra?"

"Yes ma'am" he straightened his posture and saluted me like a young soldier in training. I smile and ruffle his hair in return.

Asra then hugs me quickly, and I too wrap my arms around his small figure without any second thought.

"Thank you Wynne"

"Your welcome Fluffball" I replied back.

"........Thanks to you, I can finally be happy now"

I didn't know why but, after he completed his sentence, I started to feel dizzy and my vision started getting blurry. My head felt too heavy and I instinctively started to fall back, but Asra made my drop gentle as he held me by my waist and laid me down on the ground slowly.

"Asra.........." That's all I could manage to say after my ears started to ring.

He in return just smiled at me and kissed my eyelids softly to close them. And that was the last of what I saw of him before the world faded to black....................

"I love you..............................."

..............

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"Wynne?? Wynne!!" I heard someone calling my name.

I opened my eyes again with a slow groan, this time it felt a bit difficult to open as compared to the first time, but I did managed to open them up and I was met by an agitated Asra........the grown up one.......and he was naked and lying beside me on the bed.

And talking about being naked, even I didn't have any clothes on me. We both were under a blanket and close to each other.

"Oh Goodness you are fine" he sighed from relief and smiled, while I just looked at him with confusion.

"Hmm? What's wrong?" I rose my eyebrow.

"You were calling my name in your sleep, so I woke up to see what was wrong. Your expression seemed distressed so I got worried" he explained.

"Oh.....forgive me for that" I blushed from a bit embarrassment.

I then heard him chuckle and then felt his lips giving me a small kiss on my forehead.

"Still so formal to me even after being together for a long time. That's something you would definitely do" he teases.

"Oh shut up" I slap him lightly on the face yet he still chuckled shamelessly.

"Stupid" I rolled my eyes.

He then says nothing and just pulls me closer to his chest and makes me rest my head on him.

He then kisses my forehead again.

"I love you, My Sweet Ocean" he whispers to me.

"I love you too Cloudy Head" I reply bashfully.

"And I specifically love you too, Little Cottonball" he then caresses my slightly inflated belly affectionately.

"Pfff Seriously? It has been only three months are you are already obsessed with it?" I taunt him.

"Why won't I be hmmm?" He hummed and kissed my cheek.

"........Good question" I remarked.

He then giggles and kisses my lips. I too returned the kiss as I pulled him closer by his hair.

We both then pull away but keep cuddling to each other, our faces flushed pink. We then enterwine our hands as we stare at the matching silver bands around our ring fingers........his other hand still caressing my stomach which carried the baby...............

Our beautiful baby...........

The end............

#the arcana #the arcana game #arcana mc #fan apprentice #wynne toprak #arcana apprentice #arcana oc #asra the magician #the arcana asra #asra alnazar #asra x mc #asra x oc #asra x apprentice #the arcana fanfic #31daysofarcana #what I wrote

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reactionsfromapenofastay · 5 years

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Stray Kids Reaction To Their S/O And Them Are Finding A Lost Pet On The Street - Hyung Line

Chan:

It was pretty dark outside, despite the fact that it was an early afternoon in the middle of August. Grey clouds covered the - otherwise - piercing blue sky, not letting the Sun shine on the people below, and even though the air was still warm from the heatwave that had ended only a few days ago, the cold raindrops successfully made everyone in the city to grab their jackets or sweaters. Let’s just say, it was not the weather any living creature would spend their times in. But still, there you were, wearing only your shorts, a sleeveless shirt, and a raincoat that wasn’t zipped up, which made it impossible for the clothe to cover your body properly. Due to this neglectful out-fit you were already damp even though it’d been only a few minutes since you came out of the house, and there were visible goosebumps on every free skin of yours. But you didn’t really care. You were too busy squating in the middle of the street in front of your apartment, trying to keep your balance, not to get hit by a car, and manage to stay calm, all at the same time.

You’d been in your cozy room just minutes ago, watching a movie, all cuddled up with your boyfriend under a fluffy blanket, just enjoying the warmth that’d radiated from his body, and from his arms which he’d been hugging you with. But it hadn’t lasted long. A desperate whine had cut through the silence and since it had been already raining outside you’d been far too worried to just ignore the sounds that had repeated continuously. So you’d come outside looking for the source of the noise, your boyfriend right behind you.

Now, Chan was standing a few steps away from you, holding the umbrella from under you’d just walked out of, watching carefully as you tried to win the dog’s trust - that’d welcomed you two when you’d come outside - and get it to come closer to you.

Even though he was an owner of a pup himself, and he really was an animal lover by heart, he still couldn’t manage to drown out the worry in him. Because the dog that you tried to be friends with was pretty big, and wild looking. Its fur was longer than Chan thought it should have been, and its dark locks were soaking wet and sticked together. The poor animal was covered in mud, only its black, glistening eyes shined through the dirt, and it was shivering. The leader of Stray Kids couldn’t really decide if it was because of the dog was cold, hurt, or afraid. But what he knew was that the pup looked more familiar with a wolf, than with a dog, and that it could easily hurt you. Not because it wanted to. But he knew that as a dog if it’d felt pain, been scared or frightened its first instinct would’ve probably been to bite you, especially if it hadn’t been familiar with humans.

- “Chan!” - your whisper was the sound that made him snap out of it.

- “Yes?” - he asked, looking up at you in an instant.

- “Could you bring me some of the leftovers from yesterday? It’s in the fridge.” - you didn’t take your eyes off the animal as you spoke which was still glaring at you with an uncertain look on its face. It didn’t really decide yet if it wanted to trust you or not.

Your boyfriend nodded even though he knew that you could not see him, and he walked back into the house, as fast as he could without running, preventing to scare the pet. He wasn’t too happy that you stayed outside alone with the pup, but he trusted you and that you were smart enough to run if something bad happened.

Chris grabbed a few chicken wings that you hadn’t eaten yesterday, and he walked out to you again, making his steps as big as possible.

To his relief you and the dog were still in the same position as before. He approached you slowly, arms hanging, shoulders relaxed, and focusing on you.

- “Here.” - he whispered, and you reached back, taking the meat from his hands. - “Be careful.” - he said before taking a few steps back, and you couldn’t help but smile, thinking about how sweet it was from him to worrying for you, even if the slightest.

- “Hi, buddy.” - your voice was firm, but soft as you slowly lifted up your arm, offering the chicken to the dog. It flinched back a little at first but soon as the smell of food filled its sensitive nose it take a few steps forward. You smiled again but you tried to avoid eye contact with the poor thing, not wanting to make it feel threatened. - “There’s no need to be afraid. We won’t hurt you.” - you cooed. - “We just want to help. But first we need you to trust us, okay?” - maybe it was your words that it understood, or your calming tone was the thing that affected it, but the pup moved, and he ate the food from your hands.

You carefully reached out your other hand, trying to pet it, and to your surprise not only the dog let you run your fingers through its messy fur, but it leaned against your touch, trying to get as close to you as possible. Its crave of love and comfort was obvious and you couldn’t help but teared up thinking about when could’ve been the last time that someone had given affection to this little creature.

Soon enough you were basically hugging the dog - not too tight though - which was now licking your palms and arms franticually even though there were no longer meat in it.

You looked back at Chan with glossy eyes and as if it knew your thoughts the dog raised its head up a little, so it could see over your shoulders as well.

And Chris’ heart melted.

- “It looks like Berry’s got a new friend to play with, huh?” - he winked, and his dimples showed up when he smiled, not being able to be prouder of his girlfriend, whose big heart just saved a life today.

Woojin:

- “Are you serious!?” - you laughed, covering your mouth with one hand, the fingers of the other were intertwined with Woojin’s who was now walking next to you. It was dark outside but this didn’t bother any of you as you were wandering in the park. After a comeback, some crazy days at your workplace, and tiring weeks of seemingly endless promotion you guys finally got some privacy and free time which you hadn’t missed to spend together. That was why you two were walking among the trees, feeling the night’s breeze caressing your skins, enjoying each other’s presences, telling stories to one another. Nothing could’ve been more perfect than that.

- “I’m not joking, I swear.” - he said, joining you in your laughter. - “Jisung-ah looked like the man from that painting…what is it called…yes! The Scream.” - and you laughed even harder because you could totally imagine the rapper - who’d got mentioned by your boyfriend - making the face the person was making in Edvard Munch’s picture. - “He was on the verge of tears.” - the singer shook his head, and you pouted instantly.

- “Poor Jisungie.” - you said, knowing how much of a scaredy-cat he was. - “They really should’ve known better than pranking him.” - you referred to the maknae-line, as you swung your head.

- “Han’s reactions to certain things can be really funny sometimes. So I would lie if I said that I didn’t understand why they chose him.” - your boyfriend shrugged a little, running his thumb over the back of your hand. - “I think they didn’t quite expect him to start to cry.” - he added. - “Felix almost started to cry as well, Jeongin was just standing there, scared-stiff, and Hyunjin looked like he was about to get eaten by the guilt he felt.” - you smiled a little. You expected nothing less from these three drama kings. - “Gosh…we really are one of the most emotional groups out there. We were made out of softies.” - he chuckled and you raised an eyebrow.

- “What about the dark, and mysterious Seo Changbin?” - you asked jokingly but Woojin only waved his hand.

- “Changbin is literally one of the softest softies among us. He’s just really good at hiding it.” - you grinned so wide your face muscles started to hurt for a brief moment.

- “AHHA!” - you shouted satisfied. - “I knew he cried while we were watching Lion King.”

- “Okay, but honestly who doesn’t cry while watching that movie?” - he laughed and you had to admit that he was right on this one.

- “Yeah, that’s true, but still. He literally said he got something in the…”

You couldn’t finish your sentence thanks to the boy next to you, whose hand pulled you back. The force of the movement was not huge but it was so sudden that you almost fell back as you took a few steps backwards.

- “What the…” - but he cut off your statement again, however this time with words.

- “Look!” - he pointed forward, looking at the ground and you did. It was dark, and a little bit foggy but you was still able to see the little form that plodded across the path you two were walking in. It was extremely slow and the way it took one of its legs in front of the others was almost hilarious.

- “Is that a…?” - you asked very, very confused as you crunched down wanting to take a look at the little creature from closer. - “A turtle?”

- It looks like a turtle to me. - Woojin nodded, descending to his knees next to you. - But like a pet one.

- “What the heck?” - you furrowed, putting your foot in front of the animal, stopping it from moving forward. - “How’s that even possible?” - you questioned the existence of the turtle in the park.

- “I have no idea.” - the singer shook his head. - “But it’s kinda cute.” - he added, smiling a little.

- “Is there any lake in this park?” - you asked but when the “no” left your boyfriend’s mouth you became even more confused. - “Where did you come from, little guy? Hmm?” - you cooed, reaching out for the turtle and grabbing it gently. It looked up at you with its small, black, shiny eyes, but of course you didn’t get an answer from it. - “We have to take it home!” - you suddenly mumbled surprising even yourself a little bit, not even talk about the boy next to you.

- “What?”

- “It needs water. Is there any water here? No.” - you said, getting more into the idea to adopt your new, tiny friend. - “Plus there are always children here.” - you added. - “They playing football, or tag, they’re screaming and running, they can easily hurt this guy.” - you lifted the turtle up a little. - “And what if one of the kids find it? I love children, but they can be very aggressive with animals. Not on purpose though. But only because they don’t really know how to treat them properly.”

- “That’s true.” - Woojin hummed and you looked at him with wide, hopeful eyes. Eventually he smiled down at you and nodded. - “Okay. Let’s take him home.” - you particularly jumped on him, making both of you fell back on the ground, laughing, the turtle still in your hand, looking a little bit frightened.

- “Thank you!” - you said, pecking your boyfriend’s soft lips gently, and gratefully.

- “Can we name him Hank, though?” - he asked shyly, his gaze wandering to the pet.

- “No!” - you furrowed, giggling. How could he have ideas like that?

- “But why?” - he pouted and you couldn’t help but kissed him again.

- “Because Hank is a horrible name.”

Minho:

Today was a special day. There were no celebrations or glittery events, but you got sent home from work much earlier than you usually did. It deserved to be remembered. For the past few weeks your work place’d been rushing with everything like crazy. You’d arrived at home late and got up really early in the mornings every day, and you’d had to work at home as well. But the hard work was finally paying off, and it started with this early afternoon.

You were almost jumping on the streets as you headed home, thinking of plans you wanted to fulfill in your free time. The weather was warm but breezy, the sun covered the darkest places with light as well, so it really was the perfect time to go out. “Maybe I’ll go to the park.” This was the exact thought in your mind when all of your plans got cut through by a quiet but desperate meow.

