#(i will return- hopefully extremely soon but im waiting on some things)

[astroyongie]

NCT Dream Reading - July Edition

Note: Please remember to take my words lightly. Enjoy the reading ! Victon will come next 

Renjun

When it comes to his love life, I really had no info whatsoever, so his love life is currently at stand by. Around march he was seeing someone, but at the moment I have no idea if there’s anything going on or not.

It’s just like some members of NCT 127, Renjun is dealing with some financial blackout, like he wasn’t or haven’t been payed for all his work. His plans aren’t going well either, there’s lack of strategy by his managing team and at the moment he is trying to find a way to get stable again. He thinks a lot about leaving sometimes

Physical Health: His physical health haven’t improved since March. He keeps having heavy pains around his chest area, his throat, vocal cords, his hands and shoulders as well. Renjun really needs to take care of himself because it’s getting complicated Mental Health: Same goes for his mental health, he keeps being on that dark place. He tries to hide it a lot, but he has lost hope, he doesn’t sleep well, he goes through difficult thoughts and states.

Jeno

Jeno has kept very discreet, away from official relationships ever since his incident with his ex. He hasn’t particularly been lucky with love either, he has felt very alone too but im sensing like things might change for him very soon. He will be meeting someone soon that will change things for him, hopefully, In a positive way.

He has so many opportunities opened to him, many people wants to work with him, he has been having his own passions and objectives. However some go these paths would meant that he would have to break some partnerships and potential get in conflict with some coworkers

Physical Health: Doing okay  Mental Health: He has been very sensitive lately, a also see a lot of anger on his heart mostly because sasesngs keep trying to get into him

Jaemin

The energy on his reading was extremely overwhelming. It’s been 8 months since Jaemin is officially with his partner and things are going very well and everything shows that they should take this relationship seriously. However, Jaemin is still unsure, he doesn’t want this relationship to become something eh could be stuck on. He also has a lot of future thoughts (like moving with this person, potentially be with them for years). He should be careful with these illusions he gives himself concerning his relationship

I see some type of solo work for Jaemin (maybe some acting? Who knows). Definitely something he wanted to start, to do and express himself with. Wait for his solo project !

Physical Health:He isn’t very well either, have been suffering some sickness related to his stomach  Mental Health: He is still healing from his depression episodes, it’s still hard for him sometimes

Chenle

As always, Chenle is currently single, there isn’t much happening on his life other that someone confessed to him 7 days ago. Other than that, he misses his family lot, he hasn’t been able to talk to them lately and that pains him

He is working very hard, a little too excessively and the company gave him a lot of responsibilities that actually ended up in huge arguments with managers/team. Chenle knows there’s changes that need to be made on the grou and the struggles need to be solved. He accepted these responsibilities and burdens but conflicts needed to be ended. It also seems like he had what he wanted and for some reason the company listens to what ha has to say when it comes to the inner conflicts of the group

Physical Health: Some headaches nothing more Mental Health: He doesn’t talk much about his mental health

Jisung

There’s a few things concerning Jisung. Firstly that he had a huge fight with one of NCT’s members and things went a little too far. However Jisung considers that it wasn’t his fault and he doesn’t has the conscience of his actions. I also feel like he is currently being hit by a strong return of karma. In another hand, he has found someone he has been crushing on, however this person is a little older than him and they are already on a relationship.

Career wise, Jisung is very lucky, good benefits and success keep coming his way, many opportunities, his life routine is set and he is just going with the flow. He will sacrifice things if it means to be able to do what he wants to do

Physical Health: No info  Mental Health: He feels extremely agitated mentally, also feel betrayed

Shotaro

So.. Remember he went through a date ban because he started to involve himself with the wrong person. It seems like he has no fucks to give to SM and he keeps seeing this person, mostly for the physical relationship they had. Both him and this person lie to one another about their situation. The person isn’t an idol, they are older and divorced

When it comes to his career he has a choice to make concerning the potential opportunities that were shown to him. However he doesn’t know what to take since he is scared that hs career keeps being on stand by or that it keeps being meaningless

Physical Health: Pains around his lumbar and hips, also some strong headaches Mental Health: mentally he isn’t on a good place, he is struck on things, he gets easily negative and he feels like his own mind is trapping him. He needs to focus on his emotional healing

Sungchan

He is still in a relationship with this other person, however things don’t go well, mostly because there is no mutual feelings between them, theres a lot fo miscommunication and arguments between them. Sungchan also knows he isn’t allowed to have any relationship at the moment.

Work wise I see something coming for him, solo project coming very soon (got the 11 in number, it might mean something). He has been working for it, he has gave a lot of sweat and thought. Sungchan isdefintily eager to show the world what he is capable

Physical Health: he needs to watch out for his chest and heart pains, but also all the pains he has on his stomach and legs/calves  Mental Health: doing well 

[phloxmagpie]

7, 37, and 38 for the writing game please! hope you're having a lovely day!

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

37. Talk about your current wips.

well, delinquents is a lot of fun rn because originally i envisioned rio and beth at the homecoming after-party as really snarky and sniping at each other—arguing for most of the night until the tension breaks when beth's upset and finds him after a fight with dean and he slides into something softer and easier with her now that they're isolated and away from everyone else. however, chapter 9 ended with rio sliding into a different mood than i expected after discovering the truth about beth via elena, which means that he's going into the party in a much different mood. he's not itching for a fight or aiming to rile beth up. he's actually very much accepted his feelings, and while he still doesn't know for sure what he wants to do with them, it means that he's going to be much softer much earlier and beth isn't going to know what to do with that.

i'm also still working on i'll fall if you do and there's this tiny bit at the end that i'm so, so excited for people to discover. literally can't wait.

aaaaaaand i've been messing around with plotting collect/capture, actually, and think i have an okay thread to start from to actually do some real planning eventually? hopefully? we'll see!

and because i'm me and can't ever commit to anything, yesterday i started writing a smutty AU where beth meets rio on an app to hook up with strangers as a form of revenge against dean when he cheats.

38. Talk about a review that made your day.

i got this incredibly nice review a few months ago on delinquents far after i'd posted the last chapter where someone was voraciously diving into it after starting the show post-cancellation, and it was so wonderful:

THIS FIC IS PERFECT, I CANNOT WAIT TO SEE WHERE IT GOES, I'VE BEEN REREADING SNAPSHOTS AND MAKING MY WAY THROUGH EVERY CHAPTER OF DELINQUENTS BUT GOING THROUGH THE LAST FEW MORE SLOWLY SO AS TO SAVOR THEM TO THE BEST OF MY ABILITY AND… IT'S PERFECT. the worldbuilding (good lord, no other author has ever made me actually care about OCs as much as I care about Mar and Elena and Mr. Stewart and Ms. Patel and Vanessa and ???? MY GOD), the characterization, the meticulous thought/details you've put into absolutely everything -- Jesus Christ, I've been going through the delinquents tag on your Tumblr and salivating knowing that this story is so thoughtfully planned out and it's a journey I'll get to go on as a reader I'm--

I also recently just got into good girls and am so very sad about the cancellation, so part of why im commenting is also to say that -- there will ALWAYS be new people getting into shows that have been cancelled, and once all the episodes are done and watched (or rewatched ;) fic is really the best way for these wonderful characters to live on and I'm just-- so GRATEFUL the brio fandom has this, and has this story, and I'm... floored, tbh. absolutely fucking floored. more coherent comments to come very soon but just wanted to leave this here as I'm still actively fangirling, AHHHH

i'm always extremely tickled when someone loves my OCs, when they mention trying to savor the story, but also just falling deeply into it and going through the whole thing. it made me v giddy and i so appreciate it. it definitely jump started my motivation to return to the 'verse because it came at a time when i hadn't been able to carve out some writing time for a while.

40 questions for fic writers

[awigglycultist]

hey quick question, i wanna get into watchers content, but im not sure where to start. too many spirits looks like a fun show where they just drink and tell stories, are you scared kinda looks cool, puppet history looks great, esp since i saw the last ep after i saw the hype and really enjoyed it, and there may be something else im forgetting, so what do you reccommend i do first?

OH SHIT SORRY JUST SAW THIS IDK WHEN YOU SENT IT

Okay so yeah there's a lot of Watcher shows and they're all great so I'll give a little break down of each so you hopefully decide based off what kind of stuff you like most, then I'll list my favorites

This will be in order of when the first ep of the series was uploaded:

Puppet History: it's a history show! And Shane Madej plays as a puppet called The Professor who teaches history the guests. Ryan Bergara is always a guest every episode, then theres one other person who will come onto the show as a guest, Ryan and the guest compete to answer questions throughout the show and who ever wins becomes History Master and gets the coveted history cup. Ryan never wins and becomes nemesis with The Professor. There's also songs each episode! And they're very fun! Also there's lore and it's insane. It has 4 seasons, 27 eps, and I would say is Watcher's most popular show, there will be many more seasons of this I'm sure. If you like history, songs and mysterious lore, then this is the show for you.

Watcher Weekly: This show was a weekly talk show that happened every Wednesday where the boys would talk about the lasted thing uploaded, what would be uploaded next, and would play some games or talk about random stuff. It's no longer going on, it had 39 episodes. If you wanna watch the boys talk more about bts and also see the boys just talking and stuff, then check this out.

Spooky Small Talk: Ryan goes into a haunted house (at Knotts Scary Farms) with a guest and interview them. Very fun learning about more these people and seeing them and Ryan get scared, or in Shane's case somehow not flich even a centimeter, at the same time. It only had 1 season, 4 eps, and its one of the less popular shows, and it's probably not likely to make a return, at least not soon. However if you like watching ppl get scared and talk about their life then maybe watch it.

Weird Wonderful World: Shane finds fun places to go and takes Ryan along with him. Super fun show of Shane and Ryan just going places and having fun. It's 2 seasons with 9 eps in total. It stopped due to covid but it was popular show so I'd say it'll hopefully return one day (I least I really really hope so I miss it alot).

Homemade: Steven Lim and sometimes a guest go to a restaurant and learn how to make a food from there, then they go to someones home and learn how their family makes the same food and then decide wether the restaurant or the homemade version is better. Great show if you wanna learn more about food and also if you wanna more chill show. Unfortunately it only has 1 season of 4 eps (it deserves more, I want this show back, I miss it okay).

Top 5 Beatdown: Shane, Ryan and guest(s) talk about their top 5s on random, meaningless topics. Basically 3 people, mainly Shane and Ryan, auguring for 20 mins, it's very fun. It has 2 seasons, with 10 eps, and I also miss this show and am waiting for its return.

Grocery Run: Steven and guest go to a grocery store, vibe and talk to each other, buy a bunch of food, Steven pays for it, and then they go home and the guest has to use those groceries to cook for Steven. Another pretty chill show. Also 1 season of 4 eps.

SD&D&D: short for Social Distancing and Dungeons and Dragons. This started when covid started ofc. Shane, Ryan, Steven and Katie LeBlanc play D&D and its very fun. Shane's the DM, Ryan, Steven and Katie's characters are extremely fun. It's 1 season with 8 episodes. I miss this show so damn much. If you like D&D check it out.

Are You Scared?: Ryan reads spooky stories to Shane. If you like horror you'll like this. And there's also awesome art to go along with the story. Great mix of scaryness and jokes & having fun between Ryan and Shane. For the first two seasons some of the stories were false, some were true, and the two would guess which it was. But now they're all fake. It's 4 seasons with 24 total eps.

Too Many Spirits: Steven makes alcoholic drinks, Ryan and Shane drink them and read spooky stories sent in by the audience. It's a very fun and chaotic show. Steven's bartending is insane and he seems drunk despite not drinking in the show. Ryan and Shane get drunk and ofc thats hilarious. The stories that are sent are also very funny. If you like chaos then this one you'll want to watch.

Dish Granted: Steven asks someone what their dream dish would be. Then he has 24 hours to make the perfect dream dish for them. It's fun and Steven is pretty chaotic and very stressed in the show, but then it's very sweet at the end when we get to watch the guest eat the dish.

There's also the one off Tourist Trapped: Shane and Ryan go to LA and Ryan takes them around to tourist attractions and Shane takes them to hidden gems. They were hoping that this would become a series but they couldn't immediately make it into a series due to money and then ofc covid happen which really ruined the chance of it happening. Which is really unfortunate cause the episode that they did make is really great, it's super fun and wholesome.

Oh and ofc finally: theres the upcoming Ghost Files, aka Buzzfeed Unsolved (Watcher's Version) aka Shane and Ryan quit Buzzfeed and then made their own ghost hunting show. But ofc this won't be out til 2022, but without it even being out yet we all already know this is gonna be a great show when it comes out.

Now finally my own personal favs: Puppet History, Too Many Spirits, Are You Scared?, Werid Wonderful World, Dish Granted. But really all of the shows a great and worth checking out.

[chellestrash]

Shower with the Tenet boys - headcanons

warnings: some mentions of smut :0

authors note: hey huns! all I want to say is that I know these are a bit shit, im trying to get back into writing since I haven't done this in a bit, so sorry for that. I have some more stuff planned but for now I hope you'll enjoy these lil headcanons I came up with.

Neil:

- Neil enjoys warm showers in the evenings.

- Especially the ones with you.

- He'll enter the bathroom before you to get the water and everything ready

- Even its not supposed to be a very romantic moment he’ll usually make sure the lights are dimmed

- Maybe light a candle or two

- Just to help your two relax, unwind a bit

- The days where you don’t need to relax after work are extremely rare...very rare

- You join him in the bathroom shortly after.

- „Come here.” He says and motions you to step closer

- He begins to undress you slowly, looking into your eyes glancing down only when another piece of clothing falls onto the floor

- You feel his very glance 

- He holds your hand to help you step into the shower and joins you soon after

- But not before he catches you eyeing him as he pulls his boxers down.

- “Hey!”

- “Wha- you just took all my clothes off you dont get to say HEY when I look at your ass, that’s not fair!”

- “Oh dont be so dramatic.” He jokes and quickly joins you.

- „Close your eyes now.” He tells you and you do what he asks for

- He places his hands on your neck and begins to massage, slowly moving his fingers up into your hair

- You close your eyes tilting your head forward to rest it on his chest

- „Does that feel nice?” He asks and you moan quietly in return

- He huffs out a little laugh „well I didn't know it felt THAT good” he teases you a bit and you look up at him.

- „Oh shut up”

- He finishes off the massage and places a soft kiss on your forehead

- You know you can’t just waist the water like this but you also wish you could just stay in the shower for some time

- Your wash each other quickly and Neil leaves the shower first

- With a towel wrapped around his hips, he holds one up for you

- You step out of the shower and let him wrap it around you

- You dry his off hair using another towel before you both get into bed together

- Ready to hopefully get some actually sleep this time

Ives:

- When you and Ives shower together it's usually in the mornings

- He enters the bathroom when he hears you turn the water on and acts like its a completely normal thing that he's in there with you

- „Well, go on dove, are you getting in?”

- He asks as he leans on the doorframe

- There are days when he gets in first and waits for you to join him

- But he usually prefers to watch you get ready first

- You undress slowly. Knowing how it makes him feel you make sure to put on a little show

- You show off what you know he enjoys most and act completely innocent when you notice him shift his position slightly

- He clears his throat and you look up at him with a small smirk

- „Enjoying the view?”

- „More than I’d like to admit dove.” He states as he begins to undress

- „Oh.. yeah I can see that.” You let out a small laugh as you enter the shower

- He likes to watch you for a bit before he decides to join you

- It’s not some kind of a mystery that Ives enjoys a nice fuck

- Your shower sessions often turn into steamy make-out sessions that then lead to some pretty enjoyable time

- „It is a good way to start your day.”

- He’ll say after you’re both done and hes not wrong. You agree completely.

- He holds you close as he helps you clean off

- After all…you were supposed the shower

- Even with your wet hair sticking to your face he’ll call you „the pretties looking thing he’s ever seen”

- At least twice each morning

- You kiss him over your shoulder and lean back on his chest as you let the clod water wash over you

The protagonist.

- TP will join you in the bathroom as you’re getting ready

- Either for bed or the day

- He’ll sit watch you for a bit before you’ll notice him in the mirror

- „And what are you looking at sir?” You joke when he gets up and approaches you

- Wrapping his arms around you he places a kiss on the side of your neck

- „I wasn’t looking at anything” he starts „just thinking.”

- You told your head to the side slightly and lift your eyebrow.

- „About?” You ask curiously.

- „About how a shower together would be a perfect way to finish this day?”

- „You’ve been saying that every day for at last a week now.”

- You chuckle as you look at him in the mirror and rest your hand on his cheek

- „And…Was I ever wrong?”

- You shake your head with a little laugh and turn to face him, placing a gentle kiss on his lips you push him away slightly

- „Well go get the water ready then.”

- He does exactly that and turns back around to watch you throw your clothes onto the floor

- He swallows hard, a bit embarrassed that seeing you like this gets him so bad every time

- You walk past him with a smirk and enter the shower

- „Well, are you gonna join me or?”

- „Right!” He cuts you off and you watch as he desperately tries to win a fight with his shirt

- „Ah look who’s here.” You tease him when he finally joins you.

- „I was just about to leave-„ You pretend to squeeze past him but he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you right back under the water

- „Oh, no sweetheart. We’re just getting started.

[reidgraygubler]

a different type of high (spencer reid/reader) pt 6

Title: A Different Type of High (part six)

Request: no

Couple: spencer reid/gender-neutral!reader

Category: spicy fluff (RATED T)

Content Warning: swearing, talk about and allusions to sex, making out, mentions of dying, mentions of drug use (Dialiludid and Oxycodone), withdrawal and symptoms of withdrawal, attending narcotics anonymous, struggling with sobriety, mildly ooc spencer

Word Count: 3,637

Summary: Spencer and the team plan a dinner party to celebrate Reader’s 6-month anniversary of being clean. Reader and Spencer make a risky decision that could hurt their friendship 

A/N: Oh goodness, I’m so sorry this part took so long to be posted. I’ve had half of it written for a few weeks, and then I’ve been sitting on the other half bc it originally contained smut. I sat and thought about it for a few days, and I decided at extreme last minute to edit it and make it just spicy fluff, with a rating of pg13-T for the allusions of and talks of sex. I had my best friend proofread this and made sure it was a-okay to post with those ratings! i also edited all the parts so they could be for a gender-neutral reader! so please let me know if this part (or any other part) has an issue with pronouns. Again, im so sorry it took so long for this part to be posted. anyways, thank you all for the love and support! check out my masterlist!

