#stares out my window at the pouring rain. slowly presses forehead to glass. i need for the future stat doc i think im going bonkers wild

[rileyclaw]

and so at last did the Good Witch Azura make her grand return, now the brightest star the world had ever seen.

#i dont know . i just wanted to draw pretty golden lighting again then got tired when i got confused about face planes again #its also 2am so maybe that is only adding to my confusion . good night gamers #the owl house #toh #luz noceda #toh season 3 #my art #stares out my window at the pouring rain. slowly presses forehead to glass. i need for the future stat doc i think im going bonkers wild

[roomsofangel]

I WISH YOU STAYED.

choi san | written by roomsofangel

pairing ex!san x reader

genre(s) angst angst angst!

word count 871

warnings just full on angst, there’s not really any comfort. mentions of reader consuming alcohol but its only once and nothing comes out of it. mentions of arguing, alludes to a toxic relationship despite they’re being a lot of love. right person wrong time sorta thing, a lot of hurt.

synposis its raining and you find yourself thinking of the past again

or

is it possible to meet again in the dream realm? is it possible to have the same dream? san finds himself asking this question, on a rainy night, thinking of the past

a/n i know i said i was gonna post an update for my current ongoing fics soon but i wanted to write this first and post it…now, this work means more to me than anything and i technically did have help despite them not knowing i’d even write about this. this is a form of also letting go for me in a way. i used specific quotes from my favorite movie that reminds me a lot of the situation and the person this was inspired about.

rain tapped against the window, a slow and steady beat that filled the room with its somber rhythm. the air is thick with the wet, damp smell of rain, mixing with the faint scent of your shampoo from the day before and the melancholy in your heart. your bed is warm against your skin, holding you close as you stare up at the ceiling

you weren’t sure how long its been, how many hours passed but the rain only got heavier with time and it reminded you of the internal struggle of what you seemed to always feel nowadays. what were you? the rain or the rainbow? the storm or the first speck of sun that comes shining through to give people reassurance its about to be a better day?

if you were asked at this very moment, you’d tell them that you were the storm and your rainbow went to go find another raincloud to help give reassurance to

“i need a drink,” you muttered despite being the only one in the room, sliding out of bed to wander off into your kitchen where you used your refrigerator as a nightlight. you took out a glass and set it onto your counter, going back and forth between the fridge and the countertop. you poured yourself some amaretto, watching it fill up to the top of your glass and set it back into its cold home before bringing it your lips

with each sip, you felt warmer inside but the ice that manifested itself to stay in your flesh and bone didn’t thaw out. you still felt hollow like you did that night.

“we were never good for each other..” he whispered, sniffling as he watched you with matching teary eyes. you swallowed the cry that threatened to spill, chewing on your bottom lip as you nodded. “and we tried.” he added in with a bittersweet laugh to mask he was hurting too

god, why did he always have to mask his hurt? you hated how he always did that even in your dreams, but was this even a dream when it all feel so real?

you watched how his hands came up slowly, cupping your cheeks to have you meet his teary gaze and you sniffled, “i know.” you replied back, voice soft and wobbly

“there’s more to life, y/n.” he pressed his forehead against yours and you let yourself breathe, taking in what would be the last time you could feel him again, “there’s more to life than arguments and whatever it is we had.”

you sniffled, “i know.” pressing your lips together, tears running down and you could taste the saltiness of your heart breaking. “i know.” you repeated again as if the first time wasn’t enough, as if the second time wasnt either and he sighed

it seemed as if everything was demolishing around the two of you, the room you were in. the floors creaked and the walls began to show signs of decay, the cracks becoming more evident while the windows, despite not making noise to show the damage, were shattering with each second that passed and you found yourself muttering, “what if you stayed this time?”

“we both know i can’t stay…” san whispered, voice filled with the same hurt you remember him having that night and you found yourself breaking more, “i walked out the door.”

you prayed to whoever was out there, whomever was making you have this lucid dream to let you keep this, let you have this one last time for a little longer but it seemed it fell on deaf ears from when you blinked and then found yourself at the same door you will always have burned into your memory.

you watched how san had his hands in his pockets, nose rosy as he sniffled and walked more out the door just how he did back then,

except,

the only difference was you running to the doorway, “san!” you called out, hands on the frame while your voice cracked at how you tried not to cry and he turned to face you with an expression that was filled with both surprise and heartache, “come back and make up a goodbye at least.” you managed to get out after the silent gaze made you fall apart all over again, “lets pretend we had one.”

and you could see his expression falter, how his adam’s apple bobbed up and down while he gulped and wiped his eyes when he walked towards you.

the same rain falls heavy against another window and slides down, leaving thin rivulets down the glass. a relentless makeshift waterfall that served as a constant reminder of the grief that dwells within san’s mind. he sits on the edge of his bed, sniffling and trying not to remember what he dreamt of but it burned through his skull and itched his frontal lobe

he swears he still had your words from that dream in his head, how you looked at him and called out from the door i wish you stayed.

he choked back in his sobs, letting himself stare at his hands while he wept, knowing you couldn’t hear how he whispered into the air, “i wish i stayed too.”

#choi san imagines #choi san angst #ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez imagines #ateez x reader #ateez writing #ateez au #choi san #ateez san #choi san scenarios #choi san x reader #choi san writing #choi san ateez

[alwritey-aphrodite]

OOOOO Can I get 27. Cloudy Skies with Jamie and Reader from There's Nothing Like This??

So happy to be writing for my babies again

2023 Fall Blurbs

Even though it’s been months since you’ve gotten up early for training, the second the alarm goes off, you’re practically shooting out of bed. You’ve taken to stretching and doing your physical therapy exercises when Jamie gets up to run, trying to get yourself used to early mornings and long days of training again.

“I think it’s going to rain,” you mutter in your sleep-addled voice as Jamie turns to his closest.

“It’s still dark, how can you tell?” He asks, and you just shrug, even though you know he can’t see you. After he finishes getting dressed, he places a kiss on your cheek and bounds down the stairs, much too excited to be awake and going for a run at four in the morning.

You take your morning slower, enjoying a warm tea and turning on your favorite show as you set yourself up on the floor, waking up your muscles and doing some breathing exercises before starting on the physical therapy. The sky outside is dark but cloudy, and you can tell it’s going to rain and today the sun won’t come out at all. You don’t mind, knowing that your coaches are alright if you miss a training or two, and the rain makes your ankle flare up.

Being proactive, you send Roy a text that says if it starts to rain you won’t be at training, but you’ll do as much as you can at home, and right after clicking send, thunder shakes the whole house. Rain starts to patter against the window not long after, and you’re trying to determine whether or not you should say “I told you so” when Jamie opens the front door, completely soaked.

“‘It’s still dark, how can you tell,’” you mock, attempting and failing to copy Jamie’s accent. He just smiles at you, wiping his dripping hair off his forehead. The rain seems to be slowing down from a pour to a drizzle, but the clouds don’t give any sign of leaving the slowly brightening sky.

Jamie returns from his shower to find you curled up on the couch, two protein smoothies waiting on the coffee table. He sits down next to you, reaching for his glass as you reach for your own.

“Staying home?” He asks, even though it’s fairly obvious that your plans to leave the couch today are limited.

“The rain always fucks with my ankle,” you shrug, trying to sound like this doesn’t kill you a little. A rest day is definitely needed, and you know this, because even though you aren’t going from 0 to 100, going from 0 to 50 is still pretty difficult.

“Want me to bring down the stuff for your exercises?” He inquires as he stands with his now empty glass, referencing your basket of equipment provided by your physical therapist so you can do all your exercises at home when you don’t have an appointment. You shake your head, and Jamie presses a kiss to your forehead before doing the dishes and heading off to training, leaving you to stare at the cloudy sky and try to convince yourself that rest is a good thing.

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[littlemissnoname13]

The life he always wanted (D.M.)

Summary: Draco’s life after the battle of Hogwarts

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x female!reader

A/n: I wrote a multi-chapter a few months ago that never made it on here. This one shot has been pulled out of it and posted as a one shot just like “You and your green apples.” Which was supposed to be a part of that same multi chapter too.

Warnings: angst, Multiple mentions of avada and death so please read at your own discretion. Also please feel free to message me if I need to add any more disclaimers.

Word count: 2100+

The only thing illuminating the dark room was the flickering light from the television. 

Draco thought the muggles had really outdone themselves with that one as he had spent one too many nights in front of the television with a bottle of fire whisky.

Some nights he’d be too wasted to realise he’d been watching static for hours. 

Faint, fuzzy music could be heard all around the room even though the volume was set to a minimum and Draco took this opportunity to waltz you across the living room of your cozy one bedroom home. 

The house wasn’t too big but it was just the way you’d always wanted it to be—big glass windows, hardwood floors and a small spiral staircase leading to the roof. 

“The life we’ve always wanted.” You sighed and placed your head on his chest. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, Draco.” 

One of his hands was placed securely on the small of your back while the other held your hand as you moved together with the music. Your soft, flowy hair bounced as he twirled you in his arms. 

“Oh really?” He smirked and watched you nod your head in response with a sad look in your eyes. 

“Yes really.” 

“Well I’m here now Darling so there’s no need to worry about all that.” He whispered, placing a kiss on the top of your head. “I’m not going anywhere. You know that don’t you?”

“I know Draco.” You whispered and he pulled you closer to him. “I know.”

Draco couldn’t begin to imagine what his life would be life without you in it. 

Shuddering at the dark clouds forming at the top of his blond head, he closed his eyes and inhaled sharply to make the clouds drift away. 

“Don’t you have to be somewhere tomorrow?” You asked tilting your head upwards to look at him. Draco noticed that your eyes brows crinkled a little as you said this—the look of worry somewhat prominent. 

“Oh yes.” He sighed, rolling his eyes at you. “I really wish you didn’t remind me.” 

“But you haven’t met our friends in so long.” 

“Your friends. ”He corrected you curtly. “And it’s only been a few months.” 

Well, it had been more than just a few months but It wasn’t his fault that he’d rather spend all his time with you. 

Draco noticed that you giggled when he said that as if you knew before taking his hand and guiding him towards the bedroom. 

He decided to not utter a single word of protest as he quietly followed you into the bedroom. 

“Come lie with me, Dray.” You whispered as he watched you slip under the covers. You looked so peaceful, so content and the whole moment seemed so fickle like it would fade away if he moved too quickly or blinked too hard. 

He hastily removed his shirt slipping under the covers next to you—his head on your chest as you lazily played with his hair. 

This was everything he’d ever wanted. 

“I love you y/n.” 

“I love you too.” 

~~~~~~~

“Glad you came, Malfoy.” Ginny smiled the best smile she could smile, opening the door to let him in the house.

“Well hello to you too Weaslette.” 

“Come on inside. We were all waiting for you.” Ginny said she led the way towards the living room filled with familiar voices and faces. 

“Potter. Weasel. Granger.” Draco muttered as he gave all three a semi polite nod of acknowledgement. 

“I uh—like your hair.” Harry commented looking at Draco’s unkempt blond hair now growing towards his shoulders. 

Upon hearing Harry, Draco ran his fingers through his hair and fought an urge to say something snarky. 

“So, may I ask why I’ve been summoned here?” Draco finally said as he sat down on an armchair opposite to Harry. 

“We just wanted to see you. You have been gone for a…bit...” Harry replied, clearing his throat. And we thought you might want this.” 

Draco raised his eyebrows suspiciously as Harry stretched out his hand to hand him a sealed envelope. 

“Cup of tea?” Ginny asked. 

~~~~~~~~~ 

As soon as he reached home, he tore his clothes off and jumped into the shower. 

He let the warm water wash away the ache he felt all over his body. There was no tell tale sign indicating the pain was physical or emotional. 

Nonetheless, the warmth of the water helped. 

To some extent. 

After what felt like hours in the shower, he finally stepped outside and wrapped a towel around his torso. 

The bathroom had fogged up and the fog had travelled all the way into the bedroom. 

In an attempt to get the fog to disappear, Draco cracked the surprisingly large bedroom window open and let the crisp night air flow into the room. 

“Someone’s back home early.” He heard you  mock in a sweet singsong voice making the tiniest of smiles appear at his lips as he turned around to face you. 

You were wearing a flowy satin dress and were perched on the top of his desk—dangling your legs. 

He paused to admire and remember every detail about the sight in front of him. 

The way the gust of wind coming from the window blew your hair towards your face. The way that flimsy satin fabric hugged your body. The way the flickering table lamp casted shadows on your features. 

Everything.

“I just couldn’t stay away from you.” He shrugged and watched you chuckle and get down from his desk. 

He patiently waited as you took long strides towards him before finally wrapping your arms around his neck—stretching on the tip of your toes and bringing your face close to his. 

“Open the envelope Draco.” You whispered softly into his ears. 

A flash of lightning lit up the entire room with a blinding white light as the sky roared. 

Draco nodded as he slowly reached for the crumpled envelope he’d left inside his coat pocket.

Taking a long breath, he looked up at you and you gave him an apologetic yet reassuring smile while he ripped the envelope open.

The opened seal of the envelope brought along with it, a familiar scent of cedarwood and vanilla. It was the smell he could smell on his clothes after spending the day with you. 

A small photograph fell out of the envelope.

It was a Polaroid you’d unintentionally taken one summer. Both of you had questionable expressions on your faces because you were both trying to get the Camera to work. 

You were chewing your lip in confusion and his nose was scrunched up; you both were not ready for the photo at all. 

His hands shook violently as sporadic rain drops started to pour down from the window leaving tiny splatters on the worn out photograph.

“Why?” He spat in anger. “Why did you have to throw yourself between me and that killing curse?” 

You smiled an apologetic smile at him once again; you did that a lot. 

“You’ll get drenched Draco—close the window.” You said,  dodging his question completely while you reached towards his hand again.

“Stop dodging my question.” 

“It hadn’t rained for a while.” You said making him heave a sigh and look up at the night sky.

One rain drop and become two and two had become three.

Draco took a wobbly step towards you and fruitlessly wiped the drops of rain that were falling on your cheeks. 

“And now it’s raining.” He pointed out with his voice shaky. 

“Excellent observation, my love.” 

The way you said it, the nonchalance in your voice made him furious. You were gone but he had to wake up every single day in a world where you no longer existed. 

In a stupor of grief, he grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you towards him. “Don’t you see?— even the sky is grieving the loss of what could have been! The life we could have lived!” 

“I like to think it’s the universe washing away the hurt and pain.” You whispered, staring deeply into his steely eyes. “You’ll see. It’s going to be a beautiful morning tomorrow. I can feel it.” 

“Why y/n? Why didn't you let me die instead?—you are gone and what am I left with? A worn out photograph of you?!” 

“Draco—”

“Every damned day, I feel further and further away from you.” He began sobbing. “The smell of your perfume is fading from my sweater, I cannot picture the way you used to laugh anymore—for the love of Merlin! I don’t even remember what life was like when you were with me y/n. It all seems so far away..so distant.”

“You have to let me go, Draco.” You whispered as you pressed your forehead to his. 

He physically felt the pain of his breaking heart all over his body. The sharp pain brought back all the trauma he had suppressed over the last few months. 

“No…No. No. No—Please don’t leave again.” He pleaded as angry tears started to roll down his cheeks. “Please. I—I don’t think I can handle it.” 

