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littlefreya · 3 years

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Easy Prey

Summary: Direct sequel to Jerk. Ring or not, August promised himself that he will make you his, in whatever mean possible and he kept that promise.

Pairing: August Walker x Reader (2nd person pov)

Word count: 1.6K

Warnings: 18+, dark, kidnapping, bondage, dubious consent, teasing, dirty talk, gunplay (yeah add this to the list of kinks I gave you), sweet degradation and praise.

A/N: You thought August is going to sweet talk this one, didn’t you? Surprise! This was a short drabble brought by a prompt, turned into a one-shot and then my beta @agniavateira suggested this as a sequel to Jerk before I posted. Since most of you may be in a thanksgiving dinner tomorrow, enjoy my own early b-day gift to you! Many thanks to @wondersofdreaming and @sapphirescrolls who convinced me to post this.

Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed. Your feedback is my fuel. 🖤

Easy Prey

August Walker lived his life swinging between the two sharp edges of a sword; but then, how could he not? He had to maintain a handsome prime-alpha male reputation while hiding his true cruel nature masked beneath mist and shadows.

It took everyone by surprise once it was revealed that the slick, charming agent was a vicious, Armani-wearing monster. A hard-to-swallow pill for most, but these two diverse entities were always one and the same:

August Walker was John Lark the way darkness followed light.

And how unfortunate it was of you to be lured into the spider’s web, stunned by the beauty of the pearly silk; you’ve gotten too close and had your limbs caught in the sticky threads. Now captured, you’ve earned yourself a taste of August’s sweet toxin yourself.

Fear wasn’t even close to the sensation that was gnawing in your gut.

The suite was cosy; a sleepy fire crackled in the mantle, shy beams of maple light kissed your bare breasts while you laid upon the softest pillows. It felt like a sinister joke compared to the ropes charring the supple flesh of your wrists. August had you stripped of any remnants of protection of course, save for the little jewellery circling your finger which he eyed with a blank stare that screamed in its contained silence.

Fully clothed, he stood at the fore of the bed, wearing a blue three-piece suit as if he was attending a royal wedding. A magnum was clutched in his right hand and a dagger in the other. The calmness and elegance of his appearance only made you arch and grunt in your fruitless attempts to set yourself free.

“Ropes too tight, angel?” He hummed, his voice so pleasant it felt like your lungs were floating in a void. His crystal-pale gaze dawdled upon you, invading beneath the skin, penetrating the warm crease between your legs which you fought to keep shut.

He felt it, or maybe even smelled the arousal that wafted at his direction and chanted his name.

“I’d save my strength if I were you. We’ve already proven that no one can hear your screams and we have a long night ahead of us.”

His words covered the bones of your spine with a thick layer of frost and in your searing throat, a bitter substance reemerged. Screwing your eyes shut, you wished more than anything for this to be a nightmare; but every time the binds twisted about your hands, you remembered the dreadful meaning behind the pain.

It was there to remind you of the harsh slap that was reality.

August tilted his head, a smile beginning to spread from each corner of his mouth: all pleasant and charming as if this was nothing but a couple’s naughty getaway.

“You can’t wake up from this, this is not a dream… or a nightmare, depends on your disobedience,” he assured, boding a sudden hollow in your chest. “Now, which one do you prefer? The knife or the gun?”

“Fuck you!”

Defiant, you gathered yourself to scream a trembling cry, sending your legs to kick the mattress in a hopeless fight. Only it made things worse as August was able to spot the little dew-kissed orchid between your legs, glistening-wet with invitation.

Flicking a tongue over his upper lip, he crept close. His broad shoulders strained, his posture that of an elegant predator; as you saw the large outlines of his heavy cock stretching his navy-blue trousers, even hatred and horror couldn’t mask the pang of need that shot through your core.

Despite the panic, the traitorous instinct of life whispered of undisclosed, primal lust. You wished so badly you could fight or hide it, but alas there was no hiding from August. He could sense it, see it, and even taste it on his wicked tongue.

“Gun then,” he answered and slid the knife back into the holster in his belt.

Your breath hitched as the mattress dipped beneath his weight, and you watched paralysed as he aimed the gun between your legs. Strong tremors coursed along your skin and your knees buckled and wobbled as the cold metal touched you; and yet, in that very moment, you did the impossible and moaned.

“Has it been that long since you had a dick inside you?” August observed with a vicious grin crisping his lips. It made his moustache twitch almost comically.

“Don’t worry sweet angel, we’ll fix that soon.”

Pushing the gun between your kneecaps, he forced them open and ran the barrel feverishly down your inner thighs. The metal was freezing against your flesh, eliciting little tingles to spiral beneath the tender brush. Gasping, you looked away from him ashamed. You were terrified, not just of him, but from how much the wanton centre of your sex clenched from his ministrations.

You were bound and kidnapped by a dangerous man, and yet in your mind played the sick fantasies of him unbuckling his belt and giving you his full girth hard and wild.

“You will soon have me in every hole,” August continued with a promise on his honeyed lips while lowering the brim of the weapon perilously close to your radiating heat and toying with the sensitive area teasingly. “I will make it hurt real bad, you’ll feel me there for days if not more,” he hummed and swerved the barrel between your engorged lips.

“Please!” You gasped and writhed away slightly, tugging on the binds that began chafing your delicate skin. August raised his glare to meet your pleading eyes and leaned forward, his shadow looming over you entirely. Reaching one hand to your nape, he clutched you forcefully while his icy glare pierced right through your skull.

Slow and sensual he began to run the gun between your soft petals, gingerly grazing the hard shaft at the plump peak of flesh that made you cry out with both pleasure and despair.

“Aww...” He keened and groaned. Never stopping his coaxing of your cunt with the still object, his breath huffed hot upon your cheek as he rounded his beautiful lips in faux pity. “Poor helpless little butterfly.”

Crying and dazed, you stared directly into his eyes. Words of plea kept running caged inside your head, unable to make their way out while you watched August’s large shoulder move back and forth. The movement resulting in the unwanted pleasure. Back and forth, he stroked you, gradually increasing the pace, and not without style even. Ruthless, August was keen on making you come.

You weren’t even sure what it was that you begged for at that point.

Grunts and sobs escaped your throat unwillingly. You squirmed and pushed against it, your body craving for more: not just for the rough friction that tingled at your cunt but also at the large bulge visible at his groin. The more rapture began to creep through your flowing tendons, the further you sank into delirium, wondering how he would feel like buried deep between your tight walls, fucking you the way only someone who has no boundaries would.

“Fuck!” You screamed, grinding against the metal while August leaned even closer and kissed the corner of your mouth before groaning and moaning at your lips. His hand worked hard between your thighs, the cold barrel now warm, the hollow edge coated with your elixir.

The wall of your protests crumbled as the simmering surge of climax began pushing itself down your belly, leaving you teetering between self-loathing and ecstasy.

“That’s right my beautiful butterfly, I’ll pluck your wings,” August promised in a husky whisper, watching you as you coiled and cried louder, your walls convulsing tightly around a sad, empty space as you came. If only you didn’t wish it was August choked between them instead.

As you slumped down, sweaty and breathless, he drawled a growl of content and slowly withdrew the gun to hold it next to your shivering face.

“I swear, Sloan’s assistants keep getting sluttier every year; the last one I fucked had a thing for me choking her,” he mocked while grazing the wet barrel against your cheek, “do you think you’d be into that too, sweetling? My hand around your throat?”

Rounding your eyes in utter fear, you swallowed the dryness in your throat. August sighed with a malicious little grin while twisted awe danced between the blue, sparkling sapphires that examined you ecstatically, so fascinated by how easily he managed to break and bend you to his will.

Still holding the neck of the gun pressed next to your cheek, he reached the other hand above your head. A part of you was relieved for a moment, thinking he was about to untie the bind.

But your hope quickly died as you felt his fingers rolling the ring that decorated your finger.

The diamond reflected onto the deep blue of his eyes as he examined it closely before throwing it directly into the fireplace.

“No!” You cried out brokenly, as the last memory of your old life disappeared in flames.

“Save your tears beautiful,” August retorted, his voice once again so soft it chilled your very core. He shifted his entire weight between your straddled thighs, and leaned in to kiss the wetness below your eye, “you won’t be needing it anymore.”

His tongue slipped out to collect the briny liquid that gathered on your cheek, and another hum of delight rumbled in his chest as his covered cock unmistakably ground against your mound, “I am your man from now on, might as well accept it and let me do whatever I want.”

Shivering under him, you took a deep breath, your body already swaying in demand as you felt him throbbing beneath the soft fabric of his pants. To your own horror, your head fell into a slow nod of shameful consent.

It wasn’t just August you were afraid of, but also for yourself.

#henry cavill #August Walker #august walker x reader #henry cavill x reader #august walker fanfiction #august walker x you #dark!fanfiction

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yutahoes · 3 years

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pairing : dad! Yuta Nakamoto x mom! reader, Shiho, Shinichi

word count : 2.5k words

genre : fluff, a little dramatic, slightly suggestive

summary : Being a mom is hard. Being a mom on a period is harder.

a/n : I suck at summaries. 🤦‍♀️ This is originally titled Emotions in my WIP but decided a last minute switch. Posting this as apology for not being active in Tumblr. A lot of things had to be done. Please enjoy this small domestic scenario.

It was that time of the month again. Blood. Cramps. Annoying hormones. You thought having kids would lessen the painful menstrual cramps but if possible, it just worsens it.

Additional to the pain is the fact that you have to cook dinner for your two kids and your husband who was going home after a long day of work. A loud cry can be heard from the living room that made you sigh. Shin. "Noona, can you make Shinichi stop crying?" You asked from the kitchen, putting the curry mix in the pot. But the cries got louder and you can hear your daughter grunting.

"This is mine. This is my rabbit." Shiho shouted, taking away the pink rabbit doll from her brother's grasp. Shin kept on crying, tightly holding on.

You sighed. "Noona, can you just let Shin borrow your doll?" You asked, trying your best to be calm. "You have lots of toys already." You gestured at the lego blocks and tea sets scattered on the floor of your living room.

"But this is mine!" She shouted.

"I know, just let Shin borrow it for…" A loud rip can be heard, the doll's rabbit ear was on Shiho's hand as she fell on the carpeted floor. The rest of the body in your son's arms as he stopped crying to look at his sister crying on the floor. "Shiho please, stop crying. We'll get your rabbit…"

She hastily wiped her tears, standing up and throwing the ripped rabbit ear on the floor. "I hate you and Shin!" The statement took you in surprise. You've never seen her like this before. "I wish Shin wasn't born! I love daddy more than you. I hate you!"

"Shiho Nakamoto!" You said in a rather loud voice. She looked startled that you regretted calling her in that tone. You just wanted to cry at the moment and the pain in your abdomen isn't even helping at all. A loud sizzle can be heard from the kitchen as a smell of burning food filled the house. Shit! The food. "I'll be right back, stay where you are."

You turned around from her and hurriedly went to the kitchen to turn off the stove. You even burned yourself and even bumped on the counter because of panic when you heard a loud slam of the door followed by muffled cries. You had to groan as you put the pot under the running water.

You're not feeling well. You ruined dinner. You ruined Shiho's favorite toy. And your daughter hates you and her brother now. Great, Y/N, just great!

You heard the door open, followed by your husband saying the words, 'I'm home.' You were just leaning by the kitchen sink, taking it all in. Calm down, Y/N. You're just sensitive because of your period. "What happened?" Yuta asked as he picked up the toys scattered on the floor. He was carrying Shin in his arms, lightly rocking him.

"Can you please calm Shiho down first?" He lightly glanced at the closed door of your daughter's room, asking you what happened. You didn't answer him, instead took Shin in your arms then gestured to the door.

A sigh escaped your lips as Yuta disappeared inside the room. He's the only one who can calm her down anyways.

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The moment Yuta entered Shiho's room, he saw how her body was heaving up and down from her bed. She was crying, something did happen. "Shiho." He called softly, sitting on the edge of her bed. "Baby, what's wrong?"

She immediately hugged him, crying on his shoulders. Although Shiho is already seven, he can still see the little girl in her when she cries in his arms. And he wished she could still be his little girl even if years passed. "Daddy, I'm scared." She does look scared. Yuta asked why and the answer surprised him, "I hurt mommy. I said mean words to her and when she turned around, her skirt was bleeding."

Oh, Yuta thought, it's that time of the month again. "You said mean words to mommy?"

Shiho sat on his lap, nodding while wiping her tears. "I told her I hate her and Shin."

"Do you hate mommy and Shin?" Shiho shook her head. "Then why did you say those things?"

"I'm angry." She said with a pout and Yuta listened attentively to her. "Mommy told me to share my rabbit with Shin but I don't want to. I always share everything with him, my toys, my food, Cinderella, you, and mommy. Pinky is the only one I have left." Yuta smiled, why is she so cute ranting like this? "Now, Pinky is broken and I just got angry."

The older sighed. "We'll get Pinky fixed, hmm?" Shiho nodded. "About you sharing everything with Shin, I'll apologize on behalf of mommy, daddy, and Shin. We thought it was alright, you are the older sister." Yuta explained as she stared at him. "We thought since Shin is still a baby, you can share your toys with him. When he grows up, we can teach him how to share his stuff with you."

"For now, we just want you to take care of Shin since he's still a baby. But you know, honey, when you both grow up Shin will be the one taking care of you." The girl just stared at him, still pouting and as if thinking deeply. Yuta smiled, she really does resemble you. “Mommy and I both love you equally, Shin just needed some more attention from mommy right now and I hope you understand that.”

“But daddy, I still hurt mommy.” She whined. “My teacher said that if you say something mean you’ll hurt the person inside. Maybe mommy is bleeding because of what I said. Do you think she’s hurt? Should we bring her to the doctors?”

Yuta chuckled at that. He didn’t know that he’ll have this conversation when she’s just seven years old. More importantly, he always envisioned this as you explain these things to your daughter, not him. “Well, mommy gets sick once a month. Blood comes out of her and she’s a little sensitive. It’s a normal thing for girls.”

“What happens when they don’t bleed every month?”

He hummed, thinking for a while. Is he right in explaining this? “They must be pregnant.”

A gasp escaped Shiho’s lips. “Daddy…” she called worriedly. “I’m pregnant.”

Yuta laughed at that. She’s so cute. “No, honey, it happens when you’re older. Right now, you don’t have it yet.” He explained while giggling. “When the time comes, mommy is going to help you and I’m going to lock you in our tower.”

“Why?”

“So you’ll have to bleed every month.” Yuta grinned as if proud of what he said but Shiho just stared at him curiously. The older kissed the top of the younger’s head. “Should we check if mommy is alright?”

The young girl shook her head. “I’m still scared. What if she’s still mad?”

Yuta smiled. “I’ll talk to mommy first. Can you help me clean up your toys outside?” The younger nodded. “Thank you, baby.” Her eyes glistened at that making him smile wider.

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You were stitching the ear of Shiho’s doll when Yuta came into your shared bedroom. He’s still in his work clothes and you feel bad that he had to deal with this drama the moment he came inside the house. “How are you feeling?” he asked so you stared at him curiously. “Your menstruation came early today.” He whispered while placing a kiss on the side of your head. He wrapped his arms around you, leaning his head on your shoulder as he back hugged you. “Shiho was so scared that you’re bleeding because of her.”

Wait, you thought, Shiho saw? “How is she?”

“She’s really your daughter, no doubt.” You had to glare at Yuta because of that but he chuckled. “Don’t worry, she already calmed down.” You nodded. No one can calm down Shiho but Yuta so you’re thankful that he came home at the right moment.

“I’m sorry about dinner. Can we just order some food?”

He smiled, nodding, as he hugged you tight. “I’m sorry.” What for? “This must be stressing you out. I’ll try to take more days off to help around the house.” He knew he doesn’t need to do that but you’re thankful. He nuzzled his head on your neck, making you smile. Yuta being this clingy is something that isn’t new to you. He was like this when he asked you to marry him and when he asked permission to have a child with him. “I love you. You are the best thing that happened to my life, Y/N. I can’t imagine having a life without you.”

“Do you need something?”

Yuta giggled. “First, you’re on your period. Second, having two kids is tiring already. So no, love, I just want to cuddle my wife and tell her how much I love her.” You smiled. You do love it when Yuta is being like this. But all things must come to an end and that is when Shin cried. “I’ll take care of Shin.” He said then kissed your cheek, “Should I prepare a warm bath for you?”

You shook your head, saying that you’ll take care of it. “I’ll order food and clean outside. Take some rest.”

“Thank you, Yuta.”

He shook his head, smiling at you. “Thank you, Y/N.”

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You had your bath, cleaned yourself up, and even prepared for bed. A knock on the door can be heard followed by your husband’s voice asking if he can enter and you nodded. He opened the door, your youngest child in his arms while the oldest shyly entered the room while holding a food tray. You helped her with the heavy object and she thanked you quietly.

Yuta sat on the other edge of the bed, rocking Shin who was nibbling a breadstick. He gave Shiho a look before the younger girl spoke up, “I’m sorry for shouting at you mommy. I’m just angry. I’m sorry.” Tears were welling up in her eyes and it broke your heart seeing that. “I still love you and Shin very much.”

“Come here.” You opened your arms as she went up to the bed and hugged you. “I’m sorry for shouting as well.” This is also your fault. She’s still young, not fully understanding things, yet you as an adult had to overreact. You should have explained everything to her calmly, not join her in her tantrums. Your daughter deserved better than you getting mad at the small things. “I’m sorry you had to cry.”

“I won’t do it again, I promise.” She said in a soft voice. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

You kissed the top of her head, holding her in your arms and caressing her hair. “I don’t want you hurt as well so if mommy or daddy did something wrong or upset you, you can be mad at us. You can shout, you can cry, you can be scared. It’s normal, baby.”

“I missed you calling me baby.” She snuggled on your chest that startled you. Yuta laughed, watching the two of you. “You always call me noona. I thought you don’t love me anymore.”

It's now your turn to laugh at that. "I want Shin to hear the word noona so he can call you that easily." You explained as she exclaimed in awe, even Yuta looked surprised at what you said. "How can I not love you when you're my favorite girl in the world?" She giggled when you peppered her cheeks with kisses.

"Then who is your favorite boy in the world?" She asked innocently and you answered Mark's name in a teasing tone. "Mark samchon is also my favorite."

"Come on Shin, we're not needed here," Yuta claimed which made you laugh. Shin had to cry, struggling to get out of his arms. "Even Shin doesn't want me." He pouted and it was Shiho who laughed, giving her dad a breadstick.

"Nana." The three of you stopped then looked at the source of the sound. Shin repeated the word 'nana' while tapping Shiho's leg, asking for breadsticks. Yuta was quick on his feet, getting the polaroid camera.

"Did you hear that, mommy? Shin called me noona." You had to giggle at her excitement. That was the same feeling you had when they first said the word 'mama'. You heard the shutter of the camera, followed by a whirring of the photo paper. "I'll share my toys with you from now on, Shin." She whispered.

Speaking of toys, you stood up from the bed to get the pink rabbit from the drawer. You already sewed the ears of her plushie but the two were just looking at you in worry. "Mommy, does it still hurt?" She asked as you lightly glanced at your husband who mouthed ‘blood’ at you.

