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crimson-calligraphyx · 1 year

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19: Take Me First

A/N: sexual content.

There was a pounding in my head that kept coming and going. It would ricochet in my skull, quiet down for a moment or two, then come back even louder. I held my pillow over my head to muffle it, hoping whoever was at my door would assume I wasn’t home and fuck off already. They were persistent; I folded, and angrily threw my pillow across the room and clambered out of bed.

I brought a trembling hand to my head, blood rushing to it painfully as I made my way to the door. I swung it open, ready to scold whoever was at my door, until I was met with a pair of kind eyes and an overly cheery smile. “Are you… Miss Olivia Foster?” he asks, reading my name from a card. My eyebrows knit together as I skeptically confirmed my identification. The stranger holds up a bouquet of flowers, the smile never faltering from his face as he hands them to me. “Have a wonderful day, Miss,” he tells me before he nods and walks off my property.

I stared at the roses that were quaking from my unsteady hands, tears already forming in my eyes. I knew they were from Noah before I even read the card that was placed delicately between them. I felt sick to my stomach with regret after reading the note.

There’s a rose for each week you’ve been sober. 12 roses for 12 weeks. I’m so proud of you for making it three whole months.

Love always, Noah

Placing the bouquet on the counter, I held myself up by the palms of my hands as my chin hit my chest, sobbing. How could I have been stupid enough to think he would cheat on me when he goes out of his way to do things like this? He's not even here, and he still had roses delivered to my doorstep. I don’t deserve this celebration. I don’t deserve him.

Sniffling, I stood up straight and wiped under my eyes while I shook my head at myself. I sighed, rummaging through my cabinets to start my morning coffee in hopes of ridding the headache that only got worse as time went on.

As I sipped on my coffee, I couldn't keep my eyes off the roses that were taunting me for my failure from last night. They were supposed to be a symbol of accomplishment, but instead they just made me feel more and more guilty the longer I stared at them. I really needed to talk to Noah about this; I couldn't have him go on the rest of his tour being proud of me, when there wasn't anything to be proud of.

I picked up my phone and stared at his contact as I recited the words that I wanted to tell him in my head. I took a shaky breath and called him, resting my forehead in my hand while my legs bounced anxiously. I swear my heart halted the second he answered.

"Hey," his voice funneled in my ear, laced with sleep. "Did I wake you?" I asked in a small voice. I hear him yawn on the other end, "Yeah, but I was expecting it," he chuckles lightly, "did you like your flowers?" My breath got stuck in my throat as I choked on the words I needed to tell him. "Liv?" I swallowed the needles in my throat, "Yeah, I loved them. It's just...I can't accept them," I say, squeezing my eyes shut as the tears started to brim my eyes. "Of course you can, Olivia. Why wouldn't you?"

His voice was so soft, so sincere; I could just picture the shimmer in his eyes as he gazed lovingly into mine, that genuine smile playing at the corners of his lips. I wanted nothing more than to be wrapped up in his arms to feel the comfort I so desperately needed.

I sucked in another shaky breath before spewing out whatever came to mind. "I relapsed. I-I'm sorry, Noah, it was such a shitty day yesterday a-and I was overthinking and then you hung up—" "Shh, shh, Liv, it's okay. You're gonna be okay. Deep breaths," he murmurs. I was a blubbering mess, tears streaming down my face as I tried my hardest to catch my breath. "I'm so sorry, you must be so upset with me," I cried. "No, Olivia, I'm not. C'mon, deep breaths," his voice was stern, but calm. "Remember what I said about recovery?" As instructed, I took a deep breath. "I-it's not linear." "Right. There's going to be ups and downs. Let me help, walk me through it; what happened?"

As the memory of last night cycles in my mind, I became increasingly more embarrassed by my foolish actions. I bit the bullet anyway and filled him in from the very beginning. From how shitty work had been yesterday, to going to the bar because I panicked when I overheard his conversation with that fan, followed by him abruptly hanging up. He stayed silent for a moment and I braced myself for him to scold me for being so irrational.

He never did yell at me.

I could picture him combing his fingers through his hair as he sighed. "I'm sorry, Liv. I wasn't thinking when I hung up, but I'm putting myself in your shoes now and... I can understand why you would think that." "You have nothing to be sorry for, Noah," I croaked, my throat raw from crying. "I'm the fucking moron thinking you'd cheat on me when you go out of your goddamn way to show me how much you care." "Hey, enough with the negativity towards yourself, Olivia," he warns. "We're human, we're not perfect, we make mistakes. You are not a moron; you have trauma from what your ex did to you. I understand why your mind went there, and I'm not mad. Okay?" I shake my head and sniffle, "I don't get it. How can you be so understanding?" He scoffs, "For starters, I love you—that right there is more than enough of a reason. But did you happen to forget I went through my own trauma? I understand, Olivia. Our brains do crazy shit because of that."

I nodded to myself as I chewed on my bottom lip, processing his words. "I wish you were here. I miss you so much," I whispered sadly. "I know, love. I miss you, too. Just a little while longer; I'll be home next Sunday. I'll make it so it was like I never even left," he chuckles. I snorted with doubt, "Yeah, sure, good luck with that." "Don't doubt my ways, Olivia," he coos, and it sends a shiver down my spine. "It's a promise I intend to keep. In the meantime, eat a nice breakfast, run yourself a bath, do whatever you can to keep yourself occupied." "Okay," I agreed, nodding shallowly to myself. "I'm sorry for starting your morning off in a shitty way." "You didn't. I missed waking up to the sound of your voice." I could hear the smile in his words, causing my heart to flutter. "Anyway, go enjoy your morning. You need me, you call, okay?" "I will. I love you, Noah. Thank you for everything." "I love you, too, Liv. Don't forget it," he scolds me playfully.

When we ended our conversation, I did exactly what he told me to. I made myself a hearty breakfast and basked in the morning sun on the patio as I enjoyed another cup of coffee, followed by a nice, long bath.

After another painful week at work, I somehow found the energy to tidy up my condo. It wasn't a mess per say, but there were dishes that needed to be washed and the rug needed to be vacuumed from all the dirt I tracked around with my work boots. I had just been so tired from working extra hours due to losing an employee that I would come home, make myself something to eat, and veg out on the couch.

I may have been a little lazy, but at least I wasn't drinking. That's the important thing.

After I put the vacuum away and left the dishes to dry, I threw my laundry in the wash and wrapped myself in my bathrobe. I did what any normal person does after a deep clean of their home and lit a candle in my bedroom, admiring how the area seemingly sparkled. I mentally praised myself and headed towards the bathroom to start a shower, stopping midway when I heard a knock at the door.

I furrowed my brows in confusion, not expecting any visitors, and headed over to see who it was. When I opened the door, I barely let out a gasp before I was swept off my feet, right into Noah's welcoming embrace. I clung onto him, arms around his neck and legs around his waist as he leaned me up against the nearest wall and planted his lips on mine in a heated kiss.

"Noah," I breathed, "what are you doing here? You were supposed to come home tomorrow." "Showing you how much I missed you," he mumbles against my lips before taking my bottom lip between his teeth. I groaned lightly as he pressed his hips against me firmly and pinned my hands above my head. He trails his lips down my jaw, down my throat, grazing his teeth against my skin along the way. He hums against my neck as he brings his mouth below my ear, nipping before he lightly sucks the sensitive area.

With the hand that wasn't holding my wrists, he finds the tie to my robe and tugs on it, revealing my nude body. I shiver as the air crawls against my skin, his fingertips delicately trailing up my side. "Any particular reason you're wearing a bathrobe?" he asks lowly, his breath tickling my ear. "I was getting ready to take a shower," I whispered, having a hard time finding my voice as his actions clouded my mind. "I see," he muses, teasing the side of my breast with his fingers.

He slowly traces my nipple, earning a quiet moan from me. "Would you like to take that shower first?" My throat goes dry; I swallow in hopes of finding an answer. When I don't, he starts to sink his hand lower until he reaches my navel, sending heat to the pit of my stomach with anticipation. He quirked an eyebrow, a smug smirk on his face as he waits for my response. "No," I finally rasped, "I want you to take me first." He chuckles, seeming to like my answer as he releases his hold on my hands. I shake the blood back into them when I feel the pins and needles weighing them down.

I drop my legs from him when he begins to lower himself to his knees, taking his time to kiss down my body in the process. He hovers by my waist, his breath tickling me as he kisses each hip bone before hooking my leg over his shoulder. He leers up at me; dark, seductive eyes piercing me as he nips my inner thigh, sending a shiver down my spine. He inches his mouth further up my thigh and bites down with a bruising force, causing me to yelp. "Sorry," he whispers, kissing the area, "let me make you feel better."

My breathing hitches as he inches closer to my center agonizingly slow, halting just before he reached my sex. I whine, throbbing from the need that wasn't being met. "Noah, you're making this incredibly hard." "Funny, you're making me incredibly hard." Heat rises to my cheeks at his words, leaving me speechless. He hums with amusement, flicking his tongue across my clit. I gasped, involuntarily bucking my hips forward. He takes the opportunity to dive right in, running his tongue through my slick folds.

He begins swirling his tongue around my bud; I fisted his hair as I threw my head back against the wall from the sensation. My eyes squeezed shut as he continued his attack on me, keeping true to his word of making me feel better. He grips my thigh, holding me to him as he savored me, humming along as he went. I let out a mewl as he enters a finger inside me, moaning louder when he adds a second and slowly curls them against my walls.

I could feel the leg I was balancing on start to shake, losing the strength to hold myself up. "Noah," I panted, "you've gotta stop. I'm gonna fall." He mumbles 'uh-uh' against me, disregarding my warning. He pulls his mouth away briefly to mutter, "I'll catch you." I whimpered when he resumed, bringing my clit into his mouth, and sucking on it as he thrusted his fingers inside me harder. I felt myself start to slip down the wall slowly as the ecstasy began to take over my body, weakening my muscles. "Noah," I called out again, planting my hands against the wall in an attempt to stop me from slipping further. "I'm seriously gonna fall."

He moans against me with enjoyment, curling his fingers in just the right way, beckoning for my climax. I cursed as my whole body quaked, the heat spooling within me releasing as he continued to drive his fingers in me, lapping up my orgasm. He braces me against the wall by my hips, his tongue never slowing until I was a whimpering mess before him.

He eases off gradually, those enticing eyes staring into me as he smirks and licks his lips clean of my mess. “I told you I’d catch you,” he says sardonically. I shook my head at him, chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. “Unbelievable,” I mustered to say. He stands after making sure I found my footing. “Best believe it, love,” he says cheekily, “I’m not entirely sure you know how much I’ve missed you.” He palms my face with both hands, planting his mouth on mine before I even had time to process his words.

He guides me back to my room, sitting me on my bed after slipping my robe off my shoulders. His lips never left mine as he clumsily kicked his shoes off and fumbled with his belt, eventually dropping his pants. He breaks away from our kiss just long enough to pull his shirt over his head and toss it before reconnecting with me. He deepens the kiss by nipping my bottom lip, his tongue gaining access to mine. With our tongues dancing around one another, my hands found his hair, digging my nails into his scalp as I began to lie down, bringing him with me.

He groans, raking his nails lightly down my sides and down to my legs before he palms them aggressively, his fingertips digging into me. As he straightens up, he yanks me back, causing me to drop my arms to hold myself up by my elbows as I laughed with surprise. He smirks, bringing my right leg up to his shoulder as he ran his length through my folds, lubricating himself while teasing me—I watch his eyes flutter shut, a sigh passing his lips as he does so.

I moaned as he gradually enters me, adjusting as he stretched me out. He gives me slow, calculated strokes as he gazed at me with those mesmerizing eyes. "Oh, God, I've missed you," he whispers against my lips as he leaned down, my leg slipping off his shoulder and settling over his hip. "I missed you more," I mumbled, bringing a hand to his face to connect our lips.

I relished the feel of our lips syncing together, the feeling of his skin against mine as our bodies moved together. My hands roamed his back, kneaded into his hair, wanting him closer, needing him closer. I wanted to absorb every bit of him, have it soak into my skin and quench the thirst I had for him.

He breaks away from my lips, pecking my nose, my forehead, and my cheeks before he stands back up. I whine as he readjusts; he brings both of my legs up onto his shoulders before he buries himself in me, all the way to the hilt. I moaned out as I felt him at a different angle, unable to move as his thrusts picked up in pace. "Fuck, Noah," I breathe out as I clung to his arms, digging my nails into his inked skin.

I hear him chuckle, clearly enjoying the way I was reacting because of him. "Feel good?" he asks, his voice low and seductive as he continues to rock his hips into mine. Before I could even answer, he leans down again, my legs now pressed flush against my chest and pushing the air out of my lungs. I felt his breath against my lips as he panted, just a mere centimeter away from me, teasing me as I craved his mouth against mine. I craned my neck, trying to connect our lips but he jerks his head away.

"I asked you a question, Olivia." I nodded. He bucked his hips aggressively one last time before he halted. "Out loud, Olivia." I gasped at the sudden depth, nodding again. "So good," I squeaked. He smirks, rewarding me with a quick kiss before he rights himself once more and pulls my legs together. He wraps his arms around them, now thrusting into me almost animalistic. "Fuck!" I groaned, throwing my head back against the mattress and fisted my sheets as I laid there and took it.

I could start to feel the tension in me begin to pull tight as he continuously struck the spot that would eventually tip me over the edge. He could tell by my legs shaking in his arms that I was nearing my peak as he tells me to touch myself. "What?" I gasped out, lifting my head to look at him. "Touch yourself, Liv," he growls as his thrusts started to become sloppy. "I'm close, but I want you to finish first."

Frozen by his words, he grabs my right hand for me and places it on my pelvis and ceases his movements until I oblige. I swallow when his eyes silently demand me and began running my fingers through my wetness and rolling slow circles over my clit. I sighed as he resumes his strokes, both sensations rapidly building my climax.

It doesn't take long before I let go, trembling underneath him as he carried me through my orgasm with his thrusts. He drops my legs as he continued grinding his hips into mine, lowering himself to catch my lips with his as I moaned loudly into his mouth. Our lips synced together sloppily, the both of us panting.

He breaks away and drops his head, grunting in my ear as he presses his hips firmly against mine, releasing inside me. He draws out and pushes back in slowly a few times, tapering off his climax. After a moment of him trying to catch his breath, he picks his head back up and gazes at me longingly. He brings his hand up to my face, caressing my cheek while brandishing a gentle smile. I nuzzle my face against his palm, mirroring his smile as I wrapped my arms around him and held him to me.

"So," he breaks the silence, "how 'bout that shower?" I laugh, shaking my head at him. "Later; you wiped me out." He chuckles as he kisses the tip of my nose. "Okay," he then rolls off of me, scooping me into his arms, "I didn't want to let you out of this bed, anyways." I laid my head on his chest, sighing peacefully as I listened to the sound of his heartbeat. "Fine by me," I mumbled, closing my eyes as the rhythm I missed dearly relaxes me.

He hums with amusement, rubbing my upper arm. "Did I express how much I missed you well enough?" "Nope," I answer flatly, stifling a chuckle. "Oh, really?" he asks sarcastically, "I could always express it further, if you're still doubting me." My eyes flew open when I felt him start to roll on top of me, my head sliding off his chest and onto the mattress. Giggling, I pressed my hands against his chest as he playfully smiles down at me, "Noah, I'm kidding!" He chuckles, kissing my forehead before returning us to our original positions. "Welcome home," I say, snuggling myself into him. He squeezes me, "Happy to be home."

|Chapter 20|

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sundropdandelion · 9 months

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Love Like You: Rohan Kishibe and Daughter Reader

Chapter Three: Let Me Take You Home Tonight

Everyone in Morioh and beyond knew that once Rohan had his mind fixated on a task, it was just about impossible to tear him away from it; and he himself knew this, as he knew that the Morioh sky blushed gold when happy and furrowed clouds when angry or mellow. Yet distraction did what it does best to Rohan as he drove, for he could feel the gaze of the little girl in the back seat clinging to him like a frightened newborn to her mother.

Rohan made direct eye contact with (Y/n) using the rearview mirror. He did so several times, and every time he did (Y/n) jumped, gasped, and directed her gaze elsewhere in a way that made it look like she had just been scolded.

“(Y/n)? Is there anything you need?” Rohan asked, to which no answer was received.

Rohan sighed and drummed his fingers against the steering wheel. He thought of ways to ease (Y/n)’s nerves, scanning the passerby world outside of the car for ideas. He spotted cafés bundled like bouquets and was ready to suggest a bite to eat until checked in on (Y/n) again while mumbling, “right, she’s much too sick to be going out.”

He saw that she had fallen asleep, but it was barely a long-lived slumber, nor a peaceful one. She curled into herself in the backseat, fetal position, and dreamed of a suitable world she had known not of until her eye was pried open by the cold claws of fear.

(Y/n) flinched and whimpered and held a sudden alertness. Memories of the hour prior came flooding back, and fear’s companions, confusion and sorrow, too clouded her mind. Afterward she became hauntingly still, unsure of what to make of herself or her situation.

But that all changed when a herd of cherry blossom petals galloped past (Y/n)’s window; and Rohan, catching it like the wings of a hummingbird, saw a crescent-moon smile welcoming itself onto (Y/n)’s face.

“Morioh’s quite the lovely town, isn’t it?” He said, his attempt at making (Y/n) feel safe. She turned towards him, intrigued. “I moved here shortly after my manga grew in popularity, when I was able to afford a home more suitable for myself and my work. Why don’t you look around, see the things that make me proud to call Morioh my home?”

For the first time (Y/n)’s vision widened like curtains in a castle unveiling the sun of a new day; the scenery was like the words to start off a spell; and the citizens, even more enchanting, were the spell finally cast, a spell that, later down the road, would make (Y/n) see that Morioh is her true home:

A boy the same age as she weaved through a crowd with a camcorder in hand, occasionally pausing to adjust the yellow hat on his head. Not far ahead of him a man—and the only man like him on earth-–pulled out…ice cream cones from his suitcase? Across the street, a woman with flowing black hair greeted another woman holding a book of fairy tales in front of a beauty salon, while several feet away two short guys were in a heated argument about who spilled juice on a manga. An odd-looking boy counted his yen coins under a tree that was a hop, a skip, and a jump away from a man living in a transmission tower, and further down the road a chef waved goodbye to a family of five leaving his restaurant: a quite intimidating man dressed in white, a young girl with butterfly clips in her green braids and strings wrapping her wrists holding his hand and the hand of a woman dressed in pink, and an elderly man straggling behind with a baby in his arms. And up on a telephone pole was another boy her age with a hole in his cheek reaching for an apple in a tree.

In front of a convenience store called Owson stood three students chatting and laughing with each other. (Y/n) couldn’t help but giggle at them for different reasons: one had such a unique hairstyle, the one to the right of him was so short it was nearly comical, and the one to the left had an overall enthusiastic demeanor. Their good-natured spirits rubbed off on the girl, and she shyly waved toward the students before switching between seats to view a whole new world.