“You’ll see me again. I swear.” You said softly as he began to laugh an ominous kind of laugh, knowing deep down that you weren’t even there in front of him to begin with.

Everything was all in his head. 

Twenty seven months.

He’d been talking to the voice in his head for twenty seven whole months while the world moved on without him. 

“When? When will I see you again? In another life? Merlin!” Draco said in between his hysterical laughter. 

“Maybe.” The figment of his imagination whispered caressing the side of his face till he calmed down. “Maybe in another life I won’t find myself having to jump in between you and the killing curse.” 

Draco gave you a disapproving glare before he leaned down to find your rain soaked lips. 

With his index finger and thumb holding your chin up, Draco kissed you gently while his own tears and the acidic grey rain continued trickle down his face. 

It took him every ounce of strength he had left but he nodded like he was saying his final goodbye and took a step back— releasing you from his embrace and releasing him from his grief. 

You slowly turned on your heel and walked towards the door. 

“I’ll be waiting for you Draco.” 

He closed his eyes because he wasn’t ready to see you leave. 

So after what felt like centuries, Draco slowly opened his eyes. 

He was all alone. 

~~~~🍂🍁🍂~~~~

Autumn. 

It could be seen in the rustling trees and the gust of wind that made the amber colored leaves that were once bright green fall down onto a winding pathway beneath trees. 

A young woman strided along the winding path. Clicking her heels. Head tilted upwards, taking in the pinkish purple sky in all of its glory. 

A few books were tucked underneath her arm and a cloth bag loosely hung on her left shoulder. 

She was so occupied by the pleasant weather and whatever thoughts were circling her head, that she didn’t even realise that she had collided with somebody.

“Sorry. I’m so sorry.” 

She apologised profusely before she knelt down on the ground to collect the books she’d dropped. 

The stranger hummed in response and helped her gather the contents that had fallen out of her book bag. 

An oddly familiar smell tickled her senses. It was the smell of cologne and fresh mint. 

The smell of the cologne was so foreign to her. It was like nothing she’d ever smelled before and yet, she found herself feeling awfully comforted by it.

The smell sent her into a state of déjà vu. 

She looked up through her lashes and saw a boy with steely grey eyes making an eerie sense of familiarity washed all over her body. 

“I’m sorry, have we met before?” 

The boy blinked a few times before cracking a small smile. “I think we’re in the same Art history class. Judging by where you’re headed.” 

“Right.” She nodded as they slowly walked down the path together. “Don’t mind me. It’s just.. it’s just that you seem oddly familiar to me.” 

He shoved his hands into his pocket as they quietly walked next to each other. The silence wasn’t an awkward one. 

Not for him at least. 

It felt almost as if they’d always been walking together for years—in another timeline, in another life.

It all felt habitual. 

“Tell you what? He finally said looking down at the girl he’d just met. “How about we get coffee after class and discuss this further. You seem oddly familiar to me too.” 

“I’d like that.”

Her eyes pierced a million daggers into his heart.

“I’d like that a lot.” 

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[2jaeh]

Bibliophile | Xiaojun x Reader

Genre: fluff, smut

Word count: 2,3k

Warnings: mature themes

Author: SIN

Two literature master students decide to make their steamy romance troupe debates a reality.

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Your heels clicked against the marble floors as you ran over to the university library, hoping the evening rain wouldn’t worsen when you crossed the open courtyard.

Most of the students were either heading back to their dorm rooms or messing around in the common areas, while the only thing that rang in your head was to not be late for your part-time job at the restricted section of the library.

At first you had no damn clue why they needed someone to work there, especially since some of the books were even restricted to lecturers. But thanks to your century old university and their obsession with keeping their sacred books in pristine condition, all they needed was a literature masters student to help out from time to time.

You entered the library and greeted the woman at the front desk before she buzzed you in through to the door that led upstairs to the restricted area.

You quickly jogged up the stares and swung open the door only to be greeted by the only other person working around here, Xiao Dejun.

“You’re late again” his lips curled into a smile as he pushed up his gold framed glasses and inspected a dust covered book.

“Yeah the rain was just-“

“Crazy ?” Dejun peered up and pursed his lips, knowing that every excuse you had always ended in the same word.

“Yeah crazy” you half chuckled and removed your burgundy coat, making your way over to sign in the shift card.

All you knew about Dejun was that he finished his masters and was offered a lecture position at the university but decided to take up this job instead. He was very reserved and once told you that he craved the utter peacefulness of the restricted area, where he was usually either on his own or with you.

“I’m halfway on my thesis now” you said casually as you started fixing the binding of a physics book from the 70s.

“Oh?” Dejun raised his eyebrow and pulled out a chair next to you to tend to his own book repair, “I’m sure you’re glad it’s almost over right?”

You squinted your eyes and sighed, burying your head in your hands as that familiar migraine began to set in. “I’m....stuck” you groaned and peered up at Dejun, “I decided to dissect the romance genre of literature and honestly most of it is hot garbage.”

Dejun let out a laugh and you admired how his dark eyebrows knitted together, making his face look quite animated.

“What books have you studied if you don’t mind me asking ?” Dejun asked, his curious eyes met with yours as he shifted closer in his chair.

“Everything from Shakespeare to Nicolas Sparks, I just hate them all” you pouted and slumped back in your chair, moving the half bound book aside,

“Don’t get me wrong, I chose romance because I love it you know ? I just don’t think that those ‘classics’ do it any justice.”

Dejun nodded at your words and shrugged, “I agree with you, not a fan of that forbidden romance and rich girl poor man stuff either.”

“Right ?” Your eyes lit up and Dejun grinned at your passionate attitude. He’d always found you cute. Every so often he had the chance to work with you on a shift we’re always his best days. He’d listen to you rant about your professors, the music you hated on the radio, or the fact that someone stole your favourite parking spot.

“So....” Dejun folded his arms, “how would you change it ?”

“Change it?” You quirked a brow.

“What’s your perfect romance troupe ?” Dejun smiled softly and his soft brown eyes drew you in and made you feel warm, safe.

“Well for starters I think intimacy should come first and then the characters learn how to love each other as they develop their relationship” you explained, getting up from your chair and began pacing the small room,

“I don’t mind the cliche of they grab the same book or vinyl, I just prefer that instead of 7 chapters of them thinking about that moment they just take the leap right there.”

Dejun pondered on your words for a bit and also got to his feet, leaning against the table as he watched you pace back and forth.

“Would it work for people who somewhat knew each other before hand though ? A friend ? A colleague ?” Dejun quizzed and you nodded quickly,

“Yeah if there’s no prior feelings or hookups then why not ?”

“I guess we can’t test it then since we like each other huh ?” Dejun smirked returning to his seat innocently as you stopped abruptly and quickly tried to process what he had just said.

“I....we...don’t like each other ?” You stammered while ignoring the fact that your heart was racing against your chest.

Dejun chuckled as he carefully inspected one of the pages of his book, “the funny part is that you’re practically experiencing your ideal romance troupe and contradicting yourself by not owning up to the fact that we do in fact...like each other.”

Your mind was racing on every evening that you’ve spent with Dejun up until today. First day it’s true you both did a double take on each other and you found him extremely attractive. Day seven the two of you reached for the only hard cover copy left of Pride and Prejudice and spent the whole night critiquing the book until you lost track of time. Day seventeen you were packing books on the top shelf and as you descended down the steel steps you lost your balance and fell right into his arms.

You were literally living a goddamn romance troupe without even knowing it.

“By your words y/n, we need to skip a few steps now shouldn’t we ?” Dejuns eyes were still on his book, but he knew damn well that your eyes were on him.

“You’re right Dejun” you finally said and folded your arms across your chest.

Dejun turned his head to face you and narrowed his eyes, “I’m supposed to be the one making the move ? What happened to a change of scenery ? Uh women empowerment?”

You grabbed his hand and headed to the back of the room where the roof slightly slanted and the window panels were covered with water droplets as the night sky drew in. You neatened your blue plaid skirt and leaned against the old wood of a work station desk. Dejun cocked his head as you bit down on your lip, not knowing how to proceed to the next step.

“Why here ?” Dejun raised an eyebrow, removing his glasses and tucked them in the top pocket of his white buttoned down.

“I don’t know the setting is....pretty, also when we first met you were sitting at this desk reading the last book a literature master student would be reading” you stifled a laughter.

“Hey Harry Potter is my childhood” Dejun groaned, cutely rolling his eyes, something he did quite often and you would pester him to the point of seeing that reaction.

“Dejun,” you placed your hand on his cheek and his attention was focused on you, those soft brown eyes bore into yours as he took a step closer.

You felt the butterflies in your stomach as he softly wrapped his hand around the small of your back and placed the other on the back of your head. You finally leaned in and he did the same meeting your lips, for the first time and sighed. The kiss was soft, the two you just melted in the instant connection, basking in the feeling before continuing to deepen the kiss.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer until your bodies were pressed against each other, fitting each other’s silhouettes perfectly. Dejun slipped his hands down to your thighs and picked you up and placed you on the desk, not breaking the kiss as he slipped in between your legs.

“I’m afraid I’m going to want more than this” you sighed into the kiss, unable to remove your hands from his toned body as you felt the closeness of him between your legs making you feel aroused.

“Come back to my place” Dejun whispered as he began attacking your neck with kisses and played with the hem of your skirt.

You can’t remember if you said yes or just nodded but you were now in Dejuns car on his way to his place. You enjoyed the passionate kiss he shared with you at the stop street and the occasional squeeze of your thigh when he would make turn into a new road.

The rain had begun pelting down and thankfully you were already pulling into his apartment lot before it became really hazy. Dejun turned to his backseat and realized he had left his umbrella back at the library and sighed,

“Running hand in hand in the pouring rain troupe ?” He held out his hand and you chuckled, “always been on my bucket list anyway.”

The two of you ran for about half a minute in the pouring rain but it was enough to completely drench you from your head down to your shoes. Dejun quickly punched in the code of his door and pulled you inside, already covering you in kisses as his blonde hair stuck to his forehead.

It was one item of clothing after another as the trail of clothes led down to his bedroom, where he had you in just your lacy nude coloured two piece set while he was slowly ridding himself of his pants.

You fell into his bed as you watched him slowly pull his leather belt from its hoops and his black slacks finally fell to the ground,

“You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever met you know that ?” Dejun groaned as his eyes scanned over your body and he hovered over you.

“I could say the same about you Xiao Dejun” you mused and pulled him in for another hot passionate kiss. His warm body settled on yours and you wrapped your legs around his waist, wanting him closer even though it wasn’t even possible at this point.

Dejun unclipped your bra and moved his lips down to your breasts, squeezing one in his hand while licking and nipping at the other. You arched your back wanting more but also not wanting to rush him.

“Really want this to last much longer but I’m at my wits end right now” you moaned and Dejun chuckled as he peppered kisses all the way back up to your mouth.

“We have tonight, tomorrow, the next day and the day after that” he smirked against your lips before tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth.

Distracted by the stinging sensation from your lip you shivered at Dejuns icy fingers that was now hooked in the waistband of your panties, slowly pulling them down.

He watched as you squirmed beneath him. Watched how your eyes closed and how you sucked in your bottom lip, awaiting his next move.

You mewled when you felt the cool air hit your arousal and Dejun rubbed slow circles on your clit before pushing two fingers inside you, making you moan his name for the first time that night.

His fingers moved slowly but roughly while his lips softly pecked your hips, abdomen and the very top of your mound.

He was so gentle with you but his movements were still dominating, the mixture was absolutely intoxicating. You pulled him up missing the taste of his lips and before pressing his mouth on yours he caressed your cheek,

“Let me know if it’s too much okay?” He whispered against your lips and you nodded not knowing what you were in for.

Dejun locked your arms above your head and used his free hand to remove his boxers before entering you, already finding a rhythm to his thrusts. You threw your head back and moaned his name yet again as he slammed in and out of you, his grunts and your whimpers filling the bedroom.

His hand stayed locked on your wrists as he used his other hand to knead your breast, giving you multiple sensations at once. You almost hated the fact that you were close to your peak and it hadn’t been more than five minutes of him inside you.

“God I really don’t wanna cum right now” you whined as he still pounded mercilessly inside you.

“Good thing I’m not gonna let you” Dejun murmured and just as you thought your orgasm had reached, he pulled out of you and rolled onto his back,

“Get on top.”

You listened to his instructions but before sitting back on his member you gave him a few pumps, finally able to see him squirm under your touch this time round. Dejun gave you a small smack on your butt, and you finally abided to his request and sat on top of him, the new position already bringing you back to where you started.

Dejun sat up to meet your thrusts as you rode him, and you found your hand tangled in his messy locks as the two of you practically screwed the hell out of each other. The kiss this time was filled with lust, filled with lip biting and exchanging of saliva as you felt your orgasm fast approaching and noticed Dejun’s pace was slowing down too,

“cum for me baby” Dejun mused as he used the last of energy to give you a few hard thrusts until you finally came undone and he followed quickly after.

It took about two minutes of trying to catch your breath before you finally rolled on the bed next to him and wiped the beads of sweat from your forehead.

“Yeah this...this was definitely missing in some of those novels” you turned to Dejun who had a smile spread across his face.

He pulled the covers over your bodies and pressed his lips to your forehead and cheek,

“Should we write our own novel then ?”

“Yeah, yeah we should” you smiled, closing your eyes feeling at peace as his warmness enveloped you.

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[peachbear88]

Lights

A/N: Inspired by "Lights" by Elijah Woods. Highschool AU :)

Y/BF/N = Your best friend's name

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"Y/N, we got an order for 2 original burgers and small fries." Wanda, your coworker calls. You grunt, flipping the beef patties on the grill swiftly before dishing them out onto buns with lettuce, tomato and cheese on them. You proceed to whirl around, lifting the fry cage up and out of the deep fryer, dumping them in a fry carton. Leaning through the small window between the kitchen and the restaurant front, you slide the meal through, winking at Wanda, who picks the meal up, blushing.

"Y/L/N! You better not be flirting back there!" Your best friend roars, leaving your face burning along with Wanda who's giggling.

"Shut up!" You shout back, attempting to hide the blush creeping up your neck.

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After a long, gruelling 5 hours of your minimum wage, part time job, the three of you drag yourself out of the fast-food restaurant and into your beat up pickup truck, piling into it.

"Alright, Y/BF/N, we're dropping you off first, then I'll drop you off Wanda." You explain, starting the engine as Wanda gives you a quick peck on the cheek. Y/BF/N wolf-whistles and you glare, pressing a quick possessive kiss to Wanda's lips before pulling out of the restaurant's parking lot.