What? You already cleaned up. Why is your period like this? “Maybe you should get pregnant,” Shiho suggested that made you wide-eyed. Pregnant? Yuta shrugged, lying on the bed. “Daddy said it can stop you from bleeding.” Your husband laughed at that.

“Honey, being pregnant means having a baby in mommy’s tummy. Shin is still young, we can’t have another baby yet.” Yuta repeated the word yet that made you glare at him. “I’m fine, baby, don’t worry about me.”

Shiho nodded, smiling at the two of you then at Shin. She handed him a breadstick and he giggled, repeating the words ‘nana’ that made you smile. Yuta pulled you in his lap but you revolted. You’re bleeding. You might stain his jeans. “It’s just blood, no worries.” He whispered. “You were bleeding more when I took your virginity.” You had to lightly elbow his stomach.

Shiho was busy giving Shin some breadsticks as the younger babbled incoherent words. Yuta was feeding you and your daughter with sushi alternately when you heard her asked all of a sudden, “Then mommy, how can babies get inside mommies’ tummies?”

You had to glance at Yuta who laughed at the innocent question. God, she’s really growing up.

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wildlyglittering · 3 years

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My Gift to You

I received an anonymous request to write something about Nesta and Rhys’ relationship post ACOSF and them having a conversation. The requestor said that their relationship didn’t feel genuine enough and that they had a lot of work to do before they consider themselves brother/ sister.

I mean.... same anon. Same. The relationship was definitely not one of happy families in my eyes and personally Rhys buying Nesta gifts just felt like the cheapest way to close the lid on their ‘relationship.’

I don’t know if this is what anon wanted but I just can’t write a future where those two truly bond and get along. So this is Nesta and Rhys as I feel would be most appropriate.

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‘Brother,’ she’d called Rhys. It was not a word which drifted from her lips as easily as it did from Feyre’s when she used the term to refer to Cassian, or for Cassian himself when he spoke of his kin.

Brother.

There had been no time for thinking, not with the screaming and shrieking and the copper tang of blood filling her nose. Rhys was losing his mind and the healer, Madja, was next to useless, pleading with Feyre to fight death - an act as impactful as a raindrop at the bottom of the ocean.

If fighting death were easy, everyone would win.

Nesta knew if you needed to beg for a life, you needed to beg to what could heed you.

The memory of what transpired for Nesta, when she stepped from one form into another, had faded over time like some strange fever dream.

There had been a presence swimming next to her, a shark with a sharp fin and razor teeth, twisting and arching, waiting to tear from her what she had torn out first. But something else was with her, someone else, with a golden light to illuminate Nesta’s way.

Something given and something gained. Those were the thoughts floating in her mind once she’d been present again.

Nesta sought out the opening of Feyre’s eyes, desperately listened for a new-born’s wail and thankfully, she received both.

Afterwards, in the calm, long after she’d embraced Rhys, Nesta wondered what she had meant by that word - brother.

Even as she cradled Nyx’s delicate head in the nook of her arm, stroking the tufts of downy black hair, she didn’t think of him as someone she shared with Rhys. No, despite the hair and sleepy violet eyes, he was someone Nesta shared with Feyre.

Sister. That was a stronger word.

The first infant Nesta ever held was Feyre. She remembered a scrunched up red face peeking behind a blanket as her new baby sister was placed in her arms while a toddler Elain sobbed in the background, upset at not being baby anymore.

I already have one of these.

That was her first thought, her first memory of Feyre.

“Look”, someone had said as Feyre opened her eyes, “they’re the same as yours, Nesta. The very same.”

For a long time, that’s all they had in common. The gift of the same eyes.

Perhaps Nesta had called Rhys brother because in that moment he was. He was her mirror counterpart, not a piece of her heart or soul the way Feyre, Elain and Cassian were but something prominent nonetheless. A shard of glass slicing into each other’s bones that they just couldn’t pull out.

Thank you, he’d said and she wanted to tell him not to say those words. She didn’t do anything requiring praise, she did what she did for the love of her sister and her sister’s child.

Do not thank me for my very nature.

They drifted into an uneasy peace. A gulf remained between Nesta and Elain which Nesta had no energy to remedy, but a bridge had been built between Nesta and Feyre and the connection was one Nesta strengthened as much as possible.

Nesta walked with Feyre around her gardens, joined at dinners and was polite and nodded and minded her manners and, when she had enough, she would return to the House of Wind and let Cassian love her.

As time passed, so did Nesta’s thoughts of Rhys as a brother.

Once again, he became her sister’s mate, her mate’s friend, her nephew’s father. Once again, he became High Lord. Ruler. Overseer.

Months after Nyx’s birth, Rhys and Feyre attended Winter to visit Viviane who had recently birthed her first child - a girl and rumours had followed of secret meetings between the High Lords. Rhys had purchased numerous furs; thick, luxurious pelts in sable, fawn and silver and sent them Nesta’s way.

“I don’t want these things he gives me,” she told Cassian soon after, standing in a room filled with Rhys’ tokens.

“The furs aren’t too bad,” Cassian replied. “They make the floor more comfortable,” he said, his mouth hot on her neck.

She allowed him to distract her but at night while Cassian slept, she walked around the House, grazing objects with her fingertips and glared at the ones which seemed to shimmer too bright, too long. The House itself rippled with unease.

“They’re all junk,” Nesta said to the darkened hallways. “Jewels and silks and throw cushions.”

Feyre and Rhys had told her once, not long ago, how embarrassed they were at the quantity of their money she’d spent on her path towards destruction. Her pulse jumped underneath her skin at the memory.

There had been no love for her life back then, no begging and pleading to a higher power. No, it had been their love for their finances, their concern for their reputation, their lack of control over Nesta which spiralled into entrapment.

Die, she’d heard. Just do so cheaply and in the dark.

Although the word ‘brother’ faded from her mind, Nesta let her animosity go with it. She had the sweetness of her nephew to immerse herself in and she marvelled at the smile on his gummy mouth and the way he wriggled across the floor on his belly towards her, perfect black wings tucked against his body.

One day he would use them to soar the skies and his freedom, his life, was the best gift Nesta had ever received.

His life was the best gift Nesta would ever give.

Nyx was shy of a year old when the whispers started. One day they didn’t exist and the next – they did. They held a metallic quality as though they being spoken through the clang of steel on steel.

High King.

One night, while Cassian rested on the furs, naked and sated, she trailed her fingertips up his knee, up his thigh to where his flesh lay, warm and re-hardening.

“Tell me,” she said, circling a finger around the tip, “what did Rhys speak to Kallias about all those months ago?”

Cassian exhaled a long breath. “Rhys wants Kallias to accept him as ruler.”

“Of the Night Court?”

“No, he – ah, don’t stop – of Prythian.”

“And what was their arrangement? How could Rhys obtain Kallias’ agreement?”

Cassian’s gasps filled her ears. “Through Nyx,” he forced out, “a promise he would marry Kallias’ daughter.”

After that she listened more to what the clanging whispers told her across the breeze, to what the House told her, to what she heard outside closed doors in Rhys’ home on visits to her sister.

Nesta was as serene as the Mother herself when she drifted to Rhys’ study and lingered by the locked door where he and Amren held counsel.

“They are the same as before, inert and useless.”

“Get her to the blacksmith, boy.”

“Her ability is gone.”

“Possibly, but test her to be sure. If she forges a hundred thousand swords then at least one might be Made.”

“She won’t do it.”

“Ban her from seeing the child until she does. She’ll forge then.”

Nesta closed her eyes, clenching her fists until her nails dug into her palms and blood trickled through her knuckles.

For a moment Nesta became a blade, sharp and dangerous, mounted on a wall and viewing Rhys and Amren from a height. The shadows danced from the lit hearth onto Rhys making his face sunken and hollow. For the first time, Rhys looked every inch the ancient creature he was.

Amren walked to the blade that was Ataraxia, that was Nesta, her silver eyes reflected in the shining metal, a palm splayed outwards with the reverence a worshipper showed their god.

“Turns out she wasn’t a pathetic waste of life after all.”

From then on Nesta would listen to what the blades told her.

Rhys took them from their mounts and held them, caressed them as he should his sleeping mate, his violet eyes passing from hilt to blade tip as his pupils grew fat with want.

They spoke to him but they didn’t listen and Rhys struggled with the push and pull every time he lifted a blade from the wall.

He practiced with them in the safety of his study but the blades were too heavy and made him clumsy, leaving the usually graceful High Lord stumbling over his feet. A ripple spread through the metal almost as though the sword were laughing.

We are no advantage to him, the whispers told her and Nesta knew they were infused with the anger she held towards Rhys when she Made them. Now, they said, now he believes himself your brother and he would like a new gift.

Instead that was what she asked him for, next time she was at his home.

“Hello, sister,” and his smile was akin to a wolf’s as it waited in the field for lambs.

“Rhys.”

He agreed vigorously to her request before she even named her price. Maybe Rhys thought he could eventually turn the bee itself into honey.

“I’ve given some thought,” she said, “and I’d like something back. Eris has the dagger but you have two swords remaining in your possession. Keep the small one but Ataraxia, I would like her to be mine. I will never ask anything else from you.”

The smile on his face froze into place as though he’d gone into the depths of Winter and been lost.

Though the blade wasn’t his, he didn’t want it to be hers.

“I don’t think so,” his voice soft. “What if someone tries to take advantage of you and steals the sword away?”

“I’d destroy it first.” However much the thought pained her, Ataraxia’s destruction had been considered - a gift to the other High Lords, one they would never know they’d received.

Rhys shook his head, his eyes dark. “No,” he said, “I need them.” Despite their resistance they were the only Made weapons in his hold.

“Why?”

He said nothing.

Nesta’s lip curled into a sneer. “To be High King, Rhys?”

He glowered at her.

“You know you’re starting a war among incredibly powerful High Lords?”

“I’m the most powerful.”

“There are more of them, they will combine their powers.”

“I have allies.”

“You have enemies.”

“I have friends.”

Nesta sighed and looked to the two swords, the metal glinting as though caught by firelight although the fire was unlit. Her name was murmured, the rasp of metal on metal.

“They’re your friends now but you’re demanding they give up their people, their lands and heritage to you and for what? Why would they do that willingly?”

She turned away from him and stood before the mounted blades. Her reflection was as clear as though they were mirrors, as was Rhys’ behind her, a dark mist forming over his skin.

“This is a war your son will likely reach adulthood in,” she continued, “do you want that for him?”

“I’m doing this for him,” Rhys spat, “you’re no mother, you wouldn’t understand. This is his legacy. My gift to him.”

A calm transcended over Nesta, as though she were wading through the clear waters of a pool, a loving hand on her back reminding her of their presence.

“Your gift to him should be allowing him to live his life. To allow him to care for the people of the Night Court, to give him the chance to fall in love and choose a partner of his own calling.”

“You don’t understand,” Rhys said again, “you had power for mere months and you think you’re the authority of giving it up. It’s a choice you wouldn’t have made if you understood what powerlessness meant.”

Once, when she wore another body, she could count the ribs underneath her skin by tracing them with her fingertips.

Once, in that same body, a man had pressed himself against her, his tongue forced into her mouth.

Once, Fae had ripped away her bedsheet and dragged her from her bed while Elain’s screams echoed in the dark hallway. She had drowned in the depths of the Cauldron, she’d watched her father’s blood spray across the grass, and she’d been dragged from her bed once more to be drugged and bound with her new body useless.

“If you say so.”

Nesta repeated Amren’s actions and traced her finger against the blade, Ataraxia shivered as though Nesta were running a finger down the spine of a lover. The sword moved, almost imperceptibly, but Nesta saw and wondered if Rhys did.

She’d bargained for the lives of his mate and son and yet Rhys wasn’t satisfied. Nesta was his mirror and so he gave her gifts believing she would want them as much as he did, because he continually sought out tokens to keep. He believed she would never be satisfied because he never was.

Nesta left, leaving him with the blades. They would be no benefit for him anyway and it wouldn’t be long before Ataraxia came back to her. Nesta understood now that Ataraxia had been her gift to herself.

All gone now, the Inner Circle assumed. After saving Feyre’s life, Nesta’s gift from the Cauldron is exhausted.

Lies, she thought as she walked the paths of Velaris to head home. All lies. The Cauldron had never gifted Nesta with anything. Everything she held had been stolen, ripped from something that never intended her to have it.

The sky was black, the fae lights of the taverns and restaurants glowing amber against the pitch and the happy chatter of the city revellers emerged from behind doors. All these fae living their lives as best they could, trusting in the protection of their High Lord.

They weren’t the same, her and Rhys, they were mirrored on the surface only.

Yes, they both stole power from those who never intended to gift it but she would die for those she loved while Rhys would kill for them.

The cold air was sharp and drew Nesta’s thoughts from the corners of her mind like a knife drew blood when sliced against skin. She drew her cloak around her shoulders and wrapped her arms around her middle.

There had been screaming and blood and Nesta’s pleas. There had been the dark slithering laughter of something taking something back. But there had also been the warmth of a hand, ethereal and eternal on her back and a golden magic which poured into Nesta until it overflowed.

Daughter.

The Mother had welcomed Nesta and received her gift with open arms, re-gifting to her in return.

Death transmuted into life. Quieter but no less powerful. No less valuable in the future to come.

This is yours, Nesta was told, and will remain so until the end. This is my gift to you.

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makowo · 3 years

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Forever Deep Below Creation

This is still a work in progress, but due to my lack of posted writing in the past 3 months, I thought I'd give a sneak peek at the beginning of the fic.

Warnings: None

Characters: Naegi Makoto, Kirigiri Kyoko

Relationships: Kirigiri Kyoko/Naegi Makoto

Words: 3k

It’s another warm night in the woods. Cicadas cast their calls to the air, and while some creatures tuck into their nests and dens, others rise to greet the darkened sky. Wing and hooves and fingers and claws grazing the sky, Brushing against the stars and cupping the face of the moon.

And here Makoto is, prepping dinner in the cottage he calls a home. His home. Their home.

He pulls out a knife from the block by the counter just as he hears the front door’s lock click. He can almost feel the burst of warm night air flooding their living room, though it is little to the warmth of the stove as it works to bring water to a boil.

He blinks, dropping his focus to turn towards his wife with a grin. “Welcome home honey!”

“Honey?” Kyoko echos, placing her bag on the coffee table. She leaves her holstered gun beside it, walking into the kitchen to check on him. “It’s unusual for you to use pet names.”

“Only if I wanna tease you.” He chuckles, and she does it right back. “Unless you prefer stuff like “babe” or “sweetheart”?”

Arms wrap around his waist, Kyoko resting her chin on his shoulder. “What’s for dinner tonight?”

She avoids the question, and he saves that tidbit of info for later. Avoidance is not a no, after all. “Yakisoba.” He nudges the noodles around with a spoon, half-focused on it as he leans back against his wife. “Thought it might be good to have something quick tonight, y’know?”

Kyoko merely hums, burying her face into the crook of his neck. “Shouldn’t you turn up the AC? You’re cold.”

“Means I can cuddle up to you to stay warm tonight though.”

“As if I’ll let you do that.” She scoffs. He can feel her smile against his skin.

“Ohh?” He goes through the motions of prepping their dinner, Kyoko stumbling along with his hasty steps with a steadfast grip. “And how are you gonna stop it?” Even if they’re on opposite ends of the bed, they always wake up with one clinging to the other. Hard not to cuddle.

She takes a minute to ruminate on it, before managing an answer. “Heater. Right between us.”

Makoto laughs. “Won’t that burn?”

“If it keeps your ice hands from touching me at 2 in the morning, then ‘m fine.”

His whine of objection couldn’t be more fake. “That’s mean.” He quickly nabs the pair of bowls set aside early on, tracing the grooves of their rims with his thumbs as he sets them out side by side. “You’re mean.”

Finally, he’s released from his lavender-scented prison as Kyoko reaches for one of the bowls, unsubtly nudging him in an attempt to get him out of the way. He stays still however, nudging her right back. “It’s still hot, Kiri-san! Gotta let it sit for a bit.” He warns with a frown.

“It can sit for a bit in my bowl.” She replies deadpan, still urging him away. And he relents, because it isn’t that big of a deal anyway but he doesn’t want to watch Kyoko burn her mouth while trying to eat again. Or just forget about it while she works.

“Then eat with me in the living room.” Makoto grabs his own bowl, getting what yakisoba she leaves behind in the pan. “And after it, we go straight to bed.” He’s not risking his work going to waste, after all.

Even with these tough terms he’s set up, Kyoko lazily nods, most likely due to still suffering from sleep deprivation. Maybe she’ll decline when she’s woken up a bit, maybe she won’t. Makoto decides to settle down on the couch and put on a movie that might distract her from it anyway.

It’s more background noise than anything, though; something about an escape room? Pretty sure he put on a sequel movie too, which turns their interest only to one another. Not that he minds.

“Would you like to go on a trip sometime in the next month?”

“Mmh, yeah?” He replies through a mouthful of food, quickly swallowing it before continuing. “What case has you going out of the country this time?” It’s not odd for Kyoko to ask if he wants to travel with her if she knows it’ll take too long for Makoto to bear.

She shakes her head, taking a bite of her food before answering. “I mean as a vacation, actually?” She replies with a tone implying that she’s questioning her own words already.

“Vacation?” He can’t help but echo, because… well, Kyoko never takes vacations! He can imagine she has a lot of days saved up because of that, but it never seems like she plans to put them to use other than for emergencies. Guess he read her wrong on that part, even if this is the first time she’s planning a legitimate vacation herself in the four years she’s been working as a detective again.

“Is it a bad time?”

“No, no!” Makoto shakes his head, not daring to let this slip by. “I’d love a vacation! It’d be nice to get out of the house.” He doesn’t really have much going on anyway, since the whole school idea didn’t really pan out. He’s just a stay at home husband now, and since Kyoko still makes enough money to support them both, he’s not actively seeking a job right now. Thus, he’s perfectly free.

Kyoko smiles. “Good. I’ve made sure to go ahead and clear up a week for ourselves, but I need to know what you might want to do.” She glances at him curiously, before quickly adding on. “Preferably not something that’s outside of Japan, I’d have trouble paying for that right now.”

Well that’s a no brainer for him, but it does narrow down his options significantly, which he happens to be thankful for. “Do you have anything in mind?” For a fleeting moment, Makoto recalls his dinner, taking a bite of it before he looks away from it and thus forgets it even exists. “I’m gonna be honest, I don’t really have anything in mind…” Never been one to aspire for once-in-a-lifetime thrills, like skydiving or something. He’d be happy just lounging at home the whole week, despite his earlier comment.

“I thought we could go to a nearby city then, and go sight-seeing.” Kyoko spares a glance towards the movie playing, before interest in it is once again immediately lost “Maybe in Seoul? There’s a large cave system there as well, and they’re open to caving this time of year.”

“Hm?” Makoto tries to recall what exactly that is, but he’s drawing blanks. “What’s that?”

“Well, Seoul is-”

“I know what Seoul is.” Makoto deadpans, though completely understands why she thought that was what he was talking about. He’s not the most educated person, what with the whole memory loss thing. “”I mean caving! I’ve never, uh, heard of that.”