“Oh!” she exclaimed, her voice sounding the healthiest it’s been all day, “what’s that over there?”

“(Y/n),” Rohan scolded, “can you please not move around so much? Buckle up and stay put.”

Thereupon (Y/n) sulked at his tone of voice and did as she was told. “I-I’m sorry, sir…”

Rohan softened, realizing that he may have sounded too harsh. “It's alright, (Y/n); I understand that this is all so new to you; I just wouldn’t want you to get hurt in case of an acci— ngh! ”

A powerful roar whizzed by them, and Rohan slammed on the brakes. Luckily his seat was pulled up, so (Y/n) didn’t bump her head against it as she had the night prior.

“(Y/n), are you OK?”

She nodded then looked behind her to find the source of the noise. She spotted a man speeding down the road on a motorcycle with three young ladies holding onto him tightly. The quartet screamed and shouted from excitement as he did a wheelie, disappearing behind the hill, his motorcycle echoing through the wind.

“If there is one thing Morioh lacks, its citizens who don’t get under my skin,” Rohan said, though it sounded like he was speaking more to himself than (Y/n). “There are a few good ones, mind you, but for every good Morioh citizen there are at least two morons…”

He continued to grouse, and to the best of her ability (Y/n) tried to see his point of view; but when she thought back to that specific crowd of people she passed by just moments ago, she felt in her heart that her new home was a wonderful town called Morioh.

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(Y/n) never imagined that architecture could hold a sense of pride, yet there in front of her stood the Kishibe residence, radiating with pride from the inside out. The windows of the other homes always reflected the sun towards the mansion like a sideways glance, jealous of what they could have been: a Queen Anne style home with a balcony to see all of Morioh, individualistic with is asymmetry yet unified with its colors, with corner towers that could create stars by poking the night sky. It was clear to (Y/n) that it was a house suitable for only the wealthy, the robust, and the confident.

And that was exactly why (Y/n) suddenly felt overwhelmed.

She froze at the front steps, feeling the excitement evaporating from her soul; she badly wanted to venture into the house to explore, but her fear of tainting his perfect home held her back.

“The door is open for a reason, you know.”

(Y/n) snapped out of her thoughts. “Huh? Oh, I’m sorry! I was…I was just…I don’t know; I’m sorry…” Her voice trailed off, and she was about to step inside until Rohan placed a hand on her shoulder. (Y/n) flinched, and recalling what had happened back at the hotel, the mangaka quickly pulled his hand away.

“Are you feeling alright? You were much more bouncy and peppy in the car.”

(Y/n) turned to face Rohan, presenting him with a calming yet lying smile. “I’m OK, I guess I shouldn’t have moved around so much in the car…”

Rohan folded his arms. “Are you sure it's nothing else?”

“Yes, sir! I’m OK!”

The falseness in her smile grew.

Rohan sighed, “Alright, let’s just head inside so I can get everything set up for your stay.”

“Yes, sir!”

“And (Y/n)?” Rohan said sternly.

“Oh, yes, sir?”

A pollen-covered bumblebee crawled out of a flower, catching Rohan’s attention. He looked back once it flew off. “Don’t call me sir; it doesn’t feel right.”

“Oh, I’m sorry! Um…”

Rohan raised an eyebrow. (Y/n) intertwined her fingers together, licking her lips as she asked, “May…may I call you Papa?”

Rohan bit his bottom lip and looked away once more. The bumblebee had returned, turning over in a patch of woodruff. He observed the shape of its legs and the texture of its fuzz, taking mental notes for future use. When he turned back he saw (Y/n) lean in from anticipation, though he never looked her directly in the eye.

“...Call me Rohan-Sensei.”

(Y/n) remained silent. The air had turned its back, pretending to not have seen the awkwardness of the situation. With a heavy head and a shut eye to hold back tears, (Y/n) followed Rohan into the house. He, in contrast, peeped his head out of the door one last time to get one last look at the bumblebee.

It was gone once again.

Introduction: https://www.tumblr.com/sundropdandelion/720403229648748544/love-like-you-rohan-kishibe-and-daughter-reader?source=share

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feather-rose · 1 year

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Obito’s pep’s talks. Part 4

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Obito( Comes out from the counter and looked down at his younger cousin who blushed up, a bit.): Seriously, Sasuke. You need to get your shit together and talk to this girl!

Sasuke(Looks away from his goofy cousin, annoyed): Well, it’s not that--

Obito(Slaps him on the back which it almost made feel like he chocked out his air.): Be a man! Not a pussy!

Sasuke(Looks back at him when he tried to find his breath with wide eyes): I’m not a pussy!

Obito(Gives him a push onto his shoulder, still looking confident.): Get your shit together! Wanna see an example? Just watch me!( Goes out of the music store, looking all confident with a snort, and grabs the first dozen of roses bouquet that was left on a table and to where a huge muscular guy whose back was turned as he was texting or something and walks back to an perplexed Sasuke, whom started up at him, all widen up.)

Obito: There you go!( Drops the red dozen roses onto his cousin whom kinda felt and still felt shaken)

Sasuke(Almost lost his foot over the heavy red roses bouquet onto his hold.): Argh..Just--W--What the heck?

Obito(Still confident he did the good way.): Yeah, yeah, you can thank me later, dude!

Sasuke(Confused over this point): Roses? I’m not even sure she likes roses--

Obito:( Waves off) Don’t matter, you just go and spit your heart out--

Sasuke( Sweat dropped, here as his eyes looked up as he stared at someone else with shock): Obito--

Obito( Put his fists onto his hips with a proud and huge grin): Trust me, dude! I’m always right! The Obito’s pep talks are always right!!

Until he felt someone ponking up onto his shoulder and whirls around until his happy grin dropped down when he looked up at the person behind him....

Or more sweat dropped when he looked over the guy’s huge shoulders and biceps, and not to forget the guy didn’t looked so happy. Kinda like the Arnold Schwarzenegger’s angry face and strength..

Or more his big punch..

.......

Much later at the hospital..

Rin(Sighs): Seriously Obito, what were you thinking?

Obito:( All wrapped like a mummy from head to toe as he was lying onto the bed with both legs and arms leved up.) I’ve tried to help a pussy guy..( Grunts with pain..) Oww..

Rin(Put her ists onto her hips with an accusing stare at her stupid and goofy boyfriend.): You mean Sasuke?

Obito(Defends himself a bit too loudly): That pussy guy has no guts when it comes to women, heck. Even that Hyuuga girl had more guts when she finally asked that Uzumaki guy on a date, after it been a lifetime....

Rin(Not impressed): Seriously? Hinata had asked you for advice?

Obito(Nods): Yup! I know what I’m good at! I’m cupid myself!( Tries to move but moaned onto the bed as Rin just shook her head, with defeat.)

Rin(Still not impressed): Not so sure when it came to Arnold Schwarzenegger’s big punch..

Obito:( looks back at Rin with an frown): Just give me my juice!

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pbandjesse · 2 years

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We accomplished so much today. It feels really good. Somehow I am still fighting feeling like I didn't do enough. But we did enough. We see on a great track. And I have to keep reminding myself of that.

I slept s lot better last night. I stayed up talking at James once they got home from the game. The ravens won and they were able to get home right before midnight. We talked about a lot of the stuff that's been giving me stress. And it let me sleep easier.

I woke up and was feeling alright. Me and James laid together in bed for a long while. And we weren't in a rush to get up. But eventually we did. There were things to do.

James would handle a lot of stuff. I would be a little cold and would have trouble getting going.

I got dressed though and just felt so cute. I had a little snack breakfast. And we started knocking stuff off the to do list.

In the end we got about 11 things off the list. Some more solidifying if jobs. Final packing of decorations. Alcohol ordered. Final paperwork for the caterer. It was just one after the other.

Eventually I wanted to go get lunch. I also wanted to get dried plants for bouquets. So we looked to see what Aldi's were close to lunch places.

We ended up at IHOP. And while our lunch was really nice, the Aldi was a bust. It was kind of a shitty one. So I asked James if we could go to Lidel instead because those are all know. And James said of course.

And it worked out really well. We did get a little turned around because Google thought a street existed that didn't (because there was new construction on the college). But we figured it out. And it was a brand knew store. Almost all the Lidels are really nice and this one was extra nice in my opinion. They didn't have dried lavender, but they did have grains! And so I would mix that with the lavender I already had at home and just made some great seasonal bouquets for my bridesmaids. And I'm super excited for how they will look.

When we got home I made a huge less putting those together. I used a rubber band to secure each bundle and then wrapped them in a nice twine I had. I like that wheat and lavender have symbolic meaning. And I am just very proud of them.

James helped me vacuum up all the plant bits. It made the living room smell nice.

James wanted to go for a little bike ride. So after they left to get some sun, I finished the packing up organizing totebag system for decorations I have come up with. And then it was time to catch up on my knitting.

I had been very bad about it the last couple days. And so I had 6 rows to do. But I did them all. And I enjoyed laying under my blanket. I think I will do one again next year. I think I want to do a grey scale one though. I think that would be really cool.

James got back here and once they cleaned up we laid in bed and watched tiktoks for a long time.

Eventually we ordered pizza for dinner. And James walked to pick it up. And also picked up our friend Lane! She needed to print some stuff because she has to fly to Canada in the morning. She will be back for the wedding. But work is work.

It was so nice seeing her. She had to work on those documents and James was finishing laundry and I was eating pizza. I was just really happy to have someone over. I miss when we had people over all the time.

She did have to leave eventually though. And me and James had a phone call with our dj, Yonah, and he was so sweet. I was a little less prepared then I expected. A little nervous about my music tastes. But also he was so warm and nice that it didn't feel to horrible. There is some timeline stuff I'm not sure about. We have our first dance at the end of cocktail and right before dinner. Do we also have father daughter dance then? I have no idea?? I think that should happen after dinner or like a toast from my dad and then dinner. Or maybe dad does toast before dinner. Then Jess does her speech and one of the groomsmen does theirs and then after dinner maybe my mom says something and introduces me and dads dance and then Yonah invites everyone else to dance too?? I have no idea. It will be fun but I am just not sure.

I am still worried about the timeline. I am worried the whole thing is to short and that it's not enough time but I know it will be okay. I am excited. More then I was before. It's hard to let myself be really excited because I'm scared something will be completely wrong and then I'll be so disappointed. But I am like. Quietly excited with a vibration under the surface.

Now though I feel exhausted. After our call we finished framing our last thing. Which was our seating chart. I got a shower. James packed their overnight bag. I did some fussing around the apartment. Took a shower. And now we are in bed. I am like. Bone tired.

Tomorrow James is doing a lot of running around. Picking up alcohol. Dropping off all our decorations. I am not exactly sure what my day will look like. But I am feeling happy.

Goodnight everyone. Sweet dreams.

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avatardoggo · 3 years

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spending my breaks watching the nice old ladies pick and wrap flowers>>>>>> going to the bathroom or whatever

#they’re so cute and nice #and helpful #when i wrapped my first bouquet by myself they were so proud #my heart 🥺😭#and it’s amazing bc how do yk if there are too mu cm of one flower??#i couldn’t pick the flowers i’m too indecisive #but wrapping is fun and prepping the baskets before they’re shipped out #i love this job

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imagine-a-life-like-this · 3 years

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He’s Always Been The One (J.JK)

Warnings : breakup

Word Count : 751

Synopsis : they broke up soon after his debut, but 4 years later she’s in the crowd staring up at him, fulfilling the promise they made 4 years prior.

The chatter around me drowned out all the thoughts I had about leaving. I stayed standing in the front row, staring at the stage he was about to take. When the screams started to replace the chatter, my heart began pounding and tears sprung to my eyes. After 4 years, I was going to see the love of my life.

“Would you want to go on a date with me sometime?” My best friend stood in front of me, barely able to meet my eyes as he held out a small bouquet of flowers for me. He was looking at the ground when a smile broke out on my face and I slowly took the flowers, agreeing to the date. “Really?” His wide eyes finally met mine, and the two of us couldn’t stop smiling.

I watched as he and his members took the stage, breaking right out into one of their many songs. Everyone around me sung along, but I couldn’t stop staring at the boy I left behind.

“Babe!” He called excitedly as he ran into my house. My parents got used to his antics over the many years we were best friends, and now look at us with content smiles. “I made it.” I threw my arms around his neck, practically jumping into his arms. He didn’t hesitate wrapping his arms around my waist.

“I knew you could do it, baby.” His dream was slowly coming true, and as his girlfriend and best friend, I couldn’t be prouder.

“Life is going to be busier now, but I’m always going to make time for you.” He promised, holding out his pinky for me to link mine onto.

He did an amazing job juggling all his life’s priorities; not once did I feel neglected even after his debut. I remember how excited he was after his first concert.

“That was amazing!” I exclaimed backstage, Jungkook bringing me into his arms. “Ugh you’re so sweaty.” I jokingly complained, wrapping my arms around him.

“One day, we’re going to sellout the big venues.” He smiled, absolutely determined to make it come true, and I had complete faith in him and his band.

“And I’ll still be cheering you on from the front row.” His lips crashed onto mine in a quick kiss.

“I hope so. I’ll be looking out for you.” He said softly, resting his forehead against mine. “I love you.” I echoed his words before kissing him one more time.

Unfortunately, I was unable to keep my promise until now. But he was selling out big venues now, millions of screaming fans chanting his name. I could see all the boys beaming onstage, looking out at all the fans here just to see them. It was such a different experience compared to their first concerts.

“I was accepted to Fashion Institute of Technology.” I told Jungkook with a smile on my face, showing him my acceptance letter I had received the other day. He threw his arms around me.

“I’m so proud of you, baby.” I could hear the sadness he tried to hide. Both of us knew what was coming. We didn’t have to say it out loud to know that a breakup was inevitable. BTS was taking off and he was busier than ever. It was going to be hard enough if I was staying in Korea; it’d be nearly impossible to see each other once I moved to New York.

“I’m going to miss you.” Tears sprung up into my eyes, and I could see him blinking back his own tears.

“You’re my end game, you know that right?” I nodded, and he cupped my cheeks to wipe away the falling tears. “It’s not our time, but one day when the time is right, life will bring us back together.”

I kept up with all of them these last 4 years, watching them from afar, cheering them on in a virtual crowd. It was always tempting to go to a show when they were in New York, but I stopped myself. I told myself I’d wait until I was back in Korea. So, here I stand, staring up at the man I couldn’t stop loving, keeping my promise. The friends I made in New York told me I was delusional, saying there was no way he was waiting for me.

But when his eyes met mine and a smile broke out on his face, I knew they were wrong. Jeon Jungkook was never one for breaking promises.

#bts imagine #bts au #jeon jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook au #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #park jimin #kim taehyung

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“Mugen Train” was such a treat that I HAD to write some short stories with the infamous, focused, and amazing Flame Pillar, Rengoku Kyōjurō. Easily one of my favorite characters. His handsome, flamboyant self needed juuust a smidge of more screen time and it would have been perfect.

S/N: Majority of my fanfics will be written towards women of color. Big FYI. Otherwise, enjoy.

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Kimetsu no Yaiba: Flame Eternal

Chapter I: OVERWHELMING CONFESSION

“Good morning, Sunflower!”

“Kyōjurō, please!” You whispered through clenched teeth, “You can’t be scaring me this early in the morning.” The Fire Hashira, Rengoku Kyōjurō, surprised you with a greeting by hanging his head down from the rooftop of the Butterfly Estate.

“My apologies! I wanted to see you as soon as I could.” He jumped down with one hand behind his back. “Congratulations on becoming a Hashira! You have worked hard to get where you are, and that you should be proud of yourself!”

The fire in his eyes burned bright as always. He didn’t know it yet, but he was a driving force in you making it to the ranks, and it wasn’t easy. At all. You were a rare sight in Japan. Everyone still thought of you as a foreigner. No matter how good your Japanese was, not many could understand the concept that people of different colors could be a native to this country.

You have fought for acceptance for a long time, and with the rise of demons, that put unneeded targets on your back. Just like the others, you lost your family to them, and it was but the anger in your heart that brought you here - to avenge those who were killed by demons. You didn’t know if you really had what it took.

Kind and supportive words from Rengoku Kyōjurō had changed a couple of the most important minds, but others were not so keen on the idea. You pushed yourself every day, working and training day in and day out until your body shook with aches. You honestly wanted to give up many times, and tried, but there was someone always pulling you back and helping you to your feet.

“That’s because of you, Kyōjurō.”

He shook his head. “It’s because of you, Sunflower! With perseverance and vigor, you made it through Final Selection and achieved your goals in order to be a Hashira! Therefore, I wanted to be one of the first to congratulate you!”

The confidence and support of his words always made you get “butterflies” in your stomach and your cheeks warm beneath your brown skin. “Stop! You’re making me blush but,” you bowed, “Thank you, Kyōjurō, for everything.”

You had locked your hair months before you trained for the Final Selection. Your hair had been on as much of a journey as you had. It reached down to the shoulder blades. And with these locs, you were in need of a floral decoration to commemorate this special day as you donned your uniform.

“Now, to get a sunflower-”

“Right!” He handed a small bouquet of sunflowers, your favorite flower that he nicknamed you back during those harsh training days. “For you, _____!”

“Ah!” You received his early morning gift with glee. “Kyōjurō, you shouldn’t have!” One smell and you were hooked. “Thank you so much!” You set them down in the room Shinobu offered you to stay in. You clipped one off and wrapped it up on the left side of your head. “How do I look?”

He looked at you, surprised at first, and then with an ear-to-ear smile. “As beautiful as always, _____!”

You felt your heart thumping throughout your chest. His words of sincerity always made you feel like you belonged. Not to mention, his fiery gaze upon you held true when he spoke to and of you. “You’re much too kind, Kyōjurō.” Before you attended to your face, Kyōjurō was already before you, wiping away your falling tears.

“You’re crying. What’s wrong?”

Whenever your world began crumbling, he was there and ready to help you get through any self-doubt. He ended up being a shoulder to cry on when you least expected it. He rose to Hashira-dom before you, and yet didn’t leave you behind. You owed him something in return. “N-nothing! I’m happy.” You took hold of his wrists, lowering his hands. “Though I wonder how I’ll ever be able to show you my gratitude.”

“Hmph!” He clasped your hands in one swift motion and stared longingly into your coffee-colored eyes. “Marry me, _____!”

You deadpanned.

Nature filled in the silence.

“I said, “Marry me, _____!”

Your mouth dropped wide open, “MARRY YOU!?”

“Yes! Do you accept?”

“Wait, wait, wait!” You drew back your hands and stepped back. You rubbed your temples, momentarily confused. Stumped. Dumbfounded. “This is a test of some sort, right? A little bit of an early morning joke to keep me on my toes?”

He laughed heartily. “Not at all!” He locked his gaze on you as he crossed his arms over his chest. “I know that you will make a great wife!”

