#this became so long and took forever. i am so late it's fine.

[forgetmesunflower]

buried deep, these memories

Chapter 5: though we share the same name, same face

The interrogator folds her hands on the table. “What about your colleague?” “What about him?” The subject’s voice changes pitch, climbing a little higher, and she uncrosses her legs just to fold them the other way. Something about him unnerves her, or at least talking about him. Derek notes the possibility of the man being her superior. “What do you call him?” “He’s 37.” “And what does he do?” Agent 62 goes to cross her arms but is stopped by the cuffs. She jerkily settles her hands back on the table. “He’s my partner.” ─── It's been four years since the family lowered Dick's coffin into the ground, and Jason finally feels like he’s settling into his new job with the BAU. That is, until two people part of an illusive group called ‘Spyral’ arrive in custody. aka. Jason works for the BAU and Dick hasn't come back from Spyral.

For @criminalmindsxdc's CMxDC Week 2025 Day 7: Backstory Reveal || Profiling a Rogue/Bat

Rating: Teen Words: 19.6k, 5/? Relationships: Jason Todd & Dick Grayson, Jason Todd & BAU Members, Jason Todd & Emily Prentiss, Jason Todd & Tim Drake Characters: Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Emily Prentiss, Derek Morgan, David Rossi, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau, Spencer Reid, Aaron Hotchner, Original Male Character(s), Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne (Mentioned), Paris Pantoja

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62983582/chapters/164448949

[4doras]

CARE FOR YOU “THEY ALWAYS WAIT FOR ME.” *ੈ✩‧₊˚  

genre. woonhak x f.reader, fluff, 1.1k 

ꕤ. ty for asteria (winteringdream) for requestinggg!! i loooove writing these sort of fics for woonhak 🤭 theyre so fun 

you’ve been friends with woonhak since primary school, and ever since then, you two have been inseparable. he, all the way from then till now, would always wait for you after school, even if you took ages. no matter how late your club ended, or however long you’d take to pack your stuff, he’d be outside your classroom, waiting for you. 

even now, all the way in college, he waits for you. 

he has your whole schedule memorized and knows where the classes are, and after every class you have, you’ll find him standing outside your lecture hall. 

and of course, all your friends just had to tease you about the sweet gesture. 

more under the cut! 

“he’s so in love with you, y/n.” leeseo said, giggling. “he waits and walks you to class even when his next lecture is across campus. i could never.” 

that was true, and occasionally, woonhak would be late for a few of his classes, but it was just something he did since the two of you became friends. it wasn’t a thing he did because he was in love, he’s been doing since you were kids. 

“it’s probably just a habit,” you shrugged it off. “he’s been doing it since we were seven.” 

to be honest, you too found it cute. you’d caught him waiting for you once, he hadn’t noticed you yet and his face was completely bored, but once he saw you? his whole body lit up – a big smile on his face, a sweet greeting, and already taking your bag off your shoulders so he’d carry it instead. maybe you liked him, maybe you just found it heart warming, but it sure didn’t help that he was good looking too. 

today was gonna be a busy day. you had no free periods to hang out with woonhak, your lunch was shortened to thirty minutes, and you had a club meeting after school that was gonna last over three hours. 

“woonhak,” you were walking to school with him, your feet dragging on the pavement in sync with his. “you shouldn’t wait for me today. actually, just don’t wait for me today.” 

he seemed upset by it, his pace slowing down a little. 

“what? why?” his voice sounded like he took it personally, and a small pout was on his lips, acting like he had done something wrong. 

“i’m gonna be really busy today, and i’m gonna be three hours, or more, late.” you gave him a soft nudge to the arm. “i don’t want you waiting that long for me, woon.” 

he didn’t say anymore, like he couldn’t accept it. a soft sigh escaped his mouth and an even quieter “fine.” 

you had no bad intention telling him this, but he seemed so bummed out, as if you banned him from waiting for you forever. it would just be one day, then tomorrow he’d see you after every class, but he acted as if he’d never be able to see you. 

“i wouldn’t be surprised if woonhak waits for you today.” leeseo teased, a grin on her face. 

you rolled your eyes at her. “i told him not to,” it had only been two periods, but you already started to miss seeing woonhak outside the door everytime. “he seemed kinda sad about it, though.” 

“of course he’s upset, y/n.” she said, brows knitted together as if you should’ve known it. “he likes you! obviously he’s gonna be sad, not being able to pick up his girlfriend.” she pinched your cheek, laughing like she was plotting something. 

“i am not his girlfriend, leeseo!” your eyes widened, pushing her arm just so she’d teeter in her chair. “he just… has a lot of free time.” truthfully, you had no clue why he was so distraught by it. and maybe leeseo was right, but that was beside the point. 

hours have passed since the end of school and all that's left in school is you and the other people in the club. you bid your friends goodbye and headed to the school gates when you spot someone standing there. 

it’s a faint shadow, a vague figure standing beneath the lamp post like they’re waiting for something or someone. 

as you get closer, you notice who it is. 

woonhak. 

you walk a little faster, wanting to meet him quicker. 

“woonhak,” you panted, trying to catch your breath. “i told you not to wait for me, i was gonna be late.” you pull your phone out of your pocket checking the time, 8:32pm. “woonhak, it’s late. let’s go.” instinctively taking his hand, but he doesn’t pull it away. 

“i couldn’t let you walk home alone, y/n.” he says cooly, holding your hand a bit tighter. “it’s dark, no one knows what could happen.” 

you repeated to yourself that it was him just looking out for you, but it didn’t help; your heart was still beating like you just ran a marathon. 

“a pretty girl like you shouldn’t walk alone.” he let go of your hand, and instead slung his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. 

“i heard you and leeseo’s conversation earlier today.” there wasn’t a readable tone in his voice. it sounded like a joke, yet confrontational at the same time, and you couldn’t tell which one he was putting forward. 

“i don’t wait for you because i have free time, y/n.” he said, letting out a low chuckle. “i like you. i’ve liked you for ages, since we met, actually. and you never realized.” woonhak stopped walking, held your shoulders and turned you to face him. “why do you think i wait for you even when my hall is on the opposite side of campus? i like you. a lot.” 

and at that moment, it felt like it was just you and woonhak on that street. even though it really was just you two. 

you opened your mouth, but nothing came out. nothing you could say would come close to what you felt, because that's when you realized: he’s never been just a friend. 

in that moment, the moment of silence, everything in your head was telling you to say something, but if not, kiss him. and so you did. 

it wasn’t anything too bold or too flashy, just a quick peck on the cheek, but it still had woonhak blushing. the red tint on his face kept growing, even after you pulled away from him. 

“i’ll take that as you like me?” his face was still getting red, and a huge smile was on his face. 

you nodded eagerly. “yeah,” you smiled with him. “i like you, woonhak.” 

you hated to admit it, but after all this time, leeseo was right.

perm taglist. @jellyouse

[e-dubbc11]

Morally Gray

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Let’s see…well first and foremost, SMUT! 18+ PLEASE! (Or I’m telling on you!) Mentions of oral sex, P in V sex. Gun violence, little bit of blood, tending to wounds, some swearing, very vague mentions of Billy’s trauma, and fluff

Word Count: 5.1K-ish

Summary: Reader is a nurse on her way home from work, late at night. She stumbles on a man getting attacked, he’s outnumbered, and she wants to help. Her weapon of choice is a little…unconventional.

A/N: This is another fantastic idea from my darling friend @bartonsparrow25 trading dialogue back and forth with her is so fun and I can feel the stress clearing from my head every time I chat with her. I’m forever grateful to you, my friend♥️ All of this is gratuitous and self indulgent but really, so are all my other works and I’m fine with it 🤣

One more thing and I’ll stop rambling, I know I’ve said this before but I’m thinking of trimming my tag list again, I know some have moved on from the fandom or disappeared completely. Please tell me if you’d still like to be tagged or not. Believe me, you’re not gonna hurt my feelings…people move on, it’s ok, really.

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. ���💕 💕

It had already been a day.

Your feet were killing you. The pain behind your eyes and along the bridge of your nose had started out as a dull ache and by the end of your shift at the hospital, it had morphed into excruciating agony. It wasn’t that you forgot to eat or drink enough water, it had just been a very long day and all you wanted to do was go home and put your feet up.

By the time you had clocked out, your patience and tolerance for bullshit were just about used up for the week and you felt even the slightest inconvenience would be enough to set you off and you could bet that no one would want to be around you when you did.

The time clock said 1 AM. It was an hour and a half later than when you should have clocked out but the ER was short staffed and you didn’t want to leave your co-workers when they desperately could have used your help.

It’s not like you had anything better to do.

As soon as you stepped outside, the crisp late autumn air hit your face and you instantly felt a small bit of relief as you closed your eyes and stood outside the automatic doors for a minute, letting the cool air travel from your nose to your lungs. Your headache subsided a little as you took a sip from your water bottle that you never went anywhere without; it was always in your hands along with your pepper spray and kitty knuckles.

When you moved to the city from upstate, you promised your father that you would take some sort of self-defense class because you mentioned to him that you would be walking home from the hospital every night and he wanted you to be able to defend yourself if you needed to.

Surrounded by an ethereal glow, the full moon loomed large above as you began your trek home along the cracked city sidewalks and faded white lines of the crosswalks. The slight nighttime breeze mixed the familiar scents of concrete and salt together as you were reminded about the loneliness of the dark, the empty apartment you were going home to, and the sharp whispers of the secrets heard spilling out from the alleys all around you.

What secrets or confessions would you hear tonight?

**********

The further you walked away from the hospital, the sketchier your surroundings became and no matter how many times you walked that route, it still made you nervous anytime you heard a car alarm or a stray cat jumping out in front of you and scurrying across the street but tonight you didn’t hear anything, just silence.

It was too quiet which made you more alert. But the silence was broken by the sounds of fighting…men fighting in the upcoming alley, strong fists coming in contact with another one’s nose, shoes scuffling against the rough pavement, and struggling grunts between slight cries of pain.

As you inched your way closer to the alley, you stopped at the edge and peeked around the corner. The only light overhead was the moon, high and bright in the sky, lighting up the small alley along with the figures in dark clothing and ski masks. There were three of them beating on just one man dressed in an expensive suit.

Fuck.

He needed help and calling the police would take too long but you had a metal water bottle in one hand and pepper spray attached to your kitty knuckles in the other.

Well…if you were going to die, at least you would die trying to help someone which, as a nurse, was your actual job anyway. And after the day you’ve had dealing with fentanyl overdoses, aggressive and unruly patients, and having to stay late because of staffing issues, you needed to take your frustration out on someone so it might as well be these guys.

The man in the fancy suit was trying his best to fend off the men attacking him and doing a pretty decent job at it too but three against one was hardly fair. After you carefully placed your bag on the ground, you crept around the corner of the alley and quickly moved behind the dumpster, tightly clutching your water bottle and sliding your fingers through the holes of your kitty knuckles with your pepper spray dangling next to them.

You could hear the loud, heavy sound of your heart beating inside your ears as you warily tiptoed behind one of the masked men and hit him as hard as you could with your water bottle. The clanging sound against the man’s skull was loud and startled everyone else. When he hit the pavement, you sprayed pepper spray directly into the holes in his mask.

The man in the suit called for you to “watch your six!” before successfully punching the man holding onto him in the face.

When you turned around, another masked man was coming straight for you, so you grabbed the bottle by the handle, swung right for his face and connected, resulting in another loud “CLANG!” And you also managed to jab him in the neck with the points of your kitty knuckles.

The man in the suit reached down, picked a handgun up off of the pavement, and pulled the trigger…twice. The two that you managed to neutralize were now dead and he pulled the trigger a third time, shooting the lone survivor in the kneecap.

The masked man cried out in excruciating pain while the one in the fancy suit pointed the gun into the other one’s mouth.

“I’m leaving you alive so you can go tell your boss that I don’t scare so easily and he has no idea what he has just done. Get the fuck out of here…now.” He growled.

Through his anger and disdain, the man had a sexy silvery tone to his voice and even with the cuts on his forehead and the blood on his lip, he was extremely handsome with his doll-like obsidian eyes and raven colored hair that had tumbled into his eyes.

The masked man took off running as you stood there stunned and unable to move after what you just witnessed while you tried to catch your breath.

In a daze, you heard a muffled voice asking you questions but you couldn’t make out what the voice was saying. With a snap, you quickly turned your head in his direction.

“What?” You asked.

“I asked if you were hurt!” He said with concern in his voice.

Vigorously shaking your head, you replied, “No, I’m fine! You look hurt though. That cut on your head is gonna need a stitch or two.”

Without warning, he grabbed your arm, started walking and said “We gotta go, come on. That your bag? Pick it up, let’s go.”

Throwing your bag over your shoulder, he pulled you along as you tried to keep up with his long strides. He was tall with a strong slender build and as you looked down at his hand on your arm, you could see small cuts on his knuckles and small dots of blood sprinkled on his stark white dress shirt.

You hastily walked away from the sirens that were headed in your direction. When you were far enough away, he pulled on your arm to move you so you were directly in front of him. His mouth was twisted with anger, his nostrils flared, and through gritted teeth he started to scold you.

“What the fuck were you thinking?!! They could have killed you, ya know! Men twice your size and you go after them with a WATER BOTTLE?!!” He yelled.

Walking for a minute had cleared your head a little and you had an answer ready for him.

“That’s a funny way to tell someone ‘thank you’ but I’ll take it. And they DENTED my FAVORITE water bottle, thank you very much!! Look, I’ve had a really rough day, Mister and I really needed to take it out on something. That guy’s head hit perfectly against my water bottle. You heard that clang right? It was a good one.” You replied with a sarcastic grin.

Inches away from your face, he asked with his lips almost touching yours, “Why would you risk your life for a stranger?!!”

“Because you needed help.” You replied in barely more than a whisper.

The firm grip he had on your arm eased and he let you go. The tension in his face relaxed and stared at you with, what you could only describe as, fondness or admiration like he really couldn’t believe that a stranger would risk her life for his.

“Well you shouldn’t have done that, sweetheart. I don’t know that I could have lived with myself if something happened and I wouldn’t have even known your name.” He said.

“And if something happened to you, I wouldn’t have known yours either. And my name is y/n. It’s nice to meet you.” You said, extending your hand for him to shake.

He reached for your hand and replied, “Billy…Billy Russo.”

“Well…Billy Russo, I need to stitch that wound on your head and I should clean the cuts on your knuckles and your lip.” You said.

Gazing at you from head to toe, he finally got a good look at you before saying, “You’re a nurse.”

Pointing at your scrubs and clogs, you replied with a sarcastic tone, “Oh ya think? What gave it away? My apartment isn’t far from here so let’s go, handsome.”

Shit.

Either he missed what you had said or he was preoccupied with getting off the street because of the two dead bodies he left in the alley.

Being a nurse, you obviously carried a first aid kit with you wherever you went, so you gave him a piece of gauze to hold against his head to try and keep it clean and prevent the blood from dripping down his forehead.

“You’re not lightheaded or anything are you? We’re almost there.” You said, taking your keys out of your bag.

“I’m fine, y/n. I promise.” Replied Billy. “Ya know, you’re awfully calm for someone who watched two guys die tonight.”

“I’m a nurse who works in the ER, Billy. I’ve seen people die from gunshot wounds, fentanyl overdoses, car accidents…I’ve seen it all.” You said with a slight hitch in your voice.

“I wish you didn’t have to see those things.” Billy said.

You glanced over at him and replied, “It’s my job, Billy. I know what field I chose to work in, it’s ok.”

After unlocking the door, you removed your shoes, put your keys away and put your jacket and bag down.

“Make yourself comfortable. Oh can you take your shoes off, please?” You asked.

Billy’s lips curled into a warm smile and that smile melted your insides. Even with all the blood on his face and tousled hair, he was still incredibly handsome.

“Of course.” Billy said.

“Let me just get my supplies, I’ll be right back.” You said softly.

“You have a significant other that will be upset if I’m here?” He asked, looking around.

Emerging from the bedroom, you shook your head and replied, “Nope, it’s just me. Take your jacket off for me.”

“Alright, alright. Don’t need to get all bossy about it.” He said with a smirk.

You narrowed your eyes and shook your head again.

“I just wanna make sure you’re not hurt anywhere else, broken bones, bleeding anywhere else, your eye is gonna swell. I should get you some ice for that but I need to stitch that cut first.” You said.

Billy would be sore tomorrow with some bumps and bruises but he was lucky that nothing was broken or bleeding which was a little surprising since he was trying to fend off three masked men by himself.

To give yourself added light, you put on your small headlamp with a magnifier.

“Ok, hold still. I’m gonna clean this and give youuuuu…I think two stitches will be good.” You said, looking over the cut on his forehead.

“You lookin’ in a coal mine with that thing? It’s just a cut.” Said Billy.

Looking down at him, you replied, “Who’s the nurse here, me or you? I need to make sure there’s nothing in there that could cause an infection, if that’s alright! Also, I told you to hold still and don’t look at the light. You’re lucky this cut is up by your hair, there won’t be any scar visible to mess up this handsome face.”

As a wide Cheshire cat smile stretched across his lips, Billy said, “You think I’m handsome?”

“Will you shut up!” You said, playfully.

Billy was still trying to stare at you up and through the headlamp.

“So really, y/n. What did you think you were doing stepping into that fight?” He asked.

“I told you, I just wanted to help, Billy. And a lot of good it did me. That dude’s head was harder than I thought it would be and his big ol’ melon DENTED it! It was my favorite water bottle and I dented it, helping you!” You replied with your voice raised. “So ya know what? YOU can buy me a new one, oh and say thank you!”

Billy was highly amused. He touched his tongue to his top teeth then tried to bite back a smile and if you were to guess, you would say that he was smitten with you.

“Will you marry me?” He blurted out.

Stunned by his ridiculous question, you accidentally pressed a little too hard on the bandage you placed over his wound after you were finished stitching it.

“WHAT?!!” You exclaimed.

Wincing in pain, he hissed, “OUCH!! Shit!”

“Oh my god, Billy! I’m sorry! But what the fuck did you just say?!” You asked, with a touch of hostility in your voice.

Billy gently touched the bandage on his forehead and replied, “Is this how you treat all of your patients?! Fuck, that hurt!”

“Well I usually don’t get marriage proposals from my patients, Mr. Russo. Are you insane? Did you hit your head?” You asked, removing your gloves.

Still touching the bandage, Billy looked up at you through his long dark lashes, his deep brown eyes were hypnotic and nearly put you into a trance.

He replied, “It was the only way I could get you to stop talkin’ about your stupid water bottle!”

“Maybe I wasn’t clear…it was my FAVORITE WATER BOTTLE!!” You said, desperately trying to stop your lips from curling into a wide smile.

“And no, I’m not insane and I didn’t hit my head. Maybe, I’m just still shocked that someone would risk their life for someone they don’t even know…especially someone like me.” Billy said in a softer tone but the words sounded very grinding as he said them through clenched teeth.

As you gently placed yourself next to him on the couch, you noticed the look on Billy’s face was tense, the freshly cleaned wounds on his knuckles were bright red as he clenched and released his fists over and over again.

“Billy? What do you mean, someone like you?” You asked in a hushed tone.

He turned to face you.

“Isn’t it obvious, y/n? I killed two men in front of you, wounded a third, and you’re not even the least bit curious of how I could just do that without batting an eyelash? Huh?! I’m not a good man.” He said.

“You didn’t kill me when you very well could have. Leave no witnesses and all that, right?” You replied, slowly closing your hand over his fist. “I don’t think you’re a bad guy. It’s just a feeling I have.”

Closing the distance between your bodies, Billy inched his face closer to yours and whispered with an appreciative smile, “I could never kill or hurt the person who saved my life.”

With his lips ghosting over yours, you pulled away, quickly stood up and clumsily replied, “I-I should get you some ice for that eye. I’ll be, um, yeah I’ll be right back.”

A satisfying hum raced through your veins as you hurried into the kitchen to retrieve an ice pack and a towel for Billy’s eye. You could almost still feel Billy’s warm breath brushing the husk of your ear before the cold air from the freezer brought you back down to earth.

As you handed him the towel and ice pack, you said, “Here ya go. Hold that on your eye for a bit, should keep the swelling down but you will have a bruise there. You’re not a model or anythin’, are you? You should call in sick tomorrow, if you are.”