You froze in the middle of all of your movements, right on the street, eyebrows furrowed. Did you hear that well or were your ears playing tricks on you? They weren’t. And you got assured of that by the source of the noise in an instant.

Now, you probably looked even more stupid, since you started to look round - when seemingly there was no one around you, trying to find the meowing creature with your eyes. Thankfully it didn’t stop making the sounds, so in a few minutes were crouching down next to a tree, staring at the tiny, little kitten in the grass, with teary eyes. - “Oh my God…” - you let out a broken whisper, as you watched the little baby wiggle round, meowing in every few seconds. The kitten must’ve been around two weeks old. Its ears were upright, but very small, its eyes were open and it didn’t had any teeth. The pet’s grayish fur was messy, and covered in dirt, but you noticed a few flees on it as well when you leaned closer.

You knew that you had to do something. Not only were you an animal lover by heart but you also knew that this little guy wouldn’t survive here alone. But at the same time you had no clue how to save a kitten this old. You’d never had a cat, not even a dog, the only animals you’d ever owned were fish. But they hadn’t needed any special treatment.

However your mind hadn’t been racing for too long. Even though you didn’t know what to do, you did know someone who did. In fact, that person was your very own boyfriend.

You reached back for your bag, trying to find your phone with trembling hands, but you didn’t tear your eyes off of the animal in front of you. When you succeeded you literally punched the buttons on the screen, and held the mobile close to your ear. The phone rang for a few moments, but no one answered it, so you tried again while you were trying to think of every possible place where Minho could be. The boys didn’t had interviews, nor photo shoots today. They’d performed around ten or eleven am, but it was already three in the afternoon so it couldn’t be the reason why the dancer didn’t pick it up. “He’s probably on dance practice.” You thought, chewing on your bottom lip, silently praying for the boy to pick up the damn phone. - “Hi Jagi.” - you finally heard the sweet voice of your boyfriend and you sighed in relief. He was panting which only certified your assumption from before. - “I didn’t expect you to…”

- “Minho, it’s an emergency!” - and by the silence on the other side of the line, you knew that he was on full display for you. - “I’ve found a kitten on the way home.” - you explained on a shaky tone. - “I’ve been next to it for the past ten minutes. There’s no other cat or person here. I think someone purposely left this little guy here.” - now your face was covered in tears, and you were frequently sniffling, trying to stop your nose from running. The pure though of someone leaving an innocent, baby cat on the side of a street broke your heart. - “It’ll die if I don’t help. But I don’t know how to take care of a…”

- “How old is it?” - Minho asked, immediately getting into action. You sniffled again, trying to dry up your tears with the sleeves of your shirt.

- “I’m not sure…maybe two weeks old…?” - the boy hummed a little, and you literally saw him crossing his arm under the one that held the phone, as he started to think.

- “How small is it?”

- “Well…” - you stared at the squirming creature, trying to do some math in your brain, but failed. - “I think it’s a bit bigger than my palm.”

- “Does it have teeth?”

- “No.”

- “Are its eyes open?” - he asked again and you nodded out of reflex.

- “Yupp. They are.”

- “Then I think you’re probably right about its age. Good job, Jagi!” - he said, and by the tone of his voice you knew he was smiling. He was proud. You blushed at the compliment, muttering a soft “thank you”. - “Now, what you’re going to do is to cover that kitten in anything you have with you, and come into the JYP building.” - his voice was so soft and calm, it slowed down your racing heart, and filled you with confidence.

- “I have a sweater, is that good?” - you asked, but you’d already started to peel off the hoodie of your waist, placing the phone between your shoulder and your ear.

- “Yeah, that’s perfect. Just wrap the kitten in it, like it was a burrito or something.” - you laughed as you grabbed the cat as gently as you could, and put it on the clothe, starting to fold it around the tiny body. - “Remember, you have to keep it warm. Also, is it a boy or a girl?”

- “Keep it warm, keep it warm.” - you muttered to yourself, almost missing the question. - “Umm…I think…I think it’s a girl.” - you smiled on the whining little thing, who was now really looking like a burrito from Taco Bell. - “Are you in dance class?”

- “Yes, I am.”

- “I’ll be there in twenty minutes.” - you’d promised, before you hung up the phone.

And you did. After a pretty interesting taxi ride where you’d had to explain the situation to the driver, who’d started tearing up right away in the middle of a smaller traffic, you arrived at the building of the entertainment, and the only reason you didn’t run was the tiny kitten, who was sleeping peacefully, snuggled up in your hoodie.

- “Y/N!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” - you automatically backed away when eight boys rushed to your side, shouting your name as soon as you entered the dance room. It only took seconds for you to find yourself in the middle of a circle, made by almost the whole group, each member looked either at you, or the little pack in your hands with worried eyes, asking anything that crossed their minds.

- “Is she okay?”

- “Are you okay?”

- “How did you find her?”

- “Was she dying?”

- “Can I hold her?”

- “Y/N-ah, you’re so amazing!” - you didn’t even know who to look at, or which question you should answer first. Thank goodness you got saved by your 4D boyfriend, who scared Jeongin off by staring at him with a dark gaze, pulled Felix away by grabbing one of his ears, and raised his voice a little bit against Seungmin who didn’t really want to step out of your personal aura. Luckily Chan and Woojin got their adult side out as well and helped him make everyone go further.

- “How is she?” - Minho asked on a soft tone, now that he was talking to you, and you smiled a little as you carefully placed the sweater in his waiting arms.

- “Better than before.” - you said, watching your boyfriend peeking under the material. - “I think she’s warmed up because she’s sleeping now.”

- “Hi little Angel.” - the boy cooed, gently rubbing the kitten’s face with one of his fingers. - “You’re beautiful. Yes, you are.” - he continued and you felt a strange warmth growing in your heart, while looking at the two. - “Y/N?”

- “Yes?” - you asked, snapping out of your mesmerized state.

- “Could you bring me the kitten formula?” - he asked. - “It’s in a bottle. I heated it up only minutes ago, so it should be warm.” - you nodded, taking a few steps toward the only colorful bag that was in the room. - “You’ll find a syringe next to it as well.” - he added as you crunched down and zipped up the bag. You didn’t need to look for the things he’d asked for for too long. They were basically on the top of everything that were in there.

- “Hyung, why do you have kitten formula and syringe in your bag?” - Hyunjin asked furrowing is eyebrows together, and you laughed.

- “There’s some cat food as well.” - you chuckled, standing up.

- “You can never know when you’ll find a stray cat on the street.” - he shrugged, and you grinned.

- “It’s like some kind of little bit screwed up, romantic drama series.” - you said. - “I’ve already had a Stray Kid. Now I have a Stray Cat as well.” - you laughed all of the members joining you. Gosh, you always knew how to light up the mood. This was definitely one of the reasons why Minho loved you so damn much. By the time you’d walked back next to the boy the kitten was no longer a burrito. Her tiny body was held by the dancer’s hand and she was also awaken.

- “Would you do it?” - he asked, looking up at you, who went pale instantly.

- “Minho, I don’t know how to…”

- “Yes, you know.” - he cut you off softly, trading the cat for the formula with you. He filled the syringe with food, and then stepped next to you, the warmth and confidence that were radiating from his body calmed you down immediately. - “Look.” - and he helped you how to hold the kitten in one hand and then he placed the syringe in the other. - “You put it in her mouth.” - when the kitty yawned you took advantage of her action and put the syringe in her mouth. -”And now press. Slowly. There’s no need to rush. Drop by drop.” - and you did what you was told and the result got everyone by surprise.

- “She swallows it.” - you whispered, joy filling your voice. - “I can feel it.” - you almost jumped out of your skin in excitement but you stopped yourself from moving and concentrated on the little girl in your hand.

- “She must’ve been really hungry.” - Minho cooed, and then pressing a quick kiss on your temple. - “You’re doing amazing.” - he whispered in your hair and you blushed.

- “Doesn’t she need to be seen by a doctor?” - you asked not looking away from the eating kitten and the boy nodded next to you.

- “Yeah. I’ll go with you to the vet, after she finished.” - now you looked at him, eyes wide, worry starting to spread in your body.

- “Minho, you don’t have to.” - you shook your head. - “You guys will have a comeback soon. JYP would be mad if you…”

- “Hey.” - was all Minho said at first, placing his palm on your cheek, totally forgetting that the others were still in the room. - “I want to go with you.” - and he give you another kiss, this time on your forehead. - “So let’s go!” - and you didn’t disagree this time.

Changbin:

When you mentioned the idea of camping to your boyfriend you didn’t take a locked up road in account.

When you packed all of your stuffs together you didn’t take a deflated tyre in account either.

And you definitely did not take the chance of sleeping on a field in account, when the rapper started the car engine.

But as always, life hadn’t really given a flying shit about your plans, or calculations, and this is why you ended up sleeping in a tent that stood in the middle of a meadow.

But surprisingly it didn’t bother you as much as you expected it to do. After all, the weather was nice - the silent wind made the warm air cooler -,you were surrounded by the sounds of nature - like the chirping of crickets, or the hoot of owls -, thousands and thousands of bright lanterns looked down at you from the dark sky, and your very handsome, and secretly soft boyfriend were snoring next to you.

You drifted off to sleep with these thoughts on your mind, but you couldn’t enjoy your peaceful nap for too long. It only seemed minutes since you’d closed your eyes, you woke up again, and first you didn’t even know the reason why. Your first reaction was to look at Changbin but he was still sleeping like a log, so you slowly put your head back on your hoodie which you used as a pillow. But as soon as your face connected with the soft material you heard something. A sound that was a stranger to the other noises outside, and to you as well. It was unfamiliar.

You rose up a little bit from the ground, leaning on your forearm, as you blinked confusedly a few times, staring at the exit of the tent. But the only things you could see on the fabric were the shadows of the trees around you.

But you didn’t brush it off this time. You stayed in that position for a few minutes - that to you went by as hours - and then you heard the sound again. It was pretty much like…

- “Changbin!” - you whisper-shouted, as you turned toward your boyfriend, shaking his shoulders gently. He only groaned, trying to squirm away from your touch, but it didn’t look like your actions had affected him that much, if at all. - “Changbin, wake up!” - you repeated a little louder this time, and you shook him more aggressively.

- “What?” - he moaned, opening one of his eyes and looking at you with it, and in that moment you almost forgot why you’d wanted him to be awake. Because damn, his dark gaze on you was like fire, it made your skin burn all over, and his tired, raspy voice, and his messy hair didn’t help you to get your thoughts together either. But eventually you could successfully ignore his sexy looks, and told him what was on your mind.

- “There’s someone out there.” - your voice was smaller than the wind but the boy still reacted to it as if he got put under an electric shock. His eyes snapped open completely, his body tensed up, and you could almost see his nerves sharpening.

And it happened again. In the silence of the night both of you could clearly hear the noise, that sounded as if someone were walking outside. But it was blunt enough to make you realize that whatever was causing it, it was not in the very near of your camp.

- “Rule number one: If you hear a scary sound, you DO NOT get up and try to find its source!” - your boyfriend groaned again, but it was not the answer you’d been hoping for.

- “It can be a deer.” - you said excited. - “Come on, Binnie! We can’t miss that!” - the judging look that he sent in the direction of yours was priceless. - “Or someone is maybe in trouble. And we could be the heroes who save them!” - there were no muscles that flinched in Changbin’s face.

- “Jesus! You would be the first one who gets killed in a horror movie.” - he sighed, but he got up a little, leaning on his right elbow, and you knew that you only needed one more little push to convince him. So you got into action.

- “Fortunately…” - you purred, as you placed one of your hands on his thigh, while the fingers of the other started to draw circles on his clothed chest. - “I have a brave and strong boyfriend who would save me from anything, don’t I?” - you sweetly smiled up at him, and this way you could see as his face turned into a tomato, his breathing trembled, and he looked away from you in embarrassment.

- “I’m going insane…” - he murmured more to himself, than to you, and you couldn’t stop the smile that spreaded through your face when he stood up. - “Come on, Girl!” - he huffed. - “We’re looking for a monster.”

And so you went outside, jackets on your shoulders, flashlights in your hands, trying to find the thing that made the weird - walking - sound in the knee-high grass. But it was a hard job to do when you could barely see anything in the dark, not to talk about the fact that different sounds came from everywhere, and the one you were trying to find sometimes got louder, and sometimes completely stopped.