“Kyōjurō, I’m not like you or the others, as clear as they have made it in the past. I wouldn’t want to hinder you or mess up your reputation.”

“Our Master has allowed you to apply to become a Hashira; you worked hard to become a Hashira; and you have become more than a great friend to me. No matter what anyone else says, I have accepted you.” He closed in and held your hands once more. “I knew since training, to which you promised me your hand in marriage.”

“Eh!? You remembered that!?” You questioned.

“When I saw you at training for the first time. I knew that I had to make you mine! I have waited for this day for a long time. So, I will ask you again. _____.”

You gulped. “Yes, Kyōjurō?”

“Will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

“I-I,” your hands were clammy and your world started to spin. ‘What are you going to say? He asked you to marry him! Look, look! So what if you fed him a sweet potato every Friday and fell into his arms a few times? You need to let him down softly. Yeah! That’s it! Just refuse his proposal! He’ll understand-” Your mouth opened before you could finish. “Yes…?” You paused. ‘Bitch, did you just--?’

His aura suddenly grew hot around you both. “Then I promise to make you happy, to protect you, to guide you, and to love you until death!” With overwhelming confessions like this, how could you refuse?

“That’s great! But shouldn’t we--” You made a fatal mistake. “Kyōjurō?” You blinked. “Oh no!” He was gone in a flash! “Kyōjurō, wait!” You shouted as you dashed out of the Butterfly Estate. You only got a quick glimpse of his flaming haori, but he was still so fast! You thought you possibly had him when you ran into the other Hashira, assembled for the Pillar Meeting.

“Ah, _____! I was just about to come and get you for the meeting.” Shinobu came before you with her usually endearing smile. “Congratulations on becoming a Hashira. It’s been a long time since we’ve had anyone enter into the ranks, and for it to be someone as unique as you says something.”

“As if! You were only able to join because of Rengoku, and nothing else.” Obanai hissed from atop a tree branch. You really hated his guts.

“But you can’t deny her strength. She did kill fifty demons in a year and a half. That’s at least impressive, right?” Tengen remarked. He was a nice guy, in a way, so you liked him.

Shinazugawa pointed his sword at you. “As long as she doesn’t get in the way of me killing demons, I could care less.”

‘And I could care less myself.’ You thought with a frown on your lips.

Mitsuri was at least nice enough to give you a smile and a wave. “You look so pretty in your uniform, _____!” You liked her the most, along with Shinobu.

Giyuu and Muichiro didn’t speak on the matter.

“Thank you to those most kind, and to the others, you’ll just have to get used to seeing me like I have to get used to seeing you. Anyways, I came here looking for Rengoku. Did he pass by yet?”

“By pass by, do you mean standing at the top of the roof behind you?” Tengen pointed out.

You looked confused as you turned around and felt your face just fall into shock as you saw him proudly standing on the rooftop - again - with a wide smile on his lips. “Kyōjurō!”

He gently took hold of you at the waist when you landed in front of him. “I’ve got you, Sunflower!” His eyes burned brighter than they ever had before, and the aura he exuded could be felt from miles away. “Everyone!” He turned to the Hashira below. “Let us welcome _____, our new Hashira, and my soon-to-be wife, to the team!” Everyone’s face cracked. “Treat her like she’s one of our own!”

Really, what would you do without this flamboyant Hashira?

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Chapter: I | II | III | IV | V | VI | VII (Part 1) / (Part 2) / (Part 3)

#kimetsu no yaiba #kny reader insert #demon slayer #kimetsu rengoku #rengoku kyojuro x reader #kny x you #kny x reader #kny fanfic #demon slayer fanfic #rengoku x reader

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yelena-bellova · 3 years

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Safe Haven: tftaws!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader - Chapter Eleven (final chapter)

chapter ten - Chapter Eleven: Safe Haven

Series Masterlist

Plot: Y/n and Bucky enjoy their time off in Brooklyn and make decisions about their future.

Warnings: FLUFF, very little angst for once, talk of torture, reference to suicide, open ended plot twist that I'm not sorry for...all the fluff, seriously...

Word Count: 7.3k

A/N: Here we are...part of the journey is the end, and we've arrived. Even though there's another a/n at the bottom (with an important announcement so don't tap out too soon) I want to iterate just how thankful I am for the response I got on this series. I had the most amazing time writing it and loved getting to meet and connect with so many of you through it. ENJOY!!

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It had taken all the strength Bucky had in his soul to knock three times on Yori’s door. He didn’t know what reserve he had had to tap into to actually make his long-hidden confession but once the words had fallen from his lips, he felt both freed and all the more burdened. Watching his friend’s eyes become overtaken by heartbreak, the desperate, confused utterance of ‘why…?’ By the end, Yori wouldn’t even look at Bucky. Bucky didn’t blame him, he was surprised that the man wasn’t yelling him out of his apartment. Instead, he calmly told Bucky to leave, surely holding back the majority of his emotions until he was by himself. The door shut on their friendship and Bucky was by himself on the other side of the door once again, drawing the shaky breath he’d held while he was inside Yori’s place. Out of every person he’d gone to see, every heart he’d had to crush, this one had hurt the most. In the dauntingly long hallway, his eyes sought out the gift the universe had given him, so undeservingly.

His guiding light.

Bathed in the blue light that flooded through the dirty windows of the aged building, Y/n stared down at her feet as she paced. For as open as they’d become with one another, Bucky found himself unable to ask her to accompany him to his last opportunity to make amends. The two of them had become so skilled at reading each other that with one look in his saddened eyes, Y/n had squeezed her phone into the pocket of her jeans and stood by the door waiting for him to ready himself. Bucky was starting to make peace with his past, but he still didn’t know what he had done in his wretched life to have such an angel in his life.

“Hey,” she greeted soothingly, turning to face Bucky as he approached her, “How’d it go?” Bucky wasn’t ready to speak yet, he wasn’t even sure how he could describe what had just transpired. He simply sighed and allowed Y/n to wrap him in her arms in the embrace that was quickly becoming his favorite place to be.

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As I woke with a groan, stretching my arms over my head, I was immediately aware that one side of the bed was cold. I blindly reached a hand over and felt around for Bucky’s missing body, sitting up when my search was unsuccessful. I blearily scanned the bedroom, our suits laying in a pile that had been kicked to the corner of the desolately furnished room. The few articles of clothing I had gone to the nearest department store and purchased for my impromptu stay in New York still lay folded on top of Bucky’s dresser. It didn’t dawn on me until that moment that I was beginning to spread across Bucky’s apartment without even trying.

It had been four days since the Flag Smasher’s final stand and while the world may have been spinning, mine had never been more steady. Bucky and I hadn’t left his apartment for more than running necessary errands. Other than that we’d spent the time enjoying our slice of domestic heaven learning about one another. I had discovered that Bucky was a good cook but only when it came to breakfast food. He had found out that I needed to sleep with the windows opened slightly for background noise. I had learned that his Spotify consisted strictly of music from the ’40’s and nothing else, contrary to what he’d told Sam about diving into Marvin Gaye’s discography. He’d learned that I got cold easily which led to both me stealing his hoodies and being on the receiving end of many bear hugs. We could tell what the other would do in combat or how they’d handle a concerning matter, but it was finding out the little things about James Buchanan Barnes that made me fall a little bit harder for him with each revelation.

The unlocking and opening of the door followed by quiet footsteps alerted me to his presence. I heard a few muffled noises before the floorboards outside the bedroom creaked, the door opening directly after. Bucky was careful and nearly silent as he came into the room until he saw that my eyes were open. We shared a lazy smile as he approached the bed.

“Did I wake you up?” he asked.

I shook my head in reply, he came to kneel at my side of the bed and pulled the hand he’d hidden behind his back out revealing a bouquet of daisies. “Just when I thought you couldn’t get any cuter,” I chuckled, reaching out to grab the bouquet, “I don’t think anyone’s ever bought me flowers.”

“That’s a crime,” Bucky said as he stood up, shedding his leather jacket as he walked around the bed, “In my time, you always brought a girl flowers on the first date. It was just what you did.”

“I guess we can consider my little extended stay a first date,” I dipped my nose down to smell the flowers, “Although I’m pretty sure in your time you wouldn’t allow a girl into your bed so soon.” Bucky snickered to himself, “A gentleman would never let a lady sleep on the floor. And selfishly,” he tugged his second layer, a grey long sleeved shirt off over his head, and looked down on me lovingly, “I sleep better with you here.”

It was true. He’d told me how he’d only used the bed once since he’d moved in, having slept on the floor instead. I was familiar with the phenomenon, Sam had gone through the same thing when he’d returned from the service. I’d told him that if he had a nightmare and needed to move out to his living room, I’d join him with no hesitations. Shockingly, it hadn’t happened yet and we’d slept in a peaceful tangle of limbs each night that I’d been with him.

Kicking off his boots, he slipped under the duvet and sat up against the headboard, looking over at me and patting his jean clad thigh. I set the flowers down and crawled over to him, sinking down onto his lap and sliding my hands around his neck.

“I like this,” he complimented me with a smirk, tugging at the material of his henley that I was wearing, “Looks better on you than it ever would on me.” “Clearly you’ve never seen you,” I scoffed, I’d also learned that the man had no idea just how attractive he was, “What were you off doing?” “Grocery store,” Bucky answered, gesturing to the sidelined bouquet, “Florist. Dr. Raynor’s office…” “Oh, I didn’t know you had a session this morning.”

Bucky took a deep breath, his hands firmly secured around my waist and his thumbs rubbing at my hips. “I didn’t,” he answered, “I, uh, I crossed off all the names in my book. Thought I’d drop by and let her know.” I gave a breathy laugh, “All of them?” He nodded, “All of them.” Surprised and proud, I placed my hands on his cheeks and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips. “I never doubted you for a second” I said softly, our lips almost touching, “I’m proud of you.”

Bucky gave a small smile, not yet ready to take as much pride as I could in his recovery. I could tell that he was lighter, while his personality was silent and stoic there wasn’t as much sadness lurking beneath it. To those who knew him, the difference in his behavior was visible. The days that I’d been in New York were the happiest I’d seen Bucky since I’d known him.

“So…” I sighed, my hands sliding down to his shoulders, “No more therapy sessions, no more battles to be fought…What do we do now?”

The dreaded question that we’d been avoiding since we’d isolated ourselves from the outside world. There was no doubt as to whether or not I wanted to make it work between Bucky and I, but we hadn’t even discussed what “it” was. What should have unfolded over the course of a couple months had happened as a crash course over two weeks. I didn’t regret it, I just needed to know where Bucky’s head was at regarding our future. “Look,” Bucky averted his gaze downwards, “I’m not…I haven’t done this in a long time and I can’t promise that I’m gonna be good at it. I can’t even promise that I’ll know what I’m doing some of the time. But,” he shyly raised his eyes to meet mine, “I want this. I want you.”

His earnestness was so genuine, I thought my heart might burst from the emotion in his ocean blue eyes. “Bucky, I don’t want perfect,” I said, “And I’m pretty sure that a 106 year old with a robotic arm and a girl who can fly using blue energy from inside her wouldn’t even know what to do with perfect,” I earned a single laugh out of him, “Whatever we have right now, that’s what I want. I want to fight with you by my side and make a difference in the world, then I want to come home with you and teach you to cook something other than pancakes.”

He furrowed his brow, “What do you got against my pancakes?”

“My point is,” I giggled, my hands drifting back up to each side of his neck, “I want you exactly as you are. I haven’t done this in a long time either, I thought that after my dad died I was too broken to ever let myself be happy like this and you know that I’m coming in with more baggage than before. You’re not the only one who doesn’t know what they’re doing. But there’s nobody else I’d rather figure this out with than you.”

The long stare he gave me was reminiscent of the first moment we’d been alone together, standing before the 200 foot drop in Munich. It was the first moment I’d appreciated his beauty, maybe it was the first seed planted in what was now a full-blown relationship in the making. This time, instead of sassing me with those hardened, slightly amused eyes, he surged forward and kissed me, cradling the back of my head in his Vibranium palm. I returned the kiss with just as much fervor, gripping the tight blue t-shirt tightly in my fists. Unlike the kisses we’d shared at 1AM in the kitchen of my house, this one carried a different weight. It was a promise of a future. Movie nights introducing Bucky to the classics that he’d missed. Lazy mornings in bed turned passionate as our bodies surrendered to one another. Protecting each other on whatever battlefields we’d inevitably end up on. Frustrating fights over something we’d inevitably admit was stupid to argue over. Whispering soothing affirmations to help Bucky come down from a violent nightmare. I could taste it all, the good and the bad, in that one kiss and I wanted every bit of it.

“Two weeks…” I said after we’d parted, shaking my head in amazement and laughing, “That’s all it took.” “Crazier things have happened,” Bucky reassured me with a smile, running his hands up and down my back, “My folks always said they knew in a week and they were together for almost forty years.” I bushed my lips against his softly, basking in the euphoria of knowing that the two of us belonged wholly to one another. To think that I’d been willing to throw all of it away mere days ago, I was ready to deprive myself and Bucky of the love we’d craved all our lives. I thanked God that my resolve to stay away had weakened long enough to let Bucky in because now, wrapped in his strong arms with his lips begging for a deeper kiss, I knew that I had something truly spectacular in my hands.

“Well, since this is official,” Bucky said, a little breathless, “There’s something you should have.” He took his hands off of my body and reached behind his neck, pulling off one of his dog tags. Understanding what he was doing and the significance of it, I moved my head to allow him to place the necklace over it, the cold metal of the ball chain settling against my neck. The tag fell between my breasts, I picked it up and read Bucky’s name, his service number, the name of his sister, their address and his birth place. He’d given me, a part of his future, a piece of his history.

“Bucky…” I whispered, not trusting my voice enough to come out steady.

“A lot of soldiers gave one of them to their girls before they shipped out,” he recalled, watching me examine the piece of metal, “At least I know if I ever do ship out anywhere, you’ll be with me.” I bit my lip and smiled, looking up at him with misty eyes. When the first tear fell down my cheek, Bucky was quick to wipe it away and did so with a smile of his own. After all the pain we’d both suffered through in life, we were finally allowed tenderness. Our hearts were scarred, our bodies worn, but no amount of trauma could lay a hand on the way we felt about one another. There’d be many more fights, some with forces bigger than the ones we’d spent the last two weeks taking a stand against. But at the end of the day, I had Bucky, my safe haven to come back to.

“It’s getting late,” I observed after a few minutes of sweet silence, the morning hours were slipping away from us, “Are you hungry? I can make us something.” “Yeah, but,” Bucky’s hands found my arms and he rubbed his palms against them, “Let’s stay here just a little while longer…”

A grin spread across my face, one that I was finding only Bucky could bring out in me. “Okay,” I replied, settling my face in the crook of his neck and resting against his chest, the only place I wanted to be.

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A FEW DAYS LATER

“You ready, Barnes?” “I’m ready.” “This is the most dangerous mission we’re ever going to face.” “I wouldn’t have come if I couldn’t handle it.” “Then why are you sweating?” “I’m not…sweating.” “Well, at least I know you’ll never lie to me. You suck at it,” I smirked just before smoothing out the shoulders of his jacket, “Follow my lead, you’ll be fine.”

Bucky blew out a breath, his cheeks loosing their puff as he exhaled, “Here goes nothing…” I gave three sharp knocks on the door before entering, seeing the familiar face waiting in a chair by the window. “Hey, Mama…” My mother smiled deeply at the sight of her daughter, alive before her. “Baby,” she whispered as she slowly rose to embrace me, “Oh, you’re here.” “I’m here,” I smiled, trying to fight the tears threatening to fill my eyes. My mother had been my first call after the battle in New York, realizing that my face was flashing across every news channel in the country alongside Sam and Bucky. This was the first time I’d seen her since before I’d left Louisiana with Sam.

“And you brought someone?” she asked over my shoulder, pulling away to wipe her cheeks.

“I did,” I turned around and looped my arm through Bucky’s, who was looking vaguely nauseous, “Mom, this is James.”

Bucky stuck out his gloved hand towards my mother, “It’s wonderful to meet you, Mrs. Y/l/n.”

“Wonderful to meet you too, James,” she responded, shaking his hand and looking over to me, “I’ve been waiting a long time for Y/n to bring somebody home.” I forced a chuckle, “Thanks, Mom…” “Well, I’m honored that I’m the one she chose,” Bucky beamed, his bright eyes seeking mine out.

“Well, sit down,” my mom gestured to the two free chairs in the room, “I want to hear all about how you two met.”

Bucky and I exchanged a nervous look as we pulled up our seats to join her by the window. How were you supposed to explain that you’d fallen for a 106 year old who just happened to have once been the world’s deadliest assassin? “Um…James is one of Sam’s friends from the military. He came with us to Munich and things just sort of,” I slipped my hand into one of Bucky’s that sat in his lap, “Happened from there.” “We didn’t like each other much at first, but,” Bucky chimed in, rubbing his thumb over the back of my hand, “She definitely snuck up on me.”

“Oh my,” she looked at me amusedly, “How’s Sam taking this? Has he threatened you yet, Bucky?” “Yeah, I, uh, got a text from him the other day, and it read something like ‘I’ve got access to government weapons, don’t make me use them.’”

I covered my mouth and snorted as my mother got a good laugh herself, “You didn’t tell me that.” Bucky shook his head, a small smile on his lips, Sam and him had been getting along swimmingly since his last visit to Louisiana. But no friendship could eclipse Sam’s overprotective nature when it came to his family, it was only a matter of time until Bucky was on the receiving end of its ugly side.

“Truth is,” Bucky turned his gaze to my mother while keeping a soft grip on my hand, I could feel his nerves radiating through his touch, “I’m crazy about your daughter, ma’am, I think she’s the most amazing woman I’ve ever met.”

Mom sighed, an ear-to-ear grin painted across her face. It was the same one I’d seen when my sister had first brought her now husband home to meet us. “I can’t tell you how happy it makes me to hear that, James,” she replied, “I’m looking forward to getting to know you more.” “Are you sure you don’t want to come with us?” I questioned, “It’s been so long since the whole family was together.” “I wish, but I’m a little too tired to make the trip there,” Mom answered, settling into her seat a little more, “You don’t need an old lady there slowing you down.” “That’s ridiculous,” I gently pushed back, “But since Sam and I are back home for a while, we’ll make sure to bring everybody up one of the weekends.” “I’d like that,” she smiled. A phone buzzing interrupted the conversation, Bucky let go of my hand to reach into his jacket pocket. “It’s Sam, probably wants an ETA,” he announced, rising from his seat and looking between both me and my mother, “Sorry.”

Both of us shooed him out of the room to take the call, turning back to one another once he was gone with shining smiles. “Honey…” “I know…” I tried to hold back a giddy laugh threatening to erupt.