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"Alright babe, this is your stop." You exclaim, putting your truck in park. Wanda looks at you longingly, clutching your hand tightly. You sigh, running your hand through her hair gently. "How about I walk you to the door?" She instantly perks up, her large green eyes staring back at you. You smile and the two of you exit the truck, her backpack slung over your shoulder. She clings to you, making the two of you take your time to cross the street. When you finally arrive, Wanda pulls you around, a pout on her face. You caress her defined features, pulling her chin up a little to give her a small kiss. She whines when you pull away but you take a deep breath, steeling your nerves and knock on the door. It swings open to reveal the scowling face of Ireyna, Wanda's mother. She never liked you. The moment you started dating Wanda, she raised her defenses. Quickly ushering Wanda into the house, she snatches the backpack viciously from your outstretched hand.

"You need to stay away from my daughter. She's an angel and you, you vermin are not a saint. She could do so much better then the likes of you and yet for some unknown reason, she chooses you. I'm warning you, stay awa-." She's interrupted as Wanda tugs on her arm gently.

"Mama!" She gives her mother a sharp glance and Ireyna backs down, shooting you one last glare before slamming the door in your face. You sigh, running your hands through your hair before trudging back to your pickup truck.

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You arrive at your dingy apartment, flopping onto the couch before yanking out your phone. Messages from Wanda flood in and you smile to yourself. Your girlfriend of 6 years kept profusely apologizing for her mother's behaviour but your brushed it off, reassuring her everything was fine. After a good hour of texting her, you scrolled through your contacts, stopping at your best friend's name.

"What do you want?"

"I need your help tomorrow.

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"Seriously?" Your friend stared at the jewellry before eyeing you unbelievingly. "Your broke ass wants to buy her a ring?" You smack them before returning your attention to the multiple glass cases.

"What do you think about this one?" You ask. They peer over your shoulder at the silver band in your hand. It's thin, with small green gemstones embedded in it. "It's perfect. It'll bring out her eyes." You decide, not bothering to wait for your friend's opinion. They roll their eyes, following you to the register.

"So you're seriously going to propose? Tell me the real reason why." They pester you as you pull your wallet out, handing the ring to the man behind the cashier. "It's because of her mom isn't it." You freeze.

"Okay, I won't deny, I do want to impress her mom but it's been 6 years. I want to give her what she deserves." You explain as the man extends his hand for the payment.

"That'll be $1,800." You choke, whirling back around to him. Quickly, you scan through your wallet, finding only a few $20 bills. "Loan me?" You plead your best friend but they empty their pockets to show they have nothing.

"Y/N. We work minimum wage and we're practically broke. We can't afford it." Y/BF/N explains and you sigh.

"Sorry for the inconvenience sir. Guess we can't afford it." You bid goodbye to the man, who gives you a small smile as the two of you exit the store. An idea forms in your head and you turn to your friend. "Hold on. What if I get Wanda to move in with me and I work extra to get the ring?" Your friend opens their mouth to oppose but you don't let them finish, running at top speed towards your truck, dialling Wanda's number.

"Y/N?" Wanda's voice comes through the line, slightly tired.

"Want to move in with me?"

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Wanda's smile is huge as she walks into your apartment, bag slung over her shoulder. You wrap your arms around her, pulling her into a tight hug.

"Thank you for doing this. I know you're risking a lot." You whisper and she runs her fingers through your hair, calming you.

"I will do anything for you lyubov'." She reassures before making her way through the unit, exploring. "So where's the bedroom?" You chuckle sheepishly, rubbing your neck.

"About that... I don't have a bed." She whirls around, looking at you with concerned eyes.

"So where have you been sleeping?"

"Air mattress in the living room." You sigh, dropping your head into your hands. "Maybe your mom was right. I'm not good enough for you." You feel a pair of warm hands pull your own down from your face.

"Don't say that. We'll work through anything and everything together. One step at a time." She murmurs and you sigh, kissing her forehead.

"You're amazing."

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You were sitting on the couch, phone in hand as you scroll through your social media. A light snore came from beside you and you look down at the air mattress to see Wanda, book laying on her chest, her head lolled to the side, asleep. You smile, slowly lowering yourself onto the mattress, removing the book from her grasp and wrapping your arms around her.

"I love you."

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"Thank you so much for watching after my kids." You give her a small, tired smile. You'd recently taken up a babysitting gig to help achieve your goal of buying the ring.

"It's no problem ma'am. Just doing my job." She smiles at you before slapping a hundred bill in your hand. You stare at it before making futile attempts to shove it back into her hand.

"No! Keep it. You have no idea how much of a lifesaver you are." You thank her profusely before rushing out the house and zipping towards the ring shop. You were greeted by the friendly man from before who had kept the ring on hold for you. Finally. Finally you could show Wanda exactly how much she meant to you. You thanked the man, hopping into your truck and zooming back to the apartment complex, your speedometer never dipping below 50mph. Honestly, it was a miracle you weren't arrested.

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"I'm home Wanda!" You cried excitedly but were met with silence. A dark figure sat on the couch. You approached her slowly and cautiously. "Wanda?" A small sob escapes from her. You surge forwards, wrapping your arms around her small body. "What's wrong? Babe, look at me." She glares at you and shoves her phone towards you.

"Are you cheating on me?" You stare blankly at her, before looking at the photo. A photo of you outside the babysitting woman's house.

"You followed me?" You ask, your heart cracking at the distrust of your girlfriend.

"With good reason! You're never around anymore! You're always off doing something else and you won't tell me what." She yells, standing up while tears pour down her face. "I guess my mom really was right. You aren't to be trusted." She grabs her pre-packed bag, brushing past you.

"Wanda wait! Please! I'm not cheating on you. There's a reason why I'm not around anymore." You explain desperately and she stops.

"Why?" You sigh inwardly.

"I can't tell you. It'd ruin the surprise." Wanda snorts, opening the front door.

"I hope it was worth losing me then." She slams the door and you flinch, hitting your forehead.

"Stupid, stupid stupid."

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You knock tentatively on the door of Wanda's house, praying that she would answer. Unluckily, her mother answers, glaring at you.

"Hi Mrs. Maximoff, is Wanda home?" She glares at you, slapping you. Your hand flies up to your face where she slapped you.

"No. I'm done with this. You've hurt my daughter once, I'll be damned if I let you do it again. If I ever so much as see you, I'll rip your arms off and shove them up your ass!" She yells. You hold your ground, proffering the bouquet of roses to her, ring box and letter hidden deep inside of it.

"Okay. Just please, I'm begging you, give her this and I'll never bother you or your family again." You plead. Her menacing demeanor falters as she grabs the flowers. "Thank you." With that final note, you stalk back out into the rain, letting it consume you.

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"Wanda honey? This came for you." Ireyna places the bouquet gently on Wanda's bed before closing the door behind her. Tentatively, Wanda prowls through the bouquet, pulling the letter and the ring box out. She pries the letter open, reading your words.

Wanda,

I know you probably hate me and never want to see me again but I feel that I must clarify what happened. That woman was offering me a job. A babysitting job to be exact. The reason I was taking extra jobs and not spending as much time with you was because I wanted to purchase something. Something for you. To show exactly how much you mean to me. I don't expect you to forgive me because I now know how much I hurt you. I was so blinded by the idea of an object that I neglected the real thing in front of me. I want you to have this as a token of my love.

The girl from your local fast food restaurant,

Y/N

She opens the black ring box, tears threatening to spill from her emerald green eyes. Inside, the silver band, embedded with green gemstones sits peacefully. The tears fall as she slips it onto her finger, almost subconsciously knowing that she will never see you again.

"I love you too."

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Oof. Angst. Yikes. I told you @peabrain112. I told you.

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[strangeradventuresofp]

neglect (five x reader)

requested by : @stitched-mouth - Hi! I'm not sure if requests are open but if they are, can I request a slight angst fic for Five X Reader? They've been married a while but the reader accidentally admits that she doesn't feel much love from Five, and he needs to reassure her? Maybe being caught up in trying to stop the apocalypse from happening and looking for his siblings made Five unknowingly neglect his wife 👀? Could it even be a little bit of a jealous reader 👀? Thank you!

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Your sullen eyes watched the pouring rain through the misty windows as your siblings mumbled between each other. All their words seemed to turn to white noise in your ears and as you looked through the glass pane, the water droplets on the outside mirrored those falling down your face, racing to land on the fabric of your clothes.

Klaus watched you from the other side of the room, a drink in one of his hands. He sighed, not bothering to listen to your siblings and instead coming to sit beside you, resting his head on your shoulder, earning a small smile from your lips.

“Hey, sis. You okay?” His voice was quiet, which you appreciated. You didn’t want anyone else to know that you had been crying, there were more important things to be worrying about right now, like the apocalypse.

“Yeah. I’m okay.” Turning your head slightly to smile at him, he ruffled the top of your hair before subtly swiping away the tear stains down your cheeks.

“All this talk about the end of all times really gets ya down, huh?” You chuckled at his words, glancing over to the rest of your siblings for a moment before turning away.

“Yeah, something like that.” Klaus frowned when you spoke, noticing the longing in your eyes when you looked over at Five.

“Ah, trouble in paradise?”

“Not exactly. Five hasn’t exactly been the most talkative since we got back, unless it involves the apocalypse. I guess I just wish he made some time for me, even a few minutes. It sounds ridiculous, I know.”

“No, no, not at all. I get it, totally.” Klaus took a large gulp from his glass after he reassured you, deeply sighing afterwards. “Can’t imagine that him ignoring you makes you feel the greatest.”

“No, not ignoring me, just… He has other priorities right now and for good reason. I just wish he could, you know, balance his time a little better.”

“Y/N, you’re his wife. You should be his top priority.”

“I guess I am, in the long run. He’s so focused on the apocalypse because he wants to save me. He wants to save all of us.”

“Can you guys stop the mindless chit-chat and actually help us with this?” You and Klaus whipped your heads around to find the rest of your siblings staring at you, and Five looked particularly angry. Muttering a sorry, you joined the others, standing beside Diego and he gently clapped your shoulder a couple of times in comfort and you smiled slightly, zoning out again while the conversation continued. You watched the window from across the room now, the droplets turning blurry as your eyes puddled with tears once more. Once you noticed, you quickly blinked them away, looking down at your feet to avoid eye contact with anyone.

After a while, everyone seemed to disperse from the living room, and you trudged your feet up the stairs behind Five, moving up to join him in his bedroom. Taking a seat on his bed, listening to him as he thought out loud. The sound of his voice proving what you had said earlier to Klaus made you all the more upset and eventually, you fell into a fit of tears, sobbing greatly as you sat cross-legged on his bed. Five frowned, moving over to sit beside you, taking your hand in his gently. He let you cry, placing your hand on his chest so you could feel his heartbeat. It had been something that you had always done for comfort. It allowed you to take control back over you breathing, and you did just that, taking steady breaths, letting out a few sobs and sniffles before he finally looked at you, opening his mouth to speak.

“What happened?”

“Nothing happened. Just feeling down is all.”

“Do you want to go to Griddy’s?” He smiled when you gave him a nod, intertwining your fingers with his until you got to the door of the doughnut shop, unlinking his hand from yours as he opened the door for you. You waited for Five to catch up with you, walking to the counter. You were about to take your seat beside him when a pretty girl took it before you could, scooting her stool closer to him.

“Um, excuse me, miss, I—“

“So, do you come here often?” The girl batted her long eyelashes at your husband, resting her hand on her hand as she puckered up her lips slightly. Your face fell, watching as she tried so desperately to spark Five’s interest, but he continued as usual until she ordered a black coffee. His eyes flickered over to her and he cleared his throat, sipping his own before speaking.

“Uh, no. Not really. Oh, and good choice, by the way.” The two continued to talk in front of you and you sighed, moving towards the door and leaving, making your way back to the academy. When the bell tingled, Five turned, watching you through the window. He finished his coffee before hastily walking back to the academy. When he arrived, he shot straight up the stairs and into your bedroom, where he found you, snuggled up in your bed, hiding under the blanket. Your heart felt perfectly shattered, as if it was just fragments in your chest. But the complete heartache remained, tiring your whole body with the sensation.

“What the hell was that for?”

“What?”

“Leaving me there alone. I thought we were gonna have a good time, but apparently not. Y’know, it would’ve been nice to have a good time and get away from everything just for a few minutes, but I guess not.” He gesticulated while he spoke and you frowned, pulling the blanket off of yourself and pushing yourself up with your elbow, frowning at him.

“I would’ve liked it too. That’s what I was hoping for. You don’t understand how desperate I am to spend some time with you. Even two minutes I’d be happy with. I didn’t expect us to turn up at Griddy’s and have some girl deliberately sit where I was going to just so that she could talk to you.”

“So, what? You’re jealous, is that it?”

“I—“

“You have nothing to be jealous of.”

“I know that—“

“I hardly even spoke to her.”

“You spoke to her more than me.” Tears welled in your eyes and Five’s demeanor seemed to soften at the sight. “Like I said, I just want to spend some time with you.”

“We’re spending time together now.”

“I don’t mean like this. I don’t mean when we’re sat together while you’re focusing on equations and I sit and watch the weather change out of your window. I don’t mean when we’re focusing on the apocalypse. It’s all we do, Five. I know it’s important, of course I do. I just want to spend some time with the person that I married.” Your chest heaved up and down and you sighed, in floods of tears again. “It feels like you have no time for me anymore. Like we’re drifting and eventually… we’re gonna be strangers.” Five lunged towards you, pulling your chest against his as he wrapped his arms around you, sighing shakily. Weakly, you snaked your arms around his torso, gripping onto him for dear life. He stroked your hair gently and your breaths matched his whilst your heart rate returned to normal. Slowly, he pulled away, taking both of your cheeks into his hands and drilling his eyes into yours.

“Y/N, I married you for a reason. I love you, and I will only ever love you. I’m sorry I’ve been so tied up in the apocalypse recently, I just… I want to stop it. I don’t want to be responsible for the deaths of billions of people when I could’ve stopped it. The point is, I’m sorry. And I love you so much. More than anything. I suppose I have been working a little too hard, and it wouldn’t hurt to take a break every now and again.”

“Five, you don’t have to. I know how important this is to you, and I want to help, and—“

“Y/N, I want to. I want you to know that I love you and I always will love you.”

“I love you.” You desperately pressed your lips against his, pouring your emotions into the kiss. Your lips danced fiercely with each other, moving together in such wildness and yet at the same time, it was all so flawlessly innocent. He leaned his forehead against yours, releasing his lips from yours, trying to catch his breath. You were breathless for a second before you stood and took his hands, pulling him up beside you.

“C’mon, Five. Let’s go save the world.”

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[thequeenxofhearts]

Bloody Knight

Summary: Jason returns home from a night on patrol. He’s hurt and bloody, and it’s up to Y/N to take care of him.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, bruises and violence

The rain splattering on the window woke you up, but a familiar sound got your attention. You glanced at the alarm clock on your bedside cabinet, 2:49AM

You heard footsteps on the fire escape outside your bedroom window. It was probably Jason coming home from patrol, but in case it was never him; you knew Jason kept an emergency handgun in the bedside cabinets.

