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redr0sewrites · 9 months

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hellooo i saw you were taking requests and i think you write for eris vanserra? i had this silly idea that you know how noisy and busybodies the inner circle are and maybe after eris is already high lord there is some sort of ball, and the ic sees some girl walking with him and stuff and they’re just like 🤨🤨🤨 snooping around and shit?? you know just banter like that, i have no idea if this makes sense for u😭😭😭 anyway take your time if u decide to write this and feel free to ignore this if u don’t want to !!! thank u in advance love u

AAA TYSM NONNIE THIS IS SUCH A CUTE REQ! I WILL TRY MY BEST LMAO HOPE U ENJOY!

CW: the IC being nosy, fluffinesssss!

this was bound to be a disaster. all eris knew was that having the inner circle at autumn could lead to a multitude of issues, all of which would fall directly on him. he expected them to irritate his father, or break off the alliance, or even damage property. what he did not expect however, was the patronizing questions about his mate.

the questions all started on the first night. there had been a welcoming banquet in their honor, and you were standing aside eris in all of your autumnal glory. your magnificent outfit was adorned with jewelry and charms of autumn with dark red details and a beautiful trim. you stood elegant and poised, yet uncharacteristically close to eris, who seemed to be enraptured by you.

"who are they?" mor asked, eyeing you in slight confusion.

"im not sure, but if i had to guess, theyre eris' lover, or at least something akin to that" replied azriel. he watched you and eris with an amused look on his face, and the rest of the inner circle did the same. after a while, they dispersed and began to mingle among the fellow guests, but some of their minds remained lingering on you and eris.

"eris!" rhysands elegant voice cut through you and your mates soft conversation. you watch as eris takes on the role of the high lords son, and don's the mask of stone he so often wore around fellow nobles of the court.

"rhysand. i certainly wasn't expecting you here." his eyes narrowed slightly, looking at rhys and feyre, who accompanied him, with a calculating stare. you smile warmly, from what eris has told you, the inner circle will be a crucial part in overthrowing beron.

"its a pleasure to be here. however, there is one thing i personally didnt expect" rhysands eyes slide to you, and you meet his gaze. feyres eyes glimmer knowingly, and she meets your smile with one of her own.

"who is your precious companion, eris?" your lovers eyes narrowed, and he said simply, "none of your business. i suggest you return to the party."

"how cruel. you know, its rude to dismiss your guests" rhysand said almost mockingly, and eris' jaw tightened.

"well, id rather not cause a scene. i guess they must he rather important to you if theyre here. i hope we meet you again, perhaps in a less formal setting" rhysand says to you. with a smirk and a wink in your direction, rhysand turned with feyre beside him and walked away. you looked over at eris, and you could practically see his jaw working itself.

"relax my love. they arent a threat." eris sighs, turning towards you. "hes so fucking irritating" eris mutters, and you cant help but giggle softly.

that night had been the first of four instances in which the inner circle had begun to question you and eris' relationships, and finally eris lost his temper. cassian had cornered him while eris had simply been walking to the library and had begun to interrogate him, and eris has snapped.

"they are my mate you intolerable jackass! can you please fucking leave me alone?" eris spat, fuming in irritation. cassian had burst out laughing, but quickly winnowed away when he noticed eris' murderous expression. angry, frustrated, and overall irritated eris stormed back to your shared courters. when eris recounted the incident to you, you couldnt help but laugh. eris begrudgingly joined you, and cheer filled the room. the inner circle was clearly interested in eris' personal life, and it was hilarious to you the lengths they would go to discover your relationship.

god im so sorry this sucks so bad ajaaaaa i cant write dialogue for my life i tried to make the reader as gender neutral as possible i hope you enjoy! i feel like this came out so shitty uurhehrhb im sorryyyyy

#eris vanserra x reader #eris vanserra acotar #pro eris vanserra #eris vanserra acosf #acosf eris vanserra #acosf eris #acotar eris #eris acotar #eris x reader #eris #eris x you

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yb-cringe · 2 years

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Wah ty... Joey pulling out the lanterns during his fight with Shadow Girl this episode was such a rough moment... As much as she probably shouldn't have helped Scott and Sausage grief his area, him pulling out the lanterns she had just returned to him in order to chase her off was extremely cruel considering that he was there for the task force. I think a lot of disabled and mentally ill folks empathize with the fear that they'll screw up and suddenly those close to them will turn the things they can't help against them and seeing Joey weaponize her sensitivity to light because he was upset with her was! Bad! I think there is a lot of tragedy in their friendship that was beyond their control with Joey going from Shulk to the Fairy Prince, but it doesn't lessen how horrible it must have been for Shadow Girl to see the one person she trusted suddenly start to demand she change and wield her struggles against her. As much as I hope she has a happier life as her new origin, I also hope she's not over the ways that everyone, from Scott and Sausage, to the Task Force, to Joey, wronged her as Shadow Girl. She deserves to demand that they make it right and she deserves to find a group of folks that will care for her unconditionally, even when her needs don't align with theirs. I'm... honestly not thrilled about the idea of her only getting to find happiness after death and rebirth without being a Shadow Crawler anymore bc I've seen that story before and it is often very ableist, but with the nature of the server and with hopes for cc!shubble's writing, I am cautiously hoping that the respawn won't be the end of things... All this to say i hope Shelby is still angry and doesn't forget and maybe next time someone gets the shadow crawler origin, she'll be able to make sure they don't have to feel as miserable as she did. She literally deserves the entire world and also has a right to kill whoever she wants This also isn't meant to be like. anti-Joey as either a content creator or a character, I think he is fantastic both in and out of character!!! It's just my thoughts on the story as a whole and that particular moment

yeah! well, ok i have thoughts:

- i said the whole ‘shubble stumbling onto a mental illness/disability vibe’ as a very LOOSE thing. i mean, its definitely something ppl can relate to and vibe with as a feeling but we should also probably step back and realize that its. Not the purpose of the story cc!shubble is telling. like thats a cool connection to make, but cc!shubble Not living up to that expectation isn’t bad or ‘feeding’ into abelist narratives. At that point, you’d be putting the expectation that because WE see a story this way, that the creator needs to adjust their narrative thusly.

which, yeah, isnt great. she didnt make it as a neurodivergent/mi/disability story, she stumbled onto the right path by accident. its minecraft roleplay and it makes sense that she’s vibin with that story and can take it wherever she’d like. Your frustrations with an abelist narrative stem from people who KNOWINGLY make mentally ill/disabled characters and then kill them off/cure them/etc and spread the idea that ppl cant live happily with themselves. Which is definitely an issue- however. you’re uh. not gonna find the answer for it in a mcrp.

thats not to say i dont sympathize! id also love for like. single crumb of good representation in media and also. yeah i think it was intentional for the other characters to treat her Badly to set her up for a sort of comeback so— we’re all definitely empathizing with her as a character. who knows where the story is gonna go tho, im kinda hoping for an unholy trio reunion tbh.

tl;dr— c!Shubble has a relatable narrative and connections, however she (cc!shubble) IS NOT making a story with the intention to represent these themes and expecting her to withhold to standards that dont Apply here will only lead to disappointment.

anyway yes uh. got off track there but. Yeah! these past few episodes have been Brutal w the betrayals and shit. totally get why c!joey was pissed hoWEVER…. i would kill for shadow girl…. beloved…

and Wow these past few episodes have been heartwrenching. definitely FELT that as someone whos Needed accommodations in the past only to be made fun of for needing them— oof.

#tw abelism discussion #alsmp spoilers #spoilers #sorry i focused a little heavy on like. meta stuff there #but i feel resposnible for bringing up the connection to tumblr so #i feel like if it got out of hand; itd be my fault #i just want it to be clear that whatever cc!shubble does has no bearing on like. abelism as a whole #bc shes not making a disability narrative— im warping her narrative through projection #so its unfair if anyones gonna b like. ‘this is abelist writing!’ when shes not even doing that in the first place #not that Thats what youre saying anon but i am. anxious and i tend to ramble #i do agree tho! i really do hope shadow girl gets some form of like. self acceptance in her next origin #not conforming or changing to another sunshine girl but that shes. like good as she is. she doesnt need to change #but! worse comes to worse i can bother gulfie into writing a happy ending :)))#asks #long post

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rocorambles · 3 years

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Not me bumping up in here AGAIN to say now im hust like, its the next day and like reader promised she goes to make it up to iwa and hes like wtf and telL me why all i want is for iwa to beat up makki and have oikawa and mattsun have to pull them apart and then just getting fucking RAILED by iwa later cause he doesnt blame you, not really, but hes still PISSED and JEALOUS and NEEDS to prove that hes the only one that can make you feel good, should be the only one to EVER make you feel good

Really, did Makki think he’d actually get away with what he did to Iwaizumi’s darling that night?

Part 1 where Hanamaki takes advantage of Iwaizumi’s sleeping/sleepy darling here

Warnings: NSFW, Degradation, Humiliation, Dumbification, Implied/Mentioned Past Non-Con/Sexual Assault

Green eyes narrow down at you in suspicion as you cling onto him all day, eyes brighter than normal, grin wider than normal, body infinitely more affectionate than normal as you nuzzle and purr against him like an over sized kitten. Iwaizumi doesn’t mind publicly displaying his love for you, no stranger to holding hands or a sweet peck here and there despite the raucous uproar it causes among his fellow third-years, but this is far beyond what he’s used to and he wonders what you’re up to.

But nothing could have prepared him for the way you pounce on him as soon as the two of you have said your goodbyes and packed his car, making your way back home from the sleepover, and he curses as he almost swerves the car when your fingers teasingly creep up his inner thigh, barking at you to stop it and at least let him find a more remote area to safely park the car.

He’s not complaining as the two of you dive towards the backseat and you push him down, grinding and moaning against his rapidly hardening cock. But something doesn’t feel right and in between sloppy wet kisses and the rustling of clothes, he manages to ask what’s gotten into you, only for his world to come to a screeching halt when you purr that you had promised to make it up to him last night.

Last night? Promise?

You cock your head in confusion when calloused hands come to your shoulders, fingers keeping you still and arms length away from him as he sits up and stares at you quietly for a moment before hesitantly asking you what you’re talking about. And something ugly and nauseating churns in his stomach as you recount last night’s events, confusion morphing into sick realization when he remembers exactly who had been sleeping on the other side of you, when he remembers how he had pretended not to notice how a certain teammate’s eyes always seemed to linger a bit too long on you, how he had ignored the way Hanamaki always seemed more interested in you than his own longtime friend.

Acceptance turns to raging fury and you squeal and hurriedly fix your clothes, strapping a seat belt around you nervously as Iwaizumi makes his way back to the front seat, foot slamming down on the gas as he returns to the house you two had left just earlier today, unsure what’s happening, why your boyfriend is so angry. You plead with him to calm down, to tell you what’s wrong. Why are you going back to Makki’s house? You already told them that neither of you were going to stick around for breakfast!

But all questions slip from you and you stare in horror as Hanamaki cheerily opens the front door when Iwaizumi knocks, only to double over with an agonized howl as the ace punches him in the face. And then there’s a second blow. A third blow. And you’re rushing over to the duo on trembling legs, tightly wrapping your arms around your boyfriend’s waist from behind, sobbing and begging for him to stop, screaming for Oikawa and Matsukawa to come out and help.

You cry in relief when your two classmates come rushing to see what the commotion is about, swiftly stepping into help, Matsukawa pulling a bleeding Hanamaki away from Iwaizumi’s grasp, Oikawa helping you restrain your lover. But you all freeze at the accusation that comes tumbling out of Iwaizumi’s mouth.

“How dare you take advantage of my girlfriend, you sick fuck! I thought we were friends!”

There’s silence as you all process his words, the four of you slowly turning to stare at Hanamaki, waiting for him to say something, deny the claim, anything. But when he just turns his gaze to the ground, unable to look Iwaizumi in the eyes, you feel bile rise in your throat and you drop to your knees, shaking and dry heaving, barely cognizant of a broad figure crouching in front of you, a gruff voice still thick with anger, but laced with concern as it tells you to breathe and calm down. And the world is a hazy and confused mess as you’re ushered away, tucked back into Iwaizumi’s car and driven back home as Oikawa assumes his captain demeanor, forcing all parties to separate and cool off a bit first before coming back together to discuss this later.

It’s silent as Iwaizumi helps you carry your bags to your room, but the click of your bedroom door closing behind the two of you has you throwing yourself at your lover, wailing and apologizing for how stupid you were, how sorry you were, pleading and begging him to believe that you had no idea, that you would never have let it happen knowingly, that you only love him. But you instantly shut up as lips come crashing down on yours, rough and demanding, possessively claiming you as his and you gasp as you’re thrown on your bed with a force that has you bouncing from the impact.

“Haji-Hajime?”

You trail off, thighs clenching and throat nervously gulping as he stalks towards you, green eyes dark and cloudy, angry and hungry, instinctively backing away from him as he approaches. But that only seems to infuriate him more and you squeal as he pulls you back towards him by your ankles, shoving your panties down and shoving two thick fingers inside of you, swallowing your mewl as his lips once again devour yours.

It feels so good. Everything feels so good. And your world narrows to his tongue twining with yours, the fingers rubbing your clit and curling inside of you, dragging against the spongy spot inside of you that has you seeing stars, the need to prove and show him how much you love him. You’d do anything, let him do anything. Anything to take away the hurt in his eyes, to erase the doubt you see as he gazes down at you, to reassure him that you’ll always be only his, just like he’ll always only be yours.

“Hajime, want you to fuck me so hard that all I can think about is your cock.”

Those words have any last dredges of restraint inside Iwaizumi crumbling to the ground and you scream as your leg is thrown over a broad shoulder, as he plunges his cock inside of you in one thrust, an aching pleasure rolling through you from the sudden fullness and intrusion.

“Going to fuck you dumb. Going to fuck you until the only thing you can think of and remember is my cock. Going to fuck you so silly that everyone will know that you’re MY cock slut.”

He cruelly laughs when he feels you tightening around him with each degrading word, when he sees how your eyes roll back in your head and you blabber incoherently as pleasure spikes through you.

“You like that, huh? Look at you. You already look and sound like a stupid bimbo, MY stupid bimbo. Maybe I should make you go around wearing a collar with my name on it. Make the message really clear. Maybe I should lock you in a chastity belt at all times unless I’m fucking you. Make sure no one else can get inside this sloppy slutty cunt.”

You moan at the thought, humiliated tears streaming down your face, but it only makes you even more aroused and Iwaizumi almost cums right there and then when you obediently nod your head and tell him you’ll do whatever he wants, absolutely sincerity in your eyes as you lovingly look up at him.

“Such a good fucking girl. Now tell me who’s making you feel good? Who’s the only one who can make you feel good? Who’s the only one allowed to make you feel good?”

Your body tenses and you desperately claw and clutch at his shoulders and back as the knot inside of you tightens and tightens as he increases his pace and bends you even further in half, shrieking “only you” and “please make me feel good”, “make me cum”. And then you’re tumbling down in ecstasy, body thrashing and convulsing, drool and lewd broken cries pouring out of your mouth as his fingers rub your clit, wailing as he continues to ram in and out of you, relentless as he chases his own high in a frenzied flurry of motions that has your nails leaving long vicious scratch marks in his skin.