“He seems wonderful…” I shook my head, semi in disbelief that things had turned out the way they had. “You don’t even know the half of it, he’s just…I’m crazy about him.” “That much is obvious,” Mom gestured to my face, “You haven’t stopped smiling since you walked through that door. I’ve never seen you this happy. Just one thing…” I furrowed my brows as her smile turned to a knowing smirk, “Did you honestly think I wouldn’t know who he is?” I sighed, leaning forward in my seat and propping my elbows on my knees. “We weren't trying to hide it, he just doesn’t like to advertise it. Once people know, they usually can’t look past what he was. But, Mom, we’ve been glued at the hip for the last two weeks and I can promise you, what you’re seeing is what you’re getting. I wouldn’t be with him if I thought there was any chance he could hurt me. He saved my life and so many others last week...” “Sweetie, you don’t have to try and sell me on him,” Mom said soothingly, reaching out to touch my knee, “I trust your judgement and I also know what happened to him, it was tragic. The fact that he has a second chance at his life makes me happy, especially since it’s with you. Watching the two of you, how at ease he is with you…And those eyes,” she stopped to chuckle, “The way he looks at you is something special, it’s something magical. The two of you fit.”

Eventually I would tell her the whole story of how Bucky and I came to be, but it was better saved for another day. If she only knew how challenging it had been to get to something so simple and how Bucky and I valued each other all the more for it. “He fought for me, Mama,” I said with tears brimming, letting out a laugh, “Literally and metaphorically. And I just couldn’t let him go, he’s everything I’ve wanted but what I thought I could never have.” Mom placed a hand on my cheek, “You deserve him, my love. After everything you’ve been through, you deserve happiness.” And for the first time, I believed her. I believed that through my suffering, I had played a small part in helping Bucky through his. We deserved something more than what had happened to us and we had found it in one another.

“Your father would be proud of you,” Mom said, her face flashing with a different emotion than joy for a brief second. “I’m not sure about that…” I mumbled, dodging her eyes in favor of staring down at my hands, a different reaction than I’d ever had when talking about my father.

“Sweetie,” she coaxed me, tapping at my hands until I looked back up at her, “Do you…do you know something?” My heartbeat started to quicken as I struggled to contain the information I was withholding from my mother. It was taking everything I had not to tell her that her husband had been a part of one of the cruelest organizations the world had ever seen. The pain must have reflected in my expression. “Yeah,” she whispered, biting her lip and closing her eyes, “You know…” “Mom?”

She sighed, sitting back in her chair and supporting her head in her hand. “I didn’t know anything about that part of your father’s life when I married him, he didn’t like to talk about his time in the ‘service’ and I never pushed it…It wasn’t until the night that he died, before he left the house, that he sat me down and confessed it all.” “He…” I moved to the edge of my seat, “He told you?” “Mmhmm,” she nodded, a distant look in her eyes like she was transported back in time to that very moment, “I didn’t know how to process any of it, how could I? This man who I’d shared my life with and he’d made his living off of inflicting pain on innocent people. Hours later, he was gone and any chance to delve deeper into it was gone too. It’s taken me a long time to come to terms with everything, but I made it. You’re free to draw your own conclusions, Y/n, I’m not telling you how to feel. All I’ll say is this,” Mom drew a breath before continuing, “Your father’s guilt over what he did, to Bucky specifically, overwhelmed him. He told me how HYDRA manipulated him, a young and ambitious man, into coming to work for them, lying and telling him they were creating a better world with their work. He thought he was fighting for what was right…I’m not making excuses for him, believe me, I’m simply telling you what he told me. Do you remember when he’d wake up from a nightmare?” I nodded grimly, the shrieks of my father’s always strained vocal cords still haunted me decades later. “Do you remember what he used to cry when he woke up?” Mom asked.

I silently shook my head in reply, when I’d be awoken by my fathers blood curdling screams as a child, I’d always bury my head under my pillow in an effort to block it out, shedding tears at knowing I couldn’t help him. “Soldat…”

My head perked up, the word was familiar to me after hearing Zemo call Bucky the same thing when we were undercover in Madripoor. “Of course by the time that your James was free, your father had been dead for over a decade but,” Mom paused, looking out the window as memories hit her, “Your father’s guilt over what he did ate away at him every day. As far as you went, he told me that the reason he wanted to keep your powers hidden was because he was afraid HYDRA would come for you. It’s the reason I moved us to Delacroix after he died, I didn’t want to take the chance of somebody finding you. Dad didn’t want them to make you a weapon the same way they made one of James. But honey,” she took my hand, “He believed you could do great things, truly. One of the last things he said to me was that our family was the one good thing he’d done in life.”

Everything that I’d thought and everything I’d never thought had been revealed to me. My father’s crimes could never be erased, but some part of me felt satisfied knowing that he knew what he did was wrong. He’d been haunted day and night by Bucky, the man who I was completely head over heels for. In some way, it felt poetic that Bucky and I had ended up together. I couldn’t magically heal his trauma, but for every bit of torture my dad and countless others inflicted upon him, I was now there to shower him in the love and safety he deserved.

“Have you…forgiven him for what he did?” I hesitantly asked.

“You know, after all these years, I’m still not sure what forgiveness looks like in a situation like this,” she admitted with a small shrug, “We weren’t affected, yet his past put us in danger, especially you. And now, seeing the man that he was paid to hurt and how much joy he brings you, it’s bringing up a lot of emotions I thought I’d buried. I know he regretted what he’d done with his whole being and I believe that, but I still question why he didn’t leave sooner. I wish I could give you a better answer but-“ “Mama,” I squeezed her hand and pushed back my tears to help her, “I’ve had this information for a week and I’m still spinning, I can’t imagine what it’s like to sit on it silently for this long. I was hellbent on keeping this from you but I’m actually relieved that I don’t have to hide it…” I took a trembling breath, “Dad did a lot of things wrong in his life, but I have a chance to do a lot of good. I’ve talked to Sam and I’m going to keep working with him, I’m done living with my hands tucked under my legs. I want to make the difference in the world that Dad thought he was making.” “I think you’re off to a pretty good start,” my mother replied, “I was terrified watching you fly around New York, but I’d also never been prouder of you.” A knock on the door followed by Bucky sticking his head through it broke us from the topic. “Am I interrupting?” he asked, his eyes widened slightly as he worried. “Not at all,” my mom said cheerily as she slowly rose from her seat, “I don’t want to keep you two any longer when you’ve got somewhere to be.”

I tightly embraced her and placed a kiss on her cheek, “Love you,” I whispered.

“Love you too, sweetheart,” she replied, gesturing afterwards to Bucky who made his way over to her and allowed himself to be hugged by her, “Take care of my girl, James.” “I will,” Bucky promised, pulling back to give a nod full of conviction.

Once the two of us had shut my mom’s door and were back out in the hallway of the nursing home, Bucky noticed the slight puffiness of my eyes. “Happy tears or sad tears?” he asked as we walked down the hall.

“‘I don’t know’ tears,” I replied with a small smile, weaving my fingers between his gloved metal ones. “But well done, Sergeant. I’d consider that a successful mission,” I finished, receiving the laugh I loved so much and a kiss to the side of my head. I pressed my lips to the place on his shoulder where I knew underneath his layers Vibranium met his skin, one of his favorite places to be kissed. My phone went off then, alerting me to a text, I pulled it out of the pocket. “Bucky…” I muttered, stopping in the middle of the hall. “What is it?” he asked as he stepped back to join me, I held my phone out for both of us to read the ominous words displayed.

The world’s seen what you can do, come to Madripoor when you decide to use those hands for something worthwhile.

- The Power Broker

“How did they get my number?” I asked in surprise, letting Bucky take my phone to examine it closer as if he could find something I couldn’t. “I don’t know,” he answered, handing the device back to me, “But we’re changing it immediately, you need to show this to Sam soon as we get to the house.” “They’re not actually threatening me, seems more like a job offer than anything else that’s only going to be declined. Plus, they’re all the way in Madripoor,” I stuck the phone back in my pocket, “I’m not going to let this ruin our day.” Bucky frowned down at me as I took his arm once again, “You’re a little too relaxed about this.” “I’m a mutant who can make things move with her mind with Captain America for a brother and a Super Soldier for a boyfriend, I’d love to see the Power Broker try to mess with that.”

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The dock was exactly how I loved to see it, packed and filled with joy.

Sam and Sarah had invited the whole town to the celebratory cookout, people of all ages flooding our corner of the bayou as Bucky and I pulled up. Sam had loaned us his truck for the duration of our stay and I was having the time of my life showing Bucky around Louisiana and there was nothing more Louisiana than a cookout with the entire community.

Bucky parked near the end of the dock and hopped out, carrying the ice cream cake that we’d picked up on our way. He crossed around the front of the truck to open the door for me, taking one of my hands and helping me hop out of the passenger side. After a dozen more reassurances during the drive that the text I’d received wasn’t worth freaking out about, he’d begun to relax. For once, he wasn’t trying to hide his emotions. I could see it plain as day on his face, he was genuinely excited to be back in Delacroix and even more excited when the familiar sounds of AJ and Cass hit our ears.

“Oh! There he is!” Bucky greeted as the boys ran up to us and began throwing fake punches at my boyfriend who willingly played along, dramatically dodging their imaginary hits. He raised up the hand that held the cake over Cass’ head and yelled to which I quickly threw an energy shield underneath his arm to protect the overly expensive dessert.

“Aunt Y/n! Can you make us fly?” AJ came up to my side and begged.

Cass backed his brother up, “Yeah, can we? Please?” “No,” I replied, retaking Bucky’s hand and letting him lead us through the crowd, “But you can follow us with your two perfectly functional legs.” My nephews both groaned and laughed as they fell in step behind Bucky and I. “Where is everybody?” he asked as he set the cake down on one of the picnic tables set out and removed his sunglasses.

“Uncle Sam’s taking pictures with people, Mom’s cooking and Aunt Mel’s at one of the tables,” Cass answered, his face lighting up as he got a good luck at the dessert.

“After dinner,” I said, quickly having switched back into aunt mode, “Now lead the way.”

I extended my hand toward the boys and raised them up a few inches above the ground, receiving laughter and praises in return as I moved them ahead of us and through the crowd. Along the way people kept patting me on the back or sneaking in quick hugs, they shook Bucky’s hand and thanked us both for what we’d done in New York. The only thing that confused me was how people weren’t calling me by name. By the time we made it to Sarah, I had questions.

“There they are, America’s Power Couple,” she announced, coming out from behind the booth where she’d been chopping to hug us both. I pulled back to lower the boys back to the ground, “Do you know why people I’ve known almost all my life are suddenly calling me ‘Sapphire?’”

“Did you not check the internet at all when you were in Brooklyn?” she raised an eyebrow before pulling out her phone from her back pocket and pulling up Instagram, “Ever since the night of the fight, people have been referring to you as Sapphire. People are posting pictures of you, trying to get interviews with you, kids are even dressing up like you!” “Oh my gosh,” I mumbled as I scrolled through the hashtag containing the name, seeing all the proof of Sarah’s words before my eyes. Dozens and dozens of various types of photos displayed my signature shade of blue, “Bucky, look!” He took the phone out of my hand, a smile spreading across his face soon after. “That’s my girl,” he said proudly, handing the phone back to Sarah.

“You wanted the superhero life, you got it,” my sister laughed before returning to what she was doing, “Sam’s doing pictures and there’s already been people asking if you were gonna be here so I imagine they’re gonna want some with you.”

Bucky grabbed my hand and led me around to where a line had formed, spotting Sam as the destination. As soon as he caught a glimpse of us, he held up a finger to the crowd and broke away from them. The three of us exchanged hugs, me internally laughing to myself at the fact that two weeks after saying they never wanted to see one another again, they were now brothers in arms. Sam took my hand and tugged me towards where everyone was gathered, “Lotta people have been waiting for you, Sapphire,” he smirked.

As the day went on, the three of us did meet and greets with nearly everybody. At one point I found Bucky casually talking to Sarah with AJ, Cass and other neighborhood kids hanging off his vibranium arm. People had gathered around me as well asking to levitate them, something that provided entertainment for everyone. We ate, we laughed, at one point I caught Sam and Bucky watching the sun set over the Louisiana waters. I couldn’t resist the temptation to sneak in between the two and was received with an arm around each of my sides. We’d fought a shared battle along with our own separate three and now that they’d all been put to rest, we could take a minute to enjoy the freedom we’d worked so hard for. The future was unknown, but I knew that if we’d made it through the mess of a week we’d had together, there wasn’t a whole lot that we couldn’t make it through.

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When the sky darkened, the dock lights went on and the party kept going. Someone had brought out a Bluetooth speaker and there was now a section of the dock that acted as a makeshift dance floor. I was seated at a table with Melanie watching the show, baby Alexandria fast asleep in her arms. “So…Bucky,” my sister said teasingly teased.

I let out a loud sigh, “Bucky.” “He’s perfect for you,” she smiled, “I’m glad you brought him home.” “Me too,” I scanned the dock until I spotted my boyfriend, engrossed in a conversation with Sam, “He fits right into the family.” “I’ll say, the kids love him. Max and Sophia have been following him around all day, I’ve never been able to get the baby to sleep as fast as when he held her…” I chuckled, “Yeah, just when I thought he couldn’t get any more attractive, you stuck a baby in his arms.” Mel snickered at my reaction, “Yeah, pretty sure every woman on the dock snapped a picture of that.” The two of us burst into laughter before hushing ourselves as to not wake the sleeping infant. “Hey, Sapphire,” she nudged my shin with her foot, “I’m proud of you.” “Well, that’s a far cry from how you felt last week,” I commented, remembering the fear in my sister’s voice from our phone calls in Riga.

“I’m always going to worry about you, but once I actually saw you do your thing,” she breathed, “I was just in awe of how you would risk your life to save all those people. It would be a waste to not put your gift to good use.” I leaned my head against hers and brushed a finger over Alexandria’s thinly haired head, appreciating the sweetness of the moment. Once a slow song came on the speakers, I watched as Bucky stepped away from Sam and made his way over to our table. “Can I steal your sister away for a dance?” he asked Mel. “Steal? You can keep her,” I shot my sister a faux smile while she watched on with a grin as I took Bucky’s outstretched hand and let him lead me away. “Gonna show me some more Madripoor moves?” I jested as we walked across the dock. “That was not dancing, although I did enjoy it,” Bucky replied, giving me a wink that could have melted me into a puddle, “I’ll show you what real dancing is.” I recognized the song as a version of ‘The Way You Look Tonight’ and realized Bucky waited until now to show off any moves in his arsenal because it was probably the first song he recognized on the playlist. He encircled my waist with his flesh arm and took my hand in his Vibranium one, pulling me so close that there wasn’t any space left between us. He began to sway us slowly to the beat of the song. I rested my cheek against his, breathing in the scent of him mixed with the bayou evening air. As far as I was concerned, dancing in the arms of the man I was somehow lucky enough to call my own in the place I loved most in the world was the perfect end to a perfect day.

“Alright, I give…” I relented softly, close enough to his ear that I barley had to speak louder than a whisper for him to hear me, “Your version of dancing is better.” He gave a gentle laugh, the sweetest sound, and rubbed at my waist, “It’s more about the partner than it is the actual dance, think I’ve got the best one.”

“You certainly know how to make a girl blush, Sergeant Barnes,” I replied just before he spun me out of his arms and back into his body, “When’s your flight back to Brooklyn?” Bucky cocked an eyebrow, “Already tired of me?”

“Never,” I shook my head with a genuine smile, “Just trying to soak in all the time I can with you before you go back.” “About that…” he trailed off, turning his gaze to the various other couples dancing around us, “I was thinking of maybe extending my stay. I mean the scenery’s nice, good food,” he looked back to me, “Decent people.” The grin that I was fighting was starting to make itself very apparent, “What are you saying?” “Well,” Bucky shrugged and looked away again, “I mean, I’d need to find a place, hopefully nothing too expensive or else I’d have to find a roommate and even then, it’d be hard to find someone I like enough to live with…”

“Bucky…” I’d ceased our movements to show just how serious I was, searching his face to try and tell if he was joking or not. “What do you say, doll? You think you can put up with me a little while longer?” he asked with a smirk. I exhaled happily and pulled him down to my lips, kissing him with all the excitement that filled my veins at the prospect of him staying. When we finally pulled away, I cradled his cheek in my hand. “I will put up with you for as long as you want,” I beamed, pecking his lips once more. “I’m glad,” Bucky kissed my temple, “It was either telling you this or the other thing…” “What’s the other thing?” I asked, thinning my eyes at him in expectancy of another surprise.

Bucky drew a breath, taking a few seconds to steady himself for whatever he was planning to say. “Well, I was going to tell you that I love you but,” he clicked his teeth, “Now that I think about it, it’s probably better saved for another time,” The earth ceased to move and spin at a dizzying pace all at once, his blue eyes never more truthful than they were in that moment. “I think you’re right,” I said over the lump in my throat, holding back the tears that had come all to quickly, “Best to save that for another day, wouldn’t want to make a hasty declaration or anything...” “That’s what I was thinking,” Bucky replied plainly, continuing our charade. I gave him a watery smile, bringing one of my hands up to run through the hairs at the base of his neck. “I love you too,” I whispered.

Both of Bucky’s arms wrapped around my waist, clutching me as tight as he could without actually injuring me as our lips met. I encircled his neck and relaxed into him completely, feeing aglow with the love that I could finally admit to feeling. Both of us smiled into the kiss, feeding off of the mutual joy of what was unfolding before us. Was it crazy to commit in the ways I was committing to a man I’d known for only two weeks? To some, yes. But ‘some’ hadn’t formed the bond that Bucky and I had over the short span of time it had taken for me to fall in love with him. We had seen the best and the worst of each other, rising and falling with one another’s waves and learning what made the other tick. I wanted every part of him, the good, the bad, the traumatic and the pure. The quick decisions that would raise eyebrows made sense to us, and that was more than enough reason for me to see each one through.

“Thanks for not giving up on me,” Bucky said softly after we’d parted, pulling back to admire me. “Thanks for not letting me give you up,” I returned, staring up into the eyes that had first captured me. The eyes that I’d get to stare into each and every day.

Since the night we’d connected on the jet ride to Berlin, there was some way Bucky had made me feel that I couldn’t put a name to. Something I couldn’t understand at the time but I was fully aware of now. Bucky felt like home. And with our bright future ahead of us, wrapped in his arms dancing underneath the Louisiana stars, I’d never felt more at home.

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Aw so cute ❤️ thanks for the submission @chocolatelovingbookworm

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I can't for the life of me get any homework done because I'm bored!!! Lol! Anyway, enjoy a new piece!

George hummed a gentle tune as he was busy at work fixing Dhani's hair to put it into a French braid while the teenager stared at himself in the mirror feeling kinda nervous yet excited at the same time. Tonight, was the night that he and Julian were going to be heading to the Prom as well as the after party dinner in celebration of their final year of High School together; flushed cheeks were soon seen as he could already tell that this was definitely going to be a night to remember especially with the boy whom he had a secret crush on since their very first meeting as children years prior.