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"Six months," I looked down at the token in hand. My eyes stayed glued to it for what seemed like an eternity, only looking away when there was a knock on the door. It wasn’t for 6 months, though, it was still my 5-month token. We’d be going to get my 6-month chip in a little bit...

"I hope you're not doing something stupid in there!" Spencer spoke on the other side of the door. I smiled before pulling the door open. He was leaning beside the door, waiting for me to leave. “I thought you’d never leave,” he looked over at me with a smile. I stepped more out of the bathroom and looked up at him. 

“Nope, just going to the bathroom,” I lied, but still kept a smile on my lips. I try not to lie to Spencer, but for some reason, this one was different. If I had it my way, I would keep myself locked in the bathroom, and never having to leave again. “Do you have to go? It’s free now,” I gestured towards the door. Spencer looked down at me with a raised eyebrow. “Although, I’d give it a minute…” I looked down at the ground and shrugged.

“Are you okay?” He asked, following beside me as I walked towards his bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at him as he stood right in front of me. "Six months, that's quite the achievement,” he whispered as he sat beside me.

“I’m just nervous… That’s all,” I shrugged as I looked over at him, “I already want the day to be over… Is that bad to say?” I rested my head on his shoulder after I leaned on him. 

“No, I don’t think so,” Spencer shook his head, “I think it’s totally valid. This is the first time that you’ve made it to such a big accomplishment… It’s exciting, it’s nerve-wracking…” he whispered. 

“I think it’s more than nerve-wracking…” my voice was hardly a whisper. “We should go. The faster we go, the faster we can get this over with,” I looked up at him and shrugged. 

“We should get going. It’s a very important meeting for you today. Gotta get that coin,” Spencer laughed, before standing up. I sighed deeply before standing up. I rolled my eyes. “It’ll be over faster than you think it will,” he wrapped his arm around me as he walked me outside. The weather drastically changed over the last six months, I’ve forgotten how nice Maryland can be when it’s not cold and snowy. And, as soon as we stepped outside, a warm breeze brushed across my skin and through my hair. I smiled, relaxing my shoulders slightly.

“It’s so nice out,” I looked up at Spencer and smiled. He returned the expression and looked around the street.

“Yeah, it is nice, isn’t it?” he looked back down at me with a soft smile. 

“We should go to the Washington Monument! I want to see the cherry blossoms! I’m sure they’re nice and bloomed and super pretty,” I suggested, hoping he’d want to go.

“I mean, if I have time. We have cases coming in left and right,” Spencer replied, making me feel sadder. I pouted.

“Yeah, that’s right. I guess I’ll just have to go,” I looked up at him with a sly smile.

“And, you’ll have to take lots of photos for me,” he smiled at me again. I rolled my eyes before tucking myself closer into his side.

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“I’m taking you out, come on,” Spencer grabbed my hand to pull me to my feet. I looked up at him and furrowed my eyebrows.

“What? Why?” I spoke, still staying on the couch. But, when he did finally get me on my feet, I yelped and fell into his body. Spencer wrapped his arms around my body to keep me steady. “We just got back!” I looked up as I tried to escape his grip.

“Because… You’re six months clean and that’s something worth celebrating,” he smiled as he looked down at me. “And, you deserve to be celebrated,” he whispered before poking my nose. I wrinkled my face and stuck my tongue out. “Please, for me?” he added. I dropped my shoulders. See, that’s not fair. He knows I’d do anything for him. And, if anything includes going out to celebrate something, then I guess I’ll have to do it.

“Okay, fine. You win. We can go out. But I don’t have anything nice to wear,” I spoke as I stepped away from Spencer’s embrace and towards his bedroom. I’ve basically moved into his place sometime over the last 6 months. So it could be our bedroom. But, it's an unofficial move in. I still have my shit in my shit apartment. “Granted, I don’t have much clothing here,” I looked back over at him and shrugged. It was just something to be planted in his head, maybe he’ll offer me to move in with him. Or maybe not. He’ll probably say that it isn’t very smart, me living with him. 

“I guess it’s a good thing that there’s something in the bedroom for you,” Spencer smiled as he dropped his head to his shoulder. I raised an eyebrow before looking into his room. “Jennifer and Penelope helped pick it out,” his voice followed me as I entered the room. 

“You didn’t have to get me this, Spencer,” I looked at him, awe in my eyes as I looked between him and the very nice clothing that was laid out on his bed. I honestly probably wouldn’t wear it out much. But if he takes me out to celebrate big milestones, then I’ll have an excuse to wear it.

“Of course I did. You should get to wear something nice on such a big night out. You get changed, I have to make a phone call real quick.” Spencer smiled at me before leaving me alone in his bedroom. I looked back down at the clothes and sighed deeply before changing out of my dingy sweater and jeans and into the dress. I looked down at my body before slowly leaving the room.

“I hate this,” I looked at Spencer, who was sitting on the couch, reading a book while he waited for me to finish getting dressed. He was quick to stand, nearly dropping his book to the ground as he looked at me. “Whaddya think?” I smiled at him before looking down at the clothes. 

“You look… It looks good,” Spencer looked up at me with a smile. I looked back up at him for a brief moment, only to look away. I could feel a heat grow on my cheeks as I walked towards him. “Oh, uh… Are you ready?” He watched as I grabbed for a sweater he let me borrow. 

 “Only if you are, you’re the one who planned this whole thing. I was fine just staying home,” I shrugged as I followed beside him. I didn’t want to argue with him on this one, though. He wanted to do something special for me, because this was a big milestone. And, it’s the first time I’ve ever made it to 6 months. Hopefully, it’s the only time I make it this far. But, who knows, bad things happen to good people. 

“I’m not going to be embarrassed, am I?” I looked up at Spencer as we walked out of his apartment. He grasped my hand as he led me out of the building.

“No, you… You shouldn’t be embarrassed,” Spencer furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head. 

I don’t know why, but all I could think about was going to a restaurant on my birthday when I was younger… And, you know how the waiters and waitresses would crowd around and sing you their lame version of happy birthday, while forcing you to wear a hat that dozens of other people have worn… Their stupid birthday schtick? Remember? Ah, those were the good times, when Mom wasn’t out of her mind. But, I don’t think Spencer would force people to sing me a stupid song and wear a stupid hat for being clean of drugs for 6-months...

“I’m trusting you on this,” I smiled at him as we walked towards his car, “no one’s gonna sing like a song or anything?” I looked over at him as I slid into his car. He looked down at me with furrowed eyebrows, confusion on his face. Then it hit me that he had no idea what I was talking about.  

“No…. No one’s going to sing to you,” he looked at me, his tone heavily confused. 

“Nothing to worry about then,” I smiled as he pushed the door shut. I quickly buckled in and waited for Spencer to get into the driver’s side. I looked over at him with a smile as he got in. “I was just thinking… On the rare occasion when mom wasn’t awful, she’d take me out to eat, and a lot of the times it was my birthday… You remember that? And then they embarrass the fuck out of you,” I sighed as I looked at him. 

“No… That never happened to me,” he glanced at me as he started his car.

“That’s a shame, we should change that,” I smiled evilly at him as he started to drive. 

“I hate that you’re looking at me like that,” he looked at the road as he drove to our destination, “Do I even want to know?”

“No, but you’ll find out someday,” I smiled at him.

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Spencer and I were very quiet as entered his apartment. I think that goes to show just how exhausted we both were. Considering he had brought me to his friend’s house, where the rest of his team was, to celebrate. It’s not that the people were exhausting, it’s just that we were out late, and I’m very emotional.

Which was the reason why I found myself crawling into bed in just a shirt and underwear. I could hear Spencer’s laughter as I got comfortable, but struggled with the blanket.

“I’m so tired,” I sighed as I pulled the blanket over my body. The bed shifted as Spencer climbed in beside me. “Like, all the tireds… Sleepy, mentally, emotionally, psychically,” I looked at him as I pressed my head into the pillow.

“Rossi does know how to have a dinner party. Six months is a pretty big thing to celebrate.” Spencer hummed as he moved closer to me. I looked up at him and smiled. 

“You didn’t have to plan a party for me. I would have been okay staying here,” I whispered as I got comfortable in his form.

My back was pressed right to Spencer’s chest, just like many nights before. His arm was wrapped around my middle to hold me as close as possible to him. My legs were tangled up with his. I let out a deep breath of air before smiling to myself.

“I’m proud of you, you know that?” Spencer whispered, his nose brushing over the shell of my ear. I rolled my shoulders and hummed happily. 

“Now it’s your turn,” I mumbled as I shifted slightly. I knew he was still struggling. It’s not easy… And Dilaudid seems like a kick to the ass drug. He’s trying though. He’s trying his hardest. I just wish there was a way I could help him. I knew he had been struggling more often recently. I would be too if my mentor left unexpectedly. It wasn’t fair to him, or the rest of his team. He gets to have a bit of a struggle, he shouldn’t have to though. The man who replaced Gideon though, David Rossi, is a nice guy. But I know Gideon was like his father figure to him. 

Spencer let out a breath of air through his nose. His air tickling my skin and moving my hair. “I couldn’t have done it without you, ya’ know?” I mumbled, nuzzling my head into the pillow more. It was Spencer’s turn to hum. “And, I’m more than willing to be by your side,” I whispered, hoping he didn’t hear me. But, he did, because he just hugged me harder.

I know it’s only 6 months and not the rest of my life. But, without Spencer, I don’t think I could have gotten to the 6-month point. And, to be honest, I might be dead. 

“That’d mean the world to me,” he whispered softly. I turned around so I was facing him. He looked down at me with a small smile. “I’m doing better, you know,” he spoke softly. I looked at him and nodded. “It’s just hard… With Gideon leaving… It just feels like everyone’s leaving,” he sniffled softly. 

“I’m not leaving… And, by the looks of it all, you have an entire family that isn’t leaving you, Spencer,” I kept my eyes on him, watching as he looked down at me. He stayed quiet, mulling over the words I had just said.

In fact, that left us in a comfortable silence. My eyes stayed glued to him, whereas his were closed. I knew he wasn’t asleep though. Spencer never sleeps. I knew our day wasn’t over yet. We always talked more before either of us fell asleep.

But... something scared me. The way he held onto me. He held me like I would go missing in the morning when he did eventually wake up. His grip around my waist and torso was tight, like I was a stuffed animal and he was the owner. Part of me wondered if he feared I was a drug-induced hallucination and would vanish in thin air. I wish there was a way I could tell him, to convince him that I wouldn’t ever disappear like that. 

His nose twitched as he rubbed his face into the pillow under his head. He slowly opened his eyes and looked back at me, the exhaustion of the day sitting in his eyes and expression. I understood that feeling. But, if he was anything like me, and he is a lot like me, I knew that even though he was exhausted, sleep wouldn’t find us in a while. 

“Go to sleep,” he whispered, closing his eyes as he pretended to sleep. I laughed lightly, causing him to glare at me. 

“I’m not tired, and I know you’re not either. You’re faking it,” I muttered as I shifted even closer to him. I still kept my head tilted up so I could look at him. “You know I’m right,” I whispered, a smile suddenly appearing on my lips. 

“I’m not arguing your statement, am I?” Spencer replied, a smile growing on his lips. I almost kissed him. At that moment, it felt right. Our sudden sarcastic banter just made me want to kiss him. 

“No, no you’re not,” I laughed lightly as I looked at him. Spencer kept his eyes on me, hugging me harder as he tried to bring me closer to him. But at this point if I was any closer to him, I’d probably be in him. “Can I ask you a question,” I whispered so softly. If it was daylight or any other time of day, with any sound, I wouldn’t be heard. Spencer laughed before reopening his eyes.

“You just did,” he retorted as he looked at me. I rolled my eyes as I readjusted, moving so I was more face to face with him instead of face to chest. 

“I meant a real question, Agent Reid,” I stuck my tongue out at him. The smile that grew on his lips made me feel warm, and I couldn’t help but laugh. 

“You can always ask me a question, and you don’t even have to ask,” Spencer replied, his smile becoming more genuine than before. I could feel my heart beating as I looked at him. My body felt like it was flooding with a feeling that I’ve never felt towards another person… I just couldn’t put a name to it yet.

“Can I kiss you,” I whispered. It just happened. The words fell from my mouth, like I had no control over my mouth and the words I was saying. And now that the words hung in the air, I was left just staring at Spencer, and my heart in my throat. 

The expression on his face told me he was thinking about it. But the long silence was beginning to make me feel nervous. What if I ruined it all? What if I just ruined my friendship with Spencer all because I wanted to kiss him? It’s just my luck though, I get something so beautiful and so precious, I ruin it, or it gets ruined. But in this case… It was my own fault and doing. 

The next thing I knew, Spencer’s hands were cupping my cheeks, and his lips were against mine. It felt like the wind was knocked out of me with the sudden action. I was a little caught off guard. I guess his prolonged silence just convinced me nothing was going to happen. But I was definitely happy that it did, indeed, happen. And, I definitely enjoyed it. 

His lips were soft, yet somehow slightly chapped. I could feel the moisture on his lips from when he licked them moments ago, and I could taste the tiny bit of wine he had just an hour ago. The warmth of his body made me feel safe as I gravitated closer into his body. My heart pounded in my chest, and I wondered if he could feel it against his. My hands gravitated towards his head, my fingers getting tangled in his hair. 

Spencer hummed as I gently tugged on the hair on the back of his neck. The breath from his nose tickled around my lips and nose. Every movement he made, my body was quick to follow. I just couldn’t get enough of him, and he knew that. 

He was gentle as he moved so he was over me. His arms were wrapped around my torso, holding me close to his body. I knew I wanted to further what was happening, and part of me could sense Spencer did too. I pulled my head away, pressing it into the pillow a little bit so I could look up at him. He returned the look, but a certain fire was in his eyes. 

“Can we,” I stopped myself from talking, worried that I was even more out of line for asking if we could have sex. At least I’m asking. “We don-” I continued, but failed when Spencer pressed his lips to mine. 

“Yeah… Yeah we can,” he muttered before going to take off his shirt.  

{***}{***}{***}

It was honestly better than any type of high I’ve had before. Definitely better than marijuana, or oxycodone, or Dilaudid. I wonder if Spencer thought the same about that. This was probably safer too. You can’t overdose on sex, can you? Damn, I guess if that’s how I go… That’s how I go.

“Hey,” Spencer looked down at me with a small smile. I swallowed roughly before returning the smile to him. He brushed my hair away from my face before holding both my cheeks in his hands.

“Hey,” I returned the smile with a small giggle. Spencer laughed before kissing me again. It was tender and passionate with this kiss, and I wanted to melt into him. His hands were still on my cheeks, holding my face.

“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you or anything? Did I?” He asked, his tone heavily laced with worry. He moved his nose so it brushed against mine, smushing it to my face. I laughed and shook my head. 

“No, no, Spencer. You didn’t hurt me,” I laughed as I pressed my hands to his chest. “I don’t think you could hurt me… No matter what you do,” I quietly whispered. Spencer looked down at me and smiled.

“I promise I won’t ever hurt you,” he returned in a whisper, "and I won't ever leave you." 

“In all seriousness, though, I didn’t know I had a sex drive like that…” I laughed, watching as Spencer sat up and away from me. “I mean, after all the oxy I’ve taken…” I shrugged, sitting up and wrapping a blanket around my body. Spencer looked over at me with a raised eyebrow as he stood up. 

“Considering it’s been six months, you don’t have it in your system anymore,” he looked at me for a moment before grabbing his boxers and an undershirt. “I’m getting you water, do you want anything else?” He walked around the bed and came to stand beside me. I looked up at him and pushed out my lips, silently asking for a kiss. Spencer smiled before pecking my lips quickly. 

“I’m okay with water,” I watched as he walked away. He nodded before leaving me alone in his room (Again, I would go as far as to say our room. But I don’t exactly live with him… full time). 

  When I finished cleaning myself up in his bathroom, I grabbed one of his shirts and a pair of boxers, and I sat on the center of the bed, waiting for him to return. 

I realized something while I was waiting for him to come back to bed. And it’s something I don’t think I could ever tell him. Because, if I tell him this, I’d probably lose him. I don’t think I could handle losing Spencer.

 I loved him. I loved Spencer Reid and that was probably going to be the thing that killed me.

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[junquisite]

Blind Date

WORD COUNT : 1.3K

GENRE : Fluff,  Wookjin/ Nine X OC

WARNING : None

NOTE : This is my first Onlyoneof fic so like..enjoy!

There are a lot of ways a blind coffee date can go for you. Mostly it is meeting someone you have never met before, smiling awkwardly in the beginning and hopefully it gets better and more comfortable and if all goes well, you find yourself with a second date, probably a dinner date.

For Bora, it went NOTHING like that. 

It started normally - a Saturday morning filled with her best friend raiding her closet and making her try any cloth combination she deems fit until choosing the one she actually said she wanted to try - a simple knee-length beige one piece and a cardigan around her shoulder lest it gets chilly in the evening. She reached the cafe with regular messages from the same best friend on her phone about how she’ll probably sweep the guy off his feet because she looked so pretty.

It was a blind date. Her first one at that, set by an office friend that she gave into after about 4 times of being asked. 10 minute passes and she just assumed he was late. She ordered herself some water when the waiter came.

20 minute passed. Then 25. Then 30. Eventually she could feel the stares of the staff and people pitying and there was only so long she could wait for a date she knew she had been stood up for. 

As soon as she pushed her chair back though, the chair in front of her was pulled back and a young man bowed at her as he rushed out, “I’m sorry i’m so late, you had to wait too long didn't you?” he said as he sat and signed at her to sit too.

She took the seat and stared at him. Okay so it was not as much as a blind date per se, she had seen the picture of the guy she was supposed to meet and this extremely handsome idol looking DEFINITELY younger guy was not him.

“Who are you?” was what she asked first and he gave her a shy smile.