After half an hour or so, the rapper was the one who broke the silence.

- “Okay, this will take forever.” - he sounded annoyed but you knew him well enough to know that he was only tired and desperate to sleep. And you started to regret that you woke him, instead of just going outside and looking for the sound yourself. A little bit of adventure couldn’t hurt of course, but with his tight schedule he hardly got enough sleep on a daily basis.- “Y/N, you go left, I go right. But don’t roam too far! “- you nodded and you were about to walk away when he grabbed your arm gently. You looked up at him questioningly. - “And if something happens, just scream our safe word, okay?” - he winked, and you froze, mouth agape, but before you could do anything he’d run off.

- “That little…” - you swore, face red, but you couldn’t do much about it right now. So you just kept looking around for the noise maker. You believed that it couldn’t be that far, since you’d been able to hear it from your tent as well, so you walked back to your start point. And that was when you noticed, a group of bushes behind the place you slept in. - “Okay, Y/N, you got this.” - you whispered to yourself as you approached the plants. - “There’s probably nothing scary there. Just think about unicorns. Yes…unicorns. And muffins. And pink, fluffy teddy bears. And…” - you slowly, and carefully looked behind the bushes, holding back your breath, your heart beating like crazy.

And you saw a little, dark figure that was standing on its four legs.

And then it walked.

And then it bleated.

- “FELIX!!!” - you shouted at the top of your lungs, not even caring about the fact that you might scared off the creature you’d just found. You just wanted to get over it. Your face and ears had been already burning by the time Changbin got there.

- “I’m here.” - he panted. He probably had run through the whole field.

- “Babe…we seriously need to change our saf…”

- “What happened?” - your boyfriend laughed, not letting you finish the sentence and you rolled your eyes. But instead of answering him, you closed the distance between you and the animal - which was thankfully still there - making the boy follow you behind the bushes.

- “Look! It’s a kid!” - you smiled widely as you stepped closer to the little cuteness. It looked up at you, and bleated again - which pretty much sounded like a cry, it melt your heart in seconds - but it let you pet it. You kneeled beside the animal and simply wrapped your arms around it. It didn’t even flinch. - “Can we take it home? Pleaseee!” - you looked up at your boyfriend, whining, whose eyes got wider with every word that left your mouth.

- “You do realize that, that’s a baby goat, right?” - he pointed out the obvious and you pouted.

- “But it’s soooo cute!”

- “We can’t just steal…a goat…” - he frowned but you didn’t give up that easily.

- “Look at this smol lil’ bean.” - you cooed, patting the kid’s head between its tiny horns. - “He doesn’t have a rope on it, neither does it have that yellow thing in its ear, whatever the hell it’s called…This baby is probably lost. And if we left it here, it would probably die. Do you have the heart, to leave an innocent baby goat dying in a lonely field?” - you asked, making the biggest puppy eyes that was possible. Changbin pinched his nose.

- “Have I mentioned that I’m going insane?” - he sighed, and you grinned. You won.

Oh my God, guys…I’ve been soooo inactive lately, and I’m so sorry for that! I only realized how much I’ve missed writing these when I started to type.

As you can see I separated the hyung and the maknae line this time. It’s because they’re both way too long to put them in one scenario. I just simply can’t stop, once I started to write. :’D However I really, really hope that you liked it!! Feel free to leave a comment! It’s always fun to read your opinions. :)) Maknae line will be up soon. Have an amazing day or night! :D

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The Chosen Two

This has been on my mind for the past week so I finally decided to write it. Hope you guys enjoy! (Also hopefully it doesn’t get removed like my last one *wipes away tears*)

Pairings: Connor x OC

Words: 3.k

Glasses clattered together as conversation filled the luxurious venue. Numerous college students scattered the large room, holding champagne glasses containing God-only-knows.

“Either I’m extremely tipsy or just generally nervous, but I think I’m going to barf.” I mutter to my best friend, Avery, as we stood close to each other in the midst of everyone.

Tonight was an award ceremony for UCLA’s School of Film, Theatre and Television. I was nominated for many different categories in the film category, and with the competitive nature I possessed, I desired to win every category I was in. The most important award I was in the running for was Film of the Year which, if won, gives the opportunity to display your talents publicly, while also gaining the exposure to jumpstart your career.

“Oh quit it, you’ve done so many talented videos and photo shoots, it would be discrimination if you didn’t win at least one of them.” She ensures confidently. I eyed her quizzically, a humorous smile spreading across my lips.

“Discrimination?” I repeat in a laugh. She was always a little melodramatic in her motivational speeches.

“For sure, it would be discrimination against a bad bitch honestly.” We both laugh, clinking glasses in agreement to the statement.

Once it dies down, I scan the room for the one, and the only person that has been heavy on my mind since nominations were announced.

“Listen, my type isn’t surfer-white-boy, but that Connor Cashier guy can get it.” Alex whispers to me, her eyes fixed on what I assumed, Connor. Following her gaze, I also looked at the man of the hour–and also the cause of my nauseate.

He dressed in a grey tailored suit, the jacket opened to reveal a checkered button-up that complimented the suit, and overall posh look. He raked a hand through his prim hair, chuckling at something someone was saying to him. A crowd gradually formed around him, but he remained placid, not an utter amount of uneasiness in his demeanor.

“Connor Brashier is my worst nightmare right now.” I admit, Alex looks away from him to give me a perplexed frown.

“And why is that? The boy looks like he weighs no more than 90 pounds wet.”

My gaze lingers on him, momentarily lost in how well composed his film he admitted was. It captured all the aesthetics of nature, it made the viewers look at nature past just its beauty. He raised awareness of our effect on nature, all while tying a story plot to it. He filmed it across many beautiful nature spots in the States (only because it was prohibited to use out of state content).

He was basically the poster child for the film major, most underclass students looked up to him, like he was a mogul.

What made it all the more frustrating was how well he handled the popularity. It was always so mysterious. He didn’t smile too much, and he wasn’t smug about his accomplishments, there weren’t any troubling stories about him, mostly just allegations of who he sleeps with and the typical rumor subjects. He simply focused on his filming and chilled with his friends in downtime.

I didn't realize how long I was staring until his eyes meet mine, the blues in them so intense, they practically shined under the starlight. I quickly avert my gaze back to Alex, sighing.

“He’s just so talented. And like–I don’t know. I’m just afraid he’s going to win and continue to get the exposure he basically already has.” I confess, toying with a ringlet of hair out of habit when I’m nervous.

“You’re downplaying your own work D, you personified California, and filmed them around California. And told a story. Who the hell thinks of that? You articulated on every detail, I had to use my brain. You know I don't like doing that. Your film is stunning. And if it couldn’t get better, you did it all on the price of your own money. I doubt rich boy Connor can say that.” She states matter of factually, sass lacing her words. I blush, genuinely warm by her, comical, but uplifting words.

“You’ve always had a way with words, that’s why you need to win that journalist of the year award.” I hug her.

“Oh honey, I’m not worried about a stupid award, that’s just justification for objectifying our talents to a mere thing that’ll wind up in our attics...or a box, or a trash...or even a–”

“Ladies and gentlemen if you could find your seat at your designated tables. We will start the ceremony shortly.” The president announces into the microphone. Alex huffs, giving a small eye roll. I snicker patting her shoulder.

“See ya later journalist of the year.” I tease with a wink. Backing away, I don’t watch where I’m going and stumble into a body. Their hands instinctively grabbed my sides to hold me up. The piquant cologne was the first thing noticed before I even turned, but once I became motionless.

“Sorry, Danielle right?” I looked up and blinked mute. Lost for words mostly because I was baffled at his voice, I don’t think I’ve ever heard him talk—and I’ve definitely had to do a project with him in the past, so that says a lot for the amount of dialogue he uses. Straightening up, I recover smoothly flipping my hair off my shoulder.

“Yes, sorry about that.” I give a wry smile, he merely smiles back in response nodding his head.

We both walk to the same table, he glances over his shoulder noticing me, automatically pulling out a chair for me before taking a seat of his own a few chairs down. I smile at the unexpected gesture, he winks back taking a swig of drink in his seat.

Looking around the table, it registers that the people seated here are also nominees for the best film. I didn’t even feel threatened by them, and a hinted ounce of guilt surface while I smile at them. Champagne glasses accommodates the table, and I grab one, taking a swill of the bitter drink.

They didn’t hold back on the alcohol at all.

Promptly, the different professors of the theatre major began presenting awards. As much as I wanted to be entertained by the witty commentary, the heavy weight of my eyelids kept me blinking, while shifting in my seat, I lightly swayed, grabbing hold of the table to stabilize myself.

How much did I drink? I wonder, glancing around the table to check if anyone witnessed my drunkenness. Catching the striking eyes of Connor, he smirks, his chest noticeably bouncing in a silent laugh. I giggle as well, looking away and excusing myself from the table.

My heels felt 10 feet tall as I walked to the bathroom, but I did it effortlessly, disguising how tipsy I truly was. Once in the comforts of the clean bathroom, I look at myself.

Shouldn’t have done that.

The world spun, and I was suddenly a lot cuter than before.

“Ah shit, I’m drunk.” I murmur, then giggle because in my consumption of the many glasses of champagne, I also swallowed the tickled bug. Wetting a napkin, I patted my eyes, endeavoring to clear up the swirl in her eyes, while not messing up the makeup job Alex did. She made me look stunning, alcohol-aside. “If all fails and I don’t win a damn thing, at least I look cute...right?” I say to myself, while examining my face. Before leaving the bathroom, I pee out a small portion of the liquor, tugging the end of my bodycon dress down on my thighs after I flush and leave the stall.

Stumbling out of the bathroom, I exhale heavily glancing at the ongoing dull ceremony, then towards the exit where Connor leans on the wall hiding, his back faced me, head pointed down. The liquor confidence ushered my legs to move in his direction, I cleared my voice.

Mid-exhale, he looks over his shoulder at the sound, the mango smoke blowing into my face as he continues to blow out. I wave it away, snickering.

“Is this ‘something to take the edge off’?” I quip, observing how his porcelain face reddens around his structured cheeks, plush lips turning up in a smile. Extending the vape to her, she contentedly takes it.

“Something like that. I knew it was going to be long and boring, but that in their is worse than watching paint dry.” He explains watching as I take a drag off the vape. His eyes fixates on my glossy lips, the ghost cloud floating into my nose, before I release the cloud back out on his face. The soft smile doesn’t falter in his features as it does.

“It’s so boring I got drunk...on accident.” I add, earning his chuckle. He shrugs his shoulders in a way to say ‘I feel that’. The crowd clapped loudly gaining their attention as all of the theatre winners stood on stage receiving the applauds. I look back at him, his long, shiny hair falls over his forehead until he combs a hand through it to push it back. “You know, honestly speaking–thanks to the cheap champagne–I will confess, you’re the most intimidating person I’ve met. And I’ve met...menaced people.” He quirks a perfectly shaped eyebrow at her.

“Well without alcohol I can say the same about you.” I raise my eyebrows at the newfound information. I thought I was transparent: I smile at everyone I pass, and social when needed. “You just carry yourself in a way that I see through that sweet, school-girl façade. As cliché as it sounds, there’s more to you that you let on.” He mirrors my reaction as I tilt my head with a smirk, interested by his explanation.

Before she was able to reply, a professor of there’s, headed to the bathroom—sees them, “Connor, Danielle, will you make your way back to your seats please. We don’t want to gather a social group back here.” Connor and I straighten up like seized burglars. I nod my head, peaking over to Connor swiftly, to see him still holding the smirk.

The ceremony continues as we returned to our seats. They were several awards into the Television portion, I peered over to see Alex collected a couple of the “objectifying” awards. As though feeling my gaze, she looks at me, rolling her eyes with an expression that mentally says “shut up”. I giggle blowing a kiss.

“And the Kelly Hollywood Television ‘best journalist’ award, this student showed diligence, dedication and always a jovial attitude in whatever she does, the award goes to...Alexandra Smith!”

Everyone applauded, but I went out of the way to stand, cheering loudly as she narrowed her eyes at me on her way up to the stage.

“That’s my bit—girl!” I chirp correcting myself before I acted my true—goofy—self. I could tell I gained eyes from my peripheral while I pestered my bestie, but Connor’s gaze was most capturing, as they scanned down my legs, over my butt, and up till they reached to meet mine. I blushed looking off, pulling my dress down again as I sat again.

