#*screams quietly ‘cause I’m on the train *

[nevertrustanoracle]

Guys, guys, GUYS!

Victor Temple name drop in Bloodhunt!

(Screenshot credit goes to Mera’din in the BH discord. I haven’t gotten to this conversation yet.)

[valerinaswriting]

first glimpse of love.

synopsis: after a close call with death, joel refuses to let you go.

pairing: joel miller x female reader

warnings: established relationship, age gap (sorry i can’t help myself), reader is attacked by a clicker, mentions of death, soft!joel, shower sex, unprotected sex, slight cockwarming, tess does not exist in this fic!

“joel, it’s ok. it’s just a shower,” you reassure, his hand wrapped around your wrist as you attempted to make your way into the bathroom. “i’m fine, i promise.” you add, he nods his head. letting go of you so you were able to retrieve the shower you were desperate to succumb to.

you were truthful when you said you were fine. you’d been attacked by clickers before, even a bloater once. but this was the first time since joel came into your life. in his head, he almost lost you. another person he loved dearly. he shouldn’t have let you go off on your own. he should’ve kept his eye on you. but for a moment, he didn’t. which was when it happened. before either of you could process it, a large clicker was on top of you, causing you to scream. you were able to grab your pistol in time and shoot the infected monster in the head as joel nervously ran to you, pulling the carcus off of you once he got there.

he spent at least 10 minutes panicking and inspecting you for a bite mark, which luckily, you managed to avoid. he was very protective, which made you feel extremely safe. he knew everything about you. that you were an orphan, only a few years old when the virus had destroyed the world he knew. both parents perished not even a year into the pandemic. he was the first glimpse of love you’d ever known. he and ellie were your purpose.

joel decided to stay at bill and franks that night, allowing the battery to fully charge before heading to wyoming. meaning there was access to hot water. you stripped your dirty, bloody clothes onto the floor and stepped into the steamy shower. hissing as the hot water trickled onto your skin. you used a bar of soap to cleanse your body, then washed your hair with the half empty bottles of foreign-scented shampoo and conditioner. joel said bill was resourceful, but you didn’t expect this extent of resourcefulness. you admired it. after reading the letter bill had left for joel, you couldn’t help but wish you could’ve met him and frank before they passed. joel said frank would’ve loved you.

you didn’t know how long you’d been standing there as you lost your train of thought, staring blankly at the tiled wall. you were pulled out of your daze as joel stepped into the shower, immediately wrapping his hand around your torso as he stood behind you.

“i’m not made of glass y'know?” you smiled, placing your hands on top of his. “sorry for wasting so much of the water,” joel just shook his head, placing a kiss on top of your own.

“that’s not why i’m here,” you turned yourself around so you were facing him, his hands pulling you firmly against him as you did. “almost lost you today,” he says quietly, holding you tightly in his arms. he was being dramatic, but his reaction is valid. considering how many people he’s lost along the way. you didn’t say anything, just let him hold you in his arms.

“i love you, joel,” you break the silence, head resting against his damp chest. he traced his fingers along your spine, the sensation of that and the hot water hitting your back was almost orgasmic.

“i love you,” he responds, hooking his finger under your chin and lifting your head. as your eyes locked, he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. your hands lifted to his face, holding his stubbled cheeks as your lips collided. he deepened the kiss, tongue swiping along your bottom lip.

“want you as close as possible,” you say against his lips, he nods his head. knowing exactly what you meant. you felt his big hands travel down your body, resting at the back of your knees before lifting you into his arms. your arms wrap around his neck, his lips not leaving yours for a single second.

“never gonna let anything happen to you,” he says, turning you both so your back was resting against the tiled shower wall.

“i know, baby,” you say, gently biting at his bottom lip. “make me feel so safe,”

he moved one of his hands between your bodies, aligning his hard cock against your entrance. his lips leave yours for a second, examining your face closely as he slowly thrusts his hips forward. pushing himself inside you. your eyes roll back, mouth falling agape as he eventually bottoms out.

he sets a steady pace, indulging in your pretty moans and whimpers as he takes you against the wall. this was your favorite type of sex. slow, passionate, and loving. sure, you loved when joel got rough. calling you a filthy whore as he threw you around like a worthless sex toy. but this reminded you of love, and how much joel truly loved you. it was pure and special.

your nails dug into his shoulder as he quickened his thrusts, head falling back against the cold tiles which led to joel attacking your neck with gentle bites and sloppy kisses.

“g-god, feels so good, joel. please don’t stop,” you whine, legs wrapped tightly around him as you let yourself get completely lost in the pleasure.

“so good for me, baby. always do so good for me,” he spoke against your neck, the vibrations causing your back to arch. warm torsos pressed against each other. “never letting you go again,”

it didn’t take long for your orgasm to begin approaching, feeling all of the indicators that you were on the edge. but you tried your best to hold it off, not wanting this to end. ever.

“j-joel… slow down, don’t wanna cum yet. can’t c-cum yet…” you stutter, but joel didn’t halt his movements.

“just let go, baby. we can stay like this for as long as you want. just let yourself go,” and with that, your body succumbed to the pleasure. thighs trembling as you came around his cock. joel wasn’t far behind, the tightness of your walls and moans of pleasure pushing him over the edge. cumming deep inside of you.

neither of you moved for multiple minutes. embracing each other as if it was the last time you’d ever see one another. it felt so lovely. there was so much love radiating off the both of you. such an unlikely pair, but there is no way in hell you weren’t destined for each other. even if the circumstances of the world were different, you would’ve found each other one way or another.

“pretty enduring for an old man aren’t ya?” you say, finally breaking the silence with a cheeky grin on your face. joel lets out a tired chuckle.

“shut up,” he chuckled softly, pressing his lips to yours with pure delicacy. eventually, you helped joel clean himself up before finally leaving the shower. dressing yourselves in the clothes left in the overflowing cardboard boxes.

ellie had fallen asleep on the couch, so the two of you stayed in the spare bedroom upstairs, knowing the circumstances of what lays downstairs in the main bedroom, you can’t see yourself sleeping well. joel on the other hand didn’t seem too phased. he was pretty desensitized to this kind of thing, which was unsurprising.

joel latched onto your body as the two of you got into bed, you let him of course. and you didn’t say anything. you rested your head on his chest, closing your eyes as the sound of his heartbeat hit your ear.

you were almost asleep when joel finally spoke. “i love you so much,” is what he said. assuming you’d already fallen into a deep slumber.

“i love you so much too, joel.” you reply. those were the last words spoken that night. both of you eventually fall asleep in each other's embrace. safe, alive and feeling an immense level of love. that was all that mattered to him. you were safe, and nothing could harm you now.

[mull3ts]

[ 𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐘? ]

⚠︎ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | Smut (18+), Dilf! Aged Up! Stepfather! Jeno, CNC, Unprotected Sex, Daddy Kink, Somnophilia, Mentions of anal sex

“Is she the missus?” Jaemin asks his friend. Jeno’s wide eyes flicker between you and back to Jaemin. He’s making sure you’re not listening.

“I wish.” He quietly sighs.

But, Jaemin looks confused. “Then who the fuck did you marry?”

Jeno’s lips form a thin line. “Her mother.”

Jaemin does a double take, nearly spitting out his coffee. “You? Married her mother? Surely her mother has to be…”

Jeno shakes his head. “I’m pretty sure I was drunk and happened to be in Vegas.” His lips are a thin line, mostly out of embarrassment and half out of regret.

Jaemin sighs. “Well,” his eyes flicker to your form in Jeno’s kitchen, studying you while you mess with whatever you’re studying for. “I don’t promote anything slightly immoral, but if you’re not gonna…” he makes a gesture. “then I gladly will.” he admits, ready to get up and call your name. Jeno nearly bodyslams him back onto the couch they sit on.

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare.”

Jaemin’s laughing now. “See! You do wanna do a little something or two to her I fuckin’ knew it!”

Jeno quickly glances at you, who’s completely absorbed in work, then faces Jaemin again. “Shut the hell up,” he grumbles.

“You’re leaving right now.” He continues, effectively shoving his friend out of his house with a sigh.

“Her mom’s not even home half the time, Jeno!” Jaemin nearly screams. Jeno knows. He knows.

He goes to the kitchen to find you still sitting at the island counter, still studying away. You’re a smart girl, he knows that. He also knows, however, how shy you can be—especially with him. He often wonders if he ever rubbed you the wrong way.

“Y/n, honey, m’gonna head to bed, m’kay?” He says, his hand placed on the small of your back.

“M’kay.” You hum. You barely look up at him but he still smiles, walking upstairs to his room.

That’s what he finds so endearing about you—you can barely look at him. He always sees you when you stride to his car when yours breaks down, he sees you talk to your friends, peers, teachers; you’re always so confident. But with him—you can barely bring yourself to look at his eyes.

Even after doing it just once.

At first, he thought maybe he did something to make you resentful. He thought marrying your mother so abruptly or causing you to move into his house from your dorm made you dislike him or maybe just the lack of closeness after it happened. The thought chewed at him until he finally asked.

“Did I do anything wrong, sweetheart?”

Your eyes went wide, though you didn’t look at him, your eyes remained trained on your laptop. You didn’t want to look at him when all he was wearing was a flimsy tank top. “N-No.”

“Mhm. I just can’t help but think-”

“No, no, I- I’m sorry I just— Y-you didn’t do anything wrong but,” you were mumbling now “you’re just so much that you’re just intimidating.”

The corner of Mr. Lee’s mouth turned up a little. “Well thank you for being honest, honey. ” he decided to take a leap of faith and kiss your temple. “Daddy appreciates it.” He left the room, smiling to himself at the way your eyes grew wide.

He didn’t do a single thing wrong, apparently. He guessed you were just a little shy.

Which, there was nothing wrong with until that one fateful day where you both kind of got into another entanglement.

Jeno was just about to get in bed when he heard a thud in the kitchen. He would’ve put on a shirt, but he was honestly so out of it that he didn’t think twice about trudging downstairs in only his pajamas.

The house was dark, the kitchen was dark. He could only make out your form trying to jump the counters to reach something on the top shelf.

Jeno thought he was dreaming.

This had to be a wet dream, right? You were staring right at him, and you never do that.

The only thing you were wearing was one of his shirts he’d given you a couple of months ago and panties. Your panties were pink. And frilly. And had a bow on them. He was gonna die.

He blinked. Several times. “Whatcha’ doin’, honey?”

“I- I’m trying to g-get a glass.”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “Why?”

You’ve never been so confused in your entire life. And you couldn’t quite see his eyes too well in the darkness causing you to make direct eye contact with him. You blinked.

“Cause’ I’m thirsty.”

He hummed, walking closer to you and placing his hand on the small of your back. “Well maybe don’t climb on the counters, or else you could get hurt.” He easily reached above you for the glass, lifted you to sit on the counter, then walked to the fridge, pulling out the water.

“And I don’t think you wanna get hurt,” he continued, filling the glass “and I certainly don't want you to get hurt.”

You nodded. Unlike Mr. Lee, you were never quite sure if he likes you the way you like him. That is—until now.

He finished pouring the glass and held it up to your lips, “C’mon, baby.” He looked at you expectantly.

This man was out of his mind.

His eyes never left yours as you drank, smiling just a little saying “Good girl.” when you finished, setting the glass in the sink.

You watched his eyes narrow slightly at the droplet of water on the corner of your mouth, wiping it away with his thumb. You both just stared at each other for a few seconds, maybe taunting each other, daring the other to do something.

Mr. Lee took yet another leap of faith, letting his dick think rather than his brain. Fuck him.

His hand wrapped around the back of your throat, pulling you closer…closer…closer…he was going to hell. He sighed in bliss when his lips touched yours. He’s a hundred and one percent sure he could die like this. Maybe he heard a little protest of “Mr. Lee—” but he was sure it didn’t quite matter because you whimpered against his lips.

Jeno has this in the bag.

You were shocked, taken aback, confused, slightly disoriented. Did Mr. Lee just kiss you, again? Is he kissing you? Yeah—he’s kissing you and you’re still not sure how to kiss back. What you are sure of, however, is you’re making rather lewd noises all over again just because he’s kissing you.

Oh god. He pulled away. You wonder if he thinks you maybe don’t like him for not kissing back. But your thoughts are squashed when he smiles at you, chuckles at you. There’s no way in hell you can look at him now.

“Oh c’mon,” he chuckles, his hand grabbing your jaw to make you look at him. He coos. “Why so shy, pretty baby?”

His stare is taunting as your eyes flicker up, back and forth from his right eye to his left eye, trying to decipher what on Earth just happened.

You bite your lip, too afraid to say anything.

“Awe, don’t be so shy, sweetcheeks,” he coos again, shaking your head side to side a bit. “We both know you like kissing your stepdad just a little too much, don’t we, honey?”

You nod your head, slowly. He begins to nod with you, slowly growing to a more confident nod as if he needs to pry it out of you.

“It’s okay though, m’kay? I like kissing you a little too much, too.” He admits. You nod.

You wonder what happens next. You let your thoughts run wild, frankly unsure of the situation. “C-Can I sleep in your room tonight?”

Mr. Lee kisses your cheek. “Course’ you can sweetheart.” he grins, letting you off the counter and walking with you to his room.

You get settled in his bed, under his covers. It smells like him. His entire room smells like him.

Your mind wanders again, thinking why you did this, when you’re abruptly pulled out of your thoughts now being roughly pulled by an arm around your waist.