“Jung Wookjin. I know I had no right to come and sit here but I was here to meet with someone who had to cancel out and it looked like you were stood up too so I thought maybe we could bond over our broken hearts.”

She stared a bit at him, utterly confused and trying to understand why he was here which apparently made him uncomfortable as he started fidgeting.

“If you want to leave I will understand.” he said as he looked sideways and a giggle escaped her lips. He looked so cute, pouting slightly like that.

“I’m Kim Bora.'' The smile she got at her response made her look away. She wasn't used to sitting in front of cute men, she was bound to turn red.

“So how old are you Bora-ssi?”

“Aah im 24, you?” she asked and he smirked at her.

“I'm turning 22 soon, can I call you Noona thne?” she nodded as she sighed in relief when the waiter came to take their order.

The slight awkward conversation took a turn for the better with every passing second until they looked out and saw it was getting dark. They decided to leave then and as they walked towards the subway station, Wookjin grabbed her arm to stop her.

“Noona.. Why don't we have dinner too? I mean there is this restaurant nearby that I have heard alot about and I would like to try but I have never had anyone to go with and you are here now but of course you don't have to say yes-” his rambling stopped when she started laughing.

“I'm hungry anyway, lets go.” she said as his eyes gleamed with happiness, and during the whole small walk of 5 minutes, he went on and on about the reviews of that restaurant.

The dinner date too, went effortlessly smoothly as the coffee date had gone. They were not even halfway done with dinner when plans for the next date were made - to watch a movie the next day only they both apparently have been wanting to. By the time dinner ended, plans to meet for lunch during their breaks on monday were also made since their offices were nearby.

Phone numbers were exchanged amidst laughter and giggles over stories, incidents at works and even university life popped up. It was fun - Wookjin was fun, Bora realised as time passed. He had this really bright personality and the way to tell even mundane stories as if they were the best thing that ever happened. And the way his whole attention was on her when she spoke, asking questions and wanting to know her- it had been a while since she had felt such a connection with someone in a short span of time and any doubts she had before of maybe she was moving too fast went out of the window by the time they left the restaurant.

It was nighttime and slightly chilly as she wrapped the cardigan around her tightly and rubbed her hands. It was cute how he grumbled slightly and she turned to ask him what was wrong.

“Your cardigan makes everything tough Noona. I could have offered you my jacket when you would have complained about the cold weather but no, you brought the cardigan.” he whined as he glared daggers at the cardigan around her. His whiny tone along with his comment made her laugh so hard she was almost sure there were tears in her eyes.

His little giggles at her laughter and pinkish cheeks did not escape her eyes and she stood up on her tiptoes to pinch his cheeks.

“You’re so cute.”

“I'm not cute Noona, I'm not supposed to be cute!”

Even the way he complained was endearing to Bora as she dragged him towards the subway station.

Half an hour later, he was standing in front of her apartment building as he had insisted on walking her home even when she insisted she could go and it was a safe area.

“I had fun today Noona.” he said as he smiled shyly at her. 

“Me too. I'm kind of glad my blind date didn't turn up.” 

“Im happy too. Can I confess something before we end this date?” he asked and she nodded, curious about his confession.

“My friend did not bail on me, they were running a bit late and I was the only one who cancelled because I wanted to sit with you. I didn't want anything that might happen between us to be founded on lies.”

Well that..doesn't really change anything but is still news for her. It was also slightly flattering to know this and he had already said about 10 times that it was not out of pity why he came to sit with her. And the fact that he was not only adorable, intelligent and interesting but also mature? 

“I.. it's alright I suppose? Although I feel bad for your friend who you cancelled on because of me.”

“He’ll be fine.” he said with a huge smile which made her smile in return.

After a few seconds of simply looking at each other, Wookjin was the first to look away. After clearing his throat and with a clearly red face, he looked at her and said, “So I uhh-- will get going Noona.”

It was a spur of the moment thing. She had not planned for it to happen at all but something about his red face made her want to tease him even more as she pulled him down from the lapel of his jacket and left a small kiss on his cheek.

The result was satisfactory - his face turned even more red, which she did not knew was possible, and he stuttered out incomprehensibly for a few seconds. It was cute, just like everything else about him as she had come to realise.

“I’ll see you tomorrow Wookijn-ah?” she asked as he nodded quickly and then finally looked up at her with the biggest smile on his adorable red face. 

She really was happy her blind date stood her up.

[solarcal]

new post time! @wolfstar-flatsky cause yeah it was getting rllyyyyy long and is about to get a whole bunch longer cause i figured some stuff out so gonna talk about that too 😌

also im currently making the post about my ocs and that story sooo 👀 hopefully i dont get sidetracked and finish that soon lol 😅

they do know the rebirth cycle, not like right away but they learn from a young age but lmaoo i didnt think of that, god that would be so funny, just “shit did i actually already do this or is this a feeling from my past life? hmmmmmm” but yeah they do know where they came from and where they’ll return to

mm yeah the spirits are like grandparents watching little kids run around like awww look how much energy they have, they’re having so much fun, so cute :3

im glad you like that idea so much!! i was really struggling to find a reason why the spirits had so many copies of the exact same clothes or how they were so accurate with haircuts or something and then i was like wait! its my world i dont have to follow logic! and bam magic :3 on the teaching part, its probably either the first time, they help guide your light into the right shape so you know how it feels and you can then recreate it or like they somehow gift you the knowledge, maybe by giving you a bit of their light so you carry that piece of them and that knowledge with you forever idk which do you like better? which works better?

haha yes they can actually talk, bc otherwise my story is gonna get real complicated real fast, emotes and calls dont rlly exist bc that’d be weird, not being allowed to wave cause u havent met someone and you can see other people without having to light them and you can talk to them freely without having to be friends because lol that wouldnt make sense, but this does mean if you want to dance, you have to actually learn it, you cant just watch a spirit do it and then perfectly copy it but! sky kids are extremely expressive :3 the move around a lot! gesturing with their hands and pointing and just very bouncy and flappy hands :333 cause i said so and they deserve it 😌

okay onto some new ish stuff that i thought of :p

so like economy and money is sky, uh theres isnt really one? like money doesnt exist and so usually sky kids will just give things away for free or trade things, like if youre a seamstress and you want a special wood carving you can offer an outfit or something in exchange, people are incredibly kind and if you give them something for free, they will remember it and be sure to pay it back later

also because of this, its next to impossible to be poor, you dont have to buy or pay for a house, if youre down on your luck, people will just help you out, giving you clothes and food, a place to stay for a while so you can look for your own house comfortably

speaking of houses, since sky kids are so nomadic almost? many families will have more than one house in different areas, they have their permanent house which is where they live most of the time and have most of their stuff in but sky kids will have extra, usually smaller houses, in other areas to vacation in or move to if they want a change of scenery for a while or if they travel a lot, they can stay in their extra house while passing through, like a large family could have a big house in village of dreams but then have a beach house in Binial for when they want to adopt a moth or one in Hirthlim to stay in while passing through or maybe they’ll get a house just cause it looks pretty while passing by 😊

also, houses are like, free lol, there are sky kids that just build them for fun and as long as its structurally sound, they can build it however they want! so theres many different types and colors and shapes of houses and lots of empty free ones, if you want a house, you simply need to hang a wreath of flowers on the door to show its claimed and that no one else can have it, every house has basic furniture which is needed because if you a wandering sky kid, you can stay in an empty unclaimed house for a day or two instead of sleeping outside, though some still do that (theres not rlly any hotels, well there is a couple in Valem and Empyrean but you mainly go there as a vacation, to relax and not have to cook your own food or make your own bed or anything)

anyway! got extremely off track there lol, starting rambling about the sky housing market :sweat:

uhh okay so like sky doesnt have an army, cause theres nothing to fight, but there are people who like spar for fun, like boxing or martial arts or like archery and fencing, plus most sky kids are trained in basic survival like climbing and fishing, just in case for when they are out exploring or wandering, most people are nice but there are a very very small amount of sky kids that others might need to defend themselves against (like that evil person hiding in Gaial 👀)

oooo fun time! its time for calendars and celebrations!! :DDD

okay okay so like god im not making a whole new calendar system so its the normal january to december, monday to sunday 24 hour day system, they have clocks to keep track but no one rlly bothers with them, they go off of the sun or moon in the sky and its always a vague time if they do use a clock, like two friends could agree to meet at like 3 pm and it wouldnt be uncommon for them to actually meet at 3:30-4 pm, scribes in the library are the ones keeping track of the years and major events and such

each realm has its own personal holidays but ima talk about the sky wide holidays first

each holiday lasts a month, so there are 12 major holidays, people dont celebrate every single day of the month obviously but it makes it easier to meet far away friends and family and making time for everyone, plus the mood and festivities can continue for longer :3 most of the holidays are based off of ones already in the game but theres two ive added and ive changed the others to fit better

-days of fortune is jan, specifically the first; theres fireworks and wishing everyone happiness and success and its incredibly popular time to change professions or try something new, moths come down more often in isle as well

-days of love is feb, specifically mid feb; this is when you just let people you know you love them, adoptions and confessions are very common in love, its a very soft emotional month

-days of prayer is march; this is when everyone thanks Megabird for all its done and wishes it well in it’s journey through the universe and usually they ask for advice or wishes during this month as its rude to do it any other month, this is also generally the month when moths learn more about Megabird and the religion

-days of bloom is april; celebrating the start of spring! the flowers are blooming and the air is sweet and everyone is energized for the coming months, moths born during this time are more playful than most

-days of nature is may; everyone takes a little time to appreciate the world they live in and how well it takes care of them and they take care of it, people visit their favorite locations and enjoy the scenery, photo taking and painting/sketching rises dramatically in this month as everyone wants a memory of where they’ve been

-days of rainbow is june; rainbows appear frequently around the world of sky! due to the fact that Megabird flies in front of the sun and the rainbows are a sliver of it’s brilliance reflected on the world

-days of sky is july; this was the month that either Resh was born or made king, depending who you ask, but generally people send gifts to him as thanks or be grateful for the services he provides such as the boat transportation system and the researchers

-days of summer is aug; the crops are growing and being harvested food is plentiful its a time for long days of hard rewarding work and storing the food away for feast, sky kids that arent farmers come to help them with either temporary labor or taking care of them after the long days in the fields

-days of lights is sept; Megabird draws closer to sky so everyone’s light grows brighter so for this month people start glow, the glow starts at the beginning of sept grows brighter and then mid month starts to dim so by the end of sept everyone is normal again, moths born in this month naturally glow a little year round and is the brightest sky kids during lights, makes them very easy to spot haha

-days of mischief is oct; time for funny pranks and tricks! everyone can dress up and be a little crazy! its a giggley time and people are relaxing after the harvest

-days of remembrance is nov; this is when people remember those who are gone, its days of the dead type thing, but its a sad kind of happy, cause they know their loved ones are safe and well and theyll see them again and it isnt forever, theyll return to sky one day; they cooked their favorite foods and visit their favorite places and tell stories and memories about them, its a very mellow time

-days of feast is dec; theyve celebrated their lost family now time to celebrate their current family! huge huge meals, people coming from all over to meet up, gifts are given and merry times are had!

i had this set up so you had remembrance with remembering your dead family and friends, then feast with appreciating your living family and friends and then fortune where you look forward to new family and friends to come, i like that bit a lot so i had to point it out to u :3

okay this is getting reallyyy long but i promise im gonna tell you about area specific holidays and explain food and how that works next time cause that’s gonna be a whole thing and its kinda important but god i talked a lot haha so ill leave that til next time :3

[ushijimas-koibito]

request no. 1

request: clingy ushiwaka. the partner has the same haircut as him and is trying to get their work done.

author’s note: thank you so much @im-cold-so-gimme-your-hoodie​! i appreciate your request and will give it my best. i hope you enjoy and i look forward to hearing your feedback. 

title: toshi comes home.

warnings: suggestive behavior, kissing, nudity, cheese, fluff

listening: crush on you by elijah who; it’s finally raining again by elijah who; sincerely, yours by nohidea; my new love by elijah who; frozen by sabrina claudio; wanna know by sabrina claudio; this town by ama lou; could’ve been by H.E.R and bryson tyler; i fall in love too easily by caleb belkin; wild by dijon; goodbye, good luck by sad face; laundry day by joey pecorano; monday loop by tomppabeats; give me something by joey pecorano

5:30; his flight should land soon and he would be back in your arms. ushijima wakatoshi, your partner, was returning home today after a very long national press tour. the two of you had video chatted every night, but it wasn’t the same as having him here with you. you felt a little guilty as you wait there in the airport lobby answering emails. you thought you timed everything right. you were sure you would finish everything for work by tuesday; and you would… but today is monday. how you got the dates confused, you will never know as you are an extremely punctual, efficient, and timely person. you had to be as a project manager for a major up-and-coming tech company. you and ushijima were something of a power couple. two of the youngest but most powerful people in your respective fields. you were each a force to be reckoned with.

 you looked around the airport a moment, although mostly empty, you still managed to turn heads. you turned towards the windows looking out over the parking deck and caught a glimpse of yourself in the reflection. you adjusted the collar of your shirt and curled a face framing hair around your finger to smooth out the little bit of frizz. you hoped he liked it on you. you usually kept your hair quite long, at least to your shoulders, but the notion of having to style it and losing minutes to your hair was something you couldn’t take anymore. it looked very similar to ushijima’s hair, save for your hair being a different color and texture. the slight wave of your hair annoyed you but it was one of ushijima’s favorite things. the more you thought about it the more you realized almost everything that annoyed you about yourself was something he loved. he was always picking up on your quirks and insecurities and he found a way to romanticize them. he was just that way, seeing beauty in strange things, glamor in the mundane, and depth in simplicity. you checked your watch and turned to the gate. he was landing shortly. 

you noticed a few paparazzi scuttle in and you tighten your jaw. couldn’t they leave him alone for just one day? you thought to yourself as you pulled the front hem of your blazer. you push your glasses up the bridge of your nose and straighten your posture and walk closer to the gate. ushijima would be in a much better mood if you were the first to intercept him instead of the paparazzi. as you walk toward the gate you hear the sound of a shutter click and a flash go off. you whip your head towards the young cameraman who has been stopped by an older journalist, “what are you doing? that’s not him.” the cameraman looks at you a moment longer before turning away under the pressure of your icy gaze. you check your reflection in your phone, my hair isn’t exactly like his, you ponder, is it?

at that moment you get a text from ushijima, be there soon. waiting for bags. can’t wait to see you. missed you, my dear. you smile and open your emails to squeeze in some more work. you always miss wakatoshi when he leaves and you hate that your first day back together will be spent with you working. if you don’t finish the work tonight, it will cut into your time together with the few days you have before he leaves again. the sooner you both get home, the sooner you could finish your work, the sooner you could be together with no distractions. he was sure to be frustrated but understanding.

 the doors opened and there he was walking toward you. his usually serious expression faded away and a smile crept its way across his face. he walked directly up to you and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. “hello, my dove,” he rested his forehead against yours for a moment before taking a step back, “your hair,” he said quietly. “do you like it?” you squeezed his hand a little. “of course I do.” he pushed a tendril out of your eyes and pushed up your glasses with his knuckle, not releasing your hand to do so. you took his bag in your other hand, “the car is waiting for us outside.” you walked hand in hand without a glance to the paparazzi. you handed the bags to the driver and opened the back door for ushijima. he tilted his head back against the head rest and you slid in. he reached his arm across the seats and patted his hand against his chest to gesture you to give him a cuddle. you slid across the seats and he leaned his cheek against the top of your head as you draped your arm across his torso. he let out a long breath, “it’s good to be home.” you nuzzled his cheek and pulled him closer. you enjoy this simple moment; the rise and fall of his broad chest, the warmth of his body radiating through his thin cashmere sweater, the quiet inhale and exhale of breath against your skin, “you must be tired, darling.” he shook his head, “not really. i slept a bit on the plane. i made sure to get sleep so i could spend as much time as possible with you.” you can feel him smile against your head, “about that,” you say hesitantly as you pull away to look at him, “uh oh,” he whispers with a smirk, “i’m sorry,” you begin, “I just have a few things to finish up and then i’m all yours for the next five days,” he smiles and ruffles your hair, “you’re always mine.. but I understand.” he pulls you into his strong arms and holds you tight all the way to your apartment.

just as you arrive, your phone buzzes with a call from your business partner, “hello shimizu, i just picked up ushijima from the airport and i’m about to head upstairs.” ushijima waves his hand before picking up his bag, “he says ‘hello’,” you laugh softly while you fumble with your keys and head toward the entrance. you walk in and get on the elevator as she preps you for the video meeting. you look at ushijima and whisper, “kiyoko says hello back, she’s prepping me for the meeting.” he nods, “we’ll have to have her and ryu over for dinner this week.” you nod back. you both enter the elevator and he puts his arm around you as you listen carefully to the instructions; another pang of guilt washes over you as you catch him studying your face. he always looks at you like you’re going to disappear, as if you’re going to be a figment of his imagination, or like he’s afraid that one day he might forget. “alright, shimizu, i’m almost inside. i’ll be settled soon and we can jump on to finish prepping before the meeting.” you hang up and slip your phone in your blazer pocket. you have a few floors to enjoy the quiet with wakatoshi. he leans his head against yours and kisses your cheek. he lingers a moment and then tenderly kisses just behind your ear, “your haircut makes it easier for me to kiss your neck,” he whispers, “i like it.” you blush slightly and jump when the floor bell rings. he laughs picking up his bags and walking onto your floor, “come on,” he says with a smile, “wouldn’t want you to be late for your meeting.” you hesitate letting the guilt wash over you once more before walking up the hall and unlocking the door to your pristine corner apartment. 

the apartment was very calming and soothing to be in. deep, cool colors and lots of open space with many beautiful plants. “i swear, (y/n), the orchids thrive when you take care of them.” ushijima delicately cradled the white and purple bloom in his fingers and craned down to take in it’s fragrance. the apartment always feels more like a home when he’s here. despite having floor to ceiling walls of windows, the place never fills with light until he comes home. you walk into the kitchen and turn on the kettle, “tea?” you asked, ushijima runs his hands through his hair and comes behind the counter, “i’ll make it, you go on ahead. don’t keep kiyoko waiting.” he bumps you out of the way with his hip and takes the tea bags out of your hands. you kiss his shoulder before heading towards your desk and taking off your blazer. 

