I'd like to request the boy's s/o giving them a copy of their apartment key! I always find that to be a cute, this-relationship-is-getting-serious-now type thing! Thank you!
I’m gonna just do HCs
for this one. Hope that’s okay!
- Is honestly floored
you’d give him a key to your place. It’s probably one of the first adult things
that’s ever happened to him that isn’t tied to being groomed to being King.
- Because of this, he
LOVES that key. He keeps it in his pocket all the time, reaches in occasionally
just to make sure it’s still there and that the morning after you let him sleep
over and presented the key to him was actually real. It’s one of the most
touching things anybody has ever given to him.
- He lets himself into
your place whenever he likes – which is usually at night when he wants to cuddle with you or when he’s been
out with you in the first place, but doesn’t bring the guys along with him.
This is your home, and he’s not about to drag people or stuff from his place
and invade your space. Besides, Noct likes knowing you’ve got a place all to
yourself where he can um…have you all
- You offer the key to
him over breakfast one morning when you’re staying at his apartment. The two of
you take turns sleeping in his apartment or yours, or whichever happens to be
- You had a few of
your things in his apartment already – spare clothes, a couple books, a plant
you bought that got better sunlight at his place than yours. He does the same
at your place.
- When you place the
key in his hands, Ignis flashes one of those rarely seen smiles that makes your
heart melt. It’s such a domestic thing and he adores it, but he’s careful with
when he drops by. Iggy usually calls ahead or texts to ask if it’s okay, which
is baffling to you.
- “Just let yourself
in, sweetheart. I gave you the key for a reason.” “Are you sure?” “Yes.” “Absolutely
sure?” “Yes, Iggy!”
- Sunshine tears up.
This is one of the sweetest things in the world to him and he can’t handle it.
- Prompto’s stronger
than he looks. The hug he gives you is so tight, and if his voice could go any
higher he’d be squealing.
- He drops by
unannounced ALL THE TIME. Even when you aren’t home, but he texts you right
after he leaves.
- Whenever he drops
by, he leaves a gift somewhere. One day it’s flowers, next day it’s a cheesy
love letter, next it’s a little stuffed chocobo on the couch. Just little
things. It’s unbelievably sweet.
- He’s gonna try to
play this absolutely cool when you give him a key to your place. Inside there’s
a billion butterflies in his stomach. This is something really heartwarming for
- Like Prompto, he’ll
sneak in when he knows you aren’t home and drop by gifts – flowers and chocolates
mostly. A copy of the book he’s been reading so the two of you can talk about
- Apart from that, he
doesn’t drop by unless you’ve given him permission or he’s just with you and
the two of you decide to head back to your place.
- Closet neat freak.
Picked it up from Iggy. Once when he dropped by just to leave some roses for
you, he noticed you left some dirty dishes in the sink. You walk in to him
cleaning your kitchen and he’s wearing your apron. It’s comical.
To the maladaptive daydreamers who can’t talk about their paracosms, either because it feels too personal or they feel like they’d betray their paras by doing so– You’re okay, and lots of people feel this way! You don’t have to reveal such a private part of yourself if you don’t feel comfortable doing so, and I completely understand.
To the madd’ers who love talking about their paracosms– Keep doing that! Whether you write them down or draw them out or do something else– you’re incredibly talented and brave for sharing your worlds!!! You aren’t being obnoxious or annoying! Please tell me more, I love learning about them!!!
To the madd'ers who want to talk about their paracosms but can’t find the words to describe something so important and complex or the ability to draw what they see so clearly in their minds– It’s okay! I’m there too, and I know how incredibly frustrating it is. Keep going, keep creating, and one day you will be able to share your paracosms with the world.
To the madd'ers who’s paracosms are only filled with already existing fictional settings and characters and feel like they aren’t as creative as other md'ers– You’re still valid!! So many of my paracosms are filled with nothing but characters from tv shows and books!!! It’s perfectly fine to do so, and your stories are just as good as ones that include original paras!!
To madd'ers who use real life people as paras in their daydreams– I know how it hurts when you realize that the person you interact with in your head every single day isn’t even close to their real-life counterpart. I know the guilt and frustration, and I understand. You aren’t a bad person for daydreaming about real people, and it’s okay.
To the madd'ers who’s paracosms don’t have a linear story, or feel like they don’t have a set paracosm at all– It can be intimidating when you see so many other md'ers describe at length their neat and organized plots and extremely developed paras. But lots of my daydreams that are some of the most important to me aren’t connected to anything at all!! Just because your daydreams stand alone rather than in a linear plot, or aren’t continuous, or simply can’t be placed in neat categories of separate storylines doesn’t mean they aren’t as valid!!
To the madd'ers who have daydreams that scare them, who daydream about violent and/or taboo subjects– This is common for a lot of us, and you’re not alone. I see you, and I’m one of you. Having paracosms dealing with disturbing subjects doesn’t make you a bad person, I promise.
To the madd'ers who don’t have long-term paracosms, whether you reset your worlds constantly or jump around from universe to universe so often you feel that your stories don’t get developed as well as other people's– I’ve personally never kept a continuous paracosm for more than roughly a year at a time. And some I scrap after mere months or weeks! Just because your paras haven’t been with you for years and years doesn’t mean they can’t be well-developed or important to you.