“C’mere,” Mr. Lee groans, quickly pulling you to his side. His hand securely on your waist, you wriggle around, but he doesn’t budge. “What goes on in that pretty head of yours.” He mumbles to no one but himself, you barely heard it.

You hum. Not a single second thought in your brain. And drift off to sleep like it’s nothing.

Jeno doesn’t. He doesn’t drift off to sleep like it’s nothing. He wakes up periodically. It drives him insane.

He wakes up to your ass rubbing against his dick in the night. You don’t move much, but you do squirm and your hand eventually intertwines with his during the night. He’s happy, horny, and sleepy all at once.

It’s 5 a.m. He should really sleep now, but he still can’t.

Instead, he thinks about ways to solve his problem. Jerk off in the bathroom? Find a melatonin pill somewhere? No, he tells himself, all of those require him getting up and leaving you and by the way you’re securely holding his hand, he doesn’t think he can do that too easily. He props himself up on his elbow and just looks at you. You’re so pretty he could cry. He thinks about his options. Until your ass rubs against his dick again, only this time—you whine out.

He thinks too deeply about you. Would you be mad at him if the second time he fucked you was when you were asleep? Maybe.

But maybe not. You roll over on your side, laying on top of him. He’s shocked. You’re straddling him in your sleep. Fuck him—he can really feel your cunt on his dick.

He begged someone in his brain to give you a wet dream.

Luckily for Mr. Lee, you were having a wet dream about none other than him.

Screw it, he told himself. You looked so peaceful sleeping with your cheek resting on his chest. He reached down to the waistband of his pajamas, pulling his dick out, feeling it rise up and slap against your clothed cunt. His hand roamed around your area, hooking his finger with the hemline of your panties and pulling it to the side to reveal your soppy cunt. You were definitely having a wet dream. There was no way you were this wet just by chance alone. He carefully lifted your shirt above your head, placing it on the floor, and sighing in a version of content when he felt his skin against yours.

And, to be fair, he did stick in two of his fingers, just to see how tight you were. You could barely take in two of his fingers, but honestly; he told himself you’d be fine—you were sleeping after all.

He notched himself at your entrance, his eyes hooded with lust before they rolled back into his head, slowly but surely plunging his dick inside. You were wet, tight, warm, in other words—you felt like you fell from heaven just for him.

The moment he’s halfway inside you, he mentally groans. But he then, mentally kicks himself.

“Mr. Lee?”

You woke up.

“...Yes?”

You’re honestly so hazy that you can’t tell what’s real and not real. Did he fuck you or was that just a dream? You’re not really sure, but what you do know is that your panties are soaked, something about you feels full, and you’re looking up at the man in question.

“W-What are you-,” you squint, slightly beginning to laugh at the situation (he learns at that moment he loves your laugh) “y’know I had a dream, a r-really weird dream a-and you were—oh.” Something suddenly thrust inside you, and this something was rather…large, fat, thick.

You know what it is.

It was exactly what you’d been dreaming about.

Your breath caught in your throat. Your face melted into sheer pleasure and pain when he forced your hips down to the base of his cock, making you take all of him.

Maybe he should’ve prepared you.

That’s what he gets for thinking with his dick.

His hands are firm on your hips, showing no sign of letting go or allowing your escape. He’s forcing you up and down his cock, breathing heavily as you bite back whimpers.

“You’ll do exactly as I tell you, alright?”

You nod, not feeling the need to question him. After all, he is supposed to be a sort of “father figure” to you, though clearly he’s failed.

“Then stop biting your lip and lemme’ hear you.”

You release your bottom lip from your teeth, letting all your moans; all your whimpers out for him to hear.

“Such a good girl for Daddy,” he praises, beginning to move you faster, making you grasp onto his shoulders for support.

You’re tired, but you can’t make this stop; you don’t want this to stop. Especially since he just called himself Daddy. You were going to combust. You’re still not sure how you got to this point, but what you do know is that you’re pretty sure you’re smiling like an idiot; pathetic whimpers leaving your mouth while Mr. Lee groans in your ear, his hands being the only thing from making you go wild.

There’s one particular thrust when your nails dig into his shoulders. Mr. Lee quickly responded, landing a harsh spank to your ass. “Naughty girl.” he murmured.

You tried everything in your limited power to prevent yourself from showing any sign that you were so close so soon; but you just couldn’t hide it. Not when you were so tightly wrapped around Mr. Lee. He picked up on it immediately.

“Pretty girl’s gonna cum, hm?” he snickers, pounding even harder up into you—you’re sure he’s hitting something deep inside of you when pressure hits you suddenly and Mr. Lee’s breath catches.

“Did you feel that, honey?” he moans right in your ear.

“Mhm.” you nod.

“You know what t-that was?”

You shake your head. “Uh-uh.”

He only chuckles. “It’s what you feel when you’re stuffed all full of your Daddy.”

You whine into his chest, never quite caring that his sweaty skin was against your own—in fact, you could get used to it. What you couldn’t get used to, was the orgasm building up inside you. It was going to be big and questioned if you were going to cry.

“Why don’t you tell me what that dream of yours was about, baby.”

You finally glare up at Mr. Lee while he’s smiling down at you like an idiot, though his brows are slightly furrowed. “C’mon,” he encourages. “Was I in your dream?”

“Y-Yes.”

“W-What,” he had to let out a groan “What was I doin’?”

“I-” you were about to begin, but the feeling of embarrassment and his dick inside of you stopped you. That was—until his hand reached up and grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look directly at him.

“Why so shy, honey? Don’t tell me I need to tell you what was goin’ on in that pretty head of yours?”

You’re about to protest, but you feel like you’re dissolving in his arms. “Such a shy baby.” he mumbles before ramming his cock harder. “I bet…I was fuckin’ you. M-Maybe not like this, but I was fucking you. Exactly how you wanted, huh.”

You’re nodding frantically, you could basically taste your orgasm.

“Tell me the rest or I’ll pull out.”

Mr. Lee himself just threw an ultimatum at you.

You would be mad—if your orgasm hadn’t suddenly hit you.

Since when were ultimatums such a turn on?

You spilled everything. “W-We were on the c-couch and you bent me over the armrest a-and you fucked me, you pulled my hair, and y-you kept calling me your bad little girl a-and…”

“And?” Mr. Lee growled, immediately demanding to know the rest when you suddenly stopped. Unbeknownst to you, he was chasing his own high too.

“A-And you kept spanking me calling me a naughty girl and—Daddy!” your felt hot liquid rushing into you, slowly oozing out of your fluttering walls as Mr. Lee’s pace still never died down.

“Keep. Going.” Jeno was sure the veins in his neck might’ve been popping out just a bit.

You were breathless at this point. “Y-You said fuck…fucking my pussy w-was for w-when I was a good girl.”

He let go of your jaw; watching in enamor as your cheek fell on his heaving chest, panting trying to watch your breath.

Jeno thinks he’s the happiest man in the world.

“I was fucking your…” he trails off, waiting for your answer.

You were too embarrassed for your own good.

He grabbed your jaw again, a little gentler this time. He had this stupid smirk on his face. “Don’t be so shy honey, tell me.”

“...you were fucking my ass.” you said as quietly as humanly possible. But Mr. Lee heard it. And he was chuckling at you, still not daring to pull out of your cunt while he held you close to him in his arms.

“I’ll remember that for next time.” he beamed.

★ Why So Shy? | A “One Way Ticket” work | wc: 2.8k

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[sanakimohara]

“Dumbification & Corruption” B.C.

{ MDNI }

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A firm believer that Chan has a corruption and dumbifivation kink. The second you start acting all innocent and clueless his cock is twitching. He hates how easy it is for you to turn on him. Walking around in nothing but his shirts/sweaters that are obviously too big for you. He’s got a full view of your perfect cunt when you bend over to grab something and even better view of it when you’re laying on his bed playing games on your phone.

“She’s driving me crazy,” he’d mumble to himself, jaw clenched, and his eyes narrowed at you. At some point he forces himself to stop staring and attempts to find something else to do.

Key word: Attempts…

The lack of control Chan has when you tug on his sleeve for attention and give him the cutest puppy dog eyes he’s ever seen is ridiculous. You’re always up to no good too, running your mouth to get a reaction out of him, or purposefully asking him a million questions until he shuts you up with a kiss or by shoving his fingers in your mouth to suck on.

“Baby I really need to focus right now,” Chan sighs and flashes you a small smile, wordlessly pleading with you to be quiet, but you just keep talking.

Babbling and babbling until he groans and drags you onto his lap. You’re facing him, blushing at the sight of his agitated expression, and a little too excited about it. “Didn’t I just tell you to be quiet?, he asks you, voice stern, but you’re completely unphased by his tone with a giddy smile on your face. “No, you never said that daddy.” Your cheeky response is met with a glare from him and you would’ve continued your defiance if he hadn’t pushed two fingers into your mouth. A defeated moan vibrated through your chest and he smiled seeing yours drop. “What? I thought you wanted to use your mouth baby. Go on, I’m still listening.” He teased you, forcing you to suck on them until drool dripped down your chin, and the will to speak wasn’t your priority anymore. Now, you were just insanely needy and that was a good enough punishment for you in Chan’s opinion.

He’d pull his fingers from your mouth gently, placing a kiss on your parted and damp lips before pulling you close to his chest. “Not so talkative now are we,” teased and you just huff into his shoulder.

It drives him insane when you wiggle around in his lap because you’re excited or flustered. You’re so used to sitting like that you don’t notice how hard he gets.

“Sit still, baby girl..” he warns you but it just goes over your head.

Chan has to hold you still sometimes, praying to god he doesn’t come from you squirming around even more to win your freedom back, and you only stop when he sinks his cock so deep inside your cunt that you lose your train of thought for a second.

“S’ too deep…s’too much daddy please..” you beg him to move or at least ease you into his pace, but he ignores your pleas and buries his cock further into your fluttering walls.

“You didn’t listen to me so this is what you get. Shut up and take it..”

You do just that. Taking whatever he offers your weeping cunt.

It feels so wrong to him that he likes seeing you cry from how good he’s making you feel or the little screams you let out when he’s overstimulating you.

“Mmm is it too much for you baby?..I’m sorry.”

It’s addicting. Too god not to enjoy.

He’s seen his cum drip from your tongue, coat your thighs, and stick to your skin. He thinks you look so delicate that way…all used up and quietly sobbing into the covers.

Chan won’t let you lay there long, already helping you get cleaned up, and showering with you before bed. Aftercare is important to him, a prime opportunity to care for you, and a chance to embrace his role as your caregiver. He’s always careful with you, washing your hair, and massaging all the sore spots on your body he caused.

By the time he’s got you dressed in your favorite pjs and curled up in bed next to him you’re perfectly tired out. You don’t ever let him apologize and always reassure him that he’s not too rough with you at all. He sleeps easier knowing that…

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[bkgml]

ex bf againnnnnn!

(cw! mentions of vomit but nothing descriptive)

i wish i wasn’t shadow banned so more ppl could see this cause i worked hard!! :(

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10:47pm

yn: hey

katsuki nearly dropped his phone.

“bakugou man, why’re you so quiet?”

bakugou sighed deeply, rolled his shoulders and opened his mouth to speak.

“uh it’s nothing. none of your business.” he shrugs him off.

but sero already made his way behind him.

“bro, yn texted you?!” he calls out.

dropped jaws from around him make the boy seethe.

“i told you to mind your business!” he yells.

ignoring his friends screams, kirishima sees through bakugous facade.

“you gonna text her?” he asks calmly.

bakugou meets his eyes and sighs again.

“probably.” he groans.

“dude, what the hell! you were torn up for months after that breakup!” kaminari pipes in.

but he’s already typing.

10:59pm

suki: why are you texting me?

yn: sorry if i woke you up

suki: you didn’t

yn: can i call you?

he pauses again and the boys have now made their way to surround his phone.

“you guys are like fuckin hyenas.” he frowns.

“are you gonna call her?” kirishima says.

bakugou takes a moment to think before groaning and getting up.

“it could be an emergency.” he mumbles out before opening the door to kirishimas room to stand out in the hall.

*incoming call from ‘suki’*

your breath catches in your throat before you make your shaking thumb press the answer button.

“hi.” you speak shakily.

you pray he chooses to ignore the upset tone in your voice and he does.

“hey.” he replies calmly.

“um. were you asleep?” you ask.

“no, i was with the idiots.”

he hears you laugh lightly through the speakers.

“why’d you text me?” he asks after a beat of silence.

“well, i uh.” you laugh again, a habit you have when you’re nervous.

“i don’t feel well.” you say.

he pauses and starts tapping his foot.

“how’s that my problem? i’m not your boyfriend anymore.” he says, sounding meaner than he intended.

you sigh shakily and he can practically hear the tears forming in your waterline.

“yeah, um… i know that. it’s just i really can’t sleep.” you mumble, afraid of his reply.

“what do you want me to do about it?”

the pause is long before you speak again.

“god this is so embarrassing.” you whine, letting an uncomfortable laugh slip through your lips.

“just say it, alright?… it’s fine.” he says quietly.

“okay um… can i sleep in your bed with you? we don’t even need to make contact or anything.. i just feel like shit and it’s so hard to sleep without you.” you whisper.

he takes a second to think over his answer. if he’s being honest he was hoping you’d say something like that. he hasn’t had a good nights sleep since you broke up either. but on the other hand you’re broken up. he shouldn’t be doing this.

“are you still there, kugo?” you interrupt his train of thought.

he breathes deeply though his nose and blinks away some tears that are trying to form at the use of the nickname.

