#today i woke up to words about rainfall

[silentsneezes]

fandom: stranger things

snzr: steve harrington (cold)

part one

Rain is hammering against the window of Hawkin High’s lobby. Eddie preoccupies himself by doodling on various walls with a sharpie. He’s uncharacteristically early to school this morning due to the storm. His uncle’s trailer wasn’t particularly protected from rainfall, which resulted in leaks. This morning, for instance, Eddie woke up to a steady dripping from the ceiling.

Now, Eddie’s burning time before his first period, which technically starts in 3 minutes, but it would be unlike him to show up on time.

“Is that you Harrington?” Eddie calls, smilling as he deciphers the rain-soaked figure jogging towards him.

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t cream your pants,” Steve replies. His voice is uncharacteristically bleary; his words seem to catch on his tongue and stumble out haphazardly. As Eddie walks closer, he notices a sheen layer of sweat on Steve’s forehead. Strands of hair are stuck to the younger boys’ face, dampened from the rain.

“You alright there Harrington?” Eddie asks, his usual sarcasm carries a tone of worry, “You look a bit… rough.” Eddie finishes lamely.

“Hmm?” Steve hums in confusion, squinting at Eddie, “Eddie? What’re you doing here?”

Eddie pauses, “What?”

The fuck is he talking about?

“What am I doing here…. at school… on a Monday” Eddie drawls, “You skip your morning coffee, Harrington?”

The older boy scoffs lightly, perplexed by Steve’s question. He waits. A hazy silence hangs in the air, lacking the usual, quick-witted retort from Steve.

Steve blinks slowly, as if he hasn’t processed any of this. He offers a quiet, “Right. Sorry,” and brushes past Eddie. He stumbles towards his first period, leaving the older boy completely bewildered.

Steve walks through the hall clumsily, shuffling his feet and hardly bothering to move out of the way when other students shove by him. His ears are filled with cotton, a dull pounding has formed in the back of his skull, and his body aches with fatigue.

He woke up this morning with a fever of 101.4 and the desire to hibernate in his room for a few days. His parents, however, had a different plan - one that involved an abundance of cold medicine and Steve attending school.

To be honest, Steve didn’t remember the drive to school. His mind was preoccupied with bothersome thoughts like, “wow, my head hurts.”

“hMPTCH!”

Steve muffles a sudden sneeze into his elbow.

Shit.

He rubs softly at his nose with his denim sleeve, adding a tinge of pink to the itchy appendage. Head spinning and nose burning, he makes his way to the back of the science classroom and slumps into a seat. The cool touch of the desk taunts Steve as his body betrays him and he shivers. He sniffs softly, a sad attempt at skiving off a growing itch in his nose. Unfortunately, it does the exact opposite.

Ducking into his elbow again, Steve muffles two soft sneezes, “heHSXCh! huHESch!”

“Bless you,” Robin takes the seat next to him, placing her backback on the floor and tapping her fingers on the desk. Robin’s energetic personality seems to mock his throbbing headache. He mumbles a thank you for the blessing and stares at the whiteboard, willing today to go quickly.

His daydreaming is short lived; Robin pokes his cheek playfully, “Is someone a little sleepy today? Did Stevie not get enough beauty sleep,” she teases.

“I d-heh-hRSCHh! sNff. I dod’t need ‘beauty sleep’,” Steve argues, hoping that Robin will ignore his sudden sneeziness.

“… Are you alright Steve? Like, actually alright? You don’t look so good,” Robin notices his peaky, pale complection.

After silently debating for a few seconds, Steve decides that he’s best off just telling Robin. Usually, Steve does everything in his power to not let other people know he’s sick, but he’s too tired to argue with Robin.

“I’m sigk,” he admits, sighing and rubbing harshly at his pink nose.

“That’s the understatement of the year,” Robin states. After receiving an unamused glare from Steve, she offers an awkward, “But your hair looks great! I mean, I love what you did with the … erm … color,” She earns an eye roll from Steve.

“But seriously, what’re you doing at school,” Robin takes in his full appearance, frowning at the feverish flush on Steve’s cheeks, “and why are you soaking wet?”

“Didn’t you see the rain?” Steve deadpanned, his throat is starting to hurt and Robin’s pestering isn’t helping.

“Yeah, but don’t you own an umbrella? I mean, all that space in your house and not a single umbrella? I feel like everyone has-.”

“Robin,” Steve pleads, looking at his friend with feverish eyes.

“Right, shutting up now,” Robin notes, giving Steve a slightly apologetic smile.

Steve can feel himself spacing out again, his focus flickers between the teacher and Eddie’s empty seat to his right. Steve laughs softly to himself, only Eddie would purposefully come to class late. A stupidly endearing trait, annoyingly endearing, Steve adds. Without notcing, the ill boy slips into a haze, spacing out at Eddie’s empty seat and trying not to submit to his heavy eyelids.

“Harrington? I know I’m pretty, but the staring is a bit much,” Eddie’s voice quips, startling Steve so much he nearly falls out of his seat. Steve hadn’t noticed that the older boy had finally taken his seat.

“Woah!” Eddie places a steadying hand on the younger boys shoulder, supporting a surprising amount of his weight.

Steve blinks against his heavy eyelids. Eddie’s touch is surprisingly gentle, his hand feels comfortingly warm.

“Steve?” Eddie’s voice cuts through Steve’s mollases thoughts.

“Hmm? Oh, sorry,” Steve blurts, shifting in his seat. Eddie’s hand lingers on his shoulder, and Steve fights the urge to melt into the older boys touch.

Eddie’s eyes are overwhelmingly intense, but simultaneously unreadable. Steve feels himself squirming under Eddie’s scruntinizing gaze. He’s unsure if his cheeks are flushed because of his fever or… no. Eddie’s a guy, and he’s Eddie fucking Munson.

“Harrington,” Eddie gives Steve a little shake, startling him out of his stupor once again. His brows are furrowed with worry, eyes filled with silent anxiety for his friend.

“Is he okay?”

Steve can’t stop the small frown that forms when Eddie looks away from him. He follows Eddie’s gaze to an equally worried Robin. He offers her a small, feverish smile. It would’ve been endearing if he weren’t still dripping from rain and obviously sick.

Steve tunes out the banter between Eddie and Robin, both of whom are exchanging nervous glances. He allows the cottony silence take over, squinting against the fluorescent lights. His haze is interrupted by a hand being placed gently on his forehead; he pushes at the hand weakly. It doesn’t budge, but it does earn a laugh from Eddie.

“Relax, Harrington,” Eddie teases, removing his hand and patting Steve on the shoulder, “I’m just checking your temperature.”

“No need,” Steve mumbles, his tongue feeling unusually heavy, “I already took it. With a real thermometer.”

Despite his quip about Eddie’s hand-thermometer, he finds himself missing the physical touch. His nose is too stuffed for him to smell Eddie’s musk of cheap cologne, vanilla, and weed. He misses it, almost as much as he misses Eddie’s touch.

For the next hour, Steve slips in and out of sleep, his head occasionally falling onto Robin or Eddie’s shoulders. These pockets of sleep don’t help him feel better. In fact, Steve would argue that he feels worse at the end of class than he did at the beginning.

He’s no longer dripping, but the water has soaked into his clothes, even soaking through his sneakers and into his socks. His body feels freezing, despite the feverish heat radiating from him.

“What class do we have next?” He asks Robin and they pile into the busy hall.

“Math,” Robin answers, frowning slightly after noticing Steve’s fever-glazed eyes, “You need to go home.”

“Rob, I can’t,” Steve gives her the best “puppy eyes” he can, and smiles when she sighs, “You’re getting way too good at that.”

“Heh-p’tscHh!”

Steve muffles an impossibly small sneeze with his sweater sleeve, sniffing against the slightest runny nose.

“Bless you,” Robin poorly stifles a laugh, finding Steve’s sneeze incredibly endearing.

“What?” Steve asks defensively, pouting as he shoves his previous notebook in his locker. He debates whether or not he should bother bringing his notebook; it’s unlikely he’ll do anything productive today.

“Nothing! Your sneeze is just so… cute. I didn’t expect the great “Steve Harrington” to have a cute sneeze,” Robin teases, shutting her locker.

“Shut up,” Steve retorts, blushing deeply.

“Nice comeback, dingus.”

Steve sticks his tongue out at Robin. Robin sticks her tongue out at Steve, pulling a ridiculous face. Unfortunately for her, Vickie walks past at that very moment.

This brightens Steve’s mood considerably as they take their seats. Robin’s face is still red with embarrassment and she’s going on some long tangent about how this is her villain origin story.

A/N - the updates for this will probably be slow! i’m traveling right now, but i’ll post more again once i’m home! i plan on writing at least three parts to this :)

#sneeze kink #sneeze blog #sneezefucker #sneeze scenario #fanfic #sneezefic #snzblr #eddie munson #cold sneezes #steve harrington

[hopewritcs]

🎧 - Eddie Munson

“(RAIN) FELL ON THE BEST DAY.”

pairing: eddie munson x reader 

song: lovers do by the brummies 

notes: set outside of canon, only minor s4 spoilers ( eddie being a character / eddie centric plot points ). 

word count: 990

You always loved the rain. 

The sound, the way it made you feel, everything about the rain was just so good. Sure, it wasn’t like snow where you might get a delayed start for school or things might be cancelled. But the rain was just perfect for any kind of day. 

Today was one of those rainy days where you didn’t want to do anything. So you walked around in the rain, walkman headphones on as you looked around the town. 

Everything was so quiet when it rained. 

Music played softly, but the sound you heard loudly was the rain. Both were echoing soundtracks for the day. 

You looked up after a while, realizing you’d walked a little bit into the woods and knew there were a couple of benches and some picnic tables where you could sit on for a break, so when you happened upon one you went to sit down only to see somebody else sitting already. 

Eddie Munson, with a guitar in his hands sitting down on the top of the picnic table. 

Eddie Munson wasn’t exactly someone you would call a best friend, but you weren’t like the other people in Hawkins who seemed to call him a freak simply because he liked to play some game that the majority of people didn’t seem to like and that he had repeated senior year a time ( or two, or three now ). 

Taking a half step forward you pulled your headphones down, “Can I have a seat?” 

Eddie looked up at you, startled by your appearance. A shrug of his shoulders, he gestured to the rest of the table, “I don’t mind.” 

For a while, you two just sat in a comfortable silence. Though with Eddie strumming on the guitar, you weren’t listening to the music on your walkman anymore. It was comforting, and it went along with the sound of the rain. The two of you, his guitar, and the rain. 

“What song is that?” you asked. 

“Just one of the songs I’m working on for my band.” Eddie replied without looking up, his eyes still focused on the ways his hands are moving as he’s strumming from the guitar. 

“That’s cool. I didn’t know you had a band.” you replied, nodding your head. 

“We play at The Hideout on Tuesdays.” Eddie commented, humming a tune that went along with the sound he was playing. 

“Well, maybe I’ll come and check you guys out sometime.” 

Eddie glanced up at you then, his hands pausing on the strings of his guitar as you spoke and he nodded his head, “Yeah. That would be cool.” 

You always loved the rain, and now it had brought you Eddie. 

The first Tuesday after you met Eddie in the woods on that rainy day you went to The Hideout. Eddie was surprised to see you, and you were surprised to see him on stage. Stage Eddie was totally different than what you’d seen in school. 

Then, after that night, you were spending more time with him. You and he became friends over the course of the first few weeks. 

It was a rainy day and let Eddie crash at your house after the band had played the previous night. He usually slept on the floor of your room, but this morning you woke up in the same bed and turned over to look at him. The two of you had been talking after the show and had fallen asleep in your bed, rather than Eddie making a makeshift bed on the floor of your room like he might have done usually. 

You didn’t know when you’d begun to think of Eddie as something more than just your friend Eddie or that guy from the local band Eddie, or Hellfire Club Eddie. 

Now he was Eddie who would go for walks with you in the rain, Eddie who could make you laugh with one look, Eddie who learned all the songs you loved and tried to teach you to play. 

Eddie who you let into your heart, like a rainfall on a day that had been begging for rain. 

“Morning sleepyhead.” Eddie said quietly, looking at you with lazy sleepy eyes. 

“Morning.” you mumbled, yawning into your pillow as you turned to look out your window, watching as the rain fell down the glass. “I don’t even know what time we fell asleep.” 

“Feels like it wasn’t that long ago,” Eddie said leaning up on his arms to spot the clock in your room before continuing, “but it’s nearly noon.” 

You blinked, sitting up as you looked toward the clock and then back to Eddie, shaking your head. It didn’t seem possible that all that time had passed. “Well I guess that’s it, huh? We’re spending this rainy day in bed.” you hummed, laying back on your bed and turning to look at him. 

“There’s still time to go get stuff, I have my guitar. We can go back to our spot.” Eddie said, turning to grab the guitar from the foot of your bed and then stopping when your hand touched his arm. “What?” 

“Eddie, can we just lay here right now?” 

Eddie nodded, slowly falling back against your mattress and pulling you toward him to wrap his arms around you. The two of you listening to the soundtrack of the rain against the window, against the house you were in. 

Eddie humming a tune you recognized softly, almost like it was made for the rain. Softly, the words falling from his lips and you glanced up at him to watch as he sang. 

When he finished, you broke the spell that seemed to be in the room by speaking quietly, “I love you, Eddie.”

Without any hint of hesitation, Eddie replied, “I love you too, Y/N.”

And then you were something more. 

You always loved the rain, and now you had someone to spend those rainy days with. 

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #reader insert #stranger things x reader #hope's drabbles

[mack-montresor]

TASK 001: THE REAPING (PT. 1 | BLIND CORNER)

It was the heat of summer. The air was sticky with sweat, even with the fan creaking in the corner of the room. Still, Nettle woke up with her head on Bramble’s chest. They should get up. There were things to do this morning, but she couldn’t bring herself to move, taking a few minutes to just listen to the steady creak of the fan, the sturdy beat of her heart.

The walkie paging was what made her sit up.

She paged in, reaching blindly with one hand over her shoulder. Sleepily, she groaned out a “Nnnnettle.”

Joe’s voice crinkled on the other end of the line. “Morning to you too. Both up?”

“No.”

“Work on it.”

“Copy.” And with that, she sat up, hoping the motion would wake Bramble up on its own. “Bram.” It was soft, but semi-firm. Today was a big day.

The combo seemed to work, at least enough that Bramble stirred, rolling into her stomach with a huff, burying her face. Hearing Joe’s voice in the morning was like smelling black coffee: effective, but not quite satisfying when you preferred something sweet. 

“Five more minutes,” she whined, voice muffled by the pillow. “Please?”

Nettle laughed, picking up the walkie and presenting it so as to tell Bramble she could bargain herself. “It’s’a big day, he’s gonna say no.” and with that, she stood up, wandering around their room and grabbing her clothes out of the closet and tossing Bramble’s clothes at her. “Come on. Aren’t you ready to age out of this bullshit? Y’know, I bet tomorrow we can sleep in as late as we want. hear Joe's making pie.”

This, of course, only solicited a groan. Bramble pushed herself up, flopping back on the bed, writhing about until she’d mussed all the sheets — wishing to be burrowed beneath them. “Better be the best fuckin’ pie of our lives,” she grumbled, sighing. Blindly, she felt over the mattress for her clothes, trying to change without getting up at all. She managed fine on her undergarments, but there was too much fabric on her dress (a stupid thing to wear), so she had to get up. 

It was Joe. The pie would not be good. It would likely taste of gasoline and be half-burnt. But Nettle didn’t point that out, because the fact that he’d bought berries for them was good enough.

“Are we drivin’?” Bramble mumbled, sticking a toothbrush in her mouth. Even with her mouth full, words warped, she trusted she could be heard. “Joe’s meeting us there, right?” 

Nettle, amused, responded quickly to the question.“Oh yeah.” At this point, she was already in her own dress and halfway through brushing her hair. “Parkin’s gonna be a fiasco, but we’re drivin’. Joe’s got…” it took her a second to remember which responsibility it was today. “Schedules to drop at the station before? Whatever it was, we’re busy this afternoon, so it’s splitsies.” there were deliveries to be made, even on national holidays. They only had the morning off. 

“Another gorgeous day in Panem,” she spread an arm out wide and high, feeling the drama of it. Then she leaned over and spit her toothpaste out in the sink. Bramble tied her hair back and began to wash her face. “Grab us somethin’ to eat in the truck? I’m almost done.” 

“You look great.” Nettle said, although she hadn’t been asked. “Gimme a minute. I haven’t put on socks.” another five minutes and she’d finished her hair, grabbed a bag, shoved some quick food into it from their bin of a ‘pantry’ in the closet. She checked under the bed, grabbing a jar of moonshine she’d been saving and shoving it in too.

And with that, they headed out, locking the door behind them.  Bramble made a note that their raspberry bushes needed pruning, and that the heavy Spring rainfall had washed loose berries down onto the cement of the truck depot. Years ago, Joe had been pissed they’d planted the seeds, and even more upset when it had started spreading rapidly. How were they supposed to know? She weaved around the loose berries, but it was impossible not to smush a few, staining the cement red beneath. Things they’d worry about this weekend, when they had some downtime. Or maybe they’d fix it tonight when they got home. However long she could get away with it, she would.

“Can I drive?” Nettle asked, once the car was within view.

 Bramble pulled the keys out of her pocket, dangling them off her middle finger, teasing in her palm. “Absolutely not. Get on your side.” 

Nettle laughed freely. She went through the usual checks as she made her way around to the passenger side, waving to a pair in their forties who were giving their truck a wash down.

“Good luck today!” one called over.

“Hey, with your route? You too!” Nettle laughed again, closing the hood and pulling open the door. She climbed up, climbed in, and offered a hand, sideways, to Bramble, initiating their handshake. Today was going to be a good day.

Bramble oscillated through radio stations: twangy folk music on one, soft jazz on another, trying to fine tune it to just the right signal. There, music still played, but between the songs, sporadically, another voice shone through. Well, two: Pascal and Delphi. Nettle let her fiddle, didn’t even complain about listening to the news on their way to the reaping. It was always good to hear what their oracles had to say. Instead, they focused on the voices as they pulled out onto the road.

“You’re listening to Vox Machina, this is your Oracle, Delphi speaking,” The voice rang nicely from the radio, something almost familiar, pitched up an octave, any twang cut out, brought to a neutral Panem accent. “In an attack to the north, Peackeepers take casualties, eight are dead and reportedly, dozens more are injured. Rebel forces have lost three in the scuffle.” 

A shuffle of paper created a pause, and in it, Nettle spoke up. “Heard they got Huck. You know, Ulberry?” Bramble swore under her breath. Tragic, but the fight goes on. 