For any madd'ers who feel like the content of their daydreams or paracosms doesn’t fit the common descriptions of MaDD– There is no wrong way to daydream because MaDD isn’t about *what* or *how* you daydream, but how your daydreaming affects you! You aren’t any less valid than anyone else, and your experiences with MaDD are just real and important as anyone else’s. <3<3<3
Lee Minwoo (Shinhwa) x Reader x Jeon Jungkook (BTS)
Word Count: 3343
A/N: Here’s the first chapter for the Jungkook project I’ve been working on. It’s mostly just an introduction so bare with me on this one. Warning!!! This is going to get very smutty!!! Lots of Dom/Sub, slight BDSM, and all kinds of kinky stuff. I feel a bit stupid I’ve had this idea all planned out since the Celebrity Bromance episode the two of them did together but just never sat down to write it. Please give some feed back if it’s something you guys are going to be interested in?
7:55 AM you come into your boss’ office. His morning cup of coffee placed on the coaster by the phone. ¼ cup half and half, two teaspoons of raw sugar, and ¾ cup of Starbucks dark roast coffee in his favorite mug. By now there’s no need to measure it out because you know by sight and muscle memory.
The three leading business journals and newspapers are stacked in just the right order on the right hand side. The days tentative schedule typed with checkboxes lays on top of them. It’s also on both of your tablets but he likes the paper copy just for the satisfaction of checking the boxes when something is accomplished.
After giving the desk and room a look over to be sure everything is neat and in place you head for the front of the office. Your watch clicks to 8:00 AM and the elevator dings. Like an interminable coo-coo clock your boss comes through the door with a pleasant good morning though his forward pace never stops for the greeting.
You click the door back shut and follow along behind him. Back in his private office he hands you his suit jacket that you hang on the rack. He takes his seat, a small sip of coffee, a sigh, and picks up today’s agenda. While he gives it a thorough read through you stand beside him with the tablet in hand for instructions.
“Not too much going on today outside the office. That’s good. No major messes to clean up or meetings. Also good. And just the two of us for lunch today? Very good.” He finishes off his thought with a wink in your direction.
“Alright dear, unless anything of importance comes up, which I hope it doesn’t, I’ll see you at 11:45.” He smiles and barely waits for your “yes sir” before picking up the first newspaper. Nothing more is needed to be said for you to excuse yourself out to your own desk.
Day after day for the past three years has been exactly this way. Being the personal secretary for Lee Minwoo has been a blissful and stable life. Most of the time it was almost too easy to help your very predictable boss. The man loves order and simplicity and it shows in every aspect of his company.
That is to say he likes those things in his work life. Lee Minwoo outside of work is a very different person. Once he was out of the office for the day his adventures were ever changing. He loves to try all sorts of new things with his friends. As his work secretary there is only one part of that Lee Minwoo that you ever really get to see and that is his love life. Mainly meaning you.
It’s no secret to even some people outside of the company that you are Lee Minwoo’s girl. Not a girlfriend or arranged fiancé or anything of the sort, just his girl. His favorite play thing when he could have any number of nice toys. That is exactly how the two of you like your relationship to be.
Your common day ends quickly with your phone alarm buzzing 4:55 PM. You rise from your seat and head into Minwoo’s private office. He doesn’t look up at you until you’re in your place beside him with the tablet. He’s quick to tell you all the things that got done today, which of course is the whole checklist, and tell you what to put on the list for tomorrow.
“I see here that we have some new interns coming tomorrow?” He adds glancing through an open e-mail. “Yes sir, four new ones.” You answer. “Good let’s go to meet them at 1:30 after we return from lunch with the accountant firm then. Make sure you’ve got my favorite suit and red tie ready for me in the morning. You know how I like to intimidate the new blood.” He adds a devious chuckle.
5:00 PM on the dot hits and he’s got his jacket on and out the door. His office looks like he had never been there at all. You make up and print out the checklist for tomorrow, send an e-mail to the downstairs main secretaries to inform them of the bosses meeting time with the interns, and make a phone call to Minwoo’s housemaid to pick up and prep the suit for tomorrow. Another perfect day finished.
The next day begins the same as all the others. You work diligently at your desk until 11:45 when the two of you head out for the business lunch. Normally a secretary wouldn’t dare eat with the important businessmen but Minwoo always insists you stay right beside him. When he first started this habit the other men were appalled at you being there but over time they grew used to your practically non-existent presence.
It was all boring business talk that you payed just enough attention to so you could keep mental notes for Minwoo later. Beside that you simply tuned them out and politely ate your lunch in peace. On the very rare occasion that Minwoo or one of the other men spoke directly to you it wasn’t hard to make pleasant small talk until they ignored you once again.
The oldest generation of wealthy individuals could never get comfortable with the thought that you simply were just a secretary and not a love interest. Many of them push the question at each meeting if the two of you were engaged yet to which you both always declined. Anywhere that Minwoo was invited to he would bring you along when everyone else brought their dates or wives. It made their heads spin with gossip and questions.
Even today the old men around the table would continue to give furtive glances in your direction any time they thought you weren’t looking. One of them even had the nerve to try and make you look like a fool by asking you a quite difficult political opinion when they thought you weren’t paying any attention. All of them are greatly disappointed when you give a very fair and witty response.
“Nice job in there as always my dear. I do love the way we make their poor little heads spin.” Minwoo purrs in your ear when you’re in the car on your way back to the office. You give him a coy smile to let him know you enjoy it just as much as he does. “Such a good pet I have.” He hums and runs a light touch along your neck. You figure he must be in a particularly good mood today to be giving you this kind of skinship before 5 o’clock. Though he doesn’t push it much farther than that, only keeping a firm hand on your thigh for the rest of the car ride.