“Ah.” Kyoko nods, setting down her bowl on the coffee table. “Apologies. It is rather self-explanatory however; we just go and explore a cave system with a small group.” She shrugs, stifling a yawn. “I thought it might be fun to do something like that together. It’s rare for a person to do, wouldn’t be too dangerous, and we’d be together the whole time.”

That does sound pretty cool, he’ll admit. He’s never really gone into a cave before, if he excludes the ones that they’d have to hide in during… ah, well, it’d just be nice. Doing something kind of thrilling. He imagines it’s thrilling, at least.

“I think it’d be fun!” He finally chirps, leaning over to rest his head on Kyoko’s shoulder. “It’s been a while since we’ve done something together, I’m sure it’d be a good time for us both.” And he’s pretty sure they don’t have any trauma tied to caves, which is a definite plus! Unless they count claustrophobia? Neither of them have shown signs of that though, so they’ll hopefully be fine. Hopefully.

As if she were able to sense his worry (which he doesn’t doubt that she can), Kyoko places a hand on his leg, stopping its worried bouncing. He hadn’t even noticed it doing that. “Are you sure?” She asks lightly, brow furrowed with worry. “”It can be dangerous, you know. There’s only so much a tour guide can do to make naturally made caves safe to enter.”

Makoto frowns, now actually worried. “Then why would you recommend it?” He asks, very quietly.

Kyoko takes a while to respond. In fact, she doesn’t respond until she’s actually finished her dinner, as well as his. It was getting cold so he may as well let her have it. “Do some looking, and if you have a better idea, tell me.” And then she heads to bed, because that’s just. A perfectly fine way of ending a conversation.

Makoto trudges on after her after about an hour of thinking (mostly lack thereof, with the television being such a terribly convenient and easy distraction) on the couch. Unlike most nights though, where the room is pitch black, her back turned from the door so as to not catch the stray rays of lights that he’s forgotten to turn off, it’s… actually still pitch black in there. But after a moment of letting his eyes adjust, he catches Kyoko’s alarmingly bright gaze cutting through the gloom.

“Can’t sleep?” He mutters as he stumbles through the dark, going off of his recollection of the room’s layout, reduced to something of barely any use through the haze of sleepiness tugging at his being.

“I can.” She replies slowly, watching him not unlike how a cat would watch their owner. Not that she or their relationship in general compares to that; she just has that… “look”. Like she knows everything. “Was just waiting for you to come to bed.”

If he’s being honest, it’s kind of exciting. It’s the look she gives when her interest is upon him entirely, something that earns a flattered blush every time. “Thank you then.” He chirps, before crawling into bed like a lizard wriggling beneath the warm sands of a desert, except much less gracefully.

He almost expects nothing to happen, oddly enough. He should have known Kyoko was waiting for a reason.

A warmth presses up against his back, and a hum against his ear. “Don’t have to go in until noon tomorrow.” Kyoko huffs. He can just sense her smile when he shivers. “So… we could…” something presses between his legs, and teases just the right spot, “have some time to ourselves, maybe…?”

Makoto is a weak man, and especially weak for his wife. And thus, all he can do is scrounge up what remains of his energy, roll over, and let the franticness of their motions do the rest. ------------------------------------

It’s quite a hike to get to the cave they’ve been looking at. The route is safe, spacious, and short for the most part; it’s apparently a tour “good for beginners”, and while Makoto believes their caving adventures will begin and end with this one, it’s nice to know that this place doesn’t have any curveballs. Or spike-filled areas. Or tunnels one can only crawl through. Or maybe even fractures.

“Stop worrying.” Kyoko demands, his thoughts coming to a harsh stop. He manages not to be totally thrown off, following hastily after his wife as they trudge along a pebble-filled path.

He sighs when he catches up, glancing around. Just west there’s Tokyo, bustling with life, but it’s far enough only to serve as a backdrop to the hill-covered fields they’re in. They follow a path lined by thin ropes tied to sticks in the ground every other step, as despite the lack of actually dangerous areas nearby, there’s a lot of… well, area. The Tragedy changed a lot of the landscape, more so than most would believe.

Stopping his mind from wandering too far again, Makoto directs his attention ahead. They have a few other people with them, much more diverse in their body type than he assumes the average would be for much more difficult to traverse caves. They talk amongst themselves, all of them clearly going with someone they know for the trip. Ahead of them, the tour guides walk, though he can’t tell what they’re doing. He doubts it to be much at all, really.

“Are you excited?” He finally asks, careful not to speak loudly. He doesn’t want to draw much attention from their peers here, they’re lucky enough to have only garnered a few curious looks.

“Of course.” Kyoko replies, just as quiet. “I’m sorry it had to be delayed so much, cases just kept piling up.”

Makoto scoffs. “Don’t worry about it, I’m just glad you’re able to help people.” Adjusting to keep a good hold on his backpack, he reaches over to grasp Kyoko’s hand. She’s changed her gloves today. Much rougher. “Even if it’s not another year until we get a chance like this again, I’m satisfied.”

He hopes for a smile, or the most likely quirk of the lips she gives when beyond the walls of their home. He earns neither.

“I’m not.” She tightens her grip, tugging him forwards. “Come on. We’re falling behind.”

Makoto nods, silent as he follows her up the steep incline, and silent still until they come to the entrance to the cave.

He can only think of an open maw when he sees the entrance. It sits neatly above the ground, embedded into the side of the hill’s peak, moss creeping over the exposed rock. Various plants and flowers bloom from cracks in the walls he can see, reaching out towards the sunlight beyond. But as he looks upon the entrance, the teasing glimpse it shows of its surely vast depths, he can’t help but think they’re trying to escape the dark rather than gain any sunlight.

The heat must be getting to him.

“Alright everyone!” One of the guides chirps, clapping their hands to get everyone’s attention. “Let’s do a quick check to make sure everyone has what they need!”

Makoto remembers all their supplies, and part of him knows that he has everything, but anxiety urges him to check once more. Plus, he needs to actually put some of it on now. That too.

He crouches down and pulls his backpack around, trying not to focus on the cave. Instead, he mentally lists off each item as he finds it; helmet, gloves, boots, first aid kit, and a flashlight. Not much really, and he’s more than happy about that fact.

Makoto sighs, putting on each item he needs and putting away the rest. He’s careful about the gloves in particular as he puts them on; the helmet may have a light that could break if he’s not cautious, but Kyoko picked these out for him specifically before this trip. She has very strong opinions about them, and apparently these are the best pair for this sort of task that she could find. And they must be, they’re very comfortable! A perfect fit even, despite the fact that she gave them to him on the way here without any warning. He can’t imagine what they must have cost.

After checking for his caving suit and quickly realizing that he already put it on before making this trek, Makoto shoves his old shoes and socks into the back, hopping back up just as everyone else seems to be handed something.

“Now, before we head in, I want you all to get a good look at this map.” The guide says as they hand a sheet of paper to each group. “Even if this is a short trip, and we know this place like the backs of our hands, there’s a few turns here and there!”

Kyoko takes the map they’re given, Makoto peering at it from over her shoulder, having to crane his neck to get a good look. It doesn’t seem like too much, thankfully; there’s a meander or two, but none on the main path, thank the gods. He’d prefer not to have to do any crawling during this!

“It’s a straight shot, huh?” He comments absentmindedly, resting his chin on his wife’s shoulder.

She merely huffs, reaching back to thread her fingers through his hair. Despite the unsatisfying feeling of the gloves she’s wearing right now, he eagerly leans into the touch. “Yes. I’ve seen pictures of the cave as well, and it appears to not be very dangerous, unless one was actually being reckless. Should take about twenty minutes, at most.”

Makoto grins, wrapping his arms around Kyoko’s waist. She makes another sound, something like a noncommittal grunt, but doesn’t nudge him away as he expects. It’s nice. “And after this we go eat at Stellar Cafe.”

“We ate there last week.” She quickly reminds him, paying only a partial bit of attention to what those in front of them are saying. Something about the first aid kits, nothing very important.

“Too bad.” He gives her a quick peck on the cheek. “I like their food, and the service is nice.”

He can hear her stifle a laugh as she pulls away. “You like their curry. There’s perfectly good curry elsewhere.” She reaches into her own backpack, pulling out a walkie talkie. “Now get your radio out.”

“Don’t you think this is kind of overboard?” He pulls it out anyway of course, making sure his is connected to hers. “They never recommended these for caving, at least not on the sites I looked at.” Seems that most of the time people are expected to stay together anyway, if there’s more than one person at all. He’s surprised Kyoko decided to do this.

“Can’t ever be too safe.” Is all she says, before looking to the cave. “It’s time to go.”

Makoto follows her gaze, and sees the rest of the group already clambering over rocks as they enter the hole. “Ah.” He pauses, choking on nothing for a moment so fleeting he can’t even react. “Yeah.”

If he showed any hesitation, Kyoko does not acknowledge it. Instead, she walks ahead, and with heavy steps he pretends are eager, Makoto follows her into the dark.

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and that's it! quite a bit, and definitely not the best writing in the world, but im very proud of it so far! if you can then please rb this and give your thoughts, i do this for free but there's a reason i post my fics at all, which is validation <3 basically what keeps me going and able to continue writing at all, actually.

#danganronpa #makoto naegi #naegi makoto #kyoko kirigiri #kirigiri kyoko #naegiri #writing #fics #this has taken. a While #ofc this isnt the final product but this cuts off right before the horror parts start. which im very excited for #this fic has been a long time coming and im SO excited to do it <3 aaaaa

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doggernaut · 2 years

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9, 18, and 19!

From the end-of-year fic asks.

9. What’s a scene you wrote this year that you’re particularly proud of?

I spent the better half of the year writing a 45K fic that I’ll begin posting next week, and it does have a few scenes in it that I really like. But I don’t want to spoil anything!

So instead, I’ll share this scene from The Placebo Effect. I don’t know if it’s the best scene I’ve written this year, but I do like it. I had always wanted to write a big declaration of love in the middle of an argument and with this I finally got to give Bitty and Jack their When Harry Met Sally moment. I really like the whole Microplane bit in particular, which is a callback to an earlier scene in the fic.

“You can doubt me if you want, but I don’t love you because of marks that say we belong to each other. I love you because you sing in the shower and wear socks to bed because your feet get cold. I love you because you take care of me, even when I’m a grumpy asshole. Especially when I’m a grumpy asshole. I love you because you’re the bravest person I know: You had every reason to quit hockey and stop trusting me after I made that call, but you pushed through your fear and became one of the most valuable members of the team. I love you because you always save a slice of pie for me after I say I don’t want any, because you know I’m going to want it later. I love you because you dragged me to three stores because you needed this specific thing —” Jack looks at the object he’s just picked up from the counter “—what is this again?”

“It’s a Microplane,” Bitty whispers.

“You had to have this Microplane, this one, and you dragged me into three stores to find it and I loved every minute of it because it was with you. I would have gone into ten stores with you that day because it made you happy. I am madly, stupidly in love with you and it has nothing to do with some stupid soulmark and everything to do with you. And I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner but I didn’t know it myself for the longest time and—”

“Jack. Jack.” Bitty carefully steps over the shards of glass at his feet and catches Jack’s wrist in his hand. With his free hand he gently removes the Microplane and sets it back on the counter. “You’re ridiculous, you’re gonna hurt someone waving it around like that.” He chances a glance at Jack’s face. He looks absolutely wrecked.

“I love you, Bitty.”

“Oh honey, me too.” Bitty whispers. “I’ve been loving you for a long time.” It’s so absurd Bitty almost wants to laugh. For as long as he’s been in love with Jack, is this really the first time he’s said it out loud? “We’re both such fools. We could have been together—really together—this whole time if we’d just talked about our feelings.”

18. Do you have a fic that you wish received more attention?

This is a difficult question to answer because the truth is none of my fics got as much attention or engagement as they have in years past. I know a lot of that probably has to do with less interest in the fandom than in previous years, but I don’t want to make excuses because it’s also possible that I didn’t write stories that people want to read.

Having said that, I do wish Happily Ever After, After All had done better. I know that established relationship fics (especially when the characters are middle-aged) are a hard sell, but I recently reread it and I don’t think it’s bad! I wanted to write a sweet and funny fic and I think I did. I still love the idea that Bitty and Jack kind of just forgot to get married and now they’re actually doing it, and I wish it had landed bettter.

19. What was your favorite comment, or piece of feedback this year?

It wasn’t a single comment, but a lot of people who commented on never knew the best was yet to come mentioned that Bitty’s experience in the fic as a sleep deprived new parent rang really true o them. I wrote that fic right after my oldest turned 18, and the memories are still so fresh, and it was nice to connect with other parents of teenagers who feel the same way.

Thank you for these asks!

#year-end fic asks #the-lincyclopedia

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tomorrowsdrama · 3 years

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2020: A Year in Thirst

In 1985, Gabriel Garcia Marquez gave the world Love in the Time of Cholera. In 2020 (er, I guess it’s now 2021), I give to you, Thirst in the Time of Covid-19 or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Embrace the Thirst, a brief recap of all the dramas I watched in 2020 and whether such dramas made yours truly parched..

The list contains dramas that premiered in 2020, but also dramas from previous years. If I watched it or attempted to watch it in 2020, it’s on the list.

EDIT: Ok, I’m going to have to do this in multiple parts because apparently I watched more dramas in 2020 than I remembered and talking about them all in one post would just be too long.

This also serves as a sort of greeting to all the people who recently followed me. I don’t know how or why, but thank you for being interested in my thirst, and also so sorry for everything you have/will witness here! I started this side blog last December 2019 as a place to dump all my fangirl feels and thirst with unbridled abandon and let’s just say, the thirst REALLY ramped up in 2020 during quarantine and all the political chaos/uncertainty. The state of the world may be uncertain, but my thirst will always be a comforting constant! LOL. If you want to thirst or fangirl/boy together, I’m all ears.

Anyway, let’s start with the drama that was partially the inspiration for this list.

1. The Wolf

Brief Summary: Sweet hot boy raised in the wilderness/by wolves meets sweet beautiful girl and they fall in love. Shitty evil people do shitty evil things to them to cause a misunderstanding and they are separated for years. Sweet hot boy is given the “Sexy Bloody Tormented Killer Makeover” TM and turns into a VERY VERY BAD HOT Wolf Man after being tortured/brainwashed by an evil asshole king who “adopted” him. Bad Hot Wolf Man reunites with sweet beautiful girl but because of third party machinations in the past, he thinks that she betrayed him so he is suuuuuuch an ass to her (while still maintaining hotness). But even beneath the asshattery (and sexy jerky smirks), he can’t help his love for her and it’s just *chefs kiss*. The angst, the pining, the mutual sacrifice for each other, the torment of wanting to be together but not being able to be together because of external forces/circustances, oh I am getting in a tizzy just thinking about it. I won’t reveal anymore so as not to spoil the drama, but just know the ending may destroy you.

Is she thirsty? Am I thirsty? AM I THIRSTY? Oh honey, if you don’t know the answer to that, then you must either be new here or you haven’t been paying attention to any of my posts in the past few weeks. Look, from the first moment the camera panned to Darren Wang’s very well-defined and tan chest and windswept hair, all semblance of shame and dignity I ever tried to feign on this tumblr was immediately thrown out the window. The feelings that he inspired within me were purely primal. My cavewoman ancestor from millennia ago stopped gathering food in the harsh wilderness for a brief second to transmigrate into my body and go “me want big strong man!”

I mean, below is literally our introduction to Wolf Boy. Am I supposed to just witness this and not feel anything? The director knew what he/she was doing. Anybody who worked on the drama who says they didn’t intend to exploit Darren Wang’s assets is a BOLD FACED LIAR. And this isn’t even Wolf boy in his hottest form.

That would be this:

Damn, your girl needs a moment here. When Wolf Boy turns into Bad Hot Wolf Man, wheeeeewww. The things that came out of my mouth and the thoughts that popped up into my head.

Examples of shameless fangirl drooling can be found here: https://tomorrowsdrama.tumblr.com/post/636986055498792960/dangermousie-this-should-be-illegal-i-mean Here: https://tomorrowsdrama.tumblr.com/post/637238885944033280/dangermousie-i-am-fucking-dead-the-end-this Here: https://tomorrowsdrama.tumblr.com/post/637793196830769152/dangermousie-wolfie-acquired-a-kid-omg Here: https://tomorrowsdrama.tumblr.com/post/635272988321775616/dangermousie-i-dont-know-about-you-guys-but and here: https://tomorrowsdrama.tumblr.com/post/637621638524977152/dangermousie-hnnnnnnnngh-i-am-beginning-to-forget

Honestly, just check out The Wolf tag on @dangermousie tumblr and you won’t be disappointed. Prepare to become obsessed, horny, and heartbroken.

Would I watch it minus the thirst traps? Have you ever thirsted so much that you couldn’t separate what reaction was hormonal and what was objective? Like the guy is so hot to you that when your friends ask you what do you like about him, the first 10 things you can think of are “he’s hot!” and then you try to remind yourself that you’re not a shallow person who actually cares about things other than looks but at the same time you can’t for the life of you think of a non-hot based trait that you like about the guy Yeah, that’s what happened here so sorry, I can’t give you an objective opinion. It’s not that there’s nothing objectively good about The Wolf, it’s just that my judgment is too clouded by Darren Wang’s abs and big hands. But from what I can tell by other people’s posts, even if you didn’t thirst for Darren Wang (Are you made of stone? But also, can you please teach me your magic so I can go back to being a semi-functional working woman?), The Wolf is still a very enjoyable drama with its own non-Darren Wang related merits.

2. My Beautiful Bride

Brief Summary: A drama about a strait-laced banker who wears a dorky backpack and rides a bicycle everywhere while wearing the dorkiest looking helmet ever and his beautiful bride-to-be whom he is hopelessly devoted to. This being a kdrama, and an OCN drama at that, things aren’t all what they appear to be. Yes, you read that right, an OCN. ROMANCE. DRAMA. Turns out the beautiful bride-to-be has a dangerous past that soon comes back to haunt her and she mysteriously disappears one day from strait-laced banker’s life in the typical kdrama way to protect him. Part of the reason she leaves him is also because she doesn’t want him to know about her past because she doesn’t think she’s good enough for him. Little does she know, he knows everything about her past and accepts it all. The only reason why he doesn’t bring it up is because he knows she doesn’t want him to know about that part of herself and he loves her so much he’s willing to do anything to make her happy. But also, another thing she doesn’t know is that underneath that boring but perfectly ironed suit, is a finely chiseled, super efficient fighting machine who did his mandatory military service in the special forces. He is like the terminator meets Liam Neeson’s character in Taken. He has a very particular set of skills and will stop at nothing to get his bride back.

Is she thirsty? Please just watch this video and you will have your answer: https://youtu.be/Ut9MhxWadHM

Prior to The Wolf, My Beautiful Bride was probably the most thirst-inducing drama I watched in 2020.

I mean, just look

at this

at all of this

I don’t’ know how Joo Young saw that body and never questioned whether he really was just a banker. The writers of the drama must be super heterosexual men who are blind because so many of the characters in the drama question why someone as beautiful as Joo Young would ever want to be with someone like the banker. Um..Um...aside from the fact that he is financially well off, treats her well, is loving and respectful of her, and prioritizes her over everything else, JUST LOOK AT HIM. I was so thirsty for Kim Mu Yeol in this role that I would accidentally tag this drama as My Beautiful Banker sometimes. The banker was on a relentless one-man mission to take back his bride and turn me on in the process and ooooooh boy was he successful on both fronts. He is seriously sex on legs every time he beats up a baddie in his quest to find answers about Joo Young’s whereabouts.