The window slowly opened, and you wondered if it was Jason or if it was someone else; someone attempting to break in, or kidnap you as leverage against Red Hood and the rest of Batman’s entourage.

The curtains were pulled back and Jason stumbled into the apartment. You were relieved, but only for a second as you noticed something was wrong with him.

You turned on the bedside lamp and saw him lying on the floor at the foot of the bed. He groaned as he tried to stand up.

“Jason!” You exclaimed.

“I’m ok.” He groaned. You climbed out of bed and went to him, he was bleeding. Blood was dripping onto the hardwood floor, and seeping through his clothes. Mud covered his boots and you saw blood splatters.

You quickly closed the window and drew the curtains so nobody could see into the apartment. Then you tended to Jason.

 You pulled off his hood and removed his domino mask, blood was splattered over his face, along with mud.

“Jay, what happened?” You asked, holding his face in your hands, you listened to his breathing and could tell he was struggling a bit, “Jay, calm down. Just breathe.”

Jason listened and tried to steady his breathing; it didn’t take him long to get it under control, he was used to this.

You wrapped your arm around him and tried to get him to stand, “Come on.” You said helping him get to his feet, he wrapped his arm around you and it was then you realised how heavy Jason was, it was taking all of your strength to hold him up. Sure, most of it was muscle, and the rest was the weight of his costume plus and the rain, blood, and mud that it had soaked up.

You took him into the bathroom and sat him on the closed toilet seat. You peeled off his jacket and dropped it into the bathtub. You saw bruises along his muscular arms.

Ignoring them for the moment, you pulled off the rest of his costume, and he helped with the bottoms. You threw the rest of his clothes into the bathtub, leaving him only in his boxers.

You looked at Jason, “Is it bad?” He asked, “It feels bad.”

Along with the bruises on his arms, Jason also had multiple dark bruises on his torso, a cut that was bleeding and what looked like a boot imprint on his stomach. He had cuts on his legs, but they weren’t that bad. It was mainly bruising that covered his body.

You shook your head, “No, I’ll just dab some alcohol rub on your legs and clean up that cut, it doesn’t look deep. And I’ll get some ice for that.” Pointed to his stomach. You stood up, but as you reached into the medicine cabinet, you looked back at Jason and the state he was in.

You sighed. Grabbing a towel from the rack on the wall, you laid it onto the floor and removed the clothes from the bathtub and dropped them onto the towel.

I’ll deal with that later.

And you began to run a bath.

“What are you doing?” Jason asked. “I’m not letting you get into bed in that state.” You replied.

“Y/N, you don’t need too.”

“I do.” You replied.

Whilst the bath was running, you grabbed the alcohol rub and a pack of cotton balls out of the medicine cabinet and began dabbing the cuts on his legs. Jason hissed as the alcohol stung his cuts.

You chuckled, “They are only little cuts, babe.”

“The little ones are always the most painful.” He commented, “Remember that paper cut you got last week?”

“Alright, ok I get it. But the next one is gonna be a more painful.”

You were lucky that you had picked up a few things from your father, who was a paramedic and volunteered to teach first aid at some of the elementary schools in Gotham City.

You grabbed another towel, a small one this time. You dipped it part of it into the bathtub, you brought it back to Jason and gently dabbed the cut on his torso, he hissed a little bit but you thought that the warm water was less painful than the alcohol rub.

Once the cut was cleaned of blood, you poured some of the alcohol rub onto the drier part of the towel and dabbed it against the cut, Jason hissed again and you thought about how painful it must be.

But it seemed that the pain had quickly began to subside, but you continued dabbing the wound until you were satisfied that it wouldn’t get infected, when you were done you fished in the first aid kit for a bandage big enough to cover the wound, and luckily enough to find several in the bottom of the box.

You ripped the packaging open and covered the wound on his torso.

You stopped the bath running and began to put the first aid kit away but kept one of the bandages out. “Take your boxers off.” You spoke.

Jason chuckled, “You’re very bold.”

“Jason.” You gave him a look that said, this isn’t the time for jokes

And it worked, he took off his boxers and kicked the to the pile of his clothes, you put the rubbing alcohol and the cotton balls back in the cabinet. The you helped Jason into the bath.

He sighed as the hot water touched his skin

The water quickly became a mixture of red and brown as the blood and mud came off his body. You quickly went to the kitchen and grabbed the measuring jug from the cupboard and when you returned to the bathroom, you filled it up with warm water and poured it over his dark hair.

The water washed blood out of his hair and it ran down his face. You poured another jug of water over his hair before you grabbed the bottle of Jason’s shampoo and squeezed a large amount into you hand and began to massage it into his hair.

Jason closed his eyes as the suds began to run down his face, and the bubbles had turned at red/brown colour from the grime in his hair. Then you rinsed his hair a few times before you were sure his hair was clean.

 You grabbed the sponge and the bar of soap that sat on the side, and you began to wash the grime off him, staring with his face. You wiped away the blood that had been washed from his hair.

“That’s better.” You smiled. Jason smirked at you as you continued to wash him.

“So, tell me. What happened?” You asked as you squeezed the soapy sponge onto his right shoulder.

Jason sighed heavily, “It was just supposed to be a patrol. Bruce hadn’t pick up any activity on the bat computer, but he was keeping an eye on it. It was quiet until I heard a scream, so I followed it. I ended up in Crime Alley.”

You rinsed the sponge in the water before lathering it up again.

“A woman was being mugged, and I stopped it but they got away with her purse, so I followed them. I followed them to an old factory a few blocks away, and I didn’t even realise it was the Joker’s old hideout.”

You stopped sponging his back and asked, “Isn’t the Joker in Arkham?”

Jason nodded, “Yeah he is, but Harley Quinn isn’t. Nor are the Joker’s henchmen. They jumped me as I entered the factory.”

You sighed, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, Y/N. It’s not your fault.” He reached for your hand and you let him take it. He brought it to his lips and kissed your knuckles.

“The three of them overpowered me, it was Harley who did this.” He said pointing to the injuries on his torso, “But I managed to get my gun, and I shot one of the goons. I didn’t kill him, just shot his shoulder. Then I broke the other guys leg and knocked Harley out. I couldn’t wait for Batman to turn up, so I called the GCPD and I left.”

You kissed his shoulder and pulled the plug out and let the water drain. You grabbed a towel and wrapped it around him as he stood out of the bathtub.

You let him dry himself whilst you went into the bedroom and grabbed a pair of boxers for him to wear to bed.

When you came back and he was dry, you threw him the boxers which he pulled on.

Carefully, you pulled the bandage off his torso and dabbed it dry. The replaced it with a clean, dry bandage.

“Go to bed Jay, I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

“Leave that until the morning.” Jason said as you gathered his clothes and put them back into the bathtub.

“No, it won’t take a few minutes.” You said, running the bath again. You planned to leave his clothes soaking in the tub overnight to get the worse of the grime out, then you could put them in the washing machine in the morning.

Jason wondered into the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water for you both, along with a packet of paracetamol. He was in a lot less pain that he was when he had arrived home, thanks to you, but his bruises still pained him.

He laid down on the bed after taking two of the paracetamols.

When you climbed into bed next to him, he pulled you against his chest, “What would I do without you?” He mumbled, pressing his lips to your forehead.

You smiled, “That’s a scary thought.”

Jason chuckled, “I love you.”

“I love you too. Good night Red Hood.”

“Night babe.”

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #reader inserts #red hood x reader #red hood x you #red hood x y/n #red hood #batman #fanfic #oneshot #late night fanfic

[twilightofthejedi]

fic: lost in your current like a priceless wine

written for @ahenix !!

thank you sm @trynatalktou for the beta work!

read on ao3: here

summary:

“Or we could just share the bed,” she ventures. his gaze snaps to hers, incredulous. She barrels on hurriedly. “It’s big enough for the both of us, anyways.”

in ep 17, what if chayenzo decided to spend the night in the hotel room after they plotted? and then there was only one bed??

set during episode 17

Cha-young closes the laptop with finality, heading to the table where the tray of food had been set out. She pours a drink into two glasses, and hands one over to Vincenzo where he stands by the large glass window. He smiles, taking the drink from her hand. She leans against the wall, and lifts her brows at him.

“What now?”

“Now we try to get some rest.” He pushes off the wall, and she follows suit. “It’s already late, and we need to be up early tomorrow to see the fruits of our labors.” He grins at her at this, boyish with his enthusiasm.

“All right. If you hand me my room key, I’ll leave first, Mr. Cassano.”

He blinks at her. She frowns at him.

“You didn’t get another room?”

“No. Should I go and get it? I’ll be right back.” He makes to move for the door.

She thinks fast.

“No it’s fine. There are so many couches here anyways. I’ll just make myself comfortable on one of them.”

He looks pained. “No, no it’s fine. I’ll go down and book another room.”

She tries to play it off nonchalantly. “Yah, does money grow on trees for you? I said it’s fine, right? Typical mafia, flaunting how rich you are…”

“All right, all right. Just don’t put your feet up on the coffee table with your shoes on,” he says hurriedly.

Just to be contrary, she sashays over to the couch, not missing how his breath hitches. She flounces on the couch ungracefully, and kicks up her heels-clad feet on the low coffee table, groaning at the relief it brings to be off her feet. Smirking, she looks over at Vincenzo, who looks like he isn’t breathing.

Good.

“What was it that you said?” she asks loudly. He tears his hand through his elegantly styled hair, and she is suddenly seized by the desire to do it herself. To know exactly how the strands of his hair would feel through her fingers.

Focus, Cha-young. You’re supposed to be making him lose his mind, not yours.

He doesn’t seem to notice her racing heartbeat, however. Marching over to her, he takes a hold of her feet and removes her heels, his hands impossibly gentle. Then, he stands abruptly.

“I’m going to wash up. I’ll be done soon,” he says, and she thinks that if all it took to unsettle Vincenzo Cassano was to put her feet up on a coffee table, she would have done it a long time ago.

When he finally emerges, his hair is wet and plastered to his forehead, and all she can think is oh shit.

“You can go ahead, Ms. Hong. I’ll get some blankets for you out of the closet,” he says, and oh, his voice should not be that smooth. She nods, and hopes it doesn’t look like she’s fleeing when she hightails it to the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, she steps out, clouds of steam at her feet. He is running a towel through his hair, and she has to look away, because the simple act of him drying his own hair should not be this attractive to her. She finds a water bottle and takes a long drink from it, her throat suddenly dry.

He seems to realize that she has come out of the bathroom.

“Ms. Hong, I can take the couch, don’t worry - you can have the bed.” She looks towards the couch, and sure enough, his shoes are neatly arranged in front of it. This is patently unfair, of course. He’s paying for the extravagant hotel room; he should be allowed to at least sleep on the bed.

From middle school, to law school, to her internship and partnership at a firm, Cha-young has been known for her ability to think fast on her feet. It is, after all, what allowed her to win trial after trial, to the point in which she had secured a position at Wusang, a prestigious firm, at such a young age. She prides herself on this ability.

It comes especially in handy now.

“Or we could just share the bed,” she ventures. his gaze snaps to hers, incredulous. She barrels on hurriedly. “It’s big enough for the both of us, anyways.”

He nods slowly.

“Yes, you’re right. I’ll take this side.” He moves to the side closer to him, and she stares at him, unable to believe her own luck. She unwinds her hair from the twist on the top of her head, and catches him watching her. He quickly looks away, cheeks reddening.

She smiles to herself. Still got it, Hong.

He climbs gingerly underneath the covers, and she follows suit, but with considerably less grace.

They lay there in silence for a few minutes, the only light originating from the Seoul night outside. She is acutely aware of every particle of her body, and every centimeter of distance between them.

Much to her relief, Vincenzo speaks first.

“I never thanked you.”

“For what?” For once, her customary brashness has abandoned her. Maybe it’s something about the unfamiliar environment, or the lambent light gilding his face in soft light. Or maybe it’s the quiet vulnerability in his voice, as he stares up at the smooth plaster of the ceiling, determinedly not looking at her. She props herself up on one elbow, and turns towards him.

“For staying with my mother that day. And then staying with me afterwards. I never thanked you.”

She is taken back momentarily.

“Why would you need to thank me?”

“You didn’t need to do that. That went beyond the professional limits of our partnership.” She suppresses the urge to roll her eyes, but suspects that if she did that, he would take it as some sort of rejection, which she has no desire to do. She decides to be delicate, for once in her life. Her father is probably gaping in heaven. Cha-young being considerate of someone’s feelings? I never thought I would see the day!

“I think, Mr. Cassano, that we’ve gone well beyond the limits of a professional partnership,” she begins carefully. He goes rigid, and turns to face her, mirroring her position.

“Either way, I greatly appreciated your support. I don’t think I could have gotten through it without you.” Despite his words, his tone is stiff, formal.

Cha-young has known Vincenzo long enough to know when he is holding something back. Still, she won’t push him.

“Of course. I wouldn’t have dreamed of leaving you to face it alone.” Light, unweighted words. Cha-young still remembers the hushed hours of the funeral, how he had stood, head bowed, in his suit with the three stripes on the arm. She hadn’t known what to say, what to do, so she had simply stood there with him, a silent vigil to the maelstrom of his grief.

He inhales a shuddering breath, his eyes fluttering closed. “How did you do it, Cha-young-ah?” She is so (pleasantly) shocked at him dropping the honorific that she is rendered completely speechless.

“Do what?”

“How did you go on? I’ve tried to shut out my mind and keep moving, and I’ve tried to keep busy, but then my mind gets quiet and I don’t know what to do. So how did you do it?”

Outside, rain gently hits the glass of the window, and she looks at him, really looks at him for the first time since she had settled under the covers. He always looks handsome, but now he looks almost liquid in the moonlight slanting in through the hastily drawn curtains. His eyes look like storms, shadows whirling around themselves in the dark expanses of his irises, his pupils blown out.

She thinks, rather foolishly, that she wants to kiss him.

“I gave myself a purpose, remember? I vowed revenge, and I didn’t allow myself to stop.” She flops back on her back. “So as far as dealing with grief, I don’t think I can give you good advice. I’m barely dealing with it as it is.” The rain outside picks up, and she huffs a laugh. They’re really two broken people aren’t they? She can’t even offer him any advice, because she is exactly the same as him in that regard.

“So I guess don’t let yourself stop. We’ll figure out what comes next after we’re done doing everything that needs to be done.” She feels bold, all of a sudden. “And we’ll figure it out together. Because I don’t know, either.”

His hand suddenly reaches out, and takes hers. Her entire body feels like it's running through hot water, and she squeezes his hand back.

“That sounds like a good idea. Excellent plan, Ms. Hong. You truly do belong in the mafia,” he says, but his voice is thick.

She laughs, and he smiles, pleased, looking down at their entwined hands. And suddenly, just like that, Cha-young can not wait anymore. The world that they both live in is far too dangerous for her to deny her own feelings any longer. She has enough regrets in her life that she doesn’t want to add to them. She will never be able to live with herself if she doesn’t act now, so she does.

As simple as that.

She leans down, moving her free hand to curl around his neck, and kisses him. He doesn’t hesitate like he did in the gallery, and pulls her into him, and she sinks into the warmth of his chest. He kisses her back and it’s everything that she has ever wanted. If she thought that the kiss in the gallery was amazing, this is simply heady. She thinks that she could get drunk on the feeling, the feeling of his mouth moving against hers, and the sure, steady warmth of him underneath her body.

When she pulls away, his face is soft, and he reaches up to run his thumb over her lips. She runs her fingers through the outrageously soft strands of his hair, and smooths it away from his face.