Back inside the building he’s all conservative business again. The desk secretary lets him know where the interns are before you both head that way. He checks his suit and hair in the hallway mirror and steps into the waiting elevator. The two of you step into the third floor office precisely at 1:30.
Everyone in the office is already standing at attention and bows as soon as you enter. Only moments after five people stand in front of you. The four interns and their supervisor bow and greet Minwoo again. “Thank you so much for taking the time to greet the new interns sir.” The supervisor says.
“No problem at all! It’s important that they know who it is they’re working for.” Minwoo sends them a charming smile that makes the exact effect he wanted. The two girls visibly swoon and the two men smile awkwardly in return. “More importantly is you know miss Y/L/N my secretary, she’s what really keeps this company ticking.” Minwoo turns and gestures to you.
The four bow and greet you individually. One of them sticks out to you more than the others. The way his hand trembles a bit when he bows to you and the way his large doe eyes can’t seem to stop staring leaves an impression of innocence. It’s fairly distracting the way he keeps stealing glances at you while Minwoo continues to speak to them. A few of them you’re pretty sure aren’t glances at your face. Was it wrong to think it was cute?
Minwoo finishes his rousing speech and you’re ready to leave. “Oh sir, the office is holding a small party to welcome the interns tonight if you’d like to join us. I’ll send Y/N an e-mail of the details.” The supervisor informs you before you can leave. “Very good, hopefully I’ll see you there then.” Minwoo beams with that sinister grin. You know exactly what he’s thinking.
At 4:55 you’re by Minwoo’s desk with the tablet in hand. “The party is at 8:30 dear so please be at my door around 7:45. I’ll have Mrs. Chang bring down a new dress for you around 6.” He finishes off what he needs for you to do and is out the door.
Once Minwoo was sure that you would stay at the company as his secretary he had asked you to move into the same apartment building. It made last minute work and your night flings a lot easier. Simply saying it was more efficient and he loved that. He lives in the top penthouse suite and you live two floors below.
You’re in front of Minwoo’s apartment door at 7:43. He answers a moment after you ring the bell. You knew he would be ready to go once you arrived. “Hello dear, you look lovely as usual.” He adds while looking you over.
The dress he sent is a flowy pink cocktail with silver heels and a silvery satin shawl for your bare arms. Your hair in a low chignon and shimmering pink eye make-up finish the look. It is incredibly feminine just the way he likes you to be.
Minwoo makes sure the passcode is set to lock the door and then you head for the lobby. The driver is waiting in front of the building like usual and helps you to get in. It takes around twenty minutes to get to the party venue and it’s spent in comfortable quiet. The way Minwoo has a wide grin across his face and keeps a hand on your thigh is all you need to know how fun tonight is going to be.
It’s not good for his image as the boss if he’s the first to arrive at the party. Of course you arrive exactly 10 minutes after it starts. A majority of the company workers are spread through the familiar room. It’s a venue they often use for this sort of party.
A large open room with wall to ceiling windows on one side overlooking the city. In the center is a table of all kinds of finger foods. Tall tables line the windows while short tables and sofas are mixed around the room. The bar lines the right wall and a karaoke stage sits in the far corner.
As soon as the two of you enter the room quiets for a moment. Minwoo leads you straight to the bar, everyone bowing in your direction as you pass. The bartender pours the two glasses of wine Minwoo orders then passes them over the counter. There’s an unspoken rule that no one starts a conversation with Minwoo before he’s gotten his glass.
Once the two of you have your glasses in hand the usual party flow begins. The upper management small talks with Minwoo, then the lower management. Finally he’ll go to speak to certain workers who he has an interest with lately. Someone who’s moving up or has done an excellent job of something.
Tonight that group is the interns. The four of them are chatting with some of the older interns when the two of you approach. They all bow and greet the two of you equally. “Good to see you all could make it. I’d like to welcome you again to the company for the year.” Minwoo starts with a genuine smile.
Their reactions are the same as they were this morning. The two girls giving Minwoo heart eyes, the two boys standing proper, and the one wide eyed boy focusing more on you than his boss. Maybe it’s the wine but you let yourself take a better look at him.
He has such a young and pretty face that doesn’t exactly match the sharpness of his jaw line. Matter of fact it doesn’t match the rest of his body much either. Even through the button up shirt and slacks you can tell that he’s very well built.
Minwoo also notices the boy’s physique. “What’s your name son?” The boys turns his attention to Minwoo for the first time with the question. “Jeon Jungkook, sir.” He speaks politely. “Jungkook-ah, you’ve got quite a good body. You must work out a lot or play a sport?”
“Yes, Sir. Mostly just going to the gym.” Jungkook answers with his head lowered. “That’s good to know. I’m always looking for extra people on our sports teams.” Minwoo looks thoroughly pleased. New blood to help his teams win and playing with his workers gives him another place to show off.
Jungkook agrees quickly to join any game they play. Minwoo asks the older interns to take care of the new ones then the two of you move on. The rest of the evening goes similarly. At some point you step away from Minwoo to chat with some of the other secretaries. It’s good you to keep in the loop about office gossip and projects.
A few hours in and two glasses of wine later you’re about to ask Minwoo if he would like to head home. That’s when the interns start causing a bit of a ruckus. The new interns were playing rock paper scissors. The loser, one of the girls, walked up onto the karaoke stage. You had almost forgotten the company tradition of making the interns start the karaoke.