You moan in relief and contentment as hot thick spurts fill you, as his body carefully collapses on top of yours, encompassing you in his sturdy and comforting presence as the two of you pant for breath, chests heaving up and down in a sweaty slick mess. But you let out a breathy laugh when he buries his head in the crook of your neck and tightly wraps his arms around you, mentally envisioning the pouting mope you know is on his face despite the fact that you can’t see it from the position you’re in.

It takes a bit of work to move his dead weight as he refuses to budge and help you, but with a grunt and a push you maneuver the two of you so that you’re both on your sides, face-to-face. And you playfully rub your nose against his, littering his face with butterfly kisses, laughing as his sulking turns into scowling, giggling and flailing when he tucks your head under his chin and hugs you tightly to him in punishment when you grossly lick his cheek and smile victoriously as the corners of his lips finally twitch upwards.

But eventually he lets you up to breathe and the two of you rest your foreheads against each other.

“You know I had no idea, right, Hajime? That I love you and only you, right?”

You lean into his touch as a calloused hand cups your face, purring as a thumb delicately strokes your cheekbone.

“I know. I know it wasn’t your fault and I love you too. More than anything or anyone else in the world.”

And that’s all the reassurance you two need as your lips intimately connect once again.

#haikyuu smut #iwaizumi x reader

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phoneybeatlemania-bit-the-dust · 3 years

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I love your McLennon fics! Can you write #37 from the prompt list?

37. “Where were you when I needed you?”

c. 1971

It was getting deep into the evening in Scotland when Paul heard the phone ring. Tempted by the security of a peaceful, quiet night in, he chose to ignore the it, persisting in rocking Mary in his arms - but Linda had picked up the phone, and a few seconds later he heard her call, “Paul? Its for you.”

“Tell ‘em to ring back tomorrow, ‘m heading in in a minute.”

“Its John.” She said bluntly, knowingly even. They both understood what that meant: Paul couldn’t resist a phone call from John. It didn’t matter how cold John had been, nor did it matter how cruel he was - if he had wanted to talk to Paul, Paul would always talk back.

“Alright, tell him I’ll be a minute.” He said nonchalantly. He didn’t know what could be in store for him with this phone call - it could be John, drunk and angry, or bitter and passive-aggressive. Or perhaps it would be John, just ringing up for a quick chit-chat. You just never knew what to expect with John.

“Hello?” He said, some nerves in his voice, though they were well-concealed.

“Hey,” John replied, his quiet voice sounded solemn and disillusioned, “how’re you?”

“Fine. Jus’ putting Mary to bed, then I might head off meself y’know.” He heard John sigh softly through the phone, so he asked in return, “How’s yourself?”

“I dunno - fine I guess.” Paul didn’t respond, expecting John to elaborate - but after enough time had passed and John made no attempts to continue the conversation, Paul asked, “Why’re ye callin’?”

He answered untruthfully, “Just wanted to talk to you.”

Leaning against the kitchen counter, Paul said, “Well, gowan then.”

Again, he was met with silence; he could infer that John was not in the right frame of mind right now, probably having self-medicated with some sort of drug and drink - but he suspected it wasn’t just that, he suspected John might have been out of sorts a lot recently. But he didn’t know what to do. He was in Scotland, and John was God-knows-where, so he could scarcely help him.

Silence. Nothing but some fractured breathing down the phone line, until John spat out through what sounded almost like a cry:

“Where were you when I needed you?”

“What’re you on about John?” he replied, letting out an exhausted and aggravated sigh and cupping a hand to his forehead.

There was venom in Johns throat when he attested, “When I needed you most, ye just fucked off!”

Paul took a deep breath, he wanted to remain calm because he wanted to salvage what little communication they were making, but he couldn’t help but aggressively retort, “D’you know what John, you’ve been telling me this same shit for years, and ive had enough of it. I never abandoned you - I was always there for you! When yer mother died I was there for you, when yer dad showed up I was there for you, when you accidentally tripped on LSD I was there for you. And d’you know, I don’t see any of yer new mates looking after you in the same way. I don’t recall Yoko bein’ there for you for any of that shit.”

“Don’t be draggin’ Yoko into any of this-“

“Why not, John? Cause she’s a bloody part of it!” He calmed a little, lowering his voice as he remembered his children were asleep. “Y’know, ye did yer best to push me away after India, but I was still there for you. I was still trying to reach out to you, but you would only push me further away.”

“Stop, Paul. Ye left me for Linda-“

“Enough about Linda, alright? I never left her for you, but I wanted more. ‘M sorry, I broke yer heart back in India, but d’you know what - you broke mine too!”

“Piss off, I never broke-“

“Yes, ye did John. And d’you know, it hurt hearing all that ‘How do you sleep?’ crap.” Sternly he said, “‘M telling you ye hurt me, ye cant just tell me you haven’t.”

“And ye don’t think fuckin’ RAM hurt me?”

“‘M sorry if it did mate. But ive tried to bury it - water under the bridge - but then you’ll call me up, tryna start a row with me, and at this point, I just don’t understand what you want from me. You push me away, and then you call me up looking for help - but I cant give you both. Yer askin’ me where I was when you needed me - I was trying to get in; I was trying to get through to you. But you wouldn’t let me in, and so what was I supposed to do?”

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Im soooooooooooo sorry to whoever requested this fic AGES ago! The only reason it didn’t get answered until now is because I just burnt myself out writing too many fics a few weeks back, and then I just couldn’t find the motivation to write this one for awhile, because I felt like my work was getting repetitive, so I took a wee break! But here you go - hope you enjoy :)

#mclennon #fanfic #my work #prompts #fic requests

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empiresmostwanted · 3 years

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Hi!! From that quote prompts list, a few that stood out for me were “it’s a brutal world” and “what are you humming?” for Rex? Im imaging either a mechanic/civilian reader or a shiny new clone trooper is accompanying the 501st on an off-world mission and they are sitting by the campfire late at night, a little shaken by the battle earlier in the day. Rex notices and goes to comfort them, and perhaps there is a singing motif??

Also! I loved Sabacc Face and im making my way though your other works this weekend 💕

Thank you so much @maulpunk for the prompts 😘

I'm sorry it took me so long to write, work has done a number on me this last week or so. Grrr. But I was happy to get back to writing this, although I must apologise for straying a little from the parameters of the request (it turned out to be a little too angsty for a singing motif, oops). I hope you like it all the same!

(P.S. Thank you so so much, I'm thrilled you liked Sabacc Face. It was a lot of fun to write, I hope it was just as fun to read!)

posted on AO3 | the prompt list | my writing

Words: 1.5k | Warnings: Post-Umbara Arc, Grief/Mourning, Angst (and lots of it, sorry-not-sorry), Emotional Hurt/Comfort, a certain Besalisk's name is briefly mentioned (okay, I am sorry for this one)

GHOSTS IN THE UMBRA

20BBY

☾

CT-0292 couldn't sleep. When he closed his eyes, rounds of blue plasma bolts flashed through the darkness behind his lids. Hands, his own hands, held a DC-15 carbine aloft, and one single finger under his control pressed on the trigger, mowing down the Umbarans in their disguises.

But they hadn't been Umbarans. They'd been his brothers.

A strangled sound escaped him, somewhere between a gasp and a sob that he caught in his throat. His chest ached with the effort to hold it, the urge to release it. And it ached as if his brothers had occupied a place there, the loss of them leaving the muscles of his heart to constrict around empty space.

He blinked away sharp tears, then pushed off the weighted blanket – its presence more suffocating than soothing – and climbed out of his rack. He gathered up the armour stacked in a neat pile from the foot of the bunk's frame and applied it, piece by piece, from foot to neck.

If he couldn't sleep, he might as well be useful. He'd never been very good at keeping still.

Around him, his brothers lay in their cots; some slept, restless, while others remained painfully conscious. From his own squad, only himself, Wil (Private), and Ridge (Private) remained. The others, along with their sergeant, had fallen to General Krell's lightsaber.

All was quiet. And Ridge was nowhere to be seen.

0292 shook his head, lightheaded, the back of his neck prickling. After checking his blaster was fastened to his belt, he tucked his helmet under one arm and crept through the rows of bunks like a ghost, leaving the sterile barracks behind.

For a moment, he stopped outside the blast doors as they sshhed to a close behind him, and took a deep breath. Had he caught the scent of rain and salt water in the air, it might have grounded him; but this planet was as unfamiliar to his nose as it was to his eyes and ears. With the tang of metal in his nostrils and on the tip of his tongue, he set off across the floodlit compound.

Beyond the sensor wall, he spotted the warm glow of a natural fire flickering in the perpetual dusk, its light peeking through the mist and the dense formation of local flora. He frowned. Patrol taking a break, perhaps?

CT-0292 made his way to the airbase's entrance. As he approached the gate, he passed skeletons of Umbaran machinery looming out of the fog, and squads of troopers pacing as silent as wraiths.

The planet was reclaimed, but no one had come out of the campaign unscathed.

At the gate, two troopers bearing the colours of the 212th stood guard, blasters held across their bodies, and faced the darkness beyond. With the sight of their armour came a fresh wave of guilt, at once hot and cold, that settled in the pit of his stomach. He cleared his throat upon approach; one started as if he'd been shot, and the other patted him on the shoulder.

"Easy, trooper," said 0292, holding out a placating hand. "Just passing through, lending a hand to patrol. That them over there?"

They followed the direction of his pointer finger, to the small fire burning gold in the gloom. The one coiled as tightly as he himself nodded, and turned back to him. "They're taking it in turns to sweep the perimeter."

"Thanks." He inclined his head, and stepped over the threshold of the airbase.

As his footsteps tapped a muffled rhythm into the damp earth, the chill air cooled the sheen of sweat on his forehead, and pressed cold fingers to the nape of his neck. With a shiver, he donned his helmet and activated its spot-lamp, before succumbing to Umbara's gloaming.

CT-0292 walked through the forest of Zabrak Spines, their bioluminescent ridges reaching towards the sky and cutting through the umbra like angry wounds. The glow of giant red thorns shrouded the woodland in an unsettling pallor.

Every small noise was amplified in the stillness around him: the snapping of twigs beneath the feet of tiny creatures, the whooshing of spectral wings overhead, and what seemed like footsteps somewhere behind him, approaching – but when he looked over his shoulder, there was nothing there. Each sound sent a spike of cortisol through his body, and he tried not to hyperventilate to the beat of his pulse.

The immediate threat from the Umbarans had been neutralised. But he and his brothers had found out the hard way that this shadowy world kept its secrets close.

You're out of the woods when you're out of the woods, his instructor back on Kamino used to say. It had seemed redundant to him then.

"What's that you're humming, trooper?"

He nearly jumped out of his skin. He looked back and came face-to-face – or helmet-to-helmet – with Captain Rex materialising out of the fog, easy to identify by the jaig eyes and the modified armour.

The captain removed his bucket, brow furrowed in concern, and laid a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Relax. I didn't mean to startle you," he said with a smile that did not reach his eyes. "It sounded familiar, the song you were humming."

"I didn't realise I was humming it aloud," the trooper admitted, face heating as Captain Rex fell into step beside him. "I was thinking of my instructor, back at the facility: she smuggled her own radio into Tipoca, and she'd play it for us during downtime. That one was her favourite, I think. I don't know the words, though. Just the tune."

"Ah."

They walked for a way in companionable silence, each lost to their own thoughts. Confronted once more with the familiar face of his brothers, CT-0292 replayed the moment of terrible realisation, and the skirmish with Krell. The Jedi – if one could even call him that – might have been dealt with on a permanent basis, but his reach would extend far beyond his death.

"Couldn't sleep, either?" asked the captain, dragging him out of his own memories.

He shook his head.

Rex sighed. "It's a brutal world out there."

CT-0292 couldn't be sure if he was referring to Umbara, or the entire galaxy.

"I admit," he began, "I wasn't expecting to kill other people. I've been training to take down and disable battle droids for nearly ten years, and I thought I was ready, but this …"

It didn't even begin to cover the atrocity of slaughtering his own, knowingly or not.

They heard the voices of their brothers before they saw them, hushed and sombre. Upon stepping out of the forest, they found themselves in a small clearing, lit from above by towering plants, incandescent with pink and purple and blue light, and lit from within by a humble campfire. At least ten troopers were gathered around it, talking in lowered voices amongst themselves.

Rex came to a halt on the edge of the clearing, and stopped 0292 with a hand on his arm.

"If it's of any comfort," he said, "every one of us here is feeling the same right now. No campaign is easy, no life lost is worth less. But this mission has taken its toll more than any other. You say you're not ready, but I recognise the blue bird painted on your bucket. I saw you take charge of your squad when Sergeant Jax was killed, and you kept the rest of them alive. There might well be a promotion coming your way."

A promotion. He'd always harboured the hope of making his way up the ranks, proving his worth and ability along the way. Seeing the captain in action, the way he was respected and admired, had only solidified that desire. But he hadn't entered the GAR as a sergeant, or a captain. It had never really occurred to him before now that someone would have to die for him to take their place.

But he nodded, and said, "Thank you, Captain."

"What's your name, trooper?"

"CT-zero-two-ni—"

"Your name, trooper," Rex clarified. The smile on his lips belied the sadness in his eyes.

CT-0292 removed his helmet. "It's Vaughn, sir. My batchmates called me Vaughn."

"Then welcome to the five-oh-first, Private Vaughn. Over there are your brothers. It won't always be easy, but whatever happens, we look out for each other. And I know you barely got to see General Skywalker in action, but I can promise you that he – and Commander Tano – are nothing like Krell. You'll see."

"Thank you, sir."

Captain Rex clapped him on the arm, then strode off across the clearing, towards the campfire. Vaughn followed, kicking up the smell of damp earth and decaying foliage, sickly sweet in his nostrils. He was pleased to see his squadmate, Ridge, among the ranks of troopers around the flames, and another who'd introduced himself as Sterling just one rotation prior.

"Room for two more, boys?"

☽

Thank you so much for staying to the end! Even though I enjoy reading some good ol' angst, it's definitely tricky to write, so it was nice to stretch those muscles for this prompt. Hope you liked it 💜

#prompts #requests #the clone wars #the clone wars fic #captain rex #captain rex fic #star wars the clone wars #star wars #star wars fic #sw #fic #fanfic #my fic #my writing #captain vaughn

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bakugoukatsukisonly · 3 years

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Bakugou finds out about your feelings

bakugou fic

bakugou x y/n little scenario(headcanon) cause why not? but really its just my ranting thoughts about my love for bakugou LOL. ive been seeing some post that was directed to bakugou simps saying along the lines of "if you minus the looks, what do you like about bakugou, be honest," all the while smirking and chuckling as if to say that i only care about his looks. BOI IF YOU DONT-

there's a lot more about bakugou than just his looks and here im going to rant my feelings, maybe no one will even read this but i just dont have anyone to talk to and i just had to let this out.

bakugou x y/n

The girls of 1-A had just finish a small bonding session together. They were together cooking for the whole class. It was a cute little bonding time and in all honesty y/n was not really focusing on the cooking and more to their interaction together. The boys were aware of the girls' plan for the afternoon so, none interrupted their cooking session and did their own thing for the whole afternoon.

There was still time before dinner and after setting up the cultlery and the food, all of the girls were hanging out in the common area just casually chatting. 'Girls talk' was bound to emerge from their conversation and whats the hottest news for today? Yup, it was the ever so shocking news about y/n and Bakugou dating each other.

"Now, lets just get straight to the point here," Mina started pointing an accusing finger to none other than an innocent y/n who was trying to run away from her friends and get changed in her dorm before the question arised.