And then Delphi’s voice crackled to life again, “Fortunately, the Vox managed to maintain control of the zone and pushed back all Capitol-aided forces. In the south, the Vox Populi lost control of Checkpoint C after burning the fields there. Check back again after the Reapings for any and all updates, signing off, this is Delphi.”

The radio began to churn out old Dark Days music, the gravel of the singer’s voice a soothing balm. Edda? Or Etta? Bramble couldn’t remember, but she loved this song. “Well, we’ll see if there are updates on the way home, I guess.” She turned it up, reaching over to take Nettle’s hand, to interlace their fingers as they turned out onto the main road.

A winding drive through the countryside, the tall plains and crop fields — it was a gorgeous day. Warm, with a breeze. They rolled the windows down. And with the wind, Bramble had to crank the volume up again to maintain the sound. Then she sang. Joyous, lighthearted, proud. 

And when she looked over, Nettle was singing too.

#co-written with rainy #ft guest appearance from gwen!!! #mtotask #134 #nettle #inspo: nettle

[mediocre-daydreams]

anything james potter honestly, preferably fluff?

ok ok i have this wip i’ve been meaning to continue (after i finish wysif) but i really like it so far and i’ll give u this snippet as temporary satiation // it’s the first part of ch1 for the “be my baby” miniseries

it was the dreariest of mornings in the scottish highlands; an impressive sight, as english weather was particularly grey in the spring months. james did not wake up to golden sunbeams or twittering birds; instead, his head was bashed by a thin, lumpy pillow.

james groaned and rolled until his back was to the attacker, unwilling to give them the satisfaction of an answer. from his side, he was graced with an unremarkable view. the dormitory window was blurred by fog, a lingering reminder of the past week’s truly abysmal weather. even better, professor trelawney predicted torrential rainfall for tomorrow. normally, james wouldn’t have given her forecast a second thought, but this one seemed substantiated. quidditch practice was effectively cancelled.

“get up, you worthless piece of shit,” sirius chorused, throwing himself backward onto james’ bed until he landed on james’ spine with a loud crack.

“oh piss off, would’ya?” reluctantly, james pushed himself up on his forearms and squinted around the room. remus was slipping on his shoes, already finished with his routine, while peter lounged around in pygamas, still much more awake than james. sirius stood at the foot of james’ bed impatiently.

“you’re the one who made us get up at six in the bloody morning!” sirius clutching two corners of james’ blanket, and before james could react, sirius tugged the entire comforter off the bed, leaving james half-naked in fuzzy pygama pants.

“what the hell are you wearing?” peter snickered. “what’re those supposed to be?”

james looked down at his pants. “they’re mandrakes, duh,” he frowned. “haven’t you been paying attention in herbology?”

remus raised an eyebrow, tightening his laces. “don’t pretend like you’re not just paying attention because y/n likes herbology.”

sirius snorted. “hardly. he’s still distracted, just by y/n now.”

james glared at sirius. “y’know what? you can all shut it about my pygamas. i think they’re nice. they’re comfortable, too. you lot are just jealous y/n doesn’t love you as much as she loves me.”

remus began to smile. “oh, she loves you, does she now?”

james barely processed remus’ words before his eyes widened. “merlin, i completely forgot! i’m supposed to meet y/n for breakfast today!”

sirius slapped himself on the forehead repeatedly. “did you think we woke you up at six for fun? for fuck’s sake, prongs, i’m going to shove this toothpaste down your throat if you don’t hurry up.”

all the boys, with the exception of remus, got grumpy in the morning. james was especially guilty of this; however, today he was the definition of chipper. even though the fat lady made some passive-aggressive comment about their ‘inappropriate volume’ and james missed one of the moving staircases, stranding him on a platform while he watched his friends move across the castle, he was unfazed. nothing could get in his way, not today, when he was on cloud nine, absolutely-

“bollocks, james!” james collided into lily’s back, sending her to her knees. her satchel slipped from her shoulder and slid across the floor. james grimaced apologetically, extending a hand to help lily up.

“potter!”

james whipped around, hand forgotten. lily grabbed it anyway and pulled herself up.

“bloody… potter,” you panted, fastening the strap of your own satchel after having witnessed lily’s great fall. “we haven’t even sat down and you’ve killed someone already!”

james chuckled, bumping his hip into you. your mouth flew open, but you had better reflexes than lily. you roped your arm through the crook of james’ elbow, catching him off guard, and the two of you collapsed into a tangle of limbs and books and robes.

“why is everybody attacking me today?” james grumbled, pulling you to your feet with an abrupt yank. “first sirius, and now you. all my friends are turning on me, and it’s not even seven o’clock.”

“oh please, you and i both know we’re not just friends,” you scoffed, dragging him toward the breakfast table where your friends were situated.

“oh yeah?” james questioned, heart skipping a beat.

“yeah, james,” you continued, staring him down. “we’re best mates, obviously.”

“nah,” he grinned, squeezing your hand twice. “i think we’re more than that. sirius and i don’t have matching pygamas and he doesn’t join us for spa sundays,” james pointed out.

you took a seat beside james, eying today’s selection of breakfast. you hummed thoughtfully as you poured both you and james goblets of cranberry juice. “you’ve gotta point there. so we’re not mates, or best mates,” you determined. sirius, remus, and peter looked at james and then at each other and then at you excitedly. “i guess that makes us soulmates!”

you and james high-fived very platonically. sirius let his hands drop and they crashed loudly on the table, making you and james jump.

“looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of bed,” marlene quipped, flanked by dorcas and mary. the latter sat with lily and watched curiously as she finished up her star chart for astronomy.

marlene took the seat beside you, pecking your cheek in greeting. her eyes flickered up to james, looking for some sort of reaction. instead of jealousy, he looked delighted.

“hey, how come mckinnon gets to kiss you and i don’t?” james pouted, holding his hands out expectantly.

“marls only gets cheek kisses, jamie. you know all my love is reserved for you.” you patted his arm sympathetically. “now stop with the grabby fingers; i need toast.”

“i already made toast for you.” james poked your arm. “but i’m withholding it until you let me kiss you. or, even better, you give me a kiss.”

“i’ll just make another toast then,” you retaliated, waving your face closer to his mockingly. “and you can’t do anything about it.”

james dropped his juvenile performance and looked at you with an all-too-familiar gleam in his eye. “oh, yes. i. can.” before you could reach for a slice of bread, he grabbed both your wrists and held them above your head with one hand, using his other one to barrage you with tortuous tickles.

“you prick!” you screamed. you didn’t find being tickled humorous whatsoever. “stop it, y- you cunt! you- you buffoon-faced a- asshole!”

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Fluffuary 2023 Day 17: Rainy Day- Bard x OC

Bard x Roslyn

Description: Roslyn knows the cure to Tilda's fear of thunderstorms.

Word Count: 1.2k

Challenge made by the lovely @darthglitterfanfictionnfiction

While Roslyn loved blue skies and clear days, she absolutely adored rainfall. Just like with sunshine, it is a foundation to build better foliage in the nature that they were fortunate enough to be surrounded by. It reminds her how beautiful the earth is. And speaking of beauty, it itself is beautiful the way it mixes with the sun to bring rainbows for people to admire. There wasn’t a thing she didn’t love about rain. 

What Roslyn didn’t know was that Bard’s youngest daughter, Tilda, was afraid of rainstorms. She had only known Bard and his children for a few months as she helped the people of Laketown rebuild and settle in Dale after Smaug destroyed their homes. He had become the leader of the city, and he had asked her to stay after she protected Bain, Sigrid and Tilda during the Battle of Five Armies. They began courting only a few months ago, but Bard had graciously allowed her to stay with them as she had no place to live. During that time she had gotten to know his children, helping them with their day to day lives as they helped her adjust to living in society after having lived in a forest for many years. 

Today seemed like any other. Well, aside from the gray clouds that seemed to roll in overnight and the distant rumbling of thunder. Roslyn woke up that morning with a smile on her face after noticing the weather. It was the first rainfall since they’d moved to Dale, and she just couldn’t wait for the day ahead. She went around the house making sure everyone was awake like she usually did, then was confused to see Tilda still in bed. 

“Tilda, it’s time to wake up,” she called softly from the doorway. 

“I’m awake,” the young girl responded in a small voice, slightly muffled by her blanket as she’d pulled the covers over her head. Immediately Roslyn became worried, but before she could question Tilda, Bain spoke from behind her. 

“Good luck trying to get her out of bed. She’s afraid of thunderstorms, refuses to come out of hiding,” he explained. The Sorceress found herself perplexed by that. She’d never known someone to be afraid of rain - though, to be fair, until a few months ago she hadn’t had a lot of human contact. 

“Is that true, Tilda?” She asked in a gentle tone, walking over to sit on the edge of the girl’s bed. There wasn’t a verbal answer, but she could see the covers move as Tilda nodded her head in confirmation. 

“You know, I understand that sometimes the thunder and lightning can be scary. Even I get scared of it,” she admitted, which made Tilda move her covers aside to peek at her with a surprised gaze. 

“Really?” 

“Mhm. Sometimes it catches me by surprise and scares me, but I know that it can’t hurt me,” she soothed, eyes landing on the window across the room as she watched water droplets hit it as if it were a song. “Besides, there are many good qualities to rain.” 

“Like what?” Tilda asked. Roslyn offered her a comforting smile and rested a gentle hand on the slide of her head. 

“Well, rain is what helps the grass grow in that field we always go to so that we may have a comfortable place to sit. It aids in the blooming of the pretty flowers that you make my flower crown of. 

And the rainbows that come after the storm? Its beauty is unmatched compared to anything I’ve ever seen. Well, except you,” she said, earning a giggle from the child, which in turn made her smile. “My point is, Tilda, that there is nothing for you to be afraid of.” Though Tilda looked comforted, she didn’t seem totally convinced. That’s when an idea popped into her head. Without a second thought she stood up and held out her hand to the girl. 

“May I show you something?” She asked, not missing the way the child hesitated. “I promise I will not let anything happen to you. Do you trust me?” 

That seemed to be enough to get Tilda out of bed. Roslyn instructed her to change into the clothes she cared about the least before waiting in the living room for her. Once she walked in, the Sorceress gently took her hand and led her to the front door. Just before she opened it she stopped and looked at Tilda again. 

“Do you trust me?” She repeated her earlier question.

“I trust you,” Tilda nodded affirmingly. Once she had confirmation Roslyn opened the door to reveal the shower of rain that covered the city. Immediately the girl gripped her hand just a little tighter out of instinct, though she loosened her grip when Roslyn offered her a reassuring squeeze. 

Bard and his family lived in the center of town so people could find him and Roslyn, which meant that they were directly in front of the square. It was mostly deserted, anyone who dared to come outside during weather like this still stayed under covers like awnings and balconies for as long as they could without getting wet. That gave Roslyn more than enough space to do what she was about to do. So, the woman let go of Tilda’s hand all together and stepped into the rain without a second thought. 

“Roslyn! What are you doing?” The young girl questioned in bewilderment. 

“Dancing!” She answered with a wide smile as she faced her, now walking backwards into the square with her hands outstretched towards her. “Join me!” 

For a few minutes Tilda just stared at her in shock. Roslyn ultimately dropped her hands and danced in the rain without a care in the world, ignoring the confused stares she was receiving. Then, after a short while, she noticed the girl hesitantly take a step into the rain, flinching at the initially cold raindrops, and ran over to her. She took the woman’s hands in hers and they began spinning around. 

Bain and Sigrid eventually joined in when they realized what was going on. It seemed that their fun was alluring because more and more people began to join in, dancing with their loved ones. Roslyn mostly made sure the children were having fun, splashing them when she jumped in puddles and receiving the same treatment afterwards. After a bit Roslyn realized that the others had stopped dancing and were staring at something. She turned and followed their gazes and was met with Bard just a few feet in front of her. Her eyes widened as she watched him take in the scene in front of him. She couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but she desperately hoped he wasn’t upset that she had done this. 

Then she did the only thing she could think to do at that moment: she held her hand out invitingly to him. Bard stared at it for a moment while everyone watched, and she grew more and more anxious by the second. But he surprised her by smiling and taking her hand, lifting it up so she could twirl, which she did with a joyous (and relieved) laugh. That was everyone else’s cue to continue with what they were doing. Bard continued to dance with Roslyn and the children, and the Sorceress couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Everyone was having fun and spending time together, but most importantly Tilda was no longer afraid of the rain.

#the hobbit #the hobbit imagine #bard bowman #bard the bowman imagine #bard x oc

[despiteautumn]

sometimes I wake to hurried notes on my phone from the middle of the night when I was so struck with an idea I had to let it loose. isn't that its own type of magic? waking up to words?

#lazy journal #today i woke up to words about rainfall

[starlightxsvt]

Home | k.mg

pairing ➳ businessman!mingyu x female!reader

genre ➳ strangers to lovers, romance, slice of life, angst, fluff, gets spicy at the end

word count ➳ 5.6k (apx)

warnings ➳ cursing, reader is really indecisive, heavy makeout, implications of sexual activity.

synopsis ➳ an attractive stranger visits your cabin for a week with whom you quickly bond, developing some strong feelings in the process; leaving you to wonder if he's worth leaving everything behind.

A/N: henlooo~ I finally posted! This has been sitting in my drafts for a while but I didn't really feel like writing for a while, hence the delay. I hope y'all enjoy this piece and please don't forget to leave some feedback! It really motivates me :)

A cool gust of wind blew by as you finished typing your last column, leaving a soothing feeling behind as you exhaled loudly. It was hard to finish this piece of writing for some reason, maybe because you lacked inspiration or maybe because your life had been monotonous for a while or simply, a mix of both. Closing your laptop you stretch your hands and legs, feeling somewhat productive. Humming a tune, you looked out the window to see a Lamborghini come to a halt at the entrance.

It piqued your interest because it's not often that people riding Lamborghini come in this cabin so genuinely you're interested in the visitor. You shifted in your chair, waiting for the man to come upstairs to the reception and sure enough a tall- really tall man dressed in a neatly pressed suit appears into your view, briskly walking towards the reception where Chan stood to greet him. You could not get a good look at his face as he moved around quickly, grabbing his small carry on and heading towards his cabin after the formalities.

You watched his tall frame walking away as you got up from your seat and moved towards Chan.

"Who is he?"

"Kim Mingyu," Chan explained, resting his arms on the reception table." A millionaire, owns a lot of companies. No wonder he looked familiar."

"Oh, really? How long is he staying?"

"He has booked for five days. Said he might extend his stay."

"I see."

"Why are you so curious though?" Chan raised a brow at you, tilting his head to a side.

"Nothing." You shrugged. "He just has different vibes than the other people that come here you know?"

Chan hummed in agreement.

-

There was never much visitors during the rainy season which was both a blessing and a curse. Blessing because that meant the cabin was less hectic and curse because sometimes you are bound to get a bit too bored. You were helping yourself with a cup of tea to somewhat feel re-energised when your newest and the only guest for the week appeared from his cabin, padding through the corridor and stepping into the common kitchen area. You were taken aback for a moment before you composed yourself and smiled at your guest, "Good morning, Mr. Kim. May I help you with anything?"

"Mingyu, please," the tall male replied while scanning the kitchen area. "You're the owner right? What's the food arrangement here?"

"Well, our guests generally cook for themselves or order takeout. When there are many guests I sometimes do the cooking."

Nodding, he hummed before putting in a capsule in the cappuccino machine. You took a seat by the window, tea in your hand as you watched the male move around like he knew this place. Dressed in his pajamas and judging by the fluffy mess that his hair was you assumed he had a good night's sleep.

"I hope you had a pleasant night, Mr- Mingyu." You said to your guest who had whipped out a pan from the cupboard and was making omelette. "Yes, surprisingly so. Normally I have trouble falling asleep but I slept like a baby last night," he casually conversed as he prepared his breakfast.

You smiled, "Well, I'm glad to know that. If you need anything let my staffs or me know."

"Sure. Oh- I didn't get your name though." Mingyu turned to meet your eyes.

"___," you smiled.

"___, okay."

-

"This is gonna be a rainy week," Hoshi said from behind you as he stood holding a tub of fresh soil for the plants in the backyard of the cabin. You sat on your knees, eyeing the plants which needed their soil changed.

"Yeah? Well, good thing there isn't much guests now."

"I think there should be, I mean it's so pretty here during the rain too. People need to look at it themselves." Hoshi complained.

"Well, most people don't like going out in the rain. Pass me the soil, Hoshi. Let's get this finished before the shower starts."

Hoshi handed you the tub of soil as the sky above started growling, full of thick black clouds. It was gonna start raining soon.

Hoshi spoke, "Oh, Mr.Kim, Mingyu you know, asked me about the beach by the marketplace. Apparently he wants to visit so he asked me if I was free to show him around."

"And let me guess, you aren't?" You rolled your eyes.

Soonyoung pouted, "No! Well I would have given him a tour today if the weather wasn't so bad. And my friends are coming tomorrow, so I'll be busy then."

"Wait- you're friends are coming?" You turned, glaring at the boy who smiles sheepishly, "Oh! Um- I didn't tell you? Well they're only staying for a couple of days and it's not like they're staying for free."

"Well, make sure they clean after themselves okay? If I see them trashing all over the place like last time, I'm kicking you out with them." You gave him a pointed look.

"Okay okay," Hoshi rolled his eyes, puffing his cheeks. "Just- take the CEO out on a tour tomorrow for me okay? I haven't seen my friends in a long time."

"Alright, I will...if the weather is good which probably won't be." You sighed, gently removing the old soil.

Hoshi mused about Mingyu, "Bummer for him, he came in a wrong time. It's weird, no? We don't have such guests like him."

"Yeah," you hummed, focused on handling your roses.

-

Hoshi's friend, Seokmin and Seungkwan appeared early in the morning next day as you watched Hoshi vibrate from happiness when he hugged them. You smiled to yourself, laughing at at the antics of your staff as you saw him guide his friends into their cabin. The day was once again filled with dark clouds and raining which occurred every other hour. You and Chan cleaned up and completed some chores as the noon fell.

"Should I cook something up for them?" You wondered as Chan finished cleaning the common space of the first cabin.

"Nah, Seokmin hyung is cooking for them. He's a pretty good cook actually."

"Really? That's nice." You said pulling up a chair to sit down. "Are you gonna join them? Hoshi has been with his friends since they came."

"Yeah, probably. You should join us too."

"No, I think I'm gonna take a nap. I feel so tired."

"Alright."

You watched as Chan climbed down the stairs and stepped towards the second cabin where everyone else was. You were about to head to your room when the CEO, Mingyu appeared in the kitchen.

"Oh, hello."

"Hi."

"I haven't seen you since morning," you said watching as Mingyu poured himself a glass of water.

"Yeah, I woke up early today, went for a jog."

"Ah, I see."

"Couldn't go far though, the weather sucks you know." He said leaning against the kitchen top.