That was usually Minwoo’s cue to leave. The office workers started to really party and let loose once the singing started. Minwoo is a great boss. He knows how to socialize well with his workers and also knows when to give them space.
A popular song starts on the machine and the girl starts to sing along. You tune her out and walk over to Minwoo. He doesn’t break his conversation when you arrive at his side. There’s a slight nod and wink in your direction.
That’s the cue you’ve been waiting for to send the pick up text to the driver. As usual the driver say he’ll bring the car right around. Out of the corner of his eye Minwoo catches the small nod you give in answer.
In a natural manner Minwoo wraps up his conversation and gives his farewell. The two of you step away and he hooks his arm in yours. The gesture is innocent but it still surprises you. You make barely two steps before you hear the opening to a familiar song beging on the karaoke machine.
You’d know that song anywhere. It’s one of you absolute favorites. Out of curiosity you stop and turn back. On that small stage of course is Jeon Jungkook. In the past few hours he’s rolled the sleeves up and undone a few buttons of his dress shirt. Just that extra bit of skin makes you see the boy a bit differently. His sharp collarbones and veiny lines of his forearms aren’t what you were expecting from the nervous looking young man.
Then you’re completely shocked again by his voice. His tone is so different from the original singer of this song but in a twisted way you almost prefer his. He has a delicious soft tone to his voice that sinks into your skin.
Here’s a boy who has been staring at you all day like God himself was in the room, singing your favorite song, and looking like absolute sin. You don’t know how to act for a moment. You’re enraptured by his crooning voice like he’s stopped time for everyone but himself.
You really can’t figure it out and you look to his face for some sort of answer. It’s not exactly an answer, more of a complication. You look up away from his body to find him staring at you all the same. Your eyes lock and he holds your gaze to continue his beautiful song.
He’s nearly on the second chorus by the time Minwoo gives a light tug to your arm. The time spell Jungkook had over the room is broken. You look to Minwoo who’s giving you a knowing yet curious expression. You clear your throat and bashfully let him continue walking you out of the venue and to the waiting car.
Loud cheers ring through the room when Jungkook finishes his song and heads back to the table of other interns. He’s blushing at all the compliments and he politely declines the demands for an encore performance. Instead he settles in and keeps sipping on beers and enjoying his new co-workers.
Half an hour later the girls all go to the restroom leaving the guys at the table. Jungkook clears his throat to get the attention of Namjoon the guy next to him. He’s one of the older interns from earlier this year.
“Hyung, can I ask you something?” Jungkook is sheepish again. Namjoon turns to him. “Of course. What’s up?” He gives an easy smile that helps Jungkook relax. “I’m just curious. Does Secretary Y/L/N always go everywhere with CEO Lee?”
Namjoon looks a bit confused by this question as it seems obvious. “Well of course she does. That’s her job.” He answers. That’s not really what Jungkook meant to ask. He tries again to be a bit more specific.
“Well yeah at work but like right now they aren’t working but she left with him? Does she always come and go with him?” He knows the exact question he wants to ask but he’s going the long way about it.
Namjoon looks at him like he’s lost his marbles and nods slowly. “Well yeah. This is a work function so technically it’s work?” Jungkook had heard the Namjoon was considered a genius but right now he seems a bit dim. Jungkook sighs internally then just goes out and asks what he wants to know.
“So are they like, dating? Do you know?” He asks in as cool of a tone as he can manage. Finally Namjoon gets what’s going on here. “Oh… um not exactly dating. No one is really sure what they are but just consider them both as taken.” Namjoon watches Jungkook carefully.
“What does that even mean? Are they dating or not?” Jungkook huffs a bit annoyed. Namjoon smirks at the boys reaction. “If you’re interested in Secretary Y/L/N get uninterested right now. She won’t ever look at anyone but CEO Lee I can guarantee you that.”
That’s definitely not the answer Jungkook wanted to hear. There’s also no way he’s just going to give up like this. He’s not even really started. Namjoon doesn’t like the defiant look in Jungkook’s eye. “I’m serious man. So many guys in this company have tried to get her but she just walks all over them and tosses them away like trash. Don’t get your huge pride deflated by the ice queen.”
Jungkook and Namjoon let the conversation drop after that but Jungkook thinks long and hard about it even after he’s back home. There’s no way in hell he’s going to just give up. He can’t do it. Jeon Jungkook doesn’t back down on anything. He just needs a really good plan to melt this “ice queen.”
Maine is neat. I live in a neat place. I live in a place where I can run across a series of islands with incredible views and I think that’s neat as hell.
Overcast for most of the run, but still beautiful. It was about 40ºF. Took my long sleeve off 2 miles in, and ran in a singlet+gloves while wearing my Salomon vest. Really surprised with my splits. To be honest, there was a hell of a lot of stopping and walking. I wanted to go out, enjoy my long run, and not feel like I was on the verge of death, so I walked, and I’m okay with that.
3 weeks out from my first 50k race of the year. Glad to get the miles in, but really need to spend some time on the trails. It’s still snowy out which makes it tough, but I’m going to have to find another way to suffer through it, because that 3 weeks is coming up quick. Woof.
Liquor was a pastime, the liquid euphoria Nyx turned to when the world seemed to disintegrate into nothing but an interfusion of his sister’s screams and sharp collisions of metal. His normal neatly slicked back hair with intricate braids were tangled and knotted - the outcome of constantly running his hand through it.
Niflheim Attack On Galahd. Those headlines would always hurt him.