Would I watch it minus the thirst traps? I binged the first six episodes of this drama in one afternoon partly because of my thirst, but also partly because it’s a very well made crime-action-gangster drama. This is an OCN drama so you can expect a competently made production with well choreographed/bloody action scenes and a solid script.

3. Scarlet Heart Ryeo / Moon Lovers

Brief Summary: IU plays Hae Soo, a modern woman who is somehow transported back in time to the Goryeo period. There, she gets entangled with a group of royal princes. Her two main love interests are Wang So (played by Lee Jun Ki) and Wang Wook (played by Kang Ha Neul). The princes vie for the throne and some of them for Hae Soo’s affection. Lee Jun Ki does what he does best, which is play a sexy tortured deadly man who looks way too good with blood splattered on his face. Kang Ha Neul is the seemingly kind prince/daddy long legs character who turns out to be not so kind or daddy long leggy. Hae Soo is...well IU did the best she could with what she was given (which was a hot inconsistent mess).

Is she thirsty? Scarlet Heart Ryeo is like the honeypot of thirst traps. It’s essentially a reverse harem set up with a prince for everyone.

Like them young and cute? Then try the 10th prince, Wang Eun.

Want them big, tall, and kinda dumb? Here’s the 14th prince Wang Jung for ya.

Want an evil bastard with an affinity for guyliner? Try out 3rd prince Wang Yo.

Tall, slender, and scholarly? 13th prince Baek-ah will fill your needs.

Is a kind/gentle man who will ultimately disappoint you because he doesn’t show up when you need him most more your speed? Well, let me introduce you to 8th prince, Wang Wook.

Kinda scary but oh so hot and with a ton of baggage? We’re talking, I overpacked and brought 10 overstuffed large suitcases levels of baggage. 4th prince Wang So is the guy for you.

And if you prefer someone with no personality, presence, or memorable traits, I got a two-for-one deal for you in the crown prince Wang Mu and 9th prince Wang Won.

Would I watch it minus the thirst traps? There is political intrigue, scheming, romance, fluffy hijinks (my least favorite parts of the drama), angst, beautiful costumes, and pretty decent fight scenes. Scarlet Heart Ryeo is a pretty solid fusion/fantasy sageuk mostly thanks to Lee Jun Ki. The only person who has ever carried a larger load on his back is Atlas. I’m not saying all the other actors are horrendous. It’s just very clear that the one elevating the material beyond the inconsistencies/messiness/elementary politics of the script is Lee Jun Ki. Your enjoyment level of the drama will likely increase if you are a fan of any of the main actors.

#the wolf #darren wang #my beautiful bride #kim mu yeol #scarlet heart ryeo #moon lovers: scarlet heart ryeo #lee jun ki #kang ha neul #ji soo #cdrama #kdrama

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fly-like-a-phoenix · 3 years

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House of Lust (part 7)

Abbé de Coulmier x reader

Summary: Five years has passed since the events of Quills. The Abbé de Coulmier is released of prision by a misterious event. And he will know again those feelings he never thought will meet again: love... and lust.

Warnings: smut

I'm sorry I haven't post this before. I'm with lots of work, and I didn't have time. Next week, I'm posting again, I promise!

"Stay there, Abbé." Odelle said. "Don't move until I say so."

François did what she said. He didn't move. He stayed there, waiting for her next movement. She just went to a dressing room next to where they were.

"Don't try anything else. A guard is behind the door." Said she, after closing the door.

François looked at the bedroom better than before. It was bigger than yours, but it only had the bed against the wall, two little tables where candles were.

The walls were red, and two black courtains covered the windows so well that no sunlight could be seen from there. But he knew the windows had bars. He couldn't go anywhere.

He walked in silence to one of the night tables, and saw a book. The Marquis de Sade still had fans, he thought while seeing The 120 Days of Sodom, his last book, published a lot after he died, actually three years after.

He was about taking the book when the dressing room door opened. Odelle came out naked, showing her beautiful body to François. Yes, she was beautiful, even if he didn't want to accept it.

He felt himself getting hard. After that time Madeline came to his room in Charenton, and kissed him so passionately, he never had a woman in front of him so close, with such a desire in her eyes.

Odelle approached to him, and lifted her hands, touching his face. At that moment, he could just hit her and try to escape. Was he really capable to do it? Maybe.

But something inside him, lust perhaps, told him not to. Or maybe has his rational mind telling him the guard was out. He stood there, feeling her fingers caressing his skin softly.

"Go to the bed. Get yourself down on your chest."

She started to undress him. Button by button, his cassock fell off, letting him just in his white shirt and his pants, these streched by his erection.

"Oh, it seems you don't use to watch a girl like this, don't you?" She laughed, taking out his shirt, her long nails scratching his chest a little, going down until she took off his pants, his cock popping against his abbs. "Look at you, you're so damn hot. What a shame you never shared your body until now."

François then obeyed, and went to the bed, his face to a side in the pillow, feeling his hard cock against the white, pure sheets, wishing some relief.

He felt her fingers taking off his boats, feeling completely nude and vulnerable. Her hands went slowly from his feet to his muscle ankles. He felt tingles behind his knees, and then he gasped a little when she touched his thighs.

She heard a notable moan from his lips when her fingers squeezed his buttocks. He never felt something like that.

He had pleasure himself before, yes: first time when he was twelve and discovered sexuality; once before going to the seminary, before giving himself to God. And then after Madeline's death, when he was put in the old Marquis' cell, abbandoned by God, a lot of times while rememering her.

But that touch was different to all. That single squeeze in his butt, and he started to melt, wanting those fingers in his dick.

"Look at you! You're a mess already! How needy you are, Abbé!" She mocked, her nails scratching harder. He moaned again.

Her nails went up to his back. He trembled a little, her hands taking his in a fast movement, letting them in the head of the bed. Her fingers went down from his hair, to the back of his neck, to his back again.

And suddenly, he felt pain. Her nails sinked in his skin, hurting him. Some blood started to gush, and he complained.

"Stop..." He murmured. And she did it. But then, he felt her lips going through the skin of his back, her tongue licking the crimson liquid.

How different you were, he thought. You took care of him, cleaned his blood, cured his wounds, for a few minutes at least. And Odelle was just an animal, licking his blood as a vampire, hurting him.

She leaned on him, and he felt her breasts against his back, her hard nipples caressing the wounds of his skin. She took something he couldn't see from the other night table, and touched his skin with it.

He didn't know what it was. He started to think about it, but his mind went over when her lips went to his neck, sucking the sensitive skin.

He moaned again, pleasure hitting his body instead of hurt, the cold item she had in her hand caressing his soft skin. Until he felt whatever it was against his buttocks, sending shivers down his spine.

"Now don't be afraid, honey. This might hurt a little. But then it will be wonderful."

Her voice was cutted when she started to lick her own fingers. He felt the wetness in his asshole, and then the object suddenly inside him, pain invading him more than never.

His gasp was cutted too. Air wasn't enough to enter into his lungs. It was all so different, as he never imagined. She didn't even touch his erection, but the desire going through his body was out of his world.

And she started to move the object, thrusting inside him, pumping in and out, pleasure really going through all his body. He started to moan more and more, and she enjoyed it.

He closed his eyes, hair falling to his face, sweat in his neck skin falling to the sheets, his big cock rubbing them, giving him more pleasure. He wished it was her hand, your hand. He was only thinking in you at the moment.

But Odelle's hand started to slap his buttocks while the other kept penetrating him with the object. He was almost screaming from the first time other person that was not himself was giving him such pleasure.

She was really skilled at the art of it, the art of using lust to convince the others. Now, he wasn't even thinking in a way to escape. He wanted more, more from that. And he wanted you to please him. He wanted to please you too.

It was like a powerful drug. He wanted to release. He felt the urge to cum. And the climax was approaching, her hand hitting him, his back hurting for the scratches, and the object going deeper inside him.

"Do you wanna cum?" She murmured to his ear.

"Yes." He answered, truly.

"Do you wanna cum?" She repeated.

"Please..." Said he, moaning more.

"Are you gonna escape? Or are you going to stay to feel more?"

"I want more..." François gasped, looking briefly at the wall, closing his eyes again.

"Good, because this is your first day. And we have a lot more to do." She answered, kissing his cheek, rubbing her naked body against him. "And I wish you can convice my sister to unite us."

The question went through his mind for a second. To do what? Was she talking about you? Did she and Josephine want to make you part of the House of Lust? It seemed to.

But the answer never came. He did. He felt like relief, like if the drug was more powerful than ever, and the orgasm destroyed his body for a few moments. His heart missed its beats. And the sheets went wet undee him because of his huge load of cum. It was wonderful.

He rested there, catching his breath again, still trembling from the sensation of the orgasm. François felt how Odelle took out the object from his asshole, and let it on the night table again.

She kissed his neck, bitting his skin a little. And she got up, going to the door, opening it. The guard was outside. She said something to him, and closed the door.

"Go to Y/N's bedroom. I think is enough for today. You did it very well, my sweet Abbé."

He recovered, and put his clothes back on. Some knocks on the door made Odelle open it, a muscle man waiting outside, watching her with a crocked, perfidious smile. He was the one who will take her moans, now.

He went to your bedroom quickly. He didn't want anyone to see him in that state, sweating, trembling, his hair falling to his face, his cheeks red.

"Hey." You said, watching him entering the room. "It was all... Are you okay?"

You were reading a book, your courtains open, showing the beautiful green fields behind it at daylight. You saw him different at the moment he entered the room. He was not okay.

"What happened, Abbé?" You said, letting your book aside and going to him. "What did she do?"

"She... She just..."

He closed his eyes, suddenly hugging you. You accepted the hug, his head in your shoulder, a few tears in his eyes, his voice cracking. For a moment, he wished he stayed in Charenton, at least in the cell.

"It's okay..." You said, your fingers caressing his hair. "You should rest a little. Come on."

You touched his back, and he jumped for it. You realized that you hurted him. He might be wounded again.

"She just... She scratched my back."

"Are you bleeding?" You said, despair in your face, your fingers trying to undo the buttons of his cassock, but then retiring them.

You took his hand, your touch more comfortable than Odelle's, and guide him to the divan. With some shyness, you finally undid his cassock, taking it out of his shoulders. You saw his nice body again, but then you saw his wounded back.

"Oh my God... Let me just help you."

He saw every movement of yours. While you brought the same piece of cloth that cured his nose the night before, he still thought about how different you were. But then, the memory of the pleasure awaken again, thinking in you doing the things Odelle did to him.

He controled himself, looking through the window, the birds in the trees, the road crossing the field and disappearing in the distance. He felt some ardor when you let the wet cloth in his back, and complained a little.

"Sorry." You said. "Does it hurt bad?"

"Not so bad. It's just a nuisance."

You didn't say nothing when you saw a little of his butt skin red. You imagined Odelle would obviously slap his ass, but what else you could do? You were not going to say him "hey, take off your pants, your buttocks are burning too."

You kept taking care of his back scratchs, as you did before with his nose and lips. You saw his handsome face in the reflection of the window, his beautiful eyes closed while you helped him.

Again you said to yourself he was very attractive. You finished your work, sitting in front of him, looking at his neck and carresing the marks that Odelle left in his skin with your fingers.

"I know I've said this before, but I'm sorry. I don't know what she did to you, but I'm sure they both, Odelle and Josephine, will do other things to you this days. I wish I could say anything else, but you gotta be prepared to it. But I hope we will get out of here."

His eyes met yours. He looked at you with calm, seeing not only how beautiful you were, but also how lovely. Knowing your sisters were monsters, still you were optimistic about escaping.

He watched your lips, and you watched his. Both wanted to kiss each other, to feel the other. And you approached more, your face closer to his, your eyes closing, preparing to the kiss.

But then, he took your hand. You stopped, opening your eyes, seeing how close you were to his face. His eyes were closed, his face pointing down.

"I... I wanna rest a few hours... Please."

You nodded, touching his face, smiling a little. You were about to leave him alone, but he didn't let go your hand. Not yet.

"Can you stay here?" He said, with raspy voice.

"Yeah, sure."

You didn't know what to expect. You had no idea what would your sisters do to him the next days. But he was different by now. You closed the courtains, it didn't matter the hour of the day.

He let his head fall in your lap when you sit again, playing with his hair while reading with your free hand. His back was red, scratches showing more than before because of the wetness of the cloth.

He felt good with you, he felt protected. And maybe it was not a carnal pleasure, but a psychological one to feel that safe with you. He fell asleep a few moments later, his hands touching briefly your thighs.

You wanted that moment to last forever. You didn't realize it was mid-day when you heard some knocks on the door. The meal was ready. You decided to bring some food for the Abbé, seeing him sleeping so well before living. You didn't want him to suffer. But you expected what could come the next day, with Josephine in charge.

Tagging: @darknessisafriend @five-miles-over @yukis-writing @thegirlwhosims @jokerflecker @missrockabilly99 @luperugorria99 @lyoongx @weirdflecksbutok @skaraboo @stardancerluv @sgtsavoytruffle @ohcarlesmycarles @beautifulyoungprospect @sophiefleck @the-queen-of-things @joaqz-phoenix @ajokerfangirl @bailaycantaconmingo

#abbé de coulmier #quills #abbe thirst squad #abbe de coulmier #joaquin phoenix #joaquin phoenix x reader #abbe de coulmier x reader #marquis de sade

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dearest-bucky · 4 years

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Clear blue sky (One Shot)

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Anonymous said: So I was thinking about a bucky x reader one shot where they are in a relationship but one day a mission goes wrong and Bucky goes missing and is presumed dead so years pass and you moved on with your life only to find out Bucky’s alive, it’s totally okay if you don’t want to do it but if you do can you make it really angsty and fluffy with a happy ending please?

Words: 2.9K

Warnings: angst, fluff, happy ending

A/n: This is a request that got in my inbox a couple of nights ago and I really loved the idea so got to writing it immediately. Thank you for the request nonnie! <3 I twisted the ending a little but I really hope you like it this way too!

Aaaaand this is the last fic I had to repost, soon I’ll be posting new ones that I’m working on at the moment. Thank you all for being so supportive and patient with me, I love you and I appreciate every single one of you!!

Originally posted: September 2, 2020

"Take a deep breath! C'mon Y/n, deep breath, you got this." She could hear the words that were leaving the doctor's lips, but she couldn't make out what the woman was saying. All she was able to focus on was the excruciating pain that was coursing through her entire body. She screamed, felt her mouth open and despite the fact that she felt something coming out from the depths of her chest, she didn't make out a single sound of it. It was weird, as if her hearing was suddenly disabled.

Droplets of sweat were running freely down her face, down her neck, the entire back of the hospital gown drenched. A nurse patted her face with a clean cloth, wiping the sweat away carefully, but that didn't bring her any relief at all. A hand was clutching hers securely and only when they squeezed, she was finally able to turn her head slightly to her right to look at the person next to her. "C'mon, honey, it's almost over. You can do this, I know you can." The words were spoken with so much care and affection, that only made her stop trying altogether, giving in to loud sobs and tears that had been ready to spill out of her eyes.

"Bucky..." She murmured to the man standing next to her, her vision blurring totally from the tears. "Buc-" A sob that escaped her lips didn't let her finish the word, making it rest heavy on her tongue.

The doctor's voice called her again, making her snap the attention towards her instead. "Two last pushes, please Y/n. C'mon, deep breath and push as hard as you can." She nodded in understanding, then did just as the doctor said, clenching her teeth as she pushed with everything she had in her. Not even a moment later a loud cry was heard in the room. Definitely not hers. She let the tears run down her cheeks freely as she sagged on the hospital bed. The nurse wrapped the baby in a blanket and walked to Y/n, softly placing the tiny human in her weak arms.

As soon as she felt her baby next to her she smiled in relief, cooing at the small figure in her arms in adoration. "Hello, love." She spoke softly as she placed a small kiss on her baby's tiny forehead.

The man that had been standing next to her the entire time, clutching her hand through the whole thing, crunched down slightly next to the bed, smiling and shedding a few happy tears at the sight in front of him. "You did great Y/n, you're amazing." His voice was laced with affection just like before, but this time, as she turned to look at him, Y/n furrowed her brows in confusion.

"Ben?"

Weeks and months were passing slowly, but the baby in Y/n's arms was growing too fast for it to be true. Her apartment had been adjusted to the baby's needs, filled with toys and baby clothes and diapers and bottles. Everything so different from a year ago when she'd been living at the Avengers' compound with the love of her life, fighting bad guys and saving the world daily. Just after the birth of her son, she'd moved out of the compound, having already given up the fighting from the moment she had learned about the pregnancy.

She had just put little James down for his afternoon nap, after having fed him and changed him, the baby, bless his little heart, had fallen asleep peacefully. She stood in front of the framed photograph and picked it carefully in her hands, as if it was the most delicate object in the world. Her legs moved her towards the window, and she sat on the wide wooden sill, locking her gaze on the faces of the photograph.

"Smile for the camera, guys." Nat's voice was cheerful, a sound of joy she rarely displayed, especially in public. The Avengers having a picnic in Central Park was not something that happened every day, but the day was warm and the sky was blue and they had deserved one day off.

Without missing a beat, Bucky threw his arm over her shoulder to pull her closer to him, and as if it was the most natural thing in the world, she turned to look at him with a wide smile on her face. Nat clicked the shutter button of her camera and that was the final product. Bucky, looking at the camera with a wide grin and Y/n looking at Bucky the same way she always looked at him, with only love and adoration in her gaze.

Now it seemed like he was grinning at her, his eyes looking straight forward. She, just like always, was looking at him, the same love ever present in her heart, but her eyes told a different story this time. They were red and swollen and she hadn't even noticed she had started crying. She clutched the frame on her chest and she looked out of the window, the city alive and moving just like always. Her eyes drifted up to the sky, a clear blue color painting the view above, just like that day when the photo was taken.

Before she had the time to get lost in more thoughts of the past, three separate knocks were heard on her front door and she rushed to answer it before it woke her son from the nap. Nimble fingers turned the lock and opened the door, not at all surprised to see the person on the other side. "Ben, hi, come on in."

The man smiled at her, kissing her cheek softly before he entered her apartment. "Where's the champ?" He asked as he looked around the living room and not hearing the baby's voice.

"Nap time." Came Y/n's reply in a low voice to not bother the baby that was sleeping in the room next door.

Ben only smiled and nodded, his eyes drifting to the framed photograph she had left on the window sill when she moved to open the door for him. He picked it up and smiled at the picture that was presented in front of him, a picture he'd seen thousands of times before when he came to visit Y/n.

She moved to him and took the photo away from him, placing it on its usual spot in one of the open shelves of her small bookcase. "So, how are you feeling?"

"So, how are you feeling?"

She started to explain to the doctor all her symptoms, and the woman listened with a small smile on her face, having heard those words many times before in her career. Y/n was sitting on the chair on the other side of her desk, a metal hand holding into her right one securely, listening attentively to the words she spoke.

After she finished speaking, the doctor finally replied. "Miss Y/l/n, did you take a pregnancy test?" Her words made them stop breathing altogether.