The rain has slowed down to a gentle backdrop at this moment - this moment that seems to be frozen in time. She leans down to press a kiss to his jaw.

“Go to sleep, jagiya,” she says, daring to call him the word that she has wanted to call him since he lost the bet about the bungeoppang. He smiles at her, slow and luminous, and turns around, his back to her.

She settles behind him, and reaches forward to wrap her arms around him, and press her lips to the nape of his neck. He sighs contentedly, and she can feel it in his chest.

The rain patters on, and Cha-young can not think of a better way to go to sleep.

#vincenzo kdrama #vincenzo x cha young #chayenzo #hong cha young #vincenzo cassano #idiots in love #there was only one bed #vincenzo ep 17 spoilers #my writing #my fic

[free-pancakes]

Hi! Can you do the number 22? Also, I love you, you make my days better 💕

omg anon you're making me soft wahhhh, love you too, i hope your days have been good <3 sorry for very late response, hope you like!

ao3 link here

22. First time wearing the other’s clothes vs Last time wearing the other’s clothes

Clouds stretched across the afternoon sky, coloring everything grey. It felt as though the world lost its color once again—another failed expedition.

“Did they ever win? Not even once?” Levi thought.

A Scout for only a few months, he returned once again with nothing but a sea of grey crashing wildly within him, as hopeless as the look in everyone’s eyes this morning.

The sound of pouring rain echoed outside, and Levi just listened as he tried to calm the powerful waves inside him, eventually wandering his way up to a window in one of the back hallways of the barracks. He stared out through the glimmering curtain of rain, until his eyes fixed upon a forest-green figure out in the distance, under the cover of trees. He pressed up against the window to see the Scout’s hood fall as they looked up at the sky, arms outstretched, hands balled into tight fists. There revealed the messy brown hair of one particularly friendly Scout he had encountered one too many times—Hange Zoe.

Hange was like the sun, Levi had thought from afar—a pure, ball of sunshine. Like no one he had ever met before. But this time, she fell camouflaged in the grey. She threw her arms out above her, and Levi leaned up against the window, his heart dropping as he heard the sound of her screams. He did hear that a beloved Scout had been lost today—it must have been a member of Hange’s squad. He continued to look out at Hange—she was coping, she was trying to let it all out. Levi felt his heart pound against his chest seeing her like this—he didn’t even know Hange that well, but seeing her like this seemed so wrong that he felt moved to act. He found himself walking towards the back door, like his legs were leading him there all on their own.

As he opened it, the rain began to stop, and Hange was no longer screaming—nothing but the distant sound of her sniffling and trying to steady her breathing. Collapsed onto the ground, sopping wet after the rain, Hange shivered.

“You’ll get sick.”

Her head turned quickly, startled to see Levi there. He stared, a blank expression on his face as he observed the red streaks in her eyes, cheeks swollen slightly from crying.

“Oh! Levi, I’m okay, I’ll head inside in just a minute, hah, well I just need to dry off a bit and I can go work on—“

She was interrupted by Levi reaching towards her, pushing her arms upward, sending Hange into slight confusion.

“Levi, what—“ she said with her head cocked to the side. But he slowly pulled off her green Scout poncho, drenched with rain water, careful not to let it catch onto her glasses. He lowered her arms back down, and pulled off her jacket. He quickly put his own jacket and poncho on Hange. Warm and dry.

She looked down, the jacket and poncho coming up a bit short on her, which made her giggle a bit.

“I’ll go dry these off and clean them,” he said under his breath, taking Hange’s soaked clothes inside, leaving her where she stood.

She smiled to herself—

“Thanks, Levi.”

———

The sound of a crackling campfire sounded in the empty forest, Hange’s jacket and Scout poncho set out to dry next to it.

Hange stared down at Levi, bandages covering half his face, half his body.

“A shoddy job at best, I’m sorry, Levi,” Hange apologized quietly. There were no more tears left in her—she lost them all during her desperate attempts to resuscitate him earlier. This was all less than ideal, but Levi was alive. That’s all that mattered.

Hange smiled as she tucked the loose stands of hair behind his ear. She laid the back of her hand up against his forehead—his fever was cooling down. Good. She breathed a sigh of relief.

Yes, keeping Levi alive was all that mattered.

Hange began to shiver, as a cool breeze blew through the forest. She quickly stood up to grab her jacket and poncho drying next to the fire. As she picked them up, a distant memory came to mind, bringing a smile to her lips.

She crouched down next to Levi, laying her clothes over him snugly.

“Thank you Levi, for keeping me warm that day,” she whispered. It had been the first time he willingly interacted with her ever, and the thought of how short his jacket came up on her torso made her laugh out loud. A simpler time, huh.

Laying down next to him, Hange gave Levi some room, but remained nearby. In only a few seconds, she nodded off.

An hour passed, and the familiar sound of Hange’s snores roused Levi from sleep. He woke disoriented and weak, finding himself staring at Hange next to him, noticing her shivering in her sleep. As he reached his hand forward, he winced in pain—it felt like every little movement he made sent pain shooting all over his body. So he grit his teeth and continued with what he had to do.

He reached forward to pull off her glasses from her face, folding them and putting them aside. He then gingerly shifted himself closer to her, reaching back to pull Hange’s jackets, sharing them with her. Tears collected in his eyes as his body burned in pain, but he was satisfied keeping her warm. He pushed his head forward, his forehead leaning against hers.

Hange was alive, and that was all that mattered.

Exhaustion fell over Levi once again, and he drifted off to the sound of her quiet, even breaths.

#levihan #levihan fanfic #hange x levi #levi x hanji #levi ackerman #hange zoe #ask #replies #anon #first and last #ask game

[yunho-es]

Member/s: Hongjoong (ATEEZ)

Genre: smut

Warnings: swear words, 18+ content

Words: 2100

The rain is pouring outside so hard tonight and the room is lighting up every few minutes, followed by a sound I hate. It wouldn't be a big problem if I wasn't alone. He said he'd be home before midnight and I fell asleep long ago, but woke up because of the thunder.

With my head still on the pillow I grab the phone from the nightstand to check the time. The numbers on the screen are telling me that he lied. Under the numbers stood a message. A message from his friend.

He drank a bit, please be careful with him. The conversation didn't go as planned.

I remember when I used to do that to my mother. Now I understand how she felt: worried and tired of waiting. Just as I close my eyes to continue sleeping, I hear the sound of the familiar keys and the door closing. After that, I hear the sound of liquid being poured into a glass, followed by loud gulps. I open my eyes and see the faint light coming from the kitchen. He never came home drunk and this is my first time that I'll have to deal with it. He has every right to be like this. It was a great opportunity for his company and he poured his mind and heart into the presentation of the idea.

The lights turned off in the kitchen, signaling that he is coming towards the bedroom. I get up slowly and I start to pick my words carefully. He reaches for the lamp on his nightstand and now I can finally see him. The word worried is pasted all over my face as I stare at his pale face and dark circles around his eyes. Finally, he sits down on the bed, turning his back towards me.

"Hongjoong?" I try to speak, but my throat is suddenly dry. He doesn't move. Instead, he lazily starts loosing up his tie and unbuttons his white shirt. I watch as he starts takes off his shirt, leaving me to stare at his back. "Hongjoong." I try one more time. He sighs and puts his shirt back so it rests on his shoulders, not buttoning it up again. Then, he burries his face into his hands and sighs one more time.

As much as I'd love to take off that white shirt and just stare at him, I know he needs me and lots of support. "I had one job." his raspy voice finally speaks. "One f*cking job. And what did I do? I chickened out like a six-year-old like I have to sing a Christmas song to mommy and daddy." the brown haired boy slowly started letting out all the anger he was forced to hold inside in front of his partners. "I blew my first opportunity. After this, I doubt I'll get any more."

I try to speak, but he interrupts me by roughly taking his tie off and throwing it on the floor. His small design company was supposed to get big after tonight's meeting and he was supposed to be the happiest man alive. He loves designing, he loves leaving his signatures on clothes and he loves seeing those clothes on other people. A few models with his jackets and t-shirts on Instagram and a few good feedbacks was all he needed. Not fame, just appreciation.

"F*cking idiot." Hongjoong is the scariest when he is calm because I know something is building up inside of him. I'm just waiting for the moment he will snap. He turns his head towards me aggressively, his eyes staring into mine. At that moment a bright blue light lights up his face for a few seconds, making me gasp and move back on the bed. His gaze softens and he gets up to close the windows I was too scared to even touch. "Still can't close the windows when it thunders?" I can feel a faint smile on his as he asks me.

"Yes, " I answer and turn on my lamp on too, so I don't see the room light up, "you know I always make you close them."

"You do, and I think it's adorable." the slightly drunk man comes towards my side of the bed and sits on the mattress, reaching for my cheek to caress it with his thumb. "But I don't need adorable tonight." his hand drops down on my neck and his fingers find the two spots under my jaw, pressing them softly. A sigh leaves my lips as I watch him get closer and feel his fingers get tighter around my neck. "Do I need your permission to destroy you tonight?"

I don't answer. Instead, I grab his shirt and pull him in for a kiss. His lips taste like wine and in combination with his grip on my neck, it's making me dizzy and warm. The blanket soon ends up on the floor and he lays down over my body. His hand leaves my neck for a few seconds, but after two clicks, it returns to its previous position. The lights are now off and now I can't see him. I can only feel him and hear him. My lips are slowly sucking his, and my tongue occasionally brushes against his. I know it drives him crazy when I suck his lips so much that they become plump and red.

"Just a second, baby." the brown haired man pulls away and starts taking his shirt off, but I stop him. "What is it?" again, instead of answering, I pull him back down and continue kissing him. His hands are now on my waist and they're going up towards my breasts. I never wear bras at night and, judging by the smirk on his face before even touching my skin, he knows that. The room lights up again and for a sweet second I see his plump lips and messy hair right in front of me. "I know you are scared. But I promise it will feel so good that every time it thunders in the future, you'll get wet because of memories of this night."

His warm hands take off his shirt which I always wore to sleep, then my short pajamas. "Please keep those clothes on." I beg. Hongjoong looks and is dominant anyhow, but the suit pants and the white shirt are just a bonus to that. He laughs at my words. "Please?" I ask one more time.

"Of course." his hands brush over my breasts and sensitive areas, making me gasp in pleasure. "I would really like to take my time with you and touch you slowly, but I would also like to bury my cock deep into you and make you suck on my fingers." with those words, his fingers slide down towards my panties and instead of taking them off, he pulls them aside and stops. "But a little teasing never killed anyone, right?" his lips slowly brush down my body: from my lips, down my neck, between my breasts and across my stomach. He skips the place I hoped would be next and continues leaving kisses on my inner thighs, his fingers going up and down against my legs, as if trying to warm me up. "You know, you always complain that you can't wear heels. Or that you can't stand too close to me in public because you are taller than me. But, my babygirl, your long beautiful legs are what make you special. And believe me, it's a pleasure to have them wrapped around my waist or over my shoulders as I make you scream."

I hear a wet sound, as if his tongue is licking something, but I don't feel anything. Just as I reach to turn on the lamp, the lightning lights up his face and I moan at the sight. His tongue is going around his two fingers and he smirks at me. He proceeds to make his fingers wet for a few more seconds, and finally, slides them between my folds. I gasp in pleasure and immediately reach for his hair so I can pull it. "F*ck." I whisper.

His movements are slow but harsh and I feel like I could explode any second. I put my legs over his shoulders and pull his hair as his fingers slide between my folds quicker. Then, the brown haired man stops and I hear the sound of the belt, followed by the zipper. "Open your mouth, sweetie." I listen to him and open my mouth, expecting his warm cock. But instead, he puts his fingers in my mouth and tells me to suck them. "I think you are wet enough for both of us. What do you say?"

I want to answer, but I get interrupted with a strong thrust into me. "F*ck!" I can't help but yell.

"Does it hurt?" the room lights up a bit longer this time and I see that he kept his clothes on, just like I asked him. His cock is pulled out through the zipper and his shirt is still sitting on his shoulders, revealing his chest and stomach only. "Does it hurt, babygirl? Should I stop?" there's no concern in his voice, only teasing.

"Don't stop, please don't stop." his movements are now quick and rough. My wetness is allowing him to slide in and out effortlessly and I wish I could see his face right now. The only sounds I hear are wet sounds, loud sighs and moans and the sound of our skins clapping."Joong-"

"Yes, baby?" he slows down. "Are you feeling good? Is the thunder scaring my lovely babygirl?"

The mixture of fear and pleasure made my body feel excited and even more sensitive than it already is. "N-no." I manage to say between my moans. I finally get the courage and strength to turn on the lamp on our side of the bed.

The sight was truly perfect. Sweat was dripping down his forehead and chest, the veins on his hands popped up as he held my hips tightly, his lips were red and his hair was messy and drenched in sweat. It seemed like that was enough for me to orgasm. He let go of my hips and moved my legs off his shoulders and put them on the mattress so he could get closer to me and press his lips against mine. His fingers found their way to my clit, speeding up the process.

Finally, I allow myself to close my eyes and completely relax into his arms. The brown haired man speeds up again, matching the pace of his fingers on my clit. "I'm really close, Joong." I feel the room light up a few more times and I feel Hongjoongs tongue brush against mine.

"Just a bit more, sweetie. Come on."

I open my eyes again and look at him. He doesn't have his eyes closed. Instead, he's looking at my face, pleased with the reactions he's getting. "I don't think I can-" I get interrupted by a loud sound of the thunder. The fear rushes up my spine again, but Hongjoong makes sure to quickly replace it with pleasure. "Please..."

He throws his head back in pleasure and slows down one more time. "S*it, baby. F*ck that feels amazing."

The room is filled with his sighs and quiet moans and it's the hottest thing I've ever heard. The pleasure is building up inside of me and I decide to let go. I grab his shoulders tightly and bite into my hand, trying to keep myself from moaning loudly.

"No. Don't do that." Hongjoong moves my hand away from my mouth and holds it firmly against the mattress above my head. "Moan for me. I want to hear you. I need to hear you." his voice is breathy and deeper than usual. "Help me cum, sweetheart. Help daddy cum."

The minute the word daddy leaves his mouth, I let out one last moan and feel a big wave of pleasure go through my body. A few more swear words leave his mouth before he cums too, collapsing right next to me."F*cking h*ll, baby."

"Agreed." I reply with a laugh. I stay in that position for a few moments so I can calm down. I feel Hongjoong move next to me and I look over at him. His hand reaches towards my face to move my hair from it. "What are you smiling at?"

"Just wondering..."

"What?"

"Will you be looking forward to the thunder from now on?"

#ateez #kpop #kpop fanfic #kpop oneshots #kpop requests #kpop smut #ateez smut #hongjoong #hongjoong smut #mingi #seonghwa #yeosang #jongho #yunho #san #wooyoung #ateez hongjoong #kpop request #ateez oneshot #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios

[speechlessxx]

In The Rain. (Chris Evans x Reader)

Summary: Can a classic case of miscommunication be solved before the rain puts out the flickering light of love? 

Warnings: trash. lmao. this is better than my radio silence, so... lol... fluffy, angsty (you know the drill)

Word Count: ~2k

The lights flickered for only a second when the bright streaks that painted the sky were followed by deafening claps of thunder that shook your house. The rain was heavy as it pounded against the windows and the harsh winds were no kinder, but they were nothing compared to storm brewing within you.

A deep sigh escaped you as the blanket around your shoulders slipped off and pooled around your waist. You had a warm coffee in one hand and a book in the other while you sat at your reading nook watching the dark sky. It was a collection of poetry with several multicolored Post-It flags sticking out from its pages. Each color represented a feeling a poem elicited, and you found yourself flipping to those with a dark blue flag – the color of sorrow, heartbreak, sadness. In all honesty, it was self-pity.