Closing his hand into a fist, he extinguishing the fire; it clearly did not serve as a distraction whatsoever. Nyx squeezed his eyes shut in a pathetic attempt to block out the haunting sounds. Selena, get down! That was the last thing he said to her, the last time he was able to see her eyes full of liveliness and youth. Sometimes it would drive him to the edge of madness, yet he would never show it on his face. Sanity was so finely spun, as easily torn as butterfly wings yet so many had no idea. Composure. The word was drilled into his mind during training. Every soldier, every Glaive had that trait. Yet, he would always feel it slip away from the grasp of his conscious whenever he thought of his mother and sister, whenever he thought of you. Libertus, Crowe and Pelna, their love meant the world to him, but you, there was a different type of love he longed from you. No, it wasn’t longing, it was something much more than that. Craving. He craved for your love.
Something he would never get.
He’d seen you talk about the betrothed prince, Noctis. There was always a fervent and passionate aura whenever the subject of their conversations were about the dark haired prince. Nyx had recently been avoiding you or averting his gaze whenever you turned your attention to him. Your presence alone made his throat constrict and thoughts blur. Emotions like this were toxic, hazardous to the human mind. It corrupts every cognitive sense as its delicate tendrils slither into every thought until it takes over entirely. He knew that. The silverish haired hero let his eyes wander around the room before landing on the exact same spot it would always land on, a slightly faded picture of his mother and sister, the corners of their eyes crinkling and huge genuine smiles plastered onto their faces.
Letting out an annoyed sigh, Nyx pressed his fists against his eyes. Hot tears burned behind his eyelids, reminding he was still human, still vulnerable and not completely emotionless. Emotionless; that was how he acted towards you. He had never shown true vulnerability in front of his friends, especially Libertus. God damn it, why did he have to lose everything he had ever loved?
Lost or never had at all.
All he had were memories. Memories. Memories. Memories. Eating him away every passing day. He was choking in his anguish, drowning in liquor and his own grief. Yet everyone around him were completely oblivious to it.
Nyx grabbed the costly whiskey bottle he bought a few day ago and chugged it down in large gulps, refusing to pause in between for air. In a hurry, the whiskey went down the wrong way and he choked, coughing out a mouthful of it. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he collapsed on the ground, head hitting the corner of his chair. Good. At least the slight pounding in the back of his head jerked him back from the mournful fabrication of reality that preoccupied his mind. It was hard not to be lost in the past when it preserves everything he had ever had.
Crowe had once joked about how the ones who have the strongest of minds, break the hardest. Nyx let out a forced chuckle at Fate, it had played cruel tricks on everyone and will continue to do so. His breath came out in short laboured gasps, the memories were suffocating him, urging the tears to spill out. Snarling, he viciously wiped the stray tears away and opened a bottle of beer. This was not him. How much longer would he have to endure this slow torture alone? It dawned on him that liquor didn’t ease the pain any longer so he did what he never allowed himself to do since the death of his mother and sister: break down.
The sobs came in strangled pants, foreign and bitter to his own ears. Tear drops tickled his cheek, occasionally halting slightly due to his untamed stubble. It was the universal law: good people suffered the worst, broke the hardest and died most painfully.
There was a slight jingling of the knob before the door swung open fully, revealing you looking slightly out of breath. “Nyx, Libertus was wondering if h-”
The words died in your mouth. Strewn across the floor were bottles, some smashed and some completely empty. The simple yet neat place you occasionally visited was turned upside down. The bed sheet were tangled and his uniform lay in a crumpled heap in the corner of the room. Pain. Raw pain. You could feel his agony coursing through your veins.
“What did I tell you about knocking?” Nyx spat, fists clenched against the each side of his head.
You closed the door gently, made your way through the labyrinth of broken glass and knocked over furniture, and dropped down onto your knees next to his bent-over figure. “Nyx, what happened?”
“Do not even think of changing the subject. Why. Didn’t. You. Knock?” What was the point of being charming? There will never be a chance of him calling you his lover. Not even a sliver of hope of you calling him your beau.
“Mourning over your mother and sister, are you, Nyx?” His eyes snapped up and your breath hitched in your throat. God, his eyes, they were so beautiful. Painstakingly beautiful. You dragged your gaze across his features, from the arch of his eyebrows, the slope of his nose, the angle of his jawline, his plump lower lip, to his cupid’s bow. What would it feel like to run your fingers through his hair, soft like down feathers? What would it be like to feel his stubble brush against your skin as he caressed your lips with his? No, he was too busy, he would never want to be romantically involved with anyone, especially you. In his eyes, you were probably another friend, another being to keep him company for a short period of time. You wanted the hero so much it hurt. He was so broken. So broken, but you never noticed any of it.
Another wave of excruciating, full-bodied sobs racked his body. He needed someone, anyone close enough to reach. Once his hand touches your skin, it would be over. He would be head over heels for you, and he knew you would never feel the same. All he would be doing was inviting more pain.
Worth it. Worth it to just experience for a few minutes what it would be like to bask in your love.
Nyx caved into himself and fell into your open arms, face pressed again the crook of your neck, your warmthness surrounded his large frame and he surrendered himself to an open siege of emotions. He hated this feeling, he loathed it. Every fiber in his body screamed that he should be pulling away from you and asking you to leave before his heart breaks again, yet your intoxicating scent drew him nearer and Nyx bared his teeth, pressing himself further against his never-to-be lover.