"Okay honey, you're all ready now." George announced as he stepped back to allow his son to look at his new hairstyle as well as making a cute twirl thus grinning hugging his Mum real tight to show his appreciation.

"Thank you Mum, I look so pretty." George smiled warmly capturing the neatly pressed white tuxedo that was donned onto his boy along with some light mascara and lip gloss that made his face glow and sparkle. He made a quiet sigh knowing that it was time to accept the fact that Dhani was growing up, and that he was no longer a little boy anymore.

No longer a boy where he would run all the way home from school and talk about his day while sitting at the table with his favorite strawberry milk and chocolate chip cookies.

No longer a boy where he could get to watch any movie that he got to watch after doing so well on his report card.

No longer a boy...where he no longer needed to be taken care of anymore...

And that was the part George secretly hated the most; wishing that he could just go back in time where he enjoyed his pregnancy and enjoyed being needed when Dhani was born. Despite the fact that he and Ringo had been trying for a baby for a whole year, they had gotten their wish when the test had came back positive which was such a happy moment for the both of them, but it became even more sweet once Dhani had came into the world where they had spoiled him rotten knowing that he was their little warrior and fighter.

"Mum, are you okay?" Dhani asked growing concern over his mother who tended to go into his head a lot these days since the younger male was getting older and it would soon be time for him to start University.

"Yes, I'm fine sweetheart. It's just that...I know it may sound silly, but you remind me so much of myself when I was your age especially when I had started going out with your father back then; and now, you have a handsome young lad that you are doing with the same thing as well. You have accomplished so much that I'm so proud of you. I wish...I wish that you didn't grow up so fast, that I just can't stop thinking of you as my little baby boy."

The next thing the Ex-Beatle knew was that long yet gentle arms wrapped around his waist. "Don't worry Mum, no matter how old I'll get, I'll always be your little baby boy." The two hugged for quite awhile until the knocking of the door caused them to look at it being opened revealing to be Ringo with a warm smile on his face.

"There are my two beautiful kings. Dhani, Julian is here to pick you up, the limo is outside." The Boy nodded as the family of three went downstairs where they met the Lennon male who was standing up with a full bouquet of red and pink roses along with a little glass box that held in a corsage. He smiled and blushed seeing his date looking kinda flushed himself as he looked away bashfully.

"Good evening Dhani, my, you look wonderful and beautiful indeed."

"Thank you Julian, you don't look bad yourself." He said eying the young man in the black tuxedo that he was sporting in along with his hair that looked very nicely done straight down like he had gotten it straightened by none other than Paul himself.

"Okay you two! Picture time!" Yelled out Ringo who had gotten the camera as both boys stood next to each other and grinned after hearing the click of the camera going off as well as getting three more photos with them in different but silly poses causing for Dhani to laugh; Jules may had Paul's gentlemanly ways, but he also had John's humor too.

"Ready to make this an unforgettable experience?" Julian asked as Dhani nodded.

"You bet."

"Have fun you two! don't do anything what we would do." Ringo winked causing George to playfully slap him.

"You be safe okay? remember, be home by 10:30 no later than that."

"Yes Mum, I promise." Dhani soon gave him one last hug. "Love you Mummy." He whispered as George smiled softly giving him a blow kiss in return.

And the limo soon started to drive away becoming a distant dot. George and Ringo soon sighed.

"Ironic isn't it? one day you're changing their diapers and rocking them back to sleep, and the next thing you know, they're going to prom."

"Yeah...they grow up so fast." George soon wiped his eyes and sniffed.

"Luv, are you okay?" Ringo asked growing concerned knowing that out of both of them, George was much more closer to their son due to the fact that he watched him grow up throughout the years.

"He'll be alright dear, it's not like they went off to war."

"I know, but he's still my baby."

"George, he's growing up. One day, he will also get married and have a family of his own too." The next thing the shorter man knew was that he was whacked upside the head.

"Don't push it." He then chuckled knowing that things were going to be okay.

#submission #julian x dhani #prom night #george is such a mum #getting ready #picture time

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binniesthighs · 3 years

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➵ minho, son of hades ➵

Pairing: self insert, gender neutral reader x lee minho

Genre: fluff n’ smut

Tags: demigod au, inspired by PJO, sonofhades!minho, softdom!minho, mentions of death, blood, and the underworld, outdoor sex, unprotected sex (stay safe lovlies!), breath play, hand stuff (r receiving), marking, cockwarming at the end

Word count: 2k

demigod skz mini-masterlist coming soon

{did you bring the mcdonalds?}

Though you had long forgotten, someone had told you once that there is always light in the darkness, you just have to be the one looking for it. But, what if it was the darkness in that light that sought you?

You had forgotten meeting him in the first place, but now he was everywhere, in the dawn and the dusk, in dark corners that you used to fear, but now welcomed. Reflected in his eyes was hellfire: he singed with burning edges but froze over with a bite. You should have been scared of him, as any sane person would.

In those creeping tendrils of shadow, ebony wisps of smoke where the ones that entangled their fingers in yours. His hands were cold wrapped up in pale white skin that wasn’t stark, but rather mimicked the moonlight he had brought you to.

Silver dewdrops were sprinkled at your feet where they clung to the blades of youthful spring grass. The chill of the night was just enough to make you shiver, but having gotten used to him, you could handle the cold. He tugged at your wrist, saying nothing, but twisting between the slabs of limestone and concrete.

“Respect the dead. Just because they’re gone, it doesn’t mean that they weren’t people too.”

His reminders would linger on your mind, much like the ways that he would tell you stories about what it was like...the underworld. Having been there so many times, you would have thought that it would have made him jaded, or broken him in some kind of way that made the pieces of him just a bit disjointed. But, it never did.

A thin fog held over the cemetery just barely above your shins, and the humidity stuck to your bare legs. Wings flapped above to two of you: birds or bats, you couldn’t tell, but it somehow felt comforting knowing that you’re weren’t the only ones awake at this hour. Amongst the chirp the the crickets, the little string of silver and brass keys jingled at his waist.

He had lead you deeper, nearest to the edge of the little maze of stones, to a pure, marble white gazebo cut from the smoothest white rocks. The stone itself appeared to glisten like the foamy crests of waves. In the middle, was a single large bench of the same cut.

“Lets sit here for a while.”

You know what that strand of skeleton keys meant, each one bearing the symbols of Hades. “Minho, I-I know what you’re going to say--”

“--I have to go back. But, this time it won’t be for long.”

“You can just...stay? Just for one more day?”

An exhaustion dragged at Minho’s eyes, the kind that you had seen many times before on him. Even with wrinkles under his eyes, they were still set aflame with the same passion that each of the children of Hades held.

“It’s important.” He simply answered, raising his freezing had to caress down your cheek. “You know that.”

“I just wish you wouldn’t...wish you wouldn’t...”

He had drawn you into his chest, a gesture which had felt different to you than it had with others. From a boy who walked the line of life and death so thinly, being close to him like this was your tether, your promise. His heartbeat thumped softly beside yours, and it was enough.

He took your hands into his, “I got you something.”

“You didn’t have to--”

“--Take it. I want you to have it.”

The sting of the metal necklace startles your skin. It was a simple sliver chain, but inlaid on the charm was a small garnet gem that sparkled like stars, resembling that of a pomegranate seed.

“It’s gorgeous...”

“-Pulled it out myself.” He swept aside your shirt collar to bring the clasps around your neck, then traced adoring fingertips over where it crowned your skin. His weary expression gave you a proud little smile. “It looks amazing on you.”

“Why does this make it seem like you’ll be gone much longer than you say you are?”

Minho sighed out with eyes cast to the rooftop of the gazebo. Etched into the stone was the insignia of his father: the pitchfork. You had been pretending not to look at it too. Once more, a hopeful little laugh slipped past his lips.

“I thought that you knew that I’ll always come back to you? And they can’t harm me down there.”

“You and I both know that’s not true.”

“Don’t you trust me at all?”

“Am I not allowed to worry?”

After a moments pause, and the resounding sound of the hissing cicadas, he answered, “You are.”

You should have been terrified of him. Even though you had forgotten meeting him, there was one thing that you had never let go of, and something that many misunderstood. In him, there was benevolence: something so deeply tranquil about the thread to be cut over life and death. You had never been fearful of him.

The cold marble burned slightly at your thighs.

“I miss you too when I leave. You’re the reason; you’re what keeps me coming back here so I’m never wandering. Understand?”

The world turned a blur, and his fingers wiped at the tears cascading down your cheeks.

“Please don’t cry.” He kissed at the salty tears in the corners of your eyes and cheeks as if he were healing the scars made by the stains.

“I’ll miss you too. Like I always do.”

“All the more reason for me to hurry back.”

You scooched into his chest once more, taking a fistful of his cotton white shirt.

“You always know what to say.”

His hands took the sides of your face simply and carefully, hushing his lips lightly into yours like a whisper, like the way that the evening breeze got tangled in the branches of the birch trees. Soft and delicate like rose petals he kissed into your lips in the way that he would keep the shadows of the world at bay just for you. Minho wove delicious webs of want from corner to corner of your mouth. The taste of his tongue too bit like that fruit of the underworld, but to you, it had never tasted sweeter.

With your hands weakly clinging to his shirt, he uttered, “May I have you one more time?”

The fog had lifted over the cemetery, and you nodded right back into his lips.

He rested his hand behind your head where he laid you down against the cool stone, the sensation giving rise to goosebumps on your skin. One by one, he laced his fingers between yours to your side while he returned back to your mouth to lend it his warmth. There was a mischievous little grin that teased from his lips to yours, then traced down your jaw to the twitching vein on your neck. With your closed eyes, all you could see was crimson and all you could feel was the way the he pulled at the skin of your neck, drawing forth those little marks he had given you dozens of before.

Once he had finished painting your skin with his adoration, he kissed at each spot. The tingling sensation of his saliva on your neck mixed with the evening air sent shivers down your sides.

The same cold fingers came exploring up the fabric of your shirt and swirled over your skin so lightly that you felt your whole body buckle.

The evening’s breeze swept past you once more and his curious hands sent mewls from your mouth to mix with the symphony of the evening, but it was all for him. It only heightened once his hand had skillfully popped the button of your shorts, and his curious fingers delved inside further. He rubs at you purposefully, slowly, with fingers getting muddled in your arousal, teasing at how painfully needy you have become for him.

“My love, there is nothing on this earth or in hell that will keep me from coming back to you. I’m just as much yours as you are mine.”

You fight the tears that threaten your eyes, merely laughing out to avoid them.

“You really do always know what to say.”

“But I mean it.” He drags the pad of his fingertip over your slit.

The marble is frigid under your bare legs and ass once he rids you of your bottoms, freeing more space for his hand to trace over the swollen skin of your sex. His lithe fingers feel intoxicating where he curves into you after wetting them with his mouth. Every electric little response from you and each half-uttered whimper and moan he lavishes in. In his obsidian eyes, you are everything that makes up the expanse between his two worlds.

His other hand rides up your body to clasp around your neck, applying just as much pressure until your choked gasps test his own will.

The keys on his beltloop fall to the floor with a metallic sounding clank. He sits, marveling at the vision of you before him, bathed in moonlight, and your chest throwing itself to every one of the gasps which chase the last. Minho looms over you like the shadow of coming night, and you welcome him with open arms.

Even like this, he should have terrified you, but never him, never the one who had guided you through the darkness hidden in the fissures of light.

Minho gives himself all to you, coaxing himself into you deeply and completely: a feeling so whole that it must be impossible. Beside you, the earth resonates with cracks and fractures which send out little earthquakes amidst the slabs of concrete and little bouquets of wildflowers. A golden glow illuminates against the birches and the oaks.

He’s lost himself in you, rolling deeply over your core as those branches bow in the wind. He’s cracked open Hell itself while he slips further into you.

“M-minho--”

“No.” He commands, and the golden glow illuminates his face, “Look at me.”

He bites into your lip kisses of his own careless and breathy moans.

“Look at me.”

He renews his pace with the ever-growing spectral glow threatening to break the surface. The jet black strands of his hair bounce a little as he fucks you into the slab of marble, giving you no pause at all.

“I-I’m--Minho--”

The thin sliver chain of your necklace threads between his fingertips where briefly studies it’s shine. He’s kept the shadows away this long, now, as he finds himself near the edge too, the atmosphere turns heavy. Minho changes to lend your leaking and twitching sex the attention that it desires, and you unravel, just a little at first, then all at once. A mess of inhales and exhales flutter out of your mouth then your teeth catch your lip accidently, drawing just a little blood. Quickly, he uses his thumb to rub away the little red dot while chuckling,

“Don’t get too carried away darling.”

You look directly in his eyes as you shudder underneath him to plead wordlessly for what he knows you want. You can barely manage the words, but you know it’ll be all that it takes.

“Feel you-inside...I-I want you to--”

With one of his freezing hands, he hikes your thigh up to find his perfect angle, grazing you deep inside. White noise fills up your head when he drives one more orgasm out of you, turning you inside out into a proper, quivering mess. The marble doesn’t feel as cold anymore when he cums inside you with shaking thighs and a heaving chest. The pitchfork symbol above your heads catches your blurry vision, but so does the peaking red and yellow sun on the horizon that melts into the emerald tree line.

Minho holds you into him for as long as he can manage. Unspoken words fill the air between you while you’re still connected as one.

“There’s...nothing else I can do to convince you to stay longer with me?” Your fingertips find their way through his sweating scalp.

He nods no with an type of acute sadness in his eyes while he memorizes your features for what he thinks to be the last time in a long while.

“I can’t stay any longer. The business of the dead is much more different than the living.”

Just past his shoulder, you discover three or four fireflies flickering like floating candles: the light in the dark: and you weren’t even looking for it at first.

“Then at least, can I just ask until the sun rises? Will you stay?”

He plants one last kiss upon your forehead, “Until the sun rises.

#how is he so fucking hot???? AND RESPECTFUL??#stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids drabbles #stray kids oneshots #stray kids fanfic #stray kids fanfiction #Lee Minho smut #Minho smut #lee minho x y/n #lee minho x you #lee minho x reader #Lee minho x reader amut #kpop smut #kpop drabbles #kpop oneshot #kpop imagines #kpop fanfic

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minkmousesworld · 3 years

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ps: at first, I wanted to act like a good ex when Tumblr refused to keep the post because of the photo, but now I don't intend to be mature. Tumblr, how dare you eat my draft AND post?! It wasn't for you!!!ヽ( `д´*)ノ

Hello, cute mouse~ thank you so much for being so warm and patient♡ (っ˘ω˘ς )

don't forget to drink water and take care of yourself, too, okay?

thank you for request♡♡

I'm sorry for such a terrible delay!(´ . .̫ . `)

Modern AU: Kanae Kocho x Reader

『Oh my, oh my...』

⚠ flirt, petting, marking.

➤ jealous! Kanae Kocho x oblivious! Reader

✐ I'm not even going to deny that the description of the flirting has never been my strong suit.

❀❀❀

"... But we will be able to buy more pots and flowers if we earn more money from selling flowers! But to make money on flowers, we need to buy seeds. It remains only to engage in gardening and make ten flowers from one flower!"

"It's such a strange thing, but I get it..."

Kanae carefully wrapped her delicate hands around the flower pot and, smiling sweetly at you, immediately hurried to put the clay object on the shelf, humming a song under her breath. You, after seeing your beloved with your eyes, reached for the ribbons.

The alstroemeria, spreading its purple petals, was gorgeous with its yellow spots and yellow ribbon tied around the stems. You were proud of your bouquet, as if it was your first time.

You were not a professional florist (unlike your lover, who was in love with everything related to flowers, including flower wine), but since the Kanae shop became your second home, flowers have begun to bring you a strange comfort. Carefully tying the stems and making a simple bouquet brought peace and tranquility to your mind.

Perhaps Kanae's gentle enthusiasm and her admiration for "your talent" also played a significant role in the positive attitude towards flowers.

Or the tenderness with which she looked at you when you carefully treated her "babies" to make them look presentable, or looked after them when she was busy.

Kanae always cooed softly when you were gentle with the flowers. If the flowers were in her hands, she glowed with pleasure, constantly correcting or cutting off something superfluous on the flower.

The flowers, as if sensing her emotions and love, grew faster and healthier under her gentle, "green" hands.

The magic of love, no less.

"Imagine, yesterday, the little rose that we planted a few months ago grew. It has already become a full-fledged seedling!", Kanae cooed, adjusting the bouquet of begonias. "A little more, and the little flower will become a real, mature rose! It's so exciting!"

Even if her love of flowers could be strange at times, you loved that trait in her. At least, she hadn't given them names yet.

Turning to you, Kanae straightened her hair, smiled coquettishly, and walked closer with the soft click of her small heels, bringing with her the scent of floral perfume.

"Aren't you tired?", her hand covered yours, "You can rest, you remember that, right? I can finish the preparations myself before opening, while you rest"

"Mmm, no, it's fine. I love helping you, honey"

Kanae looked at you uncertainly.

"My flower... don't take this as hostility, but are you sure? You look very tired. Don't worry about the shop, I can work on my own today"

"Kanae..." you sighed and gently stroked her fingers, "it's okay. Seriously. I'm fine and I don't feel tired"

"But, sunshine, your bags under eyes..."

"It's all right. I'll go to bed early today and they'll be gone tomorrow. I can't let you work alone on such a boring day"

Kanae smiled and leaned forward, lightly touching your lips with her painted lips. She smelled sweet and pleasant... it was definitely a familiar, pleasant perfume.

But you couldn't remember the smell.

"If you're so sure of that... Good. I think I'll really be better off with you than without you. But if it gets bad, please go and get some rest, okay? Don't torture yourself for me," Kanae gently ran her fingers over your cheek.

"I'm a self-sufficient woman to allow myself not to die for a few hours of my sunshine's absence"

You nodded.

You froze for a few minutes, then reached down to the box. But there were no yellow ribbons in it.

"Sunshine?", Kanae worriedly approached you while you were sorting through the flowers that needed to be made into another bouquet. "Have you seen the yellow ribbons?"

You looked around thoughtfully and shook your head.

"Apparently, I spent the last one on that bouquet... I can go to the pantry, there was still a roll of ribbons"

"Oh, no, don't, my cute flower!", Kanae carefully took the white ribbons from you, "I'll find another suitable combination! I'll just take the white ribbons from you~"

"Can this be considered a fine?"

"Only if you want it, my sunshine,", she whispered in a sweet voice, smiling.

There was something magical about how carefully she usually made a harmonious combination of flowers and ribbons.

A soft kiss on your cheek left a pale pink trail of lipstick.

But now, looking at how her fingers flew over the bouquet, then tying it with a ribbon, then removing it and tying it with a new one, you felt more like tension.

To an outsider, there was nothing strange about the way she behaved. Kanae still hummed, occasionally straightening her hair, and just picked out the best ribbon for the flowers, while butterflies almost literally fluttered around her and flowers bloomed.