“You think I’m good lookin’ enough to be a model?” Asked Billy, with his mouth tipped up in half a smile.

“That’s not what I said, Mr. Russo. I just asked IF you—“ You had started to say before Billy cut you off.

He dropped the ice pack on the couch as his lips crashed against yours but he quickly pulled away because of the pain from the cut on his lip.

“Ow! Fuck!” He cried out.

You chuckled a little.

“I mean, I could have told ya that was gonna hurt.” You said with a slight giggle. “Sit back for me, Billy.”

“What?” Asked Billy.

“Just sit back for me. Now, am I gonna hurt you if I straddle you?” You asked, softly.

“Depends on what you’re gonna do to me when you get up there.” He replied with a devilish smile.

You snapped back, “Do you trust me or not?!”

“You’re the nurse, sweet girl.” He said.

His voice was smooth like warm honey. When he smiled that perfect smile at you, it felt like your insides were melting and you suddenly felt an ache between your thighs growing hungry for him. You shouldn’t feel this way, you just met him but Billy had something about him, something that you felt drawn to,almost like you were meant to stumble upon him and save him tonight.

Gingerly, you placed one knee on either side of his hips as you rested on the tops of his thighs. A forceful exhale escaped his mouth while his intense gaze raked over you and his eyes darted around to carefully watch every move you made.

Placing one hand on his chest, you asked, “Is this ok?”

Billy nodded.

Very slowly, you inched your face closer to his and placed a soft kiss on his forehead and then another in a different spot, you kissed his slightly swollen eyelid, then to the other before moving down to his cheeks. His well-groomed beard lightly tickled your lips as you very delicately peppered kisses all over his face before pausing in front of his lips.

You could tell it was killing him to be this close to you without being able to kiss you like he desperately wanted to, fighting the urge to devour every inch of you, and all because it would hurt him to do so.

“Gently now.” You whispered, almost in a taunting tone, before lightly touching your lips to his.

Growling through the pain, Billy kissed you back, wrapping his long arms around your body and tangling his long agile fingers in your hair.

“I said gently, Mr. Russo.” You sighed, pulling away, giving him access to your throat. “Thaaaat’s it.” You purred as he took your direction by lightly kissing up and down the side of your neck.

You could feel his cock twitch against your core, hardening more and more with each gentle kiss and listening intently to your words of praise. Billy liked it and he seemed to surprise himself by letting himself trust you, a complete stranger…well, almost a complete stranger.

Maybe he was used to rushing through intimate moments and his sexual encounters. He never allowed himself to fully trust anyone or open up to people. You knew his type. These were just guesses of course, but you’ve seen it before in your own relationships and your friends�� relationships too.

“You don’t do this, huh…go slow or take your time…do you Billy.” You said, softly.

Billy hummed against your collarbone.

“Mmmmm…no. I don’t.” Billy replied.

“You don’t trust anyone either, hmmm.” You whined as he lightly nipped at your jaw.

“No…” He growled.

You felt like you could come even though he was just grazing the sensitive skin of your neck with his lips. Goosebumps erupted across your skin as he found the sweet spot where your necks meets your shoulder that made you gasp.

“Then why do you trust me?” You asked.

Billy grabbed the hem of your scrub top.

“Because you saved my life, sweet girl.” He purred into your ear before pulling your top up over your head and tossing it to the side.

Wrapping his hands around your wrists with ease, he pinned them behind your back. Billy was strong and it was pointless to struggle but you actually kind of not-so-secretly liked it.

“I told you that I’m not a good man, you’ve watched me kill…you haven’t even asked who those men were or why they want me dead.” Billy hissed.

You barked back, “I was too busy saving your ass and making sure you don’t have a concussion, to ask. I was getting there though.”

His breath was hot against your skin as he replied, “No, you were too busy eye fucking me.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, Mr. Russo. You’re not THAT good looking.” You said, lying through your teeth.

You could feel him smiling against your cheek, the bristles of his beard lightly scratching the skin, and the wet spot on your panties growing larger with every syllable he uttered.

“Yeah? Is that why you called me handsome more than once? Because I’m NOT good looking?” He said harshly through gritted teeth. “You don’t have an answer for me, do you Princess.”

Billy was right. You didn’t have an answer for him because he really was THAT good looking. He was probably the most handsome man you had ever seen, who was a complete stranger to you an hour ago and now he had you half naked, restrained with your hands pinned behind your back.

You weren’t even frightened.

“No...I don’t.” You replied.

“I thought so. Now I’m gonna ask you again, how do you know I’m not the bad guy?” Billy asked, as he nibbled on your ear.

“Maybe you’re just morally gray.” You replied. “You’re not all bad. I can feel it.”

Billy flashed you a wicked smile.

“You can feel it huh? I’m sure you can…right in that nice wet pussy of yours. Can’t you, sweet girl.” Said Billy.

The words rolled off his silvery tongue with ease and he definitely knew what it was doing to you. All of your senses were heightened, everything he was saying to you was hitting you directly in your core and he had barely touched you. But it was because he had barely touched you that you were so turned on, feeling things that you shouldn’t and for a man you barely knew.

What were you thinking?

You actually weren’t thinking, at least not with your head anyway.

But Billy was into it just as much as you. His cock was strained against his suit pants, aching to get out and you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t desperately want him inside you but you were enjoying the tease and you could tell he was enjoying it too as this was all new to him also.

“Slow, Billy. It will be worth it, I promise.” You whispered.

“You’re makin’ me feel things I don’t normally feel, y/n. I don’t trust people, I don’t form attachments, they make people weak , but right now, so do you. You make me weak.” Billy admitted.

His words sent restless shivers down your spine.

With your hands still pinned behind your back, you shyly asked, “Can you let go of my wrists, Billy? You have too many clothes on.”

He eased his grip, releasing your wrists but not his gaze as his onyx colored eyes were firmly locked on yours. As you loosened his tie, his top teeth closed onto his bottom lip and the look he had in his eyes was primal, wild and hungry. One at a time, you unbuttoned his once crisp white dress shirt that was now sprinkled with droplets of blood.

After slowly pushing his shirt off of his shoulders, you noticed a scar on his left shoulder and before you could ask him, he almost timidly stated, “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

Billy seemed angry and ashamed about it so you just let it go and replied, “It’s alright Billy, we don’t have to.”

Staying away from his scar, you stippled kisses along his neck and chest as your lips curled into a smile against his skin and gently raked your fingers through his raven colored hair. It was getting harder and harder to control yourself, to continue to tease him, and have him tease you.

“Thank you y/n, for saving me, even if it was with a water bottle.” Billy whispered with a warm smile.

Being careful of his cut, you leaned forward and placed a tender kiss on his lips before replying, “Take me to bed, Billy…and you’re welcome.”

“Just tell me where it is, sweet girl.” He purred with a devilish grin.

“Down the hall, last door on the right.” You said.

**********

Being married to your job, it had been awhile since you had a relationship or had even been on a date but you had never known pleasure like the decadence Billy gave you that night.

He buried himself between your legs for what felt like hours, determined to pull every sinful noise, whine and strangled moan from you until your voice cracked and until your vision went blindly white.

And that was just with his tongue.

It turned him on more to hear you purring his name underneath him, to feel your thighs tremble with every slow deep grind of his hips, and your walls clenching around him every time he succeeded in pulling orgasms from you.

Billy was punishing you in the best way for teasing him, for making him take things slow, and for not giving in to his charm at first. He made you pay for keeping his cock confined for what he said felt like days and he did that by putting you on all fours and fucking you from behind and drawing circles on your clit. The overstimulation caused your legs to give out as you collapsed onto your side but he was far from finished with you.

He slipped back into you from the side, his hand wrapped around your neck like a choker, then let it wander down to your hips as he pulled his cock nearly all the way out before plunging back inside.

Quickly falling apart, you reach back to grab a hold of his deep brown hair so you’d have something to pull on while you come undone between the quick snaps of his hips while his long deft fingers pressed firmly into yours.

Billy loved to hear you moan his name, and you could tell he was close when his movements quickened and became more shallow. He was going to explode.

With a quick tug on his hair, you breathlessly said, “I told you it would be worth it, come for me, Billy.”

Hard and fast, he chased his own release, digging his nails into your skin as a deep moan of your name escaped his lips.

Billy pinched your chin between his hand and turned your face toward him but before he could plant a kiss on your lips, you stopped him, “That’s gonna hurt, Mr. Russo.”

He went in for the kiss anyway and only regretted it a little.

“Ow…totally worth it though.” He said, trying to catch his breath.

You were desperate to touch his face but unsure if he would be alright with it. His actions and reactions to certain things tonight made you think that he may not be open to that. Slowly, you inched your hand toward his face and asked him, “May I?”

Stunned, Billy nodded as you gently brushed his beard with your thumb, then your knuckles. He let his eyes close as his facial muscles relaxed and he kissed the palm of your hand.

All he managed to get out was, “H-how?”

You turned to face him, continued to softly stroke his cheeks and hair before replying, “It’s my job to help people when they’re hurt, Billy. While I only deal with their physical pain, I know emotional pain and trauma when I see it. And I see that in you.”

Billy took your hand and held it in his.

“Y/n, I really don’t—“ He started to say.

You interrupted him, shaking your head, “And you don’t have to, Billy. You don’t know me from any other random woman you bring home. I’ve just seen your type before and you definitely don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

“Technically, you brought me home.” He said with a wink.

You playfully slapped him on the shoulder as you both let out a chuckle.

“You know what I mean!” You retorted.

Billy asked, “So you’re NOT gonna marry me?”

“I’m not gonna marry you, Billy. I’ll consider going on a date with you IF you buy me a new water bottle.” You said with your lips curling into a wide smile.

“Oh here we go with the fuckin’ water bottle again!” He exclaimed.

“Billy—“ You started to say.

He interrupted, “Yeah, I know I heard you the first time. It’s your ‘favorite.’ I get it.”

Billy paused.

“And for the woman who risked her life to help save mine? I’ll buy you all the water bottles you want and then take you out to dinner. What do ya say?” He asked.

You replied, “I’ll say yes, if you answer my question…Are you the good guy or the bad guy?”

Billy tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear as his lips collided with yours. Through the pain, he parted your lips with his tongue as he slipped it into your mouth to tangle with yours, and with a slight growl, he replied, “How did you put it? Morally gray?”

Biting back a smile, you slowly nodded and replied, “Yes, I did say that.”

“Then I’m morally gray.” Said Billy. “Is that something you can handle, sweet girl?”

“I think I’m doin’ pretty good so far.” You answered.

He asked, “So I’ll pick you up on Saturday night?”

“You got yourself a date, handsome…and have my new water bottle ready and waiting. Oh, I want the same color too.” You said.

“And what color is that?” Asked Billy.

With a kind smile, you delicately kissed his cheek and replied, “Gray.”

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Hiii! I love your writing, it has a nice flow to and fits together so beautifully. I was wondering if you would consider taking this request.

The reader and Pantalone are both in the Fatui. They aren’t exactly in a relationship, but their relationship status is definitely beyond just being acquaintances and even friends. So far beyond that like gossip began to spread around the Fatui and even the public. So basically after all that, the reader decides to distance from Pantalone(about like a month or so idk make however long you want). But then one day he comes to knock on the reader’s office door, and without wanting to cause any scene, the reader lets him in. And honestly from there you can write a range from fluff to nsfw content, either would be fine. Thank you!!!

(Preferably make the reader female)

You knew that sooner or later it would come to public that your and Pantalone’s relationship was not strictly businesslike. Although it started the most professional way, you two being comrades, despite the differences in rank, age and power, still had a potential to bloom into something less conservative and more intimate. Dating a Harbinger obviously had its positive impact, for instance being constantly protected and secured from outer threats. No one would dare to lift their finger at someone who’s standing in a Harbinger’s shadow. Unfortunately the negative sides showed themselves eventually, too. Despite feeling secured and confident in your physical safety, you started having minor inconveniences. Such minor inconveniences only seemed so at first flance, and later they started to grow more and more irritating, causing not only anxiety to you but big distress to the Fatui organisation in general. Not to Pantalone, though – he didn't care.

“Do you spread your legs for every rich businessman or is it only Regrator?” female employees inquired with sardonic smiles. The amount of inappropriate comments like that would only grow with each passing day, and honestly, it slowly became unbearable. 

“I saw them walk together late at night. Can you imagine? Unmarried woman walking with a Harbinger at dark times alone.”

The most infuriating thing about all this was not just their comment, but the truth. In all your relationship period with Pantalone you have never been involved with him sexually! But those fools just wanted to humiliate you in front of everyone. You didn't even know if it had reached Pantalone’s ears, and hopefully it didn't – otherwise you’d die of embarrassment.

One day you lost all your patience and headed to his office. It was time when you’d tell him you wanted a break. “Just a month or two”, you think, “it won’t be forever.”

When you entered his private room and closed the door with a soft click, you already noticed a slight frown on Pantalone’s face as if he already knew what you were going to tell.

“Sit”, he demanded you. You took a sit in front of his desk, while Pantalone was finishing some of his paperwork. With his free hand he pushed a cup of tea in your direction, one that’s specifically prepared for you. 

“Thanks”, that hot cup of tea was soothing and could definitely make a difference to this cold day. But unfortunately it couldn't influence the tension bulding between you two. Pantalone suspected your fears long before and subconsciously he knew that this relationship would harm you and your honour. 

He put his pen and ink away and turned his gaze at you.

“You really can’t just ignore those comments, hm? I knew you’re too caring for taking risks like that. After all, a Harbinger is a public personaa and is a subject to be discussed publicly. His private life, too.”

“You seem to not be affected.”

“I am hundreds years old, my dear. Surely you don’t think I worry about my reputation that much? Please, I have done so many things that would scare people much more than dating a mortal woman who has just recently joined Fatui.”

You took a sip from the cup not breaking an eye contact with him.

“Perhaps you’re right. Yet I fail to see how we’re going to solve this drama gathering around us. The only solution I could suggest you is to part for a while.”

“You want me to leave you alone?” The mere mention of the words would make him sick to the stomach yet he kept his composure quite well. You wouldn't lie and say you felt nothing. The sickness washed over you just at the thought of stopping any informal interaction with the Harbinger.

“Surely you don’t think it’s a good reason for us to take a pause, no?” A slight hint of possessiveness and unwillingness to separate himself from you appeared on his face.

“I know how it sounds, but Pantalone, we can’t possibly work when everyone around us just keeps plotting. Have you heard what they say about me? They just keep saying how I spread my legs for every Harbinger in 10 metre radius.”

“Darling, why’d you prefer listening to some…. randoms, instead of listening to your partner, hm? I really fail to understand you sometimes.”

You rubbed the bridge of your nose.

“Oh Pants, you really don’t get what it means to a woman? Especially to someone who just joined the ranks, and got immediately mixed with a sack of shit?”

“Enough.”

“Are you saying I’m stupid?”

“Not stupid. Just too empathetic and sensitive.”

“What are you, then? Super chill and indifferent? Or are you just too cool to think of my problems?”

At that moment something inside Pantalone finally cracked inside and he squeezed his fist. It only took him a few seconds to visually suppress his anger before he got back to his friendly, appealing self. 

“Alright. If that makes you happy. Remember, though, you can always come back to me. Once you’re done with your sensitive attitude, that is.”

It was a recurrent Pulcinella’s monthly speech. He would gather everyone around, not only Harbingers but also the newly appointed recruits. You were sure it was something important and you did listen to the half of it, if not certain someone who would constantly distract you. As much as you tried to concentrate on the Rooster, you couldn't help but be bothered by a malicious gaze on your back. You decided to take action. Slowly turning your head to the size, you caught Pantalone’s gaze. Per usual, he was standing in the furthest corner, his silhouette hardly lit and almost completely coverd in thick shadow, yet the glimpse of his glasses was in order.

Pantalone was staring at you with a look that suggested he was either watching your every move or waiting for you to finally admit his presence. It was always difficult to indicate what was going through this man’s mind. Two weeks passed since the two of you stopped talking outside of work, and it took its toll on you, too. So partially you could understand his frustration.

When Rooster finished his speech you left the HQ with everyone else, but upon walking through the corridor you felt someone grip your wrist tightly.

“Hey, you-”

It was Pantalone. He pulled you closer, but not flush, just the distance between you to let him see your face clearly.

“May I ask you something?”

You were stunned. It was so informal, unprofessional and blunt – you’d never ever expect something like that from Regrator. You calmed yourself down, sighed and attempted to respond, but right at that moment, as if by a disgusting twist of fate, Rooster was walking exactly in your direction wih a few recruits accompanying him. He was eagerly explaining them their duties, it seemed. 

“Shit. We can’t let them see us like this”, you said and looked into Pantalone’s eyes, but he remained still, no idea as to how escape awkwardness. Quickly, you looked around and -bingo- there was a storage room just to your right. 

“What are you doing?” His voice was as flat as it used to be, yet he followed you without futher bickering.

Hastily, you grasped the edge of Pantalone’s fur coat and pulled him inside, closing the storage room behind you. Throught the door whole, you saw Rooster stop right near that damn storage room.

“Oh no, he’s not going to leave soon, is he?” You whispered to Pantalone. In attempt to turn to face him, you accidentally stood on an empty glass bottle of vodka left on the floor and landed… on Pantalone's lap.

He was sitting at the wooden chair in the centre of the storage room, definitely not expecting you fall at him like that. Bumping into his neck, you almost immediately pulled away as if you saw a ghost.

“Oh my god.”

A futile attempt to raise from his thighs was crushed by Rooster’s sudden exclamation outside:

“Oh my Goodness! Did you hear that?”

Pantalone immediately grabbed your shoulder and told you to be silent only with his lips. You froze and kept still, waiting for the wave of curious Fatui outside to pass. After a few moments it was impossible to ignore the fact that you were, indeed, on his lap, and he was on a chair, not really comfortable. But he was a Harbinger, and previously a thug, obviously he could show great deal of stamina?

You carefully turned your head to catch a glimpse of the happening outside through the door hole but Pantalone gripped you tightly, almost gluing you to the current position.

“Don’t. You. Dare. Move.”

Only then, after his explicit remark, you finally realised the problem. You were sitting on his thighs. Quite literally!

Your eyes widened at the feel of something hard growing somewhere in the middle of his thigh.

“Oh my god. Really, oh my god”.

You looked down, and then raise your eyes back at him – his Adam’s apple shifted quite vividly, he most obviously swallowed impatiently. You suddenly felt heat spreading through your chest. Pantalone, caught in the storage room, hiding with you. And you, straddling him with your hips mercilessly. If anyone saw this, they would never believe the original story, they’d rather consider you two having an intimate affair right here, in such a closed space. And as a matter of fact, no one would blame them for that.

You looked back at Pantalone’s face, he licked his dry lips as an animal in heat. You could feel how he struggles having you so dangerously close, right on top of him, when the both of you decide to take a break. It was so infuriatingly ironic. Yet you stood still, trying to not make things worse for him… and yourself.

Eventually the voices outside got farther away. You carefully stood up from Pantalone, and he shut his eyes for a moment, letting out a soft sigh of relief, probably. He adjusted his clothes, and you pushed the storage room open. No one was in the corridor, safe territory, absolutely. You pushed a stray lock of hair behind your ear and asked:

“So, what did you want to ask before we… erm…”

Pantalone fixed his glasses and stood up from the chair too. 

“Initially I wanted to clarify if you still want to keep our break due, or if you had changed your mind”, he approached you closer and cornered you to the wall, all in a blink of an eye. 

“I don’t think this break will ever work”, he said, extending his arm and placing it against the wall, next to your ear. “If you want to break up with me, at least find a more solid reason than dirty gossip”, Regrator leaned at close proximity to your cheek and trailed a line with his lips from your cheekbone down to your neck and stopped right there. You placed your hand on his chest in return, his pulse rate wild. 

“Fine, fine, stop you”, you punched him in the shoulder lightheartedly. “Let’s go back to work until we’re wanted.”

“If we do, you ought to accompany me, I’m afraid”, he extended his arm.

You rolled his eyes, silly.

“You wouldn't have it any other way, jealous mister?” 

The familiar touch to his gloved hand was filled with warmth and longing. 