you sit at your desk and prepare yourself for the meeting. shimizu is already logged on and waiting. you open your documents and sign on to the video chat, “sorry to keep you waiting, shimizu.” over the next few minutes, you put the final touches on your project proposal. ushijima comes up with two teas for you both. he comes behind the desk and hunches down to be in frame of the camera, “hello kiyoko,” he says while setting down your tea. “i’m not sure if (y/n) has offered yet, but we would love to have you and ryu over for dinner this week.” she smiles and agrees that she will have to speak to ryu and hopefully you lot can work something out. “i certainly hope so,” he says before turning to you, “let me know if it needs more sugar,” he waves to the camera and then sits in the chair in front of your desk. you feel his feet touch yours as he stretches out reading an article from his press tour in a magazine. “ushijima, please don’t feel obligated to stay in the apartment, i’d hate for you to just be bored all-,” he cuts you off, “all I want to do is spend the day with you. i can handle sitting here for awhile.” you shake your head and log into your meeting. the meeting goes on for a couple hours. during your meeting ushijima refilled your tea, played footsie with you under the desk, and drew little plants and hearts on your sticky pad. he was very sweet and you felt bad that you couldn’t give him the attention he deserved. 

after another hour of meetings and presentations passes, ushijima wonders into the kitchen and makes you both lunch. every so often, he looks up from his work and looks at you. he loves seeing you at work. he can only hope that you receive the same thrill he gets when he sees you at one of his matches. although, to be honest, he makes you nervous. you are so aware of his intense gaze and his deep eyes following your every move, that you become more aware of what you’re doing and that makes you uneasy. you’ve never been the best at handling the pressure of being observed and watched. the first half of your meeting wraps up and you all sign off to take a break for lunch. 

ushijima has set up your lunches and waves you over. it’s a simple and nutritious lunch with vegetables, rice, and fish. he was a very good cook. everything he makes is simple but delicious. it’s an easy meal to finish quickly. you take the dishes to the kitchen and hear ushijima walk up behind you. he wraps his arms around you and plants airy kisses from your ear, down your neck, and to your shoulder. he slides his hands down your sides and grabs your hips, “please tell me you’re almost done with work,” he pleads in your ear and grazes his teeth across your skin. “ju-just a little while longer, toshi," you gulp as you hear his breath shudder and he pushes against you causing you to lean against the counter. he runs his hand from your hip, down your thigh and drags his fingers up your leg digging his fingers in, “promise?” he asks. “i-i promise.” you say feeling your heart slam against your chest. you wriggle away, “but i can’t think when you do stuff like that.” he laughs softly, “like what?” he asks coyly. you wave your hand towards where you just were in the kitchen, “like that, don’t be coy.” he saunters toward you, “i don’t know what you mean.” you back up until your back hits the wall, “yes you do. we’ll have plenty of time for that sort of thing after i’m done working,” he stands in front of you and his eyes seem to undress you, “but I missed you, dove,” you turn to walk away but he places his hand against the wall blocking your path and his face is inches from yours. he places his other hand on the opposite side of you, “and i’m taking my opportunity now to show you how much,” he nudges your nose with his and rocks his hips into yours. although you are flustered, you know what you must do. you stand up straight and look into his eyes, “ushijima,” you say flatly, “i have work to do and there is no amount of kabedon tomfoolery that can distract me.” he drops his arms and takes a step back and for a moment you think you’ve finally intimidated the great ushiwaka, until he erupts into laughter. “well, well, well, have I lost my touch then?” you roll your eyes and turn to walk away but he grabs your arm and spins you into an embrace. his eyes are very intense and serious, “do i really have no effect on you?” your breath hitches in your throat, “don’t be dramatic,” you say through a slight pout, “i just need to finish my work and then we can do this all day!” you push against his chest and stumble toward your desk. he chuckles and plops down in the chair in front of your desk, “fine,” he says, “i can behave.” you start to log back on, “for now.” he smirks and flicks open the magazine. 

when ushijima gets clingy, it excites him when he can’t immediately get attention. it becomes a competition and he wants nothing more than to win. all throughout the remainder of your video meeting he was watching, sighing, stretching, and pushing his hands through his hair in the way he knows you like. you could hardly pay attention. this wasn’t the hard part. you knew he wouldn’t try too hard as long as you were on video chat, but the moment you got off and did your independent work, you knew it would be a real challenge. 

you signed off for the day and began finishing up your work before you had to reply to emails. ushijima stood up and came around the back of the desk. “i don’t know how you’re able to sit all day. i’d be far too restless,” he pushed down on your shoulders and began to massage them. he spends a little extra time on the nape of your neck, now easily accessible thanks to your new haircut. you roll your shoulders back and hear a small pop, “you’ve been working so hard, maybe you can take a little break?” you sigh as he leans down and kisses the top of your head. “i’m almost done, toshi.” he sighs and squeezes your shoulders, “let me finish this and then i don’t have to do this again until sunday.” he groans in frustration and slips his hand underneath your shirt to trace circles on your chest, “how much longer?” he asks like a child waiting to open presents on their birthday. you look at the clock, “about an hour.” he huffs and sighs again, raking his fingers across your chest, “alright.” he pulls away reluctantly and stands in front of your desk. you continue to work on your computer and watch him out of the corner of your eye. at first he plops into the chair, stands up, paces back and forth, and then repeats the cycle. after about half an hour of this, he stands and looks at the clock, “you have much left?” you nod, not looking from your work, “at least another half hour.” he mumbles under his breath and paces a few more times. “i suppose i’ll have a quick shower,” he says forlornly, “alright, dear,” you say concentrating on your last few emails. suddenly, your vision goes dark and cashmere rubs across your face, ushijima has taken off his sweater and thrown it at your head. you slowly pull it off and look at him as he folds his trousers over his arm. he smiles wryly and saunters over to you, “how clumsy of me, slipped right through my fingers.” he stands very close to you and gathers the sweater up. you look up at him, “this will only take longer if you keep tempting me.” he laughs softly and curls a finger under your chin, “at least you are tempted,” he says with a sigh and walks off to the bathroom. hopefully you can finish up. he is so distracting. how you managed this long without giving in is astonishing. 

the half hour of no distractions passes like a flash. you turn off your computer, take off your glasses, and rub the bridge of your nose. he has been awfully quiet since you heard the shower turn off. you get up from your desk and start to unbutton your shirt. you round the corner and look into your bedroom to find ushijima sleeping on the bed, hair wet, still wrapped in his towel. you smile, i knew he was more tired than he let on. you finish getting undressed and hear him snore a little. before heading to the shower you grab the blanket and go to cover him up. as you go to adjust his pillow, his eyes open with a glint and he traps you in his arms, rolling and pulling you on the bed. he peppers your face and neck with kisses as you both laugh together, rolling back and forth across the bed. “did you think i would really lose sight of my goal?” he smirks. “of course not, you’re ushijima wakatoshi,” you say seriously. you both erupt into hearty laughter before settling into each others arms. “so,” he begins, pulling you closer, “all mine now, (y/n)?” you smile and plant a sweet kiss on his lips, “i am always yours, wakatoshi.” 

[stevesharrlngtons]

pin prick and needle sticks.

roman godfrey x reader

summary: your solution for roman’s feeding problem is met with some resistance.

word count: 3.9k

a/n: ya im having so much fun writing again so hopefully there will be more! i hope you enjoy and if you do, pls give me some feedback (-: 

also this is a repost bc this wasn’t showing up in tags 

When you strode into Dr. Pryce’s office, he didn’t try to hide his surprise at your uncharacteristic appearance.

“Ms. (Y/L/N)! This is surely an unexpected visit.” Pryce pushed out of his desk chair to meet you in the middle of the large glass room.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything.” You say politely as Johann takes the coat that’s folded over your arm.

“No, not presently. I was just about to wrap up some paperwork and go to lunch.”

“Well, I won’t keep you long. I am hoping my question has a simple enough answer.” You say as you take a seat in one of the visitors chairs across from his desk.

“So, you are looking for my expertise on a matter?” Pryce asks, taking his own seat now.

“Yes, and maybe a small favor depending on your answer.” You smile, trying to seem as sweet as possible.

You knew Johann was asked for wild favors and cover ups where the Godfrey family was concerned constantly, almost on the daily. You wanted him to be receptive to your idea and not shoot you down before he heard your pitch.

Pryce was tolerant of your presence and occasionally even fond of your acquaintance when Roman needed him for something or another. You were very bright and amiable company.

He sighs deeply, already seeming resistant, “Is this a Roman related favor?”

“Yes, but not in the way you think. It’s more like a gift I need your help in giving.”

Johann looked extremely perplexed as he placed his laced fingers on his desktop, “Now I am very intrigued. Please, proceed,”

“You are aware that Roman has been having some trouble sourcing food. Right?” You try to say everything as delicately as possible, even though you knew Pryce knew about Roman’s situation in full. Probably even more than you knew.

“Yes, I am. Unfortunately Olivia forbids me to speak with him on the matter before she does, and she refuses to do so until Roman goes to her for help.”

“Withholding access to food, sounds like an award winning mother if you ask me.”

Johann chuckles, “Yes, Olivia is nothing but selfless.”

“Selfless and maternal.”

Pryce laughs again before he asks you what is the nature of your visit in relation to Roman and his upirism.

“Like all things in Roman’s life that are broken, I have found the solution to fix them. In this case, I have decided that I will take my blood and give it to him. As much as I can give, so he will never have to worry about where to feed again.” You said this with a self assured expression, elated that you had come up with a way to help your love.

The true extent of Roman’s feeding problem had become apparent one night while you were making love.

Roman sat on his knees, your legs around his waist while he pressed his hips deliciously into yours. He had set a gentle rhythm of thrusts, ones that were illicting your mewls and calls of his name from your lips. While you were reveling in your pleasure, Roman was trembling. Desire filming his eyes as they transfixed on your jugular. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the faint thrum in your neck, your voice becoming hazy and distant as his mouth watered at the sight of your craned neck below him. It wasn’t until you grabbed his cheeks that he snapped from his thirsty stupor.

Roman tumbled off your naked form to the floor of the bedroom unceremoniously, skirting away from you until his back reached the wall, the farthest wall from the bed. You had sat up, not bothering to cover yourself as you stared at your crumpled boyfriend, who shook and stammered under his breath.

“I can’t, OK? We can’t! Not until I feed again. I don’t think I can control it- I can’t control myself.”

“Baby, it’s going to be fine. I know you would never hurt me,” You push away the remains of crumpled sheets and begin toward him, but Roman flinches aggressively.

“I can’t help it, no matter how much I don’t want too, I will. I would kill you just for a taste and I would hate myself forever.”

You wanted to offer yourself up on a silver platter then and there. Ask him to drink from you because even if he doubted his control, you knew he would stop feeding before you were in any semblance of danger. You just wanted to make him feel better, in any way you could. But, as Roman wove his hands into his hair and tugged ruthlessly at the roots, it was clear that this wasn’t going to become an argument, or even a conversation. Roman left the bedroom soon after, muttering something about the refrigerator and leeches, while you watched him leave with an ache in your chest.

You had been trying to figure out the best possible solution to Roman’s problem since. After contemplating many different avenues, you concluded that you weren’t a bank robber (even if it was just a blood bank) and hiring someone from Craigslist seemed too risky (and too weird). So, you had fallen back on your original idea from that night: Roman would drink from you.

“To be clear, you want to extract your own blood and stockpile it for Roman?”

“Exactly. I just need to know how to do it and how much I can give per week without dying of iron deficiency or something.” You nonchalantly reply.

“This is very noble of you to do, (Y/N).”

You wave a dismissive hand at his compliment, “I just want to help him in the best way I can. It’s what you do for the people you love.”

Pryce stares at you for a moment, and begins to wonder how Roman attracted you in the first place? He was sure it was the young man’s killer good looks and the charm he held with the opposite sex that first caught your attention, but you were a smart girl. You wouldn’t fall for him simply because he was a blueprint for a Greek statue or threw a few saccharine words your way. He wondered if Roman was warm and adoring? Sweet and loving and soft when he was only in your company? From what Pryce had seen first hand, Roman was kind and gentle when you were around, but only ever to you. The second Roman laid his eyes back on Pryce or anyone else for that matter, he was back to an angry frothing terror to anyone in his path.

“When giving blood for say, The Red Cross, they take about a liter of your blood which is around 15 fluid ounce. You shouldn’t give more than that a mouth, but I could give you a few supplements that could help replenish your red blood cells at a slightly quicker rate so you would be able to give blood once a week.

“You would likely need to take breaks, possibly a month on and a month off? To make sure that giving blood this frequently wouldn’t take any serious toll, or have any significant side effects on the body.” Pryce explains.

“And these supplements won’t do anything weird to me if I take them?” You trusted Pryce, but only minutely. While you felt cordial with him, you still knew to be weary of his experiments.

“No, of course not. They are all over the counter supplements and vitamins that you can buy on your own accord. I would just tell you how, when and the quantity to take.”    

You sighed at his answer and laughed lightly, “So it’s all good? We could do it?”

“I don’t see why not. I could send a tech to your home to administer the IV, and possibly if this method of feeding works out for Roman long term, you could learn to insert it yourself.”

“Am I going to have like, crazy puncture marks? Am I gonna look like a junkie?” You asked, the vanity of this whole thing only now coming to your mind.

“Unfortunately, there will be noticeable marks and possible bruises from repeated insertions. I could work on something to heal your puncture marks, as I said, if this becomes a main source of Roman’s feeding.”

You nod, mulling over the information for a moment.

“When could we start?”

Telling Roman about the whole thing never even crossed your mind. To you, this was a gift that you were going to give to him, and you loved the element of surprise. It was strange, sure, but to you, this idea of yours felt totally romantic. Some women gave their boyfriends watches, or flat screen TV’s, or let them put in their ass on their birthdays; but for your boyfriend? The man who had every material object he desired and every sexual need quenched? Your blood was a perfect way to show him you cared.

You didn’t want Roman to get just one bag for the first time you presented him with the blood, so you waited four long weeks to create your mini arsenal for him. You just took to wearing long sleeves around the house and silk robes right before bed to hide the little marks on your arms. Roman, still not at his most observant from his lack of feedings, didn’t even bat an eye at your clothing choices.

After your final session with one of Pryce’s tech’s in your home, you felt giddy. You had been keeping the blood in the outside fridge until you had the stockpile you desired, knowing Roman never checked it’s contents. Tonight was the night you were finally going to give them to him.

After Pryce’s man left, you placed your newest bag in the refrigerator and went back inside to change into something far more alluring than the sweatpants you adorned currently. This was going to be a special night for your man and you wanted to pull out all the stops. You had already directed Conway and Anna to make a four course feast for the two of you before you would bring out Roman’s surprise.

After changing into the tightly fitted black dress you had picked out a few weeks ago, along with Roman’s favorite silk lingerie set, you went back downstairs to continue to set the scene for Roman when he returned from work. You scattered candles around the room and played an old jazz record to soothe any worry or anxiety from your boyfriend once he entered your shared home. You wanted everything to be perfect, he deserved it.

As you finished and Anna and Conway were wrapping up the meal, you heard someone placing a key in the front door. You turned to see Roman’s tall silhouette through the frosted glass and you couldn’t keep the smile off your lips.

When he walked through the door, he looked exhausted. His eyes were haloed in shadows and he was gaunt, his pale skin pasty and dull. He looked about ready to collapse.

Until he saw you.

“Welcome home.” You said, a wide grin on your features.

“What’s all this?” Roman asked as you met him by the door.

“I know how stressed you’ve been and I wanted to set up a nice evening for the two of us.” You replied as you pushed his coat off his shoulders and held out for Conway to take.

Roman glanced over your shoulder to see the extent of the fuss you had made for him and his shoulders visibly relaxed, “You’re amazing.”

You took both his hands and started to walk back toward the table, “That I am, and I have a little surprise for you after dinner.”

Roman tugs you to him suddenly, causing you to stumble a bit in your heels, but that only accomplished to bring you flush to him.

“Is my surprise under this sexy little get up of yours?” Roman’s eyes twinkle with lust as he moves his hands down to grip your ass.

You hum with delight, “I guess you have two surprises coming, then.”

You lean up to place a lingering kiss to his lips and Roman groans a curse as you step away from his hold.

“But for now, let’s eat and unwind. How was your day?” You ask, pulling out Roman’s chair for him.

“Better now.” He grinned, one that was without smare or ulterior motive. Just a pure smile radiating happiness.

After you chatted about your days and Roman having bitched about work to his heart’s content, you both finished the delicious dinner that was prepared for you. You had moved across the table to sit on his lap while you both shared a chocolate mousse, the gentle ping of the silver spoon against the serving glass lulling you both into calm relaxation and sloth as you ate the rich dessert.

Roman’s temple was pressed against your exposed cleavage, practically purring with the bliss he felt.

“Thank you for tonight, baby. I needed it.” He sighed, turning his head just enough to let you kiss his lips.

“Of course, my love.” You responded, stroking your hand through his hair, “I’d pluck the stars from the sky if it’d make you happy.”

“Hey,” Roman smiles, poking your side, “That’s my line.”

You giggle as Roman prodes you, “Well, while I’m taking your lines, let me take another. I got you something and I need to go and get it.”

“You know I don’t need anything.” Roman says, squeezing you once more before you got off his lap.

“This present is something you need, trust me.” You say over your shoulder as you exit the kitchen and enter the garage to get the gift box you had prepared.

Was this all very dramatic? Yes. Over the top? Of course.

But you loved pampering Roman, so you threw all cares to the wind.

As you entered the kitchen with the rectangular black gift box held together with a silk ribbon, Roman looked at you confused.

“Jeez, what is that? Is my mother’s head in there?” He asked as he watched you place the box on the dining table.

“I wish.” You chuckled, dusting your hands off on your dress as you looked into Roman’s puzzled expression, “Open it.”