But you, who have known her for a long time, have seen her hands tremble slightly, or the aura around her become less light. Kanae was definitely a little annoyed.

Maybe someone should have gone to the storeroom and picked up the ribbons.

You were already ready to go after him, as long as Kanae didn't look disappointed because of the disharmony.

"Sunflower," Kanae walked up to you with a quick but light step and a serious expression on her face. "I need to go to the storeroom immediately. None of the tapes cannot be combined... Maybe I set myself up to think that only yellow will look good with flowers"

Kanae put her hand to her cheek, smiling guiltily.

"But I need it anyway. I'll be back in five minutes!"

And she immediately hurried to the storeroom.

"Kanae, let me—"

But your beloved has already disappeared through the door.

You really hoped that nothing had happened to Kanae.

"... Oh, okay. Honey, be careful!"

Not that it was strange to walk around for half an hour in the pantry, especially considering how many things you kept there, but Kanae was always easy to navigate in unfamiliar terrain and did not suffer from chronic Lost syndrome.

If something was wrong, she would have written to you or called you, right?

All right, if she doesn't show up in fifteen minutes, you go get her. Just to help.

The fifth bouquet was ready. Perhaps it was worth doing last night, but you were very busy with each other then, so some of the bouquets had to be done in the morning...

"Excuse me?", the front door slowly opened, and cold air flew into the shop.

"Good day. How can I help you?"

Blushing slightly, the girl hurriedly entered the store, closing the door with a soft "I'm sorry!". But she wasn't alone - another girl followed her in, smiling playfully.

"We... I ordered a flower. Alstroemeria"

"... Flower?"

"Bouquet", the second girl playfully approached your table. "Hanako meant 'bouquet of alstroemeria'. She's just worried, don't pay attention~"

The girl shrugged. Hanako shifted from one foot to the other and nodded, blushing.

"Yes, a bouquet... I'm sorry"

"It's alright... how are you recorded in the book?"

"Miyuki!", the second girl became active again, leaning closer to you. "Like me!"

She smiled sweetly at you.

"Nice to meet you~ I'm Miyuki, an adult, so it's safe to talk to me!" Miyuki laughed. Hanako smiled shyly, apparently slowly relaxing.

"What's your name? You're cute~"

You crossed out the name "Miyuki" from the list and turned back to the girls.

After thanking her for the compliment and saying your name to the girl, you got a quiet "awww" from Miyuki in return. Hanako glanced from the girl to you, but when she saw you looking at her, she smiled again.

"... Anyway, give me a few minutes, and I'll find your bouquet"

Miyuki almost climbed over the railing, placing her chest comfortably on the table. As she hummed, she watched you carefully as you searched for the bouquet.

"Hey, [Y/n], how long have you been working in this shop? I'm sure there was only a pretty girl here before..."

"Oh, since my girlfriend and I started living together..."

The bouquet, as luck would have it, was not there.

Miyuki stopped humming.

"'Girlfriend'?"

Miyuki thoughtfully looked at you and started to smile, nodding.

"Ah, I understand~ your girlfriend... Well, let's not talk about sad things... So..."

Miyuki bit her lip.

"H-how long have you been running this shop?"

"My girlfriend does it. I'm just working on— here, a bouquet"

Hanako, who was looking at the flowers, immediately turned around and hurriedly came closer. Miyuki looked at Hanako and then back at you.

"Can I have your phone number, [Y/n]?"

"... Mmm? I'm sorry?"

"Your phone number, [Y/n]"

"No, I understand. Why do you need my number?"

"To call you!..." Miyuki placed her hands on her sides. "You know, for important calls, or ordering bouquets... you need customers, right? I would love to order a bouquet~ something beautiful, like your eyes~"

"I think it's unnecessary. Hanako, here's your bouquet. Thank you so much for coming to us"

"T-thank you..."

Hanako quickly paid for the purchase, casting glances at Miyuki, who looked annoyed.

When Hanako left, Miyuki turned back to you. You stiffened, but the girl continued to stand with a slightly guilty and upset look.

"[Y/n], you're cute! Like, super cute..."

Miyuki, smiling sweetly, touched the tips of your fingers.

"I've seen you a lot, and I think we should get to know each other better! So what? Shall we exchange phone numbers? We could go for a walk with you tomorrow, after your work. I don't think your girlfriend would mind~"

Even if Miyuki was an adult, she still resembled a child in her behavior.

You took a deep breath.

"Miy—"

"Ara, ara"

"Thank you for your purchase, goodbye. Don't flirt with my love anymore, thank you for your understanding"

Kanae kisses a little rougher than usual.

There is almost no light in the back room - one of the lights that is constantly burning during working hours is right behind you, and this makes a purple fire play in her eyes every time Kanae steps back a couple of centimeters from your face.

Kanae grabs the collar of your shirt with one hand and touches your stomach with the other.

"It's cute when you're jealous"

"I'm not jealous, [Y/n]"

But she bites a little when she kisses you again. Her fingers climb higher, touching your chest, and scratch painlessly before reaching down to your stomach.

"I'm just disappointed that others are bothering you. It's not jealousy"

"The fifth hickey on my neck says otherwise"

"I make sure that others know that you have a girlfriend"

A sixth hickey appears on your neck.

"You're cute when you're crazy"

Kanae touches your underwear with her fingers.

Kanae's hair is soft, easy to grab and pull back a little to kiss her when she puts the hickey back on.

Kanae groans slightly and uses her other hand to painlessly scratch your hand with her short nails.

"Don't be so salty, honey. This is a just trouble"

Kanae almost growls, no longer trying to hide his dislike.

"Trouble? Is this when she decided to flirt with you, or when she started demanding your phone number? Or when she decided your girlfriend wouldn't mind? What exactly is the trouble?"

Kanae touches your underwear with her nails, tracing a line, and kisses you passionately.

"You're my girlfriend, Kanae"

"Is this a trouble?"

"Hon—"

Kanae bites into your lips again, pressing harder on your underwear.

"You're my sunshine, and I'm your honey, right?"

Kanae slides her fingers under your underwear, never taking her eyes off you.

You nod, pulling her in for a kiss.

Her panties are wet, especially when you touch her clit, and Kanae moans, squeezing hips, clinging to your sleeve.

Kanae kisses passionately and hotly, occasionally still lightly scratching your chest and squeezing your thighs. Her fingers touch sweetly and gently, in contrast to her lips, and you take deep breaths, closing your eyes.

It's hot and stuffy in the pantry, and you're kissing desperately, squeezing each other. Kanae moans sweetly, stimulating you and your body even more, pinning you against the wall.

The flush of excitement on her cheeks looks charming especially when coupled with the way she shivers as she spreads her legs.

"I love you, [Y/n]" Kanae whispers, snuggling close to you.

Her soft lips leave lipstick marks on your lips and neck as you touch her, then slip into her panties, then touch through them, listening to moans and sounds.

Gradually, you behave more rudely, but Kanae willingly lets you, almost purring, looking at you with her bright eyes and open mouth. Her breasts continuously rise and fall due to heavy breathing, and through her white shirt, wet from the heat, you can see the lace bra.

Kanae starts to shake harder, squeezing your wet fingers inside and squeezing your hand with her hips, and biting your shoulder, causing you to flinch and twitch your body.

This is enough.

"Ara, ara, I'm close, I'm close, I'm—"

Kanae sobs as your fingers become completely wet and you feel a strong throb.

Her thighs, wet and trembling, slowly part, releasing your fingers.

"Ara, ara, what a mess we've made..."

"You look cute when you're angry"

"... Mmm, can I consider this an invitation for the second round, my flower?♡"

#kanae kocho smut #kanae kocho x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba scenarios #demon slayer scenarios #🍮.modern au #🍡.petting #🍡.marking #🐹.cute mouse

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spencessmile · 3 years

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Mi Amour

Pairing - Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary - Spencer finds out what Valentine's day actually means to you.

Warnings - Slight mentions of death, but mostly fluff.

Word Count - 1,791

And all imagines/fanfics/blurbs are written solely by me so please don't steal my work and/or post it without my consent. Feedback and Comments are welcome. Happy reading!

A/N - HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!! I LOVE YOU GUYS!!

Requests are CLOSED!

“Spencer!” You kicked the door with your foot, “Come on, I can’t feel my damn arms,” You were juggling 4 bags of food on one arm as the other held enough alcohol to serve 100 people. “Spen-” The door flew open, revealing Spencer as he fixed his hair. “Help me!” You shoved past him, handing him the alcohol. You set down the food on the table, pulling out the chair and having a seat.

“We could have just ordered this stuff, you know?”

“We could have but I haven’t left my apartment in four days and I needed some fresh air.”

“How much food did you buy?”

“Oh, you’ll probably have loads of leftovers. Like Papa Rossi always says more food is better than less food.”

“Did you happen to go to the grocery store and buy -”

“Double stuffed Oreos and whipped cream? Yeah, the first thing I crossed off my list.”

“You’re the best,” He beamed, skimming through the bags.

“Oh,” You chuckle. “I know.”

“How were the grocery stores?” He asked.

You shake your head as Spencer looks at you in amusement “Everyone is so giddy and full of fluff.”

“Fluff?” Spencer laughed at your choice of word.

“Yeah, holding hands, kissing in public, smiling with their teeth, being extra freaking nice, buying all the damn chocolate and different colored flowers in the world. Don’t even get me started on the damn stuffed teddy bears.”

“Who did you buy these for?” He pulls a nice yellow bouquet out of the bag alongside a vase.

“For you.”

“Why?”

“Because you need some colour in your life besides this were half off and I felt so ridiculous standing in that damn aisle. So, make sure they live longer than a week.”

“On it,” You watched Spencer fill the case with water, adding the flower food, mixing it up, cutting off the ends of the stems, adding the flowers in the vase as he placed it in the middle of his small dining table.

“Mmm,” Spencer stood behind your chair. “They do look nice.”

“Yeah, they do.” You nod.

“Did you bring the movies?”

“Oh yes!” You reach for the bag on the far end. “It’s Disney night.”

“101 Dalmatians, Aladdin, Alice in Wonderland, Bambi and Bambi II, Beauty and the Beast, Cinderella, Dumbo, Finding Dory, Finding Nemo, Lion King, and Coco,” Spencer reads out all the movies.

“Just some of my favorites.”

“These are just some?” Spencer raises his eyebrow at you.

“Disney and Disney Pixar have the best movies. Hands down. Don’t even argue with me on this.” Spencer nods, “Listen, I could have rented out the whole shelf at the shop but I controlled myself.”

“I bet.” He nods. “Alright, which one should we watch first?”

“I picked last time so your turn,” You watched Spencer flip through the movies until he landed on Coco.

“I’ve never watched this one,” You looked at him shocked. “What?”

“Oh my god, where do you keep your tissues?”

“What why?”

“Trust me, you're going to need them. You're going to need lots of them.”

Spencer and you sat on the couch, after watching the movie, boxes of sushi in both of your laps, eating in comfortable silence. You could feel Spencer’s eyes on every once in a while.

“What is it, Spencer?” You asked.

Spencer set down his drink and rubbing his neck. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Shoot,” You replied.

“Why don't you like Valentine’s day?”

You had a feeling that Spencer would ask this question but you weren’t quite sure how you were going to answer it without breaking down, you didn't expect yourself to.

“You don’t have to answer it if you don’t want to but I just always wondered. I’ve known you for 6 years and every year we do the same thing. You come over to my house with way too much food and alcohol. We sit here together and watch movies.”

“Are you saying that you don’t like my company?” You pretended to play hurt, just to pull Spencer’s leg. He immediately set down his sushi box and faced you.

“N-No. That n-not what I meant. I didn-t mean to hu-hurt your feelin-” You laughed at how quick he panicked at your words. “Why are you laughing?”

“No reason,” You set aside your box, grabbing your wine glass and settling down on the sofa again. "When I was younger my mom would love celebrating Valentine's day and she would celebrate it with everyone, not just my dad. I would wake up to the smell of bacon, pancakes, her famous buttery and cheese eggs, and cherry pie. My siblings and I would help her set up the table. Once everything used to be set, we'd make our way to their room and wake up my dad. We'd have a tickle war and jus-" You feel the tears pressing as you take a deep breath before continuing. "I remember laying there for several minutes, taking in the comfortable and peaceful silence of our little family. We'd have breakfast, play games, and simply spent the day with one another. We did the tradition every year growing up. When I was young, I asked my mom why she always celebrated Valentine's with us and never just our dad and she said 'Valentine's day isn't meant to be spent with just one person you love, it's meant to be shared with everyone you love. That there is always enough love within you to want to share it with others.' I mean, they could have dropped my siblings and me off at my grandma's and left to celebrate the day on their own, but she never did. She always chose to include us."

Spencer was intently listening as you continued. "Every year I used to look forward to this stupid day, but one morning I woke up and my life changed forever." Spencer grabbed onto your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I was at my grandmother's the night before Valentine's, my parents and siblings were coming to pick me up but when I woke up in the morning I remember my grandma looking at me and without her saying anything, I just knew. It has never been the same since then."

"Y/n," Spencer moved closer. "First off, I'm sorry about your family," You nod, you never once mentioned them to anyone on the team, it was far too painful for you. "Secondly, even though you're not going to believe me, what happened to your family isn't your fault."

"Isn't it?"

"No," Spencer shakes his head as the tears come streaming down your face.

"They still would have been alive Spencer! If it weren't for me, they'd still be here. They'd be here with me, today. I would have been at home but now I don-" Spencer wraps his arms around you, rubbing your back. You stay like for a minute before pulling back. "Sorry, I did-"

"You don't have to apologize."

"The following year on this day I remember being so upset because I woke up to nothing. It was just quiet. I felt so empty and it just hurt so much. I just hated the fact that the one day that bought us together as a family was the same day that ripped them away from my hands. Ever since then, I've had this love-hate relationship with this day."

Even after all these years of you convincing yourself that what happened to your family wasn't your fault, you couldn't help but think it was your fault. If they weren't on the road that morning, then you'd still have them.

"I sulked around every year on Valentine's day until one day, I realized that my mom would have been so upset to see me doing that. She always celebrated that day with music, food, movies, and love. So, I decided to celebrate it just like she would have. Before I joined the team, I used to go out buy loads of takeout, grab a couple of my parent's favorite red wine bottles," You raise your glass. "I'd play our favorite music, watch the same movies we'd watch together, and stuff my face with food. It sort of became my tradition, my thing."

Spencer's inside exploded as he noticed your smile getting bigger as you talked about your family. "I like that."

"What?"

"That you kept the tradition alive."

"Me too." You beamed.

"But why did you decided to share your sole tradition with me?"

"I know that you and your mom probably spent loads of holidays and special days together up until you had to make the tough decision to put her in a care home. After that you probably didn't spend many special days with her," Spencer remains silent at your words. "So I took it upon myself to share the love with you because if my parents knew you, they'd love you. Even though it was rarely said I knew that my parents and sibling loved me a lot, so I decided to share some of that love with you because god Spencer, you deserve it."

Spencer's heart was bursting at your words, he never heard anyone say anything sweeter. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For sharing your love with me," You smiled.

"They're proud of you, you know that?"

"I hope," You chuckle.

"They should be because they raised one hell of a human being. Going through what you did and still having love to share, that's a difficult thing to do."

"Yeah, I guess."

"Let's toast," Spencer raised his glass.

"To what?"

"You shared your love with me so now I'm going to share my love with you," You looked at Spencer confused, he put down both glasses and leaned forward, your faces inches away from one another. He rubbed the tip of his nose with yours, giving you enough time to pull away, but you don't, instead, you wrap your hands around his neck. Soon after, his lips clash with yours as he pulls you closer. You wrap your legs around his waist. Pulling back you rest your forehead against his, "What was that?" Your heart was racing, eyes a little blurry as your mind was a little fuzzy from the wine.

"Just sharing the love, mi amour."

All you have to do now, is listen to your soul - Seeker

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yutahoes · 3 years

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Mono no Aware

(Chapter Eleven - Final)

Intro - One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six - Seven - Eight - Nine - Ten - Eleven (Final)

Mono No Aware, ‘the pathos of things’, a melancholic appreciation of the transiency of existence. That fleeting moment when you realized that something you love is bound to disappear. Like life.

pairing : grim reaper! Yuta Nakamoto x female doctor! Reader

chapter word count : 4k words (I’m sorry 🙏)

chapter genre : angst, fluff

chapter warning : death, headache (I’m ready to get hate for this)

Yuta leaned on the wall outside the large doors, sighing heavy breaths. A divine being? How dare he make them suffer like this if he's really watching? He never believed in God, even thinking that it was ridiculous. But now, he desperately prayed for that God or that almighty being to save her. For her to stay next to him. So he doesn't have these regrets again.

The doors opened and he smiled timidly at the girl exiting the large doors who was grinning at him. Y/N ran to him, his arms automatically wrapping around her. “Were you scared earlier?”

She shook her head then glanced at him. “You’re here now.” Yuta smiled. He's here now. On her side. He never wished to be somewhere else. He will protect her. “Can you take me away from here? I kind of hated the smell of hospitals now.” Yuta nodded, taking her hand as they headed outside the hospital doors.

Her hands felt warm as he rubbed his thumb on the back of her hand, asking if there was somewhere she wanted to go. The girl smiled, "Surprise me, Yuta." He just chuckled, knowing very well where to bring her.

Y/N kept on exclaiming in awe as they reached a riverbed, the grassy ground under the starlight making her giggle as it tickled her. Yuta helped in removing her shoes, helping her sink her feet on the warm water of the river. “Thank you for bringing me here.” He smiled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her hair. “It’s really pretty here.” she whispered, eyeing the cherry blossoms surrounding them.

“Not as pretty as you.” The girl glared before laughing at him. He’s just telling the truth. She’s breathtaking, under the moonlight. Like the first time he fell in love with her.

Y/N lied down on the grass, her hand reaching out for the stars. “Do you think we can meet again in our next lives?” Yuta hissed at that question. Can they just talk about other things? “Do you think we can be together in our next life?”

But he cannot escape this, like how he cannot escape her. “You promised to stay next to me.” He hated himself for sounding really desperate but hated it more when she turned to look at him. Tears on the corner of her eyes, making it sparkle brighter than the stars in the sky. And it broke him. “You promised not to leave me.”

“I did.” Her voice broke a sob. “I’m sorry, Yuta.” The tears fell from her eye, like a drop of crystal breaking because of the pointed grass. Like his heart right now. “But you have to let me go, Yuta.”

He shook his head, biting his lip to stop himself from crying. “I can’t. Not again.”

Y/N removed the bracelet from her wrist while sitting up. The beaded couple bracelet that she said Jungwoo gave. Black. The color of death. “Jungwoo said it’s a gift.” Yuta shook his head. It’s not. He wanted to separate them, he’s sure of that. Why did it take a long time for him to notice all this?