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soft sex with heeseung <3 (I promise I write for other members I am just very sad and needed this)

Even though it was late in the evening, and most of the world was sleeping you still found yourself wide awake, doom-scrolling on your phone. You weren’t even particularly paying attention, your mind only making note of someone you deemed prettier than yourself. You heard the apartment door unlock and knew it was Heeseung returning from a night with friends.

You quickly tossed your phone off to the side and feigned whatever sleeping position your mind could think of, Heeseung taking off his coat and shuffling by your bed. He poked your cheek and you opened a single eye, pursing your lips at him.

“I was sleeping ya know,” you remarked to him, Heeseung nuzzling your forehead against yours as he kneeled by the bedside.

“No you weren’t, that’s not the position you normally sleep in. You know that’s the second lie you’ve told me this night,” Heeseung responded softly.

You furrowed your brows at him and rolled onto your back, clasping your hands together as you started messing with your thumbs.

“I don’t recall ever lying a first time today.”

Heeseung hummed and rested his chin gently on your shoulder, kissing the warm expanse of skin.

“Before you left you told me that everything was fine and that I should go out and that you were tired is all,” he repeated back to you almost verbatim.

“That wasn’t a lie, I am tired,” you reiterated, jumping slightly when Heeseung got on top of you, nuzzling his head in your neck like a cat needing affection.

This time instead he didn’t say anything, simply nodding his head and kissing either one of your cheeks. His hands were warm as they went under your sleep shirt, you sitting up slightly to help him take it off. You did the same to him and your nails found home on his shoulders as he started kissing around your chest, his tongue taking in an aroused nipple.

“You’ll forever be beautiful to me,” he whispered and you cast your head off to the side in shyness, unable to respond when he became sincere.

“Forever is a long time,” you uttered, your chest rising when you felt his tongue circle around your chest slowly ensuring you felt every ridge and bump against your skin.

“I know that dummy, that’s why I said it,” he lightly teased, going back up to kiss your chin and jawline. Your head sunk deeper into the pillow as he slid a digit between your legs, kissing the shell of your ear softly.

“Is it okay? Talk to me,” Heeseung inquired gently, sliding in a second when you nodded. Your jaw dropped and Heeseung took the chance to slide his tongue into your mouth, whining into it when he rubbed against your gummy walls.

“H-heeseung,” you panted against his mouth, your head burrowing into his chest as he curled his fingers in the place he had memorized kissing the top of your head when your legs shook around his fingers.

“Thatta girl, I got you, you look so gorgeous like this, don’t hold those sounds of yours,” he praised faintly against your ears, using his free hand to tilt your head back so you couldn’t muffle your moans in his chest.

“Mmm, close,” you panted out to him, your body shaking slightly as he sped up his fingers to get you what you needed most.

“That’s okay, just let it happen, I got you I got you,” Heeseung soothed, kissing your cheeks and neck softly as you started tightening around his fingers. He knew when you got close because you always started rutting into his hand sooner or later, entranced by the pleasure only he could give you.

Your head went blank as the knot in your lower belly tightened once more before snapping, in your haze hearing Heeseung whisper “good girls” against your ear.

He gently rolled you onto your back and you lay there catching your breath as Heeseung undid his belt and lowered his pants, keeling over you as he started stroking himself.

“Do you want to continue?” Heeseung asked breathily through hooded eyes, precum leaking from his tip and onto your belly.

“Of course dummy,” you teased softly.

Heeseung chuckled and grabbed a condom from the bedside drawer, rosy tints staining his ears when he ripped the first one.

“Someone’s eager it would appear,” you noted, grabbing another one yourself and opening it with ease. “I thought you were a pro at this.”

Heeseung smiled lightly and grabbed your hand so it was against his chest, your eyes widening at how fast his heart was beating.

“I could do this a thousand times and my heart will still always race when I’m with you,” he uttered sincerely, his head falling into the crook of your neck.

You swallowed thickly, becoming bashful.

“No need to be so cheesy,” you muttered, the remark making your heartbeat match his. Heeseung hummed softly at your shyness, and you braced yourself as he raised one of your legs to spread your core out some more.

“Deep breaths, you’re doing so well,” Heeseung praised sweetly, easing his inches into you slowly. You knew he was doing it to help you get adjusted but the slow pace always made you vividly aware of his size, your teeth gnawing into your bottom lip when his tip finally pressed against your cervix.

“Don’t bite your lip you’ll make them bleed,” he cooed, his thumb going to your bottom lip and swiping over it tenderly. You nodded and felt sticky drops of arousal leak from between your legs as Heeseung finally bottomed out, any movement you made causing his tip to push against any part of your walls.

“Y-you can move now,” you breathed out, a whimper leaving you when Heeseung began rolling his hips languidly into you.

“Shit you’re gonna make me lose my mind,” he rasped against your lips, grabbing your hands and holding them above your head. “You always do, every time I see you my heart starts racing nonstop,” Heeseung continued to babble, his brows furrowed in concentration.

You whimpered out his name as a way for him to stop with the remarks, as you weren’t sure your mind could handle so much sincerity in one sitting before you started crying. Heeseung sped up his pace and messily kissed your lips, squeezing your hands every time you gave him a louder moan.

“I know you hate when I get cheesy, but shit you’re just...you’re everything to me.” You wanted to look away so he couldn’t see the glossiness of your eyes, Heeseung’s reflexes being quicker as he held the back of your head still.

“Don’t hide from me, I got you sweetheart I got you, move your hips into me, just like that.” Heeseung’s voice only got breathier and yours was no better, your breath mixing into his as he pushed himself in deeper. You croaked out his name and dug your nails into his back as his tip kept pushing against your cervix, Heeseung using both of his hands to push your legs further apart.

“Fall apart for me, I’m here sweetheart.” His voice sounded distant as you felt the warm knot return to your lower belly, your breathing becoming dysregulated as your arms around his neck pull him against you.

“Hurry please, I-I can’t hold it,” you whined, wanting to come with him. Heeseung swore under his breath and kissed your forehead, more praise falling from his lips as you tightened around him. You both moaned each other names as the knot snapped intensely, whimpers leaving you as you felt him empty out into the condom.

Heeseung kissed your cheeks softly and then your jawline, resting his forehead against yours. “You know everything I say, I mean 100% right?” Heeseung remarked quietly against your lips, kissing them to seal his sincerity. You returned his sincerity with a kiss of your own, stroking the nape of his neck.

“I know you do."

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i know this is different from what i normally do but let me if you like members being written this way or want more of this?

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FULL MOON

My works are 14+ ONLY. If you’re under 14 DO NOT interact with me or any of my works. And please don’t spam-like!

Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Vampire!fem reader

Word count: 5,000

Note: I’ve been STRESSING about not having any completed imagines for Halloween but I was able to finish this one. It’s fluffy and sweet but also there’s a steamy kiss at the end oop 🫢

The light of the full moon shone down on the dew-covered grass outside as you sat inside on the couch, cuddled up next to your boyfriend, Chan, who felt particularly warm and cozy as the both of you watched a movie together. On the screen, the end credits rolled, your eyes momentarily following as each name passed before lifting your head from Chan's shoulder.

"Another?"

That one word gained a nod from your boyfriend who took the remote and started scrolling for a second film to occupy your time. Both you and Chan were major night owls and enjoyed staying up into the AM hours, often having movie marathon hangouts when you were both nothing more than good friends. Other times were spent indulging in late-night ramen and having pointless conversations that led nowhere. You were a good match, perhaps even perfect.

Since you started dating four months prior, things hadn't changed much, other than the fact that your hangouts were now called dates. And then there were the cuddles and kisses that took place during these dates of yours.

Chan pressed his pillowy lips against your temple as a small display of affection while flicking through suggested movies on the screen, not really paying attention to the time. Normally, he wouldn't let it get away from him, but with you around, it was easy to get caught up in the moment. It wasn't until that all-too-familiar feeling tugged at his chest that Chan realized what time it was, his eyes darting to the living room window where the full moon shone down outside.

He forgot.

Picking up on his change in body language, you glanced over at him, brows tugging together in mild concern.

"Is everything okay?" You inquired, placing a tentative hand on his bicep, rubbing it in a soothing manner.

Chan's heartbeat increased rapidly as he fought to maintain a straight face. He didn't want to reveal his true form to you, but he knew he couldn't hide his secret forever. Though he had managed to keep it under wraps throughout your friendship and, so far, four months of dating.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He responded, giving you a forced half smile. "I'm just a little tired, that's all." It was the worst excuse he could possibly come up with, but it's what slipped out of his mouth.

"Mr. I Stay Up Until 5 AM is tired?" You teased him lovingly. It's something you always did when you were still just friends. Teasing was a big part of your relationship.

He rolled his eyes at your playful remark. "Maybe I'm trying to get my sleep schedule back in order."

Though you considered hitting him with another teasing comment about how he'll never get his sleep in order, you chose to be serious.

"Alright, alright. I'll cut the teasing. Let's put on another movie and if you get tired, you can sleep in my lap." You offered.

Chan's expression softened at your proposition and he hoped it would be a good distraction from the effects the moon was having on him. All he needed was something to calm him. Surely that would do the trick—right?

"How can I refuse such a sweet offer?" He grinned, using the remote in his hand to select a movie from your shared watchlist.

The both of you settled back into the couch as the opening scenes played on the screen, the background music filling the room as the main cast's names flashed over the backdrop. Things were peaceful, but it didn't last long. Roughly five minutes into the film, Chan became tense again, his hands clenching into fists where they rested on his knees. That feeling in his chest was getting stronger and he wasn't sure how long he could hold back his true nature before it came out and reared it's ugly head. If he let that happen, your relationship would change forever.

He slowly laid his head on your lap to which you immediately accommodated, letting him get situated before running your fingers through his soft brown curls. A sigh left him at the gentle and calming sensation your fingers caused, sending waves of relief throughout him with each caress. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough to tame the beast within trying to break free. The moon was really starting to effect him and not even your calming touch could help. He couldn't suppress the creature trying to break free from within; the transformation was inevitable. Chan knew he would need to make up an excuse to leave the room soon or things wouldn't go well. His worst nightmare would come true.

He let out the faintest strained noise as he was overcome with another wave of discomfort, sitting upright and getting to his feet.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom. Don't worry about pausing the movie." The words left his lips hurriedly, his urgency barely concealed.

You nodded, assuming he wasn't feeling well, not thinking too much of it as he scurried out of the living room.

The door was pushed shut behind Chan hastily while another wave of discomfort twisted his insides. He moved to the sink, letting out a heavy sigh and hoping he didn't raise any suspicions with his exit. The other part of him, what he was, had slowly started to take over now, his eyes flickering from their natural warm brown to a golden hue as he tried his best to repress it.

"No, no, no." He hissed under his breath, clenching his teeth.

This was not supposed to happen.

With the way things were going, he had no choice but to let nature take its course. He mentally cursed himself for thinking he could have a date with you on the night of the full moon and for failing to keep an eye on the time.

The bathroom was small and cramped, which meant Chan could accidentally hit or break something during the transformation process, but he didn't care at this point. The urges within him were much stronger than his worries and the aches were only getting more intense.

A familiar tingling sensation prickled at Chan's hands and he raised them to find his nails growing longer, slowly forming sharp claws. It was a sight he was accustomed to, but not one he wanted to be seeing on this particular night. His breathing became labored, leaving him in heavy huffs as he gripped the edges of the sink, leaning over it while the last shred of humanity within him resisted, but it wasn't enough to stop the inevitable from happening. He inhaled a sharp intake of air, his eyes fully shifted to a golden hue, glowing softly from the intensity of his transformation. He stumbled a bit and doubled over as his ears grew into points, his clenched canines elongating to form sharp, pointed fangs that could easily tear through flesh. He leaned against the wall with a thump and a groan, pushing himself off to try and stand up as the agony slowly came to an end. A growl rumbled in the back of his throat, his clawed hands trembling as he tried to steady his breathing, but his body was on high alert for some reason and he was finding it hard to relax. He panted heavily, hunched over the sink while fighting off the urge to burst out of the bathroom and go outside to hunt.

You were seated in the living room on the couch, your worry for Chan rising by the minute. He had been in the bathroom for a while and you wondered if you needed to check on him. He could've been sick, but something in your gut was telling you it was more dire than that. Pausing the movie, you stood up with the intention to see if your boyfriend was alright. That's when you heard a thump down the hall, assumably from the bathroom where he was. Your instincts flared up immediately, knowing that something wasn't right.

You stepped forward, moving down the hallway. A faint mumble of some sort could be heard from the bathroom followed by a low and rough growl. A feeling—or more like a scent, hit you. There was a werewolf in Chan's house. Your immediate thought was that your boyfriend was in danger and your body went into protect mode immediately.

Due to that sudden spike in emotion and the fact that you were close to a werewolf, your eyes shifted to their vampiric red that you kept hidden so often and your fangs lengthened, your defenses kicking in full force. Revealing your true identity to Chan was the last thing on your mind as you slinked towards the bathroom door, preparing to strike. Your top priority was making sure he was safe and if you had to show your true nature to achieve that, then so be it.

You wasted no time grabbing the handle, which wasn't locked, and pushing open the door with urgency.

"Chan! Are you alr—" The sentence was left unfinished as you froze, your red irises meeting his golden ones.

He was the only one in the bathroom. Your stunned gaze took in his appearance: pointed ears, sharpened canines, and even sharper claws. You were dumbfounded.

Chan, equally as shocked by your own appearance, let out a little exhale of disbelief, frozen in place due to the magnitude of the situation. Despite the bombshell revelation, he didn't feel threatened, that tenseness in his body loosening a bit at your presence. Even the urge to hunt was diminishing.

"Chan, you're..." You didn't even care that you had exposed yourself as a vampire. You were more shocked to find out your best friend—your boyfriend, was a werewolf.

Your voice pulled him from his stupor and he nodded. "Yeah. I am. And you're..."

"Yes." You responded, your hand falling off the doorknob. "I... I was worried. I heard noises and smelled a werewolf, so I thought you were in danger."

You weren't sure how you didn't figure out what Chan was sooner. This whole time you thought he was a human, as he never showed any signs of being anything but.

The fact that you were concerned for him made his heart soften.

"You came to check on me?"

You nodded. "My need to protect you was greater than hiding my identity. I was ready to burst in here and kick some mutt to the curb, but it's just you."

It's just you.

Those words echoed in Chan's mind and struck him right in the chest. You weren't bothered at all by what he was. What's more, you were ready to protect him and you revealed your identity to do it.

"That's so sweet." Chan's expression softened.

Like you, he never really thought about you being anything but a human so this was certainly a huge shock for him. He was stunned that he never once picked up on you being a vampire, which was quite embarrasing on his end.

No more words were exchanged for the time being, both of you stunned to silence at this revelation. Stepping forward, you cupped Chan's cheeks, his eyelids fluttering softly at your touch which calmed the beast inside of him.

"You're beautiful." You murmured in awe, your crimson eyes scanning over his face and taking in his new wolfish features.

"So are you." He responded in an almost breathless manner, his heart hammering in his chest.

There was a fluttering in your own chest, a new emotion blossoming within, something you couldn't quite describe. Though if you had to explain it, it was something akin to immense love. Finding out Chan was a supernatural being like yourself made you feel closer to him in a way. You stepped forward and embraced him in a hug. Revealing your identity to Chan one day had been a concern of yours, but you knew you couldn't keep it secret forever and would have to be honest with him at some point, but now that you knew he was like you, you were relieved—happy.

"I still love you, y'know. Even more so now."

Chan's heart leapt at your words and he wrapped his arms around you, returning the warm embrace. The tension that was in the air just moments earlier had vanished completely and was replaced with a sense of comfort.

No longer would you two have to hide your identities from one another. You could be your true selves now without hiding.

"I love you too." Chan murmured, his palm rubbing up and down your lower back. "So so much."

You hummed softly, nuzzling into the crook of his neck and taking in his scent; a mix of morning dew and musk.

"You smell nice." You breathed.

"Yeah?" A small smile played at the corner of Chan's lips, his heart fluttering.

"Yeah. Comforting."

He closed his eyes and inhaled, taking in your scent which was a pleasant mixture of roses and fresh berries. "You smell nice too."

The both of you stood in each other's embrace for a few moments, relishing in each other's comforting scents and allowing it to overtake your senses.

After some time, you turned your head towards the bathroom mirror you and Chan were stood in front of, catching a glimpse of your reflections.

"Look at us." A small chuckle of amusement shook your shoulders at the sight that was before you. "A werewolf and a vampire."

He tittered at your comment, gazing fondly at the both of you in the mirror, finding that he quite liked how you looked together.

"What a deadly duo." He smirked. "I like that."

You mirrored his amused expression. "I like it too."

He turned to you, his golden eyes taking in your mesmerizing features that seemed even more beguiling now. "What a dangerous and beautiful combo."

A small grin tugged at one side of your mouth. It was true. Two different supernatural creatures together was something else. Your hand came up to caress his cheek, your captivating crimson eyes taking in his subtle wolfish features once again, unable to deny how attractive he was like this. You still couldn't quite wrap your head around all of this, but you truly couldn't be happier.

"Now I know why you're always so warm."

"You noticed?"

"Mhm. Especially tonight. That's why I was cuddled so closely. You were like my own personal heating pad."

"So you were just using me, huh?" He teased with a dimpled grin, his upper and lower canines on display.

"Hey. I may be a vampire, but I get cold sometimes. Besides, it's not my fault you feel so nice and cozy."

A breathy chuckle left his nostrils in response.

"Well, I guess I don't mind being your portable heater."

The light laughter you shared died down as you thought about what Chan went through just moments ago, transforming against his will.

"How are you feeling?" You asked him, delivering a gentle caress to his back. "Do you feel well enough to get back to our movie night?"

"Yeah." He nodded. "Doing something calming is a good idea. When I'm like this I get these urges to go run around in the woods to blow off steam and hunt, but I don't wanna do that. I wanna stay with you." He nuzzled his nose against your jaw, making you chuckle softly at the slight tickling sensation that followed.

"Alright then. Let's get back to it." You took his hand and led him back into the living room where you reclaimed your spots on the couch. The movie on the screen was resumed, though you weren't paying much attention to it due to the questions that lingered in your mind. Questions relating to your boyfriend and his not-so-secret identity.

"So, how long does this last? A few hours or until the sun rises?" You inquired.

Being a vampire, you knew about werewolves and their transformations during each full moon, but you never knew the details of it.

"Until the sun rises." He responded. "I'll be back to normal by morning."

You hummed, nodding as you took in the information. "I can stay up all night if you need me to."

Chan looked up at you, his golden irises glimmering like those of a puppy. "You'd do that for me?"

"Of course I would. Besides, it won't hurt me if I don't sleep. I'd much rather stay awake and keep an eye on you until I know you're relaxed."

His expression softened and you could hear his heart thudding faster in his chest.

"Thank you, love."

"You're welcome." You pulled Chan closer so he was resting against your chest, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. He let out a soft hum, leaning further into you. The warmth he emanated was felt even through the fabric your shirt, seeping into your skin. You brought a hand up and caressed Chan's hair, absentmindedly playing with his soft curls as you watched the movie. Another hum of contentment vibrated against you as your digits twirled strands of his brown hair. A calm like he's never felt before settled over Chan like a cozy blanket at the gentle actions. Those urges he mentioned earlier were fading away, slowly being replaced by the need to be close to you. While there was a tinge of animosity between most vampires and werewolves, Chan couldn't possibly feel that way with you. Most of his kind would be tense around a vampire but he was the complete opposite. Your presence soothed him and calmed those animalistic urges within.

Your red eyes moved from the TV screen down to your cuddly boyfriend whose eyes were closed.

"You sleepy?" You inquired softly, tracing the shape of his pointed ear.

"Mhm." He hummed. "You think we could stay like this until I fall asleep?"

Your heart softened at his sweet request. "Of course we can, bub."

Bub. It was a nickname you often used with Chan during moments like these where he was being a big cuddle bug.

He sighed softly at your gentle caresses, snuggling further into your lap like an overgrown puppy and it had your heart swelling with immense adoration. As you sat there with the movie long forgotten, your focus solely on your boyfriend, your own eyes started to feel heavy. The coziness of the situation was relaxing you to the point of slumber, your eyelids drooping little by little until you dozed off.