"Dont you dare run! You know we want to hear the whole tea, hot steamy tea," Mina was smirking the whole time and made an overdramatic hand gestures on the 'hot steamy tea' part as if it was really hot there. All of the other girls laughed at their pink friend, and in all honesty, all of them wanted to hear the shocking news right from the center of attention herself.

Y/n only smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of her neck. She was totally embarassed to talk about her relationship. Her cheeks dusted a slight color of red. She didnt know Bakugou was the type to actually do PDA infront of people. When she asked about it to Bakugou as to why he suddenly kiss her infront of the school, he simply said that she isnt available and making damn sure who she belongs to and vice versa.

"Well??? I wanna hear the whole story, please, please, please, please," Ochaco hugged the side of y/n and plead to her making her hard to deny it any longer.

"Fineeeee," y/n gave in and was now being sat on the couch answering a question after another.

"heyy, who confessed first?" Hagakure asked while shaking the poor girl.

"i-it was- it was him, he- he gave me a sweet letter under my desk one day asking to meet up, and yeah that was our day one," Y/n explained hiding her already red face under her hands. The girls squealed not expecting the sweetness of a certain always angy gremlin.

"Oh my god! When was this?" Hagakure once again shook the poor girl barely containing her own excitement.

"It was the morning after the provisional license," cue another squealing session from the girls.

"Oh my god, thats why you said you had to do something on that day when i asked to go to the dorms together, you were with your sweet boyfriend, right?" Mina smirked while pinching y/n's cheeks resulting in a more red tomato y/n.

"but honestly, what do you even see in that man? Aside from his looks, like seriously?" Kiyoka asked while making a serious face like, she cant quite understand the situation. That question rilled y/n up actually. Now, she was determine to talk.

"Yeah, you had eyes on that angry pomeranian since day one, if im correct?" Mina smirked almost looking like the lenny emoji.

"I mean i could see the handsomeness but other than that, i cant really see anything other than that angry demeanour," Ochaco said while making a confused face, trying to search for anything 'good' about Bakugou.

"No, actually, i wasnt attracted to his looks at first, it was his personality that caught my full attention, he always had a plan in mind, and he knows what he is doing most of time, he was really charming that way and oh god i always get butterflies whenever i see him focusing on what he loves to do, being the hero that he is. He is also undeniaby strong and add up to his flashy quirk, i couldnt be happier to be by his side. Sometimes when he is angry, wait-- sometimes?" Y/n chuckled, followed by the other girls, knowing well that boy was always angry and I mean ALWAYS.

"Yea, when he is angry, i cant help but to actually just go up to him and kiss him, because he looks so cute everytime. I never had thought that him being angry as something bad or anything, I may not know what he really means, but he must have his reasons and i trust him with my whole life. If you ask about what I see in him, im more worried about what he thinks of me, he's wayyy out of my league and it shows-" y/n was suddenly caught mid sentence by a strong voice that she surely knows who it belongs to.

"Dont you dare finish that sentence, babe," In came the hot topic of the night looking awfully attractive with his black tank top and sweatpants.

"You know i love you babe, youre already perfect for me and i would also love to be by your side, and also, you can kiss me now if you want to," he was already infront of the said girl. He swoop the girl in his embrace and slid in a wink knowingly.

Yup, cue the third squealing session and a tomato y/n trying to hide her blushing face underneath her hands, worrying if Bakugou had heard the whole thing but then again it was already out in the open for everyone.

Truth is, the boys were all eavesdropping and occasionally snickered at Bakugou when y/n said something sweet while exposing Bakugou and herself.

Bakugou was actually blushing the entire time and was really happy that his girlfriend thought about him like that. He knows he was already in deep, he promise to himself that he would never try to ruin anything.

#bakugou katsuki #bakugou headcanons #bakugou x y/n #bakugou fluff #bnha #mha x y/n #mha imagines #mha headcanons #mha bakugou #kacchan #boku no hero au #boku no hero x reader #katsuki

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is-that-another-soulmate-au · 4 years

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When Mai went to sleep beside Zuko the first night after the end of the war she thought that she'd have a clear dream for once. But yet again, she was seeing a blurry figure dancing in a clearing between trees, surrounded by flowers. "Zuko, look, I know we've had struggles but, why aren't you clear yet, we're finally together for real and... and the war is over..."

The figure turned to her and what looked like a braid swung around with them. They said nothing but instead faded out as the dream did. She was sent into a dreamless sleep.

That morning when she and Zuko woke they both looked at eachother knowingly for a good minute before Zuko sighed "its not... its not us is it?"

"I guess not," she sighed while getting up

"Im sorry Mai" he sat up to watch her dress herself

She laughed half heartedly "dont be, okay? Look you and I have someone out there for us, and, well, its just not... us" she motioned between the two of them.

"You didn't see them clearly did you?" He asked shyly which caught her off guard

"Who?"

"I saw Sokka"

"Oh..." she paused and then shrugged "I can see it. Send for him and get to snogging. I think I have an idea of who mine might be... but she... she might not..."

"She?" Zuko asked while standing and dressing himself

"I saw a braid"

"You know a lot of guys have braids"

"And pink"

"Guys wear pink"

"She was dancing and twirling"

"Oh... Oh! OH! oh" Zuko winced at his realization "good luck with miss pinky"

Mai laughed and shoved him back onto the bed "and good luck to you with mister boomerang and dad jokes"

"Hey! He's funny, just... go get your girl"

And she did. She raced through the halls and out of the palace, ignoring the staff as she ran, she managed to find Ty Lee before she left with the Kyoshi Warriors and crashed into her, taking her to the ground with her hug.

"Woah Mai, when did you become so affectionate?" Ty Lee said with a blush peaking out of her war paint.

"Stay one more night... please? Or.. or take me with you"

"Hey, wait, did you and Zuko fight? Are you okay?"

"Im... Im more than okay, Ty... have you seen your dreams clearly?" Seeing Ty Lee tense at that she waited for a response

"No... but I know she likes knives and is often times angry" Ty Lee looked up at Suki who just sighed and gave a nod "come with us... come with me?"

"Okay... yeah.."

The first night on the island she slept in her own bed and her dreams were blurry, but the girl now wore green. And she felt more confident for the next night where she convinced Ty Lee to let her share a bed with her.

That night her dream was clear as day, she watched as Ty Lee danced around in the clearing, but she wasn't dancing, she was training. "Ty Lee" Mai said lovingly and watched as Ty Lee turned to her with a grin

"Hi Mai, its so good to see you"

When they both woke up that next morning the were facing eachother. "Its actually you" they both whispered

Mai smiled, actually smiled and glanced at Ty Lee's mirroring smile "may I?"

"You may" Ty Lee said in a soft whisper before they pulled eachother close, crashing into a kiss that felt like spring blossoms and summer rains, like fall fires and winter hugs. Mai swore she experienced an entire year in that very instant. But then they pulled back and she found herself lost in the soft grey clouds within Ty Lee's eyes.

"Do you have training this morning?" Mai asked when she found her ability to speak

"No, not today I dont"

"Sleep in with me?"

"Of course, Im pretty sleepy" Ty Lee yawned and pulles Mai into a tight hug "Im so glad the forest is clear now" she whispered against Mai's shoulder

"So am I Ty... so am I"

And with that they both drifted back off to sleep with smiles on their faces and a future in their hands, a future they got to share hand in hand.

#avatar the last airbender #avatar: the last airbender #mai atla #atla mai #atla mailee #atla ty lee #ty lee atla #ty lee x mai #mai x ty lee #mailee #i will die on my endless soulmate au hill #soulmate alternate universe #soulmates #soulmate #RayMakesSoulmates #dont you just love it when women?

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pyschopathnextdoor · 4 years

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adaptation. the weeknd.

june twenty twenty. all led upto the twenty eighth; not because it's a xo song; but just because. i always loved staying indoors; but the thing was, i liked it alone. but in the last few months; the only time i felt not sorrounded was when i was on the roof playing or stargazing. adaptation; faith; the birds pt 2; i was never there; xo and the host; stargirl interlude; cornfield chase were the favourites of this time period.

humans, by nature are influential. they can influence other humans; and can get influenced too. but there's this thing; influence and manipulation are eerily similar. we can hardly distinguish. the worst part about influence for me is; i can easily be influenced; by myself. and as it turns out, it eventually is manipulation. over the past few years, ive done that several times; at times knowingly, at times not. and that's what i did.

nothing particular happened. no one acted any different than they had before. but i guess some things just don't need triggers. abel's music is emotional; at its core. and i always feel as if i fake my feelings; whether it be love or loyalty. which actually contradicted, because i felt that; so this this real? i don't know. when you don't understand a certain thing, it starts to gain power over you. it did over me too; until a point i wished i felt; felt everything, even pain; because it was humane. abel's music helped me imagine those emotions. the thrill; the rush; the bad decisions turned into pain. and that's why i started convincing myself i have to feel this. was i always this ? i don't know. will i always be this? i don't know either. but what i am now, at present; is something i don't know. i have contradicting feelings towards most of the things. like i can't think singularly now; like im not singular.

the classes were regular. and i was regularly being remembered im doing nothing. but i still didn't act. tests went by; i detereorated. i started loosing patience. i felt angry all the damn time. friends weren't any help as well. their problems would distract me for a while but i eventually did go back to my thoughts. i couldn't let myself believe anymore. i felt something inside me telling me to act in a way i was not sure i wanted to. everything felt out of place. it was the lowest i had felt in a while. the last ten days; it grew worse. i tried to involve myself in doing anything and everything; which can make me think of something else. the way quarantine started, i did nothing academically, but i was productive in a different way. i watched a ton of things; i read a lot of things. but i don't remember watching or reading anything in the whole month leaving a couple of books. days passed so much quicker, than the nights did.

eventually it came. it was a silent night. my sister slept over at my uncle's so i was alone in my room. as the night grew; my mind went blurry. i couldn't stop the voice now. around twelve i guess, i blocked most of my friends. instagram, snapchat, whatsapp, texts, calls; everything. the moment i finished, i stared at my screen. xo and the host was playing. the toxicity was undeniable. i wanted to be toxic. i wanted to hurt people; be the reckless fuckup. wanted to feel all the pain. the rush was unreal. days past; everyone tried contacting, one way or another; which didn't helped my case cause somehow everyone felt this was another one of my attention seeking stunt; not literally but the thought process. the thing is; however bad i think of myself, i always thought not everyone had that perception. but knowing others thought of me the way i did; even if the magnitude was low; cracked me up. every night felt desolating. i started feeling lonely; but missed them too. but i no longer had control. the way i thought of it; to let go, was that it's just part of the grand scheme; feel everything to feel nothing. the funny thing is i always felt like some voice persuaded me to do this. but on second thoughts; what if it's really me. who else can it be? when have i stayed anyways? been scared of commitment since i can remember. the constant fear of messing things up never leaves. the constant need to proove is tiring; even when no one asks. so why not fuck every person that ever cared about me up? stab them; it'll make me feel something? anything? the perception led to me believing i did this under the influence was just a hoax. but it's not like that. i am this. always have been. never not a bird; always a lonely star.

"when the sun comes up, you're searching for a love. so your heart won't lead you to anyone. when the sun goes down, i know what you've become. you've become awake; unlike the rest of us." "it's been a test to see how far a man can go without himself. i think i lost the only piece that held it all in place. now my madness is the only love i let myself embrace; i could've stayed, but i chose the life. i chose the life. then i realised; she might've been the one; i let it go, for a little fun."

//the fall;//

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hobiwonder · 5 years

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daddies’ little princess~

Pairing: grizzly bear Namjoon, polar bear Yoongi, panda Hoseok, puppy taehyung x reader

Genre: flufffffff. hybrid au. daddy!bts. little!reader. human reader

Words: 3k

Warnings: slight swearing. implication of sex. nothing else.

Summary: yoongi yelled at you and now you’re hiding in the closet.

a/n: i combined two ideas from you guys so thank you for that. sorry it took longer bc... it ended up being longer lmao. also writing daddy and littles is new to me and just whole fluff is new to me so i’ll appreciate feedback. :) enjoy my little bubs.

(imagine yoongi there lmao i couldn’t find a gif for all of them)

“y/n?” a light knock outside the closet door that you promptly ignore.

“taehyung?” the puppy hybrid looks over to your pouting face before snuggling in closer to you in the decent sized closet, resting his chin on your shoulder as you glare at the closet door and the line of light that you can see from the slit where the two doors meet to close.

“d-do you think we should l-let them in?”

“no!” your response is instant and biting as the puppy jumps in surprise at your tone before nuzzling even closer to you. But it seems that your angry response had been a tad bit too loud because you can hear another set of footsteps approaching near the closet while the grizzly bear – Namjoon – sighs at your bratty tone. Refusing to get out of the closet.

“y/n? honey? It’s joonie. Baby can you please open the closet door for us?”

Taehyung is pulling back his face that had been buried in your neck, arms holding you tightly around the waist as he cuddled your rigid body to try and calm you down after your spat with Yoongi – the grumpy polar bear hybrid about wanting to get some writing done as a lyricist but you had wanted to colour in the new book he’d gotten you, with taehyung. Instead, after your endless jumps and hops around him trying to coax him to just spend time with you and the puppy – he’d snapped and told you to stop being a brat and listen to him for once.

And being the more sensitive out of all of your boyfriends, your eyes had started to produce tears on their own accord and before you could humiliate yourself even further, you’d taken taehyung’s hand and ran out of his room to the master bedroom closet, locking yourself in with taehyung. The puppy had just held you and started cuddling you as soon as you’d plopped on the floor with a scowl on your face, an angry pout on your lips to keep the tears at bay because of Yoongi snapping at you.

That had been 20 minutes ago until Yoongi had finally found out where you’d been hiding – mostly because of how loudly you’d been telling taehyung that you hated Yoongi! You hated him you hated him you hated him! He loved work more than you! All the while the obedient and docile puppy had just rubbed soothing circles on your back with one hand while the other wiped away the one or two lone angry tears that fell from your eyes. Taehyung was a big cuddler and took the opportunity whenever he saw one. But most of all, he was the other pea to your pod. He was your favourite because he played with you, he loved cuddles as much – some would argue more, and that person would probably be himself – and was an all around soulmate. At least one of them. Because who knew you’d get three more. Two of which were standing outside the closet, pleading with you to get out.

“no! no one likes me so im not coming out!” you were nearly shouting and it only made the puppy hold you tighter, hoping to calm you down.

“that’s not true baby. Yoongi was tired. He’s sorry for upsetting you.” You scoff at Namjoon’s attempt to apologise on behalf of his friend. Of course he would.

“you’re a liar. He hates me!” the tremble in your voice towards the end was evident. Saying the words out loud – that he hated you – really made it real and it dawned on you how foreign the word hate sounded when it came to him. He was sometimes the most affectionate towards everyone and it was hard to say that he hated you.

“y/n? princess? I don’t hate you my love. I was just very tired and I snapped. I’m so very sorry,” the dull ‘thud’ of a head being pressed against the door tells you that he’s leaning against it now. And through the small slit of light, you can just about make out that Namjoon is standing with one hand on his hips while the other is out of your sight.

You were mad, obviously, but moreover; you’d gotten your period today. And of course, the pms was at its worst on the first day as even a slightly raised voice made you want to sob. Thus, you were also sad. The stupid little voices telling you that your daddies didn’t love you.