"Yeah. But I heard that it should get better from tomorrow. I could show you around if you want to. Hoshi, my staff, is going to busy for a while so I can guide you around."

"Really? That would be cool." Mingyu smiled. There was a small stretch of silence as you both listened to the rainfall before he spoke, "Have you had lunch?"

"Uh-no."

"Would you like to join me?" He asked "This is the longest time I've been alone and it feels a bit weird," he murmured more to himself than you.

"I mean- I don't mind," you shrugged. "Though I should be the one doing it."

"It's okay. People say I am a good cook," Mingyu smiled, his eyes crinkling.

"Well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to see."

-

It was weird how comfortable you felt watching Mingyu being clumsy and bump into things as he prepared your meal. It felt like you've been doing this forever- like you've known him forever and you thought to yourself what was suddenly wrong with you. He made small talk as he cooked and it felt easy talking with him- almost impossible to believe that he was stranger. He was friendly and easy to get along with, definitely not a cold and grumpy businessman like you imagined him to be.

Mingyu grinned as he set down the food in front of you- chicken soup, rice and cheese omelette. His eyes twinkled excitedly as he watched you take a bite, waiting for you to say something.

"What are you? A part time chef or something?" You tried not to moan as you chewed because it was that good. Mingyu laughed- a sweet, shy laugh that had his canines showing and his eyes forming crescents. "Thank you. I learned from my mom. I like cooking for myself when I get the time which is not often," he smiled- almost sadly.

"Well, you can cook for me all you want as long as you're here because this is amazing!" You grinned at him, cheeks puffed with food.

Mingyu chuckled softly as he dug in and you both started eating. It felt nice, to talk to someone new and spend time with them, someone other than Chan or Hoshi. It was a nice change- a change you probably needed for a while.

"So...What brings you here?" You asked as you finished your food, setting down the spoon and leaning back into the chair. Mingyu who was still eating, looked at you with a perplexed expression so you spoke, "I mean...we don't generally have guests like you. And it's not even a good time to visit...so I was wondering what brought you here?"

"Guests like me? What does that mean?"

"I mean...rich, okay?" You fumbled, feeling awkward. Maybe you shouldn't have asked. "Like...there are fancier places to visit, you know..."

Mingyu smiled at your words for a moment before he deadpanned, "I'm running away."

"Running away?" You gasped, almost jumping from your seat, "From who? The cops?"

"It would have been better but no, my family," he said, his voice as serious as ever.

"Oh...I see," you fell quiet. It definitely wasn't the answer you expected. You both remained silent for a while as he started out the window, lost in thoughts. "It must have been really bad if you're hiding out here." You spoke softly.

"It has always been," he mumbled. "I just couldn't take it anymore, you know? I desperately needed a break," he spoke more to himself than you. Instead of prodding further, you sat quietly, watching him and listening to his words. Seeing him now, he definitely looks troubled and you didn't exactly have the words to console him.

So you whispered, "Well, I hope it gets better."

-

Later that night, you find Hoshi and his friends and Chan preparing for a bonfire in the front yard of the cabin.

"Wow, you all are really having fun, no?" You said as you fisted your hands in your pockets from the chilly weather. The air was colder than other nights and everyone including you had put on some warm clothes.

"You wanna join us?" Seokmin asked as he stacked logs on top of each other.

"Nah, it's fine. You four carry on," you patted his back as you started walking back towards the cabin and saw Chan and Hoshi coming out with some boxes in their hands.

"Hey! There are marshmallows in the kitchen cabinet if you want.... nevermind," you finished as you saw beer cans and soju bottles in their hands.

"We're gonna get drunk baby!" Soonyoung yelled, grinning like a fool.

"Hyung, you look drunk already," Chan gave him a side look as they trudged towards the bonfire.

Laughing at their antics you climbed the stairs to the kitchen, preparing some hot chocolate for yourself. Holding the mug on one hand you knocked on the door to Mingyu's room, checking up on him since you haven't seen him since lunch.

The door opened revealing Mingyu in a baggy shirt and pajamas, his hair fluffy and messy.

"Hey," you chriped. "Wanted to check up on you. You wanna join the others in the bonfire?"

"Nah, I'm good. I've been watching them from the balcony." He smiled, his pointy canines showing.

"Oh, I see."

"You wanna come in? I've been getting lonely." He offered, moving away from the door to make space for you.

"Uh- I don't mind," you murmured, surprised that he asked you to come in. You tentatively stepped in and it was fair to say that you were surprised to see the room neat and pristine as most guests kept their room messy.

He ushered you into the balcony, which had a great view of your yard and the forest behind. You saw others laughing loudly as Soonyoung acted something out. Mingyu's voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

"You didn't join them?"

"Nah, they can get too loud sometimes," you chuckled, taking a seat on the bench. You eyed an empty mug lying by, guessing that Mingyu already had his fill of hot chocolate.

Mingyu took a seat beside you, stretching his legs and sighing as he mused, "The view is great."

You hummed your agreement. It was indeed. Not only did you have the full view of your yard and the forest, but you could see a vast horizon of the night sky, some stars twinkling through the clouds.

"It's even more beautiful during summer. You can see so many stars that it feels unreal." You told him.

"Then I will try to visit again during summer," he smiled and you were not sure if he was serious or joking. However you replied with a smile, "You're always welcome."

A silence falls among you two after that but it's not uncomfortable, as you both watched the night grow and Soonyoung and his friends got louder.

"Things got really hard for me, you know," Mingyu started speaking, his voice soft as he stared at the mesh of trees ahead. You were somewhat surprised at his words, but you didn't interrupt, opting for him to continue.

"Running a million dollar company was never easy but...it suddenly was unbearable. My parents always interfered in my work and how I run the company but I managed through all of that, really...until..." Mingyu heaved a long sigh, abruptly stopping.

"Until?" You tentatively asked, peeking at him.

"They want me to get married. With the daughter of their business partner. A marriage of convenience, really."

Oh.

You fell silent, watching him as the moonlight dimly lit the side of his face. There wasn't enough light to see his face completely, but enough to see the curve of his face, his sharp jawline and the sad, lost look in his eyes. Your heart suddenly ached for him. Silently you patted his shoulder, conjuring up some words to console him.

"That's ...awful, really. I'm sorry."

"I've never been so mad in my whole life. Can't they just leave me alone? They treat me like a puppet, like my only job is to live for them. I'm so done. " He said, his hands forming fists.

There's a beat of silence as you quietly patted his back and watched your friends get wasted by the bonfire before he chuckled softly, "I'm sorry for dumping all these on you. I just couldn't hold them in you know-"

"It's really fine, Mingyu. I don't mind. It would be nice if I could actually help you," you sighed, retracting your hand.

"Trust me, you are," he said and you caught a smile on his face.

"I suppose you don't have a significant other? Someone you could talk to freely?"

He shook his head. "That is why I came here. Needed to get my thoughts together, away from them. Not to mention I don't remember the last time I went on a vacation."

"And have you got your thoughts together?"

"I think so, yeah." He shrugged.

"What are you gonna do?" You asked tilting your head.

"Stand strong in my ground, I guess. There's no way I'm marrying their business partner, I'd rather die. And if all else fails, I'm staying here. I'm sure you have some type of job for me, right?"

You laughed at his words, "Maybe. But I'm not sure about your skills, Mr. Kim."

"Oh I'm a fast learner, Miss ___."

You both grinned at each other.

That night when you went back to your room, your thoughts were plagued by Mingyu and you could swear you saw him in your dreams too.

-

The next morning is brighter and shinier; the sky relatively clear other than some light clouds. After getting dressed and checking up on Hoshi and Chan who were still sleeping, you trudged through the cabin and towards Mingyu's room, before knocking on it. A fully dressed Mingyu appeared, clad in a white polo and jeans, his hair styled messily. He looked effortlessly attractive, making your heart skipp a few beats.

Damn it, what was wrong with you?

"Hi," you almost missed a breath, your face flushed with warmth.

"Oh, hey. I was about to come to you. I believe you were to show me around." Mingyu grinned, his pointy canines showing.

"And that is what I'm here for, Mr. Kim."

"Great! Let's get going. We'll take my car."

-

After showing Mingyu around for a couple of hours, you both ended up at the beach by the marketplace, sitting on the sand next to each other. The weather was nice; not too hot, not too cold as a light breeze flew by occasionally. Though you could see some black clouds gathering above, it wasn't to rain until evening if the forecast was correct.

"This place is so pretty," Mingyu mused, making you smile.

"I know right. The weather is great too."

You both watched the waves crash to the shore, occasionally wetting your feet as you both relaxed on the sand. There was a silence, a comfortable one as you finished eating the corndog you bought from the market earlier with some groceries. As you finished the last bite, Mingyu turned to face you and asked, "Tell me about yourself."

"What?" A squeak of surprise escaped from you.

"I shared a lot about myself last night. It's only fair I get to know about you too."

"Well..." You pondered. "There isn't much to tell. I've a pretty dull life, unlike you."

Mingyu chuckled, shaking his head, "Does the cabin belong to your parents? Is it like a family business type of thing?"

"No, not really," you smiled softly. "My parents are dead. The cabin belonged to my grandfather."

"Oh- I'm sorry."

"No it's okay. They passed away in an accident when I was a kid so I don't remember them much." You spoke, watching the sea, "My grandparents raised me. Growing up I've spent a lot of time in the cabin and when my grandfather retired he handed the job to me."

"Are they alive? Your grandparents?" He asked tentatively.

You shook your head, "Grandpa passed away a couple years ago and it's been a few months since grandma did too."

"I'm sorry, you must've been lonely," Mingyu offered, his voice soft.

You shrugged, "Yeah, like I said, nothing interesting going on in my life."

Mingyu hummed noncommittally and there was a few moments of silence before he spoke again, "Was managing the cabin something you have always wanted to do?"

You were quiet for a while as you thought over the question, "No...not really. I've just kept doing the job I was handed to. I haven't really thought about what I want to do."

"Well...I think you should hire a manager in your place and maybe...I don't come to the city and make friends, see what calls for you."

"Yeah, I've thought about it. But I don't know really." You murmured.

"Well, give it some thought. I could help you find a manager. In fact, I could help promote and upgrade your cabin if you'd let me. It'll be a good investment."

You laughed softly, not taking his words too seriously. He was just a guest. He was probably just being nice.

A gust of strong wind flew by, ruining your hair as it poked into your eyes and you laughed when your eyes landed on Mingyu.

"What?"

His hair was sticking in different directions because of the wind and you shook your head with a smile as you reached to pat the hairs back into place. It happened naturally, before you could stop yourself. For a moment your eyes meet as you quickly retract your hand, face heated.

Something was definitely wrong with you.

Mingyu's gaze stayed at you for a while; you could feel his intense eyes on you and you thought maybe he didn't like you touching him. Before your thoughts ran more rampant, he spoke.

"___?"

"Y-yes?"

"Do you...Do you have a home?"

"Home?" You were confused.

"Yes, home. Not like a real house but like a... person. Someone who makes you feel at ease, someone with whom you can be yourself without judgements, someone who keeps you cozy and safe and loved...like a home."

Somewhat taken aback by his words, you fell silent but their depth hit you and you found yourself thinking about it. Do you have a home?

No. No, you don't.

You shook your head, murmuring, "No."

Mingyu nodded taking his eyes off you.

"What about you?" You asked.

"Me neither."

You smiled, "Figures. Because if you had someone you wouldn't have run here but went to them."

Mingyu smiled, a sad smile gracing his lips. It was a somewhat bitter truth, he hadn't found his home no matter how much he looked for it. Maybe that's what he was doing wrong, looking desperately.

"Let's get going. It has started to rain," Your voice dragged him out of his thoughts as he felt small drops of water fall on his face. You reached your hand out to him and he took it, standing up. As you both jogged towards Mingyu's car, your hands remained connected, no one bothering to let go.

-

That night you had dinner with Mingyu again but this time it was you who did the cooking. After enjoying dinner over small talk, Mingyu like the gentleman he is did the dishes as you poured some wine for the two of you.

Sitting on the small table in common space by the window, you both watched the clear sky that had appeared after the shower. You sipped your wine, watching the vast expanse of stars that blinked in the dark sky.

"I think I've to go back tomorrow," Mingyu suddenly whispered, his tone so low you almost thought you misheard him. A bolt out the blue, you looked at him.

"Tomorrow?"

"Mmhmm," he fiddled with the hem of his cardigan as he stared at the table. "I've got so many calls and messages from work. My company won't run on its on, I can be gone for only so long." He sighed.

You didn't offer any words, too shocked to know that he'd be gone tomorrow. What is this attachment you've developed towards him? Why did the thought of someone, almost a stranger going back to where he came from, where he belonged hurt you so much? You didn't know what to label your feelings but realizing that you'd probably never see him again was tugging at your heartstrings.

Should you ask him for his number and stay connected with him? Is there even a point in that? You both live miles away from each other. Or should just take his advice and follow him to the city? Would that even be a good idea? Are you just reading all this wrong?

You were so invested in your thoughts that you didn't realize Mingyu was calling you until he shook your shoulder.

"You okay, ___?"

"Huh? Yeah...it's just, the news is really sudden. I didn't... expect you'd return so soon." You mumbled.

Mingyu sighed, his shoulder dropping a little bit. "Trust me, if I could I'd stay here forever. But...I can't keep running. I need to face my parents, the sooner the better."

At a loss of what to say, you just nodded. Reaching for your drink you took a big gulp, trying to calm your nerves. It's okay, you can do this. He's just another one of your guests.

You stood up, taking the empty glass in your hand, "Well, I better leave you alone now. I'm sure you've got packing to do."

You almost turned away; until a strong hand gripped your wrist and pulled you back, making you stumble towards Mingyu's body.

"Don't. Stay for a while. I don't want you to leave." His voice was soft yet deep and it immediately broke your resolve as you set the glass down and looked into his eyes.

He didn't let go of your wrist; instead only wrapped his other hand around your waist, pulling you closer, leaving just a few inches between your faces. You didn't tell him to move neither did you make any effort to get away from him- you didn't want to. It felt good, comforting as he held you and looked at you almost like you were his whole world. His eyes had so much emotion swirling in them and you were sure yours looked the same too.

"___?" His voice was breathy and it set your heart aflame.

"Y-yes?"

"Can I...kiss you?"

You inhaled sharply as his hold on you got tighter. You couldn't process a reply, overwhelmed with emotion. So you just nodded and Mingyu leaned in, pressing his lips to yours.

It was soft at first, his lips just resting against yours, as if he was testing the waters. When you didn't resist but only pulled him closer, he started devouring you, his tongue prodding in your wet cavern. Moans espaced from you as you kept pulling at his hair almost grinding on him, desperate for more. He was the same, kissing you with so much passion and vigour like you were the last female standing.

You somehow managed to tug off his cardigan between the kiss and when you pulled apart for air, Mingyu panted, "Can we take this to the bedroom?"

His deep raspy voice spread liquid heat throughout your body and you had to stop yourself from pouncing on him.

"Yes please," you breathed. Mingyu stood up straight, his tall and built body intimidating you in the best ways possible, "Oh baby, you don't have to beg. I'll give you anything you want."

Once again your breath was trapped as he picked you up, his hand under your ass to support you. When he dropped you on his bed and took off his tee you realized you were in for a long night. In the back of your mind, you also realized that this would make it even harder to let him go.

-

Next morning you were the first one to wake up as the sun barely seeped through the blinds. If you had to guess it wasn't any more than six am. Mingyu's hand rested on your waist as he remained snuggled against your back. It was so comforting that you almost forgot your reality and went back to sleep, until you remembered what had happened last night. Before you could start overthinking and possibly had a breakdown right there, you ever so carefully removed his hand from your body and scrawled out of the bed, grabbing your shirt and quickly throwing it on. Then you tiptoped out of his room despite the ache between your legs and rushed straight towards yours.

Slamming the door shut, your sat down, head in your hands. You've to now prepare for saying goodbye. Right, you just need to act casual and not let him know that you might have developed feelings for him in the past week.

His words came back to you.

"Do you have a home?"

You didn't have one until now but the realization that you may have found it brought tears to your eyes.

-

You spent the next hours wallowing in your self pity, curled up in your bed too afraid to get out and face Mingyu. Soonyoung dropped by once, knocking at your door and asking if you want breakfast, which you declined. Time slowly ticked away and you watched as the clock struck eleven. You couldn't stay inside forever. You needed to bid Mingyu a goodbye- that is if he hadn't left already. But you were sure he didn't; he wouldn't just leave without any words.

Sighing, you gathered every last bit of your courage and stepped out of your room. Immediately you saw Mingyu coming out from the opposite end of the corridor, the carry-on he brought with him in his hand.

"Hey, where have you been?" He asked, his steps getting quicker to come and stand in front of you.

"Oh- um, I took and shower and then dozed off, sorry," you lied easily, not meeting his eyes.

There was a beat of silence as you both stood in front of each other and when your eyes finally met his, a blush spread across his face like wildfire. The air was heavy with unsaid words and you coughed, trying to get rid of the terrible awkwardness.

"So, you're leaving now?"

What a nice question.

Mingyu seemed to be lost in thoughts as he snapped back to reality and scratched the back of his head, "Oh yeah, right. It'll be a couple hours drive so the earlier I leave the better."

Nodding you motioned your hand towards the exit, "I'll see you out."

Mingyu seemed to have something to say but he pressed his lips in a thin line and started to climb down the stairs, you behind him. Soonyoung, who was standing at the entrance gave you a conspirational wiggle of his brows but said nothing as he watched you follow Mingyu out.

You observed as Mingyu loaded his bag in the trunk, peeking glances at you every other second. When he finished, you spoke, "Well...good luck. I hope you can overcome your problems."

"Thanks. It won't be easy and my dad will probably take away my shares of the company but...I'm done living like this."

You nodded, smiling softly as you crossed your arms against your chest. It suddenly felt cold.

You both gazed at each other, saying nothing even though you've so much to say, as if the silence would carry your unsaid words to him. You were torn- wanting to talk about last night but chickening out knowing it was probably just a fling, a one night stand for him.

"___..." Mingyu spoke but the words died on his tongue. Not trusting yourself to speak, you swallwed the ball of emotions and looked at him with a curious tilt of head.

"...I hope you find what you really want to do. And I hope you find your home too," he said, his words so soft and gentle. For some reason you had a feeling that those were not the words he wanted to say yet you forced a smile and nodded, "You too, Mingyu."

His eyes swirled with so my emotions but you didn't know what he was thinking. He looked pained, just like you but you were too afraid to speak your feelings, scared that you misread him.

When you spoke no more, Mingyu sighed and backstopped slowly, "Well... goodbye, then."

You managed to choke out the words, "Goodbye."

Your emotions overwhelmed you, tears stinging your eyes as you watched him enter his car. Why did it hurt so much? Why did it feel like your heart was being ripped right out of your chest?