The filming and photography starts as our professors did their introductions to the different categories. I sober up immediately as names began to get called for different awards. Connor earned three awards off of his photography, and I one. In the film-focused subjects I managed to be chosen for three awards. After grabbing my third award, I take a seat back at the table. Glancing over at Connor, he leaned back in his chair relaxed, one elbow is placed on the table, face leaning on it with his finger tapping at his pink lips. He gives a subjective smirk when our eyes meet, making me question the reason behind it. But I divert my attention as they go into discussing the film of the year.

“This year has been one full of ups and downs, rewards and disgraces, but what matters is at the end of the day all of you have made the staff, and UCLA extremely proud. The Film of the Year is an award granted to us by alumni, actor and filmmaker, Nicolas Cage. With the accomplishments he has, he wanted to pay tribute back to the School of Film, by allowing the winner to display their talents in a publication with the Cage Network.” Students all around erupt into whispers. Most coming from theatre and television side, who commented how they weren’t given this opportunity.

Sucks to suck. I thought giggling internally.

“We will now play a snippet of all of the nominees.” The first few videos were executed well, very worthy of the award. Connor’s video comes on now, gaining everyone’s attention instantly by its electrifying music and vibrant effects just from the start. As his went off a few of his friends cheered for him, he sends playful winks to them before looking over at me. Ignoring him, I continue watching as my film shows.

Nerves rumbled my stomach, the sudden doubt of the turnout on my film clouding my mind as I watched, critiquing it even in its published form.

Finishing out the rest of the nominees, the screen went black and attention was back on the professor Knox. “All of the films were impeccable, the decision was extremely hard to make, so hard that we have a two-way tie,” we all commenced in disappointed-confused-chatter, “these two films chosen were remarkable, we deliberated indepthly on the scores and grading but they were identical in it’s punctuality and creativity.The winners are…”

For a moment all sound mutes, only the echoing voice of professor Knox could be heard as he says, “Connor Brashier and Danielle Golding!” It felt like slow motion the way I slowly whipped my head to Connor. He wore a content smile, scooting out of his seat to go accept the award. Blinking back into the reality of things, I pushed out of my chair as well.

My wide eyes flash to Alex as she’s practically yelling, “that’s my girlfriend!” She earned a few quizzical frowns, causing me to chuckle.

Still baffled by the choice, I took my spot beside Connor as Knox commanded the rest of the award-winners to come up on stage. Connor and I held the award together, his fingertips pressed against mine as we pushed closer together to fit into the group photo.

The president said his ending message, concluding the event. Loud chatter drowned out the music playing in the background as everyone regrouped with their people.

As I made my way to Alex, people stopped to congratulate me, I bowed my head in gratitude, genuinely stunned at all my winnings. I knew I said I wanted to win every category I was in, but I still expected a few awards, not this many. And let me not forget to mention, I’m one step closer to the breakout I needed from winning this award...even if I was partnering on it.

“Congratulations biiitch!” Alex yells, an adult walking by scolds her language as soon as it came out. I guffawed nearly dropping all the awards.

“Congratulations to you, Ms. objectify our talents and in an attic somewhere.” I mock earning a slap to my bare arm. Playfully wincing, I continued laughing until her face went straight, a soft smirk replacing, her eyes directed to something-or-one behind me. Turning, Connor—and a crowd mixed of giggling girls and ‘star struck’ guys—stood holding the film reel trophy.

“I gotta say, that wasn’t the outcome I expected.” Before I respond, I look at Alex, who already knew what to do. She takes my awards informing she was going to take them to the car.

Facing Connor now, I cross my arms over my chest and give him a quizzical smile, “what outcome were you expecting then?”

He shrugs his shoulders, “for you to win alone, I mean for an actual cinematographer, I’m grateful they found my film great, but you rightfully deserve it.” He acknowledge, extending it out towards me.

“I’m a videographer, so, I agree. But I can’t take away from your talents, it really was a tie breaking situation.” I assured with a subtle shrug, pushing the trophy back to him.

“Connor, Danielle, can I take a photo of you guys?” The journalist asks. All work and no play around here, I guess. I think to myself until the feel of Connor’s hand snakes around my side, delicate and cautious as though I was going to break under his touch. He rested it right at the small of my back. An electrifying feeling coursed my body at the touch. I scooted closer to him, taking in his cologne I got a whiff of earlier this evening. Wrapping my arm around his waist, I tilted my head just enough it nearly leaned against his shoulder. Smiling, the picture was taken and the journalist walks off after thanking us.

Before Connor release me, he leans his head down close enough that his lips brush the top of my ear. “Think about it, we can be taking pictures just like this on a red carpet someday.” And with that he releases me and sinks into the waiting crowd, engulfing himself in conversation with them. Not leaving me the chance to respond.

And so I did, I thought about the red carpet pictures, and the bright lights. How I could be famous from my work one day—not that it was my reasoning for doing this, but it wouldn’t hurt to be noted for my hard work—I never thought I would be doing it with him, Connor Brashier, a guy that, before tonight, didn’t how he sounded when he talked. But I guess if I’m going to be taking pictures with someone, he’s a good pick. I mean, he is easy on the eyes.

Overtime, people leave, conversation dies down and the clean up crew makes their way in. I stood in the foyer lost in discussion with professor Knox as he told me the details of what was to come for the project. There were minor changes that needed to be made since it was the two of us, but the overall objective still remained the same.

“As brilliant as you two are behind a camera, I’m sure everything will succeed ultimately. We weren’t torn between you for no reason. You two bring the most publicity to our part of the school with what you put out. If you guys manage to have good chemistry, there will be a rule of awakening in the world of film.” His words struck me, the amount of confidence he, and apparently the rest of the staff, had in Connor and I. I would have never expected it.

He exits out of the building leaving me with my whirlwind of thoughts. I don’t know Connor. Sure, I’ve worked on mini projects with him, but they required little to no interaction–to add it was a year ago when we did that project.

This was an entirely different echelon of work. This wasn’t a mere grade, this was meant to provoke feeling into the public, draw their attention and want more. We were basically selling ourselves to the world.

Still lost in thought, I don’t notice, until the familiar scent fills my nose that Connor also entered the foyer. He was alone–for once–and his hands were tucked away in his pockets his doe-eyes and solemn porcelain face, it always seem as though he was mad, but his lips displayed a smile that decreased that idea.

“I don’t know you, and I know you don’t know me, but my gut is telling me this will be a great hit for us both.” Connor moves closer, but stays a safe proximity away as his eyes bore into hers.

I’m not easy to fall for a pretty set of eyes, and a tempting set of lips but I think I met my match as I feel stuck for words. Clearing my throat I turn away from high slightly, “you think so huh?”

“For sure, I’m not trying to sound psychological, but you have an open mind, and a keen sense for capturing things in its raw form. You can’t make that. That’s natural.”

“Okay Dr. Brashier.” I flirt, watching his teeth bite into his bottom lip. “Well needless to say, with this project you’ll probably find out that side I don’t let on.” I lower my voice, lightly trailing a finger on his arm.

“Danielle.” Alex says at the door, almost on cue.

Connor shutters, licking his lips as I walk away, keeping my eyes trained on him. “See ya soon.” I whisper at last.

“You are honestly too much.” Alex mutters once we’re in the car.

Batting my eyes innocently I look at her, “what are you talking about?”

“Don’t hurt that boy, he seems so innocent.”

Feigning offense, I purse my lips. “I’m only going to do what he allows, life doesn’t throw bubble wrap lemons at us right?”

Alex glares at me, “bitch what?”

“Exactly.” I say final, knowing I was talking out of my ass, but I did mean what I said. I’m not here to hurt, but he knows what he can and can’t handle. This project could do either one.

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bubble-tea-bunny · 5 years

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[peter parker x reader]

author’s note: reading you by caroline kepnes inspired me to play around w pov and try something a lil diff in style. had a lot of fun w it and i hope you enjoy! (kinda funny the last time i tinkered w pov it was also in a fic for ps4 peter ha)

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It’s Aunt May’s suggestion that it would be good to give my eyes a break from staring at screens so much and for so long that initially gives me the idea to come here, but it’s the conversation I have with a stranger on the subway this morning about the book he’s reading that actually prompts me to stop by after work. I had every intention of seeking out that novel for myself; the description on the back cover about the story already sounded interesting, and the details shared by the man in the black beanie made it even more so. But I quickly realize how easy it is to get sidetracked in a bookstore, and instead of heading straight for crime and mystery, I’m strolling past comics and scanning the titles, first for ones I recognize so I can think to myself Hey, I know that! like we tend to do when we spot something we are familiar with and that little corner of our brain lights up at spotting what is thought to be long forgotten.

The pages of these graphic novels are glossy, smooth beneath my fingers, and the colors are bright and I see myself in several of them slinging webs through a cartoon New York, and yellow boxes in the corner of each panel are denoting the time of day and the current scene’s setting, and big words like BAM! and POW! punctuate every heavy hit and at the end of every strip, all of it is just another day for Spider-Man. I have to admit, it’s sort of surreal having comics about me. Not that they are technically about me. The alter ego in these stories is Nathaniel Patterson and he’s got blonde hair and blue eyes and he’s quite the looker.

I slide the comic with its shiny cover back into its spot on the shelf and I think I turned one of the pages wrong because the pad of my index finger stings like I’ve sliced it. My brows furrow as I check to see if I’m right, if it’s begun to bleed, and the smell of fresh books is strong, but the smell of strawberries is stronger.

I pause. I glance up and look for the source, and I’ve just missed it. Just missed you. I catch a glimpse of you continuing down the aisles, and you’re blocked from view by the tall shelves and there are no gaps through which to see you because they’re packed so snug with books but even if they weren’t, these types of shelves have a wall in the middle. I contemplate leaving it well enough alone, but the scent of my favorite fruit lingers in the air and it’s strangely strong to still be so apparent, like you’d been standing near me.

So I leave the comics and go in the direction you’d gone, glancing into each section and trying not to be obvious about it, obvious about the fact I’m looking for someone. I read a few of the titles in each aisle, and I’m taking them in, I am, since maybe along the way I’ll find a book I do want, but it’s done half in earnest because it is incredibly easy to get sidetracked in a bookstore.

Then I see you, in the set of shelves across from mine, a table in the space between us with staff picks for the month. You’re in crime and mystery and your nose is buried in a novel. I wonder what you’re reading. You flip through the pages, stop to read a paragraph or three, and flip through some more. When you’ve had your fill of that, you close the book and read the information on the back. It’s been chilly in New York lately so you’re in a sweater, and the sleeves slide over your hands as you grip the novel because they’re too long. You try to pull them up so the fabric bunches in the bend of your elbows, but it doesn’t work and they just droop back down.

For all my efforts of being subtle as I walked through the shop searching for you, I forget it when it’s most crucial, and I’ve stared too long and you look up and you notice me, and my stomach jumps at being caught and I probably seem like a creep. Nice one, Peter. Getting flustered around pretty girls is right up your alley.

I swallow, and I smile slightly to ease the awkwardness and show you I’m not being creepy, I swear, and the heavens are watching out for me because you smile back, lips shining with lip balm you’ve no doubt applied to protect them from the harsh wind outside. And I am melting. I’m melting like an ice cream cone in the summer and suddenly I want to ask what your favorite ice cream flavor is.

Your eyes slide from mine off to your left (my right) just for a second, before they meet mine again, and then return to the book in your hands. I can see the slight curl of your mouth as you turn to the bookshelf in front of you and put the book back, then continue reading the spines until one stands out and you pull it out to do the process all over again. But I’m caught up on what you had looked at fifteen seconds ago, for the briefest of moments, easy to miss but being me (being Spider-Man) has forced me to be more attentive, and I glance to my right (your left) and I see the bookshelf. My eyes slide up higher to the sign. I’m in romance.

My cheeks grow warm and you probably think I’m in this bookstore looking for love like the protagonist of half the novels on this shelf. You probably find it amusing, and I think you might even laugh if it weren’t so quiet in here, and I should be embarrassed but I’m not. I like the thought of making you laugh. Besides, I’m not in this bookstore looking for love. I’m in this store to find a specific book and if anything, love is looking for me. February’s months away and Cupid should be busy sharpening his arrows. Maybe I’m his test run?

You’re still at crime and mystery, still where I need to go, so I go there. In my peripherals I notice you glance at me and your gaze lingers, curious to see what book I’m going to pick up. I read the last name of every author, until I arrive at the one I want. There’s three copies remaining of the book I’d come to this shop for, and I grab the copy in the middle. All the while I’ve been trying to figure out how to start a conversation with you. I had planned to ask what book you’re holding right now, or if you had any suggestions. I would listen and pick up a few of the titles you say because I trust you have good taste.