“y/n?” you’re snapped out of your thoughts when you look over to the side at taehyung’s inquisitive, slightly nervous face – he was sometimes scared by your outbursts since he was still a puppy. “he means it.” He’s nodding at you, as if to say that ‘look, I believe him too.’

It doesn’t make you less angry, but it does make you less sad. Knowing that it was probably your hormones making you think bad thoughts. And suddenly, you were feeling lethargic, falling back in to taehyung’s soft body as he holds you even closer, placing small kisses on your cheeks. “do you want me to open the door now?”

Bringing your hands up to your face as you make little fists, rubbing at your damp eyes to make the annoying tears go away! – you nod slowly. Your tummy was hurting and the anger was wearing off – slowly but surely. And with one kick, taehyung had opened one side of the closet door as Yoongi and Namjoon rush forwards.

“Oh goodness. My baby.” Namjoon is cooing at you when you make a beeline for him instead of Yoongi when he tries to hold you first. But of course, you were still grumpy and went straight for the fluffy grizzly bear hybrid, wrapping your arms and legs around him as he picks you up – slightly swaying on the spot while rubbing your back. Your face is buried in his neck and you know he’s walking you to the living room. The puppy had instead latched on to Yoongi, arms around his waist as he walked with him, following Namjoon out to the main area.

“Bro this is insane. Half time and not one goal-” the panda hybrid’s voice is loud and he’s sitting on the massive couch facing the tv – until he looks behind him, “woah woah woah. What’s happening here.”

“Just a small fight. Nothing much,” Namjoon is nonchalantly shaking his head at Hoseok who’s now stood up from his seat to walk over to Namjoon who had placed you on the kitchen counter. But of course – you’re not in the mood to let this go just yet.

“it wasn’t a small fight!” your lips are trembling when you’ve finally pulled your face from namjoon’s neck which was now slightly damp from your silent tears, “Yoongi daddy hates me.”

All of the men in the room had listened to you in silence until the sob that had broken out from you towards the end while you’d pointed at Yoongi. Simultaneous voices of ‘oh baby’ ‘that’s not true darling’ had rung about around you as tae squeezed his way between you and Namjoon, hugging your stomach to comfort your tiny sobs. All the while, Yoongi stays behind, watching the other hybrids comfort your obviously sour mood.

“he doesn’t hate you y/n. I can guarantee that okay my love?” Hoseok has both his hands around your face that’s swollen with the amount of crying you’d been doing, wiping away each tear that falls before kissing your forehead. And guess what? It makes you cry harder.

“oh god, did I do something?” Hoseok is sounding worried as he pulls back, glaring slightly at the puppy who had – once again – wedged his way in between you and Hoseok and was now hugging you tightly and you returned the embrace. But ever the most caring leader, Namjoon comes to the rescue again from behind the kitchen counter where he’d put a pot on the stove.

“it’s fine. She’s just upset. Let her cry it out,” he nods at Hoseok who now looks less worried than before. In all this ruckus, everyone had but forgotten Yoongi’s slowly retrieving figure- before Namjoon stops him.

“hyung, don’t take it to heart okay? She’s just upset. She knows you love her,” Namjoon is placing a hand on yoongi’s, squeezing tight as he brings him closer – the worry and guilt written all over yoongi’s face.

“yeah but does she?” Namjoon pulls Yoongi in an all out hug now, not missing the scoff from the elder at the affection.

“of course she does you silly bear. Taehyung just told me she got her period today as well. And you know how she gets.” And it’s all finally making sense as yoongi’s mouth turns in to an ‘o’ as everything clicks. Of course he shouldn’t have snapped at you and he has apologised profusely for it. But he’d never gotten this type of reaction before from you. But knowing that you were just not feeling well had him feeling slighter better and worse at the same time. For upsetting you when you were probably having period cramps like you usually did and needed more pampering and caring than usual.

“ah… okay. Should I get the usual then?” Namjoon just smiles at Yoongi knowingly and pats him on the shoulder encouragingly.

“yeah. But don’t count on her to jump on you straight away. You know how stubborn our princess is.” Namjoon’s chuckle maybe teasing but it was definitely true. But still. He loved his little princess.

“that she is.” And then Yoongi is off to the master bedroom to get your favourite stuffie, your snow white binky and your favourite blankie to get ready to make it up to you.

Your tears have now turned in to mellow sniffles while the three men try and cheer you up. Taehyung had still been firmly attached to you until Hoseok had told the puppy to go and set up totoro on the big screen for you while Namjoon finished up with your favourite hot chocolate.

“does it hurt a lot in your tummy?” Hoseok is softly rubbing your stomach while you nod your head animatedly, the pout permanently stuck on your face.

“aw my sweet sweet girl. Let’s get you some Panadol okay?” when hosoek turns away to grab the medicine from the drawer next to the TV, you’re hiccupping again before whimpering – not wanting him to walk away while your arms had stuck out in grabby hands until he’d rushed back to where you sat on the counter top, cuddling you close to his chest. The panda’s fresh, earthy scent always put you at ease and you refused to let him go. So he had to pick you up again, much like how Namjoon had to earlier when he’d picked you off the closet floor, and takes you to the living room before setting you down on the couch.

Hoseok swears he’s turned his back only for a second to grab some of the painkillers and yet – there the puppy was, cuddling you to death. He rolls his eyes but can’t help the smile that appears on his face when taehyung is nuzzling your tummy making the cutest – and your first laugh since The Incident – laugh escape your pretty lips.

“Alrighty! A hot cup of yummy cocoa coming right up ma’am.” You’re smiling softly up at Namjoon as he sets it down in front of you and hands you a glass of water first so you can take the meds.

When Yoongi has returned with all the essentials for a y/n care package, he finds Namjoon placing a soft kiss on your lips before he hands you the hot chocolate mug before taking the puppy and having a seat on one side of the massive couch. Yoongi remembers the day all five of you had gone shopping to find the biggest and comfiest couch you could – just to do exactly what you were all about to do today which was watch your favourite movie. Though he’s sighing – remembering that you being this mad at him never being a part of the plan.

He must have been loud because your head had turned towards where he stood and instantly – your eyes were on the blankie that he was holding. But you were in no mood to ask him for it. Not yet at least. So once again, you’re holding on to Hoseok tight when sits down – pulling you on his lap to cuddle you close to his chest.

“Hyung, come on. The movie is starting.” Namjoon is encouragingly smiling at him and Yoongi can’t help his pride as he walks forward to the couch, taking a seat besides Hoseok. Wanting to see if you’d move away from his lap – and also because that was the only seat left.

But instead of you moving away, you’re completely ignoring him, cuddling in to Hoseok as the movie starts. Not even twenty minutes later in the movie, you’re cuddling further into Hoseok, placing kisses on his neck while he chuckles and playfully tells you to pay attention to the movie in a whisper. Yoongi can’t quite make it out but one thing is for sure. Your mood had changed and you were no longer sad. At least it didn’t look like it. Taehyung has firmly taking a place on Namjoon’s lap, cuddling the grizzly bear while laughing the cutest laughs at each funny part.

“what? You want your blankie? Then go and take it from daddy Yoongi.” Hoseok is slightly louder this time as he tilts his head to the side to tell you to go to Yoongi but you’re being stubborn – like always. Hiding your face in hoseok’s chest again before he pries it away once more after you’d mumbled something that Yoongi couldn’t quite make out.

“no baby. I’m not going to ask him for you. You need to make up with him okay?” you’re pouting and slightly glaring at Hoseok for making you do this, “y/n. don’t make daddy upset.” This time however though, he’s referring to himself. Sighing – exaggeratedly of course – you nod and agree to go to Yoongi. But not before Hoseok has placed a deep open mouth kiss on your lips – tugging a tiny moan out of your mouth before he turns you around to face Yoongi.

Hoping that you’d finally relent, Yoongi is opening his arms towards you, waiting patiently for you to stop glaring at him. And just a few seconds later, your face is softening and you’re almost lunging at Yoongi that he’s pushed back slightly on the couch.

“Oh my sweet darling. I’m so so sorry. Daddy is so sorry.” You’ve buried your face in his chest while he’s whispering the words to you – sweet kisses being placed in your hair. And while you’re both lost in your moment – the rest of the hybrids watch, finally feeling at ease that their princess is no longer upset.

“you were a meany to me daddy.” Yoongi is wrapping you in the blankie while you ramble and vent away at how much he upset you. And when a lone tear escapes your eyes again; his hear clenches.

“I didn’t mean it bug. You’re my love, my biggest priority and daddy will never upset you like that again okay?”

The hesitation is only there for a second before you’re tilting your head back a little to look at him in his beautiful face, “daddy promise?” your voice is so small, the pout still endearingly on your cherub face that Yoongi can’t help but hold the back of your head with one hand – bring yours closer to his until your foreheads rested together before replying.

“daddy promise.” And just like that, the smile that lights up his entire fucking world is back on your face and he feels the weight being lifted off his chest.

“d-daddy…. Can I..” you trail off while Yoongi pays utter attention to what you want to say.

“yes princess? What does baby want?” shyly, your gaze slips to his lips before you look at him in the eyes again.

“i-I wanna…wanna kiss.” He’s trying to hide a smile as he nods, pressing a sweet, chaste kiss to your lips, holding your face gently in his hands but it seems that you have other plans.

“m-more.” You’re dazedly murmuring as he’s tried to pull away before pulling him back in before kissing Yoongi deeply. And he figures, after the day you’d had and how he’d treated you – he could kiss you for a while. So he slips his hands further in your hair, pulling your face even closer as he slips his tongue in your mouth while you let out the sweetest little whimper. And that’s how you spend the next 3 minutes or so. Deeply kissing each other, tongues tangling, little moans escaping your pretty lips – until you start to get handsy and Namjoon reminds Yoongi that you’re on your period.

“princess, daddy can’t right now you know that.” His light scolding has you pulling back with a grumble but your mind is so pleasantly hazy that you don’t care much. Snuggling in to Yoongi while you stretch your legs over Hoseok who instantly starts massaging your feet.

“give her her binky and her stuffie hyung.” Namjoon gestures behind Yoongi where he’d set the stuff on the coffee table.

He slips the binky in your mouth as you instantly latch on, hugging your stuffy tight before settling in to watch the rest of the movie. And that’s how you spend the rest of the night. All of you snuggled on one couch, cuddling each other – especially you – until you’re peacefully asleep between the 3 men – taehyung was now occupying hoseok’s lap while Yoongi shifted you to Namjoon sometime towards the end of the movie when his legs started to fall asleep.

“love you daddy” your sleepy murmur doesn’t go unnoticed when you’re being carried to bed.

“we love you too our little bunny.”

#bts fluff #namjoon fluff #yoongi fluff #hoseok fluff #taehyung fluff #bts x reader #i can't be bothered to tag all #euirbnjuenvjks #drabble

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lavendcr · 4 years

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Fanfic of Elsa & Anna talking about the seperation.

disney kinda threw the seperation in our faces so i decided to write out a little more interation between the sisters about the topic. angst. basically me using this to release my frustration about the ending.

set during the beach scene near the end of Frozen 2.

"A bridge has two sides, and mother had two daughters.."

Elsa looked at her with a timid gaze. She looked as if she wanted to speak, but was holding back, afraid, as she had always been. Anna knew Elsa never spoke her mind, not even revealing her true feelings to her own sister, much to Annas dismay. Sometimes she thought she was too vocal with Elsa, and worried she was on the brink of aggravating her beloved kin. This time, Anna kept quiet, waiting for Elsa's words to finally make themselves known.

She cupped Anna's hands in her delicate, yet frigid, fingers, giving them a squeeze as she uttered the next words Anna longed to hear--

"This is my place, Anna. I need to stay."

Silence.

Anna simply stared at her with a blank expression, not fully taking in the words.

Stay?

"I belong here." Elsa continued, carefully, watching Anna's expression with a hard look, as if worried she would lash out any second now.

Anna couldn't comprehend what Elsa was saying. It was as if someone had thrown all her braincells into a jumble. That sentence had sent her spiraling down the dark part of memory lane, back to their last adventure. Elsa had said the exact same thing when she insisted upon remaining in her ice fortress, wanting to simply exist for the rest of time, alone.

Since then, Anna had grown extremely close to Elsa. They werent alone anymore, Anna had saved Elsa from the torment she felt from her powers. They were each others number one in life, putting each other before themselves. They trusted one another, they looked out for one another--They needed each other.

Or maybe it was one-sided all along.

Finally, this thought focused Anna's gaze onto her sisters angelic form, how etheral her appearance had turned since returning from the sea--riding the water spirit none the less--and everything seemed to suddenly click into place in her brain. Her stomach tightened with dread once she realized what she meant.

"What? No, no, Elsa--You have to come back to Arendelle with me." Anna spoke frantically, tightening her grip on her sisters fingers. Elsa immediately furrowed her brow, recoiling back into herself like she always did when they argued. She kept her shoulders tense as she spoke.

"I'm the connection between the forest and Arendelle, this is my duty." She spoke sternly, the queenly manner she had obtained over the last three years beginning to poke through her goddess like facade.

"But--But what about Arendelle? You're the queen!" Anna exclaimed, shaking her head.

"Well...I think you'd be perfect to take my place."

That stopped Anna dead in her tracks.

Queen of Arendelle?

It felt like all the air had been sucked out of her lungs. Anna never thought she would get to be queen. She always assumed Elsa would be queen until they both died of old age. Anna was content being the princess. She had authority, the respect of her people. She was involved in decision making, she wasnt overlooked or discarded like she had been for so many years. With Elsa as ruler, Anna had a say, but she still had the freedom to do as she pleased. She could enjoy her youth, be free to play, dance, explore. Anna, although she hated to admit it, wasnt the most mature of the royal family. She liked to eat chocolates, write fairytale stories, and bask in the noon-day sun. She wasn't sure she would be able to give up all her freedom for a life of chained responsibility. She loved Arendelle, she loved her subjects, but how could she be expected to become queen so suddenly?

Elsa fit the role better than she ever could.

"Me..? Queen?"

"You'd make a wonderful one."

"I..I can't! Im not ready!"

"You are. Look what you did for your people today. You have the heart of a true queen."

"I can't!" She repeated, harsher.

"I know you have this in you. You are wise beyond your years, determined to do whats right, and so very loyal."

"No!" Anna shouted. Elsa stared at her with wide eyes. It seemed that every sound in the forest had silenced after her outburst.

Elsa sighed, bringing her hands up to rest on Anna's shoulders. She didn't feel as cold as she usually did, her hands felt soft against Annas collarbone, and the presence of her sisters hands gave her comfort, but it couldnt stop the resentment from bubbling inside her chest--the anger she felt for her sister springing this on her--the terror she had deep down.

"Anna." She said quietly, looking down at her sibling with a soft expression, one that knew of Anna's true concerns, what was truly in her heart.

"I can't..." Anna mouthed, staring up at her. She had never felt so small in her life.

Anna couldnt stop the tears from forming in her eyes, obscuring her vision. Elsa was just a hazy blur of white at this point.

"Not without you."

Elsa nodded knowingly. She knew all along what Anna truly felt. She knew Anna like the back of her hand, she knew every worry--every thought that invaded her mind. She could guess everything Anna was thinking. It was a part of the unique bond they shared.

The thought of that bond being taken away, the thought of Anna being alone again, the thought of that big empty building with nothing but reminders of what once was...