His engine roared to life and your stomach sunk. Was this really the right thing to do? Should you just let him go like this?

You made a split second decision that moment, just as his car moved forward a little.

"Mingyu!" You called after him, immediately making him stop the car. He came out, almost in a hurry, an expectant look on his face as you ran towards him. Then you made another split second decision as you wrapped your arms around his tall frame and held tight.

"I like you, Mingyu. I really like you." You mumbled in his chest.

He didn't say anything back but you felt his arms wrapping around you tightly and you stood there in each others embrace for a while. It felt like time has stopped, the warmth and safety of his arms comforting you and making you realize how you would have regretted if you had let him go.

Mingyu pulled back to take a look at your face, his hand cupping your cheeks, his warm but intense eyes on you, shining with love and adoration.

"Say something," you whispered, still unsure.

He chuckled, a light-hearted, carefree sound that made your heart swoon. "I like you too, if it wasn't obvious after last night."

Elated, you pulled his face down and kissed his lips as you felt him grin and wrap his arms around you once again.

"I want to go with you...to the city," you murmured into his chest as he rested his chin on the top of your head.

You couldn't see it but you felt him smirk, "Good. Because I think I found my home."

Your heart couldn't become fuller as you grinned like a happy child.

"Me too."

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[juunnies]

snowball fights and kisses

PAIRING ▸ choi beomgyu x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ fluff, crack, established relationship

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, beomgyu being absolutely ruthless

SUMMARY ▸ choi beomgyu has to pay hyuka to write your essay in order to convince you to spend the first day of snowfall with him.

PLAYLIST ▸ my new love by elijah who

WORD COUNT ▸ 1865 words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ it isn’t christmas but a girl can dream

YOU WOKE UP TO STARS IN THE MORNING.

Choi Beomgyu’s face was hovering over yours, chanting and lit up silly as he kept shaking you awake from the clutches of sleep. You pushed at his arm groggily, mumbling something incoherent and irritated. There were many things you could tolerate from your affectionate boyfriend. However, forcibly being awoken during the ungodly hours of the morning was punishable by death.

“Snow, snow, snow!” Beomgyu kept parroting, practically jumping on the bed at this point.

You groaned and turned over, pulling the covers over you. Normally, you would be excited about a snow day, but you had spent half the night writing part of your essay and ended up getting four hours of sleep.

Beomgyu was much like a koala. It wasn’t just the cuddly part that made you associate him with the marsupial, but koalas were just interesting creatures with strikingly similar behaviors to your dear boyfriend.

For one, koalas did not have the mental capacity to process rainfall so they would just sit there and get wet without knowing how to prevent it. Once, Beomgyu was so excited to see you that he stood at the bus stop, closed umbrella in hand, and drenched from the rain. When you asked him why he didn’t stand under the bus stop overhang, he didn’t speak to you for ten minutes.

Another thing about Beomgyu was that he was extremely clumsy. Like a koala, he probably had to evolve to survive all his falls. You were genuinely concerned for his motor functions at times.

Koalas were also extremely stubborn. They would even scream when faced with a minor inconvenience. Unfortunately, Beomgyu happened to be this way, too; once he set his sights on something, there was no going back. You knew you would cave in from the beginning, even before he started complaining in your ear.

“Gyu,” you mumbled into your pillow, “I wanna sleep.”

“Come on!” Beomgyu exclaimed. He sprawled across the bed, getting your attention by laying on top of you. “You don’t have to worry about your essay today, Y/N.”

You squinted an eye open and peeked at him. “Yes, I do. It’s due tomorrow and I’m only halfway done.”

“Leave it to me.” Beomgyu clapped his hands like he had come up with an excellent solution. “I already paid Hyuka to write your essay for you.”

This shock helped you spring into motion, sitting up and rubbing away the sleep from your eyes. “You what? Why would you make Hyuka write it? Now I feel bad!”

“Don’t feel bad!” your boyfriend assured. “He has nothing to do anyways… just don’t expect a good grade.”

“What?”

“Nothing!”

With Beomgyu’s persuasion, you ended up getting dressed to go play in the snow. It had been ages since you had been able to take a day off of schoolwork, so you were looking forward to spending it with your boyfriend. Your friends called Beomgyu your perfect complement, not in the sense that he “completed” you but in the way he could always help you unwind in the most stressful situations.

“Ready,” you announced, voice muffled through your scarf.

Beomgyu made his way over to you. You found the sight funny as he was bow-legged because of his snow pants. He scanned your attire and grabbed a pair of earmuffs, placing it over your ears. Satisfied, Beomgyu grabbed your face in his hands and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead and then your nose.

“You’re to die for,” he murmured, “but I’m going to crush you when we have a snowball fight.”

“Shiver me timbers,” you deadpanned, narrowing your eyes at him. “Snowball fight? I suck at snowball fights.”

“That’s exactly why we’re having one.”

Letting out a resigned sigh, you followed the overly-excited boy out of your apartment and carefully made your way to the steps with him. Beomgyu reached behind him to hold out his mitten-covered hand to you, making sure you wouldn’t fall. You took his hand with a grin and made your way down the frosted staircase.

The cold air prickled your skin, but you felt a rush of warmth through your body when you saw Beomgyu bounding ahead, feet sinking into the fresh snow as he tried to run. You laughed at his slowed movements and tried to run after him. Unfortunately, you had forgotten how much effort was required to lift your foot from the snow and ended up falling face-forward into a pile of it.

It was Beomgyu’s turn to laugh at you, and he did so instead of helping you up. You pushed yourself up from the snow, gritting your teeth to get back at your boyfriend.

Fear slowly settled in Beomgyu’s eyes when he saw what you were doing.

“Y/N, that is a literal block of ice,” he pointed out. “Do not throw that at me.”

Your grin turned mischievous, taking his warning as a challenge. You took a step forward, holding the chunk behind your head, and Beomgyu held his hands out in front of him.

“Y/N? Y/N, don’t do this to me!” Beomgyu exclaimed. “I’m too young to die!”

Your reign of power didn’t last long, though. As soon as you swung your arm forward, you realized you had no strength or momentum to throw the ice. The block fell straight down and sunk between your feet. This roused another fit of laughter from your boyfriend, but you were still determined to defeat him.

You bent down to collect snow in your padded hands, trying to pack it together in a loose ball. When you rose up to throw it at Beomgyu, you felt something hit you square in the chest.

The wind was surely knocked out of you. You didn’t even realize you were pelted with a snowball until you found yourself staring at the sky, and you realized that Beomgyu had quite literally knocked you off of your feet. You weren’t even sure you could call your assailant a snowball; with how densely packed it was, you considered it more of a glorified block of ice.

Beomgyu’s snowball-making abilities were terrifying.

“I win!” Beomgyu cheered, jumping up and down as you struggled to get up from the ground. Your feet were stuck in the snow and all you could think about was how ruthless your boyfriend was. “Come on, Y/N, let’s play some more!”

“One second,” you rasped out, coughing a little as you sat up.

You sat up, grabbed at the ground to pick up some snow, and tried to form another snowball. You chucked it at Beomgyu but it fell apart before it even got close to him.

Fuck you, you cursed the snow, which was clearly taking Beomgyu’s side right now.

You concluded that there were slim chances of you winning this war, so you pulled out your trump card: pity.

Beomgyu’s laughter ceased when he realized you weren’t getting up from where you were stuck in the snow. You were doubled over, face between your knees and arms wrapped around your legs. Bursts of laughter (that you tried to pass off as sobs) racked your body.

“Y/N?” Beomgyu asked softly, walking over to you. He knelt down beside you and frowned. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t playing fair.”

You suppressed the urge to giggle, but you were so tempted to look at him. You turned your head a little to sneak a peek at your boyfriend. While you were sulking, Beomgyu grabbed a fistful of snow and threw it at his own face. He pushed himself off the ground and kicked the snow like he was angry at it for making you cry. This resulted in your boyfriend getting his foot stuck and falling onto his back.

You couldn’t contain your laughter anymore and fell back with him. You held your stomach and rolled over onto your side to see your distraught boyfriend staring at you. His face was sinking into the realization that you had just tricked him.

“You little devil!” Beomgyu gasped and his mouth slowly curled into a grin.

You froze before Beomgyu rolled over and got on his knees beside you. His hands found your sides and started tickling you despite your efforts to cover up your waist. You squealed, squirming and kicking your legs to get his hands away from you.

“I’m sorry!” you got out through your laughter. “I’ll make it up to you!”

“How?” Beomgyu pressed, moving a hand to tickle your neck.

You turned your head to trap his hand between your cheek and shoulder, looking up at him with a sheepish smile. “We could watch a movie?”

Beomgyu moved his hands away and pouted. “No.”

“You don’t want to watch a movie?”

“No, I do,” he grumbled, “but I want something else.”

“Something else?” you echoed, frowning as you thought over his words. You noticed the dust of pink across Beomgyu’s cheeks, which couldn’t have been from the cold because he was quite snug. “Oh.”

Beomgyu raised a brow at you, but you were just amused at his shyness.

Sitting up, you never broke eye contact with Beomgyu. You reached over and grabbed your boyfriend’s cool cheeks, smiling before pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. His earlier impish smile had disappeared completely, leaving behind a flustered, blushing mess. When Beomgyu regained his composure, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed a slow, gentle kiss to your lips. Your lips were a little cold, a little rushed, but with Beomgyu, it felt so warm.

When you pulled away for air, Beomgyu kept his arms around you. The two of you probably looked like idiots in the snow, and you were praying that Hyuka or Yeonjun weren’t secretly taking pictures of you guys somewhere, but your heart soared whenever Beomgyu was intimate with you.

“Movie?” you asked, poking his cheek to bring him back down to Earth.

Beomgyu blinked. “Of course. Which one?”

On the way back to your apartment, you and Beomgyu decided on watching some cheesy Hallmark movie to make fun of. He had also insisted that you both wore matching Christmas onesies while cuddling on the couch, so you complied to his request.

As soon as you were changed, Beomgyu pulled you into his arms and made you sit on his lap. You leaned back against him and smiled as he started the movie. He had chosen the most stupid-looking one, and you weren’t sure if either of you could even make it through the two hours.

“The day isn’t over yet, but you had fun so far, right?” Beomgyu asked.

You looked up at his starry eyes, smiling brightly. You felt like you were the sun whenever he looked at you, like he was a star suspended in the night sky with you at the center of his universe. You reached up and squeezed Beomgyu’s cheeks with your fingers, your smile only widening when his eyes got more sparkly.

“It was a lot of fun,” you replied, beaming up at him.

And your boyfriend made sure to make the rest of your day eventful even though your essay came back a disastrous mess.  

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[preciouspeterbparker]

would it be enough?

okay this isn’t edited or anything, but! here’s a little ficlet i started a few months ago and got the inspiration to finish. 

title from & inspired by “peace” by tsweezy (that song makes me cry every time bc i feel like i’m never gonna get my happily ever after lol, so i had to give peter his)

word count: 1.6k

warnings: depression, happy ending, borderline personality disorder, domesticity, discussions of mental health issues

It’s dark in the bathroom. The only light is coming in from the frosted window over the bathtub, scattered beams pouring through the glass of the shower. There are two bodies underneath the rainfall showerhead, wrapped up in each other. 

The taller of the two men pulls away slightly, reaching for a non-descript bottle of shampoo. He squeezes some into his hand, while his partner pumps a blob of body wash on a loofah. Their actions are like a choreographed dance as the smaller of the two tilts his head into the other’s skilled fingers, his own hand moving to lather at the sculpted chest in front of him. 

Peter sighs at the feeling of Tony’s nails scratching at his scalp. He loves moments like this; where it’s just the two of them enjoying each other’s company, forgetting the world outside of the little bubble of peace they’ve created. Running the loofah across the older man’s shoulder and down his bicep, he watches the way the shadows and light drift over the skin. Carefully, he presses the pad of his thumb to the pale, mottled scar tissue covering the center of Tony’s chest where the reactor used to sit, rubbing gentle circles into the skin. It’s smooth to the touch, bare of the greying curls that are smattered from his pecs all the way down to the ‘v’ of his hips. 

He loves this body- its strength, the way it makes him feel protected, the things it can do to his own. Looking up into Tony’s eyes, he thinks of how much he loves the man it belongs to. “I love you,” he says softly, puckering his lips as he’s maneuvered so that his head is under the water once more. 

“I love you more,” Tony replies automatically. “Close your eyes, Pete.” His hands tilt Peter’s head back and he runs his fingers through the foam saturated curls. Once the front is rinsed, he opens his mouth again, “‘kay you can open now.” He takes his time washing all of the remaining suds out as the younger man continues to run the sudsy netting over his skin. 

Next is the apricot scented conditioner that Peter loves. He applies a handful to the dripping auburn locks and rubs the excess into his own salt and pepper hair. Then Tony clocks the way his boyfriend is grinning goofily up at him. It brings a smile to his face as well. “What’s so funny, why’re you smiling at me like that, Pete?”

Peter’s eyes shine as they meet the older man’s. “You’ve got soap on your nose.” He hands Tony the loofah and runs his fingers under the water so that he can reach up to wipe the white foam from the other’s face. “Got it,” he says softly, letting out a quiet sigh as Tony rubs the sudsy loofah over his shoulders. 

Moments like this, as peaceful as they are, are nothing if not effervescent. Even as he stands there under the warm spray, Peter can feel the chill settling deep in his bones and beginning to weigh him down. There’s a knot forming in his chest. He takes a deep breath and tries not to focus on it. He takes in the smell of their bath products, the feel of his big toe bumping against the inside of Tony’s foot. He listens to the sounds of their breathing, the water swirling down the drain. If he ignores the feeling it will go away. 

It doesn’t quite work, and Tony makes a soft questioning sound in the back of his throat and pulls the shorter man a little closer as he rubs the soapy netting in soft circles over the expanse of his back.

Peter lets his forehead rest on Tony’s collar bone. His chest feels- tight. He takes a slow, shuddering breath and tries to calm himself down. He’s starting to get restless, that weird fizzly feeling thrumming in his muscles. “It won’t always be like this, Tony,” he mutters, self-deprecatingly. His arms wrap around his partner’s waist in an attempt to comfort himself. “I’m...I have bad days. So bad sometimes…” He succumbs to the lump in his throat and lets his voice trail off at the end in an attempt to keep it from breaking. His eyes start to burn. He doesn’t mention that he can almost feel one coming on now- 

How did he go from being perfectly happy to feeling like he’s falling apart in the span of a few minutes? It never fails to make him feel ridiculous, how sensitive he is to his own thoughts. If only he could control it, if only he wasn’t so-

Another gentle noise from Tony, who presses a kiss to the shell of his ear. “I know. I love you every day, Peter. Not just when you’re having a good day.” 

Peter lets out a frustrated noise, followed by a shaky sigh. “But...you’re so good, Tony. You’re, you’re normal, and… And I- I’m never gonna be that, I won’t ever really, truly know what that’s like.” And he won’t. Because even on the good days, he’s always aware that it won’t last. Just like the current situation. “There are days where all I can manage is sitting in front of the TV, wrapped in a blanket.” His voice breaks, and the tears that had been stinging at his eyes begin to fall in earnest. “I’ll- I’ll go days without showering because I can’t bring myself to get up long enough to take one, and I’ll put it off until I literally can’t stand it anymore because I stink so bad.” A  soft sob rips its way up from his lungs, his whole body shaking with the force of it. Fuck-

Tony just rinses him off under the water, eyes full of compassion as he wraps his arms around him. “It’s alright baby, I’m listening. I’m here.”

The young man splutters, gasping as he starts up again, voice quiet. “I’ll split on you, there will be days where I’ll forget how much I love you, forget all the good stuff. Even though I know, Tony I know how much you love me, I do, but there will be days where I’ll swear that you don’t, that you never did.” 

He’s not sure why he’s saying all of this. Maybe because they haven’t actually had this conversation. Tony knows about his mental illness, of course, but honestly, Peter had been content to let him do his own research about his condition and what that would mean for them. What he would have to deal with every day for the rest of their lives. He hadn’t wanted the words to come out of his own mouth. He refused to be the catalyst that would force him to watch the love of his life realize that he wasn’t good enough, that he was too reactive, too sensitive. That he was just- too much. In every way. 

Too late for that now.

“I know, baby. Peter, I know all of that. I’m not going anywhere. You being borderline didn’t scare me before we got together, and it doesn’t scare me now.”

And something about that rubs Peter the wrong way. He wants to scream. “But it should, Tony! We’re talking about moving in together and you... You shouldn’t have to deal with my- With my crazy.” He cuts himself off and bites at his wobbling lower lip when he notices the way Tony is looking at him. He looks- hurt, almost. “What?”

Tony’s voice is low. “Don’t you ever call yourself crazy. You’re not crazy. You know what you are? You’re my boyfriend. You’re the most generous person I’ve ever met. You give the most amazing snuggles. You’re sensitive and extremely empathetic, and you always know the right thing to say. You’re helpful. You’re expressive, and in touch with your emotions, which can’t be said about most people. You are beautiful Peter, and so is this brain of yours and everything that comes with it. I wouldn’t change you for the world, okay?” 

He pauses to press their mouths together and looks down at Peter, who stopped crying during his little speech and is now gazing at him with adoration in his eyes. “And baby, I know we aren’t married yet but I mean it- for better or worse, through sickness and in health. Or, uh,” he trails off, suddenly looking a bit shy. “However it goes. You know what I mean.”

Peter blinks up at him, heart fluttering in his chest. He’s disoriented by the sudden surge of serotonin flooding his system. This is exactly what he means, but- “You- You wanna marry me?” A shaky smile takes over his lips at the thought. Forever with Tony. 

Tony chuckles. “Of course I do. Who else is gonna put up with me?” He presses another kiss to Peter’s forehead before dragging him under the water. “Let’s wash this conditioner out, put on some comfy jammies- Ah, yes I know we just woke up- and lay in bed today, hmm? I’ll be big spoon.”

The younger man grins, squeezing his eyes shut as the water cascades down his face. “Sounds like a good deal to me- Hey wait.” He cracks an eye open and squints at Tony. “That wasn’t you proposing, right? Because I think I deserve-”

An affronted noise leaves Tony’s mouth. “You can wash out your own damn conditioner! Who do you take me for? Of course that wasn’t a real proposal- I have standards!”

Peter just laughs as the man’s fingers don’t move from their place in his hair.

That knot is still in his chest but-

The good moments, like this? They’re enough to make everything else worth it.

#starker #tony x peter #peter parker x tony stark #tw mental illness #wooo this one's a doozy #i feel like this is awful but here have it anyway #bloo writes bad things (tm)

[alpacaparkaseok]

7 Secrets <pt. 6>

GENRE: Soulmate!au BTS!