However, I’m not the one who starts a conversation. You beat me to it.

“A Christie fan, huh?” you begin. Your voice is low so as not to disturb the silence but I can tell even if we were outside or elsewhere, you would sound equally as quiet anyway. “She’s a classic.”

I smile and you are well-read and I’d like to get to know you more. “It’s my first Christie novel actually,” I respond.

Your eyes are bright when you hear that, and I wonder what you know that I don’t, wonder what’s so captivating about Agatha Christie’s books that has your gaze twinkling with excitement for me and what I’m about to experience. You are so sweet. “You picked a good first novel then. Sometimes I wish I could read that for the first time all over again.”

“You a mystery fan?” I inquire, and I’m cringing on the inside because I’ve just asked you this while we’re standing in front of crime and mystery and you are clearly well acquainted with Agatha Christie. But it seems you think my pointing out the obvious is cute and you nod.

“I read stuff from other genres sometimes but I always end up back here. Guess I love the thrill of a good whodunit a little too much.”

You chuckle, and oh God maybe I am like those protagonists in the romance novels across the aisle since I swear my chest tightens a little, enough to be uncomfortable, a twisting and then an unraveling like my heart is sighing. And I don’t think there’s such a thing as loving a little too much because love is love and I’m loving talking to you right now. I don’t want our conversation to end and I wonder if I asked if you wanted to grab a coffee sometime if you would agree. Or maybe we could go out for pizza (there’s a great place in Brooklyn that has $1 slices of pizza the size of your head).

It’s a bit difficult to get any words out; your smile is disarming and there’s a softness in your eyes and you could be your own superhero because to be the recipient of just one or the other is enough to get someone to slow down, but to witness both is enough for someone to stop entirely and cause them to forget what they were doing, what they were about to say. Or maybe that’s just me. But gradually my thoughts come back to me, the fog clearing (though it had been nice while it lasted and are you sure you don’t have any powers?). You’re watching me, expecting me to talk, and I’ve been oddly silent and it only make me more nervous. You probably think I’m weird.

“No such thing as too much,” I finally force out, referring to your earlier comment with the same playful tone.

You smile. Maybe you like weird.

A burst of confidence surges through me and I introduce myself, holding out my free hand. “I’m Peter.”

You shake it and tell me your name, and a brief quiet settles between us again. And I don’t think you want our talk to end either. My hand slides back down to my side and it misses yours already. It’s just you and me and Agatha Christie and if this were a game, this would be the crossroads. Press A to carry on our conversation or Press X to say goodbye or press nothing and leave it to the roll of a dice, the flip of a coin. But I’m not imagining that hopefulness on your face that this—us?—could turn into more, and I don’t want to leave something this important to chance and I sure as hell don’t want to press X.

“Well, [Name],” I continue, and I like saying your name, “would you wanna get coffee sometime? It’d be nice to have someone to discuss this with.” I hold up the Christie book.

“I’d like that,” you reply, and I like you saying my name.

It’s a date and three days later we meet up after work. We go to the pizza joint in Brooklyn because I’d suggested it as an alternative to coffee, if you were up to it, and you wholeheartedly agreed because you wanted to see those pizza slices for yourself. We sit down at the table in the corner, the red and white checked vinyl tablecloth reflecting the glare of the fluorescent lights and Wow, you remark, you weren’t kidding about the size of these slices!

You’re a waitress at a small diner where it’s calm most days. There aren’t any rushes, and the primary customer base is regulars whose orders you have memorized and when you see them, you’re able to carry on your conversation from the last time they came in. An elderly couple eats there every Friday. You had a chat with them today.

“They’re like grandparents to me,” you muse, smiling to yourself as you soak up the extra oil on your pizza with a napkin. “All my relatives are out of state, so it’s nice to have a sense of family like that.”

My eyes are glued to your grin and I think I love you. You thrive on human connection, and you don’t have to seek it out since it comes to you at your job. You didn’t have to seek it out when you met me either, because I was the one to approach. I wonder if you knew that’s what would happen, how the entire situation would play out. Maybe you were confident or maybe you were unsure and were prepared to approach me, and we would have our first conversation in front of romance instead and we would talk a little about romance novels until in a roundabout way we start talking about crime and mystery because like you said, you always have a propensity to end up back there eventually. And even if connections like this didn’t come to you, you’d go out to find them. You’re proactive like that.

The tables turn as you ask what I do, and I explain what Doctor Octavius and I have been working on. I keep it simple so you can follow along, and you’re genuinely interested, and my stomach is doing flips because I am the center of your attention and honestly, it feels nice. Would you please look at me that way forever?

We get so caught up on other topics that it isn’t until I’m walking you home that we finally start discussing the Christie novel I bought. I’d been running around in our few days apart, splitting my time between work at the lab and patrolling the city, but you can bet I spent every spare second I had reading that book. Part of it was in anticipation of seeing you again because I know you’d want to know my thoughts on it and another part of it was because I did find the plot captivating. I often ponder the clues and come up with theories, which I share with you. You listen to them all and you never reveal anything. I ask for hints but you shake your head and laugh.

“You have to solve it on your own!”

“Not even one hint?”

“Nu-uh. Channel your inner Poirot, mister!”

I chuckle. “My French is a little rusty, but I’ll try.”

All too soon we’ve arrived at your apartment building and we are standing in front of the stoop and you turn to face me and have I spied with my little eye reluctance to part in yours? The evening air is cold. We’re bundled in thick coats and a gust of wind ruffles your hair.

“Well…” you start.

“Well…” I mimic. We are both prolonging goodbye.

“This is me.” You motion to the dark brick building, a careless wave to your right (my left) but you’re still staring at me and you smile.

“I guess it is.” I smile too and briefly glance over at the structure before looking back at you. “I had fun tonight.”

“Me too.” You are positively glowing. Your smile and your eyes and your everything is bright and you are beautiful beneath the yellowish tinge of the street lamp. The time since I saw you in the bookstore had dragged on, agonizing and frustrating, all of it a buildup to tonight, a night which has gone by too fast.

You take a slow, cautious step forward and you’re in my bubble but I don’t mind. And you are close, so close, and I can’t breathe because I’m on a tight rope trying to maintain my balance and you’re on the other side, what I focus on to keep from teetering. I wait and you wait and the rest of New York is forgotten. Then you stand on the tips of your navy blue Mary Janes so you can reach up to kiss my cheek.

“I’ll see you later then, Pete.” You say see you later because goodbye sounds too definite, too sad, and you call me Pete because you’re comfortable with me and you like me and on the inside, I cheer.

“See you soon, [Name].” I watch you walk up the steps and when your hand curls around the doorknob, I call out, “I’ll have the book finished the next time we hang out.”

You look over your shoulder and smile. “I’m holding you to it!”

My own walk home is boring without you around. Our night together has reached a close but my night isn’t done yet. I’ll be suiting up once I’m back at my apartment and you’ll be in the back of my mind as I respond to dispatches I pick up on the scanner. I wonder if you’re on cloud nine like I am, if I’ve inspired you to pick out an Agatha Christie from your personal library to re-read. Maybe you choose the novel I’m currently working through so you can experience it with me.

The spot where you kissed me is still warm and you must be born of the sun. Or if not that, then surely you’re a star of your own, and you’re officially my favorite one if only because you aren’t high in the sky too far away but rather, right next to me, and I don’t know about you, [Name], but I can’t think of a more perfect place than that.

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treasure-my-aurora · 5 years

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One More Night. Pt 4

Pairing: Kim Hongjoong / fem!Reader

Chapter: 4/14

Genre: Mutual pining, canon compliant, fluffy af, angsty af, suggestive, teasing and filled with that good shit that everyone loves