The sun's morning rays seeped into the window of Chan's living room, light spilling into the area stirring you awake. You winced, not being a big fan of the offensive light of the outdoors due to your vampiric nature. However, that mild discomfort was quickly pushed aside as you caught sight of your snoozing boyfriend sleeping peacefully on your chest. It appeared you two had shifted during your slumber and you no longer sitting upright, now stretched across the couch with Chan laid on you.

The sight caused a smile of adoration to pull at your lips, your hand moving to card through his curly locks. He hummed softly in his slumber, his eyes moving around behind his lids. It eased your mind to see Chan resting so peacefully, now back to his usual appearance. Though, you couldn't deny he looked rather attractive the previous night in his werewolf form.

Chan's eyelids fluttered open and he squinted a bit at the sunlight coating the room, grumbling softly.

"Morning, sleepyhead." You greeted in a soft whisper.

He chuckled drowsily. "Morning. How'd you sleep?"

"I slept well. You?"

"Really good." He hummed, nuzzling into you. "Thank you for being with me last night. Your presence was calming. I've never felt that way during a full moon."

Your heart swelled at his words and you were certain he could hear it thumping loud and clear with his werewolf senses.

"I can't tell you how happy that makes me."

Your gaze moved to the window where the sunlight filtered in, a thought crossing your mind.

"I'd like to be here with you every full moon. Or whenever you need me. That way you don't feel so alone and maybe my presence can help your transformations easier." You spoke aloud.

That offer alone made Chan feel overwhelmed with love and adoration for you. It was wish a small thing but it meant the world to him.

"I would really like that." He spoke softly, his sleepy voice muffled slightly due to his face being pressed against your chest.

"Then it's settled. I'll keep a close eye on my calendar and I'll be here every time. I promise."

The atmosphere was comfortable and cozy, so you and Chan stayed where you were, latched to one another, basking in the warm glow of the sun and the comfort of each other's embrace. After a few minutes of bliss, you got to your feet and stretched.

"I should probably head home. I need to shower and change clothes."

"It probably wouldn't be a bad idea for me to do the same." He huffed out a soft laugh, hooking his arm around your waist and pulling you into a hug. "Thanks again for staying."

"Of course." You pressed a soft kiss to his temple. "I'm here for you always."

With that, you saw yourself out and headed home.

In the following weeks, you and Chan visited each other and called or texted when you were apart, going about your lives as usual. There was an obvious shift in your relationship since the night your secrets were exposed. Your bond had become stronger and in turn, you'd both gotten closer emotionally.

Before you knew it, it was time for the next full moon and you were at Chan's house just like you promised, having been keeping track of the days. The front door swung open to reveal an already smiling Chan, who more than likely sensed your presence before your knuckles even hit the wood of the door.

Immediately, you were pulled into a warm hug, his nose nuzzling into your hair affectionately.

"Hey, sweet thing." He greeted, his breath fanning your ear and making you shiver.

"Hi, darling. I missed you."

"I missed you too."

You stayed locked in Chan's embrace as he pulled you inside, kicking the front door shut, not daring to let go.

"What are your plans for tonight?" You asked him, allowing your clingy boyfriend to guide you towards his room.

"I'd just like to lie down with you and cuddle if that's alright."

"Of course it is."

Chan dropped down onto the bed, taking your hand and pulling you down with him, his arms snaking around your waist, making you giggle lightly.

"So clingy." You teased.

"Can't help it." He murmured, pressing his nose in the crook of your neck. "I just love you so much and having you here tonight means a lot to me."

Your heart melted at his words and you found yourself holding him tighter, turning your head just enough to press a kiss to the tip of his pretty nose.

"I can't imagine having to go through this alone without someone by your side."

"You get used to it."

"Yeah, but I would've been here for you if I'd known."

You and Chan were best friends before you started dating and to even think about him being forced to shift and not have someone to keep him calm made your chest hurt.

As if he could sense your sadness, he lifted his head, his brown eyes starting into your e/c one's.

"You're here now. That's all that matters."

His words brought a comforting smile to your face.

"Right." You nodded, resting back against a stack of pillows on Chan's bed. "When does your transformation usually take place?"

"Midnight."

Glancing at the digital clock on the nightstand, you took note of the hour. 11:00 PM. One hour.

You passed the time by talking with Chan about his life as a werewolf, letting him share stories that he used to keep a secret. In turn, you shared your own experiences about yourself and it felt good, not only to be able to talk about these things so openly, but for there to no longer be anything hidden between the two of you. You laid there with him while keeping an eye on the time, watching as the minutes ticked away and it neared midnight.

"How are you feeling, my love?" You asked him, playing with his curls.

"I'm alright for now." He raised his head to glance at the clock.

11:50 PM.

"Do you think you could keep holding me when the change starts happening? I think it'll help me stay relaxed."

"Of course." Your thumb traced his cheek lovingly, taking in his features that were uniquely him.

The next ten minutes passed by in a blur and Chan gave a glance at the clock that now displayed 12:00 AM.

"It's time." He noted aloud, his body tensing.

"It's alright." You soothed, rubbing up and down his arm. "I'm here."

He let out a breath, nodding his head. As if on cue, his nails began to lengthen, growing into pointed claws. The sight didn't startle you in the slightest, in fact it was quite the opposite. You were entranced, watching as his brown irises swirled with a golden hue that overtook his natural eye color. Chan breathed through the whole transformation and allowed his ears to extend, coming to a point at the tips, his fangs elongating while you caressed his arm, melting away the tenseness in his muscles.

"There he is." You smiled softly, cupping his cheek as he looked up at you. "You made it through."

The clock was at 12:02 AM, the transformation process being quick and easy thanks to your presence.

"Thanks to you. Things were much easier this time. I hope you know how much I appreciate you doing this for me."

"I do and I'm glad I could bring you some comfort." You smiled softly. "So how are you feeling? Any urges to go hunt?" You asked him, playing with his hand and admiring his long claws.

"None. I'm feeling very at ease." He shook his head. "You seem pretty fascinated with my nails."

"They're pretty."

"Pretty dangerous if you ask me." He chuckled.

"They may be dangerous, but I'm not scared. They'd never cause me any harm."

"Of course not. Your safety is my top priority. I'll always protect you."

Your heart softened at his vow to keep you safe. Though he knew you were a vampire and could handle yourself, he still wanted to protect you and that meant the world to you.

"I know you're the one protecting me, but if ever there's a time where you need protection, I'll give it to you."

Chan lifted his head to gaze at you with a loving expression. "Thank you, sweetness."

Your hand released his, moving to cup his cheek, entranced by his supernatural features.

"Can I confess something?"

"Yes."

"I think you look hot when you're wolfed out."

An amused smirk played at Chan's pillowy lips. "Is that so?"

You bit your lip, nodding.

"Well, I think you look hot when you're all vamped out."

Just to be cheeky, you let your eyes flash red.

His expression shifted into something more sinister when you did that, a spark of something primal igniting within him.

"Go on, sweet thing." He encouraged.

At his sultry words, you revealed your true form to him and he couldn't help but think you looked even more enchanting now than you did the last time.

"Exactly like that." Chan growled out, leaning forward to press his lips to yours.

A small noise left the back of your throat at the force behind the kiss, your arms wrapping around his broad frame and pulling him closer.

Chan grunted softly against your lips, anchoring his knees into the mattress to hover over you, one of his clawed hands cupping your cheek while the other helped to keep him propped up. Your fingers slid into his curly locks, unintentionally brushing the tips of his pointed ears which sent a shiver down his spine.

"I love you so much." He spoke breathlessly between kisses.

"I love you too." The words were returned almost immediately.

Your closed eyelids fluttered at the sensation of his plump lips encasing yours, your fingers curling to grab a handful of his hair to ground yourself. A rough sound left the back of Chan's throat in response and the pace of the kiss picked up, his fangs clashing and clicking against yours amidst your heated lip-lock. There was something so passionate and perhaps animalistic about the whole situation that had your head spinning, and having Chan's earthy musky scent filling your nostrils wasn't helping in the slightest.

The full moonlight cascaded in from Chan's bedroom window, casting a pale glow on the both of you tangled together on his bed. There was something so romantic about it, kissing under the bright beam of the moon. It was fitting, especially for two creatures of the night like yourselves.

Chan parted ways, resting his forehead against yours while panting heavily in order to catch his breath. His tongue darted out to lick over his swollen lips, savoring the taste of you that lingered on them. Your fingers ran lazily through his hair as you gazed up at him adoringly.

"I have a new date night idea."

"Do tell." Chan murmured, placing a few kisses down your jawline, nuzzling the tip of his nose just under your ear.

You let out a soft exhale, your eyelids fluttering at the pleasant sensations that rippled down your neck.

"Maybe one night you and I can go running in the woods together, hm?" You suggested.

Chan pulled away a bit, an excited gleam in his golden eyes.

"I think that would be romantic."

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Mutual Understanding 🫂

Part 3

2017

N: Steve? What's gotten into you that I don't like you anymore?!

S: I saw it when we looked at our old photos, Neal. You were almost crying when you saw me...🥺🥺

N: Stevie, well, it's just nostalgia for those years...

S: Neal, be honest! I don't want to pat myself on the back, but it's clear I was much more attractive back then. I know very well that you loved my hair and that you were a little disappointed when I cut it...

N: Steve, what's your point?

S: Well, if I have to lose weight to get back in shape or let my hair grow, tell me. I just want to please you again...

N: Steve, listen, you've changed, sure, but those years are in the past. I've loved you since you were 28, and I love you now, 40 years older...

You're still beautiful in my eyes, forever, darling...

S: Do you really mean that?

N: Of course, and I haven't aged any better than you...

S: You've always been better than me anyway...😅

N: 😂🥹

These words at least reassure Steve about his appearance. He felt stupid for believing that his beloved no longer liked him, and Neal was right; he too had aged, but better than Steve...

Once this anxiety was put aside, Steve and Neal took a break from their intimate relationship. Neal wanted time, and Steve, in love, wanted to give him space to rekindle his laziness...

Neal, worried about his sex life, decided to see his doctor...

Dr.: Mr. Schon, what you're describing is a normal phenomenon in men between 45 and 55, generally...

N: What is it?

Dr.: These are all signs of andropause. You've gained weight, an abdominal mass, and your erectile dysfunction are proof of this...

But that's normal, and yours is coming on quite late...

N: I understand better, so thank you, doctor...

He didn't want to talk to Steve about it for now while he digested the information...

Then, after two weeks, Michaele appeared again, more radiant than ever. She continued to congratulate Neal backstage every night, but the friendly touches visibly turned into flirting...

Steve began to worry again, not seeing this "friendship" in a very positive light...

Unfortunately, someone else eventually realized the weight of the situation...

Arnel was close to the couple, to Neal as guitarist and bandleader, and to Steve, who had welcomed him warmly upon his arrival and taken him under his wing...

Arnel considered Steve his mentor, and they became close friends over time...

Steve was present at all the Californian dates, as was Michaele...

A: Hey Steve, how are you? Nice to see you home...

S: Arnel!!! I'm fine...

Thank you, you were really on fire...

A: Hahaha, thanks!

But tell me? You're tired...

S: Oooh, you know, old age really isn't much...

A: Hmm... If you say so, I think it seems deeper...

Arnel noticed Steve looking at Neal from afar...

A: Is everything going well with Neal?

S: Uh, yeah, wonderfully, why?

Arnel noticed the blonde's insistent presence at Neal's side...

A: I don't know...

Probably a hunch...

I don't want this to hurt your feelings. Take care of yourself, man, and I'll be here for you if you need a shoulder to lean on, you know that...

S: Thanks so much, man, for being here...

A: You're welcome...

Now I'm going back, the encores can't wait, you know that better than I do...

S: Get your audience fired up then...😂

Once they got home, Neal fell asleep quickly, unlike Steve, who was still thinking about what Arnel had told him...

He then decided to call him; it wasn't that late after the concert, he probably wasn't asleep yet...

He grabbed his cell phone and went out into the garden...

A: Hello?

S: Arnel, it's Steve, am I bothering you?

A: No, tell me everything?

S: Well, I've been thinking about what you told me, and it's true that I'm worried about Neal and that woman...

A: My instincts are never wrong...

S: I have a favor to ask you...

A: I'm listening...

S: I don't like it, but can you keep an eye on Neal for me when he's with her?

They had an affair a long time ago, and I think she's not just coming back as friends...

A: Count on me, I'll try to be discreet...

S: Thanks, I'd appreciate it, man...

A: I don't expect anything in return, Steve, you're my friend...

S: I care...

A: Whatever you want...

S: Perfect, get some rest...

Steve hung up and went back to bed, without even waking Neal...

He wasn't proud of his plan, but that damn woman was already taking up too much of his thoughts...

The next day, Shamila called Steve to thank him for the vacation with her boys...

S: Yes?

Sh: Hi Dad! How are you?

S: Hi darling, good and you?

Sh: Very good, thank you...

I was calling to thank you. The boys really loved spending their vacation with you. They can't wait to do it again, if you're up for it, of course...

S: Shamila, of course I want to, and Neal will be delighted to have them again, like every year, you know that, haha...

But Shamila wasn't fooled and heard Steve's sad tone, betraying him...

Sh: Dad? Your voice sounds strange, are you sure everything's okay?

S: You're definitely the second person to ask me that since yesterday...

Sh: Oooh, really? You look sad, I think. Aren't you sick?

S: No,sweety...

Sh: Is everything okay with Neal?

S: Uh, yes, better than ever...

Of course, he wanted to spare his daughter the details of their compromised intimacy...

However, Shamila pretended to believe him so as not to disturb him...

She also told him she was here if he wanted to talk...

Then she hung up...

The days passed, and Arnel gave Steve a short daily update on Neal's situation...

Nothing to report yet...

Until that fateful day when Arnel thought he was seeing too much...

Michaele now showed her true affection...

Ever since Neal ended their brief affair to find Steve, the blonde hasn't stopped thinking about him...

She was crazy about him, to tell the truth, and even Neal's new appearance didn't repel her...

She then began a seduction ritual, clearly thinking that Neal loved her back... Arnel watched the scene from afar. She began by wanting to take his hand, which Neal pushed away...

Then she pretended to stumble, he politely caught her, straightening her up...

Arnel acted relieved until...

Without hesitation, she ended up kissing him, and Neal, paralyzed, took a long time to push her away...

Arneal was shocked and sad for Steve, not not wanting to see more...

The singer shares his new report with Steve, who was waiting for him at home that same evening...

N: Good evening, honey...

S: NEAL!!! Don't play innocent...

You obviously had a good time with her!!!??

N: Her??? But who!!!

S: Michaele!!! I know she kissed you!

N: Steve! What, were you spying on me?

But I...

S: That's not the point, don't deny it, Neal. If you want to get back together with her, I'll leave this house tonight and you'll never see me again...

N: Nothing happened, she kissed me, but I pushed her away...

I... You're the only one for me, Steve!!! Believe me...

S: No!!! Go back to her, I know she makes you hard, unlike me.

N: Steve, that's not true...

S: Of course she does... anyway, nothing's right anymore, you haven't loved me for a long time now...

N: Steve, how can you say that!!!

S: You've always preferred women like her, that's why I don't work anymore!!!

N: STEEEEVE THAT'S ENOUGH NOW!!!

I'M HAVING ERECTION PROBLEMS, DAMMIT THAT’S WHY I CAN’T GET HARD!!

S: What?

N: It's andropause, I saw the doctor...

S: But Neal? Why didn't you tell me before, I...

N: You what!!! You only focused on your own frustration without even thinking about how I felt about not being able to make love to you like I used to. I'm suffering, Steve, so much...

S: Neal!...

N: And now you dare accuse me of cheating!!! Don't be hallucinating, Steve, that's how you see me. I, who always welcomed you into my life with open arms as soon as you supposedly felt ready to enter, then left out of fear, do you think I didn't suffer too, damn it...

Yes, I had an affair with her...

But you and I, it's pure love, and you dare pretend otherwise!

Who the hell do you think you are? I don't recognize the man I fell in love with, honestly...

S: Neal...

For the first time in years, Neal cried, and Steve regretted his thoughts...

Neal was clearly suffering from this awkward situation...

[mangaka-neko-chan]

I'd like to know more about Moggy and Harald! What made them realize they liked the other, and how did that confession happen? I did see you said on one of your comics that you may or may not share the story up to the confession as it was a long process, so if you'd prefer to not share, that's fine lol c:

Oh I am absolutely down to share some details. I'm mostly withholding information outside of asks because I might draw about it. But it's actually very easy to convince me to share OC lore, haha. And I am super duper happy whenever someone asks about the two~

Moggy and Harald took a while to realize they like each other and then another while to confess. They are Zealot and Psyker, natural enemies on the Mourningstar. Harald absolutely hates Zealotry and Moggy was very crowded by the other Zealots in the squad who saw Harald as no good. On top of that, Moggy has had NO relationship experience up until this point and Harald has gotten very very closed off from other people.

What caught their interest in each other at first was very simply put physicality and combat skill. Moggy is very impressive in combat and unstoppable in a fight while Harald can do some serious and impressive damage with his Psyker powers. Moggy was the first to admire Harald's flashy kills. She has always been curious, brought up more open minded and entered Zealotry pretty late so her stance towards Psykers was more of cautious curiosity. Her to her unknown latent Psyker abilities perhaps drawing her to them as well. And even simpler for Harald, tho he saw Moggy as an absolute airhead, he had to admit that Moggy was cute, strong and good looking.

The attraction ran deeper as they were ordered to be on more missions together. Moggy couldn't resist laughing along Harald's jokes and wit. They would often end up debating (or rather arguing) as well, trying to question each others world view or faith. Harald noticed that unlike the other Zealots, Moggy would actually consider what he said and he found himself doing the same.

Furthermore Moggy's wears her heart on her sleeve, it is very easy to read her mind and feelings, sth that Harald excels at. So he did catch that she had feelings hinting towards interest but Moggy goes through 50 billion emotions per second especially with the fact that she's inexperienced in love and supposed to avoid him, so it was very confusing for him to pick up what exactly she was feeling towards him. She was just as confused. And because Harald lacks tact and results to snarky behaviour as a defense mechanism as well as Moggy being a stubborn hot-head, whenever they could have a moment it resulted in someone storming off. But this strange circumstance brought Harald a sensation he thought long forgotten. He could share Moggy's excitement and happiness. Her alive and bright perspective lightened up his life.

The moment they realized beginning feelings in each other was the moment they opened up to each other about their past. Both initially viewed the other in arrogance and with prejudice but both of them also suffered numerous losses in their lives and sharing what they went through until now brought perspective and understanding. It showed them that they were more alike than they thought. It brought them closer. They began treating each other with more openess and respect, protecting each other, working together.

From then on it was two idiots trying to navigate their feelings. One absolutey inexperienced, the other trying very hard to deny true emotions. If at all, their emotions became more complex to deal with to them. And then there was public expectation of them remaining apart. Long story short, it was absolute "youthful" hilarity between them until the final moment that they realized that any day they could loose the other forever. They finally confessed to each other, a storm of feelings figuratively and literally shared between them. The most exhilarating experience. A deep happiness about mutual feelings.

I will draw some of these mentioned moments and more over time :3

[anordinarymuse]

OMG thank you soooooo much❤️❤️❤️... I'm a sucker for angst and I know you'll be real busy but can I get a SUPER LONG ANNSTY FIC? like real long.... And the fix you wrote for my previous request was❤️❤️❤️

i’m so sorry i’ve been meaning to get to this but i’ve been so busy but here you goooo

get out I.

Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

Summary : request

Word Count : 471

Warnings : bf/gf roles; toxic sirius-ish (?); swearing; cheating; mention of food; unedited.

A/N : i wish this had been better rip

get out II.

get out III.

the masterlist.

request here.

You leaned against the wall near the portrait that led to the Gryffindor Tower. Tapping your foot you waited for Sirius to appear. You debated just going inside and looking for him yourself but by the time you’d decided what to do, the portrait opened and Sirius popped out.

“What took forever?” You asked.

“I just forgot, didn’t mean to take that long,” he shrugged while giving you his famous Sirius smirk. “Don’t tell me you were going to leave.”