WARNINGS: maybe a bit of anxiety

WORD COUNT: 5446

I rewrote this part a few times, I wanted to get it just right. I hope you enjoy! Stuff is about to go down lol 

**Song rec for this chapter: “So Will I” by Ben Platt 

Thursday begins with a bang.

More specifically, it begins with the sound of Ichika falling off of her bed from the upper floor, and me waking up at the sound and wondering for half a moment what I’ve got going on today.

Ignorance is bliss.

The house is oddly quiet, and I lay there for a lot longer than I thought I would be able to. I eye my shopping bag at the foot of my bed, eager to get ready. Like Himari said last night: we’re going to look good today.

It isn’t until a light knock sounds at my door that I realize I’ve been dozing off again. Ichika peeks inside, her face lighting up in a grin when she sees my bedhead.

“Good morning,” she chimes before padding over and flinging herself onto my bed. We lay there for a long while, quietly chatting about the day and how we’re going to get ready and style our hair.

Next comes Aera, her bedhead even more impressive than mine. She doesn’t say a word, simply sliding in under the covers.

Minsuh and Seohyun appear later on. My bed isn’t nearly big enough to accommodate us all but I don’t mention it, opting to bask in the lazy morning that feels like the calm before the storm.

It’s nearly noon by the time Himari and Kyung-soon show up, the two of them cracking up at the scene.

“Wait, let me grab my phone!” Himari runs to get her phone and snaps a photo of the five of us buried on my bed.

“Alright,” Kyung-soon sighs, a light in her eyes that I haven’t seen there before. “Let’s eat. We can’t be hangry when we meet our soulmates.”

It’s like she said the magic word, because soon enough my room is empty with only Himari left behind.

“Wow, they only wanted me for my bed. How rude,” I joke, earning a light laugh. “Are you ready for today?”

Himari smirks at me. “You know, I’ve had three years to prepare but somehow this morning I woke up feeling just as unprepared and giddy as I did three years ago. Isn’t that strange?”

She slings her arm around me and we make our way downstairs to the chaotic kitchen. “No, I get what you mean. I feel really chill right now, but it’s like I can feel the storm coming.” A couple of the other girls hear my comment and are quick to agree.

Seohyun lets out a shaky breath, the girl showing the first signs of nervousness. She says something that surprises me a bit, seeing how she’s always been the most vocal about her soulmate. “Well, I guess that no matter what happens today, everything will be alright. At the end of the day, we’ll still have each other.” She smiles at us as she takes a bite of her toast. “That’s more than enough for me.”

“Aw, so sentimental, Seohyunie.” Aera coos.

“Yeah, you’re not allowed to get us all emotional this early in the day.” Ichika says.

“It’s literally already the afternoon,” Seohyun fires back, her cheeks red.

“Well, bicker all you want, but I’m going to go get ready!” Minsuh has already devoured her breakfast, the excitement prominent on her face. I’m glad to see that her worries from the other night have subsided.

“Minsuh!” Himari shouts after the fleeing girl.

“Yeah?”

“I’ll pay for your meals for a month if you wear your pajamas to meet Jungkook!”

“Not a chance!”

↔

5 pm has come all too soon.

I fidget in my room as I take one last look in the full-length mirror. My hair falls around me in long curls; the time it took to perfect them definitely paid off. There’s a bit of rain falling, so I don my new trenchcoat in preparation for the cooler weather.

I smile at my reflection, amazed at the power a beautiful (but cozy) outfit has on my mood. My reflection portrays a young woman who looks like she’s ready to take on the world.

I only hope that confidence doesn’t abandon me.

It’s currently 4:45, the van should be here in 15 minutes. I take the moment of peace to close the door to my room and settle down on my bed, hesitating before picking a song to listen to.

I pluck up the courage and click on the song. “Forever Rain” from Namjoon’s playlist “Mono” plays, the light pitter patter of the rain from outside creating a surreal atmosphere.

Closing my eyes, I allow the song to wrap around me. Namjoon’s soothing voice both calms me and makes my heart race as I wonder for the fiftieth time today what he’s doing right now.

As the song comes to a close, I open my eyes and take a deep breath.

“I can do this.”

With the final boost of courage, I double check that I have everything I’ll need (which is really just myself, purse, and phone) and head downstairs. Kyung-soon is already down there, standing by the window in the living room as she cranes her neck to see if the van is coming. She looks beautiful, the simple sweater and jeans only bringing more attention to her delicate features. Her long black hair is lightly curled, and her berry-colored lips turn up in a nervous smile when I enter the room.

“You look amazing,” she says. “Seriously.”

“You do too, Soon-ah. Absolutely stunning. I’m glad that I’m not the only one who went with a more casual outfit. We’ll have to stick together.” I wink at her, and she laughs before turning back around to look out at the street.

Himari enters the room, the queen of casual style that she somehow manages to pull off like she’s at the red carpet. She carries a jacket in hand, prepared for the rainfall.

“Hey,” she greets me. “Looking good.”

“Right back at ya.” Himari stands beside me, resting her head on my shoulder. She’s unusually touchy today, no doubt due to the nerves. I don’t mind the extra contact, it helps to soothe my own nerves.

“Are the vans here yet?” Seohyun lights up the room in her yellow skirt, another queen of casual style. “Wow, you were right Himari. We do look amazing today.”

“We do, don’t we? No, no vans. They should be here any minute. Do you have everything?”

“Yeah, ready to go. I’ll go check that the others are ready.”

Soon enough Seohyun returns with Minsuh, Aera, and Ichika. All three look amazing, Aera’s professional background in design and fashion showing through as she is definitely the most well-dressed out of all of us. Minsuh looks adorable, her jean skirt making her look more youthful than me. Ichika reminds me of Taehyung, her layered top bringing out the artsy vibe she always has.

“Oh, oh!” Kyung-soon looks like it’s Christmas morning. “I think that’s the van, coming down the street!”

We all rush over to the window, honing in on the large black van that makes its way down to the apartment. It comes to a stop outside, and a man in a black suit and earpiece steps out.

“Wow, I feel like we just became famous,” Minsuh whispers.

“Alright, does everybody have everything?” I pipe up. The last thing we need is to forget something important. Everybody double checks, and by some miracle we’re ready. Just in time. A knock sounds on our door.

“You get it, Beth.” Himari nudges me.

“How did I know you’d say that?” I open the door, the bodyguard waiting for me outside with his umbrella up and ready to shield us from the rain.

“Hello everybody, Bang PD sent me. Are you ready to go?” I nod, my stomach doing flips. “Alright. I’ll escort you to the car, go ahead and step under my umbrella.” With my head in the clouds I step out, remembering at the last second to tell the other girls to lock the door behind them. I double check my purse, making sure I have the house key.

Before I know it all seven of us are packed into the van, and we’re off. Ichika sits on my left, holding my hand so tightly I think I’ll lose feeling in it before long. On my right is Kyung-soon, her arm looped through mine.

Our chauffeur is kind enough to play some music so we don’t drown in the heavy silence. None of us say much, each too lost in their own world to focus on a conversation. With each passing block my heart pounds faster and faster, and I fight against the tears that are pricking my eyes. I don’t want to cry. I can’t cry yet, but my inner whirlpool of emotions threatens to take over.

It’s already been a long day. And now, we’re just getting started.

What only feels like five minutes turns out to be thirty, because we’re suddenly pulling up to the BigHit building.

I manage to croak something out before we come to a complete stop, speaking for the first time the entire drive. “I’ll hold your purse while you go run laps, Kyung-soon.”

We laugh a bit, easing the tension. “How kind of you.” We begin to pile out of the van, and we’re escorted to a side door by the kind bodyguard. In a blur of movement we’re inside the building and led to an elevator. It’s only when we’re passing the fourth floor that I even realize that Ichika is still holding my hand.

“You alright?” I whisper to her, even though everyone can hear me in the small space of the elevator.

She looks at me, her eyes wide with anticipation and the anxiety that comes with it. “What was the code word for if we think we’re going to pass out?”

Aera’s voice pipes us from behind us, I can hear the grin in her voice. “It’s ‘holy cow’, isn’t it Beth?”

I can’t help but laugh, the ridiculousness of the entire situation making everything funnier. “Yeah, that’s it.”

Ichika squeezes my hand again. “Well, holy cow Beth. Holy cow is pretty much the only thing I’m thinking right now.”

“Are you telling me that you’re not even thinking about Taehyung?” I raise my eyebrows at her, the teasing making me feel better. Less likely to throw up, at least.

“Oh, shut up.” Ichika rolls her eyes, but the nerves seem to lessen a bit at the banter.

The doors slide open and the bodyguard ushers us out. “Alright, right there is Mr. Bang’s office. He should be inside waiting for you.” He points out a door just down the hall.

I make my way to the door on shaking legs, unsure of what to expect. Surely the boys aren’t inside the office, right? No, it’s way too small to fit all of us in there at the same time. That would just be cruel.

A quick glance over my shoulder shows everybody else trailing behind me. Himari gives me a thumbs up, prompting me onward. I level with a look that says ‘why must I do everything’ before I knock on the door.

A few seconds pass and then the door is swinging inward and Mr. Bang’s smiling face greets me.

“Well hello! I’ve been waiting for you all!” His eyes sweep over us, doing a mental count. “I’m glad you could make it. Come inside.”

The inside of Mr. Bang’s office is filled with photos, awards, and a leather couch with a few chairs. I all but collapse into one of the chairs while everybody else chooses their seats. Nobody speaks, but I notice them looking to me, Mr. Bang included. Clearly he’s waiting for my usual sarcastic remark.

“Well, here we are.” I say, struggling to even think straight enough to come up with a decent comment. “What’s on the agenda for today?”

Mr. Bang leans back in his chair, observing us. “Let’s get right down to it. There’s a lot we need to go over today, some can be done now with just the seven of you, the rest will have to be done with the boys.” My heart skips a beat at the mention of our soulmates. For some reason I’m surprised that we are actually going to meet them today. Maybe part of me simply expected a meeting with Mr. Bang. At least I didn’t buy a new outfit for nothing, right?

“Ok,” I nod slowly as though to clear the fog in my head. Right now I’ve got tunnel vision and I know I won’t be able to retain much information. “That’s fine. What do we need to know?”

“First off, are you all doing alright? Breathe. I can tell you that the boys are just as nervous as you are, so just breathe and try to relax. Today is meant to be enjoyed, and I promise that my staff and I have tried to make this day as calm and normal as can be.”

I almost laugh, wondering what part of normal includes a bodyguard and meeting the most famous band on the planet. I guess we’re playing by Bang PD’s rules now, though.

“The boys are nervous?” Minsuh pipes up, sheepishly looking down at her shoes.

Mr. Bang chuckles, nodding his head. “Extremely. I nearly had to give Jungkook a paper bag earlier because he was so close to hyperventilating.”

This merits a laugh and a sigh of relief from everyone, especially Minsuh as she blushes thinking about her soulmate.

“Anyways, I’ll try to get through this so you can meet the boys.” He now has everyone’s full attention. “I first wanted to thank you all for being so patient over the past three years. I know this hasn’t been easy, and you’ve had to sacrifice a lot of things. You’ve handled yourselves with grace and dignity. Even without the soulmate tests confirming your bonds with the boys, I would have been sure that you are meant to be simply by observing you over the years. I cannot thank you enough.”

He smiles at us, an adoring look in his eyes.

“Thank you,” Kyung-soon mutters.

“Now we’ve finally made it. It’s been a long journey, and this may seem sudden, but I believe that the timing is right. Today there will be a couple of doctors on hand who specialize in soulmate bonding, as these first meetings can be draining on both your emotions and energy. Don’t be afraid to ask for a breather if all of this is too overwhelming. There is no shame in that.”

My stomach turns to rocks hearing that. I’m reminded of my conversation just a couple of days ago with Aera. If meeting my soul sisters, who I’m not directly bonded to was so intense, what will this be like? Namjoon is only one person, whereas I have six soul sisters.

I voice my thoughts aloud. “I understand that this will be more...intense than it was meeting the girls. Will it really be that bad?”

Bang PD smiles at my question. “That bad or that good?” A blush creeps up my cheeks. “It will definitely be much more intense than your first meeting with the girls. Direct bonds are powerful. There is also the fact that you will be indirectly bonded with the other boys, like you were with the girls. Not quite as intense as the soul sister bond, but similar to it since they are your soulmate’s soul brothers.”

I exchange looks with Himari. This is news to us. It makes sense, and I’m happy about the fact that I’ll be gaining a lot of new friends today.

“Due to the fact you’ll be going through various levels of bonding today, we have taken precautions. You each will first meet your soulmates privately, and given sufficient time to bond and recover.” My stomach grows more and more uncertain as Mr. Bang explains the process. “After that, each individual couple will meet a different couple one at a time until you’ve all finished meeting. Like I said, doctors will be there to support you and we encourage you to take a break if you’re too exhausted. However, I’ve been told by the specialists that your soulmate will be the best support to you. So don’t be afraid to rely on each other. Understood?”

Mr. Bang smiles as us like he’s suggesting a place to grab lunch, not explaining the details of soulmate bonding. I give him a weak smile in return, a couple of the others grunting in acknowledgement.

“Wonderful.” Mr. Bang stands up from his seat, the simple action making my heart begin to pound again as I know that can only mean one thing. “Let’s get to it. I hope you don’t mind, but I discussed this with the boys earlier and asked them what order they would like to go in. Surprise, surprise: they’re going in order of age. That means that Jin and his soulmate will go first.”

I turn to look at Kyung-soon, who looks deathly pale. I wonder if the first thing she’ll say to Jin is a string of curse words for making her go first. Better first than last. Poor Minsuh will have to wait a long time for her turn, only making the nerves worse.

“Well, shall we?” Kyung-soon has gotten a hold of herself again, rising from the couch and smoothing out her sweater. “I’ve got to give my soulmate a piece of my mind for making me go first.”

Bang PD bursts out into laughter, having never seen the feistier side of the normally docile Kyung-soon. “Oh, I have a feeling the two of you will get along great.”

↔

I feel like I’m at the waiting room in the doctor’s office. Kyung-soon just entered a room at the end of the hallway, waving at us as her eyes lit up with that same light I noticed earlier today. I can only pray that I’ll be just as good at masking my nerves.

Seohyun paces in front of where we sit, awaiting her turn. We were told that we would each be given about 5 minutes of initial bonding before they would clear the room for the next pair. Apparently after the first five minutes the intensity starts to wear off, and then each couple is escorted to a recovery room on the same floor somewhere.

My blood is humming in my veins and I can practically feel Namjoon, wherever he is. Probably just on the other side of this floor. I fidget in my seat, desperate to just get it over with but dreading it at the same time. In my head “Forever Rain” is echoing, and I can’t tell if that’s helping or not.

5 minutes pass. Seohyun is waved over by a friendly looking doctor who pokes her head out the door.

“You’re Min Yoongi’s soulmate?” The doctor asks, her smile unwavering as Seohyun prances down the hall.

“I am, yes.” She waves at us. “See you on the other side!” I can hear the shaking in her voice, but she looks excited. We wave back, calling out words of encouragement.

Himari stands up, stretching. “Do I look alright?” She’s up next. Just a few more minutes before she disappears through that door.

I nod. “You look perfect. How are you feeling?”

“Like I could run a mile in 3 minutes flat but also like I might throw up at any second. You?”

“Pretty much the same. Not sure I could do 3 minutes though, maybe 4.”

Himari laughs, fiddling with her shirt and making sure it’s tucked in correctly. I stand up, helping her in the back where she can’t see.

“Everything will be perfect,” I reassure her, hoping that my smile looks the part. She sighs, wrapping me up in a hug. I’ve received a lot of those since I landed in Seoul.

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

Suddenly it’s been five minutes, although I have a sneaking suspicion it’s been less. Leave it to Seohyun to bond quicker and more efficiently than anyone else.

“Gotta go,” Himari salutes us as she makes her way to the door where the same doctor awaits her. I hear her voice as she confirms that she’s Jung Hoseok’s soulmate, but it sounds distant and quiet as the din in my head turns up to full volume.

5 minutes.

I remain where I was before, staring at the wall as I sway from one side to another. It’s so loud in my head, “Forever Rain” is on repeat and I swear my heart is trying to break out of my chest.

“...ok?”

I blink, looking at Aera who has concern written all over her face.

“Did you say something to me?”

“I just asked if you were going to be ok.”

I swallow heavily. “Y-yeah,” I manage to get out. “I’ll be fine. Just freaking out a little bit.”

“Ok,” Aera doesn’t look convinced.

“Do I look alright?” I fidget with my necklace.

“Bethany,” Aera’s voice cuts through all the noise in my head. “You are absolutely gorgeous. You’re also the most courageous, capable person I know. You can do this.”

I can do this. I think of Namjoon, so close by. We can do this.

“Bethany?” The door at the end of the hallway opens up, the doctor peeking outside.

I look back at Aera, and she offers me a thumbs up. Minsuh and Ichika smile up at me, words of encouragement spilling from their lips.

“That’s me.”

“Kim Namjoon is your soulmate, correct?” The doctor’s kind eyes are assessing me as I walk over on surprisingly steady legs.

“Yes,” I nod. My eyes focus on the doctor’s name tag as she gently ushers me inside the room. It says her name is Dr. Kim, which must be a good sign, right?

“Ok, Bethany. How are you feeling?”

I nod, the nervousness must be written all over my face so I don’t try to hide it. “I’m fine, I think. Just a little nervous.

Dr. Kim smiles at me. “That’s completely normal. If you need anything, I’ll be right here.”

I’m about to thank her when another voice interrupts my thoughts.

“Oh,” it comes out as a gasp, and my head feels like it’s swimming through concrete as I turn to look who it is. Even though I already know. I’ve heard that voice countless times.

Kim Namjoon is already looking at me by the time I drag my eyes to his face. I hardly register Dr. Kim’s nudge as I start moving forward, a male doctor on the other side of the room watching us intently.

Namjoon looks how I feel- struck by lightning. His eyes are alight with something akin to adoration and curiosity, and I can feel my heart skip a beat as I realize that look is for me.

He takes longer strides than me, but he stops just a step away from me. I take a moment to take in his appearance. The denim jeans he’s wearing nearly steal all of my attention before I manage to look up at his shirt, a simple white button down.

Perfect is the only word I can think of as I finally look back up at him. Once again, his eyes are already on mine and I jump at little at the sudden eye contact. His mouth opens, another little gasp leaving it.

His cheeks are flushed when he finally speaks.

“I-can I…” He stops, eyes drifting to his feet before looking back up at me again. “Can I just hug you?”

I nearly sob at his sweet question, and I silently step forward to press myself into my soulmate’s chest. He reacts immediately, his arms wrapping around me like a starving man. And it’s there, as my head nestles into his neck, that I feel the bond.