Bucky and Y/n had been together for four years and they never bothered to use protection because apparently Hydra had taken care of the Winter Soldier while they had him, not wanting to have to deal with his offspring. But as the words left the doctor's mouth and reached their ears, they couldn't even blink anymore.

"I- uh.." She stammered and the doctor smiled at her. She was familiar with the Avengers, with their medical history and everything.

"I know what you're going to say, but maybe what they did to mr. Barnes to make him infertile wasn't permanent?" She suggested. "Anyway, we can do an ultrasound for you now to make sure." They had both looked at each other, not daring to get their hopes up in advance and then she turned to the doctor and nodded her head in affirmation, getting up from her chair to follow after the other woman.

The entire time, Bucky hadn't let go of her hand, clutching it tightly in his, bouncing his leg from the nerves he was trying so hard to conceal. Y/n rubbed her thumb on his knuckles in soothing motions and smiled at him. "It's okay, baby, whatever it is."

He blinked down at her and smiled, focusing in the irises of her eyes, finding there the answer to his every question. She was right. It was okay. They were okay.

The doctor finally put some gel on her abdomen and started moving the transducer around. After a short inspection, she spoke up. "Congratulations, it appears you are expecting miss Y/n. You're seven weeks pregnant." She exclaimed happily and then she showed with her finger to the ultrasound screen. "Here's your baby." A small dot, really, that's all it was, but Bucky and Y/n had forgotten how to breathe, staring at the black and white screen in shock, until Y/n finally broke off of her stupor and squeezed his hand tighter.

He finally came back to reality, a single tear escaping from his eye to run down his cheek as he looked at Y/n in pure adoration.

"Do you want me to print you the first picture of your baby?"

"Huh?" She'd been so lost in her thoughts for a while, as if her soul had left her body entirely and Ben looked at her with concern.

"Y/n, you okay?"

She finally nodded her head in reply. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay."

Ben had spent a couple of hours more there. After James had woken up he played with the baby, making him giggle in delight and Y/n could only smile at them. Ben loved little James so much, as if he were his own son. Unfortunately for him, he wasn't. Just like Y/n was nothing more to him than a friend. A friend he had had feelings for ever since they met.

Ben was a good man, almost too good to be true, always taking care of her, always putting her needs first, and now her son's too. He did his best to protect them both, to be there for them without asking for anything in return and Y/n was forever grateful to have him in her life, even if sometimes she was too wounded by the pain in her chest to express that gratitude.

After Ben had left and she had put James down for another nap she sat down on her couch, feeling tired even though she hadn't done much the entire day. She turned on the TV, setting the channel on the news report of the evening.

"The Avengers have once again saved us all." The reporter spoke in the usual contained voice, continuing to talk about the latest successful mission of the team. Looking at them on the screen, she realized she had missed them, she hadn't seen any of them since the birth of her son. She wanted to, so much, but she couldn't bring herself to look them in the eye anymore. They reminded her of a past life, a life she didn't have anymore, a life she was robbed of.

The only contact she had with them were the occasional calls from Natasha and Wanda who insisted they visited her and her son, but Y/n always refused. Just like she refused to even talk on the phone to Steve, the man reminding her of Bucky too much she couldn't even breathe sometimes.

His figure was displayed on the TV screen in front of her eyes, throwing his shield at whatever threat he was fighting.

"Barton, come in!" Tony's voice echoed through the ear pierce that shared connection with the rest of the team.

After entering the fifth month of the pregnancy and she had started showing entirely, Bucky and Y/n had both decided she'd give up going on missions until the baby was here, and now Y/n was sitting on a comfortable chair in the control room at the Avengers compound, supervising the mission from far away.

"It's an ambush, everyone head back to the jet." This time it was Bucky's voice that she heard over the comms and her heart stuttered inside her chest. "Run back. Abort mission!" His voice held a hint of panic to it, one she noticed quicker than she wished she had and she knew if Bucky was on the verge of losing his cool there was something very wrong.

"Bucky." She spoke, unease settling in her stomach. "Baby, get out of there." Her words were instructed in a somewhat calm breath, but she couldn't help the nerves getting the best of her. She heard his light chuckle over the comm, followed soon by his breathless voice.

"Working on it, doll." He was running.

Everyone was running, retreating to the safety of the jet, to come back home. Her heart was beating so loudly she could hear it in her throat and for a while all she could hear was only that and the sound of several footsteps running until a loud explosion broke the steady rhythm of the running feet. Something simply ripped in her heart, a gasp leaving her mouth. She clutched her hands one on her chest and the other on her round belly.

"Bucky?" She asked, afraid of the response she'd be getting.

"Buck? You hear me?"

"Baby?"

"Baby..."

She never got a response from him.

A big cake was placed on the center of the table, five small candles lit on it, a bunch of people standing around, singing Happy birthday happily to the little boy who was wearing a Captain America mask and had an arm wrapped in tinfoil.

He was looking at everyone happily, grinning widely at the people around. Y/n was on his side and Ben on the other, singing happy birthday with the rest of the team. When the song ended the boy scrunched his eyes closed to make a wish then he blew the candles on the cake. Everyone clapped and cheered around him.

People were running around the grass field, enjoying the sun and the cake and Y/n couldn't help but look up at the sky, the clear blue color of it filling her heart with so much calm she never thought possible. It was the same blue she loved, the same blue of his eyes. Tears threatened to spill, but she wiped her eyes discreetly, not wanting to cry today. Not on their son's birthday.

Nat found her after a while, wrapping her arms around Y/n in a tight hug, trying to express all the feelings she could never be able to speak up about to her. Words had never been her strong point. "We're okay." She finally spoke and Y/n broke off the hug to look in the redhead's eyes, a small smile forming on her lips.

"I still miss him Nat." Her words were accompanied with a small shrug and a quivering lip.

"I know."

"I miss him and sometimes I feel like I just betrayed him by getting together with Ben. I just-"

"Don't." Natasha interrupted her. "Don't do this to yourself. Bucky is gone and we can't do anything to bring him back. And Ben is a good guy and he loves you and James with his life. I'm sure Bucky's happy for you now. He wouldn't wish anything but the best for the both of you." Natasha's words made her cry more, small sobs escaping her lips and she fell in her embrace again, wetting her shoulder with the tears that seemed to never end.

No matter how much it hurt she had to finally accept the truth. Bucky was gone and not coming back.

Bucky.

"Bucky..." She mumbled, not understanding what was going on anymore.

His lips pressed lightly to her temple, resting there for a moment and his nose inhaling the sweet scent of the shampoo on her hair. He placed small pecks on every inch of her face. "I'm here, sleepyhead." She opened her eyes slowly, meeting his lovely blue ones in return. Her pupils dilated at the sight of him and he only smiled down at her, his lips stretching more into a grin. "Gotta wake up now. The team will be here soon for lunch."

She could only stare at him, unable to say a word. "Junior is downstairs eating his breakfast and I already fed all the animals too." He spoke softly next to her ear. Y/n moved to sit up on the bed, looking out of the window in wonder.

The sun was already shining bight up in the clear blue summer sky. She smiled. Then looked around the room, the bed, the purple blanket, the Cental Park photograph on the night stand, the closet, the dressing table. Everything hers. Everything theirs.

He looked at her as she took in her surrounding, then placed a chaste kiss on her parched lips before moving away from her. At the last moment, just before he left the bed, she stretched out her hand to grip at his wrist, to stop him from moving away from her.

Cool under her touch. Metal.

He turned to sit again on the bed and look at her, now a little concerned at her strange behavior. "Doll, are you okay?" He placed a kiss on her forehead, checking subtly at the same time if she had a fever, but she seemed okay.

She wrapped her arms around his torso and hid her face in his chest, inhaling the familiar scent of him. After a moment of sitting in silence, wrapped in each other's arms, she finally spoke, her voice coming out a little muffled by his shirt.

"Yeah Buck, just had a weird dream, that's all."

She felt him place a kiss on her head and smiled, tears quelling in her eyes. "I love you."

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes imagines

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officialleotolstoy · 3 years

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Oh Natasha/Andrei brainrot we’re really in it now, aka Natasha/Andrei playlist annotations!

Honestly the age gap is so inherently uncomfortable it’s difficult for me to really ship this but I think in terms of the REALLY low bar of W&P marriages/almost-marriages, it’s one of the better ones because they at least mutually care about each other. It’s also just devastating on principle!

There are several distinct sections of song on here, this is one of the few I’ve actually put in a significant order, so I’m going to break it down into that.

Part 1: Initial Meeting/Falling In Love The First Time/General

Absolutely Smitten - dodie

“She wants to dance around the room, kiss you until her lips turn blue”

This song really reminds me of their first meeting when they’re both like 👀 at each other. I like how it captures the excitement but also nerves of the girl, which I feel like is an important feature of Natasha’s part of the relationship.

Helpless - Philippa Soo

“Tryin' to catch your eye from the side of the ballroom”

Sorry to all the ex-Hamilton stans I jumpscared with this, but it’s about the Philippa Soo Singing About Falling In Love vibe. Also the quoted lyric reminds me of their iconic dance scene, or at least the bits leading up to that.

To Noise Making (Sing) - Hozier

“Honey, the look of it was as sweet as the sound; Your head tilt back, your funny mouth to the clouds”

This reminds me of the scene where she sings for him and he’s like WAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH im in love! I paraphrase, but you get the idea.

Golden Years - David Bowie

“Look at that sky, life's begun”

This is objectively the stupidest song on here. It’s here because I think it’s funny to imagine the iconic Natasha/Andrei dance just being the Golden Years dance from A Knight’s Tale, HOWEVER the quoted lyric is in fact Andreicore.

Stop The World I Wanna Get Off With You - The Arctic Monkeys

“And I know we got places to go, we got people to see/Think we both oughta put 'em on hold”

‘Wren there are several songs that are on this playlist AND your Andrei/Pierre playlist’ Thank you for noticing it’s because if Tolstoy can recycle the same lines of dialogue for these relationships I can recycle the same songs! This song is just. I Hate Everyone Except You :) which is deeply Andrei @ both of them. But also like wanting life to stop so you can just hang out with Your People.

Strawberry Blond - Mitski

“I love everybody because I love you”

I’m pretty sure someone once pointed out how this lyric fit Andrei/Natasha once in a post and I cannot for the life of me remember who but that made an impression on me. Mystery person, thanks <3 Also I forgot this was a Mitski song??

The Anchor - Bastille

“Bring me some hope by wandering into my mind”

One of Thee things about their relationship that sticks out to me is how Natasha is so lifelike and her very existence gives Andrei hope for the world. It’s so. It’s so much!

Something After All - Starry

“You’ve turned my world around”

Like I said above, falling in love with Natasha really changes Andrei’s entire worldview! I also think “I've spent years building up walls” is very Andrei, and Natasha kind of brought them down, like what happens in the song.

Cosmic Love - Florence + The Machine

“A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes”

IT’S ABOUT THE SPACE METAPHORS FOR LOVE. THIS IS NO ONE ELSE FROM GREAT COMET’S FAULT.

Cold Cold Man - Saint Motel

“I know I am a cold cold man: quite slow to pay you compliments or public displayed affections”

It’s about being generally not very emotional or expressive but being devoted to the person anyway...very Andrei-ish.

Ophelia - The Lumineers

“I don't feel nothing at all and you can't feel nothing small”

The quoted lyric just seems like a really good summary of their dynamic, but I also think “Heaven help a fool who falls in love” works well for bitter post-elopement vibes, so this song was difficult to place.

Part 2: Andrei Leaving For Abroad

Misbehavin’ - Pentatonix

For some reason this is on both the Nat/Andrei and Natasha playlists and I’m too lazy to change it. Just go look at those annotations.

No One Else - Great Comet

Duh

To a Poet - First Aid Kit

“I got on a plane and flew far away from you, though unwillingly I left”

This song makes me think of Andrei abroad missing Natasha :( Honey you’ve got a big storm coming

Part 3: Post-Elopement Breakup Songs

I Hope Your Husband Dies - Amigo The Devil

“All the distance that we've spent apart will never have to mean a thing”

This song is VERY much Andrei about Anatole. “Now you're with this asshole, you expect me to believe it's going to last” really works because her relationship with Anatole was never going to last, whether or not she knew that. And “I'm not so much afraid of being alone, just kind of feel I've had enough/And time and time again, time reminds me you'll never be my own/We'll never have a house to decorate, a place that we can call our home” as an Andrei thing makes me very sad!!!

Ruins - First Aid Kit

“Ruins, all the things we built assured that they would last”

I think you can safely say their relationship was in ruins after the elopement attempt. I also think “I lost you, didn't I? First I think I lost myself” is something Natasha would think about the whole scenario

Half of My Heart - John Mayer

“Half of my heart's got the right mind to tell you that I can't keep loving you with half of my heart”

I think this is supposed to be more of an “I don’t love you anymore and that’s on me” song, but I like to mentally frame it in the context of Andrei after the elopement refusing to take back Natasha. I also think all the bits about the singer’s love interest changing the singer’s outlook on life before really fits, like “Lonely was the song I sang 'til the day you came, showing me another way”

Love Like Ghosts - Lord Huron

“You don't want me baby please don't lie/Oh but if you're leaving, I gotta know why”

It’s all about the singer being haunted by a love that doesn’t necessarily reciprocate on the same level, and I think that really fits Andrei’s mindset. It breaks my heart to think about him trying to figure out what he did wrong, why he wasn’t enough for Natasha, and so that quoted lyric really makes me just. :(

Cold Day In Heaven - Delta Rae

“Keep thinking bout when we started, so innocent/Your heart was a mess and I was lost in it”

This whole song is so good for them, it’s essentially just a couple being disappointed that their relationship didn’t work out well. The quoted lyric is so. AAAAHHH. because both of their hearts were messes but for different reasons, Andrei was so hopeless and bleak but Natasha was so naive and not ready for it and it’s so. It’s so Much. Also “We watched, the stars fell, and oh you know we let them/We said it’ll never happen, we said it’ll never happen to us/But it’s a cold day in heaven my love” gets me because 1) star/sky references :( and 2) Natasha especially did say it’d never happen to them, she was adamant that she’d love Andrei forever and that uh. I think we all know how well that worked out!

2 Months. - Zach Adkins

Someone You Loved - Lewis Capaldi

“I let my guard down and then you pulled the rug”

This is kind of a generic betrayal/breakup/I-miss-you song, but I think it works. Especially with “I kinda liked the way you numbed all the pain” and the focus on the singer’s lover getting them through difficult times and then abandoning them.

The Night We Met - Lord Huron

“Take me back to the night we met”

I think people are legally obligated to have this song on any playlist for a couple that doesn’t end well. It’s generic but it’s good! The entire Strange Trails album my BELOVED!

Careless Whisper - George Michael

“I should have known better than to cheat a friend and waste a chance that I'd been given, so I'm never gonna dance again the way I danced with you”

UNIRONICALLY THIS SONG. I think it’s the focus on dancing as like a significant marker of the relationship for me, especially given how heavily adaptations focus on their dance at that ball. The quoted lyric reminds me of Natasha’s mindset after all of this. Also “We could have been so good together, we could have lived this dance forever, but now, who's gonna dance with me? Please stay” reminds me of Natasha asking him to forgive her. Not to actually get sad over Careless Whisper but. :,(

With Or Without You - U2

“And you give yourself away”

The quoted lyric is in reference to the elopement in my head, and “I can’t live with or without you” is like. Andrei can’t continue on and let her back into his life, he admits that he can’t forgive her, but he also has no real will to live after she betrays him and goes off to die in war.

Atlantis - Seafret

“We've built this town on shaky ground”

“This town” is in reference to their relationship, and I like the acknowledgment that there was never a great foundation to begin with. And “maybe I’m not built for love” as an Andrei lyric is a little heartbreaking! Other than that it’s just a Breakup Song.

I Don’t Wanna See You Cryin’ Anymore - Adam Melchor

“I don't wanna be the reason you can't trust me like before/My head's in my hands as I'm shaking on the bathroom floor”

This reminds me of Natasha’s deep guilt over her betrayal of Andrei. The implication that Andrei would ever let anyone see him cry is a bit much for me, just ignore that HFJAHDHSH

Part 4: Reconciling While Andrei ✨Dies✨

Fake It - Bastille

“We can never go back, we can only do our best to recreate”

This whole is song is about trying to move forward from bad things in the past with your lover which is the whole vibe! But I also think it shows some reluctance on the part of the singer to forget, and a bit of a desperation to be able to leave the mistakes in the past. “Help me turn a blind eye” really captures that. I like this as the early stages of them reconnecting, because I think it’s realistic to have Andrei especially be wary but wanting it to get better.

Bad Blood - Bastille

“All this bad blood here, won’t you let it dry?”

Letting go of a grudge and trying to move on vibes!

Let It All Go - Birdy, Alvaro Soler

“We’re strong enough to let it go”

All their hurt surrounding the elopement is the Thing they’re letting go of in this case.

Flaws - Bastille

“You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve and I have always buried them deep beneath the ground”

The quoted lyric just feels like their general dynamic to me. Natasha is so open about everything and does indeed wear her heart on her sleeve whereas Andrei represses every emotion he’s ever felt. I think this is a post-elopement song because of “Dig them up; let’s finish what we started”. That feels like them reexamining their relationship and what went wrong and trying again.

Moscow - Autoheart

“All I need’s a fraction of your happy heart”

This song is so 🥺. “We both know what we’ve got to do: head back to where the magic grew” reminds me of them accepting their reconnection and moving on and trying to rekindle whatever was between them. And “Let’s get a dog, an Irish red setter, it’s all we need to get better” feels emblematic of them looking forward to domestic happiness as the solution. And the quoted lyric screams Andrei about Natasha.

The Heart Is A Muscle - Gang of Youths

“I will look at love as more than just an instrument of pain”

Not to be off topic but this whole album is so good every single song makes me feel SHRIMP EMOTIONS god. Also the whole thing is very Andreicore and I had to stop myself from adding every song to his playlist. But I digress. This song is all about having been hurt by love in the past (“I let bad love betray me once”) but deciding to open your heart again which is very them! “I haven't had enough and I wanna love someone” AAAAHHHH. “I am human now and terrified, but want it all the same” Mr. GangOfYouths im going INSANE! “I just ask you to be patient if you’ll have me still” HELLO? Not to quote the whole song but “I wanna be loved, I wanna be whole again, so tuck my hair behind my ears and touch my soul again” as an Andrei/Natasha lyric...I need to sit down. Can you all tell this song makes me go all kinds of crazy. And this isn’t even my favorite song off the album!

Shrike - Hozier

“I couldn’t utter my love when it counted, ah but I’m flying like a bird to you now”

This song feels very “we tried to have a relationship a while ago and it didn’t work out that well but I still love you we could try again” to me which fits this time very well!

Part 5: Andrei Goes Splat :( [And The Aftermath]

Work Song - Hozier

“No grave can hold my body down, I’ll crawl home to her”

I can’t say what it is exactly, but something about persistent love framed around the death motif works for me here.

Dancing After Death - Matt Maeson

“As the sun waits to eclipse and the taste teases my lips, I'm too tired to wrestle with it”

The quoted lyric reminds me of Andrei giving up and shutting down when he realizes he’s gonna die :( oh ALSO my brain always mentally fills in “and no one else” after the “you and I” that ends the chorus which does NOT help with my depression!