“Only if you took too long.”

“So, I’m not worth waiting for?” Sirius asked, his smirk wiping clean and gaze shadowing and hardening.

“That’s- that’s not what I said at all,” you replied, taken aback.

“C’mon Y/N, let’s not ruin the mood,” Sirius said evenly, though his fixed gaze remained shadowed.

“What-“

“We don’t want to be late for dinner,” Sirius turned his heel as he spoke, you had to run to catch up with him.

“Is something wrong, Sirius?”

“I’m fine, Y/N,” he replied evenly, reaching for your hand in comfort.

The longer he held your hand the more caught you felt.

During dinner Sirius sat beside you per usual, but he barely talked to you. You bit your lip as you felt like an outsider at your own table. Sirius made jokes, spoke, and laughed with everyone. Everyone but you.

“Where were you during Runes, Marlene?” You asked.

“Skipped,” she smirked before taking a big bite of mashed potatoes.

As you absentmindedly stared at Marlene eating her food, you realized she was fawning over someone, and that someone was smirking right back at her.

Sirius.

The longer you stared the more that became revealed.

Messy hair.

Swollen lips.

Hickies.

"Y/N? Are you ok?" Marlene asked, snapping you out from your head.

You blinked at her dumbly before you furrowed your brows, "You bitch."

"What-"

Before she had the time to explain herself you flew up from your seat, running to your dorm. Tears stung your cheeks as they bled into your sheets. And a knock on the door was what had you wiping the tears away with the back of your hand.

"I'm sorry," Sirius whispered as he walked awkwardly into the room.

"Just get out," you snapped, feeling even more frustrated as Sirius refused to look you in the eye.

"No, I need to explain," Sirius mumbled. "It's my fault. Don't be mad at Marlene, she didn't do anything. I don't- Well- I just- A real relationship is too much for me- you know how I am- and Marlene- with Marlene it was easier and-"

"JUST SHUT UP!" You screamed, watching as SIrius flinched at the volume of your voice, and you felt sorry, you did, just not enough. "Don't tell me how much better it is with Marlene, Sirius., Just get out."

"But, Y/N, I-"

"Get out."

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[asktherejectsau]

🍊🎱 Exclusive interview with co-producer and songwriter of The Rejects, and former Gorillaz lead singer — Stuart “2-D” Pot 🎱🍊

Interviewer: Hi, 2-D. How‘ve you been holding up?

2-D: Mmm, alright now I think.

I: Oh, did something happen earlier?

2-D: Yeah, I was feeling a little peeved today since I spilled some raspberry tea on my good pair of pants this morning. They were pretty fancy too. Wish you could’ve seen ’em. They had these little hearts and stuff on ’em and they were really cute.

I: Oh. Well, uh, I’m sorry that happened—

2-D: I managed to throw ’em in the wash today. Hopefully, it’ll come out. But then I remembered my second best pair of pants, so I’m feeling pretty swell now. Plus I got some new tea to replace the one that was in my last cup. [sips from new coffee cup and sighs happily] This one’s jasmine tea. It’s really good. You wanna try some?

I: I-I’m good, thank you. Anyway, shall we—?

2-D: Oh, almost forgot. These are my new baggy flannel pants. I got ’em from a thrift store out in Holland one time and—

I: [clears throat]

2-D: O-Oh, right. The interview. [hums awkwardly while twiddling his thumbs] Sorry, I haven’t done one of these in a while.

I: It’s okay. We just need to get a move on. So, 2-D, aside from today, how have things been? You’ve been awfully quiet over the past few months since your departure from Gorillaz.

2-D: Yeah… I’ve been trying to avoid talking on social media for a while since I’ve left. Although, I dunno if I’d call it leaving but more, like, taking a break. I’ve just been trying to find out who I really am, yeah? I realized through working on The Now Now that I want to do something more than just Gorillaz my whole life. I wanna grow and change and develop something for myself. Like the potato that’s currently sprouting on my windowsill at the moment. His name is George. Him aside, I feel like I’ve been stuck in one place for while. Just stagnant, unmoving. That’s why I stopped using social media all together and so far it’s been such a weight off my mind. Same thing with Gorillaz. It’s not that I’m unhappy from all my time with Gorillaz, their like… my blood, ya know? My family. But… I dunno. It’s… [fidgets in seat] It’s like when you eat the same meal everyday for a few months and then you start thinking, “This isn’t really working for me like it used to. It still tastes good but now I want something different.” I think me being with The Rejects is what’s gonna help me find, err… well… “me” right now. I’m not gonna be gone from Gorillaz forever but I just need something different, keep things fresh.

(Picture of 2-D with Gorillaz in late 2018)

I: Hmm… I see. Speaking of your former bandmates, do you still keep in touch with them even with your hiatus?

2-D: Oh yeah, loads. I try to talk with ‘em every chance I get. Just last week, Noodle and I FaceTimed each other and she showed me Katsu patting Russel’s stomach with her paws, like she was making a loaf of bread off of him for ten minutes while he laid asleep on the couch. It was amusing for the first five minutes, then it became a betting match to see how long she’d do that before he woke up.

I: What about Murdoc? Any updates from him?

2-D: [taps his coffee cup uncomfortably] He’s fine, p-probably… Um, what’s the next question?

I: Oh, sorry. Err… How did you first meet the Rejects?

2-D: Well, I already knew most of them from the get go. That being Ace and Cyb — I mean, Cynthia. Still gotta get used to that… Uh, the only person I hadn’t met before was Lenny. All I can really say about him is that he’s a really chill guy. Very sociable and surprisingly, a lot younger than I was expecting. He like Phil Collins and the Blue Men Group into one, he’s pretty great. As for how we all came together, it wasn’t too long after I began my hiatus actually. I think it was like, I dunno, two weeks after I took off? I stayed at a Marriott in LA for a bit and one day I came into this gas station to grab a couple snacks for the ride out to Ottawa ‘til I heard somebody shout out my name. I got kinda scared at first ‘cause, well, [runs a hand through his hair] the reason why I got this shaved cut was so I couldn’t be recognized as easily. Besides, last time I visited LA, I blended in pretty well. Well as long as you looked at me from behind, that is. [humming laughter] But then I saw it was Ace calling out for me. I was so stoked to see him again. We talked for a bit, hung out at his place, had a few drinks, I tried weed brownies for the first time and uh… I ended up spending the night with him. Then I found out that Cynthia was his roommate after she hit me head with one of her cables to wake me up from the floor. I was quite surprised to see her, I mean, by what Murdoc told me, I thought she was gone. Like poof! Gone like my socks in the dryer. But, y’know… I was happy to see her. Really, I was. That might sound weird to you, and… I-I’m assuming you already know what happened to me on that beach. [laughs awkwardly] But I was real worried ‘bout what could’ve happened to her. I know she wasn’t like the original Noods and she went kind of coocoo after getting that bullet through the head, but I don’t think what happened to me was her fault. I think we’re both victims really and it wouldn’t have been right for me to hold any ill will towards now her when… i-it wasn’t her choice to do the things she did. At least, I don’t think it was. But, um, anyway… I ended up crashing at Ace’s place for longer than I would’ve liked but after a bit, me and Cynthia reconciled, she introduced me to her band and the new stuff she was working on and from there I’ve been hooked.

I: Wow, that’s… oddly very touching. Thank you for sharing something so personal with us.

2-D: Um yeah. I dunno what I did but, no problem?

I: That being said, when talking about self-discovery, I also I hear you talking about Ace a lot. Some fans are wondering, are the two of you perhaps “involved?”

2-D: What do you mean?

I: Are you dating?

2-D: Oh! Y-Yeah, you can say that… [giggles]

I: Oh wow! Good for you. How long have you guys been together?

2-D: I’d say… four? I: Four what? 2-D: Yes. I: No, uh… have you two been together for four days? Months? 2-D: No, I’d say we’ve been dating for five months now.

I: I… Okay, how or when did you both decide to—?

2-D: It was a bit spontaneous. Well, kind of… [hums softly] See, we really hit it off when he joined Gorillaz back in 2018 but I was still figuring myself out back then so I waited until I was sure and now… uh, we decided that now it was probably the right time. [chuckles] It’s funny, yeah? I’ve never felt so happy before. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever fallen this hard for someone in a really long time. Well, except for that one lady that turned out to be a coat rack, but I think I just really needed new contacts. I used to be so scared of what would happen to me once I came out but y’know, I’m glad that I get to live in a time where people can feel free to love who they want without fear. Only determination to love and be themselves with their whole chest. There’s still a whole lot of work to do but I say it’s better for everyone if we keep moving forward. Going backwards doesn’t help anyone improve. Anyway, I also got to say, it’s very refreshing to have someone that truly loves and respects you for the way you are; all flaws included, no strings attached… [sighs] I think it’s safe to say I’m in complete bliss.

(Picture of 2-D and Ace in Little Tokyo, Townsville)

I: How would you describe Ace as a partner?

2-D: Umm… not much has changed between us since we’ve started dating actually. He’s a bit more clingy than he used to be, but I mean that in a good way. Anytime I’m sitting down doing something, he’ll wrap his arms around me and ask what I’m doing, or he’ll give me a peck on the head whenever he brings me a cup of tea… He’s a teddy bear, really. Very physically affectionate, always gentle with his movements, and has surprisingly soft, supple hands. Oh, oh! [moves in his seat excitedly] I found out he likes doing this thing whenever we’re out in public. Recently we’ve been doing these little play fights. Usually he’ll make this little karate chop motion against my neck or my arms, and then I push it away and soon we’ll start this war with our arms, hands, and sometimes feet just blocking each other’s moves while making our own sound effects like it’s our own kind of action movie. That happened one time while we were ordering food at the plaza last week and this time I won by grabbing his wrists and pulling him towards me so I could kiss his forehead and oh my god, he was such a mess! [laughs] H-He wouldn’t even look at me without acting like he was gonna melt. [snorts] Ugh, you should’ve seen him! It was so adorable. Almost acted like a toddler, all giggly and following me about whenever I moved. He practically clung onto me the entire night afterwards.

I: Ah, the honeymoon phase… Well, we could go on about your relationship with Ace but we need to get back on track. Tell us, what’s it like not being the lead vocalist for once?

2-D: Again, pretty refreshing. I get to work more on my skills as a producer and making music that I’m proud of. I feel like a little kid playing keyboards with my dad again with all this new equipment we’ve got now. Been working on some pretty banger stuff with the band so far and I can’t wait for people to hear it some time soon.

I: What are you most excited for people to listen to?

2-D: Well we are coming out with an EP at some point this year but before that comes out, we did put out a single. It’s one of the first songs I worked on with the Rejects and it’s called “LOVEBUG!!” It’s definitely more of an experimental track, especially compared to both me and the band’s past work, but I loved messing around with all of the soft synths and 808s in this one. Lenny absolutely crushed it with the drums and I think it suits Cynthia’s voice really well! Although, the more I think about it, I sometimes think she sounds a lot like someone else I’ve heard lately. Well, either way, I just hope people end up liking the song just as much as I did making it. [hums happily]

(LOVEBUG!! Promo Cover)

I: Good to know. How would you describe your experience working with the Rejects so far?

2-D: Quite tame. We all tend to be quite amicable with one another and we don’t fight as much compared to when I would record back at Kong. We really let our ideas bounce off each other like ping pong balls and when one of us comes up with a good line or segment, we all get excited. I haven’t felt like that before. That’s not to say I didn’t have that same feeling with Gorillaz before I took a break but the energy between us and the energy I get when working with the Rejects isn’t really up for comparison, y’know what I mean? Gorillaz is, uh… more of a family dynamic. A chaotic one but a found family, right? Whereas with the Rejects, we don’t see each other as collaborators but as a group of friends and I think that’s a neat little thing we made for ourselves. When dealing with the high that comes from being famous, everything around you just happens all at once and soon you forget what it’s like to breathe. I’ve been stuck in that world for 22 years, but after taking this break and later joining the Rejects, I’ve learned how to appreciate the little things again and I’m excited to see what life has to offer me.

I: How would you describe your current bandmates?

2-D: Cynthia is quite the natural born leader and she seems to really know her stuff. She can be a bit stubborn at times whenever we start composing things but she hasn’t done anything too extreme. I think that just shows more of her fiery personality. Not too surprising, given who made her but already I can tell you, she’s much better than that old sod. At least she actually treats me like a person and doesn’t try to… S-Sorry, I’m going too off topic, aren’t I? [clears throat] Um… Where was I again? Ah, right. Bandmates, yeah... Cynthia, to me is, uh, very determined and always willing to tackle a lots of ideas at once. She’s a perfectionist for sure but sometimes, I worry about her short circuiting with how much time she spends writing one song. You already know how I feel about Ace but Lenny on the other hand is quite the interesting guy. Reminds me of Russel in some ways but I wish I could understand him more. I don’t know sign language so we just write and text stuff to one another. Apparently he likes painting and sculpting things out of clay so one time I tried to make him something but I think I ended up making a creature that looks like it wants to die but Lenny still keeps it on his shelf so I guess it’s not too bad.

I: Alright, I think that’s all the time we have for today. Do you have anything else to say before we go?

2-D: Um, yeah, uh… do you know where the nearest toilet is? I’ve been holding it in since I got here.

I: I… [sighs] It should be on the 2nd floor to your right.

2-D: Cool, thanks. [gets up to leave before nearly tripping over his untied shoelaces]

I: Your shoes are untied.

2-D: [in the distance] I don’t know how to tie them!

I: Err… Well, stay tuned until next time where we interview the Rejects’ bassist, Ace D. Copular and talk about his journey from reality TV actor to aspiring musician.

[chefdoeuvre]

Aftermath

Jay Halstead

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Sister!Reader

Description: People always tend to forget about the aftermath.

Words: 2,122

Requested: yes by anonymous; second, if it's ok i wanted to request a part two to the imagine? i was wondering if you could just explore the aftermath of her assault, as she continues to heal and accept what's happened to her. by this i mean experiencing ptsd and having nightmares, flashbacks and dealing with certain triggers. also, maybe she could still sometimes turn to substances as many survivors do, and just break down sometimes. obviously since it's a halstead sister fic and i love the support system in the last story, i'd love to see jay helping her through everything and being super protective + some scenes with the rest of intelligence? but it's obviously up to you. thank you so much <3

Warnings: mention of drinking, sexual assault, drugs, language, PTSD, Jay Halstead and all of Intelligence being the best.

A/N: This is the long awaited part two to Infliction, and by long-awaited I mean like a month later. I tried to make the end light hearted because it seemed like a good way to go. I apologize in advance for any grammatical errors.

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It had been a few weeks since the party and things were beginning to look up. You and Brayden started hanging out more and it was safe to say the two of you were on your way to becoming best friends. The group of guys had all been arrested and sent far away from you. You, Jay, and Will have been having more frequent family movie nights instead of them heading out to Molly's every free night they got. Intelligence had basically adopted you as one of their own and even went out of their way to hang out with you. Kim and Hailey had girls nights away from the ever-annoying guys they work with. Adam and Kevin practically chauffeured you to hangouts with Brayden and took you out to your favorite diner on the weekends. Even Hank had called you once in a while as a check-in and to keep you informed about your case. Overall things seemed to be getting better for you.

Except for one little detail. Your PTSD was hitting you like a truck. Of course, the only person who even remotely knew what was happening was Brayden because he was the one person you spent most of your time with. Thankfully he was there to help ground you and calm you down when it all became too much for you. This wasn't sudden, it's been building up since it happened and clearly you needed to work on accepting it rather than shoving it all down. That's one thing you and Jay had in common, the two of you always had trouble addressing your problems no matter how big they became.

Currently, you were laying in bed and staring up at your ceiling that Jay had covered in stars for you. If there was one thing about you is that you still are a child at heart. You had been shocked awake by your recurring nightmare. It always followed the same premise of the night of the party but every night there were either different people, points of view, or different actions you took that still led you to the same outcome. There were dried tears staining your cheeks that you hadn't bothered to wipe away and every few moments there would be a soft sniffle to break the eerie silence.

Having enough of staring up at your ceiling you let out a low huff and pushed yourself up to a sitting position. You turned to the side and looked at the clock resting on your nightstand. The clock read 4:19 AM which was clearly too early for you to be up but too late for you to try and go back to sleep before Jay's rustling while getting ready would wake you up. Reaching over to open the drawer in your nightstand you checked the small bottle hidden under the glasses case that held your blue light ones. It was three-quarters full of vodka you had inconspicuously stolen from Jay's cabinet. You kept promising yourself that you wouldn't drink anymore, but clearly, that wasn't really panning out in your favor. Sure you would have a swig or two before braving yourself and heading off to school but it was to take the edge off, not to get drunk.

If Jay were to check through your drawer he'd probably think otherwise. You had stopped with the pills since he had found you, but what he doesn't know won't hurt him so you continued to drink. Obviously, it wasn't a lot and definitely not enough to get you drunk off your ass. You just wanted to be buzzed enough to have the courage to walk into your dreaded school every morning and deal with the numerous triggers you kept on discovering.

Eventually, it was time for you actually start getting ready for school. Jay had already left for work a while ago, leaving a kiss on your head before stepping out the door. You pulled on a random outfit that was comfortable and your usual pair of shoes before throwing your backpack over your shoulder and walked downstairs. Deciding against your worst judgment you made the choice to brave the day without the buzz of alcohol. Waiting at the front entrance of your building was Brayden. Like every morning the two of you would walk to school together if Jay had to go into the district early. If Jay only had paperwork that day he would drive the two of you to school instead, but that didn't happen very often.

The two of you walked to school silently, only exchanging a few words of greeting. Once you had made it to the large building you both had to split up for your classes. The day went on like usual, boring teachers droning on about upcoming assignments and tests. Lunch had arrived after what seemed like forever and you sat at an empty table practically half asleep. You held your head in your hand as you kept your eyes from slipping shut at the exhaustion.

"You not feeling too hot there?" One of your classmates from English asked as he passed by.

You froze at the familiar words before shaking yourself out of the memory.

"Fine, just tired." You brushed off their comment as he nodded with an understanding smile before continuing to his table.

Moments later the door opened and you picked your head up reluctantly. It was a few guys on the football team.

"You not feeling too hot there?" One of the seniors asked you.

You simply shook your head which only worsened the pain in it. The boys walked a few steps closer before placing their hands on your shoulders. They shoved you back onto the bed and immediately your body began to react.

You kicked and punched aimlessly to get them off of you but your movements were uncoordinated and your mind was foggy. There were too many of them and they began to overpower you, their hands wandering to unwanted places.

“Y/N?” Brayden’s voice pulled you out of the flashback.

“Huh?” Your teary eyes darted around his face before focusing on his concerned expression.

“Let’s head to the library, all right?” Brayden suggested already standing up from his seat across from you.

You nodded silently before hiking your bag over your shoulder and walked to the library beside him. Luckily at your school, they were lenient enough to let you head to the library during lunch. Usually, the kids didn’t take advantage of it but it was an unspoken spot of peace for you and Brayden.

The two of you sat at a table near the back and Brayden pulled a chair up beside you.

“Want to talk about what happened back at lunch?” Brayden asked softly.

You bit your lip in contemplation. This had been happening for weeks and every time you’d shake your head and change the subject. But the fact was it wasn’t getting better and you just needed to tell somebody that you weren’t okay. A few tears slipped out of your eyes which led to quiet sobs escaping from your lips. Brayden offered you a hug with outstretched arms, making sure to check if you were okay with it. You leaned forward into his embrace and squeezed his waist tightly. He held you there while rubbing soothing circles on your back until your cries stopped. You lifted your head off his chest and wiped away the remained tears on your cheeks before speaking up.

“Uh, flashbacks. I’ve been getting them for a while. I thought they’d go away, but they haven’t.” You explained with a sigh, avoiding his gaze and instead taking interest in your hands.

“Okay first, if they happen again tell me, or pull on my sleeve and I’ll get you somewhere quiet. Got it?” Brayden bent his head to try and get into your eye line.

You nodded your head with a hum before he spoke up again, “since they haven’t gone away maybe you should talk to someone. Preferably a professional, but if you’re only comfortable telling me then I’m all ears. Although, I’m not sure that I can cure you with magic, wish I could though.” Brayden tried to lighten the mood with his magic comment.