Namjoon holds me steady as what I imagine what lightning feels like courses through my body. With it comes a flurry of emotions, each one passing so quickly that I hardly have enough time to identify it before another comes. A pang of sadness hits me, and I can tell Namjoon feels it too because his already impossibly tight grip grows tighter. He rests his cheek on my head, and I nearly melt at the touch. With it the sadness fades, a calming balm coursing through us. Love, joy so tangible I nearly reach out to touch it, giddiness and trust wrap themselves around us.

By the time everything subsides, a single thread of the bond hangs invisible between us that I can almost tug it. I feel like I’m coming up for air after being submerged in water for too long.

We separate as a final shock hits us, both of us panting even as we wince at the loss of contact.

Dr. Kim and the male doctor make their way over to us, Dr. Kim attaching a blood pressure cuff to my arm before I even realize what’s going on. I notice the other doctor doing the same to Namjoon.

Namjoon sneaks a glance over at me, his cheeks still a deep red. My mind is still spinning and trying to understand what just happened. And the fact that I’m literally 5 feet away from my soulmate.

“Are you ok?” I flush as Namjoon asks me the question, Dr. Kim grinning up at me knowingly.

I nod. “Y-yeah. I think so. Are you?”

“Feeling great,” he responds even as he glares down at his blood pressure cuff. My eyes trail down to it too, before I decide against it as his bicep tends to make my giddiness grow. “I’m Namjoon, by the way.” He gives a sheepish grin, his dimple just showing up.

I return it, and his eyes drift down to my mouth. “I’m Bethany.” I chew on my lip for a second, my blush only growing stronger as I watch Namjoon force his eyes away from my mouth and red color his cheeks. Good to know I’m not the only one struggling. “You can call me Beth, though.”

Before we can continue our small talk, the cuffs are released. “Ok you two, feeling alright?” The male doctor asks us. We both nod. “Great. I know it’s intense and you might be feeling a little weak, but don’t be afraid to rely on each other. Namjoon, go ahead and hold Bethany’s hand while we take you to the recovery room. It will help to steady you both.”

Namjoon looks at me hesitantly, clearly embarrassed, but he slowly extends his hand out to me. So slowly that it looks like he’s trying to not scare away a skittish animal.

His hand engulfs my own, and the doctor was right. I feel much better already, more steady. Namjoon gives my hand a squeeze, looking down at me. I nearly swoon, a giggle escaping me at the situation.

“What are you laughing about?”

Hearing him speaking to me only makes me laugh again. “I just can’t believe how freaked out I was before.”

“Oh, me too.” My surprise must be evident at his confession. Was he really nervous too? “I don’t think I’ve slept for the past three days.”

We’re led out of the room to another room with a couch and some water and snacks. Just before the doctor leaves I remember to ask him something.

“Excuse me?” Namjoon grins at my politeness, not releasing my hand as he grabs water and offers it to me.

“Yes?”

“How long did we take?”

The doctor smiles. Everybody is smiling, me included. How could I not?

“Do you have a bet going on with the others or something? I hate to break it to you, but you guys are dead last. The bonding lasted six minutes.” My eyes widen. It certainly didn’t feel that long.

“How long did Seohyun take? She’s with Min Yoongi.”

“Oh, yeah, how long did they take? They were fast.” Namjoon mumbles by my side.

The doctor chuckles at us. “They only took 2 minutes and 42 seconds.” With that he leaves us alone in the room.

“Wow,” I whisper, sipping on my water. Namjoon still holds my hand, his fingers interlocked with mine. I try and fail to not let the small point of contact take over my senses. “I should have known Seohyun would be quick. She was by far the most prepared out of all of us.”

“And you were the least prepared.”

It isn’t a question, and I glare at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?!”

Namjoon laughs as I yank my hand from his, feigning offense. I collapse on the couch and he follows after me.

“I watched the docufilm,” Namjoon explains, sitting on the opposite end of the couch. I groan, hiding behind my hands.

“Like, all of it? Everything over the past three years?”

He chuckles, growing more comfortable by the second. “Yep. Everything.” His dimple reappears and I admire him from behind my hands. “I’m just glad you didn’t go to Antarctica.”

I laugh, pointing at him accusingly. “So you were watching the Facetime a couple of nights ago!” Namjoon has the decency to look flustered. “How dare you?”

“We-I just-” he stutters, “Can you blame me?”

I assess him from where he sits a respectable distance away. I still hardly even know the man, but I already know I could never harbor a grudge. Not that he needs to know that right now. I get up, heading over to the snack table again before deciding on a bag of chips. Now I’m starving, after hardly being able to eat over the past couple of days. Namjoon sits in silence, awaiting my response. I almost laugh again at the whole situation, until I realize that we are very much alone in this room. I shake off the tension I feel, taking a deep breath to calm down.

“I was freaking out the entire call,” I admit, settling back down on the couch. “I kept thinking I could hear people in the background, but I thought that I must be going crazy. So I definitely blame you.” I open the bag, offering some to Namjoon. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of his smile. “Now tell me. What was your favorite part of the docufilm?”

Namjoon ponders for a second, the red coming back to his cheeks. I wonder what he’s thinking. He finally settles on something, his face going serious as he looks back at me. I find it hard to breathe beneath his gaze.

“My favorite episode,” I had no idea they broke the film up into episodes, “was when you got lost at the night market.”

He doesn’t crack his serious expression, and I get up and move as far away from him as possible, settling for a chair on the far side of the room. If he’s seen all the episodes, he must know how much the others make fun of me for that night. Evil man, I think even as I fight the grin on my face.

Nearly thirty minutes later Dr. Kim knocks on the door before entering, finding Namjoon mid-sentence about how I obviously tried to hide my face from the cameras most of the time and how the boys would make fun of him because of it.

We look up at her from the couch to see her looking pleased. (Namjoon dragged me back to sit by him about fifteen minutes ago when I was accusing him of making me wait for three years, the bold action making him obviously embarrassed. His excuse was that he felt like he had to yell at me from across the room, but I think there might have been more to it.)

“Looks like you two are doing well.” Dr. Kim observes, jotting something down on her clipboard. “Ready to meet the others?” I jump up from the couch, Namjoon observing me with an amused look in his eyes. It’s not everyday I get to meet all of BTS in one day.

“Let’s go!” It’s my turn to drag Namjoon, tugging him out the door. When we leave the room I go to remove my hand from his, the intensity of the bond having faded and my awkwardness has returned full-force. He doesn’t let me, though. Instead he intertwines his fingers through mine, refusing to look at me when I looked up at him with my eyebrows raised.

Following the sound of several voices from up ahead, my soulmate and I go to meet the rest of BTS.

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all of your love

Hey y’all! Here’s Chapter 4 of my Playlist series. Make sure you catch up on the series (and check out my other stuff) by checking out my masterlist HERE. 

Let me know what y’all think!

This one is nasty (18+ as always), enjoy!

Word count: 6,195

T’Challa woke up Tuesday morning eager as a kid on Christmas. Every second that went by brought him closer to Ashanti and he couldn’t wait any longer, his excited nerves building to critical mass within him. Natasha and Wanda had noticed his constant texting and smiling at his beads, and worked hard the entire time he was there to get the truth out of him about who he was talking to. They tried asking Okoye, but she was a steel trap so the two of them cornered him in the living room just before his departure. Their suspicions were confirmed when he proudly pulled up a picture of her to show them.

“Damn she fine, who is that?” Sam sauntered into the room as T’Challa quickly shut the projection down and cleared his throat.

“She is none of your concern.”

“His girlfriend,” Natasha said at the same time before smirking into her cup of coffee. T’Challa looked at her in disbelief and she shrugged back at him in response. “Oh please, he would’ve found out eventually.”

The king rolled his eyes and left the room in a huff to go pack his things.

“He’s so pissy today,” Natasha said, a smirk still firmly planted on her face.

“He misses her, it’s adorable,” Wanda responded.

“Shit, I would too. Y’all saw her.”

T’Challa swept back in the room, bags in hand, calling to Okoye on his beads.

“General, are you ready to go?”

“Ewe kumkani wam, be down in a moment.”

Cap rounded the corner and picked up on T’Challa’s anxious energy. He turned to look at the other faces and a smile crept up his before he turned to his friend.

“Ready to get back to Ashanti, huh?”

A chorus of “Ashanti?!” broke out.

“Why’d he get to know her name and we didn't?” Wanda asked incredulously.

“I was getting there but the bird interrupted,” T’Challa said with a shrug, referring to Sam who rolled his eyes and waved goodbye to the king before leaving the room. 

“Hey, uh, can I talk to you for a second before you go?”

“Of course Steve, what is it?”

The two of them ducked off into the hallway for privacy.

“How is he?” Steve asked of his friend.

“He is responding to treatment really well, you should come see him sometime. Shuri has removed most of the words, and living with the Border tribe seems to be good for his mental state.”

Steve smiled from ear to ear. Hearing about Bucky’s progress warmed his heart and he seriously considered hopping on the jet with T’Challa right then and there.

“How about next week sometime? I have some things I need to finish up here, but I’d love to come see him. And see Wakanda properly this time.”

The two heroes shook hands and returned to the living room. At that moment Vision floated up through the floor and Okoye rounded the corner.

“I will never get used to that.”

“My apologies, general.”

“Apology accepted. My king?”

“Yes, we should get going. I will see you all again, hopefully not too soon.”

They said their goodbyes as the two Wakandans made their way to the Royal Talon Fighter to head home. Once Okoye had them in the air, T’Challa retired to one of the jet’s two bedrooms to change into sweatpants and a t-shirt and take a nap on the plush Wakandan mattress he missed so much. He was out like a light.

“My king, we are home,” Okoye lightly shook T’Challa awake. He got up and changed back into his clothes before exiting the ship. The entire royal family was there to greet him, much to his surprise. He greeted his mother and sister before landing on his cousin. 

“Umzala, I thought you were heading to Oakland,” he said as they dapped each other up.

“I’m about to head out now, just figured I’d wait a few and say hey to my favorite cousin.”

“You said I was your favorite cousin!” Shuri butted in.

“Hush, Dr. Frankenstein,” N’Jadaka remarked back at her. Shuri was shocked, but her face quickly morphed into amusement as a laugh erupted from her lips.

“If I’m Dr Frankenstein you just called yourself the monster,” Shuri cackled as she walked away, most likely going back to her lab to tinker with the laws of physics or something simple like that. 

“Welcome home son,” Ramonda lightly pushed her nephew aside. “How are the Avengers?”

T’Challa rolled his eyes at their incompetence and inability to work as a fluid team.

“Inept, mama. The captain might be visiting soon though,” he said with an eyebrow raise, knowing his mother had a little crush on Captain America.

“Oh, will he? I’ll have to be sure to spend some one on one time with the captain while he’s here.”

“Ew, Auntie.”

“Mama, please stop.”

“What? I still got it!” Ramonda turned and walked back towards the palace.

The cousins just looked at eachother and shuddered before N’Jadaka took off in the same jet T’Challa just arrived on. 

The next morning, T’Challa woke up later than most days. When he returns from a mission he likes to keep his workload light the following day, so he caught up on more of the sleep he had been missing out on. The very first thing he did after waking up was send Ashanti a “good morning beautiful” text, and before his feet even hit the floor she had responded.

Ashanti: Good morning handsome. How did you sleep?

T: Much better in my own bed, but still not as good as when you were in my arms.

A: Don’t make me blush.

T: But it’s so cute when you do.

T’Challa dragged himself out of bed and straight to his shower, turning on the hot water and turning his jungle bathroom into a sauna. 

“Kim, shuffle between my recently played songs.” He called out to the AI housed in his beads and around his quarters.

“Now playing ‘all of your love’ by Luke James,” the smooth automated voice rang out. A smile spread across his face as he remembered his picnic with Ashanti by the lake. They tapped beads and made a joint playlist, this album being one of Ashanti’s favorites. He had listened to it multiple times while he was away, missing her with every note.

You got the kinda loving 

That'll break a motherfucker's knees, baby

Got me begging, got me craving

I just wanna get a squeeze, baby

Don't leave me 'lone

Leave me 'lone, leave me 'lone

Leave me 'lone, leave me 'lone right here

I want it all

Want it all, want it all

Want it all, want it all, my dear

All of your love

(Give it all to me baby, yeah)

All of your love, yeah

(It's for me it's for you, baby)

All of your love

(I need it)

Give me all of your love (ooh)

He stepped under the faux rainfall and let it wash over his body, lathering up with some mango scented black soap. After his perfectly sculpted body was clean he turned off the water and air dried while covering his smooth brown skin in cocoa butter.

The king was looking forward to his day for two reasons: he would get to spend time with his little sister during the day and then Ashanti at night. For his first major stop of the day, he and Shuri went to the mines to check on the progress of the latest excavation efforts. The mining tribe elder K’Hari was intent on setting T’Challa up with his daughter Tamala, so they quickly made their escape to Shuri’s lab where they spent the rest of the day playfully bickering over who makes better gadgets while testing out some of Shuri’s latest inventions. T’Challa knew he would not win the argument, but enjoyed annoying his little sister. 

Around lunchtime T’Challa made his way back to the palace to eat with Ramonda in her garden. She wasted no time cutting to the chase.

“So this Ashanti, you have feelings for her?”

T’Challa nearly choked on his water, not expecting to cross into that territory so soon. 

“Uh, yes, umama, I do. It is still early though, the other night was only our first da-” he stopped when he saw the incredulous look on her face. She sucked her teeth at him.

“You brought a girl to the palace after one date? Do you make a habit of this?”

“No mama, I promise. The last time was when you caught me a few years back. With Ashanti it just...felt right.”

“Hmm...Lets hope it is. Bringing girls in the palace you barely know, I may not have been there your whole life, but I definitely raised you better than that...I can see she is different though, not like the riff raff you usually sniff around. That last girl you dated was horrid-”

T’Challa listened as Ramonda read his love life for filth, and all he could do was sit there.

“-skirts up to her ass, heels way too high for the setting. Thank Bast you’ve found someone good. Good for you, and good for Wakanda.”

“Woah, mama, we have only had one date and you are talking about Wakanda already? I do not even know if she would want to be queen one day.”

“No, but you want her to. I can see it in your eyes when you look at her. Yes, it’s early but you’re in love, unyana wam. The other day, watching the two of you, I could see how...easy you were with each other. I miss that easiness I had with your father…” T’Challa grabbed her hand as her eyes got misty. Ramonda blinked the tears away and turned the conversation back to T’Challa and Ashanti. “Everyone can see it, and I bet she’s walking around just as googly-eyed as you are.”

______

Ashanti and Kwame walked through the market arm-in-arm, picking up ingredients as they went.

“So tell me about this mining tribe hottie,” Ashanti spoke after a comfortable silence.

“Sis, I have one word for you: biceps. He could benchpress me and I just- woo that’s hot as fuck.” Kwame said, picking up a fan from a vendor and fanning himself dramatically before paying the old lady who ran the store.

“You really just bought a fan to be dramatic?”

“It’s practical and a prop!”

The two roommates broke out into giggles.

“Anyways, his name is Omar. Here’s his picture, isn't he cute? Ugh those dimples, I could swim in them.”

Ashanti flipped through a couple pictures of the two of them before Kwame shut the hologram down.

“You’re scrolling too much, you might see things you can't unsee.”

“Good looking out, friend.”

“So what are you serving kumkani other than that pussy?” Kwame asked loudly.

“Will you keep your voice down?! I’m not trying to announce this to the world.” Ashanti whisper-yelled at him before he threw his hands up in surrender. 

“My bad, my bad. Hey did you close the shop today or did you finally hire someone?”

“No, not yet. I haven’t even really been looking, I should get on that. But, uh, yeah I closed early. I'm there 7 days a week, the people can handle me being out for a few hours,” Ashanti said, Kwame nodding along in agreement. “Hey, want to stop by my parents’ place for lunch?”

“Girl when have I ever said no to food?” Kwame responded with excitement. He never said no to food. 

“Should we bring something back for B?”

“No she’s probably going to stay a couple nights with Kiki. You know, so they can ‘catch up’ or whatever. Honestly, its like she forgets i can see right through her.” Kwame rolled his eyes.

“Even I can see they have feelings for eachother-”

“Girl blind people see they have feelings for each other. It’s her first experience with a girl so I don’t want to push her but damnit just do gay shit already sis!” 

They arrived at Zana Cafe right as Ashanti’s riotous laughter subsided. 

“Hey babygirl, hey Kwame! Where’s my other daughter?” Chidi asked, hugging them both.

The three of them sat at a table near the kitchen and away from the hustle and bustle.

“She’s out ignoring her feelings for Kiki.”

“Kiki Odunsi? She’s a nice girl, Binta has good taste.”

“That’s what I said, Baba, but she’s just too nervous to act on it. Yet she pushes me into the king’s arms-”

“I’m sure I don't want to hear the rest of that statement, but your mom will be back soon and I’m sure she’d love to hear all about it. You kids want some food? We got some curry that just finished, you have perfect timing.”

“We felt it in our souls,” Kwame half-joked. Chidi disappeared into the kitchen and reappeared with their food, letting them dig in while he ran the restaurant. 

About halfway through lunch Kwame got a message from Omar that made his entire face turn red as his lip disappeared under his top teeth.

“Go ahead,” Ashanti said, already knowing the content of the message without having to see it. He either sent a nasty picture or a dirty text, and either way she knew the second Kwame saw it he was mentally already sucking Omar’s dick. 

He got up, giving her a quick peck on the cheek and waving goodbye to Chidi as he all but ran to his dick appointment.

“Well he sure got out of here in a hurry,” Chidi came over and sat across from his daughter. 

“A boy texted him.”

“Should’ve known,” he said before clearing his throat. “So, the king...how is that going?”

“You actually want to talk about it?”

“Of course, you’re my daughter. It’s just hard to see you as an adult sometimes, but I’m getting better at it.”

“Well he and I really connect on a lot of levels. He’s so smart, and sweet, and considerate and I know we only had that one date but I feel like I’ve known him for years. We have another date tonight, I’m making him mama’s pirri pirri chicken.”

Chidi sat back in amazement. Here was his little girl...in love...with the king of Wakanda. 

“You know, that’s what your mother made the first time she cooked for me.”

“It is?!”

“Mhm, that’s how she hooked me. Been trapped ever since.”

Ashanti playfully hit her father’s arm and thought about her meal plan for later.

“Well, Baba, I have to go prep for tonight. Give Mama my love when she gets back.” Ashanti kissed her father on the cheek and headed back to her empty home.

______

Her “Sacral Chakra” playlist blasted through the house as she danced in her underwear to Missy Elliott’s “Throw it Back” while stirring the rice one last time. Everything was ready, and she still had plenty of time before he was supposed to show up. She put the oven on “warm” and stuffed the dishes inside before removing the rice from the heat and trotting upstairs to get herself ready for the life changing dick-down she was surely about to receive.