That was enough to make Anna break. Just like she had when she assumed Elsa was dead.

Sure, she had Kristoff, but nothing could mend the loss of family. It just wasnt the same. It felt like Anna was losing half of her identity. Her sister was a part of her.

"I will always be there for you." Elsa said quietly, pressing her forehead against Anna's, trying to show Anna how close they were, how she was still there, she was real.

Anna began to sob, pressing her hand against her mouth to stifle the sound. This was all too much, too fast. She felt like she was experiencing an entire lifetime of events in an instant and she didnt know how to handle it.

"Its only a short ride away. Arendelle is so close, and--" Elsa's words were cut off but a loud wail from Anna. She didn't attempt to continue, knowing she could possibly make things worse. Instead, she moved her head to rest on Annas shoulder.

"Im here." Elsa continued, wrapping her hands around Anna's waist in a tight embrace.

Anna let it happen, but she did nothing to return the gesture. Anna was angry. She was angry at the voice that had drawn Elsa away. She was angry that her sister had been turned into one of the spirits. She was angry that they would be seperated. She was angry everything was changing.

But she also knew Elsa's heart.

Anna knew the struggle she had been through, the evolution of her powers. She knew how much Elsa had to hide, had to fear, had to hate herself. She knew that this is what Elsa wanted. All she wanted was to be free. To finally be free.

So, Anna let her hand drop. She hugged her sister, and she told her what she needed to hear.

"We'll see each other soon."

She could feel Elsa smiling, the way her cheeks tightened against Anna's hair. She could feel the icy frost of Elsas fingertips tingling against her back.

Anna was glad Elsa was happy. She was glad Elsa would be free. She was happy for her, and the journey of self-discovery she had been on. She was glad Elsa found herself.

But Anna never felt more lost.

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deepclaw · 5 years

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Hiya, Transformers artists, I'm looking to commission somebody for Transformers Prime fanart?

I am looking for someone comfortable with Transformer Prime style character art who would be interested in 'upgrading' a childhood fave into a sleek modern look. Like, if this character had shown up in TFP what would he look like? Like that.

If you are such an artist, or know someone with Commissions OPEN (i keep finding people who say they're closed so I'd like help), please let me know!

What character, you might wonder?

Okay, bear with me because this is not a popular show.

Beast Machines was the first Transformers continuity show I ever knowingly consumed. I must have been 9 or so. Beast Wars was still airing but it was not at a time slot I could watch often. Im sure I watched it before BM and I know i saw most of Reboot. But I would not truly appreciate Beast Wars, or understand why people didn't like it, until I rediscovered BW in high school. (That's a fun story that involves Pirates of the Caribbean 2. Lolol)

That said, I absolutely LOVED Beast Machines. I get why it's mostly forgotten and i have big issues with the show myself but, boy oh boy, it was my favorite saturday morning cartoon - EVEN with Batman and Pokemon and other stuff at the time (about 1999 and 2000). And to this day I believe there were some cool plots and themes and character development going on there that probably would have succeeded a whole lot more if it wasn't a continuation of Beast Wars. But it also introduced some sweet new characters.

Now I love me my Maximals and Autobots. But my faves tend to be villains.

And if there was anything BM did right it was its Vehicon Generals. Thrust was great and deserves more attention, Obsidian was pretty cool, Tankor had an interesting if short lived plot, but ooooohhhhhhhHHHHHH....

Jetstorm and Strika took the cake.

These days, Jetstorm is fondly remembered as one of the twin Autobot jets in TFA people loved for some reason (never got the craze honestly), or the cute minicon in RiD 2015 (i like him too!). But in Beast Machines he was a sinister, very talkative loud mouth of a baddie with a surprisingly feminine figure (i had never seen anyone like him before that wasnt feminine coded) and overall kick aft hover-based legless design. He ENJOYED hunting the good guys (a true Seeker, really), had a bit of a temper on him, and sort of flipped the tables for me on the delicate light-armored flying type being cowardly, sneaky, or easy to take down. Nope!

Jetstorm was all in, all the time, over the top and smart to boot. I mean, of course the Maximals were going to win their encounters, but Jetstorm could take a beating and was relentless.

Even better, he was INTERESTING. He had a secret tie to the Maximals that, once revealed, became a subplot that was explored quite a bit before it ended for me. (One of the first cartoon based heartbreaks of my childhood).

His voice acting? Brian Drummond put every effort into playing a villain who was emotionally volatile and barbed, and yet at least a few times softened just a tad. He pulled that off well. And I love me a villain with unique vocal style. His sports host enthusiasm was frequently punctuated with angry Vegeta yelling, and I love Vegeta yelling. Lol

Jetstorm delivered the first cross show reference line to Pokemon i had ever heard (he said gotta catch em all referring to the Maximals and my child mind was like whaaaaa they can do that!?). He had fun exchanges with the heroes I enjoy at age 29 as much as i did then. (At some point he tells the Maximals to move, Cheetor yells make me!, and Jetstorm shrugs and charmingly just says, "M'kay!" and starts shooting at them. Lol)

Sigh... I loved this guy and have sadly never seen him again. T_T

Strika... well this post is long enough but she was also a first for me. In appearance and behavior she was completely a surprise, and to my child mind i was delighted to see a tough, blocky female TANK be a General. I would love to commission art of what she might have looked like in the Prime universe in the future!

And therefore, because I've been daydreaming up a storm over TFP lately (I still obsess over this show this many years later!!) I'd like someone to draw the TFP versions of these two. Jetstorm, to start with.

Now, I am an artist myself but between spending hours feeling dissatisfied with my own hands or paying someone with more experience drawing Cybertronians... well, I'd like to shop around first. XD

So if you got time and a slot, or if you know someone looking for business, please let me know!

#transformers prime #tfp #transformers #maccaddam #macaddam #which one is it #beast wars #beast machines #jetstorm #strika #robot art

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frywen-babbles · 5 years

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Sounds of Silence pt6

"They shouldn't send you messages like that. You've done nothing wrong."

"It's okay. It'll die out soon enough when they realise I won't make any of this public. I just want to move on with my life." She shoved some cake into her mouth before she continued. "Enough about me. How have you been?"

"Studying," he replied before he thought of something. "I'll visit mother tomorrow... I thought... maybe you'd..."

"I'd love to come. Just tell me when and where and I'll be there."

He nodded in response and took a sip of his tea. Why was the situation suddenly so... awkward. What did people talk about in dates... non-dates anyway?

"Um... What's the new job you got?"

"The same old. Shelving in a grocery store, just in a different one than before."

"That must be... interesting."

"Please, it's boring as fuck. But it's a job."

Mitsunari regarded her carefully. Once she had talked about wanting to become a teacher and he couldn't but wonder what had become of those dreams. Now she seemed content at working in a grocery store, her dreams seemingly forgotten. Not that there was anything wrong with that, but he remembered how fondly she had talked about her dream. Had she given up on it completely? She wouldn't, would she? He worked so hard to achieve his dream and proving himself it seemed almost unthinkable someone would just give up.

"Earth to Manju-boy, are you even paying attention to me?" Mitsunari was woken from his thoughts when she tapped his arm gently.

"Just thinking about my studies."

"How are they going anyways?"

*****

Miraculously, their non-date had ended well and way less awkwardly than he had feared. They had ended up talking about his studies for way longer than he had planned, but she hadn't seemed to mind.

He was just about to go to sleep when his phone blinged with a message.

She didn't reply so he put his phone down and closed his eyes ready to sleep. But just as he had drifted off his phone blinged with a new message waking him up.

***

The next day he waited for her in front of the hospital. He had come way too early so his thoughts turned into the previous day and to his... non-date. She had looked very pretty. Beautiful. He looked at his watch when he felt a light tap on his arm and turned around to find her standing next to him.

"Are you sure you want to come?" he asked.

"Of course! I wouldn't have said yes if I didn't want to."

Mitsunari sneaked into the first bathroom in the ward and a moment later when he emerged he expected her to laugh or... something. Instead, she looked at him earnestly, her expression serious.

"Are you ready?" she asked before she reached to straighten out a hair on his wig. He gave a firm nod before he headed out towards his mother's room.

"Mitsunari!" He stopped when he heard his name and sighed before he turned around to greet one of the nurses. "I see you brought your girlfriend today, how nice of you. Why haven't you told us before you have a girlfriend?" the nurse winked at him and he resisted the urge to either roll his eyes or facepalm.

"We're friends," he said at the same time she bowed.

"Thank you for taking care of Mitsunari," she said aloud. It was the first time Mitsunari had heard her speak. He missed completely when she introduced herself, his mind focused only on the sound of her voice, on the way she slowly pronounced each word, on the melody of her voice and he couldn't help but want to hear her voice again and again. He wanted to hear what she sounded like when she was happy, when she was excited, when she was sad. He felt selfish in his want, but still, he wanted her to show all sides of herself to him.

Mitsunari tugged on her arm and bowed to the nurse, repeating his earlier words of them being just friends, but it didn't wipe the knowing smile from the nurse's lips.

Just when he was about to knock on the door of his mother's room, he felt her take a hold of his hand and give it a firm squeeze. He held her hand a bit tighter too and knocked on the door.

"Mother? It's me, Saki."

"Saki! My beautiful, darling Saki!" He heard her voice before he saw her.

"Mother, I brought a friend with me." He stepped inside and gently pulled her in with him and introduced her.

"It is nice to meet you, Mrs Ishida." She bowed and his mother beamed at them. He didn't even remember when he had seen her looking so happy.

"I'm so happy Saki brought a friend with her! Come here, sit." His mother patted the bed beside her. She glanced at him and when he nodded she sat beside her.

"Thank you."

She paid close attention to his mother, turning every now and then to him for clarification. He felt like his mother recited every embarrassing thing he had ever done, his face burning hot with embarrassment under the makeup. A small (well, a big) consolation was hearing her laugh aloud, something he hadn't heard since the day after he had rescued her from her ex.

When his mother started to look tired he got up and nudged her arm.

"I think we should go now, mother. I'll come back soon."

"Please bring your lovely friend again too! It warms my heart to know you have such a good friend."

"I'll have to ask her..." he mumbled giving his mother a hug.

When he took her hand to lead her outside he could feel her hand tremble. He glanced at her, but her expression was a calm, calculated mask. As soon as they were outside of the door he let go of her hand.

"Your hands are trembling."

"You're imagining things," she replied with a smile which didn't quite reach her eyes.

"But-" he started, but was cut off when she turned away from him.

"Excuse me..." she hurried to the nearest bathroom leaving him to stare after her. He was still staring at the door when she emerged a moment later her eyes red and puffy.

“Sorry...” she forced a smile and as much as he wanted to ask, he decided not to pry was probably the best option.

“I’ll go change. We could... You could come for tea... if you want.” How did people ask others to hang out? It was apparent he was terrible at it.

“I’d love to.” This time the smile she gave him was genuine.

Their trip at his place was mostly filled with comfortable silence. She leaned against his shoulder on the train, dozing off every now and then. He concluded she must be tired but didn’t want to pry the reason why. She would tell him if she wanted to.

When they reached his apartment, Hideyoshi was already there, half asleep watching YouTube videos in the living room.

“Oh, heeey... I didn’t think you’d be back yet, you okay?” he mumbled waving his hand at his general direction without turning around.

“We came to make some food.”

“We? I thought you went to- oh hi!” Hideyoshi turned around to look at them and as soon as he saw her he waved at them awkwardly.

He laid over the handrest of the sofa looking at them while they unloaded the groceries and prepared the food.

Mitsunari sighed and turned to look at Hideyoshi, who had a bright smile on his lips as soon as he looked at him. “Do you want something? If you don’t, stop staring like a starved puppy. The mutt next door does a good enough job on that already without your help.”

"I thought you'd never ask me to join! It smells so good."

Hideyoshi made the table and they sat down to eat.

"So, what were you up today?" Hideyoshi asked filling his bowl with food.

"None of your business."

"So it was a secret date!"

Mitsunari was just about to reply when she coughed and reached for a glass of water her face starting to turn an adorable shade of red.

"Are you okay?" he asked her when she managed to gulp down some water her face still bright red.

"Why does Monkey think we went on a secret date?"

Mitsunari felt his cheeks start to burn out of embarrassment too, her embarrassment only increasing his own.

"I don't know! Stop inventing stupid nicknames to my friends."

"Shut it Manju-boy! You better tell Monkey-boy he has it all wrong. We are friends, nothing else."

Mitsunari translated her words to Hideyoshi who had been grinning knowingly at their mutual blushing, but he couldn't help the pang in his heart at her flat out refusal of them being on a date.

It must be so terrible to her to even think him as a man after what she had seen of him today. After all, she knew of him.

She would never see him in any other way than as a friend and realising that hurt way more than he thought it would. It hurt so much for a while he couldn't even think straight, yet alone be a part of the conversation.

"Mitsunari, did you hear what I said?" Hideyoshi's words brought him back to himself and when he glanced at her, even she was staring at him with a small frown between her (very beautiful) brows.

"No, my mind was elsewhere."

"In the gutter, I imagine?" Hideyoshi winked at him but all he could do was roll his eyes.

"You had *something* to say, so spit it out."

"Um, yeah, Nobu wants us to go play Wii next Sunday, why don't you two come too?"

"And he expects us just happily spend a Sunday dealing with utter torture?"

"There will be free food! Nothing beats free food."

"Fine..." he grumbled and turned to her, but her eyes were already sparkling. "A friend of ours wants us to go play Wii at his place on Sunday. Do you want to come?"

"Only if I get the promised free food you were talking about!"

***

The next Sunday they found themselves in front of a grand downtown building where Nobunaga's personal apartment was. She was staring at it her mouth agape.

"Your friend lives here?"

"Yeah."

"Wow..."

She held onto his sleeve when they entered the building, her eyes wide at the sight of the doorman and the security.

When the doors opened at the top floor she was stunned. He had to nearly drag her forward to meet their host.

Not that that went any better. As soon as she saw Nobunaga, she yanked at his sleeve until he was sure it would rip off.

"That's- that's O-da No-bu-na-ga!"

"I know. Now stop pulling my sleeve!"

"But... how?"

"Blame Hi-de-yo-shi, he always wants to drag me along..."

"Wait how does Monkey know him?"

He was about to reply when Nobunaga seemed to get bored of not being a part of the conversation.

"The least you could do was to introduce her."

As soon has he had managed to introduce her, Hideyoshi, who had come at the same time with them leant towards Nobunaga with a conspirational grin.

"You know, she's Mitsunari's 'special friend'"

"Oh, is she now?" Nobunaga had an amused smile on his lips when he eyed her.

"Stop making it sound so dirty," he huffed at them and took her hand to lead her away from the two men determined to misunderstand their relationship.

They found Hanbei huddled at a corner already, his nose deep in a book. He didn't pay any attention to them so they sat on the sofa next to him. She was tense, eying her surroundings like a caged animal before she turned to him.

"Just... how? You do know he's very famous, right?"

"Yes. But Hi-de-yo-shi keeps dragging me along every time..."

"You're playing Wii with the famous O-da No-bu-na-ga..." she repeated it to herself as if to make sure she understood correctly. Suddenly, she lifted her head and grasped his arm. "How did he know who I was?"

"It was him who offered to let you stay in the guestroom in the house. It's only used when someone in the Oda family has important guests over."

"Wait what? I thought that was where miss Oichi lives?"