One Last Time - Jaymes Young

“Could I feel your skin on mine before I have to say goodbye?”

SCREAMS SO LOUDLY. The whole song is like. Someone dying and wanting to see their person one last time and AAAAAAAAAAA. I am a little incoherent maybe. “I'm leavin' this cold world of mine, no pleadin' is gonna turn back time” really Gets Me in the context of Andrei accepting his own death and withdrawing and it’s so. Anyway.

Oblivion - Bastille

“When oblivion is calling out your name, you always take it further than I ever can”

I don’t think this is exactly what the song is talking about, but the quoted lyric in the context of Andrei dying and Natasha watching him fade and withdraw...good Lord. I need emotional support.

Haunt - Bastille

“I’ll come back to haunt you/Memories will taunt you”

Natasha being haunted by the memory of Andrei!!! Help me!!!! Also “I will try to love you/It’s not like I’m above you” as a callback to Andrei’s feelings for Natasha when they start to reconnect is so mental illness inducing. OOOH and “Questioning why as you look to the sky that is cloudless up above our heads and thoughts come to mind that our short little lives haven't left the path that they will tread” any lyric ever about looking at the sky is Andrei’s now.

Without You - for KING & COUNTRY

“What do you do when you don't get better/Strong arms get too, get too weak to hold her”

:( :( :( :( :( Also “I’m not ready to live without you” I am so sad.

Good Grief - Bastille

“Every minute and every hour I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more”

Pain! Agony, even!

I made myself SO sad writing the entire last half of these annotations geez

#im so sad im so sad im so sad!#war and peace #great comet #natasha rostova #andrei bolkonksy #uhhh whats their ship name?#w&p playlists #my post #figured out how to do a read more bc this post is so LONG

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bittywitches · 4 years

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Baby Girl | G.D [Part Two]

Part One

A/N: Sorry for taking an extra day to post this 😬 Brief summary in Part One! Thank you for reading <3

Warnings: Insinuating smut?? I think suggestive is the word lol ; Asthma

Word Count: 5.3K

“What are you doing??”

“Hold still!”

“No, stop!”

“Look, I searched it up, and apparently honey helps! Now stop moving!”

You groaned, finally letting Cameron grab you and hold you steady while she tried to smear some honey onto your burn.

“Ugh, this is gross.”

“Shut up, it’ll help.”

Ethan walked into the kitchen, holding a phone in his hand. “Hey, Cam, I think Angela called-”

He looked up to see what you both were doing, and immediately furrowed his eyebrows.

“What did I just walk in on.”

Cameron rolled her eyes. “Get the fuck out of here.” She snatched the phone away from him, and he shrugged, walking back out to the living room.

Cameron checked her missed calls and tapped on your sister’s name, bringing the phone up to her ear.

“Hey! You called me?”��

You heard your sister’s voice mumbling. Cameron looked over to you.

“Is your phone dead? Apparently she tried calling you.”

“Oh shit, I forgot I shut it off so I wouldn’t be distracted. My bad.” She nodded at you, repeating the same thing to Angela.

“So what’s up?” Another series of mumbles, but you were able to make out her saying ‘sorry’ a few times.

“Oh, don’t even worry about it. She’ll be fine. Yea, okay. See you later.” She brought her phone down from her ear, now licking the remaining honey off of her finger tips.

“She said she’s gonna be a bit late to come pick you up. Apparently there was a mix up with one of her clients and she accidentally delivered the wrong cake to the venue.”

“Oh.. okay.” You glanced up at the clock, the time already reading 8:30pm. “Do you know when she’ll be coming?”

“She said she might be a few hours.”

“Oh, you know what I can just take the bus then-”

“No, you can stay here as long as you need.”

You bit your lip. “I don’t wanna impose…”

“Shut up, you’re fine.”

“Cam this isn’t even your house.”

“Well when I’m staying here it might as well be.” She could see you were still tense however, and sighed. “You know I’d call you an uber, but you never seem that comfortable going in those.”

You crossed your arms. “Sorry..”

“No, stop.” She grabbed your arm, pulling you into the living room.

“Cam-”

“Shut up! Just sit.”

You looked up at the room, seeing the twins sitting on opposite sides of the coffee table, staring at the both of you with blank faces because of your sister’s outburst.

Your eyes went to Grayson, who was staring at you with an expression you couldn’t identify. He was relaxed on the couch, an arm draped lazily over the back with his phone in the other hand. He tilted his head at you, raising an eyebrow at your stunned expression, only causing your nerves to go even more haywire. You desperately wanted to just walk over and sit yourself down in his lap, grab his face and kiss him again. Oh, how you needed to feel his lips once more, how you ached for his hands to roam your body. You couldn’t-

“Angela’s gonna be a bit late. That alright with you guys?” Cameron asked, sitting herself down next to Grayson on the sofa, much to your relief but also a bit to your disappointment, nonetheless snapping you out of your daze.

“No problem,” Ethan said, patting the seat next to him on his couch, an inviting smile on his lips. You had to take a second to reroute your brain, but you grinned at his welcoming demeanour, gently placing yourself down next to him. Your eyes shot up quickly to meet with Grayson’s, finding that his eyes were already on you, a gentle smile on his lips. His calm expression was disturbed however, when Cameron shook his shoulder, trying to ask him something.

You turned away from his gaze quickly, looking back over at Ethan. “Sorry, I don’t want to disturb.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it.” He turned a bit in his seat, so he was facing more towards you. “So, Caltech, huh?” He asked with a friendly smile.

“Yep.” You returned it, relaxing a bit. You liked being around Ethan, at least you’d deduced that from the limited amount of interactions you had with him. It felt easy being around him, and you just felt like you could be comfortable in his company.

“Excited to graduate?”

“Oh, definitely.” He raised an eyebrow at you, and you added: “Not that I’m sick of high school or anything; Just ready to get it over with.”

He chuckled. “Yea, I can understand that feeling.”

“Yea?” You fiddled with the end of Grayson’s sweatshirt. “You were tired of senior year too?”

“Well, no.” you tilted your head at him, and he cleared his throat. “Gray and I actually dropped out freshman year.”

Your eyes widened a bit. “Oh..” you began, but he rushed to cut you off.

“Don’t think we’re just a couple of dumbasses though,” He laughed. “Don’t worry, we did graduate. Just didn’t go to physical school.”

“Ohhh.” You said, nodding your head.

“Yea. Because of that we were actually able to get our whole directing thing going for us.”

“You guys direct?” You said, intrigued.

“Yea, nothing too big though. Short films, small documentaries, ads and stuff for bigger companies… that kinda stuff.”

“Wow, that’s really cool!” You said, and you meant it. “So you’ve got your own company?”

“Pretty much, yeah.”

“Dang. You guys are so young too.. That’s so cool.”

He laughed. “Yea, well, it is pretty cool to do stuff like that for a living.”

“So, anything I might’ve seen?”

“Uhhh… probably not to be honest.” He paused. “We do have this Youtube channel where we post some of our personal projects.”

“Oh?”

“Yea. We go by the Dolan twins.”

“‘The Dolan Twins’.” You repeated to yourself. “I like it. Has a nice ring to it.” You scrunched your eyebrows together. “Feel like I recognize it.”

“Maybe. There was this one music video we did a while back that got pretty popular. Hawaiian Party?”

Your eyes lit up. “Yea! I’ve seen that! I really liked the music video for that song-” Your head whipped around back to him. “You guys did that??”

He grinned “Yep.”

“Oh my god, you guys are so talented! That video is so good!”

He shrugged, waving his hand at you. “Stop, you’re embarrassing me.”

“No, seriously. It’s really good. And you guys are so young!”

“You keep saying that. And says you, Miss ‘high school senior’.”

“Hey!” You shoved his shoulder, and he laughed. “You guys are actually doing stuff. You’re like, out there, creating things. That’s really cool.”

He rubbed his shoulder, but a smile was plastered on his face. “Thanks, bookworm.”

“Please don’t call me that.”

“I think it suits you.”

“I don’t like it.”

“Would you prefer Wise girl?”

“Bookworm it is.”

“Hey, do you guys wanna watch a movie?” Cameron interrupted you both.

“Sure, why not.” Ethan responded, and you nodded your head in agreement.

“Cool.” She grabbed the remote, and started scrolling through the most popular section on Netflix. “Tell me if you see anything interesting.”

“How about that one?” Grayson chimed in, stopping Cameron’s hand when she hovered over the one he liked.

“Aight. E, can you turn out the lights?”

“On it.” He jumped up from his seat, rushing over to the turn off the switch while Cameron started the movie. He quickly scurried back, falling back down on the couch beside you.

“Wanna share a blanket?” He whispered to you as the intro began playing.

You nodded slightly, so he bent around the side of the sofa and pulled out a large, fuzzy cotton blanket. He threw it over the both of you, making sure you got most of it.

“You good?”

“Yea, thanks.” You replied, smiling. However, after returning your attention to the screen, the dark, moody tone of the film worried you a bit.

“Is this a horror movie?” You questioned.

“Yea, is that an issue?” You heard Grayson’s rough voice say. It wasn’t a problem, per se, but you weren’t really too fond of horror movies, considering you got spooked incredibly easily. But you didn’t want Grayson to know that.

“N-no, it’s fine.” You faltered, bringing the blanket up and over your shoulders.

“You okay? We can change the movie if you want.” Ethan interrupted, giving you an understanding look that immediately eased you.

“No, it’s seriously fine.” You fumbled, giving him a thankful smile still.

“Okay..” he could tell that you were bluffing, but didn’t wanna embarrass you.

“Shut up, the story’s starting!” Cameron scolded, making you all turn your attention back to the movie.

You were fine for most of the beginning, feasting on the popcorn Cameron had given you so you had something to focus on. When the real scary stuff started happening, though, you were really on edge, jumping at every little sound. At one point, you flinched so hard when you heard Cameron drop the remote on the floor you’d nearly knocked the blanket off of both you and Ethan.

“Hey, hey, chill out.” Ethan whispered with a chuckle, going to grab the blanket at both of your feet.

“Ah, sorry..” you mustered, gripping tightly onto the blanket he handed you.

“Jeez, relax, bookworm.” He rubbed you shoulder gently, trying to calm you down. “S’just a movie.”

“I know..” you sighed, relaxing into his side as he continued to rub your arm. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, just stop spazzing out, you big baby.” You smiled, thankful for his joking attitude to take your mind off of the movie.

The rustling movements on the other couch caught your eye, and your eyes drifted over there to see Grayson’s hooded eyes pierced right at you. His jaw was clenched, hard. The look his dark brown pupils were giving you scared you more than anything in the movie you’d seen so far. You turned away, focusing back on the television.

What‘s he looking at me for?

...

“Did you fall asleep?”

Your eyes shot open at the sound of Cameron’s voice, but you groaned when you saw her cocky expression.

“No,” you objected, naturally going to rub your eyes before pulling your arms down quickly. “I just...”

“I think it might be past her bed time.” Ethan interjected, returning from the kitchen with a mug in his hand, and you narrowed your eyes at him as Cameron chuckled along with him.

“Can’t believe you got so tired you slept through a horror movie.”

“Shut up, Cameron.” You groaned, shoving at her shoulder.

“Fine fine.” She yawned. “Honestly I can’t blame you, that was a shit movie anyways.” She yelled that last part, turning back towards the kitchen, and you could hear Grayson’s gravelly voice groan. “Next time pick a better movie, dumbass.” She said as Grayson appeared from behind the wall, an annoyed look on his face.

“You said you were okay to watch it.” He pointed out, crossing his large arms against his broad chest.

“Whatever.” She turned her attention back to you. “Angela called me again. Said she might be here in a half hour or so.”

You nodded. “‘Kay.” You grabbed your phone, checking the time. It read 11:40. “You should go to bed, Cam.”

“You don’t want me to wait with you?” She rubbed your shoulder reassuringly.

“I’ll be fine.” You assured her, and she gave you a thankful smile.

“Good.” She got up, stretching her arms up and above her head. “I really would stay with you, but I am so fucking exhausted.”

“Didn’t you just make fun of me for falling asleep?” You retorted.

“Hey, there’s a difference between being tired and falling asleep. I’m stronger than you.” She chuckled, then bent down to give you a hug. “Okay, see you tomorrow?”

“Yea, okay.”

“I think I’m gonna head in for tonight too.” Ethan added, stifling a yawn.

You nodded, standing up as he walked over to you.

“Glad we finally got to meet, Y/N.” he said, and he leaned in to give you a tight squeeze.

“Yea, me too.”

“Alright, good night hon.” Cameron said, leaving her for her room, Ethan following suit.

“Gnight guys.”

You plopped back down onto the sofa with a sigh. You looked up, seeing Grayson standing before you with a stone cold expression.

You cleared your throat. “You’re not going to bed?”

“No, not feeling tired.”

“Oh... okay.” You mumble, your hands fiddling in your lap. Why did you have to be alone with him? Why did he make you feel like this?

“So,” he finally said, breaking the silence, and sat down next to you. “You and E getting pretty close?”

“Uh..” you rubbed your shoulders. “Sure.”

His jaw tightened again.

“I-I mean, not really. I just met him today.”

“What, so we’re not that close?” He leaned in suddenly, his face now just inches from yours. “We just met today, didn’t we?” His hand came up to gently caress the side of your cheek.

“I-I...” all you could focus on was the feeling of his hot breath on your lips.

He leaned in closer, the tips of your noses touching, his eyes burning with longing, and yours in turn with need. You closed your eyes, and you felt like his lips were almost brushing yours..

He smirked. “M’just teasing, baby girl.” He let go of you, causing your eyes to flutter open as he got up from the couch and walked back over to the kitchen, leaving you astonished and tense. Reaching for his body that was already gone.

Why did he have to do this? Why play with you like this? Why did he have to make your chest pound? You craved him, you needed his lips and his warmth and his scent and his hands and-

“Do you want something?” Grayson stopped before disappearing into the hallway, looking back over at you.

You practically choked, panicking as you wondered how he could tell what you were thinking.

“W-what??”

“To eat. Like, dinner? Did you have that?”

“Huh? I- Ohh..” you realized, calming down from your outburst.

He chuckled. “Why’re you so on edge?”

You, you wanted to say, but shook your head. “Sorry.. tired.”

“You have to stop apologizing for everything, sweetheart.” He hoisted his arms up onto his waist. “M’gonna make some avocado toast, want some?”

“I’ve never tried it before.”

“What??” His eyes widened at that. “Okay, we are going to rectify your mistake right now. Cmon.” He grabbed your hand, pulling you up abruptly, your nose getting buried in the thin cloth of his T-shirt.

“Gray-“

“Come onnn.” He dragged you to the kitchen by your wrist, and you eventually gave up trying to break away from his hold, following him.

“Okay, c’mere.”

“W-“

He grabbed your waist suddenly, causing a small yelp to leave your lips. The warmth from his hands spread through your body, but it was short-lived, since he let go as soon as he hoisted you up onto the kitchen counter.

“You better prepare your tastebuds, because this will taste so good.” He leaned up and over you to get some bread out of the cupboard.

You brought your hands together to clasp them in your lap. You watched as he threw a few slices of bread into the toaster oven, then went to grab some avocados from the fruit basket.

He looked so cute and homey in his sweats, now cutting the avocados in half and removing the pits. You felt like he was your boyfriend, making you breakfast in the morning. You blushed at the thought.

“Hey, sorry if it seemed like I was forcing you to watch that movie.” He peered up at you as he scooped the flesh into a bowl. It appeared that he had been thinking about that for a while, because you could see his shoulders relax after saying the words out loud.

“You know, if I’m not supposed to apologize for things, you shouldn’t either.”

He smiled at that. He brought the bowl over to you, setting it beside you on the counter top. “Can you mash this?” He asked, handing you a fork.

“‘Kay.” You took it and placed the bowl in your lap. Grayson walked over to the toaster oven, gently opening it to see if the bread was finished. He took another fork from the drawer, and carefully took the pieces of bread out of the oven and placed them onto a plate beside it.

“So..” you began, becoming uncomfortable in the silence. “E was telling me about your guys’ directing n stuff.”

“Oh yea?” he replied, now reaching up to a different cabinet.

“Mhm.” He shuffled over, and sprinkled some salt and black pepper into your bowl. “I think it’s really impressive.”

“That’s sweet of you.”

“I-I mean, I’ve only seen one of your projects but…” He raised an eyebrow at you. “I really liked it.”

He shook his head, smiling. “Thanks.”

He brought the plate over, which had slices of bread that he had lightly rubbed garlic onto, and two shakers with sesame seed and red pepper flakes in them.

“Here.” He took the bowl from you, and grabbed the spoon he’d left on the counter, scooped up some of the flesh and smeared it onto the toast.

“You sure this is supposed to taste good?” You asked, fiddling with your fingers. “Looks kinda weird…”

“Ok, if you say something like that again I’ll have no choice but to be mad at you.”

“Well, I definitely wouldn’t want that.” You tittered.

His mouth dropped open a bit, a little surprised. “Were you just being cocky right there?”

“Nooo,” You pulled some loose strands of hair behind your ear, giggling.

“Wow. Never thought a little girl could actually have an attitude.”

“Hey!”

“Alright, my bad.” He laughed, finally sprinkling the shakers over the toast. “Okay, here, try it.” He lifted the piece of toast up carefully, feeding it to you.

You took a bite, not expecting anything out of it, but it actually turned out to taste a lot better than you expected. “Wow, this is really good.” You admitted, your mouth full.

“I told you.” He grinned.

“Mmm gimme another bite.” You mumbled, leaning in to chomp down on the bread in his hand again.

“Hey, slow down.” He chuckled, setting the toast down on the table. You swallowed, giving him an affirming hum of approval.

“Oh, hey.” His hand suddenly came up to your face, surprising you. He leaned in a bit as his thumb swept across the bottom of your lip. “Bit of avocado.” He muttered, bringing his thumb up to his lips to lick it off.

You suddenly became incredibly aware of everything going on right now. Aware of the constant beating in your chest that just wouldn’t settle down. Aware of Grayson’s hovering hand next to your waist. Aware of his hazel eyes lingering on yours. Aware of his baby pink lips.

And before you knew it you were both leaning in, smashing your lips together, arms connecting with bodies all at once.

Your arms went up and around his neck, one of your hands tangled up in his long hair while the other held the back of his neck. His hands immediately went to your waist, as if they were longing to touch you and were being restrained until this moment. He pulled you closer to him, sliding you up to the edge of the counter so he could press his body up against yours. He pushed his sweatshirt up a bit higher, and he slipped his warm hands under your tank top.

The overwhelming warmth of just Grayson against you caused you to moan into his lips, your arms now roaming his broad back. While before, your kiss had been deep and intimate, this one was hot and fueled by lust. He pulled his lips away from yours only to press them firmly against your cheek, under your lips, your chin, leaving a sloppy trail down to your neck.

“Ohh..” You moaned, your hands drifting down to grip his neck, causing him to growl into yours. You gasped when he teethed at your sensitive skin, making your nails dig into his neck. He trailed down further, nipping at your skin before resting at your collar bone, where he gently pressed a kiss to your burn, getting a taste of the sweet honey, emitting a sigh from you. But he then moved to the other side of you, sucking on your chest. Your eyes widened when you realized, he was planning on leaving another bruise there.