“uh yeah. just thinkin.” he replies, shakily.

“you really don’t need to let me. i only asked cause i’m really desperate and we didn’t end on terrible terms, you know?” you say quietly.

he rakes a hand through his hair and sighs.

“how bad is it?” he says.

“huh?”

“is it just a cold, or what?” he confirms.

“oh um, i have a high fever and i keep throwing up. sorry if that’s gross i just know you don’t get sick because of your quirk. i can’t ask any of my friends they’ll get sick.” you say.

he groans deeply while pinching the bridge of his nose. you guys are broken up, why does he still care?

“meet me outside my dorm in 5 minutes, and im not doing this shit again.” he mumbles out.

he hears you whine and sniff, feeling a tug on his heartstrings.

“thanks, kugo.” you say as your voice wobbles.

“don’t keep me waiting.” he replies.

the two of you hang up and he groans at the thought of having to tell the idiots.

he opens the door and steps inside.

“hey, so what’d she say?” kirishima asks.

“nothin. i’m going to bed.” bakugou grumbles.

“you sure?”

“yeah, fuck off.” he says as he steps back outside.

he heads back to his room and steps inside.

he made sure to get here before you so he could clean up some things he’s not so proud of.

the framed picture of you he’s never taken off his desk, the small bottle of perfume that rests on his nightstand and your shirt that sits on your side of the bed.

he can’t sleep on your side anymore.

he stashed them all in one of his desk drawers before hearing a knock on his door.

“here goes.” he whispers lowly to himself.

he opens the door to see you standing there.

face red and covered in tear stains, bed head, deep eye bags, lips plush and bitten and his hoodie draped on your form. you’re biting your nails, another habit you have when you’re nervous.

“hi.” you say with watery eyes, bringing the sleeve of his hoodie up to wipe the tears that are threading to fall onto your cheeks.

“hey.” he says, pushing the door open wider.

you step inside hesitantly, before getting a waft of nausea and sprinting into katsuki’s bathroom.

“yn?!” he calls, running after you.

he finds you hunched over the toilet.

“hey…” he says, walking over to you and kneeling beside you.

he’s hesitant but he does start to rub your back and clasp your hair in his hand to keep it out of the way.

“it’s alright, let it out. katsukis here.” he says, soothingly.

“hurts…” you whine.

he chuckles quietly.

“i know, swe-“ he cuts himself off, praying you didn’t hear the beginning of the pet name.

you sit up once your done and he sees fresh tears sliding down your face.

“that was a nice icebreaker, huh?” he smiles while he wipes your tears.

“oh yeah, me throwing up. great icebreaker.” you smile back as you lean into his touch.

“better now?” he asks.

you nod slowly before your face crumples up with disgust.

“i still have your extra toothbrush, come on.” he says as he helps you up.

you steady yourself once you’re on your feet.

“thanks, kugo.” you smile brightly.

he has to turn away from your bright smile and your cheery nickname.

“let’s just get you in bed.” he replies.

he waits for you to brush your teeth. while you were together he’d be doing it for you, you sitting on the counter with your legs around his waist and your hand holding his.

he blinks away tears that haven’t even formed yet at the thought of how things used to be.

“bed?” you ask sweetly once you finish brushing your teeth.

he nods and resists the urge to bring you by the hand into his bed so he can hold you until you feel better.

he walks into his room and heads into his bed.

he pats your side of the bed and you bite your nails again before slipping under the sheets with your ex boyfriend.

you turn towards each other but make no move to touch each other.

“you tired?” he asks when he sees your drooping eyes.

you nod and wipe your tears with his sleeve once again.

“why’re you crying?” he asks.

you sniff and snuggle deeper into the sheets of his bed.

“im sorry i made you take care of me.” you cry.

he lets a sigh through his nose.

“i know.” he says and he doesn’t resist the urge to cup your cheek to comfort you.

you whine and lean into his hand again.

“get some rest, yeah? katsuki’s here.”

he’s here. you’re okay.

you repeat those phrases in your mind as you close your eyes and drift off into a calm sleep.

once he knows your asleep he presses a lingering kiss to your head as he finally lets a single tear fall from his eye.

11:37pm

kirishima: hey bro, why’d you leave so early?

bakugou: none of your business.

kirishima: don’t tell me she’s there

bakugou: shut up.

kirishima: bro

bakugou: even if she is here it’s none of your fucking business

kirishima: im just saying you wore torn up for months about her

bakugou: it’s not like we fucked. she’s sick.

kirishima: are you sure?

bakugou: yes now fuck off.

he puts his phone back on the nightstand and ignores the buzzing of his friends protests.

staring up at the ceiling he sighs before he feels rustling from beside him.

you make your way from beside him to resting on top of him with your limbs tangled with his.

he inhales a shaky breath as he wraps an arm around you and kisses your cheeks.

he feels you hug him tighter and he stiffens.

“miss you…” he hears you mumble.

he pauses.

“miss you too, baby.” he calls out in the silence of his bedroom.

[rebelliousstories]

You’re A Disappointment

Relationship: David x Reader

Fandom: The Lost Boys

Request: No

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms

Word Count: 3,393

Masterlist: Here

The Lost Boys Masterlist: Here

Summary: After a meeting with Max, David returns to the cave; he’s angrier than a bat out of hell.

A slower night gripped the boardwalk of Santa Carla. Unusual for this time of year, but not even the murder capital of the world could continue full throttle all the time. Resting against the railing, a young woman allowed her eyes to scan over the crowd. Her lover rested next to her, smoke billowing from his plush lips. His brothers were nearby causing havoc, but that did not matter as much to him. The girl next to him was gently linking her pinky with the hand that was down near his side. Just having her nearby, within holding range was enough to quiet the voices in his head for a little bit. He did not need to keep the carefully crafted image he spent so long making up with her nearby. However, the older man walking out of the back of his video store, and locking his eyes with the young man made the walls go back up. The man took another slow drag of his cigarette, waiting to see what the man wanted.

“Ha ha! You should’ve seen the look on his face, David! We totally made him need to change his pants.” A loud voice yelled as several figures bounced up to the couple that was leaning against the railing. But David did not turn his head towards his pack mate that had come near. No, his eyes stayed trained on the older man at the video store.

“David, I’m telling you… David?” The other blonde vampire had quieted down as he watched the leader. The entire pack watched with curiosity as David kept smoking, seemingly having a conversation with the older man at the video store. David’s lover and pack turned to see what he was looking at so intensely, and took a step closer together when they noticed. Dwayne immediately stood to David’s left, while Paul and Marko shielded the girl to David’s right. The bleach blonde took one last drag of his cigarette before putting it out beneath the toe of his boot. Watching the older man walk back into the video store, David spoke but did not look to the group around him.

“Dwayne, take the kitten back to the cave along with the boys. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” David went to go walk off but felt a hand grab his. He turned and was met with the concerned gaze of his lover. Leaning over, his unoccupied hand cradled her face while his lips pressed against her forehead. David turned quickly and did not spare another glance towards his pack, getting on his bike and riding off as fast as he could. The lady stood next to Dwayne who gently grabbed her hands to guide her towards his own bike. A concerned look refused to leave her face as the group got closer to the three remaining bikes.

“He’ll be fine, princess. David always is.” Dwayne reassured her quietly as she nodded. She kept repeating that in her head as much as she could, to try and convince herself that her lover would be fine.

“Yeah chicka. David’s always fine. And if he’s not, we just give him you and he calms right on down!” Paul got out in between laughs. Marko joined him in agreeing chuckles while Dwayne just shook his head. Making sure David’s girl was secured on the back of his bike and felt safe, Dwayne led the other two boys through Santa Carla. They whooped and cheered, screaming at the top of their lungs as the wind wiped across their face and through their hair. Getting all the way back to the cave, Dwayne gently navigated the young woman through the rough terrain of the the underground hotel. Letting the terror twins run amuck ahead, Dwayne made sure to treat her with a delicacy, knowing that if there was even a little scratch on her, David would not be happy. He already would not be happy coming home tonight; there was no reason to add fuel to that fire.

Marko ran immediately to check on his birds, while Paul lit up a joint from his coat pocket and made his way around the cave. Dwayne ran into his little alcove and grabbed his current book, eager to read, but watched the movement in front of him. The lady in the cave made her way and sat in David’s chair. There was a specific air around her, a mood that she had been in since leaving the boardwalk.

“Bela? You good?” Marko came around and placed his hand on her shoulder. She nodded, but there was no happiness behind her smile. Before Marko could continue, Paul slammed into him from behind which sent both vampires tumbling to the ground. She watched the boys tumble, swipe, curse, and rough house with each other. It sent out a small giggle from her lips watching them, but her mind switched to David. Whoever that man was at the video store made the pack tense and shield her, which did not make her feel good about her boyfriend being alone with the man.

Sunrise neared and there was still no sign of David. Dwayne had long since made sure that Laddie was safely tucked into his nest, and Star was in hers. Neither were seen much that night as Laddie was not feeling well leaving Star to stay with him and take care of the young halfling. The terror twins of the vampire pack had calmed down and stalked off to their sleeping perch in the cave. They did make sure to stop by the girl who had yet to move from her boyfriend’s chair all night, and give her some reassurance the best they could. Dwayne was the last to retire, trying desperately to wait up for David with her but the impending sunrise made him grow increasingly sleepy. But he went by the girl who was still up and tried to get through to her.

“He’ll be home soon, princess. You don’t have to stay up.” Dwayne spoke quietly, placing his hand on her shoulder. She blinked once, twice, three times before turning and giving him a soft smile.

“Thanks Dwayne. But I’m not going to be able to sleep anyways.” She said softly and squeezed his hand in comfort. The vampire stayed there with the young lady for another minute before giving her one last comforting squeeze, and walking further into the cave to prepare for sleep. Checking her watch, she started to worry as there was only about an hour of darkness left for her lover to make it home safely and he was still nowhere. She grabbed one of the books from Dwayne’s alcove, and settled back into her lover’s chair. Passing the time was difficult as she kept checking her watch every five minutes to make sure that David was not about to become a pile of ash. Thirty minutes from sunrise, and the barest hint of a changing sky, she heard it. The rumble of a bike pulling up above where the entrance to the cave was made her heart sore. Tossing the book back where she was sure Dwayne would collect it, she ran all the way to the fountain and waited.

Hearing a fierce screech, she watched as David flew into the cave. He landed but paid no attention to the girl that was clearly waiting on him. He threw a brick that was at his feet at the cave walls before moving onto a different target. His chair was thrown without care, and several cans that had been littered about were instead flung into the air in a furious flurry. David tore tapestries and fabric from their post, but did not dare tear down Star’s nest, having enough wherewithal to not destroy that. But he did not show the same care for the rest of the cave. Watching from the fountain, his girlfriend stayed quiet and let him vent out his frustrations. It would not be a good idea to get in the middle of the storm now, and figured he would either tire himself out and sleep the rest off, or get everything out of his system and then would turn to her. But as she watched him destroy any and everything, she knew it would be a while before it was out of his system entirely. David was uncharacteristically fired up and awake for this time of day, as the sun had finally broken the surface of the horizon.

The boys could no longer leave the cave but the new light had shown something that she had missed before. There was blood all over her boyfriend. All over his chin, chest, his hands, and in his beautiful formally bleach blonde hair. Her watch chimed on the hour and she watched her boyfriend slow down and breathe deeply in the shadow of the cave. Bright morning light had infiltrated just the very top of the cave, which meant the entire main area was still shrouded in shade but that did not stop David from finding the darkest corner and cowering in it like a wounded, wild animal.

“David?” She called, ever so softly over to her boyfriend. His chest heaved up and down as he took in deep breaths from the physical exertion.

“David? Hey, are you alright big guy?” She cautiously approached the man. As far as she could tell he made no indication that he was even aware of her presence. Her footsteps grew closer and closer, but David still did not acknowledge her. She got within arms reach of her lover, and slowly crouched down to be eye level with him. But this caused David to shift further back into his hiding hole. Reaching her arm out to place on him, caused David to violently shift away and hit his head against the cave wall.

“David? Honey, you’re scaring me. Are you alright?” His eyes closed as he tried to calm his breathing down.

“You should be asleep, kitten.” David rasped out. In his voice, anyone could see it was clearly used for even more talking and shouting than had been in the cave. It startled his girlfriend a little bit. She was not expecting to hear his voice like this. It sounded so… defeated. It sounded so unlike David. David was never one to show weakness to anyone. He was their fearless leader that protected them, and guided them.

“I couldn’t sleep not knowing if you were okay.” She whispered. His eyes opened slowly and looked at the girl in front of him. Her concern washed over her face and it made David feel bad.

“I’m always okay. You need to go to sleep. Go to your nest.” But neither made a move away from their current spots. That is, until, David’s lover got up and walked away without a word. He slumped against the cool cave wall feeling the exhaustion starting to hit him. Physical and mental exhaustion combined with the fact that the sun just made him want to sleep, it was all starting to be too much for David to handle. His eyes shut yet again, but they quickly reopened when he felt something cool and wet delicately touching his face.

His lover had returned with a damp rag, and had begun to clean up the blood that David had not bothered to clean off before. They sat in silence as she swiped the rag over his face, neck, and chest. The rag became stained with red, but David was steadily becoming cleaner with every pass. She finished up on his skin, before moving on to a clean part of the rag to gently wipe his hair as best as she could. But David raised his hand up and caught her wrist gently to pull it away.