“Thanks, Brayden. Jay actually has been bugging me about seeing a therapist. Said it helped him with his PTSD, I think I might take him up on it.” You looked up at the boy with pursed lips.

“That’s good. Just know we’re not trying to force you into anything, we just want you to feel better however long that may take.” Brayden gave you a soft smile.

“You are wise beyond your years, you know that?” You smiled back with a small laugh.

“I try, I try.” Brayden shrugged nonchalantly.

“Can you come with me to the district after school?” You asked cautiously.

“Of course, not like I’d rather do my homework.” Brayden laughed.

“And there’s the Brayden I know.” You smiled widely.

Soon enough you and Brayden had been making your way to the twenty-first district to talk with Jay and probably the rest of Intelligence. The air was lighter between the two of you once you had finally started to open up. Of course, you hadn’t spilled everything but the little you had told him made the weight on your shoulders lessen slightly.

“Ah, baby Halstead and company, what brings you here?” Trudy greeted from the front desk with a tight-lipped smile. Even if she didn’t want to admit it, she had a soft spot for you.

“Can you ring us upstairs? I need to talk with Jay.” You asked.

“You’re lucky they haven’t caught a case today.” Trudy walked out from behind her desk and led you and Brayden upstairs.

“Thank you, Trudy.” You smiled and followed the woman.

“I have a special delivery for Detective Chuckles.” Trudy spoke up once the three of you reached the top of the steps.

Jay’s head snapped up from his desk with a look of confusion when his eyes landed on you. He quickly stood up and scanned you over for anything.

“What happened, are you all right?” Jay cupped your cheek in concern before sparing a glance at Brayden for any sign of something bad.

“I’m okay, I just needed to talk to you.” You reassured him.

“All right. You wanna head into the kitchen?” Jay asked.

“No, we could talk at your desk. They’re all gonna find out anyway.” You gestured to the rest of the unit who was watching the two of you intently.

Jay nodded his head and led you to his desk. You reached out and held onto Brayden’s arm as you pulled him along to take a seat and sit beside you. Of course, at this, the entire unit had gathered around with concerned faces once you started to explain to them. Jay’s expression was held with soft eyes as he listened to you agree with wanting to try therapy and asking for help.

Once you were done Jay stood up and placed a kiss on the top of your head before whispering into your hair, “I’m proud of you.” Jay pulled away to give you a warm smile.

“All right come here you little muffin.” Kim held out her arms with a smile.

You stepped forward into her embrace as she squeezed you tightly, she rocked the two of you from side to side eliciting a small giggle out of you. Hailey joined the hug with a laugh once Kim pulled her by the arm.

Antonio placed a hand on your shoulder once you, Hailey, and Kim pulled away, “I’m proud of you, kiddo.” He offered you a kind nod.

“So proud.” Kevin gave you one of his signature bear hugs.

“Okay, it’s my turn.” Adam squeezed his way to stand in front of you. Which caused everyone to laugh at his eagerness.

“I could never forget about you, Ruz.” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he lifted your toes off the ground.

“Are we done yet? You guys are treating my sister like an attraction.” Jay sassed.

“You’re just mad that you only got to kiss me on the head and not a hug.” You retorted from leaning back into Brayden with a smirk.

“No, not true.” Jay shook his head with furrowed brows.

“Yup, totally jealous.” You nodded convinced.

“How did we go from a serious topic to Halstead and mini Halstead having a sarcasm battle?” Adam questioned with a confused expression.

“I learned to stop questioning it.” Brayden shrugged from behind you.

“It’s how we cope. Halstead thing, I guess.” You said with raised brows.

“Fair enough.” Jay sighed.

[zhongliologist]

Shibari + Zhongli canon compliant nsfw

Pairing: Zhongli x Gender Neutral!reader

Genre: SMUT SMUT SMUT!! 

Words: 3.9k

AN: Hi anon!! Sorry this took a while! THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS ONE!! I’m glad I had experience writing something like this before skajdha I decided I can’t fit this into a small drabble, so here’s like a really long version lmao my two itty bitty braincells are now in no-brain mode, so this might be full of typos or errors. 

*WARNING!! THIS IS PURE SMUT. IF YOU ARE A MINOR, IT IS UPON YOUR DISCRETION. PLEASE READ RESPONSIBLY*

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When Zhongli first heard the word while on a stroll late one night, he had realized that there was indeed an artform he had yet to encounter or at least heard of. His curiosity peaked, it was only a matter of time before he finally had to give in and ask you what it was.

“YN, if I may,” he began, settling the cup of tea to the table. “There is something I wish to know.”

Attention caught, you raised your brows at him—surprised that there was actually something Zhongli has yet to know—as you took a mouthful of wonton noodles.

“Sure, ask away,” you replied, chewing.

“Well, this was several nights ago,” Zhongli recounted, his deep voice serious. “I was passing by a group of shipbuilders and I couldn’t help but over hear their conversation.”

You hummed, prompting him to continue while stuffing another serving of blackened bass in your mouth.

“Their discussion involved an artform popular in Inazuma, and apparently has spread all over Teyvat as well,” he continued. “Unfortunately, I have yet to hear about this certain artform. Could you care enlighten me please?”

Leaning your head to the side, you wondered what it was. There wasn’t any popular art trend nowadays which Zhongli doesn’t know, so you became to grow curious as well.

“Did you catch the name of it?”

Zhongli nodded. “Yes. It’s called shibari.”

You almost choked on the food you were eating.

“Are you sure that’s what you heard?”

“I believe it is what I have heard,” he replied. “Is there something wrong?”

Sighing, you were going to have a lot of trouble explaining it to him. It was painfully obvious how Zhongli is so out of touch from the pleasures of mankind.

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you decided it was best for him to know, before he does something unexpected.

“It’s kind of a sexual play,” you told him, but despite your words, Zhongli only glanced at you, eyes blinking.

Watching him, you noticed he had placed his hand over his chin—a habit he had whenever he was thinking. Whatever comes out of his thoughts, you were beginning to become nervous.

“I see. So, performing art during intercourse…interesting,” he mumbled to himself. “It is not too far off considering the fact that intercourse could also be deemed as a form of art, wherein it takes specialized honed skill to elicit a pleasurable result. To take two art forms and combine them in one act…I am astonished at the inventiveness of man.”

You took a bite from a dumpling, eyes jaded. “It’s not that grand, you know.”

“Now that I am aware of its existence,” Zhongli continued, paying no heed to your comment. “I wish to experience it myself. YN, I must request for your assistance.”

The dumpling you were eating fell back to your plate. “…what?”

“This…this shibari. I wish to partake in this now popular art form,” he repeated, but you only became more flabbergasted.

“Didn’t you hear me say that it’s a sexual play?!”

“I did. That is why it must be you,” Zhongli replied, taking your hand and placing it over his smirking lips. “You are my lover after all.”

Flustered, you had no choice but to agree. You knew of Zhongli’s immense curiosity and nothing is going to stop him from finding out what he wants to find out. Moreover, you wouldn’t really want him to experience it with someone else.

“F-fine,” you conceded, still nervous. “But give me a month to prepare. You should also ready yourself.”

Wondering why he had to wait and ‘ready’ himself, Zhongli leaned his head to the side. “Very well, but why a month?”

You scratched your nape as you averted your gaze somewhere. “I don’t have the right stuff, and I don’t have enough knowledge to do it properly. So give me some time.”

*

It had been a month since that conversation had occurred, and Zhongli began to feel a little bit antsy as the day drew near. It wasn’t common for him to feel this nervous energy, always maintaining his calm and composure. But it was different this time.

Since that discussion with you, you had banned any sort of sexual act from sex to masturbation, all except from small kisses; and as someone who had gotten used to your presence in his arms at night, Zhongli instantly felt withdrawal symptoms cloud his dignified countenance.

Zhongli inhaled sharply as soon as you entered his room, anticipation deeply running in his veins. You took a shower right after him, making him wait and allowing his imagination to run rampant inside his head.

“Sorry, did I make you wait?” you asked, making your way to the bed in nothing but a bathrobe.

“No, it’s alright,” Zhongli replied, his long hair now freely flowing after he had taken off his ponytail when he was taking a shower.

Running your hands through his dark hair, you admired the way they slipped against your skin as if they were made of silk. Absentmindedly, you began to braid his hair in a lose coif, making him relax underneath your touch.

“Um…er…YN, are we going to—”

You hummed, interrupting his words as you smiled. “Eager, aren’t we?”

“I fear that I may longer be able to contain my anticipation,” he confessed, feeling your hands on his back through the thin robe he was wearing.

Grinning, you knelt down and embraced him from the back; giving his temple a small kiss. “It seems like I don’t have to ask you if you’re sure about this.”

Loving how you felt so warm around him, Zhongli smiled as well as he intertwined his fingers between yours. “I do feel nervous, but it was I who wished to know; thus I must see it to the end.”

“Well, that settle’s it then,” you replied as you removed yourself from his shoulders. “Before we start, I need to remind you that we can always stop if you can no longer handle it, ok?”

Zhongli sighed. “I am confident that I can handle something like this.”

“Please stop being so stubborn,” you retorted back, annoyed that he really has to insist he wouldn’t need it. “Since it will take you forever to decide, I’ve picked one for you. It’s Rex Lapis. Say it when it gets too much.”

He scoffed. “You retaliate in the most absurd of ways, yet very well, I’ll keep it mind. Nonetheless, that does not mean I will use it.”

You grinned. “You’ll take that back soon enough.”

As you said those words, you shifted from your seat and faced him; hands cupping his chin. There was a look of surprise in Zhongli’s expression as soon as you tilted his head up to meet your eyes—too slow to react at the situation.

“Now, from here on out, I’m the one in charge. Any misdemeanor will warrant due punishment,” you began, voice firm and authoritative. “Are we clear, Zhongli?”

It took him some time to adjust at the sudden shift in the air; stunned at the tone you were giving him. This was probably the first time he had seen you take the lead, and it might’ve given him some sort of whiplash.

“Answer me,” you demanded, which made him jerk his attention back to you.

“I—uh…yes…”

“Very good.”

Smiling at his response, you removed yourself before him and sat just beside him with an easy expression. “Well then, why don’t you take off that robe? Just the robe though, leave your underwear on.”

Brought on by the awkward situation and the fact that you just ordered him to strip, Zhongli’s face immediately heated up to a few degrees. It was strange that he was feeling it for some reason—was this the actual appeal of the performative art form? Or was this simply one of your whims?

As he removed the silk tie tying his robe shut and slid it on the floor, you instructed him to quietly kneel down on the bed before you; hands neatly placed on top of his lap.

“Y-YN…? What is this…?” he asked, confusion marring his youthful face. It was embarrassing to sit on the bed that way, wearing nothing but his underwear, his dick beginning to form a tent.

Yet you only smiled at him.

“Don’t worry. We’re getting to the actual act,” you replied, crawling towards him before placing your hands on his bare chest. “If you can hold on till then, I might actually award you, you know?”

Leaning down, you immediately captured his lips in a deep kiss, moving softly yet sensually against his. Cupping his cheeks, you pushed your tongue inside and easily played with his. For some reason, this felt way hotter than the kisses you previously shared, with Zhongli unable to keep his hands to himself and began to wrap his arms around your waist.

You broke off the kiss with a click of your tongue; your thumb still on his swollen lips.

“YN…”

“What did I say about touching?” you asked, eyes holding nothing but pure mischief.

As soon as he heard you, Zhongli knew he had made a mistake and instantly rescinded his embrace; eliciting a chuckle from you.

“I—uh, forgive me…” he hurriedly told you, his voice beginning to lose their strength as he stuttered and tumbled at the words he used to be so eloquent with. As someone who has prided of his calm demeanor, Zhongli felt a surge of embarrassment at how he easily succumbed to your touch.

It was so adorable to see him like this; all flustered and nervous, making you want to see more of those reactions you have yet to see.

“Stay there. I’ll be right back,” you told him and stood up; an idea forming in your thoughts.

The moment you left; thoughts of things he might’ve done wrong kept repeating inside his head. He was scared that he might’ve crossed something which he shouldn’t have—the sounds of you rummaging through your belongings only exacerbated the nervousness that was already in his system.

However, you were not gone for long. He could sense you behind him, daring not to move or look back, and as soon as you draped a cold silk cloth over his eyes, he instantly realized what he had eagerly signed up for.

For one, as the Geo Archon, it was unimaginable for him to be in such a position, but for some reason, Zhongli found it incredibly arousing to have him at your mercy—to be restricted and ordered around; to be at the other end of the spectrum from what he was used to?

This is strange indeed…

“Don’t you agree that everything feels more vivid when you’re blindfolded?” you asked, now back on his lap; and despite being robbed of sight, he could tell you were smirking. “Does it feel good, Zhongli?”

“I…I cannot be certain…” he replied, the feeling of your intense stare sending shivers down his spine. “I haven’t experienced something like this before…”

At his hesitation, you could only giggle and gave him a small kiss. “Well, there’s a first for everything, but this one here…”

Your voice trailed off, your hand effortlessly finding his half hard dick and pressed on it harshly; eliciting a strangled moan from him. “It’s been feeling good for a while now, don’t you think so Zhongli?”

“I…I—!” He was at a lost for words; the pleasure he felt intoxicating his mind. You were right, the blindfold seemed to heightened his senses to such degrees of vividness.

“I can’t blame you really,” you told him, still toying with his member with your finger but not fully committing on pumping it up and down. “I did tell you to hold off for a month, of course, you’d be unusually sensitive and horny.”

If Zhongli thought his face was hot enough before, he hadn’t anticipated for it to feel full out burning as if his blood was set on fire. He tried holding off the sounds he was making whenever you pepper kisses on his shoulders, but to no avail. He was gradually becoming heady at the immense pleasure your hand was giving. By the time you continued talking, he was already panting heavily, skin flushed and hands balled so tightly into a fist, his knuckles turning white.

“Y-YN…” He wanted to say ‘too much’, but he didn’t want to stop you either.

“I’m impressed you can keep your hands to yourself,” you remarked playfully, rewarding him with a love bite just underneath his jaw. “Why don’t we move on to the actual thing itself?”

Even with the blindfold, Zhongli could feel you standing up; anticipation once again beating wildly against his chest. What were you going to do to him this time?—that was a thrill he had never expected to feel pleasure from.

You returned once more to his side, now with the appropriate items you needed, and brilliant grin on your lips to top it off. It was weirdly exciting for you as well, finally doing something as erotic as this to a dignified gentleman such as Zhongli. Which is why, you couldn’t help but talk him through it.

“I did tell you that shibari some sort of sexual play, right?” you began, as you seized both of his hand and pinned them on his back. “It involves tying someone up with rope, in patterns that are not only visually pleasing but are also designed to make you feel good.”

Zhongli could feel the roughness of the rope cling to his skin as soon as you tied his wrists together before doing various knots up his torso and down to his legs. It was incredibly strange—you were only tying him up but for some reason, he felt so exposed and so turned on.

“The reason why it’s so popular is because it gives a sense of security if you will,” you continued, remembering the patterns you had religiously practiced over and over again for the past month. “As if you were surrendering everything to that one person, trusting that they can give you security, give you pleasure. That is what this art form is.”

Every time he felt your soft hands brush against his damp skin as you tightened the rope around his body, he would control a shudder that kept on surging through him like a multitude of waves. This was beyond the ordinary, a situation Zhongli had not anticipated—you were right when you told him to prepare himself. He definitely did not heed your advice, and it came to him with a price, especially when you finally wrapped some rope around his dick as it stood straight and hard between his legs.

“If only you could see yourself right now, Zhongli,” you told him, pressing firmly on the ropes around his member before nibbling on his earlobe. “Aah, I just want to eat you up.”

With your sultry voice directly sending shockwaves down his lower parts, he could only dig his fingernails on the palm of his hands as the hemp ropes dug deeper in his skin. Even though they were not too tight, the restrictive sensation enveloping his body, plus the way you were touching him now was making him lose his mind.

“YN…YN…p-please, I—!”

He spoke between gasps as he felt your lips suckle on a sensitive point on his neck, his dick twitching as he tried to jerk up.

You hummed amusingly. “What is it, love? Where do you want me to touch you?”

Raking up your fingernails up his toned chest, you smirked as he groaned, unable to find any sort of friction he had been seeking for some time now. The way his long dark locks stuck to his skin because of how much he was sweating, or the way he trembled and shivered at every touch of his skin—you loved them all. As much as how Zhongli was intoxicated by pleasure, you were also heady with the power you had over him.

Not waiting for his answer, you crept your hands up and suddenly pinched his nipples—making him jolt straight up at the abrupt stimulation with a loud moan.

“Do you like it here?” you asked, now lavishing your tongue over a hardened nub; relentless and teasing.

“Ahh…! YN…! Wait, please!”

All of his thoughts had already vanished, replaced only by the sensations of your tongue on his now sensitive nipples, of the ropes wound tightly around him, of how painfully hard his dick was. It felt good, he had to admit it. It felt incredibly good.

“Do you want me to stop? I can always stop,” you asked, smiling. “If not, tell me where else I should touch you.”

Breathless as his chest heaved, Zhongli tried to find the words he wanted to say even as his lips trembled.

“Um…please touch….m-my…”

He was blushing furiously, the word seemingly unable to pass through his lips.

“Your what, Zhongli?” you asked him again, almost cooing but inwardly laughing at how he just can’t say the word ‘dick’.

Biting his lip to stop it from quivering too much, it seemed like he really has to throw every sense of dignity he had in him just to relieve his arousal.

“M-my…pe—ahh!!"

You pinched one of his nipples, pouting. “Don’t you dare call it penis, or else I won’t let you cum. Now, as you were saying?”

If only his head wasn’t too hazy from all the sensations stimulating him simultaneously, he would’ve made a mental note to make you suffer at a later date, but right now, his brain was being ran by his dick.

“P-Please…YN…! My—my…d-dick…I can’t…” he forced between pants as his sweat made the ropes feel even tighter and his underwear feel even more sticky.

Smirking at your victory, you pressed a kiss on his lips, your hands finally removing his dick from the constraints of his underwear. You could feel him groan on your lips as you began to move your hand up and down, and making sure to reach his most sensitive spots.

“Look at you, getting this hard after being tied up,” you whispered to his lips, a grin plastered on your face. “I didn’t know you were this dirty, Zhongli.”

“I-I’m…not!”

He tried to deny it but you kept his mouth shut by squeezing his cock tightly.

“Really now?” you asked, voice low as you kept on pumping him, his voice becoming nothing but dirty noise. “Are you about to cum?”

“YN…!” he growled, the ropes keeping his legs folded biting on his skin. “T-too much….! I’m…!”

Mercilessly, you continued to jerk him off as he crept closer and closer to climax. However, there he realized that the ropes around his member had gotten tighter, and the painful throbbing he felt was because he couldn’t cum.

“Oh? Did you find it out?” you asked, chuckling at the look of desperation so evident in his face. “If you can endure this in a few more minutes, I’ll reward you. How about that?”

“N-no, no….! YN…p-please, I c-can…no longer….” Most of his words were incomprehensible, affected by the pleasure and the pain on his cock.

You hummed playfully once more. “Do you want me to stop then? You can always say the safe word, you know?”

“No! W-wait…please! I n-need…I can’t…!”

“Then endure,” you replied, an idea blooming in your head. Your free hand then reached for the blindfold covering his eyes and unraveled it, allowing him to finally see.

However, he did not have time to recover when you immediately caught his attention.

“Look how hard you are, Zhongli,” you told him, his amber eyes blow wide by his current state. Yet strangely, the thought of him so aroused and at your mercy, only made him harder.

Laying down on the bed with your chest on the mattress, you looked up to him, his dick on your hands; your eyes reflecting mischief. “If you can hold on for a few minutes, I’ll let you cum, alright?”

Zhongli only gazed down on you, face as hot as the sun and as red as beet. He watched as you took his dick in your mouth and began sucking him off. At the sensation, he instantly threw his head back. This was totally different from your hands. This was just incredible.

With lustful eyes, you watched him convulse before as you assaulted him with your tongue—sucking and licking at every sensitive point you knew. The underside and the tip were particularly sensitive and that was where you concentrated.