She changed the music to fit the mood she wanted to set, switching to her “Sexy” playlist and swooning at the sound of one of her favorite songs tickling her ears. 

Like a flame to a moth 

I'm addicted to your sauce, so bad

I want it 24/7, 365, 911

I need it fast

Don't leave me 'lone (so)

Leave me 'lone, leave me 'lone (so fast)

Leave me 'lone, leave me 'lone right here

(911 terrible baby, yeah)

I want it all

Want it all, want it all

Want it all, want it all, my dear

All of your love

(Give it all to me, baby)

All of your love, yes

(It's for me it's for you, baby)

All of your love

('Cause I need it)

Give me all of your love (ooh)

Luke’s voice carried her as she took a dip in the tub with a colorful jasmine and ylang ylang bath bomb before moisturizing with rose-infused shea butter. Her skin smelled like a forbidden garden, just the way she liked it. Then she trimmed her pubic hair, cleaning up her bikini line and giving him a clear, well-groomed path to her treasure trove. Finally, she painted her nails and toes white to stand out against her skin and avoid clashing with her colorful, off the shoulder, bodycon ankara dress. Ashanti chose to keep her braids down and makeup light again, knowing all that extra makeup would get ruined anyway. For a final touch she slid on her strappy gold stilettos, knowing just how much he loved them from their kimoyo chats. 

The doorbell rang and Ashanti took a deep breath before straightening her dress and heading to the door. When she opened it both of their jaws dropped. There he was in an all-black suit with a black shirt underneath, a purple pocket square, and that damn hoop in his ear. He looked like the black panther he was and Ashanti wanted nothing more than to be his prey.

His eyes roamed her body and landed back on her face before he stepped over the threshold and pulled her in for a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues danced alongside each other as both of their hands reacquainted themselves with the other’s body. T’Challa’s hand steadily sliding down her backside brought her out of her daze and she broke the kiss. He frowned as though she had taken away his favorite toy.

“Dinner, your highness.” She said before giving him one last peck and escaping to the kitchen with him on her heels. As she tried to maneuver around the kitchen, T’Challa refused to let go of her waist, whispering sweet nothings in her ear every few seconds about how much he missed her.

“T’Challa, go sit down, I’ll bring you your food,” She giggled as he kissed her cheek repeatedly. “Go!”

He let her go with a slap on the ass and sat down at the table, watching her float around the kitchen. After a couple minutes, Ashanti set two plates full of delicious looking food down on the table. She cracked open a bottle of palm wine and poured them both a generous amount. 

“Are you trying to get me drunk Miss Mostafa?”

“Maybe. Cheers.” Their glasses clinked together and they both took a sip without breaking eye contact.

“Tell me what you think,” Ashanti pointed at his plate to get him to focus. The king took one bite and his eyes rolled back in his head.

“You made this?!”

“Ha ha, T’Challa. Yes, I made this. It’s my umama’s recipe though. And make sure you save room for dessert” she said while digging into her food. 

“My compliments to the chef,” he said as he seductively brought his lips around his forkful of food, still staring into her soul.

The two of them caught up on their time apart, what little they didn’t already discuss in their kimoyo chats. T’Challa regaled her with stories of his work with the Avengers, and he watched her in admiration as she spoke about the happenings at Taj’s.

“Ready for our next course?” Ashanti asked the king.

“I am.”

Ashanti scooped the warm mango cobbler into two bowls and topped each one with ice cream. She set T’Challa’s bowl down in front of him and went to take her seat when his hand wrapped around her wrist and tugged her back towards him. 

“Sit on my lap,” he said in a low grumble.

Ashanti’s feet carried her back to the king and she turned to sit across his lap.

“Not like that, face me.”

“My dress-”

“I don’t care.”

A chill went down her spine as she hiked her dress up over her thick thighs and straddled him. He reached for his bowl and scooped up some cobbler and ice cream, bringing it to her lips.

“Open.”

Her lips parted and she tasted her sugary concoction, happy it turned out how she wanted it to.

“Is it good?”

“Yes.”

“Is it sweet?” He asked, nuzzling into her neck and inhaling her scent.

“Y-yes.”

“Good. Feed it to me.”

They took turns feeding eachother the cobbler, licking the melted ice cream from each other's lips. With each bite, the king’s hand travelled further and further up Ashanti’s thigh, gripping her tight and causing her to let out the tiniest whimpers. 

He could smell her arousal and it drove him crazy. When his hands travelled up to her hips and felt no underwear she looked at him and winked, flipping the switch within him. His eyes turned almost completely black as his fingers trailed across her body directly to her clit. Ashanti jumped, but his other arm held her down. His fingers circled her clit, making more wetness drip out of her. She suckled on his bottom lip and moved her hips to get him to stop teasing her, but he wasn’t a fan of her defiance.

“Did I say move?”

His voice sent a chill down Ashanti’s spine and straight to her pussy. Another rush of liquid escaped her and T’Challa chuckled darkly.

“You like when I tell you what to do, don't you?” He asked, one hand still teasing her clit while the other gripped her jaw forcing her to look into his eyes. She nodded desperately and he laughed in her face. “I know you do, kitten. You know what I want you to do for me?”

She struggled to compose herself, his teasing becoming too much for her to handle.

“What? I’ll do anything”

“I know you will. Cum on my fingers when I fucking say so, do you understand me?” She nodded as his fingers moved down to her now dripping hole, three of them opening her up and sliding in deep while the heel of his hand pushed into her clit. He slapped her ass with his free hand. “I said, do you understand me?”

“Y-yes.”

He curled his fingers inside her, alternating between quick and slow thrusts, all while dragging the pads of his fingers across her g-spot. More wetness pooled between her legs as he dug in her, causing her to grind into his hand for even more friction.

“There you go, nasty girl. Work for it, mhm…” He licked from her collarbone to her ear before nibbling on her lobe, making her release a moan from deep within her core. “You sound so beautiful, I’m going to make you sound like this all night. Are you ready for me?”

She held on tight to his shoulders and rocked into him more, the tension building in her body.

“Yes, kumkani.”

He growled and pulled his fingers from her, placing his hands under her thighs and picking her up while she whined at the empty feeling.

“Where’s your room?” He spoke into her ear as she wound her hips against his and sucked on his neck. She pointed up the stairs, but her lack of communication frustrated him more. He needed to be inside her now.

He backed her into an empty wall and pushed his pelvis into hers. Her eyes rolled back at the feel of his third leg against her pussy.

“You want it?” He teased. She nodded vigorously as he unzipped his pants and pushed them to his feet. “Do something about it.”

She reached between them and almost cried at the feeling of his hot, pulsating dick in her hands. She couldn’t close her small hands around it, and she wondered briefly about how it would fit in her mouth. She felt the throbbing veins up and down his shaft and his length would surely fill her to the brim. She swiped her thumb over the precum oozing out the head of his dick and brought it to her lips to taste. The sweet saltiness of him set her off, and she lifted her body up before sliding down on his length.

She was too eager to be bothered by the stretch of her pussy, just wanting him inside her.

He moaned into her ear and gripped her ass tight as she enveloped him in her warmth. He wanted to keep his composure, but it slipped more with every bounce of her juicy ass onto his pelvis. The thickness of his dick pulling her clit combined with the edging from earlier had her on the verge of an orgasm already.

 After letting her get used to his size, the king decided to stop playing nice and pushed her back into the wall, staring deep into her eyes as he thrust into her body. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she held on for dear life as he busted her wide open.

“Oooh, T’Challa!”

“Hm? You like when I do that? What about this?” He lifted her and brought her down onto him, the force causing her to yell out his name between thrusts.

“T-Chal-la, oh-my-Bast-it-feels-so-good. Mmm I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” She barely rushed out before her muscles tightened and released around him, both of them moaning out in pleasure. He continued to hold her while they stared into each other’s eyes forehead to forehead, breathing heavily, until she broke the silence.

“Can I taste you?” she whispered and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He placed her down and she immediately sank to her knees, licking her essence off of his dick.

His hand went to the back of her head as she sucked the tip and rotated her two hands along his shaft. After a few moments she grew brave and pushed him further into her throat, making his toes curl. She was down to one hand and decided to go even deeper. Resting her jaw, she brought her free hand to stroke his shaft while alternating between licking his balls and softly bringing them into her mouth. Her lips made their way back to his pulsating dick, his chorus of “fuck yes, just like that” and “suck that dick” lost on her ears while she focused all her will power on swallowing the monster before her. Her mouth slowly crept over his tip and down his shaft as far down as she went before. She swallowed and took him in deeper, nose almost touching his pubic hair.

“Fuck!”

He wasn’t expecting that and came down her throat. She gladly swallowed every drop.

“Good girl, make sure you clean your plate for your king.” He pulled her up by her jaw and kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth to taste himself on her. He slapped both her ass cheeks.

“Get in that bedroom.”

She grabbed his hand and led him to her room, her dress at her waist and those damn heels on her feet. Ashanti had a feeling those would be staying on most of the night. 

When she opened her door, he only looked around briefly before grabbing her by her throat and licking her neck. Her pussy throbbed once more.

“Why do you like when I’m rough with you?” He growled in her ear as he unzipped her dress. “Answer me.”

“My king, I-I don’t know but it turns me on.”

“You don’t know, huh? That’s not a good enough answer. Bend over, grab your ankles. Let’s see if you can figure it out” His hand pushed on her back, making her bend at the waist before he slammed into her, taking everything she had to give. His hips slowed down and stirred inside her, making her release a long, deep moan each time he pushed deeper.

Tears came to her eyes from how he was hitting it. She had never felt anything so deep or so thick inside her, and the way he was moving made her cry out to the heavens.

“Bast!”

“She’s not here love, you’re at my mercy,” He chuckled and grabbed her neck, pulling her up to whisper in her ear as his hips sped back up and she grabbed onto the back of his head for stability. His left hand had a tight grip on her hip, but his right hand came up to tweak her nipples as he slowed his strokes back down, circling his hips. 

“Yes, kumkani” she moaned out on repeat like a broken record. He had hit that spot in her that shut her brain down, making her putty in his hands.

“I’m going to ask you again sithandwa, why do you like it when I’m rough with you? Hmm? I know it’s hard to think right now, but try for your kumkani. We talked about it before. Why do you want me to treat you this way?”

“B-because I’m my kumkani’s little slut.”

He smiled as wide as the cheshire cat and stilled inside her, another deep chuckle rumbling from his chest.

“That’s my good girl, my little slut. You like being kumkani’s little slut?”

“Mmm, yes. Please, make me your slut kumkani. I’ll be good.”

He pulled out and slapped her ass.

“Prove it. Good girls ride dick.” He laid back on the bed, hands behind his head as he watched her stand over him and squat onto his throbbing member. He moaned as she dropped her weight on him and picked it back up repeatedly, tightening her kegel muscles on the way back up each time. She eventually dropped down to her knees to give her thighs a break and leaned back towards his legs, giving him a full view of her body as he watched himself go in and out of her.

“Shit, Ashanti.”

She slowed down and sat up, circling her hips and gripping him tight before leaning over and letting him suck on her nipples. She let him have his fill then whispered in his ear, “Am I a good girl yet?”

His mouth left her breasts and he pulled her into a deep kiss, their tongues fighting for dominance with his eventually winning again. He pulled back to take in her beautiful face that was twisted in pleasure, his black eyes staring deep into her brown ones.

“The best.”

The king wrapped his arms around Ashanti’s waist and spread his legs before thrusting up into her, catching her off guard. Her body succumbed to his and another wave of intense pleasure washed over her as she came once more. He fucked her all the way through her orgasm, refusing to let up.

“Do you have one more in you kitten? Can you be a good girl and cum again for your kumkani?”

“T’Challa, I-”

“Who?!” he hooked his arms under her knees and flipped them over, driving his big dick deep into her guts with a roll of his hips.

Tears came to her eyes and he wiped them away, pausing his movements. “Are you ok, love? Did I hurt you?”

“No, I...it just feels so good. You feel so good inside me, baby.”

“Do I?” he teased as he thrust impossibly deeper inside her, watching as the tears sprang from her eyes, kissing them away.

“Yessss,” she hissed as their foreheads came together so they could stare deep into each other’s souls as their climaxes approached. 

He pushed her legs back further and she felt him drop all his weight into her pussy over and over and over and she left her body, tears running from her eyes and juices seeping from her pussy. Her head rolled back and a faint smile appeared on her face as he fucked her stupid. Her nails dug into his back as his hips continued to thrust into her from above and he left his signature on her neck. He felt her body tensing up again and  he decided to stop delaying his release before he killed the poor girl. 

“Kitten.” He said to her in a soft, sweet voice, slowing down his strokes and just grinding in her deep. She struggled to focus on him but when their eyes met, he leaned in for a soft kiss. “You’ve been such a good girl for me. You take me so well baby, it’s like your pussy was made for me. You said I could cum inside you, will you still let your kumkani cum deep inside that pussy?” They had already discussed this, knowing it would come up at some point. Luckily they both had their STI prevention shots and  they were both on birth control, so since they shared the same kink they decided to go for it.

“Yesss, please kumkani. Cum inside me,” Ashanti said as she locked her legs around his waist.

The king’s thrusts picked up the pace, elevating them both to their highs. The tension rose in their bodies, Ashanti scrambling to hold him closer, and T’Challa struggling to contain his strength so as not to cause real damage. When the dams broke, their bodies shook violently and he filled her up while she spilled all over him. He slowly thrusted into her as his dick continued to pump her pussy full of him. His thrusts slowed to a stop as she came down from her climax. He leaned back and opened his mouth and let a glob of spit fall onto her clit before lightly rubbing it in with his thumb.

“T’Challaaaaa!” she whined, feeling overwhelmed. He smirked and stopped, leaning down to plant a kiss on her forehead then her nose, then her lips. 

“I know, baby, I’m sorry,” he said as he continued to lightly kiss around her face and neck. Her legs still hadn't let him go, so his hips churned inside her very slowly, grinding just enough to keep her turned on but not enough to over stimulate her. “You just can’t let me go, huh?”

“Uh-uh,” she pulled him to her soft lips, only allowing them to slightly graze each other. “You feel too good.” She whined.

“Oh I do? You love when I’m deep in that pussy, don't you? You want me in there all the time? Want me to slut you out whenever I fucking feel like it?”

“Mmmm, yes kumkani.”

“Good girl. Now let me go baby, I’m not done with you.”

“T’Cha-” She was cut off by a deadly glare. “Kumkani, my pussy is tired.”

“I know kitten, this will help her feel better.”

Ashanti slowly unraveled her legs and moaned as his dick slowly left her, pulling on her clit and her g-spot on the way out. The emptiness she felt was soon replaced by the feeling of his copious amounts of cum dripping from her hole. 

T’Challa moaned at the sight then leaned in for a taste, causing Ashanti to gasp unexpectedly. His tongue moved up and down her pussy, collecting his cum and spreading it all over. He sucked on her clit and his fingers slowly found their way inside her to rub on her spot before his finger and tongue switched. He tongue fucked her walls while his thumb strummed her clit lazily, her legs twitching on every upstroke . His moans of pleasure pushed her further to her climax and when he started slurping his cum out of her pussy she lost it, body convulsing and cumming all over his chin. He slurped up their combined fluids and brought his lips to hers, transferring their cum to her mouth for her to taste. She swallowed and stared into his eyes, bottom lip between her teeth. He rolled over beside her and they faced each other. 

“Don’t look at me like that. You already won't be walking tomorrow, but I can make it a week,” T’Challa warned and the two broke out into laughter.

“Wow, just...that was...wow,” Ashanti said, still processing what just happened.

“Is something wrong? Was I too rou-” Ashanti shut him up with a kiss.

“It was amazing. And oh my Bast, you are nasty as fuck.”

T’Challa chuckled, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her into his chest.

“That’s just the tip of the iceberg, dear.”

Ashanti stilled then looked up at him in fear and arousal, both of which were made worse by the bloodthirsty look on his face. 

“What else are you into?”

The two lovers laid there and talked for hours, only pausing for a brief moment while Ashanti went to the bathroom. They talked about their kinks and exploring more together. They spoke about their futures, their bucket lists, their families, and more. The conversation veered from comical to serious to heart wrenching to seductive all within the span of a few hours.

They eventually fell asleep with T’Challa’s strong arms wrapped around Ashanti’s waist, just like the last time they slept in each other’s arms and hopefully just like all the times they’ll lay together in the future. 

Our love

Your love

On me

Our love

My love

In you

Our love

Your love

On me

Our love

My love

Ooh!

(Did you ever think that, maybe

Maybe it's destiny?

Maybe it's destiny that brought us together)

Next Chapter

#cecewritessometimes #black panther fic #t'challa #t'challa x oc #black!oc #smut #playlist

[beingdreeyore]

I called in sick today. Four nights of no sleep meant I just didn't have it in me.

The house we lived in back in that little town is completely submerged. Where once there were houses, there is now a raging river. For several blocks the water is so deep that you can't see even a single sliver of rooftop. Friends from that town lost their homes and all their possessions yesterday. The physio tells me he is safe, his property dry, but his practice was very near our house and so is completely destroyed.

The rainfall is moving south and the other two towns I worked in are either underwater or preparing to go under. I think of that voice on the phone from the early hours of Saturday morning and find myself praying it doesn't move so far south as to hit the town where his family live. His hometown. Hasn't their family been through enough without adding that to their pain? And then I caught myself, I'd prayed.

When was the last time I prayed? Do I even still believe? How desperate am I to protect him that I would resort to praying? It's been so long since God and I spoke anything other than angry words that I doubt he'd listen...

But I prayed.

I woke up knowing that I just needed to chat about everything with someone who would reserve judgement, someone who could see the grey area in it all, so I sent a text to my clinical psychologist asking if she had capacity today.

13 minutes later we were on a zoom call.

I talked to her about all the shame, the rejection, and the sense that I was being punished that has come up for me since he blocked my number. The confusion at not knowing what it was I'd done that had led him to take such drastic action. How I would respect his choice, even though it is painful as hell as it feels like being left by him again. It feels like I must have let him down spectacularly for him to take that step.

I told her how I had sent him an email though, no writing attached, just a screenshot of contact details he had asked for on that phone call. It had seemed genuinely important to him, so I'd sent them. I had gone back and forth on it, as I was worried he'd misinterpret it given he may not even remember that part of the conversation, but it still felt like I needed to honour his request. If I could do that, then I could respect his decision knowing I'd done what he asked of me. Otherwise if I didn't send them it would be just another way I'd let him down.

And I told her how confusing it was to have been happy he'd reached out. To have taken some sort of comfort in knowing that he'd known that even when I was hurting, I was still always prepared to hold space for him if he needed it. How proud I was of him that he'd gone to talk to someone about everything but how sad that I never got to tell him that. How disappointed that he'd reached to me for help but then shut me out so conclusively.