Unable to even guess what could be in the box, Roman stood up and walked toward you and where it lay.

“It’s not gonna be anything that’s gonna pop out at me, right?”

“Oh my God, stop being such a bitch and open it already!” You laugh, nudging him with your shoulder as you quaked with excitement.

Roman finally pulled on the black ribbon and slowly untied it, causing the sides of the box to fall apart and reveal it’s contents.

“Surprise!” You said, jumping slightly in place, barely able to keep your excitement to yourself as Roman took in the gift.

He just looked at the blood blankly, all placed in a row before him. His mouth hung open, but he said nothing.

“How did you get this?”

“Well, that’s the extra special part. It’s mine,” You gestured to the blood, “It’s all from me.”

Roman looked up at you, and the appreciation you’d thought you’d see written all over his face wasn’t there. Instead his face was red with anger.

“How could you do this? How could you be so reckless!” Roman raged.

Your heart sank with embarrassment and grief.

“I thought you’d like it.”  

“Like it? Baby, why would I like you taking your blood to give to me? Do you know how dangerous this is? Do you!” You cowered under his voice, lip quivering.

“I thought you would be happy, I thought I was helping. Now you don’t have to worry about feeding or hurting anyone. I can just give blood every now and then and give it to you.” You responded, trying desperately to mend the evening.

“How did you even do this? How did you figure this out?” Roman picked up one of the bags and furiously tossed it back down.

You furrowed your brows and took a step toward your boyfriend, “OK, so don’t get mad- well, don’t get more mad I guess… but I asked Pryce-”

“You asked Pryce?” Roman shrieked, his eyes bulging from his head.

“Yes! But it wasn’t his idea, it was mine. The whole thing was my idea and all he did was help me and make sure I was safe.” You said quickly as Roman paced the length of the table in front of you.

“I’m going to kill him. I’m going to kill that stupid little prick and rip his cock off and shove it down his throat!” Roman bellowed.

“Ro, it’s not his fault,”

“It is! He let you do this! Indulged you! He fucking put a needle in your arm and touched you!” It was then that Roman finally zeroed in on the small circular band aid on the inner crook of your elbow and his face passed its red hue into bright crimson.

“Pryce never touched me! He had a lab tech help me.”

“Then I’m killing the tech, then Pryce, then everyone in that fucking nut house of a lab who knew this was happening and didn’t tell me!”

“Stop!” You shouted over Roman’s angry rant, “Enough! This wasn’t anyone’s fault but my own, apparently. I fucked up, I can see that now. But I honestly and truly thought you would love this. That you could be satiated from my blood and never worry about where the next source would come from. But hey? Guess I was wrong.”

Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as you turned on your heel to leave.

“(Y/N),” Roman called after you but you stuck up your hand to silence him.

“No, I just want to go to sleep. I’ll see you in bed.” And you walked up the stairs to leave your boyfriend stewing in his own ire.

Stripped from your dress and lingerie, you lay under the thick covers of the bed and mindlessly watch some old re-run of a sitcom. It had been well over an hour since you had left Roman in the kitchen and each second he stayed away was another second of heartbreak and humiliation. You still weren’t sure why Roman had blown up the way he did… sure it was risky, but nothing that you couldn’t handle. You were a grown fucking woman who knew her own limits. You had picked up the supplements Pryce had prescribed you and you had been feeling perfectly fine. If you ever started to feel any effects, you knew you would head straight to Pryce or your primary doctor.

As another commercial break washed over the screen, Roman opened the door to the bedroom and peeked his head inside.

“You OK?”

“No.”

Roman sighed as he came fully into the room and shut the door behind himself, leaning against it.

“Listen, I’m sorry about the scene down there…”

“I’m sorry, too. I should have asked you first if you would have been OK with me doing this for you.” You slumped your shoulder into the mattress.

Roman just watched you.

“I just… Roman, I really thought you would like it! I thought you might even be grateful. I really meant what I said downstairs, I would give you a star if that would make you happy, I really would. And I thought helping solve your feeding problem would make you happy, and it didn’t, so I’m sorry.”

Still Roman stayed silent, just studying you, wrapped in a coil of thick blankets. He soon walked toward the bed and sat on the corner, his back facing you. He hunched over and placed his head in his hands, gently shook it side to side.

“I was never really even that mad at you, baby. Just at Pryce, I guess. And scared…”

“Scared about what?”

“Seriously? You’re going to ask that?” Roman glowered.

You kicked your foot out to the edge he was sitting on to jostle him, “Don’t be an asshole.”

He grumbled something under his breath that you sure was unkind before he continued.

“I was obviously fucking scared because this could go wrong, alright? You could get sick or stop clotting or something! I don’t know. I don’t have to be rational when it comes to your safety and health.”

You rolled your eyes at that comment, “I thought I was being rational coming up with this idea, Roman. In my head, this would solve everything. No more leeches or starving or worrying that you’ll kill someone when it gets too much!”

Roman looked back at you, his eyes intense as your cheeks heated with your outburst.

“I just-! Fuck,” He turned back around, bouncing his knee, “I don’t want you to do this for me and something bad happening. That’s it, that’s all.”

You frown and whisper his name, just loud enough for him to hear.

“And because you went to Pryce and not me… and that no one at my own fucking company told me about this. Fucking traitors.”

You shuffled your way out from the blankets and crawled your way toward Roman, placing a gentle hand to his shoulder to gage his reaction before you moved to hug him.

“I’m not going to get hurt, I promise. Pryce told me where to buy some vitamins to keep me healthy and they have been working. I won’t continue if I start to feel sick. And if by some chance I do, you will be the first person I tell.”

Roman says nothing at first, but you knew he heard you. You placed a few simple kisses to his shoulder and wound your arms tighter around his waist, snuggling to him.

“I want to know the second you start to feel anything less than fantastic, OK? If you feel faint or nauseous or even if you have a fucking headache, alright? I’m not fucking around here.” He replied firmly.

A smile spread across your face and you pressed it to his skin, “Of course, baby. No more secrets ever again.”

“Yeah, yeah…” Roman trailed off with a sigh, but leaning into your touch.

“You know,” You started, moving around his neck to see his face, “I thought the idea of you drinking my blood was very romantic. Maybe even erotic.”

Roman moved to give you a quizzical look and you only grinned wider.

“Something about giving myself to you fully, running through your veins, letting you have all of me, you don’t think that’s romantic?”

Roman’s lips began to pull into his signature smirk, “I think I was little more taken by your erotic comment.”

You giggled and playfully bit his shoulder, “I don’t know, I think about watching you drink it… about you covered in it and knowing it’s from me,”

Roman was quick to grab you and manhandle you around him and into his lap.

“Yeah?” He asked, smirk persistent as his hands explored your body.

“Yeah… knowing you drink my blood, my cum, that you’re the only one who knows my taste… it got me all hot, baby.”

Roman groaned deep in his chest as he dug his fingers into your hips, twitching his hips up against you and making your eyes flutter.

“My baby, my girl,” He hummed, leaning forward to ghost his lips over your own, “You drive me absolutely wild.”

“All better now?”

Roman just chuckles, grinding you down onto him.

“And you’ll drink the blood?”

“Yeah, fine,” And he finally kisses you.

You knew that he was playing it off now like it was nothing, but the honesty you had shown him, and the utter devotion you had just pledged, meant something to him. It meant everything to him.

i really hope you enjoyed!!!! if you do, i’d love to hear your thoughts (:

[ughthatimagineblog]

another world | preview

azriel x reader

requested:  Hey, I saw you were doing requests for azriel in ACOTAR and I've been having a lot of Azriel feels lately and was wondering if you could an Azriel x reader where the reader has come from this world and has read the books and is all like ??? and finds the Inner Circle to ask for help to get home and then her and Az fall in love and are mates and it's quite angsty because he can't leave his family but she can't stay but then she gets turned into Fae somehow and happy ending eventually. Is that ok?

word count: 966

warnings: literally none i think other than cursing in the authors note and ofc covid19,,, but be cautious

a/n: this is my first attempt at writing something long/for azriel again after a long time so im sorry if it’s shite and short. its also kinda just the preview. i needed something to get the ball rolling and the plot is so,,, detailed i couldnt just start from fuckall so here this flaming pile of garbage is. PS I HAVE AN ANNOUNCEMENT I MIGHT BE SELLING ARTWORK SOON. ill be posting a few of my works and if people become interested in asking for commissions ill be glad to sell. i dont have a job currently and its hard to get one b/c of COVID19 so this is kinda a last ditch resort so.. anywho. love yall and youll see anya’s art soon-ish. in the next two weeks hopefully. anyways please enjoy

      Crap. That's all you could think as the pounding in your head made it impossible to truly come up with any other coherent thoughts. The light that poured through the windows of the unfamiliar house burned your eyes and the bed you now laid on was stiff and old. You were nowhere near home. Reaching for your phone in your pockets you cursed yourself, and your friends, for allowing you to drink so much. It seems that you had gotten so drunk, you’d landed yourself in thirteenth century England, or whatever the hell. Of course realistically this wasn’t true but wherever the hell you were, it seemed as though the person who lived here hadn’t been ‘with the times’ so to speak.       A second assessment of your surroundings just confirmed that thought. The wood beneath your feet was old and looked worn and rotten. The bed is equally worn with no entertainment devices in sight. It seemed to be a studio, however you had been convinced it was a house, but alas, there was a wash station and a kitchen table no less than thirty feet from where you sat. Of course, no one was anywhere to be seen and to top it all off, your phone had no signal. None. It was even as if the section at the top left was blank which was completely abnormal. And you would have more time to question it if it weren’t for the front door clamoring open and a tall figure emerge through the doorway.

       “Oh good, you’re awake.” The tall female muttered and wiped off her clothes. “Where am i?” You questioned quickly, fear wavering in your voice as you realized she was dressed quite oddly. A soft tunic that would have definitely dated back to the thirteenth century and some trousers and footwear that had seen better days. She gave you a puzzled look. “Prythian, dear.” She scoffed and went to the wash basin to set down the food you had just realized she had been carrying. “Where is that?” You pushed further. How long had you been out for?        The lady gave you another odd look before busying herself again. “Where are we? Somewhere in England? Anywhere in Britain? It sounds British. Are we in America? Where?”       “Prythian. The continent.” She stated, her looks of concern soon matching your own. “I have no clue how you ended up all the way in the Night Court, but no matter, I’ll bring you to Velaris before sundown and surely our High Lord will return you to the human lands.” She went on and you had to sit back down for a moment. “Human lands...?” You muttered to yourself and glanced back at the woman. Pointed ears, slender face and extreme beauty. Your memory, which had completely forgotten you until now, was slowly returning.         Prythian. It sounded familiar. You just assumed you’d heard it in a world history or apush class. No, you’d heard it from a book. Yes, a fantasy book. But that wasn’t possible.      “Rhysand. Rhysand is your High Lord?” You asked, narrowing your eyes. The girl’s face lit up. “Yes! So you do know about Prythian! You’re not a lost cause after all!” Ignoring the backhanded comment you attempted to make more sense of the situation. “I must be dreaming.” You shook your head and began to stand, suddenly feeling light headed. “If you’re so eager to go, I can take you now, I can assure you you are not dreaming.” She confirmed. You nodded. “Take me now then. Please. I don’t belong here.” With some more hesitant conversation, the woman, who’s name was Rinna, agreed to take you to Velaris sooner than later. She lived on the outskirts of the city, just before the glamour took hold, and knew you were human and in turn gave you all of the essentials. Warm clothes that didn’t look out of place, a bag for your things, and some food.      “It’s an hour’s journey over mountain so be prepared.” She warned. You nodded before leaving her cottage and mounting one of the two horses she had owned.          You needed to figure out what had happened. The last thing you remember was being with your close friend and laughing in a bathroom at a party you two were at. And then everything was blank after that. You had read, and loved A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J Maas but never in a million years did you think you would ever find yourself so far from home, and so close to the world you had loved. You now realized why books were just books. They were easy to love from afar. But so close, so very very close, they became scary. Too real. You were far from home, with no idea how to get back. You hadn’t said goodbye to anyone and without warning, your whole life was gone. And in reality, you knew no one here. Except now maybe Rinna, and technically all of the Inner Circle. But they didn’t know you. And that made all the difference.       You would figure out how to get home no matter what it took. You needed to get home. And as much as finding yourself in the ultimate fantasy world secretly excited you, it scared you. Greatly. You were human in the land of the fae about to meet the strongest High Lord in history. And you had no defenses. But now was no time to be weak. If loving these books had taught you anything, it was that being scared was the perfect time to be brave. You would meet your essential heroes but you would also find your way back home and have a hell of a story waiting for everyone when you got back.

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well that was fucking shite. hope you enjoyed lol i love yall PS READ THE AUTHORS NOTE!!!!!!!!!!!

[gguktarts]

decathect | jk (3)

1. to withdraw one’s feelings of attachment from (a person, idea, or object), as in anticipation of a future loss

summary: if one thing was clear to you when you first met Jeon Jungkook, it was that he would never love you. at least, not the way you wanted him to.

pairing: jjk x reader genre: unrequited love au || angst || a bit of fluff || drabble series word count: 3.5k parts: « previous | 3 / ? | next » cw: none this chap, i think. maybe it’s a bit less angsty than the ones before. note: this chap (is rlly crap i APOLOGIZE) was meant to include another scene,, but idk how to write!!! properly!!! and the first scene got outta hand so :(( here it is. the next part i rotated for it to be on the next update. im so sorry it took long,, id rather not get into the personal specifics about it but i got bad writers block at certain points and just. didnt get to finish it for my own deadline 🥺 & im still developing my writing so please!! if anyone feels like something is off/like it dragged on for too long (which is what i felt), etc, etc please let me know. also i haven’t checked for mistakes so sfhdk there’s that aha

The last few days were hectic, with finals approaching and your mind on absolute overdrive. Your Intro to Thermal Physics course was biting you in the ass, which you had felt oddly thankful for. With no time to think about Jungkook or the girl in his painting, the hours blurred themselves into a continuous loop of exhaustion and academic focus: wake up, go to class, study, sleep, rinse and repeat. You’ve even gone as far as seeking out Hoseok, your astronomy lab partner and the busiest bastard you’ve ever met, to have extended study sessions within the Atrium’s library. The mixed efforts of passing the course with flying colors, and avoiding all trace to your fuckboy crush, had so far been a success—in some ways more than others.

Time spent around any hall (either within the dorms or elsewhere in the university) was minimally reduced to avoid any lingering shadows in the corners of your eyes, while each study session left you feeling more confident. Effective, convenient. Two birds, one worm. Yes, worm.

Two mouths, shared crumbs though. Your extreme devotion to the books had, after all, demanded social sacrifice. 

You haven’t seen Tae nor Joon—nor any of the other boys in days, and while you aren’t ignoring them per se, they likely know why you were behaving the way you did up until yesterday. 

That night, after dinner and after dark, Taehyung had found you with your face buried in his favorite pillow, with droopy eyes and a soft pout etched onto your lips. You didn’t need to tell him about your crush, nor did you have to speak. All he needed was a look at you, a single glance, for him to decide you needed his comfort but also some space.

But apparently enough was enough, and your presence was pointedly demanded the very minute after you handed in your last exam. The day of the week —Thursday— was thus dubbed “Movie-Theather-Night” effective immediately, so he said.

That’s why currently you find yourself staring at Jimin’s front door, phone held tight between your fingers. Tae told you he was already, conveniently, near the ticket stand so he would “obviously” buy the tickets in advance. That left you with the other side quest he couldn’t complete, which you blindly agreed to do. 

Your job is simple: grab Jimin —yes, the little one with a penchant for lateness— and meet up with Tae before 7. 

Swallowing a groan, you pointedly stared up at the imaginary heavens beyond the building’s ceiling. Praying it be on your side for a few hours longer at least, you tuck away your phone (Tae’s mild threat about stealing Jimin’s rings if the latter didn’t hurry getting dressed completely unnoticed by you), knock on the door by mere habit, and go in.

You don’t expect the loud moans, you really don’t.

Jimin’s name gets stuck halfway past your throat as the high-pitched whines continue pouring over the living room, stiffening your shoulders and rooting your legs to the floor just a step inside the flat—just enough for the door to close itself shut. It isn’t even loud enough to cover the sounds either. Your ears turn red in a heartbeat, embarrassment tugging your lips into a frown, when you note the timbre of low, soft grunts you know belong to one guy. They hide behind and below the higher pitched ones, but you somehow pick them up nonetheless. 

They don’t last long. Or maybe time goes by alarmingly fast when you zone out, because not two, three minutes later, one of the muffled voices scoffs out in discontent, dulcet tones all gone.

“What? Now?” you hear, feeling the disbelief permeating the air along with underlying disappointment. “But I thought—”

The sudden thud of a door slamming open makes you jump, startling you into partial motion before the girl rushing out the hallway catches you like a deer in headlights. 

You hate how quickly you notice that she’s not the girl from Jungkook’s painting. And it’s hard not to feel guilty when your heart quickens its pace at the idea that maybe both of them are nothing more than victims of his ways. Actually, you hope for it, because you can’t help but feel it’s equally jarring to see one of his choices so soon, and so up close, right after he’s done with her. Her disheveled hair and bruised neck, the traces he’s left, almost distract you from the heated glare she sends your way for blocking the door. Almost. 

You move out of her way when she tries pushing past you, leaving with a huff and as quickly as she appeared.

Suddenly, this movie-theater-night sidequest thing seems like a really bad idea. A very bad idea. You hate it here. 

“J-jiminie?” you move near the hall, voice shaky in all ways you don’t want it to be. “I’m here, let’s go.”

“Just a second! There’s finally some goddamn silence—”

His muffled voice carries over from your left, closer than the door of his room. You briefly debate waiting for him there, the aspect of continuing your naturally cryptic tendencies very seductive. On the other hand, you could raid his pantry for any and all m&ms, which sounds far more soothing to your rumbling stomach. 

Decided entirely on candy—Taehyung would definitely enjoy mixing it with the bucket of popcorn he never fails to buy—and maybe some food, you turn around only to collide with something, hard. 