“(Y/N).” He managed to choke out. The liquor’s effects were starting to sink in now. The room blurred except for your eyes. Your lips parted slightly, this was not him. His eyes were red rimmed and eyelashes spiky. Nyx knew he was a Glaive and he could be dead at any given time, whether it was tonight or in 20 years.
It came in a sudden animalistic drive and before he could comprehend his actions himself, he had knotted his fingers in your hair and yanked you closer. Your noses bumped and his lips slammed onto yours with such intensity, it sent you reeling backwards.
You gasped and tugged at his braids, your legs tangling and you could feel his breath, hot and delicious against your mouth. You tightened your legs around his waist and breathed him in, inhaling through your mouth.
He tasted like whiskey, danger and delicious, sinful nights. The action evoked a pleased growl from the silverish haired hero and he slid a hand down to caress your thighs. The soft pants and gasps you vocalized made him want to bury his face between your legs until every goddamn person in Lucis knew his name. Nyx shuddered at the thought. All the screaming and battle sounds died down to just this moment, his mouth on yours, tongues tasting, exploring and dominating.
“God, you’re so heavenly.” He groaned, bucking his hips against yours once, creating stimulating friction between the both of you. His husky and rough voice sent delicious shudders down your spine and you slanted your mouth, leaning upwards to mold your lips with his once again. He reacted immediately, kissing you back with bruising force, as if that was the only thing he knew how to do.
And he would continue to do so, if you let him.
Pulling away from his warmth with much hesitation, you gasped for air, feeling the familiar cool air rush into yours lungs. Not that you minded breathing through his devilish mouth, tinged with the taste of him.
“(Y/N), god, I need you. So much.” Nyx sighed contentedly, resting his forehead against yours, blowing a little air to your lips. He was the Devil’s incarnate, you couldn’t deny that.
“You think I don’t?” You mumbled against the expanse of his chest, running your hands up the hard ridges of his abdomen before digging your nails gently into his shoulder blades.
“I think actions speak louder than words, darling.” With that said, his kiss-swollen lips crashed onto yours once more and you surrendered what was left of your rectitude to absolute hedonism.
“So… we just stroll in?” Ryder
asked, rubbing her eyes tiredly. A small ache was building behind them; that
was partly her uneasy night and partly the strained concentration she needed to
walk through Havarl’s treacherous jungle without tripping. The planet was
absolutely stunning, but it didn’t let itself be explored quickly or with ease.
Request: "So I have to spend the night at my longtime rival’s house, everything will totally be fine because their parents are there (or not) AU" with Kylo holy shit please
A/N: Sorry I did this one so late, I was supposed to to do it amongst others a few months back but never got the chance. Anyway, thanks anon for the request, enjoy!
Word Count: 1.7K+
You weren’t looking forward to it, actually, you were pretty upset by the fact that you had to stay over the Solo residence for a night because your parents were going out of town and didn’t want you home alone. It made you irritated, you were already considered an adult, so why couldn’t they treat you like one? But, of course, that wasn’t the full reason why you were mad. It was the fact that you had to spend the night with no other than your rival, Kylo.
Slowly, you pushed the large door that led into a large dark room. You knew this had to be a ballroom considering the size of the room and very faintly you could tell the details around the room, white stone climbing up the corners of the room, like pillars that stood tall. Faintly in the darkness you noticed a beautiful chandelier that hung from the high ceiling above you. With each step into the room, you could feel the cold marble hit your bare feet, your steps slow, dragging slightly.
A bright spotlight shone, causing you to cover your eyes as they adjusted to the bright light. In the center of the room, you saw him, his suit black this time instead of grey, his hair still in place. Everything was in place, neat. His tie still red, tightened right up to the collar of his white shirt that made his hair look more black and his facial features more sharp. He rolled his neck, like he always did, in the seducing way he always did. When he did it, it always brought a heat up your neck and to your cheeks.
You began to walk over to him, your footsteps light and soundless as your bare feet continued to touch the marble flooring. You walked until you also stood in the spotlight, a few feat away from him. You watched his eyes look you up and down, admiring the way you looked in your dress. He smirked when he noticed your feet, he always loved it when you did little things like this and he knew you always did this because you couldn’t walk or dance in high heels. He also enjoyed the long blue dress you wore, blue always suited you.
He took a step forward, as did you, until the two of you were closer.
“(Y/N)” He spoke, his voice deep and raspy as he slowly took one of your hands in his, his fingers intertwining with your own as both kept your hands raised.
“Dark.” You said back, placing a hand on his shoulder as he placed his other hand on your waist gently. You watched him smile, a rare thing that you would see. It would always be a smirk or a grin but this time, he smiled and it was something that showed a different side to Dark, the side of fell in love with.
It was the same dance as always, the waltz. But the pair of you always found a way to spice things up.
You both began with light steps, your feet moving well with Dark’s lead. He always took the lead, no matter what. When you first started to come, you would argue, making him angry for the rest of the night. But now, you found it better to follow his lead. He was an excellent dancer, especially when it came to the waltz, his favourite dance. You kept you balance as he quickly spun you three times in a fast pace as you both continued to move around the ballroom gracefully. You enjoyed these moments, listening to the soft piano music as the both of you danced the night away, no words needed. The way Dark looked at you made you consider that he wasn’t always a monster, almost a human.
The spotlight continued to follow you two as Dark dipped your upper body back, pulling you back up and spinning you fast before placing his hand back on your waist, your hand on his shoulder. He placed one foot forward, while you placed on backwards, repeating this a few more times, you sometimes moving forward and him moving back.