“G-Gray…” you stuttered, your hands going to cup his face, but he kept going as if he hadn’t heard you, his hands sliding up your back as he did so.

You loved it, but you were scared he would actually leave a mark. “Grayson..”

His lips finally left your skin, and he straightened up to look at you. His dark eyes locked on yours, filled with desire.

“I want you so badly.” He leaned back in to kiss you, and his lips made you feel like you were walking on air.

“Mmmm..” You hummed into his lips.

He pulled away, but pressed his forehead against yours, his loud breath filling the room. He bit your lip, and your glossy eyes were mesmerized by his lustful ones. You were intoxicated by him. He leaned closer into you, and you left a soft “oh” escape your lips when you felt him press up against the inside of your thigh.

“G-Grayson...” Your face flushed. He bent down to nibble at your earlobe.

“Let me make you feel good.”

Your core was throbbing almost as fast as your heart pounded in your ears. God, you wanted him. You wanted him bad. But it would be wrong… and were you even ready?..

His hands drifted down your back. He gently dipped his fingers under the waistband of your sweatpants. You gripped his biceps, burying your face into his shoulder.

You couldn’t…

But when you felt his fingertips graze against the edge of your panties, you absolutely lost it, blood rushing to your face.

“Ohhh..” You groaned into his shoulder, but finally pulled away to look at him, eyes matching his.

“Okay.”

That was all Grayson needed to hear for him to grab your ass cheeks and hoist you up onto his waist. You yelped, folding your legs around his waist and wrapping your arms tight around his neck. You gasped because you could feel him in his sweats, and your crotch was basically resting on top of it.

“Ohh fuck-” but before you could get anymore embarassed, he connected your lips again, his large arms supporting your weight as you felt him begin to walk out of the kitchen.

He walked into his bedroom, kicked the door closed with his foot, and then pressed you up against the door.

“M’gonna make you feel amazing, baby girl.” He kissed your lips, then went to kiss your neck again.

“Oh god, please.” You pulled at his hair, making him growl again.

“Fuck, C’mere.” He carried you over to his bed and lowered your gently onto it, gnawing at your lip while doing so. He bent over you, kissing you so passionately you genuinely could not think straight. He crawled over you, his hands traveling up under your tank top, finding the edge of your bra. You swore he could feel your heart pounding in his fingertips.

“Is it okay if I-”

“GRAYSON!”

You jumped, shrieking at the sudden voice you had just heard.

Oh my god, who was that? Did you just get caught? What on earth were you doing-

“GRAYSONNN!”

“You have got to be FUCKING kidding me.” Grayson groaned, lowering his head onto your chest.

It was Cameron.

Your chest heaved. “I-I thought she had gone to bed?”

“Apparently not.” He grumbled, getting up and off the bed. “Lemme go deal with her, okay?”

“...’Kay.” you nodded, watching him walk out the door, and then gently close it shut.

You sat there for a few seconds, staring so hard at Grayson’s door it felt like you could burn a hole through it. Grayson’s door. And you were in Grayson’s room.

...You were in Grayson’s room.

“Oh my god.” You held your head in your hands. What were you doing? What the FUCK were you doing? Were you seriously just about to have sex with Cameron’s brother? Your heart started pounding louder than before.

Badum. Badum.

“Oh god, oh god…” You pressed a hand to your chest, trying to calm yourself down. But what the fuck were you thinking? Were you seriously thinking about losing your virginity to this person you didn’t even know?

Badum badum

Had you lost your mind? You were in no state to make this kind of decision for yourself. You were still in high school! What the fuck did you know about sex-

Badum badum badum

And what did you plan on doing, really? Were you just going to sit there while Grayson expected you to do something? You would embarrass yourself completely, you didn’t know how to do this-

Badum badum badum badum

He’d realize you weren’t able to do this, and he’d look at you weird, god you’d never be able to show your face to him-

Badumbadumbadum

You’d never be able to show your face to Cameron again, Hell you’d never be able to be seen by any of them, jesus christ you were not ready for this-

Badumbadumbadumbadum

“No, no, no…” You held your head, cradling yourself, but the pounding in your ears was only getting louder and louder-

Badumbadumbadumbadum

“No, please,” You got off of the bed, trying to clear your head. You could see where this was heading, you could already feel it-

Badumbadumbadumbadum

“No, stop,” You looked around the room, trying to focus on something, but your eyes landed on the mirror, immediately going to Grayson’s sweatshirt you were wearing.

He’s never gonna want that back now, not after you’ve worn it.

“Nonono NO!” You frantically pulled the sweater over your head and threw it onto the bed, pressing your back up against the wall farthest away from it, as if it was poisonous. But now your legs were shaking, and you had to press your hands to the wall to keep yourself from falling over. Sweat trickled down your forehead, and it felt like, the room was turning fuzzy?

Badumbadumbadumbadumbadumbadumbadum

“Fuck, no, jesus,” You could feel your chest tightening. Your back ached. You tried to breathe in, but it only came in short bursts. You started coughing and wheezing, but your only thought was:

I have to get out of here.

You followed the wall until your fingers felt the cold doorknob, twisting it and throwing the door open. You turned so fast to get out of the room your head started spinning, and your shaky arm had to grip onto the door frame to keep yourself from face planting into the floor. Your breaths were coming even shorter now, and all you knew was that you needed to get to your bag. You pushed yourself to walk as fast as you could before you smashed into a broad chest.

“Where’re you going, baby girl?” Grayson smirked.

badumbadumbadumBADUMBADUMBADUM

“G-G-Gray-”

His cocky grin immediately faded as soon as he saw your red, sputtering face. “Oh my god, Y/N, are you okay??”

You gripped onto his biceps to steady yourself. “I n-nee-d-” You started wheezing even more, and Grayson gripped onto your elbows tightly the more worried he got. “M-m-y inh-h-haler,’ Your legs finally gave out, and you toppled over into his chest. He grabbed your body, trying to keep you upright.

“Y/N are you having an asthma attack??”

You tried to nod, and he could feel you move your head against his chest.

“Jesus, fuck- Where is it??” He pulled you away from him, gripping your shoulders. “Y/N, where is your inhaler?”

“Ba-ag-- c-couch-”

“Okay, I’m going to get it, okay? I’m coming back,” He propped your shoulder up against the wall, and rushed to the living room.

Your chest hurt so bad, and you could barely breath. Your legs gave out once more, and you sank to the floor, your hands flat against the cold hardwood to try and keep yourself up.

“I GOT IT! I got it, I’m coming-” Grayson appeared in the hallway again, and seeing you on the floor only added to his fear. “No no no Y/N I’m here, I’m here!” He ran to your side and dropped to his knees.

“Y/N I got it, look up at me, come on,” He popped the lid off of your inhaler, shaking it while he propped you up with his other arm. Your eyes were hazy, sweat all over your face.

“Here, here, open your mouth for me.” You did just enough so he could place the nozzle within your lips.

“Okay, I’m gonna count to three and you’re gonna breathe in, okay?” You nodded.

“One,

Two,

Three,

Breathe.”

You inhaled, and a split second afterwards Grayson pressed the button. You let out a big sigh, the pain in your chest easing.

“You’re okay, Y/N.” Grayson gently wrapped his arms around your shaking shoulders, rubbing your arm soothingly. “You’re okay.”

Finally your breathing gradually slowed down. When you realized that you really were okay, that was when the tears started to pour down your face.

You trembled, crying into your hands as you stayed curled up in Grayson’s arms.

God, you had made such a fool of yourself.

“Y/N? Y/N, are you okay?” he pulled you up to see your face again, his worry increasing again.

You shook your head, small sobs escaping your throat. “I’m so sorry.”

Now Grayson looked angry. “Hey, look at me. Look at me.”

He tilted your chin up so his eyes met his. “You NEVER have to apologize to me, okay?” He wiped the tears off of your face with his thumb. The horrified look in your eyes hurt him so much, so he took you up in his arms again, letting you rest your head against his chest as he stroked your hair. “Never.” he whispered.

You bit your lip to stop any more tears from flooding over, balling up his t-shirt into your hands. You buried your face into the cloth, inhaling his scent that calmed you down more than you thought was possible.

You both stayed there for a while, two bodies sprawled on the floor, entangled in each other. But before you knew it your cell phone was ringing from the living room.

“Oh.” You said, pulling away from him. You looked at his eyes. You’d seen them fueled by so many different emotions already, but now they were gentle. Kind. Loving.

“I-I should get that.”

“Right.” Grayson let go of you, letting you get up and walk to the living room.

You turned the screen over. It was your sister.

You took a deep breath before answering. “Hey!”

“Hii, I’m outside.”

“‘Kay. Be out in a minute.”

You shut the phone off, throwing it into your bag with the rest of your stuff. You sighed, running your hands over your face and hair as you exhaled. You slung your bag over you shoulder, and turned around to see Grayson standing there, as if waiting for you.

“Um..” You sniffled. “My sister’s here.” You gestured towards the door.

“Oh. Okay.” Grayson scratched the back of his neck, but he didn’t move from his spot. He didn’t know if he should. Or if he could.

“Well… Bye.”

“Bye.” You walked over to the front door, gently turning the knob and pulling it open as quietly as possible. You turned back one last time to look at Grayson, who gave you a small smile and waved. You couldn’t return the smile, but you waved back to him, shutting the door closed behind you.

You exhaled.

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tags: @yourkidsfavbabysitter @melodiesforari @coxxkaty @pumkiinpasties

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eohachu · 3 years

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Post pictures of your first ever (fictional/celeb) crush to the latest one and tag five others to continue the game.

Ali tagged me, thanks. I guess 😘 @lanzhansmiles

A’ight so I’m simply taking this as an opportunity to show off my frankly impeccable taste 😌 *coughs into the crook of my elbow with my mask on and from a safe distance* More under the cut, godspeed!

I’m tagging uhh I really don’t want to expose anyone but uh. @morifinwes @ttaechwita @sunshine304 @treemaidengeek @flamingwell no pressure tho!!

Since 2006

Janina Fautz: Die Wilden Kerle, anyone?? Tbh i had a crush on quite a lot of the characters/actors but in hindsight Janina was and is the most influential one. Also probably my first ever girl crush (again, in hindsight bc it took me until 3 years ago to finally find out i’m queer lol)

Eva-Maria May: Yeah well I’m not gonna talk about where I know her from let’s say it was an incredibly bad soap opera my mom used to watch. She was one of the reasons why I went Yeah I Have Always Been Into Girls. I was pretty obsessed with her to the point where mini me secretly printed out a photo of her to look at lmaooo the signs have always been there and it’s truly amazing how I had been missing them for years

Amy Adams: Her as Amelia Earhart in Night at the Museum was also definitely a huge Thing to young me. Again, I had been completely oblivious about this crush for years

David Luiz: HAH! This is the point where we do NOT get into my football/soccer crushes bc this list would get WAYYY too long hahaha. I had to cut loads of people from my list for this post bc I develop a new celebrity crush every 5 minutes basically but yeah. David Luiz was definitely my biggest football/soccer crush out of..... everyone else

M*rvel

I don’t have a lot to say about any of them since I’m not into m*rvel anymore TFATWS makes me want to stick the tip of my toe back into m*rvel waters but otherwise NO THANKS

Sebastian Stan was, if my judgement of my archive is right, the longest highkey celebrity crush I’ve ever had. Mostly because I love Bucky a lot and he was so amazing in Captain America: The Winter Soldier. I must’ve had a crush on him for as long as I had been in the m*rvel fandom

Recent Past

some celeb crushes from last year that were all more or less short-lived tbh

Ester Expósito: As it often goes I didn’t find her spectacular in the beginning but as Élite went on I started to develop a huge crush on her. I still find her pretty hot but I’m not invested in Élite so yeah..... I have no object permanence

Mina El Hammani: Got to know her through Élite, too. She’s so incredibly beautiful. Had a hard time choosing a photo of her bc I’d stare at every single one for ages. Wow.

Danger Days!Gerard Way: Hah! The ones of you who’ve been following me for longer might remember my posts about wanting to dye my hair neon red. Well, him’s the reason and also clinical depression. Ended up with natural red/ginger bc my hair is too thin for bleaching lel. ANYWAY

Maxence Danet Fauvel: Pretty short-lived crush from my Skam days

Ramy Moharam Fouad: So Ramy has a brother, Tamino-Amir Moharam Fouad, who makes INCREDIBLE music. Ramy made some of his music videos (directed them? not sure), that’s how he came to my attention. Idk man he’s just so incredibly beautiful.... gives me a hint of genvy, too......

Janelle Monáe: Became a fan when Make Me Feel came out, listened to the entire album for days and eventually inevitably crushed on her

Lera Abova: Saw her in ANИА and fell in love. I screamed to my friends for weeks about how she was the most beautiful human being I’d ever seen etc etc. Eventually my crush went away mostly, but I still think she’s stunning

Keiynan Lonsdale: Keiynan said FUCK gender and I said 😍😍😍 and that’s all you need to know.

Current

*deep breath* alright let’s gooo

Bright (Wachirawit Chivaaree): Crushed on him for as long as I watched 2gether/Still 2gether lmao. I still like him a lot and sometimes lose my mind over him but I’m not exceptionally Thirsty™

Tul (Pakorn Thanasrivanitchai) and Max (Nattapol Diloknawarit): If you search either of them on tumblr you will have to scroll for a long, long time to find seperate photos of them. However, I’m not patient enough so here we are. Re: Tul, actually I want to copy/paste what Ali said bc DAMN a man who is confident about his masculinity and sexuality really is kinda hot. Same goes for Max tbh. Also Max’ lips look so soft I [redacted]

Lukas von Horbatschewsky: Also known as Lukas Alexander. He did an amazing job in Druck and he’s just a person I admire in general. As one of the few out trans actors in Germany, he had a main role as a trans boy in Druck and also co-wrote Druck’s seasons 5 and 6. He’s just a huge role model to me and, apart from that, Big Crush Material (h i s e y e s)

Li Wei: Someone suggested him as Hua Cheng for the TGCF live action and my life hasn’t been the same since. While I’m open for whoever will get that role in the end, I could look at his face for hours and not get bored. Major Genvy, too.

Li BoWen and Liu HaiKuan: I will have to deal with these two in one paragraph bc LanLan bc they have the exact same effect on me which is. that they’re not 100% my type but I WILL go absolutely feral about them at regular intervals, if you know what I mean

Song JiYang: ohh honey. oh honey.......... hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I have a natural affinity for aquarius ppl and this one lives in my heart rent free. I’d even make him soup if he’d ask.

Wang YiBo: WELL HOLY SHIT. listen. LISTEN! the hype around him is 100% justified imo he really is That Bitch and I love him so so much for it. Fucking ICON

Honorary Mentions: Gender Envy

Here’s to the People I Thought I Had A Crush On But Not Quite until I learned the word Gender Envy:

Zhu YiLong: Man, this is the person who’s mainly responsible for me finding out AT ALL about not being entirely cis. The POWER he holds!!! His performance as Ye Zun in Guardian was like a breakthrough point for me which. certain people witnessed in real time hahaha oh I love this fandom!!

Zhu ZanJin: HIM. AAAH!! He’s literally so beautiful and whenever I see him I just go ZANZAN!! in my head and in the tags bc. well. hIM.

Xiao Zhan With Long Hair: Look, Xiao Zhan is always amazing but BLESS the person who made these manips. I can finally rest.

Wang YiBo: uhh what’s he doing here again?? Tbh YiBo is one of the few, if not the only person that gives me Major Gender Envy that I would also [redacted] if they asked. Do I want to be him or be with him? The answer is Yes.

I skipped the fictional characters bc I tend not to crush on them 👉👈 Instead I will just directly crush on the actors/actresses lol!

Thank you for bearing with me. As a prize, you can choose between a ladder supported forehead kiss, or a bowl of homemade soup. ❤

#[brother this took so fucking long]#[it was fun to reminisce but please never ask me to do this again ❤]#[sorry if anything doesn't make sense. i'm very tired my sleep schedule is fucked up and i have a major headache ❤]#[thanks ali for the tag it was really really fun!]#[also i think it's kinda sexy of me not to be ashamed of any of these. does therapy work? maybe so]#about #tag game #ali tag #r.txt

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jeongyunhoed · 4 years

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Past-Present-Future

What do you do

When everything you’ve done

Comes back to haunt you?

Group: ATEEZ

Superpowers AU!

Mutants, assassins, confronting the past! a little dive into the concept of romantic soulmates!

with OCs

Genres: Fantasy, Supernatural, Adventure, Angst, Implied smut, Fluff, Gen

Flashback-heavy

Featuring mentions of: Park Jihoon (solo), Chanyeol, Dean, Zelo

Warnings: Blood, gore, death, violence, character deaths

She has lived with guilt. Slowly remembering details of her checkered past when interned at a sanitarium years ago. The sudden reemerging of a person she remembered dying and the resurgence of a powerful crime syndicate will have her trying to walk the line between the person she has become and the person she was once destined to be.

A/N: I wasn’t sure if I wanted to post this at all, but I guess it’s worth a try to increase my works on this platform again. The masterlist for this will be up shortly once I figure out/try and make a good graphic. Keyword: TRY (as I suck at photo editing)

Chapter 1.

“As of today, the seven of you will become a unit, a covert unit. To put it simply, if I want someone killed, you will do it for me, if I want people killed, you will do it for me, if I want information, you will retrieve it for me, all in all, if I want something, you will get it for me, I am good they are bad,” A woman, whose face was obscured in the dark, told the seven people - six men and one woman, all of whom had vacant expressions and were staring into space.

They were lined up in a padded room, a secret room in the sanitarium that doubled as a training room from the shelves upon shelves of sharp weapons on display at the very end of the room. She knew they could hear her, they just couldn’t speak.

“Kim Hongjoong, Park Seonghwa, Jeong Yunho, Song Mingi, Jung Wooyoung, Choi Jongho, and,” A man said this time, his face also obscured in the dark, reciting each of their names before rounding on the sole woman in the lineup of people wearing sanitarium uniforms. “Lee Mirae,” the man was smirking in the dark. “The future of our program, you will lead this unit, your progress from all the training these past few years has been exceptional, near-perfect, I would like to think.”

Mirae said nothing. “Quite an impressive one you are, Lee Mirae,” The woman spoke again. “It’s almost as if you were born for this kind of job. Changseok, what do you think? She is the most successful one we’ve trained under the program, right?”

“Quite right, honey. Lee Mirae, you are the most successful experiment in this program of ours. It’s not hard to see why, you were born with the mutant gene,” The man seemed to stare at her. “Your own parents didn’t realize your true potential when they interned you in here, but consider this as a way to lead you to what you are destined to be. The most-feared mercenary the world has ever known. The mere sight of you will bring even the most powerful people to their knees, begging you to spare their lives.”

Mirae still said nothing. Like the others, she could hear them, she just couldn’t speak. “You will be pulled out whenever we have a mission for you. This will entail traveling to faraway parts of the world. While you’re all built to be killing machines, I don’t think any of you are invulnerable to harm. But don’t worry, after every mission, upon returning, you will all be subject to electroshock therapy. Just enough to make you forget what you’ve done, where you went, and whom you might have killed,” The woman spoke again.