The start of what sounds like a “boo!” trails to a low grunt upon impact. It drowns out your sharp gasp, and if it weren’t for the hands grabbing you by the elbows you’d have likely lost your footing entirely. 

“Oh—shit”

Jungkook’s wide eyes and o-shaped lips greet you full force, his cheeks a soft pink hue you’ve been missing lately. They don’t exactly match the deeper flush painting you from ear to ear, your reactions to him far less graceful when so near in proximity. You can’t even speak, too enthralled by the warmth of his hands, by how his eyes shift over your body in evident worry. The way his lips tremble into a frown makes you want to smooth them into out just to see his face light up like you’re more used to, but a look to his neck is more than enough to remind you what happened just minutes ago. Right. 

“Hey, sorry, didn’t think you’d turn around so quickly, are you alright?” he asks, hands moving lower on your arms and eyes searching, as if he’s testing if you’re steady enough. Taking the chance, you quickly pull back and rip them altogether from his hold. His lips form a pout you don’t catch. 

“Yea, I’m, uh…”

Your mouth runs dry when you let your eyes travel lower, along exposed ink, sun-kissed skin and hardened muscle you had never seen before. A faint stripe of hairs peeks out from behind his gray sweats, the sight enough to make your mind wonder how he looks lower underneath. Would he be as pretty as you imagine him to be?

Fuck. Typical. Just your luck.

Pushing the thought away, you will yourself to grimace and take a step back, away from his heat and onto clearer ground. It helps that the sudden scent lingering on him isn’t the most pleasant one.

“I’m fine, thanks. Wasn’t it laundry day yesterday?” you ask, a weak attempt to defy the heat spreading up your neck once you fully process his touch, and to hopefully derail whatever thoughts he likely just formed of you. 

“What?” Jungkook looks down at himself with mild amusement, a smirk growing on his lips before his eyes bore into yours again. “Do you want me to wear a shirt? Do you not like what you see?”

Again. You hate it here.

You ignore the way your stomach tightens, hating that what he’s implying is right. A part of you does, undeniably, like seeing his skin, you can’t deny that to yourself. But for all of that, an even bigger part of you exists that simply does not. Not when your head swims with the overwhelming idea of getting rid of the dot on his collarbone, be it by hiding it through makeup or painting it a deeper hue of violet all on your own. And much less when the smell of sex gets more distinct each passing second, making you scrunch your nose in distaste. 

“No,” you grumble, crossing your arms and making your way past him and towards the kitchen. 

“No you don’t want me to wear a shirt?” he counters, tilting his head to the side, round eyes faking innocence a few steps behind you.

You whip your head around without thinking, cheeks pink and eyebrows knitted together in annoyance as an unthought retort makes its way to your throat. Before you can say anything in return, though, he’s already grinning at your flustered state. 

“I’m kidding,“ he laughs, “You’re just easy to tease, Y/N, sorry. I was going to go shower but apparently hyung’s still in there, and I haven’t seen you in a while, so." 

That last bit goes completely over your head. ’Still’ is definitely worrying, but you’d rather not know how long he’s been there in total.

"Do you think he’ll be there for more than 10?” you ask, briefly looking at the clock and doing some math. If it’s 6:27 he has exactly 10 minutes to finish. Since the ride to the theater takes around 15 minutes, let’s say 5 is spent on parking, then you’d have exactly 3 minutes to find Tae before the clock strikes 7:00.

“Hopefully not, but who knows.”

“Very reassuring,” you deadpan. It comes out halfheartedly, your focus now on finding the candy stash they keep in the corner cabinet of their kitchen.

Jungkook trains his gaze on your shorter frame when you set your attention on the upper shelf, noticing your confusion at the sight of all the snacks up there. Grabbing a mini bottle of milk from the fridge, he watches on with amusement as you get on your tippy toes, hand trying and failing to grasp the giant yellow bag of m&m’s you’re determined to steal. Before today he’d wondered why Jimin keeps on buying two bags when the shorter strictly eats the peanut-less ones, and when Yoongi doesn’t even eat sweets, but now it makes more sense to him. He vaguely remembers you eating his bag without knowing it was his. Not that he ever corrected you.

Clearly, your struggles are new to you. The peanut m&ms were always on the bottom shelf, always. You had no clue the others decided just last week to stash the dorm’s snacks somewhere more unreachable, mostly so it’s partially forgotten and not inhaled in a single day as compared to how it’s been until then.

Exasperation reveals itself on your clenched jaw and dramatic pout, but just when you’re about to climb the counter, a pair of warm hands anchor themselves to your waist and joist you upwards. 

“W-whoa, hey— w,what are you doing?” Your breath hitches and squeaks as you tense, unused to the touch but trying to work on automatic as warning signals immediately start to blare red. 

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Some of his warmth spreads through the thin fabric of the shirt you’re wearing, giving you goosebumps and speeding up your pulse. “I should be the one with questions, you shorty. Like, is there a reason you’re stealing our m&m’s?” Jungkook asks, tone light and in total contrast to the hot breath you feel against your back. It ignites a shiver to run down your spine, no permission given. Honestly, you’re surprised you hear him over the pulse continuously pounding in your ears.

“Is there a reason you’re helping me steal your m&m’s?” You counter with a mumble, voice small despite your tries to seem unbothered.  Holding onto the wooden cabinets for some stability, you snatch up the bag.

Below you Jungkook drags out a hum as if he’s thinking it through, but with his chest millimeters from your back you can feel the subtle vibrations. You want to scream. Shovel it, Y/N. Shovel it.

“Eh, I don’t mind sharing food in times of need.”

“How do you—is it my dark circles? Do they look that bad?” After Tae’s message you had gone straight for a shower and a fresh change of clothes. Makeup had never been a source of comfort, and today was no different. 

“Um…”

Peering down with the full intent of adding that he can bring you down now, you catch a glimpse of the fading marks on his knuckles seconds before his grip tightens around your waist. If Jungkook manages to hear your weak whimper he says nothing. He simply lowers you gently and without command, muscles flexing but no complaints of your weight present. 

“Thanks,” you add, turning to face him but rooting yourself to the spot instead of following his touch like you want to do. There’s only so much you can take before all that’s left is to crumble, and you deny to let yourself seem that weak. It’s not like you’ve changed your mind regarding your crush, after all. The quicker you forget about it, the better. The more you suppress it, the easier it will be to forget. Right? “For the lift, I mean, and for allowing my petty crime.”

The fact that you find Jungkook halfway towards the island counter, mere seconds after he lets go, stays in the front of your mind. The distance between you two grows back to the one you’re used to faster than you expect. 

“Y'welcome,” he says, words slurred together as his accent shows and that toothy, bunny smile of his gets shot your way. It’s blatantly infuriating how easily he manages to make your erratic heart thud, thud, thud. But you swallow the truth, suppress how you’ve long to see every little thing he keeps on doing. “And nah, you should’ve seen Yoongi hyung this morning. Still look exhausted though. When do you finish?”

“Today—”

Jungkook blinks. “Already?”

“—Mhm. Which is why Taetae wants to hang out, and why I need these,” you motion for the bag cradled in your arms as if it were your very own child—as if you’d ever want any. The small space on the counter becomes your new seat, feet swaying anxiously with each second Jimin doesn’t come out.

“Let me guess. Movies?” he asks, eyes starry as he slurps the remaining liquid from his bottle and extends an arm your way. You get the gist of what he wants when he makes grabby hands. He looks adorable, but the way his bare torso keeps on making your stomach flip and sink at any given glimpse tells you he’s actually at his most dangerous. 

You simply nod, letting him grab some m&ms from your bag before you can come to regret it.

“Which one?”

“I… dunno yet,” you confess, head tilting. “It’s his turn to choose.” Truthfully, the question hadn’t come up. Movie sessions at the dorms always consist of rotating turns: one week him, one week Jimin, one week you. Considering Tae hadn’t even mentioned the name, you take it he’s claiming his turn. It’s been ages since you’ve been to the theater, as well, so no new or specific titles of your choice come to mind.

Sometimes it baffles Jungkook that he doesn’t really know how much time you spend with his friends. Tough maybe less when he met you first, lately whenever you’re available he’s busy trying to finish his latest piece, or getting x or y homework done with, or waiting for inspiration to strike, or de-stressing through a good fuck or some exercise. Or at least he thinks so. Whether you’re busy with astrophysics or something else he doesn’t ask, he only knows you’re often not there. So whenever he hears about you from his hyungs, he wonders just how close you’ve gotten to the most important people in his life, while completely skipping over his radar. 

“Oh? ” he hums, mildly interested but unable to say or do much else besides munch.

An idea begins to play in your head as you pop a blue in your mouth, the recurring invite repeating itself like a broken record stuck in repeat, waiting to be talked about. Would he even want to go with you guys? Part of you figures he doesn’t, that he’s likely preoccupied with matters unknown to you so there’s no point in asking. The other half tells you to try anyway, that maybe officializing a… deeper friendship —if you had one in the first place— might be just what you need. To take him off the pedestal your heart built for him, to know a more real side of him, if he ever allows it.

“Hey, Jungkook? Would—”

“Incoming”

Your tongue gets tied to your throat the second Widowmaker’s voice travels around the kitchen, resounding loudly from whereyou guess is his pocket.

Jungkook gives you a sheepish look as he takes his phone out, a sorry halfway past his lips when his eyes catch the screen. He’s so entranced by whatever is catching his attention that his voice loses all volume. By the way his head suddenly cocks to the side, you know he’s either feeling challenged or having his ego massively stroked, but you can’t quite place the flush faintly covering his cheekbones.

Another apology tries leaving him when he notices your waiting stare, his fingers hurriedly tapping at his screen. But it’s a useless effort, since he’s cut off again, this time by ringtone. 

Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to answer, a slight smirk of his in place. You can’t help but squirm and look away.

“Gimme a sec babe—no I’m not, just give me—”

Oh. 

The way his tone changes, the way his eyes glaze in less than a heartbeat, him. You drown it all out, drown him out. You don’t need this right now, or so soon, or at all.

As if knowing you need a saviour and a distraction, your forgotten phone begins to play Tae’s chosen ringtone. The clock reads 6:36 pm. 

“Oh, fuck.” Scrambling, you pocket the bag of chocolates and stand up in a hurry. 

“Wait, Y/N,” Jungkook calls from his seat. You see his phone pressed to his chest, as to muffle your conversation from being heard, or to ignore the loud voice still finding a way to be heard over his own. “What did you want to ask me?”

But it’s then that Jimin barrels out of the bathroom, loud and striking as if a new form of thunder. And like thunder, you hear his voice before his body.

“I’M DONE, Y/NNNNNN LET’S GOOoooo!" 

His voice dies out the closer he gets to you, a confused sound replacing his words at the sight of his roommate. It’s clear he didn’t expect to find you and Jungkook in the same room, presumably… interacting. 

Turning to the youngest, you offer a halfhearted shrug and an easy lie. "I kinda forgot already, sorry." 

If he replies, you don’t know. You don’t register Jimin’s confused "huh? forgot what?” either. Tae’s call had gone to voicemail amidst all the noise, so you have to do damage control. 

As expected, he picks up after the first ring. “Y/n?"

"Is that Tae?” Jimin suddenly asks, head whipping your way. His tiny hands reach for your phone without your confirmation, making you twist away to evade his wiggling fingers. t’s as if he somehow knows it’s his friend despite not being able to hear his voice, nor you giving any indication. “Kim Taehyung! Why aren’t you picking up my—”

“Hyung, can you lower your voice?” Jungkook calls from somewhere in the background, a bit exasperated at the commotion. 

Your head hurts. Why couldn’t they both shut up? 

“Hey, Jimin’s with me already, we’ll be on our way.”

“Ya, Jungkook, are you really asking me that? Just go talk somewhere else! And what are you doing without a shirt on? I told you not to harass Y/N.”

You can hear Taehyung whining from the other end of the line. Honestly, you missed it, missed him. “You haven’t left? Is that Jungkook? Why are you still in the dorms?”

“What? I didn’t do anything! If you didn’t take so long in the bathroom—wait—” a timbre shift. He’s not talking to Jimin anymore. “Did you really just disobey me?" 

“Disgusting…” Jimin huffs from besides you, annoyed and equally embarrassed by his roommate’s lack of shame. It’s exactly what he needs to move into action, bidding the boy farewell with a simple “just behave while I’m gone.”

You can only roll your eyes at the background exchange, ignoring, ignoring, ignoring. "No, yes, and I’ve no idea why but we’re leaving now,” you answer. Jimin’s smaller hand grabs yours before you finish speaking, pulling you along until you fall into steps behind him.  “Plus I bring m&ms so that’s a win.”

You don’t catch Jungkook’s warm see you later!, too caught up with Tae’s praise over your choice of chocolate and the rush to go once and for all. 

And that’s okay. You wouldn’t have been able to answer, anyway. Not with the growing uncertainty in your chest. 

Would a friendship with him be worth the impending heartache? Could you put yourself through that before you push your own feelings away?

Maybe you aren’t ready just yet.

[thelostandforgottenangel]

Good Morning everyone! I'm back!

 I am happy to say that it is over, any reported harassment's against me were investigated; I had to send so much crap in and was told to wait; I was not guaranteed anything but it is luckily over and I can move past that and enjoy my followers and dear Tumblr family once again

Thank you for the few who gave me the support; I did get the messages whoever you are, I really would like to put a face to them but will not post them publicly to keep everyone safe. 

Now I want to take this time to apologize to everyone for whatever I did because for the two people I had contact with talked me out of a very permanent plan to officially leave here if I lost my page after many years of being able to confide in people who cared and built me up because this is my safe zone; my safe haven away from my reality which I do need my escape to forget for just a second. 

Returning to Tumblr after a forced hiatus, I was just happy to be back and check on my loved ones; getting my new phone in and finally having access to the internet again had me so happy until I got a message I did not fully understand

Now I had just returned; I had no clue what was going on when this happened and, yes, it upset me deeply to be delighted to talk to somebody I considered a friend and instead while replying to ask how they were doing wanting to be sure they were okay ((Understanding the person had been having troubles before I vanished I was looking in on a friend)) before the chat showed they had blocked me right after

Like everyone on here except one person; there is no way to contact me if I go missing. If I am not here due to I either: 1.) not having internet thanks to the person in control of it or 2.) functioning with a broken phone meaning - I did not get updates unless it was somebody who knew who to contact

I had no other way of reaching out since the friend is no longer active here after leaving months ago.

I had no clue what was transpiring and, Lexi, who anyone who has followed me since the beginning, is my lovely Anonymous penpal who sends me writing ideas for stories and the only real reason I left anonymous asks active because she, like me, suffers from extreme anxiety was trying to boost positivity for me because she understood my situation and the place I am in

I understand now she contacted a lot of people looking for me because; my anon messaging was finally turned off weeks before I left right after I stood up to my bully – I am sorry for that I did not get to say goodbye to anyone because it happened without warning and to those who knew what was going on I knew you would understand, and I know I worried a few people, it was never my plan to be such an inconvenience 

Now at some point in the last few days, I had a dear friend send me some things in a submission that I never saw and wish I never had, thankfully; I know now, and for the sake of their sanity and to keep from adding any more drama or toxic actions to our wonderful fandom, they will remain unnamed because I do not want them catching any hate

Nobody here deserves hate.

So I will not be posting the original nor will I release the creator's name; this was a problem between us it stays between us because I do not wish ill on you; I hope you are successful and are having no more issues, I know returning to my page and not seeing any anon hate in my box after ten days is very refreshing for a change

I have seen everything said about me in three possibly four separate posts since it was all sent to me as one with little separations in-between, and I’m okay with it; I guess I have to accept this is how you feel I have nothing else to say on the matter

What you are saying is fine; I’m not going to let it get me, that is your opinion, and as human's, we are all allowed to have an opinion 

Now, I don't know if you will see this, but I don’t think you are crazy in any way; I think you are intelligent and you have a huge heart; in our IM's you told me about your disorder also about you mental problem and like I said there I still understand; it runs in my family and, thankfully it bypassed me; but I still have compassion for those battling mental illnesses since I do have a few myself

I didn’t know about the ask you got until you mentioned it before I returned, and since mentioned by my best friend that she got one too earlier in the day I already knew who you were talking about

I had just seen it when I got blocked, and I didn’t fully get to read it until this morning when I was finally able to log on, and yes, I privately told you who that anon was because I had told her what a sweet person you were encouraging her to friend you, I have no idea how I lied but it is okay too

I was not here for those hate messages nor was I involved in anything I get too much hate daily when I am here to even dream of sending it but, nobody will believe me except anyone who has ever interacted with me

In your post, you warned people about three of those five people (Again; the ones I know about will not be named) 

I only tried to interact once with your Raph; the response was enough to discourage me from ever trying again; you were stressed I got that because of everything going on I can only imagine you felt like it was an attack, I did not want an RP I just needed somebody to talk to that night, and, for once I didn't go directly to private messages as I do with everyone, that was my fault so I deserved the blow up even if I did not know about that RP until you explained. I apologized, profusely because I felt bad for bringing up – it was to talk, something many know I am not good at, I didn’t know the subject would hurt you; we had never interacted but you had offered to interact with me at one time if I needed you and trying to heal I attempted to reach out on the only thing I had seen on your page a long time ago

I don't get to RP for me haven't for a long while now, but I try to make others happy

But I am sorry I made an effort to reach out; you didn't need that

So if you are in the TMNT fandom, please be cautious because I only seem cause problems for the people I care for

You blocked me, you have your reasons, and yes, I do respect them and, after this post, it is in the past; I hope you are doing and getting along well

And guys, I can’t and will not give the name of this person or do it privately because I don’t want them catching any hate, but please, by all means, if you ever find their blog follow them; they are so talented and deserve so much love from this fandom

Lastly, while I will be staying on Tumblr because I do not want to leave any of you, I will be making several changes to my several pages soon to make sure this never happens again and to all my followers; I love you guys, and for that, I will no longer be posting struggles on here anymore even though I only gave you guys a penny in a 10-gallon bucket because I needed comfort that was too much; my problems are my burden, not yours; and I can not say how sorry I am that I ever put that on any of you

Nobody needs to know what their friends are dealing with when we come here to be happy because it is too much to put on anyone not personally dealing with it, so you will only see the sadness in my stories and only see the struggle in my art 

My ask box will be open; anon will alternate day to day but, any hate I hope not to see will be deleted immediately; if your face is on the lovely message; you will be blocked right there just like the last 12 people since quarantine started for me in February

Also, while I am still here *this is a scheduled post it is 4 a.m. my time will post, hopefully after I am asleep cause my sleep schedule is grossly off* I do not want ANY hate streaming from this post, I know my followers will not do that to anyone; this is just me getting it out of my system 

We are breaking the chain of toxicity right here! We were not meant to be friends in this lifetime but maybe the next

Tumblr, at one point, was always a beautiful, safe place for many of us who needed a way out of our situations; and when I joined in 2014 as a supernatural blog I was run off, then I came back again in 2016 for TMNT and found my family some of us just wanted a place to be us; to not be judged for who we were, it needs to go back to that for all of its members soon.