Eventually the piano stopped, the spotlight still on as you both stopped dancing. You began to pull away from Dark, like you did every other night, but this time it didn’t happen. Dark didn’t let your hand go, keeping his fingers intertwined with yours as he sharply pulled you back in, your eyes widened as your nose brushed against his, your face so close to his you could feel his hot breath hit off your cheeks and nose.
“Stay.” He said in a low deep voice as he looked into your eyes.
“I wish I could, but you know I can’t.”
Dark growled under his breath before speaking, “I will find you, one day I will.” He was determined, you could tell by the tone of his voice. You nodded, ready to pull away and go, but you didn’t.
This time, Dark placed a soft kiss on your lips, pulling away as he whispered. “Until next time, my dear.”
You didn’t know what to do, you pulled away from him, your lips tingling as you ran for the large door, sunlight beginning to pour out of the large windows in the ballroom. You easily reached the door, your hand placed on the handle as you turned to see Dark one last time for the night. He smirked, knowing that tomorrow night would be interesting. He was back to his normal self, meaning you knew the night was over.
You opened the door, stepping out in the sunlight.
Look at this little cutie. I think it’s a European Wall Lizard? No idea if that’s right though. I noticed one yesterday and today there’s at least four of them hanging out by the barn! And a couple weeks ago the frogs started up at the bottom of the property. I’ve never heard them like that before, it’s pretty neat. Although incredibly loud, I can hear them from inside!
◦ request: Is it ok if I ask for an hyungsik smut with a thicker girl who’s a friend of his friend who’s protective of her and doesn’t want him with her cause she not his type and he loves to flirt with other girls but he’s attracted to her and then they sneak away to have sex with after care and pillow talk cause she insecure about her body that he doesn’t actually like her cause she’s not the ideal type…..
Hihi can I request a Hyungshik smut with him being a cocky but kind chaebol? Something like his character in The Heirs or High Society!
◦ a/n: Guys I have gotten like six hyungsik smut requests LOL we all whipped; on another note, I swear y’all are like some weird ass mind readers; you always end up requesting something that I half jotted down already xD I sort of changed it up a little - enjoyyy! (Also sorry this took forever I got swamped with work cause midterms; hopefully the length makes up for it?? tbh idk what i wrote)
I can’t say I was surprised. It had hardly been ten minutes and the idiot had gone and ditched me. It happened every time, and every time I sat at the table with a drink that wasn’t strong enough in hand, scanning the crowds for him. No wonder he didn’t have a girlfriend.
Rolling my eyes, I sipped the champagne in my glass and set it on the table, welcoming the burn in the back of my throat. It was already close to empty. Leaning back in my chair, my eyes darted through the room. The place was lit with dim yellow lights, regal almost. The floor scattered with men in suits and ties and women in extravagant dresses. My brother had somewhat of a knack for these social gatherings. Despite that, he lacked the decency to keep a girlfriend for longer than a month and naturally the one that seemed perfect who stuck longer than that was only after his wealth. He turned into hyper social butterfly, but wouldn’t let anyone get close to him. I couldn’t blame him for being upset, but still, whatever demon possessed him to start taking me as his plus one to these stupid company celebrations was beyond me.
“How is it that I always find you alone?” A familiar voice floated through the nuisance of the party, standing a couple feet away. He held his own glass of champagne in his hand, also almost empty. He looked as dashing as ever, the suit kissing his figure in all the right ways. Ah, Park Hyungsik, what a fine creature.
Side Note: Thank you so much for the reblogs and likes on the last two, and to anyone who commented! I appreciate your compliments dearly, you’re all so sweet! This is a day late but I couldn’t post yesterday because my internet connection completely turned off when I tried to - agh!
Also, I would like to issue a slight
warning for this story. Mentions of a serial killer and “suggestive
material” that doesn’t go into detail.
“You’re coming with me. Now.”
Your hand instantly stopped the spoon filled with ice cream in front of your wide open mouth as you looked over at Sherlock grabbing his coat. You were curled up in his chair with a blanket wrapped around your shoulders, which Sherlock had more or less thrown at you abruptly earlier in the evening.
“Wait, what?” The utensil dropped out of your grasp and clattered in the bowl. “But I’m celebrating!”
“Sitting down and watching crap telly, while eating more than your weight in ice cream can hardly be called celebrating. What’s so special about today?” He scoffed.
“It’s Valentine’s Day, Sherlock - only one of the most important days of the year!” He raised his eyebrow at you while you smiled sarcastically back at him. “Fine. Important to me.”
“So you are here, at the flat, and not with your boyfriend on this incredibly crucial day?”
You paused to stare at Sherlock, hoping it would dawn on him. His face was blank as his eyes continued to blink at you. “You mean Scott? We broke up three months ago. Don’t you remember?”
“…Explains why you’re always here.”
“Hey! It’s not my fault I don’t have a Valentine and I celebrate on my own in the flat. Not to mention, you asked me to live here after John moved out! Don’t tell me you forgot that too.”
“Not important.” Sherlock shrugged his shoulders before jumping on his heals once. “Are you done celebrating your lack of romantic affection? I’m getting impatient, Y/N. Let’s go.”
You squinted your eyes and examined him. “Why?”
A grin broke across Sherlock’s face. “We’ve got a case.” He reached over to grab your jumper from the arm of the couch and handed it over to you.
“But I look like a mess right now!”
“Oh stop. You always look perfect.” Sherlock strode over to open the door and raced down the steps, his voice becoming distant. “Meet you outside!”