They could hear her. They just couldn’t speak. “You are all ready for your first mission. It’s in Busan. You will be briefed on the way. It’s time to open Pandora’s Box.”

The seven of them twitched in their places. As the man known as Changseok began to repeat the last two words, the seven of them continued twitching, tilting their heads as if hearing something that hurt their ears. It sounded like nails on a chalkboard, forks scratching ceramic plates. When Changseok stopped, all of them stood still, a blank look in their eyes as if in a trance. “Remember, regardless of the weapon you pick, you are the true weapon.”

Seoul. 9:00 p.m. Present day.

Five years have passed since the Seoul attack that changed everything. Almost everyone that was part of trying to stop it was gone, either dead or missing. Lee Mirae stared at the rain tapping on the windows of her apartment. It was now four years since the Utopian cult, the encounter that gave her a rude awakening, the encounter that made everything seem like a lie, the encounter where she lost her adoptive brother Jihoon. There was a memorial in place for the lives lost during those times, placed on the site where the Center for Paranormal Research once stood.

This was no longer the place she once knew. Even the brightest colors from the lights by the river seemed to have a grey, almost black tinge to it all. For some reason, the place she called home was no longer as bright as she knew it to be. It was a lot darker, and it wasn’t only because of the constant dark clouds hanging over the city, but it was also because the crime rate was still at its highest. Gangs were rampant all over. Law enforcement couldn’t be trusted. It wasn’t hard for Mirae to realize how much things weren’t so bright and cheerful since the Seoul attack. It was never bright and cheerful. She just wasn’t paying much attention.

Mirae was a mutant, and had the ability to manipulate energy. She turned the smallest things into extremely explosive projectiles, and she often did it with a deck of cards. Being an omega-level mutant, the fullest extent of her powers allowed her to turn into an energy being, aside from a healing factor that made her almost immortal, and it also slowed down her aging process. She was a fighter, gifted with many forms of combat, and she was often told by her adoptive brother that no one could beat her in any way, but she knew that wasn’t true nor was it going to be true. She often used a steel bo staff made for her by Junhong, one of the surviving tech guys from the attack, who also took it upon himself to make changes to some of her things, including her car and the windows of both her apartment and the record store she owned and operated.

Her powers didn’t stop there. From the two big events that shook the city came her ability to trap souls into objects, usually her cards. This also resulted in a white streak in her hair that she never bothered covering up, not even when she tried to dye her hair.

She heard the door open and turned around. It was her half-brother, Choi San, coming back from getting take-out at the nearest restaurant. San was a mutant like her, and was also gifted with the ability to manipulate energy, only he channeled it through his harpoon. His healing abilities were just as strong as hers, granting him near-immortality. San was also skilled in combat, and when they reunited, he was working as a mercenary for hire. He still was one. Like her, he also had a streak in his hair, a purple one that seemed to cover up the white that formed upon using his powers to their fullest extent.

Mercenary. The mere word made her shake her head. That wasn’t her. If it was, then it was the old her. She was no longer under the control of her Utopian cult. The trigger was gone, taken out of her head. She knew this well. She was the one who drove the sword into the leaders of that cult, her own adoptive parents.

“I’ve come back bearing meat, I figured we could grill some over the stove for dinner tonight” He said, holding up a black plastic bag. San tilted his head. “You had another dream, didn’t you?” He figured.

“Yeah,” Mirae let out an exasperated sigh. She had trouble sleeping, knowing that her dreams would present her flashes of memories from her time at the sanitarium. Only this time, the memories she would have would lead her to wake up in tears as those memories were of Jihoon. Jihoon, whom she promised to protect with her whole life when he got out, whom she practically raised, and whom she ultimately failed to save.

“What was it this time?” San asked, already bringing out a griddle pan to pan-fry the meat instead.

“The first mission I had, or at least that’s what it sounded like, the usual stuff,” She replied, setting the table while he cooked the meat.

San’s expression turned into that of concern as he glanced at her. It made him wonder how he could somehow help her get out of this, out of her inability to sleep. “I could get you sleeping pills if you need it,” He said carefully.

“Thanks, but no thanks. Whether or not I take them, I still have those dreams,” Mirae shook her head, helping him out with cooking this time.

“Hasn’t Junhong… tried to come up with something to help you? What about your friends? Chanyeol? Hyuk? Have they thought of helping you?” San’s tone was becoming increasingly concerned.

“How can they? Hyuk’s not that powerful a telepath, what can Chanyeol do, burn my head? Ino… well, he’s too caught up in trying to manage his own powers to even try and help out other people,” Mirae answered. “Even if they tried, when the trigger was taken out of me, the psychic block in my head grew stronger, they can’t read my mind even if I wanted them to.”

San frowned. He hated that he couldn’t do anything to help her either. “I hear you crying in the middle of the night sometimes,” he said, partly wondering if it was the right time to point it out. “At first I thought you were crying because you missed Jihoon, but over time I realized it was something else,” He quickly turned the meat over in time before one side burned.

“I will always miss him. But every time I go to sleep I’m always haunted by what happened to me before,” Mirae muttered. “I’ll be fine, San. Really, I’ll be fine, I can cope with it,” She assured him. “Maybe some sparring will help clear my head. Want to spar with me later?”

“Will you let me win this time?” San teased, in an effort to lighten the mood.

“I can’t promise you that,” Mirae teased back.

“I thought you said you were training yourself?” Mirae asked later on in the training room down the hall from their apartment later that night. She managed to put San down on the mat in less than a minute during their first try.

“I was!” San argued, sounding frustrated as he got back up on his feet. “You’re just that good!” He pointed out, charging towards his sister, who easily blocked every strike he made while he did the same yet with a few maneuvers later, he was back down on the mat.

“That’s not true, you’re probably just not training enough,” Mirae pointed out, helping him back up.

“Hey! I really was!” San got back up. “Maybe we should just go through the obstacle course kind of training instead,” He said. Although he was frustrated at how he never seemed to be able to one-up Mirae, he couldn’t stay frustrated for long. He wanted to help her clear her head and he was determined to make it happen, even if it was at his own expense.

“Deal. I would never fight you anyway, unless you need to because I might be hypnotized or something,” She assured him, flipping one of the switches to start the courses in front of them. Several dummies were already positioned at the end along with spiked gauntlets that were rotating.

When Mirae flung a few cards towards the dummies in front of her, it signaled San to attack as well, his harpoon gun piercing through the dummy head and as the arrow pulled back, the head was nearly ripped off. The two of them rolled over to either side of the room, picking up the nearest weapon they could get their hands on: Mirae, her staff and San with a pair of nunchaku.

They attacked the spiked gauntlets at the same time with their weapons, kicks, and punches. Their attacks seemed incredibly effortless and precise. San smiled to himself at how they attacked at the same time, and he could tell Mirae was smiling as well, some blood staining the backs of their shoes from kicking a little too hard and breaking the spikes off. When they reached the end of the course, they looked at the nearly broken down obstacles, satisfied with what they did. Mirae handed him a pair of shurikens and the two of them kicked each one towards the dummies that fell out from the ceiling. While San’s hit the dummies on the legs, Mirae’s hit them squarely on the chest and on the head.

They hit high fives. “Close enough, but we did great!” San enveloped her in a hug with one arm. “One day, I’ll hit those dummies just as good as you did” He said, eyeing the shurikens on the legs of the dummies hanging from the ceiling. “I’ve always wondered why you don’t have guns in here.”

“These weapons existed long before there were guns,” Mirae pointed out, retracting her staff. “And they’re a lot cooler to use,” She winked, making San chuckle.

“Okay then, let’s call it a night, I’ve got a game to play and we’ll clean all of this up tomorrow, don’t clean it up, let’s do it tomorrow” San pushed her towards the doors before she could object.

Mirae allowed herself to be led, still feeling the rush from their training session. As she set foot outside the room and into the hallway, she froze as she saw a tall man dressed in black from head to toe, wearing a mask and a fedora. She could tell he was looking right at her before he fled. The way he was dressed seemed familiar to her yet she didn’t know how, it felt a little too familiar as if she wore something like that before. He himself also gave off that familiar feeling.

The man fled before she tried to follow, but as Mirae ran and tried to catch up by the elevator, he was already gone. San caught up to her. “What is it?” He asked.

She shook her head. “Nothing, a stray cat got up here” She muttered. “Let’s go back inside.”

San frowned. “We could’ve taken that cat inside, gave it food, it was probably hungry” He said as they turned back to their apartment. “We could’ve even taken it in for good, like a pet” He eyed her.

Mirae shook her head again as they entered their home, taking their stained shoes off, revealing the bloodied socks they were both now sporting. She was still thinking about the man in black. Why was he so familiar to her? “You can shower first, I’ll go in after you” She said, heading to her bedroom.

“Really? Okay then, I’ll let you know when I’m done” San raised a brow, sensing that something was on her mind. Not wanting to ask further, he went straight to the bathroom.

“Remember our promise, okay?” Yunho choked, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth as Mirae tried to hold him. They were in the middle of a desert-like place, somewhere far away. “Remember it-I’ll look for you-I’ll find my way to you when either of us get out, okay?” He sputtered, looking up at her, eyes becoming glazed over.

The strong wind hit their faces but Mirae didn’t care. Hot tears were streaming down her eyes as she held him, trying her hardest to stop the bleeding coming from his side but failing. “Mirae! Get back here! Leave him!” Hongjoong was yelling as they were on their way back into the military plane, trying to get away from the larger group of what looked like soldiers that worked for their target.

“He’s a lost cause, you can’t save him, Mirae,” Seonghwa tried to pull her up but Mirae refused to budge. “You’re our leader, we’re not leaving without you” He added.

“Go with them-go with them” Yunho sputtered. “I love you, Lee Mirae. I love you. Remember that” and his eyes closed, his form collapsing under her.

More tears fell down the sides of her face as she held his lifeless body close. The pain she felt was slowly being replaced with rage, and as she saw the oncoming soldiers running towards them, about to fire their weapons, her eyes glowed red making all of them combust, exploding in front of her including the weapons they were carrying.

Seonghwa and the others stared at the scene in shock. Tears were still flowing down the sides of her face as the glow in her eyes faded. He was gone. Yunho was gone.

Mirae’s eyes shot open in the middle of the night and she sat up. An overwhelming sadness came over her and before she realized it, tears were already flowing down her face. Her hands were shaking as she sobbed into them, She had forgotten his name, but he must have been someone important to her. Whoever he was, his death felt like a heavy blow, like her heart was being broken over and over.

She had been dreaming about him a lot more lately. Mirae got out of bed and stepped out of her room, sneaking past the sofa bed that San was sleeping on and going to the kitchen. She still felt that overwhelming sadness as she took a drink of water, trying to wipe her eyes from the tears that managed to escape even as she felt like she had already cried her eyes out for the past few minutes.

The more she thought about it, the more she realized how her time at the sanitarium was more than just a blur, more than Jihoon, more than the electroshock therapy sessions she often had to go under. Mirae figured she fell in love while interned, with the guy she was dreaming about, the guy whose face she was being made to remember.

“Mirae,” San was already sitting up, looking at her with one eye open. “Are you okay?” He asked.

“Go back to sleep, I’m fine,” Mirae assured him quietly.

“It’s getting harder for me to see you like this, I can’t just go back to sleep,” San got up and made his way towards his sister. “What was it this time?”

Mirae didn’t know how she could tell him. “Someone who isn’t Jihoon, dying in front of me, I killed a lot of people in return. I can’t remember his name, but I’m remembering his face more and more.”

“Must be important to you, whoever they are” San said.

“He must be. Otherwise I wouldn’t have killed all of those people in front of us.”

San rubbed her back and wrapped an arm around her. “Like what you told me, sis. You’ll be okay. This is what’s helping you heal.”

“I hope so, San,” She looked up at him, feeling the overwhelming sadness and heartbreak again. “I hope so.”

San stayed up with her to keep her company for a little while more until she urged him to go back to sleep. Neither of them were aware that the man, dressed in black from head to toe with a mask and a fedora hat, was looking up at them from outside the building.

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Yandere/Mafia Ateez Reaction: You try escaping them

Kim Hongjoong ♡

Such a wild and free spirit you once were before Kim Hongjoong landed his eyes on you and ever since that cold winters day you were his little treasure, his little gem only he had possession of and if anybody else dared to even look at you for too long they would surely be executed, their head fed to the dogs.

You couldn't bear the thought anymore; you would often find yourself fantasizing about running away and living happily together with your s/o who he stole you from.

Maybe he was being naive not killing them off sooner or maybe it was you being naive thinking you could run away from him.

Which is why you were currently tied up watching him torture the last remaining members of your family.

Their heart-wrenching screams and cries were all you could hear along with high-pitched laughter followed by coming from the sick and twisted killer.

“See my love this is what happens when you try to leave me, you see the pain they are going through because of you? That’s exactly how I felt…It felt like all my fingers were being torn off and all I could do was wait for you to come back to me…”

Park Seonghwa ♡

Seonghwa always believed he was so good to you, he let you outside once a week or two, he made sure he purchased you the nicest leash there was.

He fed and even bathed you all while you did nothing for him in return, he was the best owner there was, any other owners would have just killed you by now due to your bratty attitude, the thought of that happening haunted him.

But you were such an ungrateful bitch; who do you think you are? Daring to leave him without a goodbye kiss.

And he had finally gone insane because of you.

Surely he already was far from normal but you were the final thread of string that kept him together, he needed you to keep himself sane before he went on another casual murder-spree.

Fuck, he even needed you to breathe properly as he kept hyperventilating wondering where you were, what if you were hurt?

To his surprise, you were perfectly fine, he was certain some bastard would have taken you and touched you in places only he was allowed to explore, even if you kept telling him otherwise he had his doubts.

So he had to make sure you were still his.

“Don’t worry darling it won’t take long or hurt, I am only going to spank you a few times! Don’t be bratty about it unless you want me to tie you up, you don’t understand how lucky you are that I am so kind towards you my love,”

Jeong Yunho ♡

He always watched over you like a hawk making sure you did nothing besides looking pretty and submissive towards him.

It would be a true miracle if you managed to escape his hold, his eyes were always watching you and his hands were always over you, your head would be cemented into his chest at night.

Some nights you would wake up from a horrible nightmare often about the man himself to only be greeted by the cause of your distress face to face, it was a real-life horror movie which didn’t have any happy scenes or an ending.

So your pathetic attempt of an escape was some sort of entertainment Yunho got from you since you really didn’t say much to him since you thought it would be better to keep your mouth shut.

But this didn’t mean he wasn’t going to punish you since all bad pets need to be punished or they just won’t learn.

His knife traced your soft skin pressing into your cheek travelling down to your collarbones until it was between your breasts, a devilish smirk plastered on his face as he carried on “training” you.

“Do you want this? Daddy, to slice your skin open as a punishment because you can’t listen? You would want that you wouldn’t you? my masochist slut,”

Kang Yeosang ♡

You left him without a trace but it only took days for Yeosang’s very skilled guards to find you hidden away in a small cabin in the woods.

As they forced you onto a chair in front of the said man as his red eyes met your exhausted ones.

He acted almost normal, as for a few minutes had passed and he had said not a single word to you, but then he couldn’t hold it in anymore as he busted like a balloon hitting a needle.

Pulling out a gun and pointed it towards himself, the cold metal rested alongside his head as he shook violently, fresh tears threatening to leave his extremely sore eyes from endless hours of crying.

“You like living in the woods now? I bet you would also like it if I blew my brains out right?! No? Then why did you leave me... tell me now before I pull the trigger, and you wouldn’t want that would you?!”

Choi San ♡

It was a bad idea for you to attempt leaving him, you never left his mansion since he believed it was far too dangerous outside for someone like you.

Which is why San was so angry.

You got hurt and you only had yourself to blame, he had ordered his men to find you in no longer than an hour unless they wanted to be killed on the spot, which they failed as they only found you three hours into the search.

His fists were clenched as he had to constantly remind himself to not hurt you too much since you were still his little baby who was already in a lot of pain due to another gang finding out about you and who you were associated with.

The sight of you was disgusting, the nice dress he had brought you was ripped in certain areas which he didn’t approve off as your lip was cut along with bruises decorating your arms and legs.

You had some explaining to do and he wanted answers soon, a couple more names would surely be added onto his hitlist.

“Tell me, baby, what did they do to you? Where did they hurt my little angel? But you are aware this would not have happened if you stayed in bed with me, I mean how stupid are you!? You are the reason behind so many deaths I hope you realise that. You do not understand how much trouble you are in! as soon as your bruises heal you will get new ones by me!”

Song Mingi ♡

He was really mad, his men were killed by him since they clearly didn’t do their job correctly, it isn’t fucking hard to watch over one single person 24/7, Mingi used to! Before he took you under his wing and claimed you as his for once and all.

He was not going to go easy on you this time, oh no you had so many chances beforehand plus you knew who he was and what he was capable of.

His large hand was wrapped around your throat as your breathing was put on a pause, his eyes held nothing inside besides rage.

The sound of fire crackling surrounded the both of you as Mingi threw his lighter to the side the small object hitting the floor smashing completely, his mansion burned slowly as all you could do was hope he would come to his senses soon and stop.

“You ungrateful bitch, who do you think you are to run away from your master? I am the reason you're still breathing to this day! Tell me your sorry and mean it unless you want to burn to ash,”

Jung Wooyoung ♡

The day started off so well, you agreed to wear one of your many collars which had his name printed on it, making Wooyoung very happy, just maybe you were accepting your fate.

Until a “rival gang” decided to ambush his mansion, he shoved you into the bathroom since it was the closest room which would be secure enough for you, as he and his men fought back, but you.

You had the perfect plan to escape from the window which would lead you to the garden, such a perfect escape route it would have been, such a shame your party was shortlived.

Of course, he knew you would escape! It was part of his plan, there was no “ambush” at all, it was all a lie to test you, to see if you were loyal to him or not.

Loyalty meant a lot towards Wooyoung and you showed no sign of it, so he was not pleased with his little toy.

“My silly little kitty, why? Wait do not tell me I already know the answer, you are just a brat. Thinking you could runaway while your husband is caught between flying bullets and you thought about leaving? You weren’t even worried about me, well my love lets see how you feel after I pay your family a visit.”

Choi Jongho ♡

Jongho is pretty changeable, sometimes he let you outside while some days he kept you tied to your shared bed so he really didn’t understand why you tried to leave him.

He was obsessed with you there was no denying it, so his once bright smile became nonexistent once he found out what you tried doing by one of his loyal guards.

He just didn’t understand you, why would you want to leave him, he had everything a person could want, anything you wanted he would give you it in a matter of minutes.

He didn’t enjoy punishing you much since his days were always busy and long, he didn’t need to make it any longer than it already was.

But sometimes you really did deserve a good beating.

“Honey~ I heard your ex call you that once, why? Why would you allow some human trash to call you that, well not to fear they are dead and have been dead for quite some time...maybe I should stop bringing up the past since it seems to hurt your feelings, but remember when I killed your father? Your face was priceless!”

my new year's resolution is to be a better active admin to this blog.

wait for me, wait for us~

this is likely to be my last post of this year, so happy Christmas everyone! please stay safe during this time of year!

not re-read/edited

written by @underchangkyun

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