“Wanna tell me why you’re like this? I’ve never seen you like this David.” She gently rested her hands on David’s legs and watched his face intently. The man closed his eyes and took a deep breath in and out. He looked like he was trying to find a reply that would keep his problems away from his lover while reassuring her that he had everything under control. But he did not have everything under control, and he could not find anything to hide his feelings. He was far too exhausted to come up with a clever response.

“I had a meeting with Max.” He stated bluntly.

“Who’s that?” She asked with a curious expression.

“Right,” David sighed, “forgot you don’t know about him. Max is our sire. The vampire who made all of us vampires.” He explained slowly and quietly. His girlfriend stayed quiet and let him continue.

“He said something tonight that really got to me. I didn’t mean for it to but it did.” David wet his lips and looks down at his hands, still having a soft grip over one of her wrists but not doing anything more than resting on her.

“What, David?” But the man did not say anything. He opened and closed his mouth a couple times, trying to get the words to come out. But they refused. He could not repeat what his sire had told him. Letting go of her wrist, his hand came up to cup his lover’s cheek. And that is when it flashed in her head. David was letting his memory flash through her mind’s eye.

She saw the same man from the video store in front of her, and felt herself inhaling a cigarette. But it was not her smoking or standing in front of the video store man; it was David. She watched as the man, Max, was rambling on and on in front of her.

“Honestly, David, all I ask is a little order. A little discipline. Is that too much for you to handle?” Max criticized the vampire in front of him, but David refused to back down.

“I said I would handle it, Max. If it’s rushed, it will backfire.” His voice stayed steady. David hated being treated like he did not know what to do or what was going on by anyone, including Max.

“If you keep that human around much longer without starting the process, it will not end well for anyone.” Max took his glasses off and cleaned them with a cruel smile on his face. In a flash, David was breathing the same air as his sire, staring him dead in the eyes.

“Are you threatening us?” David said sternly. Max brought his glasses up to rest gently on his face.

“And what if I am? That girl is not part of the family. You have no claim over her. As far as I am concerned, she’s an outsider. She is fair game, so to speak.” The elder vampire backed up, and threw his hands up in the air. Moving to his desk, Thorn sat at the side, kept it its eyes on David as he came closer to the vampire.

“I have staked my claim and she is under my protection. I have given her the choice to take it slow for her own sake so she doesn’t do what Star did and hold onto her humanity indefinitely. If you so much as lay a finger on her-“

“You’ll what David? Fight me? I am your father, boy. If I had known you would have caused me this much trouble over a couple girls, I would have left you in that alley all those years ago. I didn’t expect you to be such a disappointment.” Max’s words made David stop where he was. Still a few feet from the desk, but now feeling cold. So very chilly.

“What did you say?” He murmured knowing that Max would still be able to hear him.

“You’re a disappointment, David. I ask you for so little. I ask that you follow a few rules, gather a few new family members for yourself and the boys, and yet you can’t do that. The most basic aspect of our species that ensures our survival.” Max had stated all of this with the same blasé that someone would have talking about the weather. Both vampires watched each other intensely; neither making the first move. But when Max went to open his mouth again, David was quick to shut it.

“Listen here,” David slammed his hands down onto the desk of his sire, “I have followed your stupid rules, and done your bidding whenever asked. And it still wasn’t good enough. I gained the others, not you. Your blood may have turned them but I pulled them in. I made them what they are now. Star was rushed to turn and now look at where that’s gotten us? I now have a half in my cave that despises me for the gift that I gave her on your orders because you wanted a girl. But listen here, if you so much as think about turning my lover without my knowledge or hers, I’ll stake you myself.” David left before his sire had a chance to respond. He straddled his bike, and burned rubber turning away from his sire’s home. David knew that sunrise was approaching, but it did not stop him from following the sounds of a nearby beach party.

She was slowly pulled from the memory before she could see anything else, but the blood on him filled in the gaps. Her heart hurt to think that David had to go through that on his own. The comment had clearly struck a nerve with her vampire lover, and he was trying to deal with it the only way he knew how. She leaned forward and pressed a small kiss to his forehead. Another on his temple, then his cheek. She repeated the actions on the other side and continued down. David simply allowed her to continue, not encouraging but not discouraging her either.

“You’re not a disappointment, David. You do so much for the pack to ever think that way. Don’t every believe him when he says that, my love.” She spoke so softly that it caused David to close his eyes and rest his head against her own.

“I’ll spend the rest of eternity telling you what an amazing man you are, as long as you believe me. And I appreciate you waiting on me, even if you’re dying to have me join you.” Her hand came to rest on the other side of his face that was not tucked against her own. And there they sat, simply existing in each other’s presence. David could not put into words what it meant to him to have her there with him after the night that he had. His body had finally let out its last bit of exhaustion and nothing seemed more amazing than sleep at that moment.

David pulled away and pressed a single, loving kiss to his partner’s lips, and stood up. She followed him up shortly, and rested her hands gently on his chest. With one arm around her back, David bent down and picked his lover up. Carrying her deeper into the cave, her nest had awaited them with his boys nearby. Her nest was specifically located in the nearest alcove to their perch so she was nearby in case David needed to check on her. But it also made it easy to check on the boys if he decided to sleep next to her instead. Ducking underneath the curtains, the inviting bed was just sitting there begging for the couple to lay down. They toed off their shoes, and David removed his jackets. As the couple laid down, David opened his arms for his lover to slot herself into. The daylight pulled David under the veil of sleep quickly and soon enough he was sleeping peacefully.

His lover stayed up for just a little bit longer to watch him sleep. She would feel bad about it, had she not caught her vampiric lover doing the same to her many times over. But it made her happy to see him finally get some sleep after the exhausting night that he had. And she was going to do everything in her power to make sure that David realized that he was not in any way, shape, or form, a disappointment.

[aphroditeinthesea]

Percy Jackson x Fem! Athena! Reader who lives opposite him in new york, and the two end up in the same school. Originally, because they were younger, reader hated Percy because he was a boy (duh) and he annoyed her and called her names, with these things follow her to camp and such. Years later, after maturing, the pair slowly share a close connection with reader realizing through five seperate occasions that she does, possibly, like the boy next door.

The five occasions are honestly up to you! (but for example it could be when reader found Percy taking care of a younger camper who had had a nightmare, or when the pair were on the train to school and, reader running a bit behind, Percy reveals that he actually has both readers fav breakfast and the days books already packed for her.

“ i should hate you ”

percy jackson x daughter of athena!reader 🌊

y/n finds herself feeling a little too much for the most annoying son of poseidon

this is a little off from the books in an attempt to avoid too much percabeth, also this is really long but it was really fun to write. omg and hunger games reference

⚠️ language

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nulla

When y/n first arrived at camp the first person she spotted filled her with rage. Perseus Jackson.

“No way Jose!” he called, walking over to her.

She crossed her arms. His dirty clothes and static hair told her that he had just gotten back from training, “how are you here? Of all places, why are you here?”

“Well, Tinky Winky, glad to see you, too.”

Tinky Winky. You dress up as a teletubbie one time in 2nd grade and suddenly you're Tinky Winky for the rest of your life, “I’m gonna head to my cabin. If I see you again, I might throw up on you.”

As she walked away, she heard him yell, “I’m the son of Poseidon, big three, you’ll be seeing a lot of me, babe!” She hated the way her stomach flipped at the name, what right did he have to call her babe?

I

She walked out of her cabin after a month of somehow successfully avoiding speaking to the boy, despite how close her sister was to him. She had free time, so she decided she would walk by the dock to get some fresh air.

She was sitting on the edge, looking at the water when she felt a particularly strong gust of wind. She tried to stand up, but slipped off the edge, falling into the lake. She flailed her arms, trying to maintain some buoyancy. She was never a good swimmer, which was apparent as she felt her lungs begin to fill with liquid as she tried to scream.

Suddenly, she was pulled back to the dock. She tried to catch her brush, coughing up buckets.

“Y/N, y/n, are you okay?” She blinked the water out of her eyes trying to make out the face. All she could see was dark hair and sickeningly green eyes.

“Percy?” She breathed out quietly.

He desperately nodded, “yeah, how long were you under there?”

“Maybe like,” she thought for a second, “20 seconds?”

He helped her up, holding onto her hand, although she urgently pulled it away, “can you breathe fine and everything?”

She nodded, “I’m fine, I’m just gonna go dry off.” She began walking off before stopping and turning back around towards him, “thanks, Percy.”

II

She ran through the woods during a game of capture the flag while clutching a dagger in one hand. She came to a sudden stop as she heard quiet voices. She hid behind a tree bur peeked over to try and see who it was.

There she saw Percy kneeling on the ground next to a younger camper.

“Don’t worry about them,” he mentioned, “the Ares kids are all bark no bite. I would know,” he joked, offering a kind smile.

She noticed the tears coming out of the child’s eyes, “are you sure, because they were saying how-”

“Hey, hey,” he whispered, “they talk to you like that again, you can tell me and I’ll flood their cabin.”

The kid chuckled, causing a grin to find its way to y/n’s face as she watched the scene unfold.

“Now,” Percy stood up and patted the child’s shoulder, “go get that flag.”

The younger boy nodded before running off once again.

Percy brushed off his clothes, suddenly locking eyes with the daughter of Athena, “hey, Alfalfa.”

She tilted her head in confusion, “what?”

He laughed, “your hair.”

She sighed, brushing her fingers through the top of her hair to make sure there were no floating strands, “better, wiseass?”

He smirked, reaching forward and moving a piece of hair behind her ear, “there.”

She felt blood rush to her face, “I’ve gotta go,” she muttered as she ran off. She heard a laugh from behind her, but she carried on, trying not to think of him anymore.

III

She figured the fates must hate her, after all, she was stuck on a quest with the person she hated most. Or that’s what she wanted to say at least. She hated Percy Jackson. She had known him her whole life, and all he had been ws obnoxious.

“I’m as happy with this as you are, y/n,” he interrupted her thoughts as he spoke, “but we should at least talk.”

“About what?” She coldly answered, not even looking at him.

He thought briefly, “what’s your favorite color?”

“Oh, now you’ve gone too far,” she joked.

He smiled in return, “seriously, I’ve known you forever, what is it?”

“F/c,” she answered, glancing over at him.

“See, I never would’ve known that.”

“What’s yours?”

“Blue,” he replied, “reminds me of the ocean.”

“Conceited much?”

“What? That’s not-”

“Whatever you say, fish boy.”

He shook his head, “that’s really creative, wow.” He stopped in his steps in front of a convenience store, “I’m gonna go grab a snack.”

“Percy, there’s more important things right now than your stomach.”

“Right, yeah, whatever,” he brushed her off as he walked into the store.

She groaned, “that idiot.” She nervously looked around, sure she was a demigod, but she was still a teenage girl alone in a city. She felt that those five minutes went on for ages before Percy came back out.

“Here,” he spoke as he handed her a bag.

“What’s this?” She asked, opening the bag to find a package of chips.

“You used to bring a bag of those everyday in middle school,” he added while opening his own chips.

She smiled at how he remembered, “I’m surprised you even noticed.”

“You're hard to miss.”

IV

She wanted to scream looking in the mirror. Purple. Her hair was purple. She couldn't figure out what happened, she used the same shampoo and conditioner as always. She rushed to find her shampoo bottle and open it up. As she took off the cap, she was met with the burning smell of hair dye. She cursed herself for not realizing it before.

She stepped out of the bathroom to find only Annabeth and Percy discussing something while sitting on the former’s bed. They looked at her, surprised.

“Really living up to that Tinky Winky name, huh?”

“Shut up, Jackson!”

Her sister ran to her side, “what happened?”

“I don't know, I washed my hair and- and-”

“The Stolls,” Percy commented, walking over to her.

“Oh my gods,” she mumbled, “why- why-”

“They’re morons, that’s why,” Annabeth said.

Y/N breathed heavily as she tried to stop herself from crying. After all, it was her hair, what did her hair matter? It’s not like she was Aphrodite’s daughter. But, she hated to admit how much it meant to her.

Percy bit his lip, “I’ll be right back,” he mentioned as he made his way out og the cabin.

Soon after, she heard yelling from outside. Her and her sister looked out the window to see what the ordeal was.

“-It’s temporary, it’s not like it's a big deal,” Travis Stoll was defending.

“There is a girl in there crying because of you two!” She was confused why Percy was so angered by this.

“It’s funny-”

“It’s not funny, you ass, she did nothing, why would you do some shit like that to her?”

Chiron suddenly rushed to the scene, standing between the two boys, “what is going on here?”

“Percy’s mad because we dyed his girlfriend’s hair purple.”

Oh, Oh. She was made more confused by the way her heartbeat quickened at being called his girlfriend. She didn't care, he was Percy. She didn't care. She didn't care.

V

To say she was panicked would be an understatement. Percy and Annabeth had been sent on a quest, where only Annabeth returned in tears. As far as she said, Percy wasn't dead, he was missing. They had been fighting a group of monsters, when she turned around and Percy was gone.

Y/N sat at breakfast, unable to eat. She poked at her food, but her stomach was so nauseous, she could barely look at the food. That was until she heard gasps and cheers. She turned around to find Perseus Jackson walking, looking disheveled.

She quickly stood up and ran over to the boy, wrapping him a hug. He was taken aback but enclosed his arms around her waist.

She deeply breathed, pulling away from him. Her hands held onto his face like she was trying to make sure he was real, “I thought you were fucking dead,” she cried.