You weren’t sure why you lingered for so long. Nothing but history and memories were keeping you in his life. The amicable breakup left you detached yet still attached to him. And what made everything worse was that you were still in love with Chris.

The breakup shocked those closest to you. You and Chris were – well … – the most unsuspecting perfect match. You were two completely different souls that balanced one another out. You complemented one another – hell, you completed each other. You were two independent entities that pushed the other to become a better version of themselves. The energy shared between you was radiant and the love was consuming. It was pure and unfiltered. Passionate. You weren’t one to believe in true love – in soulmates, or even twin flames – but then you met Chris and everything changed.

But like all matches – like all flames – they burn out.

You blamed it on anxiety – on expectations. You never had a long-lasting relationship. Chris was the first man you ever felt a true connection to – and that scared you more than you let on.

He was nearing 40 – the ripe age to settle down, to have a family. Although you were certain you wanted that with Chris, you weren’t sure if you wanted that now. Your reluctance had you absentmindedly push him away. You began to untether yourself to him. Untangling the beautiful, strong bond you once had until it was nothing but a single thread.

Although it was you that started to pull away, it was Chris who vocalized his unhappiness. It was Chris who instigated. The night you broke up, he refused to listen to your worries and your reasons for your sudden aloofness. “Do you even love me?” He asked you, but he didn’t wait for a response. You already blamed yourself – and it hurt twice as much when he blamed you, too.

It shocked you when you found out he told friends and family the breakup was mutual… because it was Chris who severed it … The supposedly mutual breakup kept an open door of communication for your families. While your family never bothered Chris or his kin, Scott constantly reached out to you, as well as his mother. They’d often invite you to house parties, dinners, karaoke nights… When you’d decline – finding it was a bit of a territory breach – they’d always claim Chris wouldn’t make an appearance but he always did.

Although you were broken up, you were forced to remain friends. You were forced to look at him across a dining table as if you didn’t know his deepest secrets. You spoke casually as if you never spent late nights unburdening your souls to one another. You acted as if you were friends that were never completely in love with each other.

You remembered the phone call from Scott this morning. He relayed a message from their mom, asking you to come to dinner. When you declined, Scott demanded for a reasonable answer. He often found, “I’m your brother’s ex-girlfriend” a useless excuse.

“I still love him, and it hurts because we’re pretending like we were never together.” Your voice broke. “I’m trying to pull away – trying to move on – but I don’t know if it’s me holding onto hope, or if it’s just....” You couldn’t finish your words – you weren’t sure how to. You felt guilty for confessing this to Chris’s brother of all people. You knew it wouldn’t confidential – that he’d tell Chris – but you just had to say it out loud once.

You heard Scott sigh over the phone. Taking pity on you, he decided it was probably best that you kept your distance from Chris – which was the opposite of the goal of him constantly inviting you out. “A storm’s coming tonight,” he mentioned. “And I know how rain helps calm you.”

But it did anything but that.

-=+=-

Chris had some idea of where it went wrong. The night it all ended, he blamed you. He knew he was in the wrong for that.

The night of his outburst haunted his memories, keeping him up all hours of the night. The image of your tearstained cheeks, reddened eyes, and pure heartbroken expression was burned into his mind. He saw it every time he closed his eyes. He remembered how you barely got a word in because every time you opened your mouth to speak, to reason, to argue, he spoke over you with such a heated, rage-filled tone that he didn’t even recognize.

He was afraid to lose you and because of his own arrogance and stubbornness, that’s exactly what happened.

You were unraveling your bond slowly, tactfully while he tore it to shreds.

And he regretted it every single day.

“Is (Y/N) coming?” He asked as subtly as he could while he and Scott set the table. Scott simply shook his head. Chris placed a plate onto the placemat as thunder shook the house, the glasses rattling slightly. “Do you know what she’s doing tonight?” He asked, trying to stay casual though everyone saw right through it. Scott’s brows were furrowed as if contemplating and his mouth was pressed into a firm line. Knowing him for all his life, Chris knew when his brother was hiding something. “Scott.”

“I can’t tell you!” Scott finally answered. That answer pulled at Chris’s heart – were you with someone? Is that why you weren’t here? “She’s just… she just needs a night.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Chris frowned. An upside to this “amicable” breakup was having his family constantly pull you back into their atmosphere. He wasn’t sure if they did it for him (they did), but he was thankful for all the nights you walked into their family home, gracing him with your presence even if you barely spoke. His brother remained silent and Chris called his name again.

“She’s just upset, okay?” Scott revealed. Chris’s frown deepened as he cocked his head to the side in confusion. “She just needs some time to think and heal.”

“What does that mean?”

Scott sighed. “I can’t tell you. She told me not to – Chris… do you plan on getting back together with (Y/N)?”

“Of course.” Chris answered with no hesitation. “I love her.”

“Then, why’d you break up with her?” Scott asked.

The question caught him off guard. Of course, he planned his apology. He planned his dramatic way to woo you back into his arms – to make you fall in love with him again. He didn’t quite know how to execute it – should he have been a cliché with a boombox, calling your name outside your window?

“I… I guess I felt like she was pulling away… and so, I felt like I had to beat her to the punch,” Chris cringed. It was a childish sentiment… But perhaps it was because his ego couldn’t take being broken up with? Or perhaps the thought of losing you clouded his judgement so much and consequently, his fears came true.

Scott scoffed at his brother, rolling his eyes for effect. “You’re an asshole.”

“Yeah and I feel bad about it, but every time I try to talk to her, she closes up.”

“I wonder why.” Chris groaned annoyedly at his younger brother, slapping the palm of his hand to his forehead. “She told me before that she felt as if she didn’t belong with you because you’re ready to start a family and she wasn’t.”

“When she say that?”

“A while ago…” Scott scratched his chin.

“But I don’t… I don’t need a family right this second. I just need her.”

“Does she know that?” Scott asked him. “Because all she knows is that you had enough of her.”

“I didn’t really give her a chance to talk…” Chris confessed. “I just… I kinda just ranted at her.”

Scott sighed disappointedly. “In all honestly, brother, I think you need to have an actual conversation with her… Not just a I’m-gonna-yell-at-you …”

Lightning flashed through the windows as the rain steadily poured. It didn’t look as if it were going to let up any time soon. Chris glanced at the clock. It was early into the evening – if it hadn’t been storming, then the sun would be painting the sky a beautiful orange sunset. Instead it was dark, gloomy – uncertain like your future.

Without much contemplation, Chris rushed out of the dining room, cutting through the kitchen. His mother gasped when he barged through the doors and walked to towards the front. “What are you doing?” She called after him. “Dinner’s almost ready!”

“I’m getting my girlfriend back,” Chris told her. His mother’s worried expression melted into one of pride as she cupped her chest with her hand and gave him an encouraging smile.

“Go get ‘er.”

“Love you, ma,” Chris called before walking out the door and braving through the storm.

-=+=-

The doorbell startled you from your nap. You hadn’t even realized you began to drift to sleep. With little regard about your appearance, you drudged towards the front door, wondering who could be at your house at this hour – especially with a storm like this.

“Chris?” You gasped, eyes widening as your ex-boyfriend was shivering from the rain. He was drenched, standing at your front porch. “Why are you here in the rain?”

“We need to talk.” You felt the blood leave your face. The last time he said those words to you, he left you crying and heartbroken. Thunder rumbled as you stared at him. “Scott told me.”

“Of course he did,” you rolled your eyes with frustration. “Chris, I don’t want to talk –“ You tried to close the door, but he easily overpowered you, keeping it open.

“No, we need to talk about this,” Chris snapped before sighing. “(Y/N),” you always loved the way he said your name. “I don’t want a family right now… I just want you… I just need you.”

You stared at him. Chris was never one to lie. He was terrible at it. His eyes always gave him away. Much like they did tonight when they revealed he was being truthful.

“I’m sorry,” he told you. “I’m sorry I’m an asshole that night. I’m sorry that I didn’t listen to you – that I didn’t even try to listen.” He paused, waiting for you to butt in, but you never did. You just stared at him in silence as you processed. “You’re the only one I want to be with… and I understand if that’s not what you want… You can close the door and we’ll pretend this never happened. We can go back to whatever we were… But I’m not going to ignore this.” When you remained silent, he said, “please, please say something.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t truthful,” you finally said. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about me doubting myself – that I started to push you away because I was afraid of what a serious relationship with you meant…”

He took a step towards you, hands reaching for you. One hand found its home at your waist, the other cupping your cheek. “It’s not your fault…” He said. “I love you and I always will. Please, take me back.”

“I love you, Chris,” you muttered before your hands wrapped around his neck to pull him towards your lips.

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[maladaptiv3]

Rain in LA

Content: this is just something I needed to write, the pouring rain in Colorado had me in my feels...it is just a short little blurb. writing this had me so soft hahaha I hope you guys don’t mind!!

Warnings: None!! Fluff!!

Word Count: 726

*original content by colsonbakes*

Rain wasn’t common in LA, but it seemed to always happen when Colson was away on tour or filming or having a ridiculous weekend in Vegas with Pete. Tonight was one of those occasions. He was set to return in the morning, but it was now the fifth night of you sleeping alone, and you were starting to get tired of it. Most nights you binge-watched old teen dramas until your eyes stung with exhaustion. Tonight was different, the rain bouncing off the window and pelting the roof gave you a certain kind of solace. You cracked the window so you could hear it better, you loved the music it made when it hit the pavement. The lullaby of rain filled yours and Colson’s room as a chill of air drifted in from the window. The rain provided a peace that you often longed for, especially on lonely nights. The only thing that could make this moment better was if your legs were tangled with Colson’s. His head resting on your chest, your fingers moving the hair off his forehead, dancing on his cheeks. His loose grip on your waist tightening every so often if the thunder startled the two of you. You missed him, so much. You knew he was out with Pete tonight and you didn’t want to bother him, but you couldn’t help but call him.

You wanted to hear his voice, complete the image in your head. It rang a few times before he answered, “Hey, baby.” You were silent for a few seconds, “It’s raining.” The background was quiet, you couldn’t even hear Pete shouting obscenities behind Colson’s voice, “I know, I wish I was there with you.” You sat there in comfortable silence, deciding to move to the seat by the window. You stared at the raindrops rolling down the glass, tracing them with your finger, “I miss you.” This time that Colson was away had been different, you weren’t as easily distracted and your mind kept flickering back to him and how much you wanted to wrap your arms around his impossibly long torso and bury your head in his warm chest. “I miss you too.” You cleared your throat, “Are you still coming back in the morning?” He was quick to answer, “First thing.” You smiled to yourself, pulling the sleeves of his hoodie over your hands, protecting them from the night breeze, “I’ll see you in the morning. I love you.” You heard a door close in the background before he answered, “I love you too, and I’m sorry I missed the rain.”

You sat by the window for a few more minutes, the smell of the wet asphalt filling your nostrils. Occasionally, a raindrop would bounce through the window screen, landing on your bare thigh. It was cold but welcomed. It wasn’t long before you felt yourself fighting sleep in the large, cushy chair and decided it was time to wrap yourself in the warm and inviting duvet. You sunk into the soft pillows, clutching Colson’s to your chest, his scent still lingering on the cotton. It wasn't long before the rain had lulled you into a peaceful, deep sleep. You always slept best on nights when the rain was hitting your window, distant thunder echoing.

You had been asleep a few hours when you felt Colson’s pillow slowly being slipped out of your arms. You didn’t pay much heed, figuring it was one of the guys in search of an extra pillow. You felt the bed shift and you slowly opened your eyes, already knowing who it was by his actions, “Colson?” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, “Shh, yeah, it’s me.” You nuzzled into his neck, basking in his warmth, “I thought you weren’t coming home until tomorrow.” He placed a finger under your chin and titled it up, connecting your lips. The kiss was soft, feigning innocence. Colson shifted, tangling his legs with yours. You sat up as he wiggled his body further down in bed, you knew what he wanted. He rested his head on your chest, eyes heavy with sleep. He pressed a kiss to your cotton clad torso as you laced your fingers into his meticulously unkempt locks. You toyed with his ear lobe and he hummed in response, “I didn’t want to miss the rain.”

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[marshmallow-phd]

Catching Rain

Part of The Untamed - EXO Wolf Universe

Genre: Wolf!AU

Pairing: Minseok x Reader

Summary: You were more than satisfied with your life. You attended a nice college, had nice friends, a nice boyfriend. That’s what your life was: nice. You weren’t looking for anything more, so what were you to do when this seemingly harmless boy walked into your life and turned your nice little world into one much more dangerous?

Part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 6 I 7 I 8 I 9 I 10 I Epilogue

**

On closer inspection, the house in the middle of the field was quite pretty. Simple, white, well kept. A secondary building with metal walls sat adjacent to the house – a garage, perhaps. Waiting on the porch was the man from earlier. Baekhyun. Now you remembered his name. He was joined by a few others – Chanyeol, Sehun, and one you didn’t know – who stared at you in curious wonder. Their eyes were wide and investigative, as if you were the supernatural creature and not Minseok.

“Looks like the cat’s out of the bag,” Baekhyun said with a snicker.

“Or pup, in this case,” said the one you didn’t know. Black hair that fell over his forehead and an upturn sat in both corners of his lips, though he wasn’t smiling.

Minseok merely shook his head as he pushed past them into the house. The screen door shut with a loud slam. You flinched at the noise. Chanyeol sighed as he glanced at you. “Would you like something to drink?”

“Yes, please,” you nodded. He motioned for you to follow him inside.

Through a short front parlor and a cozy living room, he led you into the kitchen where you stood awkwardly. The only noise came from the water flowing from the refrigerator spicket. The ice clinked as it moved around the glass. Your eyes wandered across the large, open space. Sunlight poured in from the windows in the two outer walls. It gave the whole room a yellow hue despite the white and light gray coloring of the cabinets and backsplash. Whoever had last designed this room had done so in a way to make it feel bigger and open, welcoming even. You wondered if there must have been a woman living here to give the finer touches. Minseok hadn’t mentioned anyone beyond his male roommates. The thought of a woman living amongst them made you slightly jealous, but you shoved it aside when Chanyeol held out the glass for you.

“Thank you,” you murmured before taking a sip.

He nodded shyly. His foot tapped lightly against the hard wood floor with his hands shoved into his pockets. He looked everywhere except for at you. Feeling eyes on you anyway, you glanced over your shoulder just in time to see several crops of hair disappear from the hallway entrance.

You scoffed. “You guys act like you’ve never seen a female before.”

“Not one like you.”

Minseok stepped into the room wearing a t-shirt with frayed edges where the sleeves had been cut off and a pair of basketball shorts. As angry as you were with him, the distrust still very much apparent, you were fighting the urge to run to him. What was this stupid, conflicting feeling? Making eye contact with Minseok, Chanyeol ducked his head and hurriedly left the kitchen.

“So,” you crossed your arms after putting down the glass and leaned against the counter, “is this the part where you explain to me what the hell is going on?”