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The following week passed in a blur, between worried glances from Eunji to angry looks between San and Hongjoong, the endless teasing the latter exposed me for, and I, somehow, managed my own work amongst everything that was going on. - Dallas proved to be more difficult than I imagined, and I cursed my stupid head for thinking about Atiny first and my own sanity second when I created Hongjoong’s outfit. The shirt and jacket was ok, quite cute and innocent, the shiny leather pants though… that was an entirely different story. I didn’t dress him in the capacity I’d done before, agreeing with myself that I probably shouldn’t see him undress multiple times a day if I wanted to keep my own promise of not sleeping with him. I’d leaned back against a make-up table in a connected room, answering emails as usual on my phone when he strutted out of the changing room, fingers into the belt loops of his pants and I felt my heart skip a beat when I met his eyes, a smirk on his lips as he tipped an imaginary hat. I didn’t expect it to be quite as see through as it was. The fabric of it was thin, it had to be because of the warm Texas climate, and I cursed myself again when I met his hooded eyes. My heart raced when he took another step forward, walking crotch first like a proper cowboy. He drank my desire for him like it was a thirst he couldn’t clench, gulped it down and I couldn’t help but audible gasp when the shy teasing between us began to show up as a thick line on the front of his pants. He licked his lips, basically undressed me with his eyes as they met mine, clearly felt the restrain that was happening in his pants and my breath hitched in my throat when he took another step, almost flushed his body against mine. “Like what you see, noona?” he asked, a moan slipped out as well just to tease me and I gave him a disapproving look. I felt how arousal pooled from my core, but I was determined not to feed my appetite for him. “I’ll give you three minutes to deal with your little problem” I said with a nod towards his crotch and he looked at me, slightly offended, “Little?” He asked with a scoff and I rolled my eyes before I gave him an innocent smile, placed my arms around his waist and pulled him closer, his hips flushed against mine, and I felt how his cock grew harder against my thigh when I slowly licked my lips and leaned in dangerously to his face. He inhaled with a small gasp as my hot breath tickled his neck and I smiled, “Two minutes” - Chicago and Hongjoong entered the room I had a coffee break in, both hands occupied with food and a hot drink of his own, a smirk on his lips as he approached me, and I choked on my coffee when I looked up from my phone. “Noona… I forgot to zip up my pants after a bathroom break and just realized after I picked up all these snacks. It’s for Eunji in the other room and you can’t let me walk in there like this, can you?” He said and tried to hide a smirk behind his pout as he basically thrusted his crotch into my hands and I pressed my lips into a thin line, not amused at all by his antics. I looked around to see if there was a place for him to put down the things but it was a small room, basically just a glorified wardrobe with a small sofa and even though I was ok with putting my things on the floor, I couldn’t allow Eunji’s food to be placed there as well. He licked his lips, the smirk still tugged on them when I put away my phone and coffee before my fingers reached forward and I pulled up the zipper, buttoned him up and fastened the belt as well, my fingers shaking slightly and I tried to not move a muscle when a small gasp escaped his lips, and he bucked his hips forwards slightly, chasing my fingers. I swallowed and looked up at him, my face in height of his stomach and he looked back down at me, fringe parted in the middle, mouth slightly opened and eyes glossy. “Really?” I asked, finding his lust for me to be unbelievable. “It’s always been like this noona… You’ve just gotten a new perspective because I allow myself to be like this near you and not hours later when I’m alone. I couldn’t do anything else but nod, bit my lower lip hard when he took another step forward and I quickly realized my compromised position as he bucked his hips forward again, almost involuntarily, like he’d been holding onto his arousal for hours and first now indulged himself to play it out, my face dangerously close to his half hard cock and I took a shuddering breath again, broke my eye contact with him and stood up, slightly pushing him to the side. He moaned with frustration, the pout back on his lips and I took the hot drinks and snacks from his hand, “If you get cum on your clothes, I will chop your dick off in your sleep” - Atlanta and I’m just about to go to bed. My make-up removed and I brushed my teeth when a sudden knock on the door made me flinch with surprise. I opened it and Hongjoong stood outside, and my jaw tensed as I removed my toothbrush, an awkward feeling showering over me. I didn’t know who I expected to be at the other side of the door since I had the room for myself for once, but it certainly wasn’t him. He met my eyes before his gaze fell on the toothbrush still in my mouth, white toothpaste in the corners of it and I could see his Adam’s apple bob when he gulped as his imaginary ran wild. “Hi…” He avoided my gaze and I turned around, let the door slam in his face without a word and went into the bathroom to remove the smears of toothpaste and rinsed my mouth, cursed my entire existence as shame flooded every cell in my body. I went back to the door and sighed with relief when he still stood there, the same smile on his lips that spoke of slight discomfort and I stood aside to invite him in, “Hi” I finally replied, with a puzzled tone in my voice when he laid down on my bed, his hair sprawled over the white pillow, a headband covering his forehead. He wore a sweatshirt and soft pants and I had to suppress a sigh; the duality of his character still surprised me even after working with him for close to five months. It was tough to imagine that this was the same person that stood in his stage clothes just a few hours ago. Charming Atiny with his voice, dance moves and an endless supply of charisma. “You’re staring at me again” He said, a soft smile on his lips, like he didn’t mind being admired, his arms rested over his head. I looked away quickly and crossed my arms over my chest. “What are you doing here?” I asked and hoped that this wasn’t just another way of him trying to seduce me. “I was locked out of the hotel room. I guess that Yunho’s sleeping because he didn’t get the door when I rung the bell” He pouted and looked up at the ceiling and I immediately regretted the harsh tone in my voice. “Why don’t you ask for help at the reception?” I uncrossed my arms and took a step forward, standing next to the bed instead. “Because the person who has the card fixing thingy is asleep and I don’t want to wake them up, so I figured…” “This is the only bed” I interrupted; eyes heavy. The clock had already passed 01:00 and I was tired, way too tired for his teasing. “It’s big enough, though” Hongjoong moved over to the side and looked up at me with puppy eyes behind the big translucent glasses. I stroked down my face with one hand in a tired motion and rubbed my aching eyes with my thumb and long finger before I sighed, switched off the main lights and then sat down on the bed. I reached out for him and he took my hand, intertwined our fingers with a soft smile on his lips. The only light source was the lamp on the balcony that slipped into the room and softly illuminated us. Warmth radiated from his eyes as he watched me like I hung the moon and I swallowed when my heart skipped a beat. I couldn’t kick him out now. It was late and I even though I just wanted to sleep on my own, and spread out however I wanted, his hand was comfortable and familiar in mine and I’d missed this side of him. The one that cared for me and didn’t just look at me like he wanted to devour me. I laid down on the pillow next to him, our hands between us and he removed his glasses, placed them on the table next to the bed before he turned to his side, copying the way I laid. “If you make a move on me, I’ll quit the company” I said, voice calm and serious and he let out a small chuckle of surprise. “No, you won’t” He said, but he didn’t sound near as confident as he might’ve wanted. “I will. I’m too tired for any sort of bullshit right now. I just want you to hold me” I said and covered my mouth when I yawned, eyes falling shut. I shuffled closer to him, barely a decimetre between our faces and I could hear him gulp. “But…” “No” I interrupted; my eyes still closed. “We’re alone…” “Yes, but no” “No one would” I let go of his hand, purely out of spite at his persuasion before I turned around so that my back was against him instead. There was a deep sigh, and a pause before I heard him shuffle, the sound of clothes hitting the floor next to the bed made my pulse pick up in speed, and it got harder to breathe when the bed dipped slightly as he moved closer to me. He placed his arm lazily around my waist and pressed his naked chest against my back. I gulped and froze as he nuzzled his nose into the crook of my neck, and whispered a soft, “Relax noona. You must be exhausted. I’m sorry for pushing you. It’s just… you know how I feel” “I know” I whispered back, and he rubbed slow comforting circles over my stomach. I took a deep breath, not realizing I’d held it and my body eventually relaxed in his arms. “Good girl” He whispered in my ear, voice drowsy from sleep and I sucked on the inside of my cheek as his words did nothing to comfort me but rather went straight to my core, and my stomach jumped happily as the tickling feeling spread between my legs. - New York and I spend the hour I’d gotten off work to walk around the city I lived in for five years. Hongjoong had begged me to let him join all morning and even though I initially said that I wanted to go alone, he still showed up outside my door just before I left. I only gave him a look that was supposed to scold him for not respecting my wishes, but he smiled brightly when he saw me, eyes squinting, and I exhaled a sigh as all the annoyed feelings left me in an instant. I started walking and heard how he slumped over against the wall, disappointed that I left without him. “Let’s go then” I said, looked back at him over my shoulder and he quickly skipped over to join at my side, camera in his hand and a cap over his head, a mask covered the rest of his face and I shook my head, my heart flipped like crazy when his tireless energy infected me. We took a taxi to Seventh Avenue and I immediately visited my own school, inhaled sharply when I stood outside the place that changed my life. We didn’t enter, there was no time for that, but it felt good seeing the place that started my journey and being there with Hongjoong almost made tears fall from my eyes. Even though it felt like I was constantly angry with him these days, I was angry because of my feelings for him and the anguish of not being able to act upon them, especially when it felt like he had some kind of feelings for me as well, be it the attraction he’d already acted upon or an affection that ran deeper. We went to a café I frequently used to visit and took a walk through a park I more than often did my homework in, preferring back then, just as now, to surround myself with the colours of nature rather than the books in a library, sitting down on a park bench to revelled in our free time for a few minutes, just before we had to go back. The glow from the weak spring sun reflected in the long jewellery in Hongjoong’s ears and I watched him, I couldn’t help it, as he leaned back against the backrest, pink strawberry ice cream in the corners of his mouth, the beams from the sun warmed his face and I wondered how it would be if we weren’t in the position we were. If he were a regular, everyday person and not an idol and I wouldn’t be his stylist but just his friend. Would I kiss him now, tasting the strawberry on his lips? Would we continue to walk, hand in hand through the streets of New York, have lunch and dinner together and not worry about anything at all? Maybe take the subway to see the statue of Liberty or go to Madame Tussauds so that he could take photos with Michael Jackson’s wax figure? Would we be able to go back to the hotel room and lose ourselves in the desire that we felt so clearly? To make love until all we felt was each other, like nothing else mattered but the feeling of skin against skin and the chase as we spurred each other towards the finish line, tasting the little death as it exploded behind closed eyelids like fireworks against a clear black sky. “If you keep looking at me like that, people might think that we are on an actual date” Hongjoong said, interrupting my daydreaming, a sweet smile on his lips that didn’t reach his brown eyes as he looked up at me, shadowed with sadness from the words that spilled from his lips, and I choked on a breath, the sentence hurt more than I wanted to admit and I looked away with a sigh. - We got back to Korea, the following day, and I threw myself on my bed, breathed in the familiar scent of my fabric softener. We had one week to reload our batteries and prepare for the second part of the tour, the first concert would be in London, April the 3th. My brain was slow, and I felt fatigued, restless as I couldn’t do much but just wait for the jet lag to disappear. I forced myself to eat when the clock struck 9 pm, even though I didn’t feel hungry at all and stayed up all night to reset my sleep schedule. My body screamed at me to go to sleep when I stood in the kitchen at 3 am, trying and failing to make a sandwich, mindlessly rocking back and forth from exhaustion as I tried to keep my eyes open, thankful that I had blinders in case someone would see me and think that I had a seizure or something. The next day was hell and I went outside, music in my headphones and with quick steps, hoping that fresh air and social interactions would keep me awake. I was standing in front of the dairy part of my local supermarket when a sudden notification dipped down in my inbox and I opened it, rubbed my eyes when the text seemed to blur together and I held the phone close to my face to be able to read, the familiar photo of a minion made me smile. ‘I miss you, noona’ There was an audio file attached to the message and I opened it, thinking that it was a new piece of music he’d composed. A loud gasp echoed against my eardrums and I quickly took out my headphones, scared to death that someone had heard, but I was alone in my part of the store. A blush flushed my cheeks red when I put the headphones on again and replayed the small snippet. There was a gasp and a curse word in a voice that couldn’t be anyone else's but Hongjoongs and I swallowed, my mouth dry as I felt my stomach flip and a titillated feeling spread between my legs. The whole audio file wasn’t more than eight seconds long and I understood that the shortness of it was the point. He didn’t want to give me more than necessary for my mind to run wild. I ended up just leaving the store, too lost in my mind to be able to think. My heart beat hard from lust and excitement as I closed my front door behind me, leaned on it as I felt my pulse in my ears and I rubbed my thighs together, helplessly as my arousal burned. I chewed on my lower lip, pushed myself of the door and walked straight to a wardrobe next to my own, my fingers tremble slightly when I opened it. Clothes broke, especially when you worked as an idol and Hongjoong was just one of those people who ripped shirts, pants and jackets in everyday situations. He wasn’t clumsy, but rather… reckless when it came to taking care of the clothes he was wearing (which in the end, proved to be helpful since he loved to reform and create new pieces with the clothes I couldn’t fix anymore) and instead of taking them home one by one, I’d asked him to just collect everything that needed to be looked over so that I had something to do these days between the two tours. My fingers reached out to stroke down that favourite shirt of his, and I swallowed hard to suppress the feeling of shame that bubbled up in my chest when I pulled it from the hanger and buried my nose in the neckline of it. I exhaled a gasp, that quickly turned into a moan, and my eyes rolled back when the smell of his cologne filled my senses. I placed my headphones in my ears again, replayed the audio clip he’d send to me, over and over before I fell backwards on my bed, inhaled his scent and imagined that he was right there with me as my trembling fingers unbuttoned my jeans. - It was the 31th of March and Hongjoong gave me a big smile when he jumped in next to me in the car that would take us all to the airport. It was a smile I recognized, and my eyebrows rose as he clearly checked me out. “Hi” He said while putting on his seatbelt. “Hi” I repeated and broke his gaze, but he didn’t let me escape that easy. “You look good” I nodded, my mouth pressed into a line as I looked over at the company owned driver nervously, but he didn’t move a muscle and I hoped that he either couldn't hear or cared about what we said as he waited for the signal to start driving. “Thanks, you too” I said, voice low and tense and I clasped my hands in my lap as the car started to move. A few minutes passed as we drove through the city and I looked out the window, deep in thought as I went over everything, I knew I had to bring with me. “Did you enjoy the audio clip I sent you?” He said with hidden mischief in his voice. I froze and my heart flipped hard. I looked over at Hongjoong before my eyes flicked over to the driver, but he didn’t even look back at us, probably thinking that we spoke about a music piece, just like I thought that it was from the beginning. Hongjoong’s eyes were playfully dark and I opened my mouth but didn’t know what to say that wouldn’t betray me. I bit my lower lip and took a deep breath through my nose as I held back the sudden want to just shove him out the door. “I hoped that my clothes helped setting the scene as well” He added simply, like he was just talking about the weather outside and I drilled my eyes into his, angry that he played with me like this. Unsure if he’d installed cameras in my apartment or if he simply just knew me so well. “How?” I asked and bit back my embarrassment when his eyes widened with surprise as I just confessed that I had gotten myself off with the sound of him in my ears and the smell of him surrounding me. “You love the way I smell; don’t you think I don't notice every time you would inhale sharply as soon as I’d stand close to you? Like it’s a drug to you” He smirked, playfully and I felt a blush colour my cheeks and hung my head, ashamed. “It’s cute, though” He said, voice changing from teasingly to loving, and I flinched slightly when his fingertips brushed against the palm of my hand, a gesture that was innocent but held so much emotion behind it that I thought my heart was going to explode. It felt like I was fifteen and experienced my first love, the lack of his presence these last days made the touch of his skin against mine feel like sparks of electricity.