“A-ahh…! Oh…shit…YN!” he groaned, his deep voice and the way he was now cursing sent you reeling as well. “T-too good…I’m…f-fuck…!”

You chuckled, the vibrations on your throat making his dick twitch as you kept on bobbing your head. Gazing up, you both exchanged glances as you kept on sucking the tip; his eyes tightly closing at the intensity.

“Are you going to cum?” you asked before diving in once again, your hands secretly making their way underneath his underwear and finding his hole. “I’ll help you.”

“W-wait…! T-that’s!” he jolted up yet unable to do anything but feel your fingers brushing around the rim.

Prodding at his hole, you enjoyed watching the pained yet lustful expression he was making on his otherwise stoic face. His eyebrows furrowed, his cheeks flushed pink, his mouth ajar as drool poured down his chin. It was fascinating, addicting. You can’t help but tease him endlessly, relentlessly as he kept on moaning your name again and again as if under a spell.

“P-Please….let me…I can’t…I’m going to….Y-YN…!”

Deciding that this was finally the limit of his first time, you cleverly untied the knot on his back which kept the rope around his pelvis secure, allowing it to loosen.

Still sucking him off and poking on his hole, you could feel him twitch inside your mouth, an indication that he was close.

“YN…! I’m….ughh…c-coming!”

In a few pumps, Zhongli climaxed in your mouth; his warm cum on your throat. It was a bit too much, and a little thick so you were unable to swallow everything, allowing it to drip down your chin.

Released from his high, Zhongli couldn’t believe he just had his biggest nut of his life after being tied up. It was in every ounce, shameful and embarrassing but it just felt too good for him to resist at all. Maybe it wasn’t too much of a bad thought to do this once in a while.

Eventually, you loosened the ropes that were still on him and took note of the rope markings on his skin, reminding yourself to give him that special balm you got for this exact purpose. As soon as you released him, you pulled him to a deep kiss which he gladly reciprocated.

Unlike your previous ones, this kiss was one of concern and care—asking and answering questions that were difficult to convey. As your lips moved against each other, your chest began to warm and float, glad that you were able to deliver his request. When you both pulled away, the normal Zhongli was back; his eyes warm and lively.

“I’m glad it felt good,” you told him, cupping his cheek. “I was afraid I might hurt you or something.”

He only chuckled and gave you a pat. “I did tell you I can handle it.”

You sighed in relief, loving the way he was touching you. “So, how about we sleep—"

Zhongli however interrupted you, pushing you down the bed, pinning your wrists. He was smiling but you definitely knew you were screwed.

“I reckon it is time for me take my revenge,” he gazed at you, eyes turning feral. “No one will be sleeping tonight.”

[insomniumstella]

heartbreaks 

bucky x reader

summary: Bucky has experienced many heartbreaks in his life but this might just be the most painful

warnings: angst, some talk about blood, guns, knives, but not really

word count: 1,456

author’s note: got my heart broken and this is the outcome. ruelle’s the other side & war of heart songs fit this perfectly

Bucky was a man of heartbreak. Throughout his life, he experienced many. Some were more gentle than others, but all of them hurt nonetheless. The heartbreak of getting rejected back in his teen years, or the heartbreak of having to see Steve getting beat up. The pain of losing a sister, and later on, the pain of losing himself. The crushing guilt of taking someone's life; it didn't matter if he wasn't in control when he killed all those people. The sin and sorrow didn't ease. Bucky didn't enjoy pain, but he was for sure familiar with it. An intimate feeling but never a pleasurable one. It always crept upon him when he least expected it too. Sometimes it was soft, so slight Bucky wondered if it was even there. Other times, well other times, the pain was excruciating and exhausting, an icy cold feeling that crept into his bones and froze him in place. Those times were the hardest. In those times, he felt utterly hopeless. And even though he promised himself he wouldn't let the pain consume him ever again, there's no way to stop your heart from breaking. That night, the night when Steve walked in with y/n's nearly lifeless body in his hands, proved that pain always finds a way. It's ruthless and unpredictable. 

"What happened?" Both Sam and Bucky jumped from their seats. Steve didn't have the energy to answer. His eyes were dull and tired and pleading for someone, anyone, to get the help y/n needed. Bucky saw the injuries on his best friend's body, but the deep, gushing red wounds on y/n made Steve's seem insignificant.

"Buck?" Bucky didn't realize he froze. Didn't realize pain bound him in his bones again. He didn't think much after that, not when her life depended on him. It took a split second for the soldier to take y/n's body from Steve and start running to the medical wing. Bucky has never run this fast in his entire life, not even when his life depended on it. Not even when people chased after him with guns and knives, ready to cut his heart out. No, this was the fastest Bucky has ever run. If Bucky ran fast enough, then maybe, just maybe, she'd get to live. He pressed her tighter to his chest.

"I need a doctor, please." Usually, Bucky remained calm. Usually, he only spoke when it was necessary. Over the years, words became a luxury Bucky didn't feel worthy of. He grew accustomed to staying silent and it's what he did most days. Some thought he was weird, a deadly outcast, a dangerous loner if you will. Others, oh, others didn't even try speaking to him. He was The Winter Soldier after all. What if he lost control? What if he tried to kill them? It was a title destined to burden him forever. Three simple words he could never get rid of, no matter how much or how hard he tried to run away from them. If one thing was for sure, it was that no one could ever hate him more than Bucky hated himself. He was a monster, right? Bucky accepted that the word monster was a name fit for a man like him until she came along.

"She'll survive, right?" He asked once again.

"Mister Barnes, I need you to remove your hand from the stretcher. We're taking her into the emergency surgery room now." Bucky took a shaky breath. y/n was a woman like nothing else. She'd yell snarky remarks at strangers if they looked at him for too long. Ask him the most ridiculous questions to get him to open up, and every once in a while, crack a smile because they were so stupid, he couldn't keep a neutral face. Lounge at him full speed during training when the only other person brave enough to do so was Steve; no, she gave her all every time. Never treated him as a broken man, but always sat outside his bedroom door to let him know she's there if he needs her. Accepted every touch he gave and didn't dare to ask for more, even though Bucky knew how much she loved it. y/n was extraordinary, so it came as no surprise that her love was extraordinary too. A special kind of love people hope to find in their lifetime.

"Please. I need to be in there." Bucky wasn't ready to let go. The world wasn't ready to lose a soul like y/n. Bucky wasn't ready to lose y/n. It was a mean, painful heartbreak to see her fighting for her life and, as much as Bucky hated to admit it, losing.

“Please. Just tell me she’s fine.” He broke down, voice hoarse and tired.

"Mister Barnes, let go." And so they wheeled her away, leaving Bucky utterly hopeless. He hated feeling hopeless. Hated feeling as if there wasn't anything he could do to help. But he wasn't a doctor, wasn't a nurse either, so the only thing he could do was wait.

"You're okay?" Sam sat down beside him. It was just the two of them in the waiting room.

  "I'm fine. How's Steve?"

  "He needs a couple of bandages, but he'll survive." Sam joked, but his smile quickly fell when he noticed Bucky's expression. "I'm sure y/n will too." The only thing Bucky could do was nod. He thought about the first time she came into his room to help with the nightmares. Sleepy-eyed, wearing an old t-shirt and boxers for a pajama, a pair of fluffy socks on her feet, another in her hand. Here, warm feet, warm thoughts, she said then. Bucky couldn't lose her. He didn't have the chance to admit he wears those damn socks to bed every night since then. He thought about his first birthday at the compound. It was 5 am, everyone else was sleeping, so it came as a surprise when he found y/n in the kitchen when he walked in. The smell of coffee in the room, flour all over her face, clothes, the counters, and a crooked smile on her face. I wasn't sure what to get you for your birthday, so I baked a cake. Sorry it’s kind of ugly!, she said then. It was a very messily decorated cake with too much salt added to it, but Bucky was sure she stayed up all night just to make it for him, so it was the best cake he ever had. Bucky couldn't lose her. He didn't have the chance to admit that the cake meant more to him than she'll ever know. He thought about the first time he joined her for her usual Friday movie night. She had managed to escape going to a fancy gala with the others, instead opting for sweatpants and a big hoodie to hide all bruises and cuts from their mission a couple of hours prior. Bucky was mad as hell at her for the decisions she made on the field that day. I'm alive! No need to worry, she said then, chuckling, but it was the first time he saw fear paint her features. She fell asleep halfway into the movie, her body so worn out it fell against his. Bucky fell asleep a couple of minutes after that, and they both had the pleasure of explaining why they were "cuddling" to their teammates the next morning. But it was the first time Bucky slept peacefully through the night, so he couldn't lose her. He didn't have the chance to admit he was mad because he cared, perhaps so much it scared him, about her. He thought about the first times they snuck out from the compound together for late-night walks. The first times they spent the nights in each other's rooms. The first times they cuddled on movie nights for real. He thought about the first time they kissed too. That time she didn't say much, afraid it was all an illusion, but her body spoke volumes. The feeling of her lips on his, and her trembling hands finding their way into his hair, the nervous but cute smile when they pulled away? Bucky won't ever forget that. So no, he can't lose her yet, because he didn't have the chance to admit he fell in love. Deeply, painfully in love with her. 

"Mister Barnes." Sam had already left him to go to sleep when the doctor approached him hours later. It took 4 coffees just for Bucky to stay awake but it didn't matter. All that mattered was her.

"Yes?"

"I'm afraid I have some bad news for you."

One sentence was enough to make the world underneath Bucky’s feet come crashing down. 

[waitimcomingtoo]

In Case You Don’t Live Forever

~chapter four rewritten~

Pairing: Peter Parker x Venom!Reader

Synopsis: you are Peter’s greatest love and Spiderman’s greatest enemy

Series Masterlist

After eating dessert and saying goodbye to May, Peter walked you to your room like a proper gentleman.

“You really don’t have to walk me home. I live right across that hall.” You teased him as you leaned against your door. You were glad he did, though. You wanted to spend every minute you could with him.

“I know, but I wanted to make sure you got in okay.” Peter said shyly. “You never know what dangers can be lurking in a hallway. Henry could’ve been around here and you and your feet would’ve been defenseless. You think I could live with myself if something happened to you?”

You laughed loudly and took your time unlocking your door, partially to extend your time together and partially to hide your massive blush.

“Thanks for dinner, Parker. I had a good time.” You said slowly as you fixed his collar.

“I had a moderately alright time.” He said nonchalantly. You laughed at his joke and shoved him a little.

“Fine. I had an amazing time.” He answered honestly. “We should do this again.”

The hope in his eyes knocked you out.

“Definitely.” You agreed. “But at my place next time.”

“Deal.” He stood there for a moment, just staring at you. You stared back, seeing the pale freckles on his nose and around his eyes. The longer you look at Peter, the better he got.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” Peter said finally. You sighed softly and looked him over.

Parting really is such sweet sorrow.

“Goodnight Peter.” You answered. You gave each other one more giggly smile before you closed the door, completely missing the victory dance Peter did in the hallway.

“Alright. You ate. Now it’s our turn. Let’s go eat some assholes.” Venom cheered once you were alone.

“You couldn’t have phrased that in a worse way.” You grimaced as you set your keys down.

“I mean, let’s go eat some men who are assholes.” Venom corrected herself.

“Alright alright. Let’s go.” You walked to the window. “But, they have to be a total asshole. We can’t just eat a dick.”

“And you think what we said was bad? Listen to yourself.” Venom retorted.

“I heard it. I meant we have to eat someone who is really, really bad. Not just some random jerk.” You defended.

“Whatever. Let’s go. Your liver is starting to look really, really juicy.” Venom warned. With that, you climbed out the window and prowled the streets of New York.

It wasn’t long before you found a man harassing a woman near a local bar. They were both tipsy, but she seemed drunker than he was. He kept putting his hands on her, despite her protests. Every time she tried to push him away, he’d only try harder.

“Come on baby.” He purred.

“Leave me alone. I don’t want you.” The woman slurred as she pushed him away.

“Yes you do. You wouldn’t have worn that tight dress if you didn’t.” The man said.

Ah yes, logic.

When she ignored his comment, he angrily pushed her against a wall and covered her mouth.

“Asshole?” Venom asked you.

“Asshole.” You confirmed. You and Venom did your usual tactic. You’d start off as you and kindly ask the gentleman to leave the lady alone. When all else fails, you became Venom and ate the bad guy.

You and Venom weren’t cold blooded killers. If a problem could be solved with words, you would do it that way. But there are a lot of bad men on the streets who don’t take no for an answer.

And you catch bad men.

You tore the man away from the lady and she ran away screaming when she saw you as Venom. Most people do. At least she was safe. The man on the other hand suddenly lost his tough guy stamina and resulted to begging for his life.

“Should we eat them?” Venom asked you, loud enough for the man to hear. You did that little thing when half your face was Venom and half your face was you.

People get a real kick out of it.

“No.” You cooed. “They probably taste terrible.”

The man cowered away, begging you to leave.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I won’t do it again.” He pleaded.

“I never much liked the taste of perverts.” Venom snarled.

“Me either. Plus, he’s so puny. He’s probably disgusting.” You agreed.

You were dragging the man along. He was definitely getting eaten, no doubt about it. At least, there was no doubt, up until you heard the sound of feet landing on the pavement behind you.

“Hey, big guy, didn’t anyone ever tell you that people are friends, not food?” A young, muffled voice sounded. Spider-Mans eyes grew comically wide when Venom turned around.

“What are you?” He gasped. You could hear the terror in his voice. Under his mask, he was probably trembling. He sounded so young and terrified.

“We…are venom.” You answered as you snarled at him.

Never gets old.

“Hi Venom.” Spider-Man took a step back in fear, legs shaking slightly. “I’m Spiderman.”

The man took this as an opportunity to get up and run. You quickly ran after him, but you were suddenly covered in a sticky white substance. It wrapped around your legs and you fell to the ground. From the floor, you could see the man getting away.

“I can’t take credit for that. I got that from this really old movie, The Empire Strikes back. It works every time.” Spider-Man panted as he ran over to you.

You decided you had enough of this and easily broke out of the sticky stuff. You grabbed the unsuspecting Spider-Man by the throat and lifted him up by his neck. You could hear the sounds of him choking through his mask, and looses your grip. You weren’t a monster, but you weren’t a superhero either. Spiderman had let a bad guy get away and you could only hope you scared him enough not to do it again.

“You let him go.” You growled as you got in his face. Spider-Man hit the hand around his throat in an attempt to break free, making Venom smile. His feet were dangling off the ground. He was defenseless.

“You can’t eat people.” He choked out, gasping for air.

“We can and we will.” Venom growled. “Since you let our dinner get away, looks like you’ll have to take his place. We hope you taste better than you look, Spiderman.”

“Please don’t eat me. I’m just a kid.” Spider-Man begged. Venom tried to keep going, but you pulled back.

“Venom, put him down. We can find someone else. We can’t eat this guy. He’s too young.” You said calmly and prayed Venom would listen. Spider-Man was right. He was just a kid. He had pissed you off, but that didn’t mean he had to die.

“We don’t want anyone else. We want him”. Venom answered. Spider-Man looked confused, seeing as he could only hear Venoms part of the conversation.

“Put him down. His suit probably tastes terrible anyway. Let’s go find someone else. How about we go find a smoker to eat? You know how much you love to eat smokers.” You argued as you felt her grip loosen.

“They taste like barbecue.” Venom replied, feeling her mouth watering.

“Let’s go.” You insisted. “He’s not worth it.”

“Fine.” Venom grouched and threw Spider-Man against a wall. Spider-Man began to cough and clutch his throat. Venom stormed over to him and grabbed his head, making him look at you.

“If you ever bother us again, we are going to eat both of your arms, then both of your legs, and then we are going to eat your face. Do you understand?”

“We?” was all Spider-Man could get out.

“We.” Venom repeated. “Me and my girl. She saved your life tonight. Don’t except it to happen again. Next time, you’re dead.” Venom warned. With that, you ran away into the night, leaving Spider-Man behind.

After eating a man you saw steal money out of multiple homeless peoples cups, you climbed up the apartment building and sat on the ledge of the roof. You transformed back into yourself and watched as the sun made its way up the horizon.

“What are you doing up here?” You heard a familiar Queens accent from behind you. You smiled immediately and turned around.

“Are you stalking me Parker?” You teased as a bashful smile broke across his face. He looked ethereal in the early morning sunshine so you bit your tongue to keep from giggling.

He was too damn cute.

“You’ve got it the wrong way around. I lived here first. This had been my spot for years now. You’re the one stalking me.” Peter remarked. His voice sounded horse, like he had strained it. He moved slowly, almost as if he was in pain, as he swung his legs over the ledge and took a seat next to you. Your thighs just barely touched, but enough to send sparks though your body.

“Is this really your spot? I’ll leave if you want.” You offered, but Peter put his hand on your shoulder to keep you from getting up.

“It’s our spot now.” He said matter of factly. The sun light up his profile and you could see how tired his eyes were. You wondered what late night adventures kept Peter Parker awake. Peter stared out into the New York City skyline and sighed with content. A gentle breeze blew his brown locks and ruffled your clothing.

Everything was quiet. Everything was good.

“Are you an orphan?” You blurted before smacking your hand over your mouth.

You almost jumped off the roof right there. And you probably should’ve. No, actually, Peter should’ve pushed you off. It’s what you deserved. Who the HELL asks someone you just met that question? Who asks that question at all? Does anyone even use the term “orphan” anymore? Is this Annie? All these questions swarmed through your head as your cheeks managed to burn the brightest shade of red they ever had. Peter snapped his head to you and tried to say something but you cut him off.

“I only ask because…well, I am.” You admitted. “An orphan, I mean. And I saw the pictures in your apartment with the candle and you kinda have that…orphan look to you. No offense! It’s not a bad thing either. I probably have the same look. Plus, you live with your aunt and I didn’t see anyone else come home. Of course, maybe they just weren’t home the one night I was over. Not that it’s any of my business anyway. I’m sorry I asked. It was a dumb, dumb question and I’m a dumb, dumb person and I-“

Your excessive rambling was cut off by a soft chuckles on Peters part. You looked at him confused as it wasn’t the response you expected.

“You’re not dumb. You took down Carlton Drake at 19 years old with no help. I wouldn’t call that person dumb. I’d call her brave, smart, even heroic.” Peter complimented you. “And all the best heroes are orphans. So to answer your question…there was a question in there somewhere right? I think so. Yes, I am an orphan. I live with my Aunt May. I used to live with my Uncle Ben too but he passed away.”

“Your uncle was Ben Parker.” You realized. “I should’ve known. May mentioned his name at dinner. I remember hearing about the shooting. All my friends and I created a club in school to protest the lack of gun regulation in America after that. I’m so sorry, Peter.”

“I really appreciate you doing that. I’m really upset over the lack of gun regulation too.” He was quiet for a moment. “My Uncle Ben used to write too. He was always trying to get me to write for the school newspaper. It wasn’t my thing though. I prefer taking pictures and videos. You’re a really good writer, Y/N. My Uncle Ben would’ve loved you.” Peter said earnestly. You smiled at Peter and scooted closer to him.

“Thank you for saying that. I bet I would’ve loved him too.” You told him. Peter looked down at his hands which were dangerously close to yours. You weren’t bold enough to hold his hand, though you desperately wanted to. Instead, you put your head on his shoulder and looked out at the sunrise. It was a simple, innocent gesture. You were both awkward and knew it. It was the safest thing you could do without something going terribly wrong. Peter rested his head on top of yours and sighed.

“I didn’t know you were an orphan.” He said softly, not wanting to disturb the peace. You nodded, still nestled in his neck.

“My mom died a few minutes after giving birth to me.” You opened up to him, something you hadn’t done with anyone before. “I’m not sure what went wrong but they had to do an emergency C-section. I survived, but she didn’t.”

You got quiet for a moment.

“She never even got to hold me.”

“I’m sorry Y/N.” Peter whispered. He gingerly laced his fingers with yours. You watched as he did it and didn’t try to stop him.

“It’s weird.” You shrugged. “I never knew her, but I miss her everyday. I wish we could’ve had a conversation. Just one would be enough.” Your mom wasn’t something you often talked about. It was too painful to relive the past so you hadn’t even told Andy the full story.

But you felt safe with Peter.