“I’m pretty glad I’m not.”

She giggled, though tears still streamed down her face. She stayed looking at him, just taking in every feature of his face, every scar, every color in his eyes, and the pink of his lips. She soon enough clashed her lips with his. She didn't care that she knew all of his friends were watching, all she could care about was that he was alive. She did kinda care about the fact that he smelled like raw tuna, but she could look past that for right now.

They separated for air, but their foreheads rested against one another, letting them stare into each other’s eyes.

“You're a pretty good kisser, Tinky Winky.”

“Thanks. You could do better, Spongebob.”

He chuckled, “wanna try again?”

[mountttmase]

I’ll Fix This

Note - I’m back baby 😉 dad Mase won the poll so I hope you enjoy. Feedback would be appreciated as usual 🩷

Pairing - Mason Mount x Reader

Word count - 3.7k

Warnings - sort of angst? And fluff

‘Daddddyyyyy’ Ollie screamed, running towards the front door from the kitchen and you let him go, finally taking a breath as you were left alone with the chaos of the kitchen.

You usually liked you have everything tidy and dinner almost ready for when Mason got home, not by his request in fact you didn’t think he cared all that much but you just liked knowing it was done, however over the last few weeks it was becoming difficult to juggle. With Tilly being so small still a lot of your attention was on her when she was awake and whilst you tried to give Ollie as much of your time as you could, lately all he wanted was Mason and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t sting a little bit.

Ollie had been a daddies boy from the get go but ever since you’d been spending a lot of time with him at home when Mason was training you’d foraged a pretty strong bond. The pair of you had bought him up to be a kind and considerate little boy, having thanked your lucky stars that he’d seemingly skipped the terrible twos but now you were just wondering if his were slightly delayed and you were now experiencing the ferocious fours.

You felt relived Mason was home though, trying to hold yourself together as you did most nights now so he wouldn’t suspect anything. You didn’t want him thinking you didn’t have everything under control so made out you were fine however you weren’t sure how much longer you could carry on like this for and you knew Mason was starting to catch on.

‘Hello sweetheart’ you suddenly heard behind you and you almost lost it when you felt Masons lips on your temple. That tiny bit of intimacy and affection letting your walls slip ever so slightly but you managed to pull yourself together.

‘Hey Mase, sorry about the mess’ you said quietly, not being able to look at him but you knew he would of had a confused expression on his face. ‘Dinner won’t be too much longer. Why don’t you take Tilly in the other room with Ollie so I can get sorted’

‘Baby?’ He questioned, and you swallowed down a lump before looking up into his curious eyes. ‘Are you alright?’

‘I’m fine, just been a long day’ you reassured him before reaching down to grab Tilly out of her crib so you could pass her to Mason, knowing he’d never say no to spending time with her. ‘I’ll call you when it’s ready’ you told him and with a kiss to your forehead he was off.

Now you were alone you quickly cleared up all the toys before checking on dinner and even though you had a spare ten minutes, you spent that time on your own sat in the pantry so you could collect yourself for the rest of the evening as to not arise any suspicion from Mason and also just to decompress a little bit.

Ollie of course was an angel now that Mason was home, telling him all about his day and being as charming as ever and when you were all sat on the sofa later that night you tried not to let it show how upset you were when he refused to sit in the middle of the pair of you and wanted to just sit next to Mason. You could see Mason giving you a confused look, threading his fingers through yours as shuffled up to you to make room for Ollie on his other side and you made sure to rest your head on his shoulder so he couldn’t see your glassy eyes and wobbly lip.

‘You go put Ollie to bed and I’ll lock up and sort everything out down here’ you told Mason and with a kiss on your forehead he moved Ollie to take him upstairs. He ran off without saying goodnight first but you were a little bit relieved as most nights he caused a scene about it now, no longer wanting a kiss from you and wriggling away as quickly as he could. You weren’t sure you could keep on a brave face tonight and you pretended you didn’t see Masons disappointed look before he went upstairs to put Ollie to bed.

You had been laying in bed with Tilly for about ten minutes and there was still no sign of Mason appearing. You were both on top of the covers as she was snoozing peacefully next to you and you took the time to look over her features carefully. It was scary how much she looked like Mason, the same lips and chin and from the brief glances you’d seen they both had the same beautiful brown eyes, the exact same as Ollie’s.

‘You’d never be mean to mummy would you Till’s?’ you whispered as you stroked her cheek gently. ‘Gonna make sure you’re a mummy’s girl and we’ll do everything together. When you’re old enough we can go out shopping and give daddy a show of everything we got when we’re back, and we can go out for girly lunches and coffee and tell each other everything’ you whispered, planning out how you hoped your relationship with Tilly would pan out whilst wondering where you went so wrong with Ollie.

‘Has he got ants in his pants or something today? Took me forever to get him down’ Mason told you as he made his way into your room, his face softening as he caught sight of the pair of you. ‘There’s my girls’ he whispered, kissing both your heads gently before walking over to his wardrobe so he could get changed.

‘How’s she been today?’ He asked, sliding ontop of the sheets opposite you so he could lay next to Tilly and face you.

‘Yeah really good. After her lunchtime feed she stayed awake for like ten minutes just looking at me. It even look liked she smiled when I spoke to her’

‘That’s cause she knows her mummy’s voice’ he told you as he went to hold one of her hands with his finger.

‘I’m pretty sure it was just wind but I’m counting it as a smile’ you joked and he looked up at you lovingly.

‘What about you? How are are you?’ He asked and the sincerity in his voice broke you. You done everything you could all day to keep your emotions in but one simple question from the man you loved broke all your walls down and you had to hide your face in the pillow as you began to sob. ‘Baby? Baby what’s happening?’ He asked slightly panicked but you couldn’t reply right now, your chest caving in on itself as you finally let out everything you’d been holding in for weeks. In the end you felt him scoop Tilly up and place her in her crib before crawling back next to you and pulling you into his arms.

He didn’t attempt to ask anymore questions, he just let you cry it out into his neck whilst he held you to him, stroking your hair and trying to soothe you in anyway that he could until he felt your breathing get back to normal.

‘You know I can read you like a book right? I’ve know something was wrong as soon as I looked at you today. You’ve been like it for a while but today it was worse. Talk to me sweetheart, I hate seeing you like this’ he told you gently and you knew there was no point trying to brush anything off anymore.

‘It’s just finding it all a bit hard’ you told him, shuffling back at little bit so you could speak a bit easier and you felt yourself relax even more when he cupped your jaw and brushed a few tears away. ‘Im just tired I think, and there’s always something to do. The house is a mess no matter how much I clean it, I’m still trying to get into a routine with Tilly but it’s tough and then Ollie…’

‘What baby?’

‘I don’t think he likes me anymore’ you laughed but you were sobbing again straight after

‘Oh, I don’t think that’s true. He loves you baby I promise. What’s made you think that?’

‘He’s just been a bit mean to me lately. Doesn’t do anything I say and just wants you. I know things are different with Tilly being around now but I just feel a bit rubbish. Like when I spend all day with him and he tells me he doesn’t want me it hurts a bit’

‘I’ll speak to him tomorrow’

‘No it’s fine’ you sighed, rubbing your eyes so you could finally look up at him. I think I’m just a bit tired and feeling sorry for myself. I feel a bit silly and like I’m making more out of it than I should’ you reassured him. ‘I’m just really tired and it’s making me feel like I can’t do things and that I’m a rubbish mum. I don’t want you to think I can’t cope, cause I can’

The look of sympathy he gave you made your heart flip and you smiled when he placed his lips on yours, finally feeling a bit more settled as he showed you some affection. ‘I know you can. You’re doing such a good job mumma, I promise’ he whispered against your lips and you felt your tears flow again. ‘I probably haven’t told you that enough at all but I promise you, you are. And I don’t care if I come home to a messy house or if dinners not ready by a certain time. We can do that stuff together yeah? That’s what families do’

‘But I don’t want to burden you when you’ve been at work all day’ you sniffed but he was shaking his head lightly.

‘Just cause I’ve been out to work doesn’t mean you haven’t been working all day too.

‘I just want it nice for when you get in’

‘I know baby and I really do appreciate it but everything doesn’t have to be perfect. We’re still a work in progress and we’ll get there’

‘I love you’ you sobbed and he bought you back into his arms as he rocked you ever so gently.

‘I love you too’ he whispered before letting you calm down and stop crying. ‘When’s Tilly’s next feed?’

‘In about 15 minutes’

‘Are there bottles made up in the fridge?’

‘Yeah should be’

‘How about you get yourself tucked in and I’ll give Tilly her bottle. I’ll give her the night feed too so you can get some proper sleep’

‘Mase, it’s fine-‘

‘No, I’m being serious. Daddy’s home and he’s in charge now’ he laughed whilst tickling your sides and you fake gagged as he kissed all over your face. ‘Come on, get in and we can have a little cuddle and then it’s off to the land of nod for you. Tilly wants some daddy daughter time, she told me’ he winked.

You eventually listened to him, tucking the pair of you in so he could hold you while you went to sleep, eventually feeling him slip out of bed before picking Tilly up and taking her downstairs for her bottle. You didn’t wake up again until you felt him sneak out of bed again to give her the next feed but with a light kiss to your cheek you were off again.

You felt a lot fresher the next morning, but half an hour after Mason had gone you were on the verge of crying again. Ollie refused to eat his breakfast because Mason hadn’t made it and was screaming the house down whenever you tried to put Tilly to sleep. You tried sending him to his room but he refused and around 2pm you were ready to tear your hair out. You needed to pop to the shop but the thought of getting Ollie ready to go outside filled you with dread but you were standing strong and trying hard to get him to do what you needed him to.

‘Ollie, I won’t tell you again. Put the pencils away and come here so I can put your coat on’

‘No, I want daddy not you’

‘Daddy’s not here. Please just do it’

‘No!’ He shouted, throwing the pencils up in the air so they clattered to the floor with a loud bang, causing Tilly to cry almost immediately.

‘Oh Ollie’ you shouted, letting your frustrations get the better of you before he ran out the room. His little feet pounding up the steps until you heard his door slam but you weren’t fussed about him right now, reaching down to pick up an upset Tilly as you held her to your chest and tried not to cry yourself.

You almost jumped out of your skin when you felt a hand on your waist, your teary eyes looking up into Masons sympathetic ones and you froze on the spot. He wasn’t supposed to be home yet and you wanted to have everything sorted before he was but he’d seemingly caught you in the middle of a meltdown. You went to speak but he shook his head, kissing your forehead gently before peeling a still grizzly Tilly from your arms.

‘Go sit down baby, I got this’ he told you gently and you were too distressed to argue so you let him take her as you went into the living room. He wasn’t long and before you knew it he was next to you, bundling you into his arms as you clung to him for dear life. ‘I’m going to have a word with him, I don’t care what you say. I’m not having him speak to you like that it’s not on’

You didn’t argue with him, knowing you couldn’t keep this up for much longer so you just nodded before leaning back a bit.

‘He’s been like it all day, he just won’t do anything for me and I don’t know what to do anymore’ you told him, your bottom lip wobbling as he took your face in his hands before kissing your forehead.

‘I know, don’t worry I’ll fix this’

‘I wanted to fix it myself’ you laughed lightly, trying to ease the tension a little bit but you could tell how disappointed he was. ‘How much did you hear?’

‘All of it’ he sighed. ‘I didn’t wanna come bursting in and start shouting. I think it’s best I calm down and give him some time before I speak to him but I’m fucking furious. Is he like this everyday?’

‘Most days’ you whispered and the look of disappointment that clouded his face made your tummy drop.

‘You should of told me’

‘I wanted to handle it on my own-‘

‘But you’re not on your own. We’re a team remember? We made that little shit together and I’ll always be in your corner to fight back with you’ he laughed, trying to make you smile and even though you were upset you couldn’t help but laugh with him a little bit. ‘Now you just stay here, I’ll go grab Tilly for you and then I’ll go speak to him’ he told you gently, kissing your forehead before jumping up so he could get Tilly and settle her in your arms.

Mason took the stairs two at a time, nervous about having such a serious conversation with Ollie but he couldn’t let things carry on like this. Coming home to you so defeated everyday after you always tried so hard to make sure everyone lived in a happy house angered him more than he could say but he knew he couldn’t shout at him. He was still only little but he should know better than you treat you that way.

‘Ollie, open the door mate’ he called and the door flew open a few seconds later, Ollie smiling like butter wouldn’t melt as he hugged Masons legs but he didn’t offer him any affection back which made Ollie pull back with a pout. ‘Go sit on your bed for me I need to talk to you’

Ollie plopped on his bed with a thud, seemingly unaware of what Mason was about to talk to him about but he knew it was all an act by the way he sat playing with his fingers, a nervous trait he’d picked up from you and Mason had to stop himself from smiling.

‘Daddy’s really not very happy Ollie, why do you think that is?’ Mason asked and Ollie just shrugged his shoulders. ‘Nuh uh, we’re not doing this. You know exactly what I’m on about and I’m really disappointed. You know that behaviour isn’t acceptable’ he told him in a stern voice, trying to be firm and get his point across but also not frighten him. ‘You promised me you’d look after mummy when I’m not here so why have I come home to you shouting at her and not doing what’s she asked you to do?’

Ollie didn’t speak, just carried on playing with his fingers as he looked down and as soon as Mason saw his lip start to wobble his heart broke a little bit, eventually pulling him over and into his lap.