I told her how I wasn't angry with him for the rejection, just sad, because it all feels very messy right now. It feels like complicated grief. It feels like someone doing the best they can in some sort of noble way that only they understand. It feels like he needs people around him.

She validated me and told me it was okay to have been so relieved to hear his voice. That it was okay to feel a contentment in knowing that he'd reached for me. And okay to not be angry that he'd reached out, even when it got so messy over something so simple. Understandable to feel incredible sadness at the pain he must be in.

She told me a similar story about someone who had blocked her without a sign that's what was coming. How she'd been hurt but continued on with her life. Refusing to enter into a game of proving her love, if that's what it was. Months later he had contacted her and apologised, explaining that his motivation was that it was the only way he had known how to not contact her. That he'd seen it as a responsible thing to do; his way of protecting her. If she'd reached out to check on him, he wouldn't have been able to keep it as a brief interaction.

It made me wonder... Is that what he was doing? Did he block me because he knows he is still happier with her and he doesn't have those feelings for me? Or did he block me because of how easy it would be right now to accept my offer of an ear to listen and shoulder to cry on? How tempting to fall into the same old routine that came so easily to us? Was this some bizarre way of trying to honour me? But that makes no sense, because if his main priority is always me, then why would he pick the other girl? If he blocked me, it must be for her. The one who is the priority. That’s what I tell myself or the whole thing feels too unfair. It would be too unfair if he cared that much about me and it still wasn’t enough.

I feel more settled though. Less "crazy." More understanding of why being blocked led to such a massive internal explosion of emotions. I miss him. But I've been honouring his choice for four months now and I will continue to. It's bittersweet to realise that despite those four months of separation, my feelings for him haven't changed. He's still the first person I want to tell things to. And it all feels a lot harder now that I've been blocked, because it communicates so clearly how much he doesn't ever want to be that person for me.

[wheresmyhair0-0]

Ateez x reader

These days sometimes I think

Maybe I lived pretty well and the proof is you

Although we are aiming at each other,

I was full without knowing how to thank you

You had the bestest friend you could ask for. Always made sure you always eat, sleep and are healthy. And so did you, for him. But as much as you cared for each other, you were at each others throats just as much. He pinched you, you pinch back. He tickles you, you tickle him back. He neck sliced you, you do that. So basically, you both are always back and forth. But you have never thanked him for helping you for everything. For always keeping you company, and simply being there.

These words are unfamiliar to me, even if I say every word

You know, my truth is yes

I have something to say

the words i wanted to say

I stayed up all night thinking about it

thinking of you

But today was the day. The day you will thank him for all that. Though you are not good at these things, these words, it was the truth you always wanted to say. You tossed and turned all night for that. What would he say? Would he like it? Will he laugh at your words and tease you about it? Or will he cry about it? You can only find out about it after saying your thoughts.

Yeah even if you don't say anything, good day

When everyone, not just one, gathers here

After falling asleep crazy, at your hum

When I woke up because I couldn’t win, ye

I can't play comfortably like I used to

But I pulled out my heart through the cracks, what's urgent ye ye

Rise and shine every day's a new day, yeah

Today he had a particularly bad day where he couldn't properly focus on the dance practice and got scolded a lot. He also forgot about bringing you a gift for your friendversary. And he couldn't just wait to sleep or maybe cuddle with you.

"Y/n?" He called out. "Here." You replied from the kitchen, not looking up from the dish you were plating. His favorite menu.

"What's all this?" He asked, pointing at the different foods on the coffee table and your TV which showed the start of a some sort of edited video. "First let's eat dinner. I'll tell you everything later." You said.

"Yah! Don't keep me in suspense, I don't like it."

"You literally watch only suspense and thriller movies. I'm just applying in real life. Can't you be patient?" You mocked him the same way he was talking.

"I don't talk like that!"

"I don't talk like that."

"You are such a child,Y/N"

"Ha. Ha. Ha. Me? A child? Then what are you, a fetus!"

"A fetus?!? C'mon! That's not even an insult. Seriously you even walk like a baby, not straight and bumping into everything."

The dinner went on with you both bickering about whose more of a baby and who peed more in their bed. It certainly made you both nostalgic. But now is not the time to argue. Your best present was still waiting.

"Come. Sit here. I have something for you." You made him sit on the couch and picked up a small envelope which you had hid in the kitchen cabinet before he came.

It was a CD, your surprise.

"What's this CD for? Why was it there?"

"You ask a lot of questions, idiot. Just sit and watch." You replied sassily.

"Ok. Jeez, idiot!"

The video started off with both of your first playdate. Then cut to your favourite ice cream parlor incident then a few funny moments from your childhood. Then it showed your game nights where he never won against you in Mario kart to you both singing-shouting like crazy. To when you teased him for crying when a fan wrote a letter of confession to him. And many more memorable moments. It was like everyday something crazy happened to you which was somehow always recorded by you.

Finally the last part came where you were in his studio with his band's producer and his members, recording a song. A song he recognized from the first beat. A song he wrote for you.

And now you were singing it.

By now his tears were full on pouring out like a heavy rainfall. It was the best present he got on your friendversary. Cause all you ever gave him was useless things like half eaten chocolate or melted ice-cream. But that's beside the point. What mattered was that it was you who was singing it. His bestest friend in the whole damn universe and he couldn't be more proud of you.

I'm sorry, it was difficult

I want to say that now

thanks

so i can walk with you

In a difficult world, we can lean on each other

Even if a typhoon hits

Even if the rain and wind blow

You and me

will always be us

At last your last message was rolling on the screen.

"I know this video might be a bit cheesy for you and messily edited and my voice is not as good as yours. But I wanted to thank you. For everything. You were always there in my best and worst times. My happiest and saddest moments. Now you are an idol and we cannot meet or talk everyday but you still contact me often. You still care for me that much. And now you have a lot of people who love you like you are their best friend, boyfriend and what not, but just don't forget me friend. I will always be there whenever you need me, whenever you feel down, and wherever you want me to be. I will always love you, you idiot. So thank you, friend."

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[everythinggeeky]

Rain, Rain, Go Away | Steve Rogers

Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: none! just fluff!

Word Count: 900

Summary: anon requested a rainy day with Steve! Waking up with Steve was a rarity, but when it happens, you enjoy it. 

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A/N: tag lists are open! This is part of my 5 Days of Oneshots!

When you woke in the morning, rolling over to Steve’s side of the bed, expecting to sprawl out across the mattress, but instead you were met with a large man. Peeling your eyes open, you were surprised to see that Steve was still home. Normally, by this point of the morning, he would have gone out for an early morning run, shower, and have made breakfast before getting on with his work.

“You’re still here,” you mumbled sleepily.

“Yeah, babe, it’s pouring outside...take a look.”

You rolled over to face the window, Steve pulling your hips into his front.

“Mmm…’s better,” you sighed, lacing fingers with his that rested on your hip bone. 

He grinned and leaned in to kiss the side of your face softly. Leaving a gentle trail of kisses from your jaw to your cheek, he whispered, “do you want breakfast?”

“Yes please.”

“You stay, I’ll be back soon,” he parted from you, pulling a pair of sweatpants on before leaving the bedroom for the kitchen.

You took the opportunity to cuddle back up in bed and snag a few extra winks of sleep before Steve came back. 

About 30 minutes later, he returned with a glorious tray of pancakes, bacon, fresh fruit, coffee, and orange juice. Steve leaned over the bed and rubbed your back softly to wake you. You sat up slowly, and he set the tray in your lap. As you looked the spread over, you thought to yourself that this was a breakfast meant for a queen.

Steve had treated you like a queen, that was for certain. Even though it did feel a little old fashioned at times, you attributed it to the time period that he grew up in. Indulging in the occasional luxury was sweet, especially when it was coming from your loving boyfriend. 

“Thank you, this looks delicious,” you leaned up to thank him with a kiss, to which he reciprocated.

“Of course, sweetheart,” he slid into bed beside you, wrapping an arm around your back.

You cuddled into his side, sipping at the cup of coffee that was made perfectly to your liking. Steve picked up a strawberry and held it to your mouth; you took a bite and moaned at the taste. He grinned down at you and pecked your forehead. 

These moments spent together were rare because of the business you were both involved in. Saving the Earth always came first, no matter what, but Steve was quick to keep you as a close second. 

You watched the rainfall on the windows of the tower. The large, floor-to-ceiling windows provided the perfect view of Manhattan. You sliced your fork through the large stack of pancakes, taking a big bite, grinning at Steve. He chuckled, taking a bite himself.

“So, what’s the plan for today?” you asked, mouth full.

“Hmm...lazy day. Want to watch a movie? Bake something?”

“Yes, brownies! And I like the idea of a movie.”

“Perfect,” Steve smiled, kissing your lips again before continuing breakfast.

By the end of the hour, the tray of breakfast was completely demolished. Steve ate most of the food he made; a supersoldier’s stomach amazing you every time you share a meal. You laid back in bed, taking a rest before even thinking about moving again. Steve intertwined your limbs with him, getting comfortable again. 

Steve was always grabby when you had the time to be alone together for a long period of time. Sheltering yourself from the cold outside, his body radiated a warm, cozy heat. You laid together for the next few hours, sharing small “I love you’s” and soft kisses. At one point, you had drifted off to sleep, to which Steve had as well.

About two hours later, you both woke up again. Rolling over to face him, you echoed his actions from this morning, peppering kisses along his jaw to his lips. He opened his eyes and smiled kindly at you.

“Ready to make brownies?” he asked.

“Yeah, I think so,” you smiled cutely, standing from the bed, pulling a sweatshirt on to cover your cold body.

He got up with you and led you to the Tower’s kitchen, where he pulled the ingredients down to make the brownies.

Flour, sugar, cocoa, and a few more.

You began to mix the ingredients together when Steve reached over your arm to take a dab of the batter and pat it onto your nose. You laughed, taking an even larger dab of the batter, flicking it at him. It landed across his chest.

“Babe!!” he yelped.

You laughed, doubling at your midsection. 

“Might as well do this, then,” Steve said, pulling his shirt from his body. You laughed, taking a moment to look him over.

“That is much better,” you approved.

He chuckled, cheekily. You poured the batter into the pan after cleaning up your face. You enjoyed the brownies together, cuddled up on the couch in front of your favorite movie. Passing brownies and milk together, you relished these quiet moments away from crime lords and space villains. Evil exists in the world, but not here. Not now at this moment.

All that exists is you and Steve, a comforting plate of brownies, and the warm crinkle of the television. Quiet, rainy days are hard to come by but are oh so precious when they do. To be the most intentional about time is a gift.

tagged: @kenobee​ @hxldmxdxwn​ @ilovesupersoldiers​ @jbarnesss​ @stephieraptorr​

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[whumpy-tales-and-thoughts]

Hello oo! May I request "fainting " for the bthb please ?

Thank you for your request and support!! I hope this matches your expectations!! <3 

Words: 1.639

Taglist: @mnmlover2002 

TW: Illness, non con touching/ thoughts, manipulation, left out in the cold. 

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  It started as sore throat, something Leo was getting used to, what with all the screaming. There was a heavy rainfall the day before, and he’d not pleased Marcus enough for him to leave him alone, so he found it funny to see whether his shouting could be louder than the rain. His whip wound hurt when he sank himself in a hot bath later that night, but he still woke up sore and in pain and he felt kind of weird, but he chose to ignore that. It had been around two months since he had been brought here. Feeling weird was routine by now.

  Marcus knocked on the door, and he pretended to be asleep. He was up later than he’d thought, if Marcus had to come upstairs himself and wake him. He covered himself up before the door creaked open.

  “Good morning baby,” the man’s mellow voice reached his ears, and he rolled his eyes underneath his eyelids. Leo flinched when Marcus placed his hand on his shoulder. “So, you’re awake”, he said, unamused, and pulled the blanket off of Leo’s head.

  “Good morning,”, he said, his voice hoarse. “I just wanted to sleep more”.

  “Too bad you don’t get to choose in here, huh”.

  Leo only pressed the pillow against his ear.

  “I don’t like you today, you’re too irritable”.

  “I don’t like you any day”, he replied tiredly and tried to resist when Marcus grabbed him by the arm, but found he didn’t have enough strength for that.

  Marcus practically pulled him to his feet, and Leo felt the need to sit down again, his vision dark with a dizzy spell. It had been a while since he’d had one of those. “You might want to buy me some iron supplements”, he said, putting on his shirt, turning his back to Marcus’ stare. He never hid that look of his, and it made Leo feel more unsafe than ever. He changed into his usual clothes as soon as humanely possible.

  “Come, let’s go have breakfast”, he smiled, taking his hand and leading him down the stairs. It was unusually difficult to trot them down, even though his legs weren’t injured. His head felt heavy on his shoulders, heavier than the rest of his body. He paid it no mind once more.

  Leo didn’t eat a lot of the French toast Marcus had made; his appetite was lacking. Marcus kept staring at him funny, and Leo really wasn’t up for his games today.

  Marcus was annoyed. He didn’t like it when Leo was being unsocial; he thought it more as him being ungrateful, being resentful and rejecting him, his owner, his boyfriend -although in the making. Taking a deep breath, he stood up, banging his fists on the wood of the table. Leo flinched, caught off guard.

  “I’ve been rough with you, I’ve hurt you, I’ve punished you and you still don’t get how you’re meant to act? What else do you want me to do, hm?” he walked towards the smaller man with loud, heavy steps, which were enough to pin him in place by now. He laughed. “Look at you. I’ve done nothing more than come near you, and you’re freezing up. You know I can hurt you. And you still choose to act like this? I feed you, I let you roam free, and all I get back is disobedience.” He reached down, grabbed Leo’s chin rather violently and smiled at him. He noticed his face was rather red. “Look at you, blushing. You’re so cute, so pretty, my sweet Leo. Don’t make me hurt you so often”.

  Leo averted his eyes. He was, most definitely, scared. But he didn’t want to be hurt, not today, not tomorrow, not ever again. He grimaced on his comment. Hearing he was pretty was getting revolting and each passing day, he hated himself in the mirror more and more.

  Marcus reached for the butter knife by Leo’s plate, while the younger wasn’t watching. Tilting his hand -and with that motion, Leo’s chin- towards his face, he leaned to plant a kiss to his forehead, smiling all the while. As Leo’s attention was diverted to the man, he jabbed the knife into the hand Leo had placed on the table. It was a swift motion, which earned him a quick reaction. Leo pulled his head away as he screamed and groaned in pain, using his other hand to remove the utensil.

  He brought his hand close to his chest, staining his gray t-shirt with blood. His body felt extremely hot now, and he was sweating. Probably from the shock of the pain, he thought amongst other thoughts of agony. “What the hell was that for?!” he yelled, tears prickling the corners of his eyes.

  “It was just to bring your attention back to me, love. See, now you’re focused only on me”.

  “Yeah, you and the pain in my hand which you fucking stabbed!”

  As he was getting angrier, he was also getting dizzier. His ears had begun ringing, as well. This wasn’t good, not at all. He took a deep breath, calming his inner voice, which was screaming at him to turn on his panic mode.

  “Let me help you patch it up, lovely”, Marcus offered, but Leo slapped his hand away.

  “I think you did enough”.

  Those were not the words Marcus wanted to hear. He grabbed him by the arm, using every bit of his strength and, basically dragged him to the front door. Leo was stumbling, his legs weren’t listening to his dazed thoughts. Hit by the heavy raindrops, Marcus brought Leo to the wooden storage by the house, and tied him to the tall, wooden pole in front of its door.

  “Stay here for a while, why don’t you, dear. It’ll be nice for you to reflect on your actions, once in a while.”

  Leo struggled at first, he always did. But today he couldn’t bring his body to cooperate with his scrambled thoughts. He was cold and weak and scared. His hand hurt, and so did his head, and his ears were buzzing and he was dizzy and suddenly, he felt like a little child again. He felt as if someone had taken his comfort blanket away from him. He was alone, in the rain, with his only savior, a sadistic serial killer who claimed to love him. This was all horrible and horrifying, and he didn’t know why he still struggled against Marcus. He knew there was no way out; he knew he couldn’t earn anything but pain by going against him. His hands were bound behind him. He couldn’t bury his face in them, so he brought his knees near his head and settled with that, for a while, as he was crying.

  He let out a shuddering sigh. He was so cold but felt so warm. It was a weird, disgusting feeling. He was shivering, though; he knew that much. He had been staring at the drifting clouds for what he thought was a few minutes now, but Marcus had come to get him, so it must have been longer than that. He unlocked his handcuffs and ordered him to get up. Leaning against the pole, Leo breathed heavily as he stood up.

  “Go on in”, Marcus ordered, not even looking at him. He passed by him and the pole and was about to unlock the storage to get some things he needed, when he felt a tug on his shirt. He turned around; looking very pleased with what he saw, he smiled. “What is it, dear?”

  Leo let out a breath. His face was bright red, his vision was dancing and Marcus kept going left and right in front of him, as if he was refusing to stay in one place. “Stay still”, he whispered to the man who was really, very much unmoving. “I’m not…”

  He didn’t manage to finish his sentence. Swaying, he fell forward, right onto Marcus’ chest. God, he felt horrible. His eyes wouldn’t open and he didn’t have the strength or the will to get himself straight, and if Marcus wasn’t in front of him, Leo knew he’d have planted himself face first into the mud. His body had now decided on a temperature, and he was downright cold. And he felt exhausted, as if he’d been running for a day or so. He just wanted to get warm and sleep. Or disappear, whichever was easier. For now, though, he couldn’t do anything but breathe heavily into Marcus’ shirt. He hated it, sure, but he didn’t see any other alternative.

  Marcus placed a hand to Leo’s forehead and let out a laugh. “My oh my, whatever am I supposed to do with you…” He picked him up and led him up to his room.

  Marcus changed Leo’s clothes, and although Leo was semi-conscious, he didn’t put up a fight, and Marcus didn’t hesitate to take advantage of the situation, sliding his hands around Leo’s torso, until he remembered that, there was a time and place for everything, and today was not it. He placed the younger man on the bed, covering him up with the blankets.

  “How are you feeling?” he asked, and Leo only groaned in return. Marcus knew. He knew Leo had had a fever since he’d kissed his forehead a few hours before. I need you to become depended of me. Forgive me for this tease, he thought and smiled at him. “I’ll go make you some warm soup. Just stay cooped up, alright, baby?”

  Leo didn’t get to eat the warm soup. He didn’t have the appetite for it but, that wasn’t the reason. As soon as Marcus left the room, he relaxed into the warmness of his bed and, although still shivering, he allowed his unconscious to take over. He needed a break from the pain, from the tiredness. He wanted out, and he was thankful to his sickness for giving him a temporary hideout.

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