"No, she was just staying over so you wouldn't have to be alone."

She buried her head in her hands for a while before she looked at him again, a hints of despair in her expression.

"How can I ever repay them?"

"You don't have to. Everyone wanted to help."

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

Even though it ate him alive he’d had to ask for their help there was no way he would tell her that. He would repay them as soon as possible.

The atmosphere relaxed as more people showed up. She didn’t leave his side until her gaze shifted to all of the snacks Nobunaga had brought out.

"What a nasty little piggy you have found for yourself."

There were people he’d be glad if he never had to see ever again. Tokugawa Ieyasu was one of them. Even the existence of him made Mitsunari’s skin crawl with disgust, let alone hearing whatever hideous thing he had to say. Why Nobunaga kept inviting the man was beyond him.

"Shut your mouth, filthy tanuki!" he spat back at Ieyasu, his eyes on her. She kept happily showing a snack after snack into her mouth until she glanced at him.

She froze, her eyes travelling from him to Hideyoshi and back at him.

"What happened?"

"It's nothing."

"Why won't you tell me?" She looked around the room, at everyone staring at them and she shrank back, averting her eyes to the floor. She made a quick bow and fled the room.

He followed her to the entrance hall, where she was desperately hitting the button to call the elevator, her face turned away from him so he couldn't see her expression. She cast a quick glance at him before she averted her eyes again and dug out her phone.

The doors slid open and she took a step towards the elevator, but he took a hold of her arm to stop her. He needed... wanted to know what was wrong with her. Why did she suddenly decide to run away from him.

She froze, standing completely still. He slowly let go of her arm and she quickly hugged herself. He was at loss at what to do. He followed her to the elevator, but she kept her eyes on the door, completely ignoring his presence.

Had he done something wrong? If he had, he had no idea what it might be or why had she reacted the way she had.

When they reached the ground floor he followed her out of the elevator but reached for her arm again, this time just to gently touch her. She turned to look at him, tears glistening on her cheeks, but she quickly wiped them away, her lips pursed to stop the quiver of her lower lip.

"What happened?" he asked. She took her phone and fiddled with it for a moment and soon he heard his phone alert him of a new message.

She turned around to walk out of the door, but he reached for her again.

"What do you mean? Explain." She was just about to look at her phone again when he tapped on her arm again. "Talk to me."

She turned her head away from him and he was just about to reach for her arm again when the security guard interrupted them.

"Is everything alrigh, miss?" he asked. She jumped a bit and looked at his face, a small frown between her brows.

"...sorry...?" she whispered.

"Is everything alright, miss? Is this man bothering you? Do you need a taxi to get you home?"

"Thank you, we're fine," Mitsunari interrupted.

"I was talking to the young lady, sir." The security guard gave him a stern look. She looked from him to the security guard, her expression guarded.

"...fine... no... taxi..." she mumbled.

"Could we talk somewhere a bit more private?" Mitsunari asked the security guard, who pointed them at a bench at the side of the entrance hall, hidden from the view by a large plant. He guided her to sit down and sat next to her touching her hand gently to get her to look at him.

"Talk to me, please?"

"This... everything was a bad idea. I should have listened to Yoshi, I’ll never fit in..."

@masamunesmistress @han-pan @you-mass-effect-my-dragon-age @honeybeelily @dreamfar628

#slbp #slbp fanfic #ishida mitsunari #toyotomi hideyoshi #voltage fanfic #frywen writes #sounds of silence fic

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wonkookiemon · 6 years

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Good Ol’Fashion Fuck (Taehyung x Reader)

MEMBER: TAEHYUNG

WORD COUNT: 3796

WARNINGS: mature content, mature language, sexual content, oral play, mild (sexual) violence so please if you are not about it don't read it, cum play, marking kink.

a/n: THIS STORY IS EXACTLY WHAT THE TITLE STATES.

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a/N: read at your own risk cus im sparing no one XD

Horny. That's what you were at this point, horny as hell and nothing seemed to be helping. Being the player that you were you had a couple guys to choose from but not a single guy can give you what you need. They were all either vanilla or none of them knew what they were doing.

So in destress you went to the only person who might know how to solve your dilemma. Your old roommate Katya. She was by far the craziest person you know and she knew just about everybody.

“Talk to me Kiska” Katya cooed lovingly. She always knew how to make you feel loved and adored when you were with her.

“I need that good dick Katya and the guys I’m talking to right aren’t cutting it for me.” She nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

“I need a man who knows what he’s doing. I’m tired of coaching a guy into pleasuring my body, its just so tiring Katya.” you groaned sinking deeper into the couch.

“I’ll tell vyou vwhat, I know a guy-he owes me a favor so it will be free of charge”

“Wait what” you laughed getting up.

“Lets just say he knows exactly vwhat hez doing, you’ll love him Kiska”

“Are you sure?” you asked tilting your head skeptically.

“Have I ever steered you wrong Kiska?” she smirked.

“I can’t recall” You smiled back. “You’re the fucking best Kat”, you got up and tackled her with kisses.

“So where did I leave off” she asked after you settled down into her lap.

“oooh! Oh, uh-He tied your wrist to the head board” you nodded.

“Right! and after that he shoved a gag in my mouth telling me I talked to much-”

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After you spent the day with Katya she let you know on your way out that her friend agreed to the favor and he should be calling you within the next couple of hours to set everything up. It was now or never and there was no room to be ashamed of how desperate you were to be fucked at this point.

It was around nine o’clock and he still hasn't called you making you worry if this was actually going to happen tonight. That was until your phone ringed as you were eating your dinner.

Swallowing what was in your mouth you sat up straight and answered the call.

“Hello?” you said unsure but still trying to appear confident.

“Are you alone right now?” his voice low and timbre.

“ye-yeah I’m alone right now.”

“Your place or mine” he asked.

“Mine” you said without thinking.

“Okay, are you on birth control?”

“yes, do you use condoms?”

“Always” he husked out.

“My rules are simple, I know that since you are Katya’s friend you know what she’s about-” you nodded your head but realized he couldn't see you,” yes I do”

“So you can take everything I dish out. You will listen and obey. As far as my preferences go I don’t have any but remember this night is about you. I want you to pamper yourself, take a bath, you don’t shave cus I don't care. Put on something sexy for me, I want to see your body, and I want your hair behind your shoulders so I can see that pretty neck of yours is all I ask from you. Do I make myself clear?” He said with a tone full of authority and power. You were just wet hearing this man talk. you didn’t even notice the whimper that escaped your lips until the line went silent. Shit.

“Fuck.” he cursed.

“I’m sorry I jus-”

“Don’t worry princess i’ll take good care of you” he cooed softly.

“I’ll send you the address”

“-Its Taehyung by the way”

“uh- what?”

“My names Taehyung” He said confidently.

“Taehyung?” you repeated slowly.

“Just so you know who's name to scream.” you could practically hear the smirk that was on his face.

Ending the call you go up unable to finish the rest of your food you scrapped the rest in the trash and washed your dish before heading to your room. You couldn't believe this was happening. Katya is a fucking G.

Following each instruction you looked at yourself in the mirror in awe. Your outfit screamed fuck me, starting with your matching red lace bra and panty set to the see through black cami you wore over it. Finishing the look off you added tear drop diamond earings and made sure your hair was pushed back and over your shoulders.

It was now eleven o’clock so you made your way over to the living room couch to wait for his arrival. Wasn't long before you herd a knock at your door. Doubts immediately raced through your mind as you though of all the ways this could go wrong for you. ‘what if he was ugly, what if it was a scam, what if he didn’t-”

You opened the door silencing your thoughts and there was absolutely nothing that could have prepared you for the sight.

Taehyung stood towering over your small frame. His hair long and in a beautiful mess that hung over his brown eyes and flowed down to the end of his neck. Which drew your attention to his structured jaw and sculpted nose and his plush lips. He looked just as edible in his loose fitted dress pants and exotic button up.

“Are you gonna keep staring or are you going to let me in?” Taehyung smirked.

“Oh? Sorry” you laughed nervously. Stepping out the way you watched him as he went past the frame and into your house. Looking over his shoulder he smiled before taking off his shoes and placing them next to the shoe wrack.

“Thank you, most people think its for fun display”

“I totally get it” Taehyung said while looking around your house.

“Would you like anything to drink” You asked walking over to the kitchen.

“Bring to glasses of water to your bedroom, I’ll met you there” You could tell by his tone that he wasn't asking you to do this but he was commanding you to. You then thought of the words he said to you over the phone. ‘Listen and obey”.

Making your way to your room with two glasses of water you froze when you caught a glimpse of Taehyung standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed and his eyes dark with arousal. Quickly you went in and placed the glasses on the bedside table and made your way back in front of him.

You stared at your feet out of respect for his authority.

“Good girl” He praised making your heart swell.

“Mhmm you like being called my good girl don't you?” Taehyung spoke softly. His hand caressed your cheek affectionately.

“Yes sir I do” you answered confidently.

“Who trained you” he asked taking your chin and lifting it up so you could meet his gaze.

“Uh, no one sir” you breathed out.

“You know what I am?”

“Yes, sir I do”

“Kneel”

You dropped to your knees and awaited his next command. Your heart was basically beating out of your chest at the sexual anticipation that clued through your brain.

“Mhmm so pretty kneeling at my feet” Taehyung smiled while kneading his fingers in your hair.

“What's you’re safe word?” He asked letting go of your hair.

“Blue”

“Take off my pants” Taehyung ordered. You’ve never been more excited to follow each command given.

Jumping at the task you scooted closer and let your hands graze over his thighs earning you as soft moan from his lips. Inching your hands to his crotch, looking up you made sure to look up at Taehyung who in return looked at you with his half lidded gaze. Your bottom lip caught in your mouth at how sexy he looked from this angle. Keeping eye contact you took his belt from the loops of his pants and proceeded to undo the zipper on his pants.

Wanting to take in the sight you broke your gaze and proceeded to look down at the angry bulge pulsating through his tight briefs. Licking your soft lips you hooked your fingers on either side of his briefs and slowly pulled down the fabric. You watched in awe as you caught the sight of his full length, you couldn't help the whine that escaped your lips when you saw how big and engorged the head of his cock was.

Surprising yourself you licked a longs strip on the underside of his cock and wrapped your tongue around his leaking head.

“Fuck you’re soo dirty” Taehyung choked out.

Finding no use for teasing, knowing you needed to please him in order for him to give you what you needed. You took him fully in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down before pulling off using your hands to spread the moisture from your mouth down the length of his cock. Looking at him once more he looked down at you looking pissed as fuck.

“Hands behind your back” He growled hitting your cheek with the palm of his soft hands.

“Did I do something wrong” you asked panicked.

“Who told you to fucking speak?” Taehyung growled making you shut your mouth quickly.

“Open that smart mouth of yours”

Following his instruction you slowly opened your mouth, only for it to be filled as Taehyung harshly thrusted his length down your throat causing you to gag. You looked up at him with water eyes as he continued to abuse your throat with is head hung back in pleasure. He kept letting out these animalistic growls and grunts each time you hollowed your cheeks. With a pop he wrapped his hands around his cock and stroked it over your flushed face.

“Get on your back” Taehyung spoke pointing to the bed.

Doing as you were told you brought your body to the headboard of your bed and waited for his next command.

Curiously you watched as he picked up a brief case and set I on the bed. You almost opened your mouth to ask but Taehyung glared in your direction as if to warn you to keep your mouth shut. He pulled out one of the biggest vibrators you’ve ever seen and he placed It on the bed. Surely he didn't think you were dumb enough to use something that he used on other women. You were just about ready to say your safe word till he spoke up.

“I just bought it before I came here kitten no need to worry, I have the receipt” He smirked knowingly. Nodding your head for him to continue you watched as he put the briefcase down on the floor and got on the bed. His body hovering over you as he took the time to look at you up and down.

“Mine” Taehyung growled looking into your eyes possessively. You could feel your vagina soak at the statement. Your whole body arched up inviting him to touch you were you needed the most.

“Tell me what you want” he husked out.

“Please touch me” You begged shamelessly.

“You’ve been such a good girl so far, I’ll give you what you want this time but if you cum without permission that will be your last orgasm for the night. You need to earn this dick” Taehyung looked straight into your eyes as he said this with a smirk. His hand began to trail from your hips down to the inside of your wet thighs.

“The fact that you got so wet just from sucking me off makes me want to fuck you.”

You gasped when his slender hands ran up and down your slick folds. The sensual caress drove you insane and you couldn't hold back the sounds coming from your flushed lips.

Taehyung continued his ministrations slowly adding one finger knuckle deep inside your tight pussy. Your needy body practically sucked his finger straight in as if one wasn't enough. Your hips met the thrust of his finger searching for more friction making him chuckle at how desperate you were.

Again giving you more Taehyung added two more of his fingers completely filling you up. Grabbing his wrist in shock you looked up at him as his began to pick up the pace. “Oh gawd” You screamed when he continued to hit your g-spot, your body sank back into the sheets and your eyes rolling to the back of your head in pleasure.

“Please more” you found yourself screaming out unable to hold back your greedy lust filled desires. The pleasure was taking over you and your body was now aware of everything that was going on, from Taehyungs sexy concentrated look as he watched his fingers pleasure you with his hair hung over his dark eyes, to the pool of arousal that covered your thighs and his fingers. Your hear was beating so fast you could practically feel it in your throat. You wanted to cum- No you needed to cum that it took every bone in your body to keep you from doing so.

“Let me cum” you yelled out.

“Ask nicely you bitch” Taehyung growled and before you know it your body completely started to spaz out. Taehyung was fingering you with one hand and with the other he placed the rotating vibrator to your swollen clit. Your body tried to move away from the oversimulation he was giving you but he held your body down with his thighs, making sure you had no way of escaping.

Putting all pride aside you looked up at Taehyungs heated gaze, “Please let me cum Sir”

Tilting his head to the side observing the way you squirmed and moaned because of the pleasure he was giving you made him nearly bust in his pants. How could he not grant you your orgasm?

“Cum”

Your whole body shook at the power of pleasure coursing through your body. Your pussy gripped tightly around Taehyungs fingers as he let your ride out your orgasm. He took his hands out and slowly rubbed the vibrator over your abused pussy. It was probably the most hottest thing you’ve ever seen when he stopped his actions to suck the mess you made on his hands.

“Mhmm fuck you taste good.” he groaned smiling. Still in the aftershock of your orgasm you could barely move let alone form a complete thought, all you could do was look at him in awe.

“Drink all of your water, I want you face down ass up by the time I get back” Taehyung smacked your pussy possessively making you squirm.

Taehyung then left your room and you did the best you did to crawl over your bedside where you placed the two cups. Your body ached deliciously as your swallowed down the water. As you regained consciousness you started to think of where Taehyung went in your apartment. He could honestly rob you for all you cared with the orgasm he just gave you. This man could take anything he wants. You chuckled to yourself at your ludicrous thoughts.

“What's soo funny?” Taehyung came in with a hidden smile.

“Oh-uh nothing” You smiled back at him in the position.

“Face forward” Taehyung wiped the smile off his face and replaced it with a dark yet blank expression.

All laughs aside you faced forward sighing as you felt his warm hands caress the globes of your ass, trailing up to the arch of your lower back he stopped when his hand reached your neck.

“Such a beautiful body” he murmured to himself. Gripping your neck he pulled your body up till your back was pressed against his chest and his hard cock against your ass.