“You don’t have to have known her to miss her.” Peter insisted. “I bet she misses you too and she never met you either.”

“What were your parents names?” You changed the topic as you rubbed his hand softly with your thumb.

“Richard And Mary. Richard and Mary Parker.” He answered proudly. “I write them letters all the time. I put them in an envelope and everything. Then I put them in a box in my closet. I like to think the read them.”

“I bet they do.” You told him while squeezing his hand gently. In that moment, you could’ve sworn he was yours. Like you were an actual couple that had been through hell and back together. Like you’d know him all my life. Peter looked you in the eyes and for the first time, someone really saw you.

The real you, and he didn’t turn away. His brown eyes stared right down into your soul. You felt insecure suddenly, your soul wasn’t a pretty place to see. Certainly not pretty enough for Peter Parker. But Peter didn’t seem to mind.

You got this feeling all the sudden, this feeling that told you you and Peter were meant to meet. That you were always meant to be in each other’s lives. To protect and love each other, like real people do. Peter didn’t feel like a stranger. He wasn’t someone you met on accident. You were destined to be. Just be. No matter what you were. This rooftop didn’t feel like a place you’d never been before. This rooftop felt like home. And Peter made it feel that way. Or maybe it wasn’t the rooftop that felt like home, it was just Peter. Your cheeks burned up when you realized what was happening. Your heart fluttered and your lungs felt like they were in fire.

You knew it. Every fiber of your being knew it. All your senses came alive at once and in that moment, on that rooftop, your heart looked into Peters and said those two words,

“Welcome home”

[anabsolutetrainwreck]

you sunshine, you temptress || h. styles

warnings: mentions of sex & alcohol, fwb, swearing

word count: 1.6k

summary: a night in jamaica and a morning in london change your life entirely...

They say it takes 66 days to form a habit. But you’d already lost count of how long you’d been sleeping with Harry. It already felt like an addiction.

His skin on yours. His lips on your neck. Your hands in his hair. His cold rings against your warm thighs. These were things you craved. And, at first, you’d felt guilty sneaking around with Harry. But that grew into pure lust and excitement at the very prospect.

No strings attached. It had always been no strings attached. Sex, drinks, maybe some more sex, and then do it all again a few days later. Sure, maybe it would get repetitive. Maybe it would bore you occasionally. It began to almost feel like a routine and that wasn’t what either of you wanted. You wanted spontaneous sex and moments of overwhelming lust. But it kept the two of you happy. What more could you ask for?

It started in Jamaica. On a holiday with your mutual friends. Maybe this wasn’t where Harry deemed the origin of your arrangement to be, but it was certainly where you did.

The two of you and a group of friends had gone back to Jamaica for a couple of weeks. Harry had settled on Jamaica as the destination because he’d had such a euphoric time the first time he went to write his first album. He simply wanted to return without the looming pressure of work.

Sarah had gone to find Mitch, leaving you outside on your own. You didn’t at all mind. It was hot, the sun warm on your bare legs. You had your book in hand, though you’d long forgotten it. Your eyes had fluttered closed, the heat making you tired despite the lovely sleep you’d had the night prior.

It went cold and, as you opened your eyes, you looked up at Harry, who was standing over you. He smiled down at you, tugging the book from your hands. He sat himself down opposite you, where Sarah had once sat. “I love this book,” he grinned, inspecting the cover. “What did you think?”

“I’ll tell you if you let me finish it,” you said, sheltering your eyes from the sun with your hand.

He chuckled, tossing it back to you. You watched him carefully as he lay back against the chair, running his hand through his unkempt hair. The two of you sat in silence for a good four or five minutes. He cleared his throat, “Soaking up the Jamaican sun, are we?”

You shrugged, sitting up to look at him, “Well, I can’t get a tan in England, can I?”

He laughed, “Suppose not.”

And that was that. But that was the first time you felt something different when speaking to Harry. Maybe you were just slightly weary from the sun, or maybe you actually felt nervous when he looked you in the eye. And, from that moment, nothing between you and Harry ever felt the same. Not really.

It was short-lived. When you were sat on the kitchen counter in the early hours of the morning, taking slow sips of a glass of water. You’d been watching the moon dance across ripples in the water of the sea you were staying beside. “Can’t sleep?” a voice came from the doorway.

It was Harry. He walked into the kitchen, leaning against the island opposite you. You shrugged, “Just thirsty. You?”

“I’ve been watching romcoms all night,” he said, chuckling quietly.

You smiled, “Well, you know what they say: people do travel to Jamaica to watch romcoms all night. Something about the atmosphere, I reckon.”

“Of course,” he nodded, grinning. “Had to embrace traditions, didn’t I?”

You watched as he poured himself a glass of orange juice, sitting down at the island. The silence between the two of you was comforting but perhaps the most excruciating thing you’d ever felt. It was undeniable that there was tension between the two of you. “Right,” you said, sliding off the counter, placing your glass in the sink, “I’ll see you in the morning.”

Harry was very prepared to smile and nod and watch you leave as you made your way up to the bedroom you’d claimed as your own. However, he spoke before he even had the chance to think, “Y/N… do you… do you want to watch a romcom?”

You turned back to look at him, “Sure.”

So, you sat in his room, watching some cheesy romcom. It had been fine. It had all been fine. You’d told yourself it had been fine. That was until the characters on the television screen made the development in their relationship to which they became something more than friends. “See,” you sighed, your eyes trained on the screen, “it never happens like that.”

“It could,” he replied quietly.

You shrugged, “But has it ever happened to you?”

“Well, not like that. But it could still happen to me,” he said.

“Maybe,” you smiled. “Still hope for you yet, Harold.”

“Go on then,” he grinned. “Why are you such a romcom Grinch?”

“Until I feel the same way Rachel McAdams does when someone kisses me, I will continue to dislike these movies,” you said.

And when he kissed you, asking how you felt, you’d shrugged. Though, your actions contradicted your small smile before you leaned forward and kissed him again. It was risky and you weren’t entirely sure what you were thinking. But perhaps that was the most delicious part: you weren’t thinking at all. Sarah and Mitch were in the next room over and you and Harry were kissing.

From then on, it had been secret quickies in the kitchen and deliberate stares in the garden. It was the best time of your life. The secrecy of it all, the hiding away from the rest of the world. You often wondered if Harry liked it because it was his own. This arrangement he had with you, it wasn’t anybody else’s. Nobody else could have it because it was kept out of the eyes of your friends and most definitely those of the media.

“I need to go,” you whispered, your eyes landing on the clock on the wall. You were meeting your sister for breakfast and, if you didn’t drag yourself out of bed soon, you were going to be late.

“Don’t go,” Harry said quietly, running his fingers up and down your arm. “You could stay for breakfast?”

“I can’t, I’m going to meet my sister soon for breakfast,” you replied.

“Orange juice?” he said, pouting.

You sighed, smiling, “Fine, I’ll stay for orange juice.”

You shrugged, “You don’t have to thank me.”

He watched as you clambered out of his bed, slipping into your clothes from the night before. He reluctantly joined you, the two of you finally venturing through to the kitchen. A moment of almost deja vu as you sat at his counter as he poured out a glass of orange juice. You noticed his smile - he must have felt it too. Thanking him for the drink, you took a large gulp, the citrusy liquid livening you up a bit.

The silence, unlike the night in Jamaica, felt extraordinarily domestic. There was no excruciation to it this time. It was only when Harry opened his mouth that there was a shift in the once perfectly serene atmosphere, “Are we gonna do this forever?”

“What?” you said. “Are we gonna fuck forever?”

He nodded, staring at you, waiting for you to say something. But you weren’t entirely sure what to say. So, you choked out, “If you want to call this thing quits, I’m okay with that.”

“No, no, no,” he shook his head quickly. “I was thinking of more of an… upgrade?”

“An upgrade? I’m not a phone,” you scoffed, grinning.

He chuckled, “Like… like a premium package?”

You snorted, “A premium package?”

“Yeah, you know, the sex with a couple of extra benefits,” he said.

“What are these extra benefits?” you asked, finishing your orange juice.

“Dates… cuddles… and… more sex?” he replied.

You laughed, grabbing your jacket from the counter. He followed you as you walked towards his front door. “Does the friends with benefits premium package come with a special name?” you asked, turning back to look at him.

“I like to call it ‘girlfriend’,” he said.

There it was. There it was. You’d been waiting to hear him say it and there it was. “Are you, Harry Styles, asking me to be your girlfriend?” you asked, grinning.

“Perhaps I am,” he said, shrugging. “Depends what your answer is.”

“Well, ask me and you’ll find out.”

“Do you, Y/N, want the friends with benefits premium package, ‘girlfriend’?”

Though your answer may have been nonchalant, it didn’t match the way you felt inside. Oh, inside you were screaming. You’d been waiting for this since that night in Jamaica, watching a romcom with Harry in his bed. Everything had built up to this. “Yeah, fuck it, go on,” you replied.

He smiled, his eyes exploring your face. As if it had changed in your sudden shift in relationship. He kissed you. You kissed him back. And, if you didn’t have breakfast with your sister, you were sure you’d never leave his side. “Feel like Rachel McAdams yet?” he grinned, pulling away.

[beauvibaby]

emergency contact — m.tkachuk

a/n: a random fic that I finally finished!!

word count: 2.4K

You groaned, the buzzing from your phone was stirring you from your sleep, it was nearly three am. No one would call you this early for no reason, so you suddenly came to your senses, scrambling to answer it. “Hello, hello.” You rushed, hardly getting to it in time. “Is this Y/F/N?” The lady’s voice came across delicately which only caused your heart rate to pick up. “Yes.” You sat up in the bed, flipping your lamp on as she began speaking across the line. “My name is Diane, I’m calling from St. Alexius Hospital, your brother, Matthew has been brought in from a car accident, you were listed as his emergency contact.” She explained, you flew out of the bed, “is he ok?” You were rushing around, pulling on whatever clean clothes you could find first. “He’ll be fine, I’m not at liberty to discuss the details over the phone.” She spoke calmly, you nodded, before realizing she couldn’t see you. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.” You quickly hung up, yanking your jeans on in a rush, you forced any nervous thoughts to the back of your mind. He would be fine, that’s what you kept repeating to yourself, he was the only family you had left, he had to be fine.

Your feet carried you into the hospital emergency room before your mind could catch up, you reached the counter and blankly stared for a moment, you read her name tag, Diane. “I’m Y/F/N, I’m here to see-” “Ah, yes, for Matthew?” She cut you off, flipping through the papers on her desk. “Room 113.” She pointed you down the hall, and you were off, speed walking down the hall, your shoes sounding loud against the linoleum floor in the early morning. 109, 110, 111, 112, you froze outside of his room, clearly it couldn’t have been that bad if he was alone. You heard a groan from inside the room and you came to your senses, you pushed the curtain aside, “Matthew.” You whispered, and then looked up, the stranger in the bed looking at you with raised eyebrows. “You’re not my brother.” You gasped, and then realized you were standing in his room still, “I’m so sorry, uh, feel better.” You saw the cast on his arm and a bruise forming just under his eyes. “I’m not complaining.” He mumbled with a lazy smile, it captivated you, the way his blue eyes lit up as you smiled back at him. “But no I’m not, my name is Matthew though.” He muttered, coughing lightly, reaching for the water, it was just out of his reach so you walked over and handed it to him. “Here you go.” You whispered, his fingers brushing against yours as he took the cup, “I have to go, I-I’m here to see my brother.” You gave him a smile, going to rush out of the room but as you turned, Diane came running in, out of breath.

“There was a mix up, I’m so sorry.” She rushed, Matthew looking between you and her, eyebrows raised in amusement. “Is my brother even here?!” You snapped, relieved but angry at the same time. She shook her head and you scrambled to pull your phone out of your pocket, dialing your brother’s number. You bounced on your feet as it rang and rang, “Y/N? Why are you calling so late?” He grumbled into the phone, “Matthew!” You cried in relief, “you’re ok?” You asked, “of course I’m ok, why wouldn’t I be?” He sounded confused, “nothing, uh, it’s a long story, I’ll call you later.” You hung up, arms crossed as you glared at Diane. “Miss Y/L/N, I am so sorry.” She apologized again, you could only nod weakly. “I’m so sorry, uh, Matthew.” You turned to the guy in the bed, he had to be right around your age. “I really hope you feel better.” And with that, you rushed out the door, over run by the emotions you just went through.

That was almost a week ago.

Five days if we’re being specific.

“Mom is going to kill me if she finds out I let you drive.” You tuned into the conversation a girl was having with what you could only assume is her brother from the way she spoke to him. You kept your eyes focused down on the cup of coffee and laptop before you, but your ears perked up. “That’s why she isn’t going to find out, right Taryn?” He quipped back at her, you couldn’t fully place it but his voice had an oddly familiar tone. Not one that you knew well, but as if you had heard it before. You continued typing away on your laptop, forcing yourself to stop eavesdropping on their conversation, a message came up on your screen and you became so engrossed in it that you didn’t even notice as Matthew walked past your table with a small gasp, dragging his sister along.

“That’s her!” He whispered to his sister, who only looked at him confused, “that’s the girl from the hospital.” He groaned, running a hand through his curly hair. Only making it look messier. Taryn glanced at you, and at him, then back and forth once more. “You couldn’t pull her.” She teased him, earning a light flick to the arm from him. “I totally could!” He defended, panicking when your head popped up, you glanced around but didn’t notice him. “Well aren’t you going to go say something?” Taryn nudged him, taking his coffee from his not broken arm, and setting it down beside hers on the table. “What am I going to say? ‘Oh hey, not sure if you remember me but you barged into my hospital room last week because you thought I was your brother’? That’s not going to work.” He rambled, too caught up in his own words to notice his sister walking towards you until it was too late. She simply sat across from you, making your body jump back.

“Uh, hello?” You spoke hesitantly, sliding your laptop closer to you, eyeing the random girl skeptically. “Hi, my name is Taryn, I think you met my brother, Matthew over there, in the hospital last week?” She smiled politely at you, pointing to the corner of the cafe were you turned and saw Matthew looking over with wide eyes and pink cheeks, he offered a small wave, wincing when he used the arm in a cast. You giggled under your breath, waving back, “I did.” You confirmed, “I’m Y/N.” You added, turning back to Taryn, “well you see, he hasn’t really shut up about you since then, he thinks you’re really pretty, so I figured I’d come try and help him have a chance to talk to you.” She explained with a grin, occasionally glancing at her brother, who you could only assume had turned more red. “I’d love to talk to him.” You assured her, slowly closing your laptop, holding back a large smile when she grinned, rushing off, you heard them bickering before Matthew approached, awkwardly sitting where his sister just was. “Hi.” He hadn’t struck you as one to be shy when you first met him, “hi.” You repeated, leaning back in your seat. “How’s the arm?” You teased, glancing down to his cast. “It’s getting there.” He shrugged, looking up and meeting your eyes. “I’m really glad they called you.” He added, ah, there’s the confidence you were looking for. You rested your elbows on the table, holding your chin lightly in your hand, “are you?” You cocked your head to the side, smiling as he blushed.

“I am.” He confirmed, placing his phone up on the table, “so why don’t you give me your number, and I’ll take you out to dinner.” He spoke softly, a small hint of nervousness to his voice. “You know, as payment for emotional trauma at the very least.” He joked, earning a genuine laugh from you. “I think that sounds fair.” You picked up his phone, adding yourself to his contacts. “Good thing I’m the only Y/N you know.” You handed him his phone, smiling as his fingers brushed yours, it sounded cliche, and you hated to even think it, but even the simple touch sent your heart into a frenzy. “Mhm, good thing.” He agreed, staying seated, “you know, if we kept talking this could almost be like a first date.” He raised an eyebrow, you noticed the small smirk on his lips. “I think I can spare some time.” You smiled sweetly at him, diving into conversation. You both covered a lot of things, from work, which caught you off guard for sure when you heard what he does, to family, all the way down to embarrassing childhood stories.

“Alright, I’ve waited as long as I can wait, Matty, we need to go.” Taryn interrupted, looking down at her brother from where he was still sitting, you checked the time on your phone and you were embarrassed to see it had been nearly two hours. “Oh my god, Taryn, I’m so sorry.” You apologized, Matthew smiling at the interaction as his sister brushed it off. “It’s fine.” She turned back to him, who was lost in his happiness, “so, Matty.” You teased, gathering your things, “I’ll be waiting to hear from you.” You stood up, pushing your purse onto your shoulder, he followed, standing in front of you, he ducked down to press a kiss to your cheek. “You’ll definitely be hearing from me.” He smirked, walking off with his sister while you blushed furiously, he glanced back and you shot him a wink, you two were made for each other.

“So, tomorrow?”

You giggled at your phone as you walked to your car, already getting a message from him. You bit your lip as you smiled, typing a quick response to leave him on his toes while you drive home.

“I’m sorry, who is this?”

You put your phone on silent to avoid getting distracted while you drove, but you could tell it vibrated a couple of times on the seat. It felt like forever until you got home, but once you did, you and Matthew texted the rest of the day, setting up plans for you both to meet at a restaurant not too far from your house the next day.

You were a little nervous, just because first dates were always nerve wracking, but otherwise you were calm, you knew you’d have a good time. You smoothed out your pants, looking down at the printed material, you adjusted your tucked in lace camisole, tugging your cardigan on over top, a chic yet comfortable outfit, paired with some heeled boots. Your hair falling down your back in loose curls, you gave yourself one last adjustment before you made your way out the door, hoping you wouldn’t be too early, you wouldn’t want to ruin his manly pride.

You were excitedly surprised when you arrived and Matthew was already standing outside the restaurant waiting for you. “Hi, Matthew.” You called as you climbed out of your car, his head snapped up, a grin covering his face as a couple of his curls bouncing in front of his eyes. “Hey. You look great.” He met you in front of your car, his jacket hanging off on one side because of his cast. “Clean up nice yourself.” You replied with ease, “how’s your arm?” You added, lightly touching it where he had scribbled on it. A chuckle falling from your lips at the stick figure he’d left on it. “Better now.” He smirked, earning a snort in return, your hand shooting to your mouth. “Oh my god.” He broke into laughter, using his good arm to move your hand from your face, “that was equally cute and funny.”

“I’m glad you thought so.” You breathed out, giggling as he led you inside.

***

“Oh, Matty. She’s lovely, I’m so happy for you.” Chantal grinned, looking at the ring he had picked out for you. You’d been together for just over a year, you both fell quick and hard, you moving to Calgary with him halfway through the season. “Thanks mom.” He sighed in relief, it was the last few weeks of the off season, and it was a no brainer for you both to come back to St. Louis for the summer to see your families.

What you didn’t know, is that he ended up holding onto that ring for almost a year before asking you to marry him, two years to the day when you ran into his hospital room.

***

“Matty, what are you doing?” You asked breathlessly as you walked into the living room after your shower, in frumpy pajamas and a wet messy bun. You looked at the candles that were scattered around, and him in a pregame suit, despite there being no game tonight. “You can’t cry when I haven’t even said anything yet.” He whispered as you approached him in shock, he pulled the velvet box from his jacket pocket. “Matthew.” You gasped, cupping his bearded jaw, he wiped under your eyes lightly, “Y/N.” He murmured, lightly kissing your forehead before getting down on one knee.

“As much as I hate how that mix up in the hospital scared you that night, I’m so grateful for it, you were right in front of me that whole time in St. Louis, but I wouldn’t have met you if it wasn’t for that.” He explained, popping the box open, you started nodding instantly, “ask me.” You begged. “Will you marry me?” He cut straight to it, grinning when you dropped down on your knees in front of him. You nodded furiously, holding his face in your hands, “yes. Oh my god, yes.” You pulled him in for a kiss, squealing in delight when he yanked you closer, “Mrs. Tkachuk sounds nice, doesn't it?”

***

You leaned in the doorway to your son's room, smiling as Matthew theatrically recalled your meeting story, your son, who was only four, looking up at his dad like he just told him how the earth spins. You giggled, making your presence known, you joined them on the floor, draping your legs over your husband’s lap, your son climbing onto yours, hugging you tightly as you played with his curly hair. “Is daddy telling your favorite story again?” You asked him, smiling when he nodded enthusiastically, “I really like that story too.” You told him, feeling Matthew squeeze your hip as your son giggled.

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