“I will, but not here.”

“No, you don’t get to do that!” you snapped. “You didn’t want to tell me in the forest, so we came back here and now you don’t want to tell me here?”

Minseok shrunk back. “I just meant down here. Can we go upstairs? Away from where the others can hear?”

That suggestion could be accepted. Actually, you felt a little bad for exploding, but could you really be blamed? Given the information dump you were steadily receiving today? “Oh. Okay. Lead the way.”

Minseok’s hand twitched at his side, but he kept it in check as he turned and headed back up the stairs. The top spilled out into a hallway lined with doors. This space wasn’t as bright as the kitchen. Different shades of dark brown covered the wooden floor and plaster walls. No windows gave view to the outside making you feel trapped. “This one’s mine,” Minseok said. He held on to a handle of one of the middle doors and waited for you to come closer before pushing it open. When you saw what lied beyond the door, you nearly smiled.

On the walls were posters of famous soccer players and indie movies you’d never heard of. The bed was made with military precision, not a creased comforter or half-strewn pillow in sight. Against the far wall under a singular window was a desk. The notebooks were stacked in the top right corner, the edges so straight a ruler wouldn’t be able to find fault. Pens and pencils occupied a small cup to keep the rest of the desk clear.

“Not what you expected?” Minseok asked as he closed the door.

“Yes and no.” You stole a glance at him over your shoulder. “It’s very… neat.”

Minseok smiled shyly. He shuffled over to the bed and sat down. If he expected you to take the spot next to him, he was wrong. Instead, you chose the chair. A precaution for yourself.

Neither of you knew where to start. Who was supposed to talk first? What part should even be considered the beginning? Unable to continue in this awkward silence, you jumped in feet first.

“You can really… turn into a wolf?” The words felt like glue in your throat. Creatures like that belonged in fairytales and fantasy films, not a college campus.

“Yeah,” Minseok said. “We all can. All nine of us.”

“All nine.” Oh, great. A whole pack of them. “Even the one’s I met?” Stupid question. He’d already answered that, technically. But Minseok simply nodded instead of calling out the redundancy. “So, were you all bitten or-” You felt ridiculous basing the current situation on myth and legend, but what else did you have to go on?

“We’re all born this way. You can’t be like us from a bite or a scratch. It has to be in your DNA.” He snuck a peek before beating you to the next question. “The moon doesn’t really influence us either. I mean, its easier to see by at night in the forest, but it doesn’t force us to change. We can do that whenever we want. Witches have more of a connection with the giant rock in the sky.”

“Witches! They’re real, too? What else is real? Vampires? Dragons? Goblins?” What kind of world had you stumbled into?

Minseok flinched. “Maybe we should stick to one subject at a time.”

“Right.” That was probably best for your sanity. “So, if you have to be born like,” you gestured to him, “… this, does that mean both of your parents were, too?”

“Just my dad,” Minseok said. “Females wolves are extremely rare.”

“Well, that’s sexist.”

“Hey, we didn’t make up the rules. It’s genetics.” He scratched the back of his neck, twitching his lips from side to side. “I guess I should say that silver doesn’t bother us either.”

Why did you feel relieved at that random fact? It didn’t matter, as that wasn’t the most pressing issue to you. “Earlier you mentioned that it wasn’t you killing the campers-”

“It wasn’t any of us!”

“I believe you.” The words tumbled off your lips. And you realized that it was true. You couldn’t twist the nervous, sweet guy in front of you into a mindless killer. The way he was explaining everything slowly, cautiously, giving you time to understand. He wasn’t hiding anything from you. Not anymore. “I’m just confused when you said it was an omega?”

“Its just a ranking system within a pack,” he explained. “Alpha, beta, MR, omega. Junmyeon’s the alpha of our pack, he’s in charge. Yixing and I are betas, second in command. We help enforce Junmyeon’s word and keep an eye on the younger wolves who like to cause mischief.” He chuckled, as if remembering times when said mischief occurred. “The rest are all MR – Mid-ranking. They all have their own duties should they be needed. Well, except for Jongin and Sehun. They’re the youngest wolves so they get special treatment most of the time. Its okay, though. They kind of make you want to take care of them, the way they are.”

You nodded filing all the information away for later recall. “And the omega?”

“A wolf without a pack. Nine times out of ten they were kicked out for defying the alpha, for putting their own interests ahead of the pack. Without that structure, a lot of them turn feral.”

“Nine times out of ten?”

“It’s extremely rare, but sometimes a wolf will choose to never join a pack in the first place. It’s nearly unheard of though. We’re too social of creatures. Nine-point-five out of ten would probably be a better number.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that came out. Of course he would bring up math in a time like this. Minseok laughed along with you. Eventually, though, it died out, along with the smile that had been growing on his lips. “There’s something else I need to tell you.”

Picking up on his mood, you tilted your head to the side. “I don’t think anything else could take me by surprise at this point.” Minseok stared at you pointedly. Your stomach began to sink. What other little secret could he possibly be harboring at this point? You didn’t think anything could be as shocking as his shapeshifting abilities.

“Have you ever heard the expression ‘wolves mate for life’?” he asked cryptically.

“Yeah?”

“Well-” he shifted, crinkling the perfect comforter in the process. “We don’t know why it happens. Junmyeon thinks its nature’s way of compensating our ‘otherness’ while Jongdae just thinks it’s another level of torture.” An uncomfortable laugh. “But, um, every wolf has their own mate. Just one, that they stick with for the rest of their lives.”

Unable to keep looking at him, you leaned forward, resting your elbows on your knees. “So, are you saying that you all get to pick whoever you want as your mate and that’s it? You claim them because of what you are?”

“No!” Minseok jumped to his feet. Swallowing visibly, he cleared his throat, but remained standing. “No, we don’t get to pick. It happens out of nowhere. Our mates are chosen for us before either is born. And we can meet them under any circumstances. Some favorable, some… not so much.”

You looked up at him “What are you trying to say, Minseok?”

He walked up to you, each step hesitant, each step full of fear. Crouching down, he sighed as he looked into your eyes. “What I’m trying to say, (y/n), is that… you’re my mate.”

At first, you only blinked. The words had to be soaked in one at a time before you could piece them together and understand the sentence as a whole. “I- what? How do you even know?”

Reaching out, Minseok took ahold of your hand. You didn’t fight it. The electricity was practically singing between your skins. “Really, all it takes is one look. A few seconds of eye contact and the pull takes hold. But this feeling we both get when we touch, its confirmation. And then there’s this.”

He pulled your hand closer, pressing your palm against his chest. The heat transferring through the thin fabric was enough to make you sweat, but that wasn’t the point of this exercise. It was the rate of which his heart was beating. As he stared at you with awe, his heart sprinted as if it were in second place of a race and needed to pass just one more runner to win.

“Every time I see you, this happens,” Minseok whispered. “It doesn’t matter how good my day has been, its always better when I’m with you.”

“We haven’t even known each other that long.”

“It doesn’t take long, apparently.”

You frowned, confused. “Apparently?”

A small smile pulled up one corner of his mouth. “I’m the first one in the pack to find my mate. The first one to experience this.”

The first…. You wanted to laugh at the romantic angle your brain was seeing this.

A knock came from the door. Minseok stood up, reluctantly dropping your hand before answering the intrusion. “Yeah?”

Several roommates were standing in the hall, all peering around Minseok to get a better look at you.

“Kyungsoo said it was time for dinner,” one of them said. “And that he could hear your mate’s empty stomach from downstairs.”

“And it took all of you to come tell us?” Minseok questioned as he folded his arms. He shifted to block more of the doorway, shielding you from their stares.

“It was an important job,” another one said.

Minseok looked back at you before sighing. “Tell Kyungsoo that I’ll be down in a second.”

“But-”

The door was shut before the argument could be finished. The rush of footsteps faded in the background until it was only the two of you once again.

“Are you hungry?” Minseok asked. You nodded sheepishly. “You don’t have to go downstairs. You can stay here and I’ll bring it up to. Kyungsoo’s a good cook so whatever he made will be delicious.”

“Actually, I’ll go down with you,” you said, to the surprise of both of you. Everything Minseok had told you was still sinking in. There was too much to process and completely comprehend, but the pieces were fitting together. And you were curious about life here. If you really were meant to be his mate, maybe you should know where that road led. It was the right at the fork. You’d uncovered a sign that gave you a clue to where it was headed. You wanted to follow it.

Minseok waited patiently as you stood up and walked towards him. He let you out the door first. There was a moment where your fingers brushed as you passed. You could feel the muscles in his hand tighten. He wanted to take your hand again – and you almost let him. But you held back. There was still something stopping you. Or, rather, a who.

The noise hit you halfway down the stairs. Being told that nine people lived together and truly witnessing it were two very different concepts. There was no order that you could see. Most of the boys sat around the table, conducting multiple conversations at once that overlapped that you had to wonder how they could understand each other. A few sat in a small booth off to the side in a world of their own. It was the kind of breakfast nook you’d only seen before in home magazines. Two boys stood at the counters, their backs to the chaos behind them.

One of them – sporting a very well put together look and black rimmed glasses – turned and smiled at you and Minseok. “There you are. Glad to see you came down.” He held his hand out to you. “I’m Junmyeon.”

“The alpha,” you said as you shook his hand.

“I see Minseok told you most of it,” Junmeyon said.

“Pretty much everything,” Minseok corrected.

You felt your face contort as you tried to pinpoint where you’d seen this man before. “Wait. Aren’t you a professor?”

Junmyeon laughed. “Yeah, I am. In the literature department. Folklore, to be exactly. But I’d prefer if we kept this between us.” He sent you a wink to show he was teasing. Behind you, Misneok growled, making you jump. “I’m just playing, Minseok.”

“And I’m sure he’ll be playing when he rips your head off,” the other stove-top occupant stated. He held out a plate for you piled high with food. There was no way you would be able to eat all of that. “I’m Kyungsoo, by the way.”

“(y/n),” you greeted back. “It’s nice to meet you.” Taking the plate, you tried to hand it off to Minseok.

“No, that’s yours.”

Not wanting to be rude, you said between gritted teeth, “I can’t eat all of this.”

Minseok pinched his face as if debating on something. “Fine. We’ll share.”

“Are you sure about that?” Junmyeon asked. “There won’t be any left over for seconds. You know that.”

“It’ll be fine.”

Shaking his head, Kyungsoo held on to one side of the plate and added another scoop of rice and meat each. “Just in case.”

After thanking him, Minseok guided you over to the table with a hand hovering over your lower back. Even without the contact, you could feel the heat coming from his palm. Or maybe it was just your imagination filling in. Minseok pulled out a chair for you on the empty end before sitting next you. It was obvious he’d purposefully placed you away from the others.

“Possessive much?” Baekhyun snorted as he dug into a plate of his own.

“I’m sure it’s just instinct.” The comment came from one of the more slender boys – Boys? Wolves? You weren’t sure how to address them properly. Maybe later. Your brain needed a break. The one who had spoken had a very pointed face, but in a way that was still handsome. You weren’t sure if you’d seen him before or not.

“That’s Yixing,” Minseok said. “And the last one to meet, I guess, is Jongdae.”

Jongdae turned out to be the curled-lip one who still wasn’t smiling. In fact, he was the only one not in some level of a cheerful mood as he sat in the breakfast booth. He barely looked at you while everyone else was. Some were even blatantly staring at you as they shoveled in food to their mouths.

“You should eat.” Minseok picked up a fork and stabbed a slice of marinade-covered meat, holding it out for you to eat like a child.

“I can do that myself, thanks.” You took the fork and chewed slowly on the meat. It was good. More than good, really, so you took another bite and another. Soon, you were full, though there was more than half a plate left. You scooted the plate over to Minseok. “Okay, your turn.”

“You’re done? Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m stuffed.”

Minseok didn’t reach for the other fork he’d grabbed, as if giving you a chance to change your mind. When you made no such move, he dug in. You smiled at the way he ate, enjoying every bite with satisfaction. At the sight of every plate being empty, Baekhyun stood up. “I’m going to watch a movie,” he announced.

“Oh, that sounds like a good idea!” Jongin said.

Yixing asked, “Which one?”

Baekhyun shrugged. “I don’t know. Whatever’s new. (Y/n), want to join us?”

Minseok cut in. “I don’t know if that-”

“I’d love to!” You turned to Minseok and gave him a cheeky smile. It felt a bit defiant. Perhaps he wanted to explain more to you or spend time with you alone in general, but you wanted to know how this group operated together. You wanted insight to their normalcy. Getting to your feet, you picked up the plate, but Junmyeon reached over and took it from you.

“Don’t worry about this. We’ll clean up.”

“But-”

The alpha wouldn’t have it. “You’re the guest. Shoo.”

More than happy with that argument (dishes weren’t your thing by a long shot), you followed the cluster of excited men to the living room. They crashed on nearly every surface – the couch, the chairs, the floor, anywhere they could fit. Minseok approached Jongin and Sehun who had taken a corner of the long couch.

“Move,” he ordered.

“But we were here first!” Sehun whined. Jongin look over to you and then got up without a word, sitting down on the floor with his back against the coffee table.

“Sehun….”

“You’re really going to kick the youngest off the comfortable seat?”

You tried to break up the awkward exchange. Well, it was awkward for you since you were the reason for the discussion. “It’s fine, really. I can sit on the floor.”

“You’re not sitting on the floor,” Minseok told you. To Sehun, he said, “I’m the eldest and she’s a guest. Please move.”

For a second nothing happened. Then Sehun huffed. “Fine.” He got up and joined Jongin on the floor. He lied down on his stomach and pulled out his phone, over it already. You felt bad but saw no point in arguing. Minseok let you sit first and then, once again, sat between you and Chanyeol, who happily occupied the other side of the couch.

Baekhyun flipped through a streaming service until he landed on a superhero movie. Everyone cheered at the choice, then quieted down as he pressed play. Someone turned out the lights so only the glow of the television remained.

Sitting shoulder to shoulder and leg to leg, you were hyper aware of Minseok. Arms crossed over your stomach and fists clenched, you told yourself repeatedly not to reach for his hand or lean on his shoulder no matter how heavy your eyelids were getting. Erik may have hit pause on your relationship, but there wasn’t much of a discussion of lines. You didn’t know the rules of that scenario and what was and wasn’t allowed. But as your tiredness grew, your willpower weakened. After a few bobs, your head landed softly on Minseok’s shoulder. It was too comfortable to move. It felt too nice, too right. Like his shoulder was the one you were always supposed to lean on. And that was when Minseok made a move of his own.

Holding your head up, he adjusted his arm so it was now draped over your shoulders. Your head rested against his chest when he laid you back down. Something vibrated against your cheek. Was that… purring? No, it had to be the booming from the movie. Right?

It didn’t take long for you drift into sleep. The movie was one you’d seen before so you couldn’t use that as an excuse to stay awake. You weren’t sure how long it had been. A slight bopping motion roused you. In the shallowness of your conscious you made out that you were being carried. Carried up stairs… and into a bedroom. While still holding you, that person managed to pull back the covers and tuck you into bed. As the arm slipped away you grabbed hold of the wrist. Through the slightest slits in your eyes you could make out Minseok’s silhouette.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he whispered. “Go back to sleep. I’ll take the couch downstairs.”

“No. Stay.”

He froze at your request. “Are you sure?”

“Please.”

Even in the darkness, you could see him smiling. “Okay.” Shutting the door, he peeled back the covers once more and slid in beside you. Happy wasn’t even close to how you felt when he pulled you in close to his chest. You drifted back to sleep with a smile on your face.

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[reyesstrand]

#11 for tarlos 🥺