“This is just you and me now baby, I want to feel every inch of your body. You have my permission”

“Your permission to do what Taehyung?” you asked knowing the scene you did before was well over.

“To cum as many times as you want cus I’m not going to stop fucking you. Not even if you beg me to.” He said darkly into your ear before he slowly entered you. Gripping your throat tightly Taehyung waited patiently as you adjusted to the size of his cock. Taehyung pushed himself further up going balls deep inside your pussy, the stretch hurt yet through the pain you couldn't help but be turned on.

“You can move” You choked out.

Moving his hands from your throat Taehyung grasped your hips and began to thrust slowly into you. The friction of his warm hard cock rubbing the insides of your walls caused ripples of pleasure to go though your body. Your back arched into his the quicker his pace got and his thrust were no longer gentle.

“Fuck, you feel so good” Taehyung moaned into your neck. His lips sucking bruises into your soft skin. All that came from your lips were the soft moans and whines of pleasure. The louder you got the harder he fucked you. By now you could barely hold yourself up right, sensing this Taehyung lowered your body. Steadying himself he held onto your hips and continued to thrust. At this angle he was able to go even deeper in your heat making him moan at the way your pussy gripped him tightly.

Wanting to hit a new angle Taehyung flipped you over while still being fully buried in you, raised both your legs till they were over his broad shoulders. He began hitting your g-spot over and over with no mercy giving you your second orgasm of the night.

“Ohhh shitt that's it” Taehyung cried out as he came hard. His head dropped into the crook of your neck biting hard as he rode out his orgasm.

Pulling out Taehyung slide out of the condom and threw it in the bin beside your bed. He grabbed another condom from the bedside and ripped it open with his teeth before placing it on his still very erect cock.

“How are you still soo hard?” you asked amazed looking at him through heavy lids.

“I haven't had sex in a while” Taehyung shrugged crawling over to you. He switched positions so that you hovered over his built frame.

“How long is a while” peered at him observing his handsome face.

“two months” Taehyung bit his lower lips unconsciously. Your eyes traveled to his plump pink lips then back up to his eyes where he met your gaze. You lowered your head to hover your lips over his.

“Round three?” You whispered over his lips. Without words he thrusted into you gripping the back of your neck and hips. The slow grind rhythm the two of you created simultaneously moving your bodies together was pushing his cock deeper and deeper. You honestly didn't think you could cum another time, the over simulation caused such a painful build up your body collapsed over Taehyung who took over but grabbing your hips and rolling them over his hard cock.

‘Taehyung I don’t think I can-” You panted into his sweaty chest.

“Yes-you-can” he thrusted faster and pushed his hand in between your bodies and rubbed your abused clit till you screamed in his chest.

“Taehyung” you moaned in blissful agony.

“That's is, cum all over my cock” He growled. Your vision blurred your body came undone shaking at the force of your orgasm. You didn't even notice Taehyung cum again till you came to and saw Taehyung throw his head back in pleasure as he moaned your name over and over. It was by far the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. When he came too a lazy smirk came over his handsome flushed face.

“you’re fucking amazing” Taehyung closed his eyes. He looked so content considering the fact that he was still inside you. “I don't think I can move, if I’m being honest with you.”

“Mhmmm look at the mess you made” Taehyung opened his eyes and glanced down between you.

Gathering up strength you looked down and gasped. “When did I-” you looked up embarrassed.

“When I was rubbing your clit you blacked out and uh-

“-squirted all over your chest?” you finished his sentence burring your head in his neck.

“Yeah, that” He chuckled.

“I’m so-”

“Don't be, really that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen” Taehyung smiled softly. It was such new look on him compared to the way he was looking at you while you fucked.

“you ready to get out of me” you asked amused he was till keeping this up.

“who said I was done with you?” Taehyung looked down at you through thick lashes.

“I seriously don't thing I can take anymore Taehyung” You said shakily.

“Remember I said this was all about you today baby” Getting up you moaned as He slid out of your oversensitive pussy causing you both to groan at the exit.

Putting the condom away Taehyung slid down in between your thighs and looked up at you. “Lets get you cleaned up huh-” he smirked before placing his lips around your swollen clit.

“No-ohhhhh mother fucker” you screamed.

“its not my name bitch” Taehyung hissed rubbing your clit with his thumb.

“Taehyung please” You cried out, unable to move from the painful pleasure.

“That's it baby” you should see the way your pussy is clenching on nothing, you don't even know how badly your pussy is begging to be fucked again.” Taehyung snickered.

“I can’t come another time please Taehyu-”

Your words were cut short by the guttural scream you let out as Taehyung pushed two fingers in your pussy, pumping in and out relentlessly.

“That's it baby cum for me” Taehyung then latched his mouth on your clit once more kickstarting your fourth orgasm of the night. Puling his fingers out of you Taehyung planted gentle kisses in your inner thighs and trailed his kisses up your body, till he reached your lips.

“Now I’m done” He smiled kissing you softly you could barely feel the pressure of his lips on your own.

“I’ll be right back” He kissed you once more before making his way to your bathroom.

At this point this all felt like a great dream and you were soo fucked out you couldn't even make out Taehyung’s figure as he cleaned up your body with a warm towel.

“You did so well” Taehyung cooed softly. Getting back on the bed with you he pulled the bedsheets and covered the both of your bodies.

“Did you turn off the lights” You mumbled half asleep.

“Course I did, get some sleep. You’ll need if for the morning”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me” you whined.

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catch22inareddress · 6 years

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My Soldier of Winter: Chapter Nine: Freightcar

AS PROMISED THIS IS THE FINAL PART. IM SO HAPPY THAT SO MANY PEOPLE LOVED THIS SERIES AND MESSAGED ME ABOUT IT. THANK YOU. THANK YOU. THANK YOU! I HOPE THAT I WILL NOT DISAPPOINT WITH FUTURE SERIES. LOVE TO ALL!!!!!

You remember hearing fighting and voices with bits and pieces of conversations but time was lost. You felt misplaced in your own ragged body and it ached in such a way that you couldn't lift it or move.

You tried to open your eyes but the lights were blinding and you moaned, unsure if it was adrift in the noise that was swallowing you whole. The body that was next to your bed jumped up and the chair skidded back alerting you that they had heard your whimper, however, loud it was. "Y/N." He softly said and brushed your hair off your face to soothe frantic eyes searching your surroundings, grasping for understanding of where you were. "You're safe. You can come back. You're home. " His voice cracked and was deep and rough, as though he hadn't spoken in years but yet it still sounded like heaven to you.

You opened your eyes fully for the first time with a flutter and he was there. Face pale and eyes red, looking as though he aged 10 years in the short time that you were separated from one another, but there like he promised. "Its bright, can you lower the lights, please? My head. It hurts. Everything fucking hurts, James." His shoulders closed in on themselves with those words as though the world he was carrying just kept breaking him down and at any moment he would collapse on the floor beneath him. "Of course, doll. Anything" He dimmed the lights and called for Dr. Cho and for some painkillers for you.

He stayed with you but he was rigid and closed off trying to stay off and out of the way but your eyes never left his face. Trying to find his eyes and beg him silently for his touch and to come closer to you but it was never fulfilled. Steve came in and checked on you and stayed for what seemed like ages and his easy nature calmed you, filled the silence tension in the air. Tony busted in yelling about how he leaves for one damn minute and you wake up. After Dr. Cho told everyone to leave but said Bucky could stay, he interrupted claiming that needed rest and went to leave. Steve stopped him with his Captain look and silently urged him to stay, which did not go unnoticed by you and left the two of you alone. Buck sat down next to the chair and after a few minutes you reached out for his hand and he slowly took it, careful not to harm you anymore. You hated how he was treating you as though you were a delicate doll.

"Whats on your mind soldier?" He didn't look you in the eye and instead focused on your intertwined fingers within his calloused hand. "I'm sorry Y/N." You shrugged and felt the sting from the star carved in your arm and tried to suppress the flinch of pain on your face. "Not your fault, there's no reason to be sorry. We knew I could be captured. We knew the risk. I'll be ok. We will be ok." He went to stand so abruptly that the chair skidded and your heart skipped as he lent over for a quick kiss on your forehead. It pained your heart as your lips urged and ached for his touch and attention but instead, he found your forehead. You swallowed hard with thoughts reeling, trying to understand what you did wrong. Did he believe Thomas when he said that you slept with him? Was that what this was about? Before you could process anything the deep timbre of his voice broke your thoughts.

"Get some sleep. I-I need to go. G-g-get some rest. I just wanted to be here when you woke. Make sure you are ok." He was breathing hard but held a mask in place and your mind was racing at this but you couldn't find words. Surely he didn't think that you would betray him? Wouldn't he talk to you? You were tortured and you were battered nearly beyond recognition and have been out for 4 days and you wake up to this distant version of your beautiful soldier. How could he be so loving before you left and now act as though you were barely anything?

"Don't you walk out Bucky. Don't you dare push me away." He stood with his back towards you and his chest was damn near heaving with how fast he was breathing. You hated how your voice broke but you were a mixture of angry and sad at how quickly things had turned. You survived for him, and now he didn't want you.

"You deserve better. I can't give it to you. You survived them, you'll survive this. There will always be more who will hurt you to get to me." His face was partially turned to you as he spoke but he didn't dare look you in the eyes. You bit your lip so hard you tasted blood.

A sob almost escaped. "You're a fucking coward if you walk out that door, James Buchanan Barnes." You couldn't yell because of the torture you sustained but you managed to keep your voice steady.

"I'd rather be a coward with you alive than a hero without you in this world." He stormed out of the room and you broke down in the empty room. Broken and alone.

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Two weeks had passed since you had returned to the Tower and you had thought about actually going home but the thought tormented you. Tony had moved a lot of your stuff to your floor to make it more like home and in hopes that you wouldn't leave when you were fully healed. Typical father.

You hadn't seen Bucky that first week since he had conveniently left for a mission. Steve went with him to make sure that he was ok and wasn't a loose cannon which comforted you but also took your second favorite soldier. Tony was ready to stick a rocket up Bucky's ass and fire it off. Literally, he offered to do that. Sam said he would gladly drop him in flight and let him break every bone in his body. Nat said she would go old school red room torture tactics on him to which led to an hour of horror and intrigue Q&A that still haunts your dreams. None of it helped because you just wanted him, every part of him. You had nightmares as a result of the torture and the two soldiers came back today so your nerves were shot to hell.

You sat in the common room pretending to read a book but had yet to turn a page in an hour. You still had a back eye but the gash on your forehead was healing nicely. Your ribs were healing but still sore and the bruising on your neck was doing well. The main scar and trigger was the star which was quite sore even with Dr. Cho. You wore one of Steve's long sleeve soft over-sized shirts. You were afraid to wear Buck's and knew that Steve wouldn't mind, after all, you two were friends before all of this bullshit. Right now you needed a friend more than anything. Even if said friend loyalties were with Bucky you knew Steve would never turn you away, the man was a saint.

The two men came in worse for the wear and while they were clean they still had some bruises and cuts and Steve even had a nice beard. Bucky immediately tensed, the last time you had seen him was the morning they left for the trip. A cordial goodbye was given but nothing else was said, almost as though you two were strangers. Steve saw the tension and rolled his eyes. You smiled at him as he sat down next to you and put his arm around you with a groan from some injury he sustained. Bucky sat down in the farthest chair he could possibly find which was next to Sam.

"Nice shirt." Steve grabbed the sleeve and you smiled. "Hope you don't mind. I needed something loose that---" You trailed off knowingly and looked down. He comfortingly pulled you into his side and you hummed at the contact and choked back tears. "It's fine. I have plenty, your welcome to them, doll." You nodded saying that you'd swing by later to take him up on that. Bucky got up from his chair and stormed off towards his quarters.

"Someone's jealous." Sam laughed amused at Bucky's sudden exit.

"He doesn't care about me, Sam. I doubt he ever did. " You suddenly needed fresh air and got up with a wince and bolted to your floor. You went to the balcony and started crying.

How were you going to do this?

You heard a soft knocking on your door. "Please go away." You choked out with a strangled sound. You weren't sure if the person on the other side could even understand your pathetic attempt. "I can't." Steve opened the door and came in. He saw your state and walked over and just held you while you cried in his red sweater. You gripped it tight and he stroked Y/H/C while you ugly cried into his chest. "I'm sorry Steve, I'm ruining your sweater." He let out a soft chuckle and went over to the bed and laid both of you down. You just softly cried in his arms. "It's ok doll. I'm here for ya. Not going anywhere." You're not sure if you cried for 10 minutes or 30 but you eventually stopped and Steve, true to his word stayed. "He does care. He cares too much. That's his problem." You sat on your elbows and looked at him, silently waiting for him to explain.

"He feels everything and carries the weight of it all. We both do, but he has more guilt from Winter. You know he almost went Winter to get to you?" His eyebrow shot up as he explained. You shook your head waiting for his to explain. "No, I mean I saw him fight and for a second I thought that maybe..." Steve nodded. "I said hell no. But your dad was going to activate him. Then right before he was going to do it he said no. If anyone could get you out, alive it was Bucky. Not the Winter Soldier. So he went in and got you out." He reached out and touched your arm gently. "When he saw the star he lost it. I think that flipped the switch. He had to know what they did. He--He. Fuck Y/N he watched to footage of Thomas and you. The torture."

You sat up quickly and yelped in pain. "What?!?!" Steve sat up slowly and nodded, sadly. The tears threatened to spill again. The scenes started to flash across your mind everything he did and you started breathing heavily.

"Who---Wh-Who else saw them." You couldn't look him in the eyes and the tears flooded them.

"I saw a bit and Ton--your dad watched a clip, that's all. The rest has just been logged as evidence." You tried to clear your mind so you wouldn't have a full-fledged panic attacked. Steve claimed your small frame in his large one. He pulled you into his lap while you sobbed and little did you know he cried with you. Bucky saw your deepest secrets and fears that were brought to life. The torture, the abuse. All of it. No wonder he couldn't look at you or be with you. Your cries became a broken sob knowing that it was over. Who would ever want you knowing all of those things...seeing all of those things?

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You didn't leave your room for two days after that revelation. When you had a nightmare Steve would come in and stay with you and hold you until you calmed down. You knew that Bucky knew, hell the entire tower heard you. The third day you had to get out of the room. Otherwise, you knew your dad wouldn't just "visit" this time. He would drag your ass out, pajamas and all. You decided to get a workout in and went down to the gym.

Thankfully no one was there except a few random agents so you went to the treadmill to run. When Sam came in he offered to spar lightly with you which you gladly accepted. You felt the air shift and knew when Bucky came in. Sam got a shot to your ribs and you grunted in pain but continued on.

"Oh shit Y/N, I'm sorry." You waved him off. "It's fine." Bucky had already made his way over and was glaring at Sam and you. Your anxiety was crashing down on you again. Knowing that he knew everything and felt it wash over while wondering which image he was seeing. You went over to your bag and you were shaking so much you dropped it. Sam looked at you quizzically. "Y/N?"

"I'm fine." Bucky came closer with his eyebrows pinched together and gently grabbed your arm. You pulled back like it was burned and he looked hurt almost. " You ok, doll?" You were breathing hard and knew that you were about to lose it in front of everyone. You looked around and saw that the red still bloody star was showing from where the bag strap pulled it up and scraped it. Bucky saw it too and you had to get out of there and now.