‘I don’t want you to get upset Mate, but how you’re feeling now, that’s how you’ve been making mummy feel for a little while and that’s not nice is it? We don’t want mummy to be upset do we?’

‘No’ he told Mason, shaking his head a little as Mason rubbed his back a little bit.

‘Cause we love mummy don’t we? She does so much for us and it’s important we’re kind to her. She works so hard everyday to make sure we’ve all got what we need and makes sure we’re happy so we need to make sure we look after her like she looks after us’

‘Im sorry daddy’ he finally sobbed, tucking his head into Masons neck as he started to cry.

‘I know mate, but It’s not me you need to say sorry to is it?’ Masons asked and Ollie shook his head into Masons neck. ‘Let’s go see mummy so you can apologise’

‘Okay’ Ollie sniffed before crawling out of Masons lap so he could stand up, rubbing his eyes before Mason held him by his arms.

‘I know you’re sorry but I really don’t want to have to speak to you about this again okay? If I do I won’t be as calm about it. Mummy does absolutely everything for you and I don’t like seeing her upset. Promise me you won’t do it again?’ Mason told him before holding out his pinkie finger which Ollie wrapped his own around.

‘I promise’ he told Mason and he looked like he meant it so Mason held his hand for Ollie to take so he could walk him downstairs to see you and apologise.

‘I’m gonna wait here for a little bit yeah?’ He told Ollie and with a final ruffle of his hair, he watched him run over to you, and throw himself into your arms. Thankfully you’d place Tilly back into her crib nearby so your arms were free and as soon as you worked out what was going on, you pulled him up into your lap so he could throw his arms around your shoulders. You felt your eyes prick instantly as you felt his little body shake.

‘I’m sorry mummy’ he sobbed and you quickly scratched over his head lightly to try and calm him down in a similar way you always did with Mason when he was upset. It seemed to work and soon enough he was pulling back to place a kiss on your cheek causing you to smile.

‘It’s okay baby, thank you for apologising’

‘Hey Ollie’ you suddenly heard from the doorway and you looked over to see Mason making his way in. ‘How about we go in the kitchen and clear your mess up?’ He asked and Ollie nodded before you helped him down so he could make his way into the kitchen. Mason quickly made his way over to you so he could drop a kiss on your lips and with a quiet I love you he was following Ollie into the kitchen.

Around ten minutes later Ollie was walking back in with a bottle for Tilly in his hands and you hadn’t even realised the time and that she was due a feed.

‘Oh thank you baby’ you smiled as he passed it to you and you gently grabbed Tilly so you could feed her. ‘Would you like to come and help me?’ You asked tentatively and to your surprise he nodded shyly at you so you carefully helped him up to sit in the corner of the sofa before laying Tilly in his arms and helping him hold the bottle, feeling more complete that you had in weeks.

Mason soon joined you, a small pout on his lips due to the fact he probably felt a little left out but he was quick to sit down as soon as you patted the space next to you.

‘I’ve made a start on dinner, how does daddy’s special pasta sound?’ He asked, wiggling his eyebrows but Ollie was looking back in disgust as he stuck his tongue out.

‘Want mummy’s pasta’ he laughed and Mason rolled his eyes playfully.

‘Of course you do’ he teased before his eyes landed on yours.

‘Thank you’ you whispered, leaning over to give him a quick kiss and you smiled as he pulled you back to deepen it a bit. ‘I mean it, thank you for all of this’

‘You’re welcome, gorgeous. You know I’d do anything for you’ he whispered, kissing your temple before resting his head on top of yours so you could watch your eldest baby feed your youngest, finally feeling like you’d done something right.

Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed :) I’d love to know what you thought so please feel free to comment or drop me an ask, I’d really appreciate it 🩷

[fallinforerling]

the pinterest board - eh

A/N: this is so silly and stupid, i love it so much. i dunno why i thought about this, but my pinterest boards for erling are very specific, and yes, i do have a board for his short hair era. i still miss it. love you guys xx

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ೃ⁀➷ erling's taglist

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It was unusually quiet around the house, and Erling wondered what could be causing that. There weren't many moments throughout the day where you weren’t doing some type of activity that caused noise. From playing music, to cooking or practicing your pronunciation in Norwegian, you were always making your presence known.

So when he finally arrived from practice, it felt odd to find a very silent living room, with no sight of you anywhere. He peeked through the kitchen door, hoping to find you with your headphones on, but it was as empty as the previous room. Then he thought that maybe you went out, but you rarely did that without giving him a heads up.  

So where were you?

“Baby?!” He shouted, still not getting any response. 

He was starting to get worried. While making his way to the bedroom, he got his phone to call you. Only when he reached the door, he realize he did heard your voice. And you were giggling. But it wasn’t your usual laugh; it sounded like the giggly laugh you made when he kissed you behind the ear or when you saw him shirtless. 

You were giggling because you liked whatever the hell was happening. 

Of course he wasn’t thinking about cheating or anything related to that matter, but something clicked in his brain. He made sure to open the door as quietly as possible, sticking his head just enough to see you resting flat on your stomach, seeming to scroll through your phone. 

Your smile was so big and mesmerizing that he took a moment to openly stare at you, finding your happiness contagious. It lasted a few seconds, because you giggled again and then he remembered wanting to find out what you were looking at.

“What are you doing?” He murmured, smiling when you visibly jumped on the spot. You turned and smiled at him, but your eyes were full of panic as one of your hands hid the phone deep into the pillows. 

“Babe! Hey, I didn’t see you there. How was practice?” You fixed your hair behind your ears, something that you only did when you were nervous. You were hiding something. And now he was determined to find out what. “Wanna have some dinner? I prepared that liver you like so much.” 

“Sure, sure. Thank you, honey.” He discarded his training bag on the floor, still standing at the door. “What were you watching?” The playful smile never left his face as he leaned on the doorframe, not letting you get out. 

“Me? Nothing—I was just, you know, checking out Pinterest. Typical stuff! Anyways, back to the liver? Pretty well seasoned, let’s go make it! My big guy needs to eat!” You let a nervous laugh out, hitting his arm with no actual force. You were so nervous, it was killing him. 

“I’m sorry, baby. Don’t hate me for what I’m about to do, okay?” 

You seemed confused for a few seconds, and that was enough for him to grab you by the waist and practically kick you out of the room. He made sure to quickly lock the door, making a little run to the bed to get your phone before it was too late. He could hear your muffled screams as you banged on the door, begging him to stop being so noisy. 

The problem was that the noisy monster he is today was created by you. 

Once he got a grab on your phone, he thanked every god available that it was still unlocked. As he stared at the screen, his mouth opened in a silent laugh as his thumb kept scrolling through the content. There were hundreds of photos of him at literally every stage of his career. Then, he noticed that you didn’t lie about the Pinterest thing. There were boards dedicated solely to him. Once he had finally seen it all, he opened the door, still laughing a bit as you stared at him with hatred. 

“Seriously, baby?” He still held your phone at his face level, so you weren’t able to reach it. “Short-haired Erling? There’s a specific board for that point of my life?” 

“Give me my phone back!” You said instead, taking it roughly from his hands. “And yes, I have a Pinterest board for photos of you with short hair, so what? You looked stunning.” You turned around, and started to walk towards the kitchen. 

“Hey! What’s wrong with my long hair?” He touched the man-bun he had going on hesitantly, following you. “You don’t like it?” 

Then it was your turn to laugh as you turned again to face him. 

“Of course I do.” 

“Oh, but you don’t love it.” He didn’t even know why it offended him so much. “You don’t like it enough to make a Pinterest board. huh? Are you trying to say that I don’t look stunning in it?” 

“Oh, c’mon! I didn’t say that!” 

“But you’re not denying it!” He was getting worked up for no apparent reason, but it was mortifying to think that his own girlfriend didn’t like his hairstyle. “That’s it— I’m chopping it off!” 

“Erling! It’s not that big of a deal! You do look stunning with long hair!” 

But he didn’t let go for at least another two hours. Dinner got forgotten as he went off about how you loved his past-self more than his current one. You had to make sure to create a new Pinterest board with recent photos of him in front of him, and just after that, he seemed convinced enough that you liked the long hair as much as his short hair phase. 

Talk about unnecessary drama queens.

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[the7thheroine]

Treech x mentor reader part 1/5

PART 5 IS IN THE WORKS READ THE REST 🤬🤬🤬

The one thing you had not expected was to be swarmed with your fellow academy students in a hall listening to a drunkard.

You sit between coriolanus and Sejanus, staring at a large screen displaying the 10th annual hunger games as Casca Highbottom, the creator of the games speaks on what is to happen.

“The prize is a bit different this year. The top performing students will each receive a tribute, only one, and which ever tribute… performs the best, will receive the prize, winning is set aside but will be taken into consideration…”

You could see coriolanus tense up next to you, every person in the room knew but never spoke on his situation. Out of anyone he was the one who needed the money the most, to pay for his life, his sisters, and his grandmothers. Sejanus looked ill, you knew that his father, most likely had bought him a tribute already.

“It’s gonna be fine, out of everyone I know, you could get a tribute to perform..?” You try and offer comfort to coriolanus. He turned to you still looking somewhat constipated and tried to offer you a tight lipped smile

“Thanks y/n… I really do hope so.”

“No problem coriolanus.”

“Now, oh excuse me Miss arachnid. Here’s announcing which tribute, will go to who.” Called Mr Highbottom

“Tribute 1….”

You could no longer pay attention. Would you be a top performing student? At best you were just above average and your parents would never buy you a tribute like Sejanus’s parents would

“Tribute 2 male!… Sejanus Plinth.”

Now he was really looking sick, you saw Coryo turn to Sejanus speaking quietly in his ear only for Sejanus to look even more upset murmuring something inaudible back.

That’s something you wouldn’t expect to see, Sejanus and coryo, whilst civil weren’t bestfriends. Especially on Coryos part. It’s strange, and yet, somewhat they click automatically. Sharp whispers were coming from Arachnid and some other students over Sejanus, ‘poor guy.’ You thought leaning back in your chair..

“District 7 male… Y/n L/n.”

Oh?

Oh.

Now that’s surprising. you were a top performing tribute. You took in the image of the boy, he seemed older, 17 or 18? He wore a bent out of shape hat and had glassed over eyes, he looked ready to scream or cry. His hair looked matted and curled, He had deep dark eyes, and squared shoulders from working in the woods, his hands were tightly fisted as he stared around at all of the others from his tribute.

You felt, pity, pity for the boy, the boy who’s your age and is now going to fight for his life, his district partner appears and looks even worse, her eyes red rimmed sniffling and crying as she’s marched up the steps to the stage, she’s Plinys tribute?

A couple tributes later and somewhat even getting worse for snow, he received district 12s female tribute, Lucy gray Baird.

She came to the stage wearing a rainbow dress, looking... calm. Her hair was a dark wavy mix, her skin a deep olive and she looked like a performer.

“What is she wearing… is she some sort of clown?”

Suddenly there’s screaming coming from the screen as Lucy gray sharply moves putting a snake down one of the girls backs.

Snow jumps up causing Clemensia to jump back away from him. He stared in awe at the screen, ‘maybe he does still have a chance..’ you thought glancing between him and the screen.

You stare at the screen as she lays still on the ground after being smacked by the mayor and left.

singing?

She’s singing.

She’s.. performing.

Snow was smiling, he has a performer, he has a chance still. All the other students were whispering in awe at the songbird.

The ceremony is swiftly bought to an end with the appearance of the games maker, Dr Gaul.

I look at snow, he’s looking around suspiciously, strangely, ready to stand up and go, but go where?

I look up at him, he stares back at me gesturing me to follow, I stand up smiling gently as sejanus before making my way to Snow.

“I’m going to the tributes trains arrival, come with me.” He says leaning in slightly.

“You really do want to win huh..”

“I have nothing left to loose.”

I nod. Determined. My tribute would be there too, maybe there’s an opportunity? Maybe he could win? I don’t want to see him die.. or have his blood on my hands. The prize seemed so small now compared to someone’s life.

[bluesylveon2]

omg, can I request number 13 with sebek please?????

I did it anon! I wrote this! The ending could be better but I think this turned out good. This prompt really fit Sebek too lol

Prompt: 13. We make contact before trying to steal the last seat on the subway/bus/train and I end up in your lap and fuck you, I’m going to stay here because I’ve had a really long day and this seat was mine

Note: Modern au and aged up characters

Word Count: 1691

Warnings: not beta read, possible OOC characters (Sebek is an asshole at first), and an attempt at writing subways (I based it off NYC)

500 Follower Event

Yuu was having a not-so-good, horrible, very bad day.

It had all started when she had slept past her alarm and woke up to Grim, the recent cat she adopted, making her sofa a scratching post. Then, after running out of her house with a white blouse, a skirt, heels, and a cup of coffee in her hand, she magically ran into someone, spilling coffee on her clothes. 

The person apologized, but Yuu wanted to scream. She only had 5 minutes left until her shift at the office started, and she did not want her boss or coworkers to get on her about it. 

(There was a redhead in the IT department who was strict and infamous for lecturing a coworker who was late by two seconds). 

It was a stroke of luck that Yuu made it on time. Everyone was too busy to notice her arrival except for Vil, who gasped at Yuu's current state. Luckily for her, he had a blouse and a skirt that he lent her (but not before giving her a lecture about her appearance). 