‘The divine being wanted to protect you. They’re always watching you and your reason.’ Yet he let her fall on the divine being’s tricks. Even trusting him with her safety but he only brought her harm. If this was a gift, why isn't he happy at all?

The girl put the bracelet on his wrist, just above the smartwatch he's wearing. “I’ll always be with you, Yuta." He shook his head, biting his lip that he's tasting blood. He doesn't want the tears to fall. He doesn't want her to leave from his eyesight even for a millisecond. "Thank you for loving me and protecting me all this time.” But he didn't and it broke him more. “I love you, Yuta."

She reached out to hold his cheek. He can still feel her warmth and he refused to believe that she’s already dead, a soul. “I love you, Y/N.”

Y/N giggled. "I feel like you became my grim reaper in my last moment so I won’t have any regrets.” How can she think of these things right now? "And I hope you won't regret anything now, Yuta."

He wanted to remember the genuine smile on her face right now. He wanted to not regret anything. She knows how much he loved her. He just wished that they had more time to be together. “Please wait for me, Y/N.”

She nodded. “Even how long it takes, Yuta.”

He leaned in to kiss her as the strong wind blew and cherry blossoms fell from the trees. She disappeared before he could hold her in his arms as tears started falling from his eyes.

He cannot live without her. Yet he cannot do anything to be with her.

He needed answers. Luckily, he knew where to find that as he grasped the black beaded bracelet on his wrist. Jungwoo.

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“Did you send her well?” Jungwoo asked as soon as he went inside the coffee shop. It's now close, only a small light illuminating the two of them. He wanted to curse at him. He knew all along yet he never mentioned anything? “I’m sorry, hyung. I know you hate me now but I only did these to protect you both.”

“How is it protecting us? I trusted you and you killed her.”

Jungwoo shook his head. "Yuta, she was supposed to die even before you met." That information surprised him. What? "When her parents died in the car crash, she was supposed to come with them." He didn't know that. Is Jungwoo the one who saved her? "That's why she's always in danger."

She is, he realized. It seems like death is always following her and now, he knew why. It was the law of nature. Everyone is bound to die. “I’ve always adored the princess, Yuta. She was the reason why my grandfather lived. My sister and I liked her very much.” His recollections brought him to that old house by the riverbed. The grandfather she always takes care of, the two children who adore her. “I promised my sister that I’ll protect you both, the keepers of her beads.”

Beads? The red and white bracelet. so Jungwoo is that wide eyed boy who is always greeting them whenever they go to that small house. The kid who loves peaches that Y/N would always buy some whenever she's in the town market. The young boy who always talks to the princess with a lot of admiration in his eyes.

Yuta lightly smiled, Y/N would be delighted to know that the little boy grew up well. “I’m sorry it took so long, hyung. Now that you have no regrets, you can go peacefully.” Go? Where? “Johnny will guide you.” He said then stood up that surprised Yuta. That's it? Does Johnny know this as well?

Before Jungwoo could leave the coffee shop, he stopped in his tracks. “Yuta, it wasn’t you who killed the princess. I just wanted you to know that.” What? It wasn't him? But before he could ask another thing, Jungwoo disappeared from his very eyes.

So this is it? She doesn’t need to wait too long. He doesn’t need to be lonely for too long.

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Johnny’s flower shop was really busy when he came that time of the day but the moment Yuta entered the door, the other guy just gestured to a door on the side of the shop. He waited patiently, seated by a couch in the room which looks like his personal one where he makes coffee for the souls. This is it. Johnny is really sending him away.

The door opened and Yuta watched as his friend for a long time closed the door behind him and placed a bouquet of white flowers on the table. “I’m sorry. I can’t protect her even for the last time.” Johnny whispered as he sat beside Yuta on the couch. “Everything was so fast.”

“Do you know that she’ll die?”

Johnny shook his head. “I was there but not for her. The young girl beside her was supposed to die but the car swerved to the right, directly hitting her.” He explained and Yuta nodded.

When Yuta came to the front of the shrine, Y/N was already lying on the ground full of blood. He was just standing there, stunned, as medics helped her and people were crowding on her. His watch blinked a bright orange with her name written in bold letters. If not for Johnny, he wouldn’t even have his senses back.

The older leaned his back on the soft couch as Yuta leaned forward, elbows on his thigh as he clasped his hands together. “You already talked to Jungwoo?” The younger nodded that made Johnny laugh.

"Are you really sending me off?" Johnny nodded then motioned for the flowers on the table. “Johnny, I understood the coffee. I killed myself by drinking poison. What about you? Have you ever wondered why you’re giving flowers to souls?”

“I killed myself by a flowerbed.” Yuta had to look at him. He knew? “Jungwoo showed me everything when Y/N was stabbed.” He knew all along? “It’s a wonder why I’ve been dragged by the two of you all the time. Whenever you’re meeting, I’m always there.” Come to think of it, he is. “I was tasked to keep the princess safe but I lost her.”

“So you killed yourself?”

“The king died, the princess died. And the new ruler is vicious that everyone hated him.”

Yuta nodded. The new ruler? “Is he the one who killed the princess?"

Johnny nodded then breathed hard. “And now he’s paying for his sins.” Paying? He’s here with them? “Yuta, when you meet her again, can you tell her that she’s the most stubborn client I ever had?” Yuta chuckled at that. She is. “And that I’m happy that you guided her.” Johnny smiled at him, a genuine smile like an older brother proud of his younger brother. “I’m glad you can get away from here.”

“You said you killed yourself because of Y/N, your reason is also gone. You can now also leave.”

The older smiled. “I just need to guide one last soul before Jungwoo sends me away.” He gestured for the flowers on the table. “Go and see her.”

Yuta stood up then held the bouquet of flowers, smiling at the white chrysanthemums in the bunch. “Thank you, Johnny. Meet me there?”

He smiled. “Don’t miss me too much.” Yuta had to laugh at that. “Bye Yuta, I’ll see you soon.”

And all he could see is the blinding light.

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The town was in fire, the smell of smoke and burning wood invading Jungwoo’s senses. He kept on shouting for his sister and his grandparents who were left inside their small home. He’s lost. He doesn’t know what to do. He’s all alone, hiding from the rebels that destroyed their town.

There’s only one person he knew he could turn to. The princess.

He ran to the palace, surprised that men in black robes were already filling the place. She showed him the way inside before without even passing the main gate of the palace and he used his remaining energy to look for her. Jungwoo hoped she’s safe. She’s the only one he had left.

Before he could reach the courtyard, he saw her kneeling in front of the bloody king. There are a lot of men, he cannot come to her. A man clad in black walked in front of her, the white bracelet glistening on his wrist. Her royal guard. Yuta. Another man started walking to where they are, pushing the sword that was in Yuta’s hand.

Jungwoo’s eyes widened in surprise as the princess fell on Yuta’s arms. No, she can’t be. She cannot be dead. The moonlight illuminated the wicked eyes of her killer. And he promised to make his life miserable.

Now, those eyes were filled with tears and desperation as he wept in front of Y/N’s urn.

The weather is gloomy, as sad as what they are feeling as they laid her to her last rest. The rain didn’t stop, soaking Doyoung as he knelt in front of her framed smiling picture. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I should’ve done everything.”

Jungwoo crossed his arms against his chest. But he did. He had done enough. He had always been there for her. Like a brother. An act he should have done when they're truly blood-related. Jungwoo held his shoulder in a light squeeze before he bid farewell to him, thanking him for attending her funeral.

His eyes were still clouded in tears when Doyoung got inside his car. Maybe this was what she felt when her parents died. Y/N had been so important in his life that he felt like another part of him just went with her. He was just thankful that she had some friends who gave her respect. But that guy, her boyfriend, where is he? Why isn’t he at the funeral?

His head throbbed as he started driving on the highway back to his house. Flashes of scenes appeared in front of him, gloomy yet vivid. “Doyoung, you are the rightful heir to the throne.” He can hear a weak woman’s voice followed by an image of a thin woman lying down. She looked sick as if approaching death.

Another sting on the head and he saw how men in black robes started putting fires on houses and even killing people blocking their way. A sense of pride growing inside him. A new kingdom will emerge. Done by him. The rightful heir to the throne. A monster created to kill the person who sent him away to a faraway land because his mom is just a concubine, his own father.

“The princess will be a good ruler sometime.” He heard someone say from a stall in the town market nearby. “She’s good with people.”

“I hope they don’t marry her off to an arrogant prince.” A sister? He has a sister? This was not in the plan. He knew he had to do something to remove the blockage on his way to the throne. Throw her to a faraway land? Maybe marry her to a neighboring kingdom? Or make her his concubine?

Power is an evil force. He noticed how one of the rebels became closer with the so-called princess and he grew greedy, seeing as how everyone adores the girl. When he hesitated to kill her, he decided to get some blood in his hands. He didn’t care, as long as the power becomes his.

With the princess gone, everyone is bound to love him. To obey him. To be called ‘Your Royal Highness’.

But power is a double-edged sword. He ruled the kingdom, sent wars to neighboring land while protecting himself. He’s the king. Everyone is bound to protect him. The people who he thought would be loyal to him started betraying him.

And just like his father, he was killed by the rebels.

Doyoung gasped as he found himself in an unfamiliar room. What is this place? It smells like flowers. The door opened as a tall guy, holding a bouquet of flowers, came inside. “Where am I? What happened?” He lightly glanced at the guy who sat in front of him. “Why am I seeing things?”

The other guy only stared at him. “You’re dead, Doyoung. You had a heart attack while driving. They ruled it out as heartbroken syndrome.” What? He’s dead? "And I apologize that you have to remember everything you have done in the past."

He started recalling the things he remembered. His greed. The power. Y/N. “The princess, it’s Y/N isn’t it?” The guy nodded. “I killed her?” Again, a nod. “Is that why she died in my hands now?”

“You did everything you can do. You even saved her from dying the first time.” Doyoung was brought back to the time he asked her to eat tteokbokki with him after class instead of going with her parents. The next thing they knew, they were killed in a crash. “You’ve become the person she wished you will be. A brother.”

“Did you also meet with her when she died? What are you? Are you God?”

Johnny shook his head with a laugh. “A grim reaper.” He then eyed the yellow flowers in the bouquet. “Yuta guided her. They’re probably together now.” His client looked surprised that he continued. “He’s also a grim reaper and Y/N knows it. The rebel...”

“The rebel who refused to kill her.” Doyoung supplied and the other nodded. “She’s probably happy now, isn’t she? Do you think she can forgive me?”

Johnny nodded as he pushed the bouquet of yellow flowers to him. "Daffodil means rebirth. You'll be happier in your next life, Doyoung. I assure you of that."

Once his fingers touched the flowers, he immediately disappeared. The yellow petals replaced him on the chair which blew away when the door opened. Johnny sighed while leaning on his chair as Jungwoo sat on the couch. "Thank you, Johnny."

"Do you think Yuta and Y/N already met?" The older asked that made Jungwoo smile. "Will you allow the three of them to meet in their next life, Greater God?"

"The question is, will you?"

Johnny smiled at Jungwoo. "They deserve it, don't they?"

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The cherry blossoms look so pretty in the pictures Y/N took. Japan is so pretty in pink and she's thankful that her brother brought her to this trip. "Doyoung, look at me." She ordered as she snapped another photo of her favorite subject.

"Can you stop? You've taken hundreds of photos of me already. Are you obsessed with me?" Y/N scoffed at that, rolling her eyes, and pretended to not hear him. She stepped back to get another picture of the white and pink flowers before she felt something bump on her back.

The girl turned to the person, apologizing for being such a clutz while helping him pick up his things, different charms and beads. "No worries. It happens all the time." He said in a warm voice as she apologized profusely. "Here, a gift, welcome to the shrine." He gave her a white beaded bracelet that surprised her.

The guy smiled and she took it while bowing at him. "Thank you," she said then put on the bracelet. The guy thanked her as well before Y/N was called by Doyoung and asked if she's alright. "I'm fine. I just…" She then looked in the opposite direction to see the man she bumped earlier but he's gone. Weird. Maybe he walks fast.

“Hanami,” Y/N heard someone say in a familiar voice that made her look at the person speaking. “Flower viewing is common in Japan during this season of cherry blossoms.” She watched as the guy pointed at the pink and white flowers surrounding the area, enamored by his explanation of the cherry blossom tree.

They are truly beautiful. No wonder people love to see them.

“Teacher.” One called, raising a hand. “Then why do we have to see cherry blossoms when there are other flowers around?” Because they’re mysterious. After blooming beautifully, they’ll just leave you. Melancholic. Y/N wanted to say those words but just chuckled to herself. Maybe it’s just her feeling these things.

She waited for the guy in front to answer, glancing at his way only to see him looking at her. Startled, she just diverted her attention to her camera then snapped some pictures. “Mono no Aware.” The guy answered which made her look at him. What is that? But before she could get an answer to her question, Doyoung called out for her.

All the walk tired her out and she was thankful that there’s a vacant bench nearby to rest her aching feet. Y/N looked at the pictures in her camera, smiling at how pretty the place is. Doyoung will really have nice pictures for his Instagram. “Excuse me,” He heard a male voice call in a soft voice. She looked up to see the guy explaining about the cherry blossoms earlier. “Can I sit?” Y/N nodded, awkwardly moving to the left to give him some space.

She puffed her cheeks while busying herself with the pictures. Why is it so awkward? And where is Doyoung? “Are you a photographer?” The guy asked and she shook her head, saying that it’s just a hobby. “You take great pictures.”

Y/N smiled. “Thanks.” She put down her camera to engage in a conversation with him. “I’m sorry. I was listening to you earlier and you said something about mono...?”

“Mono no Aware?” She nodded, looking at him in confusion. “It’s empathy towards things, the Japanese term for the awareness of impermanence.”

Again, she nodded while smiling to herself. “So the reason why we appreciate cherry blossoms is that we’re aware that the flowers will leave us?” The guy nodded, smiling at her. Y/N breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m glad I’m not the only one feeling that.”

He chuckled. “It’s the same with life. We appreciate the little things happening to us because it’s only temporary.” Wow, she thought, Japanese people do have amazing philosophies. "You are better at understanding the concept than my students."

The girl had to giggle at that. "I'm just overly emotional with things."

“Here, since you understood my lesson.” The guy showed her a light pink bracelet that startled her. “Pink doesn’t sit well with me.”

She removed the white bracelet on her left wrist, showing it to him. “Then do you want to switch? Someone just gave this to me and it’s the same.” She giggled. "It's so cool." Y/N wore the light pink bracelet on her right wrist while the guy put the white one on his left wrist. "The color is pretty, like cherry blossoms."

The wind blew and three small petals fell above the bracelets they were looking at. “They said catching three petals from the cherry blossom tree lets your wish of love come true.” He explained that made her laugh, taking the three petals that fell. "I'm Yuta Nakamoto. I'm a professor at Tokyo University."

"I'm Y/N. I'm a children’s book writer." She introduced, shaking his hand.

"If you're free, there's a pretty coffee shop down the shrine. Do you want to have coffee with me?"

Y/N nodded. "I would love to." Yuta stood up and she followed him. "Wait, I'm going to look for my brother…" She then shook her head. "Nevermind, I'll just message him."

Yuta laughed, reaching out a hand for her with his palm up. "Let's go, princess." The girl giggled at the nickname as she held his hand, their pink and white bracelets sticking to each other.

"They look good together," Jungwoo whispered, holding the charms and beads he was selling to the tourists. Johnny nodded, watching fondly as how the two looked natural beside each other. "I have to say, I didn't expect you can really make them meet each other."

The older guy smirked. "It's a long shot." He gestured to another guy in the crowd who was talking animatedly to a girl, "It wouldn't be possible without Doyoung."

Jungwoo watched in amusement. "Is she a doctor?" He referred to the woman listening to Doyoung and Johnny smiled, making the younger laugh. "Will they be happy now, Greater God?"

"The Greater Gods are in their favor now."

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And that concludes my third series. This wasn’t the ending I originally had in mind since this is an angst fic but I just hoped I answered all questions in this series. I’m sorry for giving you headaches, I also had a hard time connecting all the dots in this story so please tell me if I missed some questions.

I don’t know why I made this fic but while editing it, I realized that life is short and that everyone is indeed bound to die. I remember hearing this line in a movie ‘The day we were born, we start dying.’ so we have to do things that makes us happy. Let’s not regret things in the long run.

Thank you for waiting patiently and reading Mono no Aware. 💚 May the Greater Gods be ever in your favor. *does the Mockingjay salute*

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alby-rei · 3 years

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Paint My World in Shades of You (Vincent x MC)

a/n: Happy birthday Vincent <3

[Characters]: MC, Vincent, Theo

[Genre]: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

[Warning]: None

{Paint my World in Shades of You}

I was sitting in Vincent’s room on his couch while he painted. His eyes were trained on the beautiful arrangement of flowers that rested against the window.

My eyes were trained on him; I was obsessed with his side profile. I loved the way his eyes shone with concentration, and his jaw relaxed and tensed as he worked. Suddenly, his serious expression lit up in laughter.

“When you look at me like that, I can’t help but lose focus.”

“Ah—I’m so sorry! I just—” My face heated up considerably, I must be a roasted tomato by now, “I really like watching you paint. It fascinates me so much how you create such wonderful paintings, and I was… taking mental notes of your technique,” and your face, and your arms, and your fingers, and-

“Have you painted, too, in your time?”

“Mmhm,” I nodded with enthusiasm, “though I’m still very much a beginner. I enjoy painting with a friend more than I do when I’m alone.”

“Oh?” Vincent set his palette down and faced me fully, “I can get you a canvas if you want to paint with me.”

“Right now?? I mean I’ve never worked with oil paints before… just acrylic and watercolor.”

Vincent rummaged through his supplies behind his desk, taking out a case full of paint tubes.

“I’ve got watercolors right here,” he shot me an excited smile, and my heart fluttered. How was I so lucky to have such an adorable boyfriend?

I wasn’t used to painting on large canvases— though it was still small compared to his— so I felt pretty intimidated just staring at the blank white abyss in front of me.

“What’s wrong?”

“I… don’t know where to start,” I looked back at him sheepishly.

I waved my paint-less brush on the canvas, shifting my gaze between the flower bouquet and the canvas to make a mental sketch. I caught sight of Vincent’s work in progress, and I had an idea.

“Hey Vincent, do you mind if I… copy you?”

“Hm?” He quirked his head to the side.

“I want to learn how to paint like you, that’s how I’ve always learned actually— by watching others.”

His eyes widened, and he stuttered uncharacteristically. His gaze softened, as a small blush crept up his cheeks, and he looked back at his own unfinished work.

“Well, if that’s what you want to do, then I’m all for it.”

“Yay!” I clapped my hands in excitement.

Vincent didn’t have an extra easel, so he suggested I use his. But I insisted that I can work without one. I brought a stool and dragged it close to his and started watching his every move.

“So first, I mixed these colors…” he stretched his arm out to display his color palette. It was a beautiful mess of oil paints, with a large white spot in one corner.