You went to run past him and he grabbed your arm again. "Its ok, Y/N." You yanked your arm away with force this time and his eyes widened at the hostility. "How is it fucking ok, James?! You saw everything? You left me? The one fucking person that would never leave me, left. Nothing will ever be ok." You turned and went to leave. One of the agents blocked your way.

"Mind if we see the star? We've heard the stories." He just kept staring at the spot where the bandage came off and the blood was staining the shirt. You dropped your bag and throat punched the asshole and kicked him in his balls then ran out of the gym. You ran straight to your room and the shower. You needed everything off your skin. Praying that the water could wash Bucky, Thomas and all of the pain away.

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When you came out of the shower Bucky was sitting on the chair holding his head in his hands. He was wearing jeans and a black shirt, no shoes. He looked wrecked and was so lost in thought he didn't know you were standing there. Some assassin.

You walked over to your delicates and grabbed your underwear and slammed the drawer breaking his concentration. "Get out." You calmly said.

"I needed to make sure you were ok." His voice was broken and it took all of your resolve to stay strong in front of him. You put on your panties under your towel and reached for one of Steve's shirts on the bed.

Bucky nodded to a few of his shirts next to Steve's. "You still have some of mine too. You could wear them." You let out an exasperated sigh and threw the towel across the room with more force than needed. "That's why you're here, Barnes? To talk about how I cover my body?"

He shook his head still looking at you, no doubt reading your body language and taking everything in, stupid fucking assassin. "You don't have to cover your body. It's beautiful." He stood as you grabbed one of his shirts just to appease and turned around to face the other way and put it on. "Yea my body is a fucking wonderland." You gave a dark laugh and turned around. "Why are you here? Say your peace and get the fuck out."

You turned back around when you had put on the new shirt and his brows were hitched together as he took a few tentative steps closer than thought better of it. "Those guys were assholes. Red star or no red star, you're fucking gorgeous. Besides, I'm sure Dr. Cho can get rid of it, Just needs time to heal." You crossed your arms and bit your lip to keep the tears from coming up and betraying you for the fourteenth time this week, bastards.

"Actually she can't. If you must know the graft won't take for how deep it is. But who the hell cares? A relationship is the last thing on my mind and this star will certainly be something that's like 6th or 7th date-worthy. I'm thinking that its a deal breaker if I show it off too early." Your sarcasm wasn't appreciated as he slowly nodded and his brows were once again pinched.

"What. What Bucky?" You were seriously losing your patience. You just wanted to be alone to try and sleep. Truth be told you wanted to curl up in his arms and sleep but he knew everything and saw everything and it broke you to know that every time he looked at you he was probably seeing that.

"I just thought that maybe you and---and---Steve were getting close. I know he sleeps in here with you most nights." He was trying not to look you in the eyes as his voice was soft but his fists were white knuckled at his sides.

"And. And if we were? You left me Bucky. We said until the end of the line and correct me if I'm wrong but we were nowhere near the fucking end and you just picked up and left me. Broken. Steve is the one that picked me up." It was a low blow but it just came out and he flinched at your words.

"You're right. He's a good man and you deserve a good man, Y/N." You rolled your eyes. "Oh for fuck's sake, James. Nothing is going on. He's just a friend. He -he helps with my nightmares and with you. Because....I am soo tired I can't do it on my own. Ok? Is that what you want to hear. That I'm wrecked over you, that I search for you in the night when I wake up scared and alone and that when Steve comes I find some sort of comfort. He holds me and makes me feel safe and calm. Some nights the worse nightmares are when I dream of you, not of HYDRA. When I dream of you and you are NOT fucking here. Steve helps me."

You hadn't realized that while you were closing in on yourself he had been slowly walking closer. "With me?" He was looking right at you now boring a hole in you and it ached. What was he thinking? "Yes. You broke my damn heart, Barnes. My life shattered in a thousand of shards and then when you left you made me walk across them. The only thing that kept me alive was you and then when I came back to you, you abandoned me with a second thought. Then -fffuck. Then I find out you watched the tapes." You let out a quiet sob. "You saw him touch me and torture me to torture you. He beat me and cut me and the things he would say. I still hear them. You saw all of the things that are my deepest realized fears." He was holding you now and your face was buried in his neck and he smelled like leather, pine, and vibranium. "It's ok, doll."

"I know why you can't be with me though. I couldn't be. It's disgusting. You look at me and those images just play in your head and you can't remember who I was before this. I want to hate you but I can't because I love you so. It just hurts so damn bad because I'm carved up and broken and the man I adore can't look at me anymore without seeing that." A strangle sob escapes and he pulls you away and takes your face in his hands and searches desperately in your eyes. Begging you to believe what he is about to say.

"Listen to me woman. I fucking love you with every damn fiber of my being. I meant it when I said to the end of the line. When you have a nightmare and Steve comes in here, I stay in the hall. I may not be able to soothe you but I damn well know I'll be close if you call my name. You just never did. But know the ONLY reason I left you is because there will always be someone who will hurt you because of me and I can't allow that doll. I need you to be safe, even if that means without me. It breaks me to know that it's Steve and not me to comfort you. It's his fucking shirts your wearing. I ache for you, doll." He presses his forehead to yours and his eyes are pleading with you.

"Don't leave me, James. I will take every risk happily just to be with you. I can't endure another day without you. This world is a nightmare and your my safe haven and refuge. I don't care if it makes me weak." He closed his eyes and you wrapped your arms around his neck into his hair and he let out a small moan.

"After all that I did will you have me back, doll?" He gently ran his thumb over your lips. "You were willingly going to go Winter for me. I think I can forgive you this." You gave him a small smirk and he in return gave you his blinding one.

He lent in and kissed you and pulled you up and you wrapped your legs around his solid torso. His rugged hands squeezed your thighs and you moaned. "Just so you know Y/N. When I look at you I don't see anything on those tapes. I only see what I want to do to you, the places I want to kiss." He kisses your lips, jaw, and collarbone. He laid you on the bed and set himself between your legs. He propped himself up on his elbows. "I think about how lucky I am that you love me and I think about our future. Till the end of the line, doll?"

You looked up into his eyes and they were full of love and were the most beautiful shade of blue you've ever seen. "Till the end of the line. But if you ever pull that self-sacrificing shit again with me Barnes, I will take my dad, Nat, and Sam up on their offer to maim and kill you." His eyes got big and then he laughed heartily.

"I promise. I will never lose my mind or you again."

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Holic (4)

Jaebum AU

one / two / three / five / six / seven

Characters: Im Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Drama, Romance, Mature

Plot: The worst thing about growing up together is that you have too much dirt on each other.

a/n: i’m a mess

Beads of sweat dripped down your forehead as you shot up in bed. Your chest heaved as your breathing struggled to return to normal. It was another nightmare; the same one but just another night.

You reached for your phone, deciding that you were finally going to find out what your recurring dreams meant, but sighed as you changed your mind. You already had so much on your plate, the last thing you needed on it was a superstitious paranoia.

You turned on your phone, sighing as you saw the time. It was four am, again. You sighed as you fell back into your bed. You closed your eyes trying to fall back to sleep, but the vague images from the dream repeated itself over and over, flashing different parts before you.

After a moment of just lying there and staring at the bare ceilings, defeated, you heaved off your bed.

You slowly opened the door, quiet as a mouse, as you peered at Jaebum’s door. There was no light peeking from underneath so you guessed he was sleeping. That made you feel relieved for some reason, but you didn’t want to explore why.

The truth is that Jaebum scared you. He was such an arrogant, egotistical and self-absorbed prick. A complete nob if you’ve ever seen one, and it made you so mad. But there was something other than that, something that really crept under your skin.

Whenever he would give you his devilish smile, or laugh at your remarks, something ticked inside of you. It kept on ticking every time you were near him. You wanted to find out what the trigger was, but you were also too scared to get too close to him.

You softly closed the door behind you as you tiptoed towards the kitchen.

Emily, your old nanny, would always give you a warm glass of milk whenever you couldn't sleep. You weren’t sure if it was a truly magically white potion that whizzed you off to sleep, or if you had made yourself believe that it was. Nonetheless, it worked, and it was better than being dependent on pills, you had decided.

Just as you were about to reach the kitchen, you felt movement from the corner of your eye. Suddenly, the shadow became more prominent, taking shape of a real man.

A terrified scream left your lungs, as you threw yourself backwards.

You heard the familiar chuckle of Jaebum, as you cowered against the wall. Your hands over your pounding heart.

“Jaebum, you asshole!” You huffed, trying to calm your racing heart.

His chuckle deepened into a laugh as you sat there frowning at him. You tried to ignore how he looked as his eyes disappeared, or the way his laugh resonated deep in your chest. Instead, you straightened yourself as you took in what he was wearing.

“Did you just get back home?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at his suit. Without waiting for an answer, you turned and began walking to the kitchen like you had planned.

Jaebum followed your suit, humming in reply.

“Yeah, I had a wonderful, yet exceptionally long day today,” he sighed, as he leaned against the bench. “A lot of investors are wanting to sponsor the new app that we’re developing.”

Your lips curled into a smile hearing that, as you took out the milk. Your eyes darted over to Jaebum, and he smiled knowingly. The marriage was showing off its effects; it wasn’t all in vain.

“That’s great to hear,” you smiled at him, as you poured yourself a cup of milk. “Want some?”

“I’m good, thanks,” he shook his head, before walking over to the fridge and taking out a pink coloured bottle.

You watched him from where you were standing.

He looked fine, good even. Nothing like a guy whose bride didn’t show up on his wedding day. He seemed like someone whose life was on track and perfect. No sign of an angry, heartbroken man you had seen before.

“How can you look so fine?” You asked, shaking your head lightly.

Jaebum chuckled, before throwing a smirk your way. “It’s mostly in my genes, but it takes a lot of effort to have such a great body and run a multi-billion company.”

You rolled your eyes at him, as you failed to hide the humoured smile making its way onto your lips. You pursed your lips, as you shook your head slightly.

“God, you’re insane,” you muttered, before taking a sip of your milk.

You both silently stood there in the dimly lit kitchen. Covered in the golden hue of the few lights illuminating over you. You couldn’t see his face properly, but you could tell he was thinking of something.

“Aren’t you upset because of her?” You asked, eyeing the milk in your cup.

“No, not really,” he shrugged sighing, and it really did seem like he was okay.

“You both were supposed to get married, Jaebum,” you tried. “How can you be fine?”

“Your sister and I had an understanding,” Jaebum answered, his tone truthful and sincere, but that wasn’t enough for you.

“Yeah,” you chuckled, “An understanding that lets you screw your secretary while you’re engaged to someone else?”

You bit your lip, as the last words left your mouth. You didn’t mean to say that, but you had wondered about it the whole day. You wondered how long Jaebum had been screwing the foolish little girl. If your sister had known, if the that was the reason why she didn’t show up. If Jaebum was really cheating on your sister.

“So is this what all this is about?” Jaebum huffed, as he rose an eyebrow in question. “God, you’re such a child.”

You stared at him in disbelief as he loosened the dark tie around his neck.

He stood there upright and almightly like being three years older than you made him much more of an adult and human than you.

“A child?” You sneered, your voice low. “I’m sorry, my three years younger than you brain can’t seem to comprehend how an understanding between to a soon-to-be-married couple allows them to go around and fuck their personal assistants. That kind of understanding makes no sense to me. It’s truly beyond my minuscular understanding of ethics.”

You slammed your cup on the counter in anger as your blazing eyes rested on Jaebum. You hated it when he treated you like a child. When he left you out of the circle. When he treated you like a little girl tugging on his sleeves to come play with you.

Jaebum’s lips curled into an easy smile as he slowly walked towards you. His eyes never leaving you with every step. Your breathing fastened as he neared, but you told yourself it was the anger. You could feel that it was mostly the anger and a hint of something else.

He stopped in front of you, less than a feet away from you. You took a step back, as your raging eyes met his dark stormy ones. Your hip hit the counter, and your hands gripped its cold granite top.

Jaebum took a step closer to you. His warm brown eyes watching you as he placed his hands on your wrist, slowly tracing them up your bare arms. His fingers curved on your shoulders, brushing the ends of your neck before gently travelling down the middle of your back. His touch causing sparks to dance up your spine. He rested his hands behind you on the counter, trapping you in his arms.

You held your breath, as his gaze and hands touched you.

You felt his warm breath gently hit your lips. He leaned in for a bit, inviting you for a small little taste of their softness. You turned your head to the side, not wanting to give into the wicked temptation. You avoided his intense gaze, but could still feel his eyes on you.

Jaebum’s lips grazed the side of your neck, causing goosebumps to rise all over your body. You bit your lip, holding in any sound that would let Jaebum know of the excitement sparking inside you. Your heart was beating erratically, your chest rising and falling, as his soft lips gently touched your skin, leaving a trail of fire behind.

His lips caressed your ear before he bit it, gently.

“This is why,” he whispered, and you closed your eyes at the feeling of his soft lips lightly touching your ear with every word. “You will never be able to be like your sister.”

You felt a bucket of ice water be dumped over your head, numbing you out of the trance he had cast over you.

Your body froze at his words before you roughly pushed him away. You felt bile rise up your throat, as anger spiked up your spine painting your vision red.

If your eyes were raging before, now they were raining fire.

“How dare you?” You whispered, through gritted teeth. You fisted your hands on your side, as you stared at him standing there nonchalantly.

He knew your worst thing, your personal hell, was being your sister’s shadow. Always in her comparison, always one step behind her. Even though you were complete opposites, the whole world wanted to see how you measure up against your sister on a scale based solely on how she was.

“You know it is the truth, y/n,” he replied, the smile resting lazily on his lips.

“And you know how I am.” You challenged looking into his eyes.

If he was going to strike at your weak spots, you were going to do the same.

You saw Jaebum’s eyes flicker with an unknown emotion as your eyes began to burn red, with tears begging to be shed. But you didn’t cry, you won’t cry.

You will never cry because a stupid boy likes to play dirty.

You didn’t say anything more and just walked out of the kitchen.

You didn’t stop until you were in the bathroom. You stood under the shower, as hard drops of warm water washed over your skin. You closed your eyes and took deep breathes to control the storm hurling inside of you.

When you walked out of the shower, you snickered looking at the time. It was six thirty, meaning no more time to sleep. You got ready for work and planned on skipping breakfast.

You walked past the dining room where Jaebum was seated, and a plate set out for you.

“Y/n,” he sighed, his voice heavy, as you walked past him. You stopped in your tracks waiting for him to continue.

“Look I should-” Before he could continue, his assistant wondered in through the doors.

You smiled brightly at her, as you took in what she was wearing.

“Oh my, Cynthia,” you plastered on the sweetest smile and voice. Your eyes travelled to the outfit that she was wearing which was neither appropriate nor professional enough for the secretary of a multi-billion CEO. “Aren’t you off to the conquer the world with your hard work today? Wonderful choice of clothes, by the way.”

You winked at her as you walked past her, but stopped when you were a step behind her.

“A word of advice, Cynthia, I would start counting down my time with him if I were you,” she turned to look at you with a horrified look. You gave her a soft smile that you were taught since you were a child.

You got into your car. You pulled out your phone and texted your assistant to put your apartment on lease. Before you could put it away, your phone buzzed in your hand. You sighed reading the message, before sending another text to Jihyo.

Look for dresses for the both of us. My mother is planning to have a dinner party tomorrow night. Excited. xx

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