The rest of her shift was boring after that. Yuu quietly sat in her cubicle while the chaos happened around her. It was a typical day, to say the least, until her boss, Dire Crowley, showed up with a mountain of paperwork and wanted it done by the end of the day because he was oh-so kind. It reminded her of the infamous trio in Accounting and Finance, who she was 100% certain were in the mafia. And so, Yuu left her job with a massive headache, a plastic bag with the company label of her soiled clothes, and a list of how to get revenge on her boss. The poor girl was working like Cinderella, and she only wanted to sleep while cuddling Grim.

Yuu made her way toward the train station and mindlessly went to her stop. Yuu could not hold back her yawn as the subway appeared. She tiredly followed behind the crowd into the train, letting her feet guide her inside. It was partially full, and luckily, only a few people entered with her. Her eyes landed on the spot near the door, perfect for her to sit and decompress. 

Yuu only took two steps towards the seat when suddenly, a man with slicked back light green hair, yellow-green eyes, and the strangest green and black outfit she had seen sat down in HER seat. Now slightly awake but more annoyed, Yuu marched toward him. 

"Excuse me, sir. That is my seat."

The man looked her up and down at her appearance, and his lips curled up in disgust like she offended him. "It is clear that I saw this seat and sat down first. Therefore, it is my seat."

Yuu huffed and wanted to say some not-so-nice words to him, but some children were around her. She chose to look down at his stupid-colored eyes with determination. "Look, mister. Don't you know the saying 'ladies first?'"

The man scoffed, "Of course I do. Do you think I was raised like a barbarian?" He said and eyed the plastic bag in her hands. "Unlike some people. Besides, I must be in top shape after spending all day protecting my Master."

Yuu stared at him like he was a crazy person. "You- jjsndgondvisjdf" She could not form words and chose to say sounds instead. One parent covered her child's ears. 

"Do you not know who I am?"

Yuu stopped her rambling and looked at him. "I don't know and I don't care. If you don't move, then I have no choice."

The man's eyebrows furrowed, "What are you? HEY!" He yelled, causing some people nearby to silence him. Meanwhile, the girl on his lap made herself comfortable. "What are you doing?"

"Sitting," She said like it was obvious. She turned her head to look into his eyes; a frown etched on her face. "Look, I had a tiring day today too, but I need to sit down after a long day at work."

The man blushed at the close proximity and looked away. His face was slightly red, and a pang of guilt filled his chest. "I'm sorry for being rude to you. I was unaware."

Yuu waved him off, "It's alright. You didn't know." She suddenly yawned and rested her head against his chest. She could feel how fast his heartbeat was going but was too exhausted to ask why. She felt like she was covered in a blanket. "You can just chill until it’s your stop. I'll get up when it is my stop."

The man looked at her curiously, "Where is your stop?"

Yuu yawned again. Her eyes felt heavy. "Ramshackle Street," she replied, her eyes getting starting to close. "You are so warm and comfortable," she said absentmindedly, wrapping her arms around his torso. 

"Hey! What are you?" Sebek stopped talking and stared at Yuu's sleeping face. He moved his arm to shake her awake but stopped. He could see how exhausted she was by looking at the eye bags under her eyes and how she managed to sleep so quickly. It reminded him of Silver, but slower by two seconds.

Speaking of, Sebek's suddenly rang, and his friend's name was on the caller ID. 

"Hello?"

"Ah! Sebek! There you are! We were looking for you. Where are you right now?" His other Master and Silver's adoptive father, Lilia's voice, replied. "My phone died, so I must use Silver's khee hee."

"Father, that's because you misplaced your charger." Silver's voice called out. 

Lilia laughed. “Silly me!”

Sebek rolled his eyes, “Is the Young Master safe?” 

Lilia huffed. “Malleus is next to me, eating some ice cream. You know how he is, but we have a more important matter to discuss. Where are you now? The city must be so big for you to accidentally wander off."

Sebek sighed. He should have been more diligent and kept sight of Malleus (the tallest person he knew) or Lilia, but he didn’t. And now he was stuck on a train with a random girl sleeping on his lap. 

It was like the girl knew he was thinking about her because she mumbled something about 'that damn Crowley' and was loud enough to be heard by Lilia.

"What was that?"

Sebek scrambled to say something, "I apologize, Master Lilia! I am taking a train that will stop in the Diasomnia area, but I might be delayed. You see, there is this girl-"

"A GIRL?!?" Lilia exclaimed, "Why didn't you say that earlier? Is she your girlfriend? Did you meet online and finally get to meet in person? Am I finally getting grandchildren???"

Sebek could tell that Silver was rolling his eyes at the last part. "No, Master Lilia. She was exhausted from her work and ran into me on the subway. She is taking a nap right now."

"Oh, crumbs," Lilia sighed dramatically. "I thought I would finally experience what it is like being a grandpa. You know I am not getting any younger."

"We know." Silver and Sebek said at the same time. 

"Well, make sure that the girl gets home safely, Sebek. Do you know where her stop is?"

"Ramshackle Street."

"Perfect!" Lilia exclaimed. "It is actually nearby Diasomnia, so we can meet you there. Malleus has always wanted to explore it anyways. It is known for its historic mansions, you know. Make sure to send your location or call Silver so we can find you."

Sebek nodded and adjusted Yuu by securely wrapping an arm around her so she did not fall off his lap. "Understood. It should be one of the upcoming stops, so I should be there soon."

"Good. See you soon, Sebek!" Lilia said and hung up. Sebek pocketed his phone and looked down at the sleeping Yuu. She looked peaceful, and she was breathing quietly. However, she did look cold, and her thin long sleeve did not look like it was enough. Sebek took off his coat, leaving him in his white shirt and tie (it surprised him just how he did it, given the complex design), and wrapped it around Yuu's body. He wrapped his arms protectively around her again and sighed. 

"Next stop is Ramshackle Station. Stand clear of the closed doors, please," the intercom's voice called out. 

Sebek gently shook Yuu's shoulder. "Hey, you need to wake up. Your stop is coming up."

Yuu slowly opened her eyes and looked around her surroundings. "Huh?" Her eyes landed on Sebek's face. "Oh, right. I took a nap on you. Let me get out of your way." She moved to stand up but was stopped by Sebek holding onto her hand. 

"You have a few minutes until the train stops. You can stay until then..." His voice trailed off. 

Yuu chuckled, her laugh sounding like music to Sebek. "Where are my manners? I'm Yuu." she smiled, causing Sebek's heart to skip a beat. 

"I'm Sebek Zigvolt." Yuu's smile grew even wider as she clung to Sebek's coat. Realizing the unfamiliar fabric, she looked down in shock.

"Is this yours? Here, let me return it-" She began to take it off only to stop when Sebek shook his head. 

"Keep it. Besides, you can wear it even longer if you allow me to walk you home."

Sebek expected her to say yes, not jump on him, and wrap her arms around his neck. "Yes! Thank you, Sebek!" She grinned. Maybe her day was finally getting better after all.

Bonus: Sometime during the walk back to Yuu's house. 

"You know, this fabric seems pretty fancy. Are you a bodyguard or something?" Yuu asked while rubbing Sebek’s coat between her fingers. 

Sebek nodded and smiled proudly. "Yes, I am. In fact, you might meet my masters when I drop you off."

Yuu's eyes widen. "Really? They must be important people for you to call them that."

"Of course! It is none other than the great Malleus Draconia! He is so great and powerful-"

Yuu sweatdropped as Sebek went on a rant about Malleus when all she wanted to do was to go home. 

Disclaimer: I do not own Twisted Wonderland and its characters. Those belong to Aniplex, Walt Disney Japan, and Yana Toboso.

©: This story belongs to bluesylveon2 2020-23. DO NOT modify, republish, or plagiarize my work.

[borathae]

↳ Index [Chapter 22 - Inventions]

Warnings: there is so much going on idk where to start, the beginning makes me physically weak, there is death & betrayal & violence, Jimin is being a bitch again lmao, Yoongi deserves a hug, OC is a badass bitch we stan, much stuff is going on, there is a twist ohoho

Wordcount: 14.8k

a/n: *screams*

Yoongi is gone again the next day. You wake before Jungkook, staring at the emptiness between your bodies where once Yoongi rested.

You were so happy last night. You shared a passionate night with your two lovers and it was incredible. You feel flutters in your tummy just thinking about it. You reach out to tug a strand of hair behind Jungkook’s ear. To imagine how far he came from when you first met him. He couldn’t even be in the same room as you and something like passionate, unrestrained sex wasn’t even possible and now you shared a private moment with each other and fucked so goddamn hard. It makes you so happy to think about.

Jungkook opens his eyes, meeting your gaze.

He smiles tiredly and closes his eyes, “morning”, he mumbles into the pillow.

“Morning.”

“Mhhm I’m so lucky”, he whispers.

“Why?”

Jungkook scoots closer and drapes his arms over your back. He presses a kiss to your forehead, staying close like that afterwards.

“Cause I can wake up to the best view.”

Your heart flutters. Giggling, you nudge his waist gently.

“You’re so cute.”

“Mhm”, Jungkook hums, pecking the bridge of your nose, “I had so much fun last night”, he whispers.

“Me too.”

“I’m so lucky, baby”, he leaves little kisses on your forehead as he speaks, “thank you for last night, you made me so happy.”

“No, thank you. My legs are still jello and I’m gonna be sore for days.”

Jungkook chuckles sleepily, inhaling deeply whilst pulling you closer. Like this, you can really feel his muscles tense in his arm and feel his warmth engulf you.

“Yeah same”, he says, “I can’t believe I got fucked like this. I never had a cock up my ass while I was fucking someone. I couldn’t stop cumming.”

“Yeah, me neither. Yoongi’s kinda crazy for doing that to us, isn’t he?”

Jungkook snickers and you do too.

“We can really count ourselves lucky to be with him, can’t we?” he says.

“Yeah, we’re so lucky”, you agree, pulling him closer, “I’m so happy. When I’m with you two, I feel happy and good and like life is easy.”

“I feel the same”, Jungkook kisses your forehead, “can I tell you something?”

“Mhm, of course.”

“I’m gonna fuck you so good from now on. Mh-hm yeah, you’re gonna get that dick twenty four seven, baby.”

“Geez Kookie, don’t say that”, you fluster, “you’re making me shy.”

“Why?” Jungkook snickers.

“Because you’re…” you nudge him, “I don’t know, I just do okay?” you whine, “you’re so hot when you’re flirty, I’m not used to it.”

“No, that’s just how I am”, Jungkook teases and laughs, “I just couldn’t show you yet because I always wanted to eat you and had to stay away.”

You lift your head, locking eyes with him. His cheeks are covered in veins, but he looks in control otherwise.

“What did I sign myself up for, hm?” you tease, tracing the black veins.

Jungkook grins cutely, “I hope that’s good.”

“Mhm, it’s so good.”

“Baby”, Jungkook purrs, chasing your lips, “I wanna kiss you so bad.”

“Yeah? There’re veins on your cheeks.”

“Mhm yeah I know, that’s why I haven’t kissed you yet”, he whispers, “fuck, I gotta train even harder, I wanna kiss you.”

You run your thumb over his lips, making him purr quietly.

“You can do it, I believe in you.”

“Thanks”, Jungkook says and puts a little distance between you and him. You understand why he did it and you aren’t angry. He lets his eyes run over the empty room behind you, “where’s Yoongi?” he asks.

“I don’t know. He was gone when I woke up”, you answer him.

Jungkook shimmies back so he can look at the rest of the room, “you don’t think that he did the…you know?”

You sit up, “no. No, of course not”, you say, shaking your head vigorously.

“You sounded convinced.”

“Don’t say that. God, I feel so bad for telling him.”

“No hey”, Jungkook intertwines his fingers with you and tugs you down into his arms, “it was the right thing to do. He deserved your honesty”, he says, running his fingers up and down the back of your neck. Like this, you can take in his warm scent and the softness of his skin.

“I know, I’m just worried that’s all. I hate seeing him so upset”, you talk against his chest.

“Yeah, me too”, Jungkook squeezes you in reassurance, “should we go downstairs and check if he’s with the others?”

“Yeah, I really want to do that.”

You find the others outside in the garden. The air smells of lavender and food. The origins of said scents were easy to spot. The sun is shining onto the lavender beds while on the dinner table, bowls of freshly cooked pasta are standing. 

Seokjin and Emma are both enjoying a serving, as is Hoseok. The latter is chatting with Sophie – one of the witches. Meredith said that she and a few others joined her coven in the sixties – when you sit down by the table. Taehyung is with them as well. And Jimin. They are sunbathing on the lounge chairs. Both are in nothing but swimming trunks and sunglasses. You feel relief wash over you at the sight of Jimin. So Yoongi didn’t go completely berserk on him. Yet.

“Good morning”, you greet them and one by one, they turn their heads to you.

“More like good lunch”, Seokjin jokes, “it’s already five past one.”

“Wow really? Gosh, we didn’t even notice the time.”

“Crazy night, huh?” Hoseok teases.

“Yeah, one could say that. It got pretty late”, Jungkook says and snickers boyishly. 

You fluster because of it, feeling your cheeks heat up. You didn’t expect him to expose your little secret, but you don’t mind. It feels nice to be so open and official about your relationship. 

“Wah our Jungkookie, you’re such a player”, Seokjin teases to which the younger vampire rolls his eyes.

“No, I’m not hyung. I just had fun with my girlfriend”, Jungkook throws back, sending even more heat to your cheeks. Confidence suits him.

Seokjin and Emma chuckle fondly, while Hoseok coos and wiggles his brows. 