“What exactly did I get myself into?” You turned from the window of the cab to study Sherlock’s face which was facing the car seat in front of him.
Your heart nearly stopped in your chest at those words as you stuttered an answer.
“W-What?” You questioned, your voice raising higher in the process.
He looked over at you to stare deeply into your widened eyes. “I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend while we’re at the restaurant the suspect owns.”
The blush creeping up onto your features slowly began to reside as you realized it wasn’t a real date, but for the case. Raising your hand up to fan your face, you turned to the window once again and coughed.
“Oh, alright. That doesn’t sound too difficult, then.”
Your hand, which was resting beside your thigh, felt the warm sensation of Sherlock’s hand next to yours while his thumb came to rest on your little finger. You ignored it, shaking your head slightly.
“So this is the restaurant? Shame I don’t have a Valentine, it has such an incredible atmosphere for a date.”
The two of you were standing outside of a large and vast building, where the windows displayed red string lights strung along the wall, giving off a warm atmosphere. Expensive table decorations were placed sporadically, with red roses and gold accents, and tied together the Valentine’s spirit. The customers appeared to be very much high class, immediately drawing your attention to your dark skinny jeans and soft brown jumper. Sherlock was wearing the usual suit beneath his Belstaff making it clear you were vibrantly out of place.
“Neat. For an active serial killer, this place is incredible. You’d never figure he chooses to decapitate people on his free time.” You shushed Sherlock instantly, glaring at him to convey the message you both needed to be careful with anything you said. He just chuckled back.
You wrapped your arm around Sherlock’s and shook off all your nerves. Looking up at him, you smiled warmly and nodded. Smiling back, he rubbed your arm and winked.
The game was on.
After being led to your table, the two of you sat down on one side of the booth and looked around the restaurant discretely. You tried to spot the man in the picture Sherlock showed you before exiting the cab, but it was no use.
“Remind me what we have to do exactly?”
“We’ll have to get acquainted with the manager and get a few answers out of him - every piece of evidence traces back to this restaurant here.”
“And we have to pretend to date because…”
Sherlock’s jaw tightened and his eyes flicked around as if looking for an answer. He opened his mouth to reply, but then noticed that your waiter had approached the table and interrupted your conversation. Your eyes flicked towards the waiter and noticed he was staring intently at… Not your eyes. Immediately you crossed your arms in distaste.
Sherlock himself had deduced the man’s intentions and squeezed your side harder. When it was your turn to order, the waiter… Damon, by his name tag, looked you directly in the eyes and smirked.
He began undressing you with his eyes and making you incredibly uncomfortable. You looked over to Sherlock for assistance, who had a dark glare set on Damon. Lost for words you turned to the waiter once again. As your mouth opened, you were stopped instantly when you felt something warm on your cheek. It only took you a few seconds to realize that Sherlock had kissed you affectionately.
“My girlfriend and I will be sharing a meal, thank you.” Sherlock’s face lit up with a smile. “You can leave now. I’d like it if you left us alone as long as possible - I wouldn’t want you to feel uncomfortable with the suggestive material we will be discussing.”
Your mouth dropped open before your hand covered it and stifled a rising laugh. Damon left with a glare to Sherlock as you shook with laughter, burying your head in the crook of his neck. You felt his own laugh vibrate through his chest as he kissed your forehead.
“I don’t think we need to keep this dating act up for this long, no one is watching.” You say with a laugh before raising your head and looking at Sherlock seriously. “Sherl, you never answered my question. Why do we have to pretend to be a couple?”
“I felt the inclination of wanting to.”
Moving your eyes back and forth between his blue orbs with a shocked gaze, you lost all train of thought in the depths of his eyes. Sherlock swallowed nervously and looked down at the table with a straight face as a small smile made its way onto your own. Reaching behind his ear you began playing with Sherlock’s dark hair, moving your fingers through its softness.
You both began to realize the close proximity of your lips as he looked up, when you decided to move your hands to cup his jaw, thumbs caressing his skin. Leaning forward, Sherlock connected your lips in a gentle kiss and you smiled into it. His arms fully encased your waist as you were tugged closer to his body. You both pulled away for air and Sherlock looked at you in amazement.
“How do you do that?”
“Always have this affect on me.”
You smirked in satisfaction. “Always? How long have you felt this way?”
Sherlock didn’t have to think much as he remembered the day perfectly. “Practically the day I met you.”
Your heart soared and you couldn’t resist placing your arms around his shoulders, kissing him once more.
He pulled away much faster than you would have liked and exclaimed, “I was wrong!” Sherlock kissed you briefly beside the mouth. “Y/N, you are brilliant! It was our waiter, not the manager. No wonder it looked like he wanted to devour you.”
“The answer was so obvious, it was right in front of me! Being the manager’s son means perfect access to both customers and ingredients at this restaurant - don’t eat the steak by the way - amazing how much potential all these serial killers have. It’s like Christmas!”
“You’re adorable,” You said with a laugh and took his face in your hands, kissing him gently on the lips, “now let’s go get him.”
Sitting in another cab on the way back from Scotland Yard after having chased Damon down successfully and convicting him, your head rested on Sherlock’s shoulder as your eyes closed from exhaustion. In between the both of you, your hands lay intertwined.
“Sherl, what does this mean for us?” You yawned, asking sleepily.
He lifted your hands and placed a kiss upon them. “We’ll talk about it in the morning. Sleep, Y/N.”
Snuggling closer to his side, you smiled up at him. “You know what I think? I guess this makes you my Valentine.”