Time flew as we enjoyed the moment in each other’s company doing what we both love.

“I’m not sure how to make this shade…” I pouted, staring at my messy palette.

“The trick is to get a bit of ochre yellow in the mix, and then…”

We talked on and on as we painted together. I tried to keep my focus on the bouquet, but I always ended up leaning over to see Vincent’s own painting.

“Your painting should capture how you see the world, MC.”

“I know… but I can’t get it to stand out the same way yours does,” I confessed.

Vincent’s soft laughter eased my anxiety. I mixed some colors together blindly to try to create the right shade I’m looking for.

“Hey! That’s a great shade of purple you got. How did you make it?” He asked me with child-like curiosity and excitement.

I told him honestly that I didn’t know how, and we sat and experimented together. In a way, it gave me a confidence boost to see him try so hard to replicate the shade that I accidentally made.

Clearly, I had lost track of time because the sun was gone, and the lamp in Vincent’s room was the only source of light left. I didn’t even notice the change, so when I looked up from my work, I had to rub my eyes to adjust.

“Oh boy, I didn’t realize I was so focused. I think I got a small headache…” I brought a hand up to apply pressure on my forehead.

“Are you ok, MC?” Instantly, Vincent was by my side, one hand caressing my arm as I sat on his couch to regain my bearings.

It took a second, but the world stopped spinning. I took a deep breath and looked up, smiling to reassure Vincent. Worry was written all over his face, bordering guilt.

“Don’t look so down, Vinnie~ It’s nothing serious,” I giggled, scratching the back of my head.

I looked between my canvas and his. I was really proud of how it turned out! His painting definitely had better defined lines and clearer contrasts in all the right places. Mine was less impressive in my eyes, but still a full image of the bouquet, no less.

“What do you think of my painting?” I nodded towards my canvas.

“It’s beautiful just like its artist,” he brought my paint-stained hand up to his lips and gently kissed my knuckles.

“Oh you…!” I punched him jokingly with my free hand.

“Mm… I meant it,” he laughed along, shielding his arm from further assault, “I’m a lucky man to be able to share my passion with my sweetheart.”

“Vincent, you’re too sweet.” I wrapped my arms around him, hiding my tomato-red face in his chest.

I felt his arms wrap around me, too, and we sat there in comfortable silence. The smell of oil paints and flowers wafted in the air around us, as his arms squeezed me securely. It was like we were left in our own bubble and time itself had stopped for us to enjoy this moment. I pulled away eventually, needing to wash my hands and help Sebastian with dinner. Looking outside again, I realized I was already late… woops.

“I have to go prepare dinner with Sebas soon, so I’ll see you later?”

I reached up to plant a kiss on his cheek. He turned his head and captured my lips with his. How am I supposed to say goodbye like this? The thought of leaving this room, this bubble of ours, felt like I was leaving a paradise behind.

“Don’t go just yet…” He pleaded with his eyes shimmering under the glow of the lone lamp.

“How about this: I’ll go wash my hands, then come back to clean up with you. Then, we’ll walk together to the kitchen, deal?”

He nodded, “Deal.”

I went to the guest bathroom room across the hallway. Paint was a lot harder to wash off than I thought. I scrubbed at it with soap, making sure not to damage my skin in the process.

It took a solid while, so I hurriedly dried my hands and made my way back to Vincent’s room. I was standing outside when I heard—

“…and what do we have here?” A chuckle, “Were you teaching a kid how to paint?” It was Theo.

Theo and I… didn’t get along. Maybe our humor just didn’t align, maybe he didn’t appreciate walking in on us that one time when he… shouldn’t have. And maybe I was too sensitive for his bluntness. But we made an unspoken truce to avoid conflict with each other for Vincent’s sake. At least, I thought we did.

Before Vincent got a chance to speak, Theo was already inspecting the foreign painting in art-dealer mode.

“Hmm… the colors are dull, and the strokes are uneven. If they thought they could imitate you, they’ve clearly got a long way to go,” he scoffed.

“Theo, that’s not—”

“And who asked you, huh?” I couldn’t stand aside and let him talk about me or my painting like that. It meant a lot to me; it embodied my precious time with Vincent.

“So the pup wanted to paint, eh? I guess I shouldn’t have expected much, then.”

I was about to give him an earful, but Vincent stepped in.

“That’s enough, Theo! MC and I painted this together. So, if you think it looks like a child’s work, then you’re saying that about me, too.”

“What…? No! I didn’t mean—” He shook his head, choosing to stare at the wall instead. He sighed, scratching the back of his head sheepishly, “I’m sorry I said those things, hondje. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Well, that was fast. At least he’s being civil about it.

“I-it’s fine… I’m just an amateur anyway,” I hugged my arms, looking away as I tried to calm myself. I was shaking, whether it was from anger or embarrasment, I didn’t know.

The silence was killing me, so I made to start tidying up my station. I blinked away the oncoming tears—I had nothing to cry about! I enjoyed painting with my boyfriend, and Theo apologized.

So, I kept blinking. Discretely.

Or at least as discretely as I thought I was.

Theo dropped the supplies he brought in for Vincent, talked to him for a bit, and left. I wasn’t paying attention to their conversation.

“MC…”

Vincent’s voice broke me out of my thoughts. I sensed the guilt rising in his voice, so I rushed back to hug him in reassurance.

“…don’t worry, Vinnie,” I nuzzled my head into his chest, not realizing my tears had spilled onto his apron, “it’s not like I’m a professional artist anyway, he was just stating his opinion.”

His strong arms wrapped around me firmly, rocking me back and forth as he spoke.

“You are an artist just like me, with your own unique view. That, in itself, is a valuable treasure that no one can take from you,” he pulled away to stare into my tear-streaked eyes with his own saddened cerulean eyes.

Then he smiled gently, soothingly, “Art isn’t about perfection, it’s about self-expression… about sharing your world on a canvas. Today, you shared a piece of your world on my canvas, and it is my greatest honor.”

I was speechless, I couldn’t find the words to express the pride, the elation, the utter admiration I had for Vincent and his ability to always say the right things to cheer me up.

“…Thank you, Vincent. I-I really appreciate it,” I smiled brightly up to him, and my tears flowed freely down my cheeks.

He brought his right hand up to wipe away the tears, using his thumb to caress the side of my face. Try as I might, I couldn’t blink back the tears fast enough before they spilled silently down my face. I wasn’t mad, or sad even. I was just really extremely happy. It’s hard for me to explain though, and Vincent held my face in his strong hands and kissed every tear as they fell.

“We should do this again,” he declared, his hold on me never faltering, “I want to display your paintings all over my room until every part of it is immersed in the world you create.”

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY VINCENT #ikemen vampire #ikevamp vincent #vincent x mc #ikemen vampire vincent #Birthday fic #best boy #also FIGHT ME THEO #side note: I don't hate Theo #I just think we'd butt heads all the time xD #ikevamp theo #ikemen vampire theo #alby one-shots

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A Place Called Home Drabble | ‘wedding day’

Genre: Hybrid!AU, Poly!AU?, Soulmate AU, romance, fluff, humour

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: vet!reader, Arcticfox!Seokjin, Panther!Yoongi, Goldenretriever!Hoseok, Wolf!Namjoon, Calicocat!Jimin, Tiger!Taehyung, Rabbit!Jungkook

Summary: Having saved your own injured hybrid, you were determined to try and help any other hybrid that crossed your path who needed saving. But being a vet in a small hospital wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to do more, you wanted to make a difference. You wanted to give them a home.

It’s time to make it official.

*DING DONG*

You ran to open the room door.

“Head nurse Park!” You cried out loud, throwing your arms around her. She took a step back in shock as she hugged you, rubbing your back. You have been a mess the entire morning.

“Where’s the angel?” She asked as you invited her into the hotel suite.

“Taking his morning nap. He probably shouldn’t be seeing his mother turn into such a mess.” You rubbed your temples. Head nurse Park laughed and rubbed your back as you led her to the baby room, where Yoonjae was sleeping soundly. After checking him, the two of you stepped out.

“Alright, I’m here on baby duty. Go back to getting ready.” She shooed you away. You went back to the main bedroom where your make up artist and hair stylist was waiting for you.

“Calm down, mama.” Dr Yu patted your shoulders.

“I can’t!” You were so jittery. The hair stylist continued curling and styling your hair while the make up artist finished your eyeshadow.

“You’ll be fine. Don’t worry, you’re psyching yourself out.” Dr Lee chuckled, sipping her champagne with Dr Yu.

“We bought a non alcoholic one for you.” She handed you a glass of alcohol free sparkling juice. You couldn’t drink since you were still breastfeeding Yoonjae and you weren’t going to risk something happening to a child because you were careless, no matter what the occasion was. You sipped the cold liquid, the bubbles helping you calm down.

“I’m so glad I have you two.” You sighed happily.

“We’ve got your back.” The two laughed.

“Look who is awake, mama?” Head nurse Park came in with a half asleep Yoonjae. Yoonjae was never a baby that really cried much, which you were very thankful for.

“Hello, angel.” You took Yoonjae into your arms. He rested his cheek on your shoulder, yawning sleepily.

“He really is Yoongi’s son.” Dr Yu shook her head with a smile. Yoonjae loved napping, especially with his father. The two were really carbon copies.

“Let’s get you changed.” You handed Yoonjae over to head nurse Park and went into the big bathroom with Dr Yu and Dr Lee. They unzipped the dress and helped you stepped in.

“Absolutely stunning.” The two smiled softly at you. You turned around to see your reflection in the mirror and felt tears well up in your eyes.

“No crying! You’ll ruin your make up and we’ll have to redo it!” Dr Lee laughed as she grabbed a tissue to dab under your eyes gently. You laughed through your tears. Not once did you ever imagine that you would be here, standing at where you currently were..

“Is she ready?” You heard a new voice and held your dress up, going out.

“Mom.” You greeted her and she turned to face you. Seeing you all dolled up with your hair and make up in your stunning dress made her feel emotional too. And your mother was never one to really show emotions.

“Beautiful.” She held your shoulders to take a good look at you. You hugged her, wrapping your arms around her.

“You’ve really grown so much. I am proud of you and what you’ve become.” Your mother said.

“Really?” You felt another round of tears come.

“I don’t show it but I am so proud of you. Look at what a beautiful family you have.” She lightly kissed your cheek. From head nurse Park’s arms, Yoonjae reached out, wanting to be held by his grandmother. Your mother chuckled and held the child in her arms, cradling him gently, just like how she used to do it with you when you were Yoonjae’s age.

“No more tears.” She smiled at you.

“I’m only here because of you.” You knew what hardships your mother had to go through when your dad left without a trace. Even if you two never really expressed emotions, you were still very grateful for her.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

“Who is it?” Dr Yu went to the door.

“No! I told you 7 that you’re not allowed to be here!” You heard her scolding and you already knew that it must have been the boys at the door.

“I just want to know if my son is okay.” You distinctively heard Yoongi’s voice.

“He is fine, in good hands. His mother and grandmother are here to look after him. You can see him after the ceremony. Now shoo! Go back to your wing!” She came back in, slamming the door in their faces. You threw your head back in laughter at her actions.

“We have to go soon too.” Dr Lee checked her watch.

“Stay with halmeoni, baby.” You kissed Yoonjae’s cheeks, laughing when you saw the sparkle from your lip gloss on his skin. Quickly, you grabbed a wet wipe to get it off.

“Let’s go!” Dr Yu and Dr Lee slung arms with you. You nodded your head and wore your shoes.

You stepped out but stopped outside the double doors. Your mother stood by your side with Yoonjae in her arms. He blinked in confusion, eyes shifting from side to side and you just melted at how adorable he was.

“They’re in position.” Dr Lee peeked into the doors. You were jumpy and just couldn’t breathe properly with your heart pounding against your chest. You couldn’t believe it was actually happening. Of course, you had planned this with the boys a year ago and did a count down but you still felt that you didn’t have time to mentally prepare yourself.

“You’ll be fine, dear. Calm down.” Your mother chuckled.

“I just can’t believe it’s happening. What if we moved too fast? Are we being too rash?” You panicked.

“Rash? You do know your mother is holding your son right? Those men there love you to death and they’ll never regret anything so you don’t have to worry. Stop scaring yourself.” Dr Yu told you.

“You’re right.” You side eyed Yoonjae, who was blinking at you.

“I’m ready.” You took a deep breath. The doors opened and Dr Yu walked in front of you with Dr Lee, each holding their own bouquets. You walked behind them, holding your mother’s arm as she held Yoonjae. Yoonjae just looked bored at this point.

“Absolutely gorgeous.” The 7 boys thought as they stood at the end of the aisle in their suits, waiting for you.

The wait was definitely worth it, seeing your ethereal beauty. They were not allowed to see your dress, to see what you looked like. This was the first time this whole day that they were seeing you in your dress.

“Hi.” You said shyly as you faced them.

“Hey.” They greeted back, speechless from your beauty. Your cheeks heated up and you had to fan yourself slightly.

“You may not exchange your vows with one another.” The officiant stepped aside to give all of you space. You all faced each other.

“Snowflake.”

“Kitten.”

“Petal.”

“My love.”

“Angel.”

“Jagi.”

“Beautiful.”

They all started their vows with your pet names, just like how they started when they first proposed to you at your new house.

“I guess I’m first. You know I’m not one to openly talk about love like that but the first thing I have to say is, thank you, kitten. Not only did you save my life, but you also opened my heart. You healed me and my wounds. When you first brought me home, never did I think we would all be standing here. Now, we have our beautiful first born, Yoonjae. It’s an honour being your first hybrid.” Yoongi said.

The two of you turned to Yoonjae, who was now smiling at you.

“Snowflake, there’s just so much to say. You say that I’m someone you know you can count on. Well, I feel that way with you. I know that you’ll always be there for me, for us. When things grew dark in my life, you were the light that constantly guided me.” Jin smiled.

“Jagi, if you didn’t help me that night at the diner, I may not even be here. You took me, a stray, into your home just like that. You granted me shelter, you gave me a home.” Taehyung kept his short and sweet, worried he may cry.

“I wasn’t there when you first met me. But I know, for sure, that I would have died that night if you didn’t save me. Even when I was angry with the world, you were always patient with me. You protected me and showed me what real love was.” Namjoon grinned, his dimple popping out.

“(y/n), you were the angel in my life. I was scared of the outside world. No matter what happened, you have never judged me. You were always there to encourage me and love me. Even when you were in pain, you put me before yourself.” Jimin said.

“My petal. I think if Yoongi hyung never found me that night, I never would have met you. I’m grateful for that. You love me for who I am. You give me the courage to be myself. You never made us feel unloved or abandoned.” Hoseok spoke.

“I was so horrible to you when we first met. I was just so angry but you never gave up on me, not once did you show any frustration. You were so loving, patient and kind, and you still are. When I came to you, you didn’t push me away like I did to you. Instead, you hugged me and let me cry on your shoulder.” Jungkook teared up.

You were sure that you were a crying mess at this point. Jin cooed and leaned in to wipe your tears.

“Breathe, my love.” Namjoon had a patient smile on his face.

“Never did I once imagine that I would be standing here, getting married to all of you. From the night I met Yoongi, to right now, I have never felt even an ounce of regret from meeting all of you.

You have all come so far and I am so proud of you. I’m grateful you let me stay by your side through each of your own journeys. You’re here today because of your own efforts and strong wills to get better and get to this point, you guys should give yourself more credit. It’s not all me.

We’ve been through a lot but I think that’s what makes us closer. I can’t wait for what life has installed for us but we’ll do it all together.” You said.

The officiant carried on with the ceremony.

“Do you take (y/n) (y/l/n) to be your lawfully wedded wife?” He turned to the 7 hybrid boys.

“I do.” They said in unison.

“Do you take these 7 men to be your lawfully wedded husbands?” He turned to you. You gulped and nodded your head.

“I do.” You said.

“You may now exchange rings.” They had their silver bands on while you had your diamond ring on your finger. You share a small kiss with each of them to end the ceremony. The crowd cheered and clapped for you as the 8 of you stepped out of the wedding hall.

“You’re officially ours.” The boys shared looks and pulled you into their group hug. You laughed, letting your tears fall. Taehyung was quick to wipe them up.

“Come here, Yoonjae.” You carried him into your arms and Yoonjae rubbed his face into your neck. Yoongi rubbed his son’s back.

“We love you.” The boys said.

“I love you all too.” You smiled softly.

“If we didn’t already mention, you look beautiful, snowflake. The dress is definitely made for you.” Jin held your hands in his and you blushed slightly, not used to the compliments.

“You all look rather dashing yourselves.” You giggled. Yoonjae began to whine, probably sleepy and wanting to take his nap.

“I’ll take over.” Yoongi carried Yoonjae and stepped aside to a more quiet area to soothe his son and put him to sleep. Jungkook wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your cheek.

“I was so nervous.” You told them honestly.

“Afraid we would run away?” Jungkook teased and you blushed.

“Well, if it was any consolation, we were afraid that you would run away. That when those doors opened, there would be no one standing there.” Hoseok gently patted your head and you laughed. It was some comfort that the boys were fearing the same thing that you were fearing. I guess, you could call it a match made in heaven them.

“We would never run away from you.” Jimin gently cupped your cheeks.

“Yeah, you’re kinda stuck with us for life.” Taehyung held your hand with your wedding band, running his thumb over it.

“There’s nothing I would want more.” You confessed, playing along with their cheesy, flirty attitude. Turning your head, you saw that Yoonjae had quickly fallen asleep in Yoongi’s arms.

“But seriously, my love. There was nothing for you to worry about. You are absolutely perfect. It would be crazy of us not to wed you.” Namjoon consoled.

“I know, it’s was just my nerves getting the best of me.” You smiled.

“Well, it’s your wedding day so enjoy yourself. We’ve got baby duty taken care of.” Jin gestured to Yoonjae.

“But it’s all of your wedding day too. We should all be enjoying it together. We can share baby duty. And Yoonjae is the easiest baby to care for. We’re married now, we have to share everything, including baby duties. Or did you forget that?” You giggled as you nudged him.

“Oh right, I nearly forgot. Thanks for the reminder.” Jin winked. You burst out laughing and hugged him.

“I haven’t scolded you guys for making me sob up there! What was with those vows, are you all trying to kill me? And you guys were the ones that made me promise no emotional vows.” You crossed your arms.

“Yeah, we made you promise no emotional vows. We never promised anything.” Jungkook raised his eyebrows.

“Well played, Jeon.” You playfully glared at him.

“Time for pictures!” Dr Yu and Dr Lee, your bridesmaids, called all of you. Your mother helped hold a sleeping Yoonjae.

“Say cheese!” You stood in the middle of all your boys as the photographer snapped the picture.

Everything just felt right. It had been right since the beginning but this just made it all that real, it made it official. You’re all tied together by the strings of fate and nothing was ever going to separate you from your boys. From this point on, you knew your family was just going to grow with your love for one another.

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