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April the 2nd and I frowned while looking out the window. I didn’t think that London would live up to its reputation as the rainiest city in the world, but I was apparently very wrong. It drizzled, which was the worst kind of rain in my opinion and I looked over with begging eyes at Eunji who was packing up her stuff. She gave me a soft smile and shrugged, knowing exactly what I was thinking but not able to place me in her group of styling noonas since I was the one with the most experience and therefore, was needed elsewhere. I sighed and put on an extra shirt before I pulled my raincoat over it, hoping that I wouldn’t get too cold. I met San and Wooyoung just outside the door and San chuckled lightly at my sour expression. “Good morning noona, lovely too see you first thing in the morning” He said and Wooyoung looked over at him, slightly offended. “But I was the first one you saw this morning” He said, and San only gave him a look, mouth opened to say something clever, but he soon realized that the truth of it wasn’t really negotiable. It made me giggle though and San’s gaze fell on me again as he smiled softly. Wooyoung looked over at his hyung with squinting eyes of suspicion before his gaze fell on me again and I wondered what he was thinking about, being one, positively the one that knew San best. They joined me as we walked down the corridor to collect the rest of the group. Our rooms was the first ones on the, almost completely, closed off floor. I knocked on the door closest, heart in my throat as I clenched a piece of paper in my hands with the members and their room number on it. There was shuffling on the other side and a few seconds later, Yunho opened the door, gave me a bright smile and kept eye contact as he bowed slightly as well, owning up to his name as the nation’s boyfriend and I could feel the tips of my ears flush red. Hongjoong peeked out from behind him and walked out the door to greet me as well with a big smile, a smile that fell slightly when he saw San standing next to me. The memories of their fight a little over two weeks ago still hurt like an open wound. They had their differences, but both were natural leaders with family-oriented personalities and I still felt guilt from the fact that I was the reason why they were angry at each other. There was still love behind their eyes though, a family bond like theirs couldn’t be broken so easily and they looked away quickly from each other again, sadness shadowed their faces. “Let’s go?” Yunho asked, the bright smile of his significantly weaker but still on his lips, even though he noticed the change in the air as well. We split up, San and Wooyoung continued down the corridor to get Mingi and Jongho and we knocked at the door across us to collect Yeosang and Seonghwa. We met up with some more people, cameramen and managers before we got into a bus that waited for us at the back of the building. Hongjoong sat down in one of the seats far back, keeping eye contact with me as I followed in their steps, and waved at Yunho to keep walking when he paused to sit down next to his hyung. I felt a blush creep up to my cheeks when said hyung then patted enthusiastically at the seat next to him and I gave Yunho an apologizing smile which he returned with a shake of his head, like he couldn’t believe Hongjoong’s antics as well. The bus started to move and one of the managers told the boys that they were on the way to Chelsea FC and I saw on their faces what was going to happen, placed my fingers in my ears and saved my hearing by a second in marginal when the members screamed on top of their lungs from the happy surprise. It wasn't clear if it was something planned by higher up management as a gift or if a fan had fixed the places for them, but either way they were over the moon. All jumping in their seats when the club came into view. The members were handled cards and a small monitor that seemed to be like VR but without the big headpiece you usually wore. We walked around the stadium and me and a translator hired by the company split the group in two as we explained what the tour guide said. Most of the members understood basic English but there were words and sentences here and there that they needed some help with. I walked with Hongjoong at my side and answered his heated questions with a smile on my lips, finding his enthusiasm for the sport adorable. We stood on the ground, just next to the grass and I leaned in close to see football players run down the large patch of it on the monitor in Hongjoong’s hands. A noise of fascination escaped my lips and he looked over at me, and put some space between us with an amused smile on his lips as his gaze involuntarily flicked from my eyes to my lips where I stood only about fifteen centimetres from his face, my chest flushed against his arm. I realized how close we stood as well and quickly took a step back, looked nervously around us, too used to hang out in his intimate zone to constantly remember how weird it might look to outsiders. Especially foreigners who wasn’t used to the word ‘skinship’ The boys could probably be there all day, poking at the grass, and taking photos of each other but the already bad weather turned worse as a sudden rain of hale made us seek shelter in a nearby souvenir shop. I suppressed a giggle when all eight of them looked around like they were kids in a candy store, and multiple "Whoa’s" was heard as their eyes moved between coffee mugs, towels, keyrings and everything else in between. Not knowing where they were going, six of them hadn’t brought their wallets and they gave Seonghwa and Yeosang puppy eyes, all of them rambled promises of everything from new drones to action figurines and I made eye contact with the woman behind the counter, her forehead wrinkled from confusion as the scene played out in her small shop, that most likely had its main revenue from middle aged guys and wives looking for gifts and not a group of eight Koreans in their early twenties, six of them basically begged on their bare knees while the other two listed everything they wanted when they got home. I made eye contact with her and gave her a small smile as if I could convince her with the lie that they weren’t always like this. We ate lunch at a café not far from the club and I fixed their clothes with a soft hand, making sure that they would look perfect just in case there would be photographers from fan sites or magazines that somehow had gotten word of where they would be located. It felt strange to touch the other members, the feeling of the fabric of their clothes, their skin and hair the same as Hongjoong’s but I was so used to only feel him under my fingertips that I paused at each of them, like I wanted to ask for permission before I shook out of it and my fingers reached out to fix the ribbon on Yeosang’s hat or put a strand of hair back in place on Mingi’s head or brush off the collar of San’s blazer. Hongjoong’s eyes burned a hole into San when he gave me a bright smile, and he thanked me loudly before he looked back at the menu, avoiding his hyung’s fiery gaze like his life depended on it. I saved the one, my one, that I was most familiar with for last, and it felt like I could breathe again when I played with the hair in the back of his neck. Bringing out the iconic mullet from underneath the collar of his trench coat, and he took my hand when I placed it on his shoulder, mindlessly gave it a small squeeze, eyes focused on the menu and I avoided the looks we received. .. A few hours later and I was just finished with my schedule for the day, looked forward to get back up to my hotel room and take a nap before dinner when I heard someone run up to me. I turned around, a smile on my lips as I expected Hongjoong’s smile to match mine. But the person who looked back at me with slightly reddened cheeks wasn’t who I thought, his eyes shy, an awkward smile on his lips and he nervously combed his fingers through his black hair. “San? What’s wrong? Did something happen?” I asked, maybe a bit rude and straightforward but I really expected that a fire had started in the dressing room or something because he looked at me like he had a shameful secret that he didn’t want me to find out. “It’s nothing, really… I…" He paused and looked around him and realized that we weren’t alone. A tech guy looked at us funny and some styling noonas gazed at us with curious eyes where they stood and had a coffee pause in a corner. San clenched his jaw, a stressed expression on his face, “Come with me” He said and I made an effort to protest but he only shut me down and hooked my arm with his before he rushed over to a waiting room a few doors down, peeked inside to make sure that it was empty and I gave him an angry look when he closed the door after us. I didn’t particularly like to be thrown around, especially when the person in question didn’t want to answer why. “What are you doing?” I asked, annoyed with him now and San looked up at me, a bit frightened of my reaction and hesitated for a second, like he wasn’t fully prepared to explain himself. “Sorry, I just can’t play this game of constant cat and mouse anymore. My feelings are killing me faster than Hongjoong is ever going to be able to do” He took a deep breath and avoided my confused stare as I crossed my arms over my chest, tired and not in the mood at all to play games, “What are you talking about?” I asked and felt slightly stupid, as if I missed the point completely. San rolled his eyes when I didn’t seem to understand and pinched the bridge of his nose, “Hongjoong will definitely kill me” He groaned out and I could see on his Adam’s apple that he gulped before he inhaled deeply and took two quick steps forward, cupped my face in his hands softly and pressed his lips against mine. I froze and the shock made me choke on my breath slightly. His lips moved carefully against mine, searching for a reaction, the motion made me regain control of my muscles and I took a step back, breaking the kiss in the process. San sighed deeply; eyes still closed for a few more seconds as his arms fell back against his sides. His lips tugged in a thin line that barely resembled a smile and he nodded slowly, accepting that the feelings he had was one-sided. His hand reached up to scratch the back of his neck, and embarrassment flushed his cheeks red. “Sorry, I just. I’ve wanted to do that for so long now and it’s been slowly eating away at my insides ever since the feeling between you and hyung changed in January and I realized that I had next to no chance with you anymore” My heart broke for him. Had he been longing for me all this time? I hadn’t even noticed because my eyes and mind had been on Hongjoong this whole time. I knew how it felt to not be able to act upon your feelings, but my own feelings were at least slightly reciprocated. To just sit back and watch how the person you wanted, show all their affection to someone else? That must be a living hell. “I’m sorry” I anxiously fiddled with my nails and wanted to reach out to him and give him a hug. I don’t think I’d ever seen a person look so miserable as he did. “It’s fine… I should’ve guessed. I don’t know what happened as soon as we reached American soil two weeks ago but that tight feeling between you and hyung had shifted again and I just wanted to take a chance… but I understand what you feel for him now… I was wrong, I shouldn’t have broken the work relationship boundary between us” He gave me a small smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes and he shook his head, avoided my gaze as he picked on his clothes. I held back the need to tell him to stop as he mindlessly unravelled a piece of thread. Silence fell upon us and I swallowed hard, not knowing if the conversation was over and I could leave. That’s when a knock on the door almost send us both of us flying. “Noona?” All colour fell from San’s face as he closed his eyes, cursed under his breath and then prayed to whatever God he believed in before he looked over at me with begging eyes not to answer as the person behind the door repeated himself, a bit louder this time and I gave him an apologizing smile before I sighed, “You can come in” San looked at me like I’d just murdered his entire family when the door opened and a very smiley Hongjoong soon did an emotional 180-degree turn, his smile turned into a frown and his eyes flicked outraged between us. His gaze lingered on San, who looked like he was on the verge of tears, chest heaving hard, a pained expression on his face and fist clenched as if he could only control his own emotions by inflicting pain on himself as his fingernails dug into the palm of his hand. Hongjoong walked in, closed the door behind him while he met my eyes instead and San jumped a good three meters to the side to put a distance between the two of them, still avoided his hyungs eyes like his life depended on it. “Did you fuck?” Hongjoong asked and my body recoiled with deep disapproval. Not that San didn’t look good, all eight of them did. But I'd never been one to just sleep with someone because of their appearance. I was an emotional person and I needed some kind of emotional attachment to the person I was offering my body to. I must’ve displayed a hurt expression as well because Hongjoong’s features softened slightly, his tense shoulders relaxed, and it was as if he took a deep breath of relief when he looked at me. “I kissed her” San said and looked up, frightened, as if he expected to be kicked out of the group when he met Hongjoong’s eyes, who sighed heavily at the verdict and wet his lips slowly with a nod. “And she kissed you back?” He asked back as if it were the most obvious thing I’d do in that situation and I felt like I’d been punched in the stomach. “I did not!” I exploded with furious anger, took two steps forward and shoved Hongjoong into the door behind him, not caring if someone heard the thump of his body against it. He wasn’t very far from it, only half a meter or so and he looked up at me surprised as his breath hitched in his throat from the sudden impact “I didn’t kiss him back because I want you, you stupid fucking idiot” I jabbed my finger into his chest, beyond pissed off that he thought all the months I’d been yearning for him was me somehow faking it. “You…” I looked over my shoulder at San as well, “You better solve this problem you have between the two of you. I’m not a challenge or prize to achieve. I’m just as restrained as the two of you when it comes to relationships. So, either, honestly decide to spit up the group because everyone is hurting from the bad energy you have towards each other or talk about how you feel and try to come to a conclusion. But I’m not going to date either of you, just so we’re clear. I refuse to let two guys barely out of their teenage years fuck up my entire career” I pushed Hongjoong to the side, didn’t spare them another glance and then opened the door, not even giving them the courtesy of closing it before I stormed off down the corridor to catch the next company car back to the hotel.

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Next Gen HP Looks

James Sirius Potter; “Jamie”, “Jay”, “Jay-Jay”

6′4 height. Photogenic. Muscular and lanky. Messy thick shiny black hair in Cole Sprouse’s haircut. Perfect jaw and cheekbones. Plump lips. Great bone structure. Light freckles everywhere, specially on his nose, cheeks, shoulders and back. Olive skin, he gets extremely tan during summer. Can actually pull and grow facial hair, which it is more reddish than black. Teeth white af. Handsome and cheeky smile, with adorable dimples on each cheek. ‘Potter’ perfect smirk. Always smiling. His eyes are almond shaped and a light honey colour with some gold hints. Long fingers, perfect for playing the guitar and the piano. Gorgeous. Tallest guy at school. Looks like a mix of Harry, Ginny and James Potter Senior. Extremely handsome and good-looking.

Albus Severus Potter; “Al”, “Albs”, “Albie”

6′1. Photogenic. Black shiny hair, quite short. Cheekbones for days. Olive skin, but he can’t get a tan, tho. Emerald Green eyes. Muscular, beater type, with broad shoulders. He doesen’t have lots of freckles, only a few single ones in his arm and one over his left brow. Sharp features. Ironic smile. ‘Potter’ perfect smirk. Can rock a Sherlock Holmes costume. Looks great in Green and black. White teeth and a dimple in his right cheek. Extremely expressive face. Can raise a brow. Eyebrows on fleek. Looks a lot like Harry, but you can see a bit of Arthur Weasley on him. Very good-looking like his brother and attractive.

Lily Luna Potter; “Lila”, “Lily Lu”, “Lil”

5′8. Photogenic af. Dark red hair, that used to reach her bellybutton, but she choped it into a lob. Naturally skinny and slender, she has a thin hourglass figure. Legs for days. Almond shaped Green eyes, but instead of being emerald, the Green is more like an avada kedavra green. Thick eyelashes and red brows. Round-squared face shape, like her mum. She looks a hell lot like Natalie Portman. Perfect bone structure. Olive skin, Lily can easily tan. She has freckles on her nose, shoulders, boobs and hips, and then she has freckles and moles separated, creating constellations through all her body. She also has a single freckle over her lip, at the right, just like Marilyn Monroe, which Fleur loves. Her extremely pink and full lips are her signature look, usually painted a cherry red. She’s a blend of a lot of Lily Evans and some of Ginny Weasley. Sassy smile, Potter perfect smirk, cheeky smile with dimples. ‘Quite the little heartbreaker. Drop dead gorgeous and seductive, with a sweet delicate voice. A beauty.