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He’s been restlessly tossing and turning for close to an hour when the storm starts.

TK finds comfort in the sound of rain pelting against the window—it's been that way since he was a kid, and he was missing his dad when he worked overnight shifts or his mom when she travelled on business, and the rumble of a light thunderstorm would lull him to sleep better than any tea blend or natural remedy both of his parents seemed to believe in. Even now, with the memories of a day full of hard calls seemingly creeping up his spine, TK blinks through the burn of his eyes and watches as lightning envelops the room in a bright flash of white. 

He can't stop seeing it, is the thing. Every time he closes his eyes there it is: the little girl going limp in his arms as he held her in the back of the ambulance, Marjan sitting next to him with the other child they pulled from the fire in her lap. Nancy and Tim had jumped into action when TK's voice steadily climbed in volume as he tried to wake her, eventually passing her over so they could start CPR. There had been a sense of finality when they pulled up to the hospital, Marjan's hand on his shoulder the only thing keeping him standing, as the stretcher disappeared into the building. 

TK's brought back into the moment with another loud crack of thunder, and he sighs to himself.

He hadn't wanted to admit defeat when he'd curled up next to Carlos, who'd only stirred briefly with the dip of the mattress under TK's weight when he'd slipped into the room past midnight. He’d quickly fallen back asleep, though, and TK was momentarily jealous of his ability to just be out like a light whenever and wherever he is. He's still getting used to maneuvering around in Carlos' room at night, even though several months of a solid relationship has resulted in TK having his own drawer at Carlos' place. He stays with his boyfriend more often than not, and usually he loves it—he loves cuddling up close and seeping all the heat from the other man; he loves waking up to Carlos' unruly curls and the soft look he always points at TK. But tonight it's just something else to consider as he grabs a shirt and creeps out of the room, as he moves quietly to avoid waking his boyfriend up. The last thing he wants is for Carlos to suffer from his own restlessness.

Closing the bedroom door behind him, TK winces when it creaks before it latches, before he slowly backs away from the room and pulls his well-worn AFD shirt over his head. He rubs a hand down his face as retreats toward the kitchen, the window over the sink letting in the occasional flash of light as the storm brews. There's a moment where he hesitates, until he remembers the way Carlos had told him again and again that he wanted TK to feel at home, here, and so he continues on—grabbing the kettle and setting it on the stovetop, before digging through the cabinet, moving past several rows of spices and herbs to find the box of tea he'd brought over once a month or two ago. It's a cheap multipack, but there's still a couple bags of chamomile, and TK grabs one, putting it and the Scooby Doo mug he'd stolen from the firehouse on the counter while he waits.

The house feels still around him, in the middle of the night like this. The time on the microwave blinks back at him—2:04—and TK feels complete and total exhaustion in every part of his aching body. He loves his job, and doesn't regret choosing this life and this family, but sometimes it's impossible to escape the feeling that he could be doing more; it's impossible to not feel like a failure for saving three people but not being able to do anything about the five-year-old girl who'd inhaled too much smoke by the time they got to her.

He drops one hand to the cool countertop, and stares out the window. Raindrops create little rivulets as they trail down the pane of glass, and with another bright flash of lightning and rumble of thunder, TK loses himself to the melody of the storm, the soothing repetition of it.

As the rain starts coming down heavier, he thinks of the mess the alternate crew is probably dealing with, and isn't expecting it when he feels arms wrap around his waist.

TK lets out a small sigh without even being conscious of it, sinking into the hold. He feels completely enveloped in Carlos—his citrusy and woodsy scent, the weight of his arms curled around him, the press of lips to his nape.

"Ty," Carlos murmurs, mostly into his hair, and TK makes a vague noise, deep in his chest. "Hey, you okay? Did something happen?"

Instead of directly answering, TK lets the question sit in the air for a moment. Shifting the direction of the conversation, TK whispers: "Have I told you how much I love you recently?"

"Doesn't hurt to hear it again," Carlos replies, hooking his chin over TK's shoulder.

TK hums, and lets Carlos pull him even closer, tightening the hold he has around his middle. Quietly, he says, "Well, I love you. So fucking much."

"I love you, too, Ty," Carlos says without hesitation, and TK feels warmth spread through his body. He knows how badly Carlos wants to get him to talk about it, but he won't push. Not yet.

They just slightly sway, embraced in the hug, until the kettle starts whistling. Carlos lets him go, then, and TK wordlessly moves across the kitchen; he blindly grabs another mug from the cabinet and drops a teabag in each, carefully pouring the boiling water.

"Baby," Carlos finally looks at him, head-on, once TK's passed him his tea. TK meets his eyes and finds nothing but love tinged with worry. Like always, Carlos has a way of reading him like an open book. "Talk to me?"

"It's just—" TK hesitates, violently dunking his tea bag. He leans back against the counter, body turned toward his boyfriend. "We lost someone today. She—she basically died in my arms, Carlos, and I can't stop thinking about how we could've saved her."

Carlos' face drops. "I'm so sorry, Ty."

There's a beat, and TK bites on the inside of his cheek. He cocks an eyebrow at his boyfriend, prodding him to continue. "But..." 

"But," Carlos says quietly, eyes practically seeing right through to his soul. "You can't put that pressure on yourself. You did everything you could."

"I know," TK rubs at the back of his neck, his eyes starting to burn again. "And I know I just need time. You know how it is though. I just—I see her every time I close my eyes." 

He admits it in a voice barely above a whisper, staring down at the floor.

The warmth he leeches from the mug feels nice against his palms, but it's nothing like a Carlos Reyes hug, and his boyfriend seems to telepathically catch onto that, as they move in unison; both of them put their tea down on the counter and step into each other's space, TK throwing his arm around Carlos' shoulders. He drops his head to Carlos' neck, and feels his boyfriend's hands on the small of his back, rubbing soothing circles. He's just—he's so tired, he doesn't even think he has tears to shed. 

"C'mon," Carlos whispers, turning his head slightly to press a kiss to TK's temple. It takes him a few moments to realize they're moving, and they make it back to the bedroom. With them repositioned on the bed, Carlos laying on his back and TK keeping his face tucked into his neck, leg thrown over Carlos' thighs, he gets a kiss to his forehead. "Get some rest, okay? We'll deal with everything in the morning." 

There's a few more whispered promises—I'm here and I'm not going anywhere, Ty—and TK finally lets himself be consumed by his exhaustion. TK kisses Carlos' throat, and murmurs I love you into the skin there. And with the rain maintaining a steady beat against the window and Carlos' heart thrumming under his palm, he knows that at least he gets this, and it's something he'll never give up on. 

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[eivor-basim]

An invitation

Also available here on AO3

Pairing: female Eivor/Hytham

Genre: fluff and a little hurt/comfort

Warnings: none

Word count: 1.7k

Summary: Eivor and Hytham are passing a lazy afternoon together in Ravensthorpe when she notices a letter he’s received from the hidden ones’ brotherhood.

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It was a rare lazy afternoon in Ravensthorpe, and Eivor had sprawled out across the ornate red carpets of the hidden ones' bureau. Golden sunlight poured slow-like-honey into the room. Its warmth weighed comfortably on her bone-weary limbs, beckoning her into the haze just-before-sleep. She tilted her head back idly to watch Hytham quietly toil away at his desk.

He was a welcome sight. Even in the shadowed corner stacked high with dusty maps and letters, enough light filtered through to dance amber-copper across his soft hair and skin. Like the colored glass windows in one of Aelfred's god-houses.

Beautiful and frustratingly beyond reach.

Eivor sighed. “Why can you not simply take a break and come hunting with me? What is it that the hidden ones do anyways? Other than occasionally sending me to lay siege to a pesky castle.”

“My love, our work is secret. There are some things I dare not share even with you,” he said without looking up from his scrolls, but the corner of his mouth twitched ever-so-slightly. “Besides, you have been away for so long. I believe you would benefit from one day of relaxation.”

She propped herself up on her elbows, narrowing her eyes. “You are saying I need a nap? Are you mocking me, Hytham?”

He finally returned her gaze, neatly setting his quill down and feigning an expression of innocence. It was a thin veil for the mischief sparkling in his eyes.

“I wouldn’t dare, Eivor Wolf-Kissed, for you are a mighty warrior and would surely have me at your mercy before the insulting words had left my mouth.”

Her mock-indignation quickly morphed into a sly smile as she rose to her feet and approached him slowly. Like a wolf closing in for the kill. She planted her hands on the desk and leaned over, fixing Hytham with a teasing look that seemed to freeze him in place.

“At my mercy, you say?”

“I— I wasn't— your—” he stammered as a sweet red-pink flush spread across his cheeks. Beautiful, she thought. To his credit, he held her gaze, wide-eyed and white-knuckled clutching at his now-forgotten papers.

She savored the moment, wetting her lips with a quick flick of the tongue that Hytham’s eyes followed oh-so-closely. Then she cleanly snatched the parchment from his hands.

“Eivor!”

She chuckled and spun away, already scanning the text as she paced across the room with Hytham hot on her heels. “Acolyte Hytham, we were dismayed to learn of—”

The words died in her throat.

She stilled and lowered her arms slowly, almost mechanically, the paper fluttering at her listless fingertips. It was a simple task for Hytham to pluck it away as she stared blank-eyed into the distance.

He stood at her side, looking down at the letter before turning his gaze on her soft-and-sweet. There was no trace of irritation left. Only sympathy.

“Eivor... I confess I selfishly did not want you to read this,” he said. His voice was sweeping-swallowing seawater, rising and falling with a deceptive gentleness that concealed its engulfing undertow.

I will not fall into it, she thought. I would not rise again.

“I understand, Hytham,” she said heavily. “Some things are meant to be private. I should not have pried. You are… you are leaving Ravensthorpe, then?”

She could not look at him. Nevertheless she heard him shuffle, tuck the letter away. Felt his hand on her shoulder and leaned into the comforting gesture despite herself.

“You misunderstand me. I did not wish to hide this from you… I merely did not know how to tell you. Our moments of peace are rare enough. I could not bring myself to shatter this one.” He hesitated. “The brotherhood has called me back and it is my duty to answer their summons.”

Oh-she-did not mean to curl her fingers into fists but the unspoken sadness under her tongue tasted like blood. The familiar iron-tang of losing another person who was supposed-to-be-there always.

“Yes, it is your home. Your people. You must, of course, return.” She crossed her arms, shoulders tensing against his touch. His hand fell away and she did not allow herself to mourn its loss.

“That… that is not why. You have made my home here, Eivor. Since the day I first arrived on your icy shores, you have opened your arms to me. Even when I did not initially extend the same trust to you.” He took a cautious step towards her and extended a hand, warily as if approaching a cornered animal.

With a sigh of acquiesce, Eivor accepted his embrace, burying her head against his chest and shutting her eyes tightly against the tide of salt-tears. Seawater I drown in. Seawater I give myself to.

Small though he was, Hytham’s arms wrapped around her sure-and-strong and his familiar warm scent enveloped her senses-- ink and paper, sandalwood and something earthy-sweet. He smells of home. The realization ached in her chest. Turned ice-cold in her stomach.

“I thought… I had hoped Ravensthorpe had become a true home for you. That you might stay,” she murmured the words without lifting her face, internally wincing at how her voice wavered and threatened to break altogether.

“Eivor, habibti, I have spent years watching you build this town into a place worthy of calling home. I and everyone who lives here owe you a debt that can never truly be repaid. But I know in my heart that my home is not here,” he said, pausing to tenderly tilt her chin upwards, urging her out of hiding. Tear-streaked and red-eyed, she reluctantly met his gaze. “This is because my home cannot be found in any one place. You have not only built Ravensthorpe. Day by day, year by year, you have built me a hearth-warmth love within which I find myself resting more contentedly than I ever have before. And now… now my home is found wherever you are, always.”

“Hytham,” she managed, but all the disjointed poem-words racing through her mind were not enough. They fluttered away like falling leaves and left her empty-handed. So I will fill my hands with what I have in front of me.

Without a second thought, Eivor curled her fingers into his hair and pulled his lips against hers with an urgency unlike any she’d ever known. He followed willingly, gladly, gasping softly before returning the kiss with fervent longing. I will put all of my love into this kiss so that it tastes of sunshine to him. Sunshine and honey and the promise of a hundred-kisses-more.

She reached one hand around his waist, discontent with even the small space between them, pulling him flush-against-her and deepening the kiss slow-sweet. Demanding more, more, more. He whimpered faintly and she smiled against his mouth at the noise. Resting there for a moment before pulling away just enough to press her forehead against his, that she might see him and he might see the adoring smile he had brought to her lips.

He returned her gaze with reverence, blue eyes wide and kissed-red lips still slightly parted. In his eyes, she found the words she had been missing.

“I do not pretend to understand,” she began, “the strange threads of fate that have brought you from afar and woven you into my life. All I know is that I am grateful.”

“As am I,” he breathed, then smiled brightly. “Come with me, Eivor. Come with me to meet the brotherhood. I need not leave home behind when I leave after all.”

She smiled back melancholy-sweet. “It is a lovely thought. But I am needed here. My clan, my brother, Ravensthorpe. What if something were to happen while I am off venturing carefree into the unknown? All I have worked for and protected could be lost.”

Hytham leaned back and bowed his head, considering her words. “Do you never stop giving of yourself, Eivor? You have poured your life-blood into securing a peaceful home for your family. Now that it is safe, allow yourself to rest. Do not build shelter for others and leave yourself in the rain.”

“Ah, but someone must stand guard in the rain so that the people inside may sleep without fear through the long night,” she answered.

“And there are others who can stand guard, who would be happy to help should you but ask. Remember you are not alone,” he said. “Do you think Randvi would prefer you to remain silent rather than trust her to protect the clan in your absence?”

“She would be insulted that I did not confide in her,” Eivor laughed breathlessly, stepping away with nervous energy as something-like-hope blossomed in her chest. She turned in place, surveying the little bureau they had built together, eyes flicking from one object to the next. The carefully-exact map of England she had watched him draw, his brow furrowed in concentration. The small bed in the corner where they’d lain for hours, legs intertwined, speaking of everything in the night-quiet. The shelves she’d pressed him back against to steal a kiss, sending scrolls flying.

Somehow, imbued with memories of their time together, the room had taken on a life-breath of its own.

It spoke clearly now and she heeded the words.

“Yes,” she said, turning back to Hytham. He stood patiently, hands clasped. The very stance he had adopted on the dock in Fornburg all-those-years ago. “Yes, yes, I will go with you. Of course I will.”

“I— thank you.” Relief sparked in his eyes as the invisible weight of doubt lifted from his shoulders. She only smiled.

“Do not thank me, you have reminded me that I must live my life for myself and choose with my heart. It is something I needed to hear. When do we leave?”

“Soon, I think, but not today or tomorrow, habibti,” he closed the gap between them, grasping hold of both her hands and looking up at her earnestly. “I did mean what I said earlier. You have long been away and should rest. Reacquaint yourself with Ravensthorpe before setting off once again. The journey will be long and newly-rekindled memories of loved ones will make our steps lighter.”

“And I will rest,” she rolled her eyes good-naturedly, “And I will spend time with my brother and Randvi and all the others. But right now, I have missed you and I believe you owe me a hunting trip since you are no longer preoccupied with your oh-so-secret work.”

“You are implacable, my love,” he said fondly. “Very well. And after?”

She smirked.

“Well, I have a few ideas for after.”

The sight of his reddened cheeks and shy smile was enough to fill her heart to the brim with warmth.

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