We have already lost way too many wonderful creators from here let's not lose any more

And if you have noticed a difference in the last three months, mostly pertaining to my writing; I downloaded Grammarly and started taking classes with my old English teacher on ZOOM who, bless her heart, had to deal with my dumbass in school because I suck at punctuality.

I was very self-conscious about admitting that, but somebody reminded me there is no shame in learning something again and I have been working hard

[geniedocroe]

I was wondering if you could a do a request for me. A BoB request? Just a fluff for Joe Toye. Kind of like how Gene met Renee in Bastogne. But Toye met the reader by saving the reader from becoming a POW. The reader is a french allie sent to help and has trouble with English at times, but is sticking to the platoon and Toye follows her around, trying to protect and get to know her more.

WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD

(joe toye X reader)

fluff & angst

wc: 2256

you were absolutely terrified. first you were brought to normandy, then you became a prisoner of war. the americans really took no pity on you. they had interrogated you for hours before bringing you outside and handcuffing you to some random pole. soldiers stared at the you as they walked past. one even offered you a cigarette.

“non, merci. je ne fume pas.” you politely declined, shifting away. he must’ve understood that you said no because he backed off.

no, thank you. i don’t smoke.

the other american soldiers seemed afraid of the man that offered cigarettes. you overheard them talking about how he killed 20 POWs after offering cigarettes to them. suddenly you was glad that you could understand some english.

eventually, you aloud yourself to sit on the floor. your legs were aching but the soldiers drifting past you seemed to suffer more. a couple soldiers approached you, but one stood out from the rest.

“where are you from?” the soldier asked.

it took a minute for your brain to translate his words. “france. you?”

“pennsylvania. i’m american.” he eyed you, taking all of you in and you looked back wearily.

“yes.” you motioned to his uniform. you seemed very out of place. you wore a floral buttoned up dress with mary jane shoes. the shoes were heeled and very uncomfortable. something in you wished that you had one of the outfits the american soldiers war. it seemed ten times more comfortable than what you had on at the moment.

the soldiers cheeks flushed as he gave you one last look before turning to walk away. your gaze fell to the floor. you wished that you could be back home in france with your family. you had been hoping to fall in love with some foreign trooper but it was clear that wouldn’t happen. you didn’t even know anything about the war and now you were a prisoner! it was unfair.

right now your life depended on your persuasion and english skills. the american soldiers probably had plans you and you definitely weren’t excited to see what they were. you were tired of being catcalled. even though you couldn’t understand the men, you knew their intentions.

it had been hours and you were still handcuffed to the same pole. it was snowing and you were sure you were in the beginning stages of hypothermia. you had been constantly shivering. all of your movements were incredibly slow. at one point you even lost consciousness. luckily a few officers were near by and they alerted a medic. you didn’t know why they cared about you but you were glad they did.

when you awoke you were in a building, handcuffed to a table. it was clear that you had been laid on the floor with blankets piled around her. there were a couple other people in the room. they all stared at you as you pushed herself up slightly. one of them rushed to your side.

“vous devez vouz allonger. vouz souffrez d’hypothermie.” the man had a stark white band on his upper arm with a red cross sewn on. you assumed he was a medic because of how he spoke to you.

you must lie down. you have hypothermia.

you groaned but didn’t move. your mind wandered to places that asked important questions. those questions yearned for answers. most importantly you wanted to know why these men would want to help you.

“pourqoui?”

why?

“hm?”

“pourquoi m'aider?”

why help me?

“vous avez un admirateur. celui qui ne vous laissera pas mourir. en plus, je suis censé vous aider.”

you've got an admirer. one that just won't let you die. besides, im supposed to help you.

———

as time passed you had decided to stick around the americans. one of the officers declared that you were no longer as prisoner of war after your admirer had a word with him. the identity of admirer hadn’t been revealed but you were very grateful for that soldier.

your closest friend had been eugene roe because he too spoke french. he was the easiest to converse with. he made your life 10 times easier. he had also been checking up on you daily after he determined that you had a bad case of hypothermia. no matter how much you insisted that you were fine, eugene was always there to tell you otherwise.

you had also become very close with one other soldier. it was the one soldier that stuck out to you. he was the one you remembered out of the hundreds you saw every single day. you were glad to have him around because he was such a genuine guy. he was named joe toye.

joe toye had changed your life. he introduced you to all the other soldiers when he saw that you had no one else to talk to. when you had no food he would give you some of his own. you weren’t good with english so he had tried giving you lessons. however, you were nearly a lost cause but persisted anyways.

“come on, y/n. say it again. my name is y/n and i am from france.

“my name is . . . y/n. am . . . i am from . . . fran - france.”

“that was better. now, can you say this is my friend joe?”

“this is joe. joe is . . . joe is my . . . friend?”

“yes. that was good. good job!” joe reached forward to give you a bone crushing hug. you were grinning from ear to ear. hopefully these lessons would help you out in the long run. joe was glad to be able to help you. it was a great way to pass time.

“good!” you smiled back brightly. english was a difficult language and you didn’t think you’d ever understand it but with joe’s help you were doing better than you had in years.

the two of you sat back and just stared at one another. it was a while before either of you looked away. both of your cheeks were burning. something was there. something neither of you could see.

after that moment, your relationship was never the same. joe was constantly around you. you couldn’t turn a corner without him being right there. he wanted to protect you and honestly you didn’t mind him being around all the time. it was like you always had someone to talk to. it was comfortable being around him. his presence never bothered you.

all of the other men noticed joe’s absence when they sat in groups as they waited like sitting ducks. to find him they had to look for you. the two of you were connected at the hip. when one wasn’t with the other, it had an affect on the other mentally. without joe you felt as if a part of you was missing. you weren’t complete.

even eugene knew something was up. you were never one to talk about boys but you were one to talk about joe. eugene didn’t need to ask joe how he was when he could just ask you. you went to eugene when you didn’t know how to feel.

“gene? j'espère que je ne vous attrape pas au mauvais moment.” you approached the medic during mealtime.

i hope i’m not catching you at a bad time.

“bien sûr que non.” he motioned for you to sit.

of course not.

you smiled and sat on the ground beside you. this was one of the times when joe had decided to leave you. you were extremely bored so you went to find your second best friend. eugene roe.

“que penses-tu de joe?”

what do you think of joe?

“toye?”

“non, liebgott.” you rolled your eyes.

“joe est un homme bon.”

joe is a good man.

“je le pense aussi.”

i think so too.

———

when you found out that joe had been hit you lost all feeling in your body. time stopped. you collapsed to the floor. you felt like you were the one that had been hit. lewis nixon was really regretting telling you the news.

once you calmed down you demanded to leave with joe. you couldn’t stay in such a place without him. nixon told you that he would have a talk with the other officers and get back to you as soon as possible. however, you wouldn’t take no for an answer. you marched up to dick winters and told him that you were going to joe no matter what. you didn’t belong to the u.s. army and you weren’t a prisoner of war. you could do as you pleased.

dick told you that you could leave immediately. he told you to take care of yourself and to take care of joe. you still had tears streaming down your face as you said your goodbyes to the other men. you didn’t think it was going to be the last time you ever saw them but you couldn’t take any risks. the hardest to say goodbye to was eugene. you spent the most time with him. the two of you embraced for what felt like hours but couldn’t have been more than two minutes. you promised to meet up as soon as the war was over. he wished you luck and told you to make sure joe lived a good life.

you spent everyday at joe’s bedside when you returned to a hospital in the states. you had learned the unfortunate fate of your family and you knew joe was all you had left. you owed the world to him and he owed everything to you. over the time you knew him your english had gotten ten times better. he was on so much medicine that he didn’t even realize you were by his side until his second week of being in the hospital.

you had returned from lunch when he was sitting up fully for the first time since he got hit. losing a limb was never an easy thing to comprehend. you could tell he was different. this wasn’t the man you met in normandy. this man was broken and you knew it. he was very shocked to see you enter the room.

“y/n?”

“joe!”

you ran to him immediately. he pushed himself up as much as he could and threw his arms around you. once again time stopped. you could’ve stayed in that moment forever. both of you were crying but didn’t notice it until you pulled away. you stared at one another before joe pulled you in and kissed you.

your entire stomach felt like it was an olympic gymnast. you entire body felt like it was on fire. you didn’t think you were on earth anymore. you must have ascended to some other wave length. your lips moved in sync and they fit together like a puzzle that took ages to be put together. however, some things just took time and eventually you knew you would end up with your soulmate. your soulmate just happened to be joe.

you were the first to pull away. it might’ve been your first kiss but there was many more to come. joe was reluctant to pull away from you. his hand rested on the back of your shoulder and you had no intentions of moving away. you did what you had to do. you hugged him tightly. joe cried into your shoulder and you cried with him. neither of you could believe that you made it out of the war alive.

if you thought you and joe were inseparable before you returned to the states then you had another thing coming. you couldn’t leave a room without joe asking you where you were going. he could just feel your presence missing. some people would say he was clingy but you knew he was too afraid to be alone. last time he was alone he lost a limb. you couldn’t leave him alone in that state. so you decided to immediately move in together. you and joe bought a house in pennsylvania. it was down the street from bill guarnere (who had also lost a leg at the same time as joe).

some days he couldn’t talk. most days he would cry for hours. it was difficult to adjust to life. but you were always there. he could always count on you. some days you felt like you were back in normandy. you could feel the chilling air and you could see the shattered soldiers. sometimes time would slow and you would have to sit down and look at what you had. you had to sit down and appreciate the fact that you made it home even thought so many didn’t. most days everything felt like a dream but somehow you knew it was reality.

you knew you had made it the moment you stepped foot into your new house with joe beside you. you knew you had made it when joe sat you down on the couch and told you that he was in love with you. you knew you had every single thing you needed when you looked at the man that would throw everything away for you.

when the news of the war being over spread to your house you nearly threw up. you and joe had gotten married two months before. it was a small wedding. it was all you needed. you were three months pregnant when the war ended. you were the happiest you could be when the war ended. you were content.

what a wonderful world.

[whumpsideblog]

Part One//Part Two//Part Three

 Calum was a Collector. That’s what they called him, and those like him anyway. They collected the payments, and when payments weren’t made, they collected the person on file as being closest to the debtor. He had done this a thousand times before. He knew pain and torture like the back of his hand, he’d spent years of his life doing this to innocent people. He could tune out the screams, the begging and pleading him to stop, the smell of blood no longer made him sick and he knew just what to do to harm them but keep them alive as long as possible. All this time, all these unfortunate people, only two had died at his hands.

 Jason was different though. Jason didn’t beg for mercy, Jason didn’t ask why this had to happen to him and he didn’t fight back. He calculated his choices carefully, he was ready to do whatever it took to get free and if Calum so much as hesitated it seemed to upset him. He wasn’t used to this kind of submission, someone so calmly deciding what pain be inflicted on themselves, hell, Jason was creative combining multiple things at a time, Calum had kept people for months and in that time only broken a finger or two, while Jason seemed to know, or think he knew, how much he could handle at one time. 

 When he came back in the morning Jason was a mess. He was trembling, letting out choked sobs. Blood was running down his neck and soaking the collar of his shirt from where he tried too hard to lean back. He looked horrible, and Calum felt the need to apologize to him as he took out his phone and snapped a quick picture of him, face swollen and bloody, tears mixing with dried blood, his nose horribly out of place. Once the picture was taken he was quick to unlock the collar first, and then cut the rope. Almost immediately Jason slumped forward, Calum having to catch him so he wouldn’t smash his face on the floor. 

 “We’re not doing anymore today.” He told him seriously, freeing him from the handcuffs as well. 

 “N-no, I… I have to keep going… please…” he whimpered as he was laid down. “I… I can handle it…”

 “No, you can’t, you need to stop.” He cut the rope binding his ankles before leaving him there for a moment. He took the clean rag kept by the bathtub in the room, soaking it with warm water before returning. He gently cleaned away the blood from his face and neck, though Jason winced and whimpered when he did so. “Your body can only handle so much, believe me, I know, you need a rest.”

“A rest won’t get me anywhere… I have to pay all this off, please, beat me, whip me, cut my hair, just do something!” He begged. Calum had never heard someone tearfully beg him to continue to hurt them, something about it made him sick to his stomach. 

 “No!” He said sternly. “Just calm down, you have all the time in the world to pay this off, one short break won’t kill you.” Once Jason was cleaned up and got up and went to rinse all the blood out of the rag. Once he was done he told Jason to just lay there for a moment, leaving the room.

 He knew he’d be in a lot of shit for this, but at this rate Jason was going to be dead in a week, and then where would they be? His phone was already buzzing, no doubt his boss telling him to get his ass back in there and break that poor kid, but for once he ignored it. He was going to be in so much fucking trouble.

 He made his way to the infirmary in the building. He showed up there often, so no one questioned it when he went searching through the countless drugs kept in a cabinet. Most of them were poisons, or hard drugs meant to cause extreme pain, even paralysis in some cases. It took him forever to find some kind of pain killer, those weren’t usually needed by Collectors after all. 

 He took the pain killers and got him a cold water bottle, taking it back to the room. He opened the door, expecting to find the younger man curled up on the floor where he left him. Instead, he was on his knees next to the drawers where Calum kept most of his supplies. He’d found the stun gun, just as Calum opened the door Jason gave himself a shock. It didn’t last long though, as he immediately dropped the device.

 “What the fuck are you doing?!” He rushed over to him, dropping the water and painkillers before dragging him away from the drawers, pulling him farther when he weakly tried to reach for the stun gun.

 “I-if you won’t do it then I- I thought I could… do it myself…” He groaned in pain, every movement no doubt exasperating his previous injuries.

 “That isn’t how this works idiot. I told you, you’re taking a break today, I don’t care if I have to force you to.” He left him in the middle of the room, grabbing more rope and going back to him. Jason tried to struggle away but Calum was able to easily hold him down. He bound his arms securely behind his back, then bound his ankles once again. “You’re making a really good case as to why I shouldn’t ever untie you again.” He said with a sigh, going to get the discarded items. 

 He came back and pulled him into a sitting position, ordering him to open his mouth, which he did. He dropped one pill in his mouth before holding the bottle up to his lips. He repeated this once more before sighing, sitting down more comfortably beside him. 

 “You really love Lev this much, huh?” He asked after being silent for some time. Jason nodded slowly.

 “Love ‘im to death…” he murmured. 

 “I can’t imagine loving someone so much that I let myself be tortured.” He said, shaking his head. 

 “Lev… means the world to me… I’d rather it be me here than him…” 

 “Well… Lev can wait. He knows you’re alive, I have to keep him updated, and as long as you’re here and alive, he’s safe.” He started to get up. “Speaking of which, I should get today’s picture to him. I’m sure he’s worried sick about you.” He felt the need to get out of the building, at least for now. His boss was without a doubt pissed off at him, and he was going to pay for straying from his job like this. At the very least, he could postpone it, even just for a little bit.

 ***

  It was late when he returned. He stayed out longer on purpose, he hoped that when he got back he’d be able to check on Jason and then go to bed. He wasn’t that lucky though, the minute he stepped inside he was grabbed, dragged off to his boss’s office. He didn’t even try to struggle, he knew it was pointless. 

 He was taken to the office and dropped on the floor, forced to his knees. His boss, Mr. Savaro didn’t look the least bit pleased with him. 

 “Calum, this isn’t like you.” He said, rising from his desk chair and approaching him. Savaro was a tall man, and while Calum wasn’t short or small by any means, he always felt like a small, deeply in trouble child when forced in front of him like this. He was an older man, not elderly though, and certainly had no need for the cane he carried with him everywhere, which Calum was sure that a blade was hidden inside. “Going against orders, ignoring me, why, you even tried to run, didn’t you?”

 “I’m sorry sir.” He said quietly, keeping his eyes on the floor. Savaro jabbed the end of the cane under his chin, tilting his head up.

 “You seem to forget that I've been doing you a favor these past few years.” He said sternly. “I don’t tolerate fuck ups on the best of days, much less from charity cases like yourself.” 

 “I’m sorry sir.” He repeated. By now he knew that groveling for forgiveness was the only way to go in these cases. 

 “Yes, you will be.” In one swift motion Savaro swung the cane, cracking it against Calum’s face. He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to stay up right. He knew that if he moved it would only be worse. The cane slammed against his temple, and then caught his ear, but he still didn’t move. “Tell me boy, what did your assignment request last?” He asked.

 “Stress position sir. All night.” He knew where this was going and he wasn’t the least bit happy about it. 

 “Ohh, a fun one, hm?” He sneered. “I suppose I can leave you here overnight. At least I’ll know where you are.” He turned to one of the men waiting by the door, giving him a list of things to gather. The man left and Savaro knelt down in front of him, tangling a hand in his hair and forcing him to look up at him. “Since you don’t want to do your job I guess that you can take some pain off his shoulders.”

 “Yes sir…” He said quietly. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d been subjected to this, but it was by far one of his least favorites. He found it hard to believe Jason was able to willingly subject himself to this all night. Eventually the man returned, and Savaro took the items before dismissing both of them, so just him and Calum were in the room. Calum was almost grateful for this. 