Victoire Apolline Weasley; “Vic”, “Vicky”, “Toire”

5′6 and a half. Model looks. Long glossy golden blonde hair that used to be more reddish as a kid. Light freckles all over her face. Big bright pale blue eyes. Quite tan skin during summer. Her hair is fabulous and her skin is shiny af. Full pink lips and the cutest nose ever. Round-squared face shape. Great bone structure. Dimples. Always painted nails. Model Slim figure. Sweet and kind smile. Never wears make up even though she loves it. She looks like a blend of classical beauty and california girl. She has her veela charm and she’s crazy beautiful.

Dominique Belle Weasley; “Dom”, “Nick”, “Dommie”

5′9. Long wavy pale blonde hair, dyed baby pink (she changes her hair colour every year). Big ocean blue eyes. Freckles on her face but she covers them. Sarcastic smirk. Cute smile. Long legs and arms. Skinny figure. Ears pierced and a small tattoo on the back of her neck. Pretty pink plump lips. Perfect soft skin. Sharp and dark eyeliner and fabulous black smokey eye, like Effy Stonem. Rocks a leather jacket like no one else. Grunge and rock ‘n roll style. Can eat a lot of fast food without gaining weight. Pale skin, she can’t get a tan. Cheekbones and collarbones. Relaxing smile. Veela charm. Fucking extremely pretty.

Louis Charles Weasley; “Lou”, “Louie”, “Lous”

6 feet tall. Gold blonde hair, lighter in the tips because of the sun. Ocean blue eyes, like Dominique. Perfect eyebrows. Grateful that he’s blonde and not ‘another ginger’. Muscular without playing Quidditch. Freckles only on his feet. Dimples. Broad shoulders. Can’t grow facial hair. Baby soft skin. Uses a lot his veela charm. He’s very attractive and he knows it.

Rose Jean Granger-Weasley; “Rosie”, “Ro”, “Posie”

5′5. Middle back lenght copper hair. Big, chocolate brown eyes, like her mum. Thick eyelashes. Button nose. Great eyebrows. Petite frame. Pretty and cute. Her body is fully covered with freckles. They are everywhere. Perfect nail shape. Small hands. Very fair skin, if she isn’t wearing sunscreen, she burns. Pink heart shaped lips. Heart-shaped face. Clumsy but graceful. She looks a lot like Hermione.

Hugo Billius Granger-Weasley; “Hugh”, “Huey”, “H”

6′2 and a half. Curly brown hair. Pale blue eyes. Tall and lanky. Dark freckles all over his face, and loads of them on his nose. Not too muscular. His dad’s nose, his mum’s and Rose’s mouth. Heart-shaped face. Very long arms. Fair skin, with the dark freckles. On his body, they aren’t a lot of them but they’re everywhere. Bushy eyebrows. A cute blend of Hermione and Ron.

Molly Anne Weasley; “Molls”, “Annie”, “Moll”

5′5 and a half. Soft Copper hair. Pale blue eyes. Thin red lips. Long bangs. Few freckles on her cheeks and arms. Long fingers. Button nose. Really cute. She can raise a brow. Perfect teeth after a year of brackets. Ivory skin. Can’t get a tan. Needs sunscreen every day. Perfect body.

Lucy Audrey Weasley; “Luce”, “Lulu”, “Lu”

5′3. Shoulder lenght dark copper hair. Large Coffee Brown eyes. Bushy eyebrows. Thin lips. Athletic figure due to Quidditch. Fit legs and butt. Fair skin. Freckles on her back, because when she plays Quidditch is where the sun mostly reaches her. Quite cute. Big bright smile. Her nails are always short, because she bites them. Heart of gold.

Frederick Gideon Weasley; “Freddie”, “Freds”, “Freddo”

6feet tall. Copper hair. Carmel skin. Very bushy eyebrows. Dark Hazel blue eyes. Few almost invisibe freckles on his nose and forehead and lots of them on his arms. Builder built. Broad shoulders and muscular. Big hands. Imperial nose. Strong jaw. Cocky happy grin. He looks like KJ Apa, but with natural ginger hair.

Roxanne Kate Weasley; “Rox”, “Roxy”, “Katie”

5′4. Glossy wild ebony black hair. Dark skin. Fabulous hourglass figure. Full lips, always with lip gloss. Big dark blue eyes. Thick eyelashes. Pearl White teeth. Freckles on her face. Stunning. Photogenic. Cheeky grin. Looks like Angelina with some Weasley in her.

Edward Remus Lupin; “Teddy”, “Ed”, “Teddy Bear”

6′1. He always wears his hair turquoise but its natural color is a mousy Brown. Dark blue eyes. Eyebrows on fleek. Quite muscular. Clumsy af. Fair skin but he’s able to tan. Remus’ looks with Tonks’ metamorphomagi.

Note: English isn’t my first language so if there are any mistakes, plz don’t roast me.

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A Few of Their Favorite Things

Pairing: Fritz Howard/Gavin Baker Rating: Mature Summary: Fritz and Gavin spend Christmas Eve together. Word count: 1257 Prompt: “my favorite things” Tags: fluff, like bonafide tooth rotting fluff, flirting, implied sexual content, holidays, Christmas, boys kissing, cute snuggly boys

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(I may or may not have borrowed prompts from the 2017 Supernatural Advent Calendar Challenge without permission *cough*)

[But for real, if I want anything for this pairing, I have to write it myself. So. Uh. Sorry not sorry Merry Holidays :D ]

Tagging the awesome and amazing @brieflymaximumprincess

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Fat raindrops plop onto the patio, speckling the concrete and beating a soft but constant tattoo on the overhang. Fabulous, a distraction. Just what he needs right now. Abandoning the hellaciously thick case file he’s supposed to be reading, Gavin unfolds himself from where he’s curled up on the porch swing and leans over the railing to watch. The soft cascade blurs the red and green and white of their neighbors’ Christmas lights, blending them with the golden lights of the city. It’s beautiful and peaceful, and the closest thing to a white Christmas Los Angeles will get.

Gavin has no problem with that. Snow is nice when it’s somewhere else, preferably on a distant mountain top where he can admire it from afar.

Lightning flashes in the dark sky above, arcing from cloud to cloud in a display almost as dazzling as the glittering lights below. Smiling to himself, Gavin indulges a childhood habit and counts slowly under his breath. One one thousand, two one thousand…He gets to five before a deep, guttural rumble echoes through the chilly air. Close enough to be interesting, far enough away it can’t knock out the power and ruin his plans for the evening. Just the way Gavin likes his weather.

Tugging his navy and bronze plaid wool robe tighter around his body, he leans against one of the supports and watches the storm. The strip of exposed concrete is soon a rich deep gray. He breathes deeply through his nose and lets it back out slowly, a sigh of contentment. He’s always loved the smell of rain on concrete, on fresh dirt and grass. Petrichor is one of his favorite perfumes. Well, that and his Armani Code Ultimate, otherwise known as “instant sex, just add Fritz.”

The back door slides open with a soft swish just as another fork of lightning crackles through the sky. Gavin snorts softly and glances over his shoulder as Fritz joins him on the patio in stockinged feet and a thin cotton robe. Speak of the Devil, and he shall appear. Really, though, Fritz is the farthest thing from a devil Gavin knows. More like the last angel on Earth. As the answering roll of thunder rumbles through the evening, a pair of strong arms wrap around Gavin’s waist, tucking him against an equally strong chest. Smiling, Gavin snuggles back into Fritz’s delightfully welcoming warmth.

“Been looking for you,” Fritz says, leaning down and brushing a kiss against Gavin’s cheek.

Soaking up the affection like a cat curled in front of a cozy fire, Gavin closes his eyes with a little sigh and reaches down to twine his fingers in Fritz’s. “I love watching storms.”

“And ignoring paperwork, I see.”

Gavin doesn’t have to see Fritz to know he’s looking pointedly at the abandoned case file on the swing. Oops. Deciding that distraction tactics are the best way to save his image as the Perpetually Hardworking Lawyer, he raises Fritz’s hand to his mouth and presses a kiss to the back of his knuckles. “Riley is a Grinch for assigning so much busywork on Christmas Eve,” he murmurs against Fritz’s soft skin.

Fritz chuckles, though it’s a bit breathless and stuttery and accompanied by a little shiver that tells Gavin his little underhanded tactic did its job. “Says the guy who pitched a fit because I put up Christmas decorations while he was staying late at the office. Again.”

“Mmm. That’s because you did it wrong.” Ignoring the lighthearted you-work-too-much jibe, Gavin gathers Fritz’s other hand in his own and covers it in soft kisses. “Honestly, darling, you have no concept of interior design.” Which is absolutely, objectively true. Who puts red Santa ornaments in a room with predominantly cool tones? Atrocious.

Fritz’s breath catches in his throat and he gives a little moan that makes Gavin feel nice and toasty despite the chill of the evening. “You better be nice to me or Santa won’t stuff your stocking,” he says, voice low and thick with desire.

Now it’s Gavin’s turn to shiver as heat floods his groin. What a deliciously low blow. But two can play this game. Dropping Fritz’s hands, Gavin turns around as slowly and languidly as he can, keeping their bodies as flush as possible, then reaches up and strokes the back of his hand down Fritz’s pink tinged face. “Nice?” he says, pushing his lips into the little pout that he knows drives his boyfriend insane. “Oh honey. You should know by now that I’m always at the top of the naughty list.”

They don’t make it to the bedroom.

After bodily dragging Gavin back inside the inviting warmth of the house, Fritz throws him down in front of the Christmas tree and tears his robe off of him, muttering something about opening his present right here, right now. Gavin just grins and helpfully lifts his hips as Fritz divests him of his navy blue Armani lounge pants and tosses them carelessly over his shoulder. Moments later Joel streaks off in an orange blur toward the hall, and Gavin can guess where they landed.

Fritz must have been planning something like this before stepping foot onto the patio, because there’s a shiny brand new bottle of lube in his robe pocket. After slicking himself up he enters Gavin with minimal preparation. The pleasurable pain of the burn leaves him gasping and clawing at the carpet, back arched, needing more.

What starts as joyous, vigorous thrusting quickly eases into something slower, something sweeter. Fritz claims Gavin’s lips in a deep kiss, tracing his face with his fingertips as Gavin’s own hands skim and sweep along the broad planes of Fritz’s back. They sigh and moan into each other’s mouths, relishing in the taste of the other. Above them, the lights of the tree twinkle and glitter off the glass ornaments in a kaleidoscope of green and red and white and gold and silver. Light from the fireplace bathes them in a soft warm glow as the fire crackles and pops in accompaniment to the smooth Christmas jazz piping soft and low through the speakers.

After they’ve both achieved release, Fritz gathers up Gavin in a thick blanket and settles him on the sofa while he pads to the kitchen in all his naked glory to make them hot cocoa. Gavin watches him leave with heavy lidded eyes, so warm and content he slips into a light doze. It feels like only seconds later Fritz is pressing a giant mug into his hand, marshmallows spilling out of the top. Snatching a few escapees, Gavin pops them into his mouth as Fritz settles next to him on the couch, tucking Gavin into his side.

Gavin ends up drinking most of the cocoa. Fritz doesn’t seem to mind, leaning over to kiss the chocolate-tinged melted marshmallow mustache from his lips after he drains the mug. Apparently deciding that it’s safe to come out, Joel slinks back into the living room, stretches in front of the fireplace, and curls into a little orange ball. Gavin can hear him purring all the way from the couch.

He’s just about drifting off again, head slumped on Fritz’s shoulder, when Fritz pulls him onto his lap and kisses him long and soft and slow.

“Merry first Christmas, babe,” he whispers as he pulls back. His eyes are bright and glossy as he stares down at Gavin.

Smiling tiredly up at him, Gavin hums and snuggles into Fritz as much as he can. “Merry first Christmas, darling.”

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#this-darkness-writes #the closer #fritz/gavin #holiday fic #gavin baker #fritz howard #gavin q baker iii #agent howard #my writing #stupid fluffy fluffiness

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