 “Over here, now.” Savaro ordered, stepping over to a chair inside the office. Calum did as he said, he stood stock still as his ankles were bound, as he was made to cross his arms over his chest, his wrists bound and then his arms. He was forced to kneel once more, rope fashioned around his neck like a collar, and a length tied to the back of the chair, making it so that if he wished to breath, he would have to keep himself bent backwards. All. Night. Despite his impending dread for the night ahead of him, he did as he was told, he didn’t fight or protest. He knew he’d never get anywhere. Savaro stepped back to look him over, and Calum kept his eyes averted. He hated feeling this helpless, this vulnerable. 

 “Hopefully this will teach you not to disobey me. I don’t want this becoming a common occurrence.” He said as he used a strip of cloth to blindfold him. Calum didn’t see it as necessary, but he knew better than to question him. He opened his mouth, prepared with his automated “yes sir” but as soon as he did he was roughly gagged. He squirmed uncomfortably in his bonds, it had been years since he was last in this position and he’d hoped he’d never be this way again. “Let’s hope you’re back to normal in the morning, Calum.” He felt that awful cane tap against his knee. “I’d hate to do something even worse to you.”

 He didn’t bother trying to respond through his gag, just listened to the retreating footsteps and the slam of a shutting door, leaving him to himself and his discomfort for the rest of the long night. 

[dc-plus-marvel]

Any chance you could do a fic where Arthur is in love with the reader but she’s to marry orm (who’s also in love her) and basically just a big jealously thing pleeease :)

mod soph here, i really liked how this fic turned out but two things first:

1) im going to have two different endings so you can choose which guy you want to end up with, arthur or orm

2) me and cas are working on the aquaman requests but updates might be a little slower due to school starting back up again but don’t worry we will answer all of your request thanks for understanding :)

since that has been cleared up let’s begin

Quite the Dilemma

Arthur never understood why Atlantis continues to follow some of its outlandish traditions; he still doesn’t. Arthur often claims despite their technology advancing, their ways seem to remain in the past. Unfortunately, the council does not share this same sentiment. The audible disgust shown from Atlantis’ elite quickly shows Arthur that Atlantis enjoys their traditions, despite seeming very medieval. Thus, causing Arthur to silence his questioning of Atlantean culture. Well, that was until Arthur met Y/n.

Y/n was once betrothed to Orm Marius, Arthur’s half-brother. The marriage was delayed due to Orm’s destruction of the surface realm. While Y/n shared Orm’s horror and disgust towards the horrid things done to marine life because of surface dwellers, Y/n extremely disagreed with his way of resolving this issue. One might think Y/n hated Orm for such violence and maybe Y/n was foolish for forgiving him, but Y/n eventually did. Despite protests from multiple people, Y/n still saw the potential for good in him. In Y/n’s heart, Y/n knew he had just been led down the wrong path and Y/n was ready to help guide him down the right one. That’s what caused her to meet Arthur.

Following Mera’s updates on the seven kingdoms, Arthur started heading towards his brother’s room to see if his hatred towards the surface was still present. As he was about to walk in his large frame bumped into a much smaller one. “Oh, I’m so sorry.” A soft feminine voice announces. Arthur looks down to see a young woman trying to pick up scrolls and other Atlantean literature. Arthur helps retrieve some of her novels and hands them back to her. She responds with a quiet thanks and a smile. Having not seen her before Arthur decides to introduce himself. “I’m Arthur. Arthur Curry…” He trails off waiting for her to reply with her name. “I know who you are. I’m sorry that sounded rude! What I meant was that I know who you are because you’re the true king…the one who wields King Atlann’s trident…but you already knew that cause…you’re the true king. I’m sorry I ramble when I’m nervous…Oh my god! I didn’t even answer your question! Y/n. My name is Y/n. Y/n L/n.” Arthur chuckled before saying, “Don’t worry about your rambling Y/n. It’s fine, really. Besides I find it cute.” The sudden compliment from the King of the Ocean caused Y/n to smile sweetly before muttering a quiet thank you. “That’s a lot of books…Wait a minute…The Great Gatsby, Hamlet, How to Kill a Mockingbird, and Romeo and Juliet. All of these are books from the surface. How did you get these?” Arthur asks curiously. Y/n sheepishly smiles before responding, “I have Mera get them for me when you two visit the surface. For some reason, I’ve always been curious about the surface and ever since you became king my fascination has only deepened.” Arthur’s face lit up at the thought of another Atlantean knowledgeable and interested in surface culture. “That’s amazing. Maybe I could bring you to the surface next time we go.” Arthur says nonchalantly. Once hearing Arthur’s statement Y/n’s smile goes wide and she squeals with excitement before quickly hugging Arthur. Before Arthur could continue with their pleasant conversation, Orm emerged from his room. “Y/n have you returned with more books? Wait. Arthur? What are you doing here?” Orm asked once he spotted his half-brother. “I was coming here to check up on you but then I met this lovely woman right here. How come you never introduced me to Y/n before?” Arthur says jokingly but oblivious to his brother’s annoyance. “That’s not important. What’s important is Y/n locating that book she wanted to show me. Right, Y/n?” Orm asks referring to earlier before his brute of a brother showed up. Y/n’s eyes lit up before she said, “Oh yeah, I’ll go get that right now.” Swimming towards the library as soon as she finished her statement. Arthur turned towards his brother and said, “Why would you do that? I was this close to asking her to hang out later.” Orm scoffed before replying, “That lady was my betrothed. So…refrain from anything flirtatious.” Arthur looked at Orm incredulously; before he could reply back Orm spoke up once again. “You best return to Mera to resume your kingly duties before Y/n returns.” Refusing to allow Arthur to rebut, Orm returns back into his room. Arthur being annoyed at his brother’s actions muttered under his breath, “Well last time I checked ‘was’ refers to the past. Meaning she’s not your fiance anymore.” Arthur then followed Orm’s ‘advice’ and returned to the throne room before Y/n returned. Little did Y/n know that the battle for her affection had just begun.

Arthur was attending some Atlantean holiday feast. He was still not fully knowledgeable on Atlantean culture, so he let Orm do most of the talking. That was until Y/n arrived. To both Orm and Arthur, she looked ethereal. Each brother had their breath taken away. At this time Y/n was well acquainted with Arthur. “Hello, Arthur and Orm. Happy Lunar Festival. How have your days been, hopefully wonderful?�� Y/n asks. “My day has been splendid. Thank you for asking. I have an inquiry for you Y/n, do you plan on partaking in the traditional moonlight waltz?” Orm responds quickly. Arthur’s face turns into one of confusion and Y/n takes note of this. “The traditional moonlight waltz is a special dance performed when the moon is at its peak. It’s said that whoever you dance with at midnight is your true love, but that’s just a silly myth.” Y/n whispers to Arthur before answering Orm’s question. “Since I have no one to dance with, I think I can’t so no.” She says unaware of the situation about to transpire. “I’ll dance with you.” Both brothers say at the same time. Rendering Y/n speechless. “Forgive my brother, Y/n what he means to say is that I would love it if you joined me in the midnight waltz.” Orm smoothly said causing Arthur to look at him with his mouth agape. “Actually I mean I would like to dance with Y/n. If that’s okay with her.” Arthur said in a serious tone of voice. Any onlooker could identify the tension between the two brothers. Y/n stood in the middle, trying to process what was occurring in front of her. Two members of the royal family had feelings towards her. Sure, she was betrothed to one of them but everyone knows betrothals usually result in loveless marriages. Yet here she was with two people who she cared about deeply fighting over her affections. If they continued like this a fight was inevitable. Fortunately, Mera came to the rescue. Disrupting the spat with a simple question. “Why don’t you let Y/n decide?” Resulting in both men looking at Y/n, awaiting her to mutter their name.

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“Why do you hate me?” - Ben Hardy | part 17

a/n: one more part left!! feedback is appreciated ❤️

Today is the day.

You were standing in front of the full-length mirror in the hotel room, where you and your bridal party were getting ready in. You were just in your lingerie, your hair and makeup already complete. The pure white garter hugged your thigh perfectly, the sparkling tiara sat atop your styled hair. You looked like a princess. Well, a princess in her under garments. Your dress rested perfectly beside the mirror, waiting for you to step into it and start the best day of your life.

Your bridesmaids, which consisted of your sister, Leila, Katherine, Lucy, Priya, Jessica, and your best friend since you were little, were all frantic, running around the room and the hotel, trying to make sure everything was perfect and ready. You, however, continued to stare into the mirror, wondering why you got so lucky with such an amazing boyfriend, and a group of close friends you love dearly. Everything felt too perfect. The last time things felt this way, you and Ben almost broke up.

“(Y/N)?” You were broken out of your daze by Leila, wondering what the hell you were doing.

“Are you okay?” You sighed and shrugged.

“What if everything goes wrong? What if Ben gets scared, or worse, what happens if our marriage doesn’t last?” Your voice dropped to a whisper, too scared to speak it into existence.

“You have nothing to worry about. Ben loves you so much, and there’s no doubt he isn’t having second thoughts.”

“But what if he is?!” You yelled out. You didn’t mean to sound so rude, you were just stressing out. A lot.

“I’ll go and talk to Ben, okay?” You nodded and thanked her, reaching for your robe that Ben’s mom got you specially made. It said “Mrs. Jones” on the back. You sat on the bed and fiddled with your fingers. You stared up at your dress this time, smiling softly at the fact that in an hour, you were going to be walking down the aisle in it.

Your thoughts were yet again interrupted, this time by a knock on your door. You stood and quickly ran to answer it. You saw Gwilym standing there, in his tux, ready for the ceremony to start.

“Hey Gwil, what’s up?” Your heart started to race as you thought of the different scenarios he was coming to talk to you about. Did Ben want to call off the wedding? Is something wrong?

“I just came to see how you’re doing,” he said. You shut the door and shook your head.

“I’m kinda freaking out. I’m scared Ben is gonna back out, or something is going to happen, or in the future, our marriage won’t last. I don’t know why I feel this way. I love Ben so much,” you poured your heart out to him.

“I actually came here because of Ben. He’s the same way you are right now, freaking out over how you feel about this, wanting to talk to you and see if you’re still on the same page.” You immediately felt relief knowing that nothing serious was wrong.

“Does he still want to marry me?” You asked in a hushed voice.

“He does. I promise you. The minute he woke up, he hasn’t been able to stop mentioning that he’s marrying you today.” You giggled softly at his annoyance of his friend.

“I can’t wait to marry him. He makes me so happy.”

“You make him happy, too. I haven’t seen him this happy in a while. I can guarantee you he’ll be there at the end of the aisle. Actually, he might already be there now,” Gwil poked fun at Ben’s impatience. You laughed loudly and pulled Gwilym into a huge hug.

“Thank you. I wonder how Leila is, she went to see Ben for me.”

“Yeah, I saw her getting off the elevator. She told me you were a mess, I told her Ben was a mess. You two are literally made for each other,” he chuckled, rubbing your back softly.

“Just get past this last hour, okay? And I promise everything with be okay.” You nodded at his words as he left. You went back to staring at your dress, a wide smile gracing your lips as you were no longer scared, but now restless and impatient to walk down the aisle.

Leila returned a couple minutes after Gwilym left, and she pretty much told you everything he told you; Ben was so excited to marry you.

So, in the last hour you had as an engaged woman, you were surrounded by your friends and family, the photographer you hired for the entire wedding continued to snap pictures of you chatting, and eventually starting to get ready.

You finally slipped into your dress, with the help of the others of course. Once it was perfectly fit, tears sprung to your eyes. Even though it was a little simple, you still looked amazing. And who needed a huge dress when you’re getting married in a castle?

The dress consisted of a lace top and sleeves, and the skirt was a simple tulle skirt. You immediately fell in love with it the moment you laid eyes on it, you knew it was the one.

“(Y/N), you look absolutely gorgeous!” Your mom said, covering her mouth as she stepped into the room. You turned to her, tears still falling, and wrapped your arms around her.

“Your father and the rest of the groomsmen left for the venue. They should be there in about fifteen minutes. So we can leave then.” You nodded at her words and turned back to your bridal party. They all brought you in for a hug, quietly congratulating you and crying with you. This has been a long time coming, and you couldn’t wait until Ben was finally, and hopefully for forever, yours.

“Alright! Time to get married!” Leila yelled loudly as she raised your hand up, celebrating the end of those fifteen minutes. You laughed and slipped your shoes on, delicately picked up your veil, and headed out of the hotel.

The nerves finally set in, this was it. This last stretch of time, and you would finally be walking down the aisle. The entire car ride consisted of the girls trying to get your mind off of your anxious thoughts. So, the driver put on some Queen, the only thing that made sense to play as you two literally met while on set for the Queen biopic.

The limo pulled up in front of the huge, fairy tale-like castle, and you started to shake slightly. Taking a deep breath, Leila helped you step out of the car and helped insert your veil into your hair. Once it was set, you started the small trek to the entrance, where the groomsmen and your father were waiting.

You reached the group and grabbed for your father’s arm. He smiled happily at you, and you could see the tears in his eyes. He rubbed your hand with his as you stood farther away while the groomsmen and bridesmaids took their places. Your aunt opened the door to the entrance and waved for Gwilym and Leila, the best man and maid of honor, to start walking. One by one, each pair disappeared inside.

Your younger cousin, the flower girl, and Ben’s young cousin, the ring bearer, were finally next. She got her basket ready and entered the threshold.

Here goes nothing.

“You ready?” You heard your dad ask from beside you. You grinned widely and nodded as your aunt opened the door for you. She smiled at you and stood to the side. You looked up to see everyone standing, staring at you in complete awe. Your heart was racing as you searched for the one pair of eyes that only mattered to you.

And once you found them, your heart sped up even more. His green eyes were wide with love and shock, glossed over with tears as he held his hand over his mouth.

He couldn’t believe you were to be his.

Tears fell down his cheeks as you stepped closer and closer to the altar. You saw his knees buckle slightly, Gwilym managing to grab his arms to steady him. You let out a light laugh as you saw that moment play out.

Once you were right in front of him, you stopped. Your dad leaned in to press a kiss to your cheek, and handed your hand to Ben. He gladly took it, despite his insecurity of his hand being extremely warm and sweaty.

“Hi,” he whispered, tears still cascading down his cheeks. You reached up and gently wipe some away with your thumb. You felt your own tears pool in your eyes as you tried your best to conceal them. You turned towards the officiant and the ceremony started. You were too caught up in your thoughts about Ben, you could barely pay attention to the man.

“Now, it’s time for the vows the happy couple has prepared.” Ben nodded to you, signaling for you to go first. There was a microphone stand right in the middle of you two, so you didn’t have to worry about speaking loudly.

“Ben, from the day I met you, I knew there was something special about you. Sure, you may have not liked me the first two months of filming, but that didn’t stop me from trying to talk to you, be around you, and even try to get to know you. It took us three months to get past that hurdle, one of which was my fault. But nothing in the past matters because I’m standing here today, with you, getting ready to start another new chapter in our lives. Three years ago, I don’t think I saw myself ever getting married, let alone finding someone who means the world to me. I also didn’t expect you, my on-screen husband, who hated me because I got along with our co-star quickly, to be that guy. But, I wouldn’t trade anything, I wouldn’t want to be standing here with anyone else. Because I love you so much, Ben Hardy. And I’m so thankful that these past three years of extreme ups and downs in our relationship has finally come to a happy ending.” Your voice started to quiver as you finished your vows, tears cascading down your cheeks. You couldn’t conceal them anymore.

“Ben,” the officiant nodded his head towards your soon-to-be husband. Ben took a deep breath, lifting his hand to quickly wipe some tears away before he started.

“I’ve always believed in love at first sight. Although it may seem stupid and unreasonable, I really do believe that when you see someone, you can tell if you are going to love them or be with them in the future. (Y/N), I fell in love with you the second I saw you. Seeing you with Gwilym made me realize that I probably wouldn’t have a chance with you, no matter how much I wanted it, so I pushed you away. And still, to this day, I deeply regret my actions. I regret not talking to you for two months, instead opting out for rude and insensitive comments. I really don’t understand why you gave me a second chance, let alone a third one a little over a year ago. I’m not the best person, I make mistakes, a lot of them, but you still stayed with me. You still waited for me, you managed to forgive me every time I messed up, and I cannot thank you enough. You are the love of my life, and like you said, I really can’t see myself with anyone else. You are perfect for me. You complete me, and I love you so much, darling. I know the three years we’ve known each other haven’t exactly been ideal, so going forward with our lives, I promise to make you so happy to make up for all of the shit and heartbreak I put you through.” He finished and threw the paper behind his shoulder for Gwil to catch, and grabbed your hands, bringing you closer. The officiant smiled and began with the ‘I do’s.’

“I do,” you whispered, staring into Ben’s eyes with every syllable you repeated from the man.

“I do,” Ben repeats. His eyes bore into yours as well. You could see them glistening with tears as the ceremony was coming to a close.

“I now pronounce you, husband and wife. You may kiss your bride, Mr. Hardy.” With those words, the man stepped back a few inches and Ben stepped close to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. His lips were immediately pressed against yours, one hand coming up to cup your cheek and keep you close. You pulled back from the semi-heated kiss and smiled lightly.

“Now I can finally call you husband and it actually be true. I love you, Ben Jones.”

“My wife. I love you so much, (Y/N) Jones.”

“Why do you love me?” His smirk softened into a loving grin.

“So many reasons, and I can’t wait to show you tonight,” he whispered in your ear and winked after pulling away. A blush crept up your neck and to your cheeks as he chuckled and kissed your heated skin.

You turned towards all of yours and Ben’s friends and family, smiling widely as he held your embraced hands in the air. Everyone cheered and clapped louder, cries making their way through the crowd as you two walked down the aisle as a married couple.

“Ready for the reception?” Ben asked once you two were outside in the nice weather that London is currently having.

“Do you think we could skip it and go back to the hotel?” You asked suggestively and jokingly. Ben playfully rolled his eyes and pulled you into a hug. The photographer snapped picture after picture of the sweet moment.

“I don’t think our families would be too happy. Plus we have to have our first dance, have a lovely dinner and cake. I think you can wait to do it, love.”

“Don’t know if I’m gonna be able to keep my hands off you all night, though, Jonesy.”

“Well, I have no problem with that, Mrs. Jones.”

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