Taehyung studies you from head to toe throughout the entire scene, tonguing his cheek in annoyance. He looks at Jungkook’s hand caressing your lower back. His eyes gleam in jealousy for just a second. He looks back at your face. Your gazes meet.

“A fucking joke”, he mumbles and turns his head away.

Jimin ignores you completely, fuelling the fire of annoyance by reaching out and caressing Taehyung’s cheek.

You look away, turning your attention to the people who actually seem happy about your company.

“Have you been awake for a while?” you ask them.

“Yeah, I think since seven? Right guys?” Hoseok says.

“Yes, since seven. We were already at the market with Dragana”, Emma says.

“Really? That sounds like fun”, you say.

“It was fun. That’s where we got the pasta for today’s lunch. You should try it. Dragana and I cooked it”, Hoseok says. He has been getting along with the dark-haired witch rather splendidly. You even caught them whispering to each other on more occasion than one and just two nights ago, you ran in on them chatting in the library over some tea. Hoseok seems happier, even happier than usual and whenever she is close to him, he seems to smile even brighter. Even today, they seem to almost want to stick together. There is nothing but two fingers width between their arms and Dragana has been looking at his lips the entire time he was talking. It’s cute.

“Well, then it can only be good”, you say.

“It’s so good”, Sophie says, “now sit you two before it gets cold”, she offers you and Jungkook the chairs next to her.

You gladly take her up on her offer, thanking her for the glass of wine she prepares each of you. You thank Hoseok for the pasta and then dig in.

“Wow, you weren’t lying. This is incredible”, you gush and by your side, Jungkook frowns and nods his head vigorously as he enjoys the food.

“Thanks”, Hoseok says, turning to Dragana to exchange a look. They keep staring at each other for just one second too long. Truly it’s so cute.

“Do you guys know where Yoongi is?” you ask no one in particular.

“No sorry, I thought that he was with you”, Seokjin says, shaking his head.

“I saw him leave when we left for the market”, Emma says, “but I thought that he already returned, has he not?”

You and Jungkook exchange a wary look.

“Not that I know of. Oh god, what if something happened to him?”

“Yeah sure”, Jimin throws in and scoffs, “one can dream.”

You hate that Taehyung snickers because of it. He shouldn’t snicker. Not him.

“Shut up, you bitch”, Jungkook seems less constrained in his annoyance, spitting the hateful words at both Jimin and Taehyung.

“Wow, now that hurt”, Jimin says sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

“Oh you wanna go, you-” Jungkook growls only to get interrupted by Seokjin.

“Yoongi! Hey”, he calls out, forcing Jungkook to drop back into his chair and for your heads to turn.

Yoongi is strutting to the table, wearing black from head to toe and with his hair still wet.

“What’s with the hair? Are you trying a new look today?” Hoseok asks.

“I washed it. It got dirty”, Yoongi answers him dryly. You all know what he was insinuating. That the reason why Emma watched him disappear into dusk was because he went out to hunt and that somewhere along that hunt, it escalated to the point where even his hair got dirty. Which is rarely something that happens with Yoongi. Only you and Jungkook understand the exact meaning of this fact. His hunt wasn’t of hungry nature, he was still angry.

“Wow hyung, I can’t believe you got dirty. That’s what you get from waking up so early, it makes you sloppy”, Hoseok jokes and for just a second you and Jungkook clutch each other’s hand under the table in fear that this would tick off Yoongi.

“Yeah”, Yoongi says and scoffs, acknowledging his stupid joke that way. He places his hands on your and Jungkook’s shoulders, giving both of you a good squeeze, “did you two sleep well?” he asks you.

“We did. But what about you, are you okay?” you ask him, looking at him with worried eyes.

Yoongi sneaks a glance at Jimin, “don’t worry about me, I can handle myself.”

“I know that, love. But you know me”, you take his hand, “I’m such a worried idiot.”

Yoongi pinches your chin softly, “I know.”

Taehyung, who watched the whole scene unfold and had to come to realise that you and Yoongi already made up again, rolls his eyes as far as possible.

“Jimin, can we go?” he asks the obsidian haired vampire as loudly as possible, standing up from the chair rather aggressively.

“Of course, I’m so ready to get out of here”, Jimin says, standing up with an almost taunting arch of his back, “it smells like control freak in here all of a sudden”, he adds, locking eyes with Yoongi. 

Yoongi’s fingers tighten just slightly on your shoulder.

“Yoongi knows that you forced me, Jimin. I’d shut your mouth if I were you”, you say, putting boredom into your voice because you know it would annoy him. 

You lock eyes with Taehyung, hoping that the iciness in them lets him know that you were just as pissed at him than Jimin. He seems completely taken aback and confused.

Yoongi lets out a deep growl, the kind which is just so obviously supernatural. This was a warning.

Jimin flusters even if he doesn’t show it. He does break eye contact with Yoongi however, visibly shimmying behind Taehyung. 

“Move”, he hisses at him, pushing him rather harshly. 

Taehyung stumbles, widened eyes locked on your face for as long as possible.

“___ can we-” tries to ask you, only to be shoved by Jimin again, “Jimin, what are you doing? Hey, you’re hurting me, stop pushing me.”

It aches to see him get pushed away like that, but in the end you have to let it happen. The situation is already messed up enough, you don’t want to make it worse by speaking up again. 

They soon disappear from the garden. 

Yoongi slides his hands from your shoulders, finally claiming the chair beside you.

“So you know”, Seokjin says. 

Yoongi nods his head, frowning.

“How isn’t he already plant fertilizer?”

“___ doesn’t want me to kill him.”

“Ah”, Seokjin looks at you, “I see.”

“Where are they off to either way?” 

“The town. Jimin wants clothes”, Hoseok answers you. 

Yoongi sighs loudly, fingers coming up to massage the bridge of his nose. 

“Seriously can I please murder him?” he says, eyes squeezed shut, “he is irritating me so much.”

“I relate”, Seokjin agrees. 

“No”, you say, “stop wanting to murder people.”

Yoongi groans, “I just wanna do it a little. Just break his neck once.”

“You bloodsuckers and your need for violence”, Sophie throws in, “have you not learned better, Min Yoongi?”

“I have learned better, witch”, Yoongi hisses, “but Jimin had the audacity to hurt ___”, he spits, placing his hand at the back of your head most tenderly, “nobody hurts my ___ and gets to tell the tale.”

Sophie rolls her eyes, “you truly have a liking for the dramatics. She seems fine to me.”

“Don’t test me”, Yoongi hisses before convulsing in what looks like pain, “a-ah”, he croaks, hands falling to his temples.

“Yoongi? My beloved, what’s happening?” 

“I’m making the blood in his brain boil”, Sophie answers nonchalantly.

“What? Stop that!”

“Okay”, Sophie says, clicking her fingers. 

Yoongi wheezes for air, lifting his head to reveal his glassy eyes. They are now lowering in anger, focused on the witch.

“You’re in our house now, Min Yoongi. Your threads are useless.”

“You’re fucked up”, you say, “you can’t just do that to him”, you spit, cupping his face, “my love, are you okay?”

“I’m fine”, he says, caressing your wrists, “I wasn’t trying anything, Sophie. I’m not the one who will act up, I’m telling you.”

“Oh I know. I hope he does”, she stands up with a smirk, “at least that will give me an excuse to finally pay him back for 1956.”

“What happened in 1956?”

“He broke my heart, dear”, she answers Jungkook, leaving the table afterwards to disappear somewhere in the garden. 

The mood is awkward and confused. While you and Jungkook are busy checking up on Yoongi, Seokjin and Emma are busy exchanging a confused look. Hoseok is the one speaking up. 

“Not to be dramatic or anything, but am I the only one being fed up with our breakfasts always ending in some sort of violence?”

“No, I’m tired too”, Jungkook says, “I miss our place. Can you remember all the mornings we had, guys?”

“Mhm yeah”, Hoseok sighs, “they were good mornings.”

“If you want them so bad, piss off”, Yoongi hisses, earning himself offended looks by everyone.

“Yoongi, don’t say that”, you whisper. 

“Yeah seriously, we’re on your side”, Seokjin says.

“Whatever I’m”, he sighs in defeat, “I’m sorry. I know”, he says quietly, “I’m tired of it too. I’m sorry that it’s taking me so fucking long to find this bastard.”

“Us”, Seokjin says, “we’re a team. It’s not just you.”

Yoongi lifts his gaze, looking at Seokjin in surprised awe. 

Seokjin gives him a warm smile, flustering him. 

“Whatever”, he mumbles, touching the side of his neck, “eat, you need the strength”, he says, gesturing at the food.

“You should eat too, the bread’s delicious.”

“I already ate, thanks.”

“We know”, Hoseok says, “the forest’s okay though, isn’t it? Or did you rage kill every deer?”

Yoongi studies his features with a pursed lip. He clicks his tongue, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“You woke up a jokester today, didn’t you?” he grumbles, making Hoseok snicker.

“Just trying to lighten the mood.”

“Mhm”, Yoongi acknowledges him before pushing the chair out to get to his feet instead.

“Where are you going?” 

“Meredith, we have a lot of work to do and I wasted enough time already”, he says, leaving the table after giving you and Jungkook a soft kiss on the cheek.

“So Yoongi knows”, Seokjin says once he disappeared from sight.

“I told him last night after we talked it out.”

“I was wondering if you guys did. He seems glued to you again”, Seokjin sneaks a glance at Jungkook, “and Kook for that matter.”

“I helped them”, Jungkook says proudly, “I told them that I was hurt in the attic and that they needed to come get me, but it was just a scheme to get them to talk. I locked them in there and only opened the door once they talked it out.”

“You should have heard him act, I was so worried for him. His voice was all weak and frail”, you say.

Jungkook snickers, nodding his head proudly, “I’m a natural, what can I say.”

“Wah Kookie you’re such a sneaky mastermind”, Seokjin says, reaching over the table to slap Jungkook’s arm brotherly.

“I know, right?” Jungkook agrees, grinning cockily.

“You’re such a sneaky brat”, you say, rolling your eyes fondly, before chuckling.

“But what does he say? Did you really have to convince him not to kill Jimin?” Hoseok asks.

“I guess? He was really angry last night.”

“Understandable. I’m angry too”, Seokjin throws in to which Emma and Hoseok nod their heads, “real talk though, can’t we tell Jimin to piss off? Ever since this idiot is back everything has gone downhill. You and Taehyung are fighting all the time. Jungkook got broken up with. Yoongi’s mad and quite frankly, we’re pissed too. He’s only ruining the peace we had.”

“Yeah totally”, Hoseok agrees, “even now he had to throw in his stupid comments. Why is he always trying to start something? I bet he’s the reason why our breakfasts always escalate.”

“See? He gets me”, Seokjin points at Hoseok with his thumb and a flick of his wrist, “we should throw him out, send him back to where he came from. Which was a crusty butthole, fyi.”

“As much as I want to agree with you, I don’t think Taehyung would”, you say.

“Yeah well, I never really liked him either way”, Seokjin murmurs, earning himself a roll of your eyes.

“Well I do and I don’t want to push him away just because he’s friends with a dick.”

“They do say that the friends you keep close reflect on who you truly are.”

“I don’t think it does, otherwise I’d be an idiot.”

“Yah!” Seokjin gasps, making you snicker, “you take that back, young lady.”

“Never”, you joke, laughing because of the faux offended face Seokjin makes.

And soon the others join in too, laughing for the sake of laughing because you hadn’t done so in too long.

You spend the day with Sanguis, catching up on your language lessons in order to be able to read the books of old. Seokjin and Emma wanted to do something fun like play board games or go for a walk on the beach, but you insisted that it was safer to stay here and study. They agreed to it groggily. You also visited Yoongi in the shed come the later afternoon hours. He was working hard with his sleeves rolled up when you visited. Meredith and the other witches were with him. Jelena is close to him again, looking at his hands.

“I’m bringing snacks”, you announce yourself, making the witches turn around.

Yoongi turns, studying you from head to toe.

“Oh ___!” Jelena calls out and smiles, “you’re an angel, we were already starving.”

“That’s good. Hobi and I made you sandwiches”, you tell them, setting down the silver platter on their working table.

The witches gather around you, each snatching a neatly done sandwich to snack on.

“Oh this is so good.”

“So yummy.”

“I love tomatoes so much.”

They chatter, eating happily.

You abandon them in order to get to Yoongi. He is on his knees, working hard to fix the side plate of the device.

“I see that you are working hard”, you say, running your fingers through his hair.

He lifts his head.

“Mhm”, he hums, nodding it.

You squat down next to him, now caressing the back of his neck.

“How far is the device already?”

“Almost done.”

“Well that’s good to hear. I’m proud of you, my prince.”

Yoongi looks at the device instantly, nodding his head.

“Mhm”, he hums, trying and failing to not let it show that your praise flustered him.

He fixes the position of a screw while you play with his soft baby hair at the nape of his neck.

“Are Taehyung and the ass back from shopping already?” he asks you.

“No, they’re not. I texted Tae, but no answer as of yet.”

“I hope he gets hit by a car.”

“Yoongi”, you gasp, dropping your hand.

“Jimin. Not Tae.”

“Yeah well, whatever. You’re saying the silliest stuff”, you murmur, nudging his arm.

“Mhm”, he acknowledges you, “can you hand me the screwdriver?”

You look at it resting by your feet, picking it up and placing it into Yoongi’s open palm.

“Thanks.”

“You’re looking so professional in what you’re doing.”

“He does, doesn’t he?” Meredith says, making you turn your head.

She already finished her sandwich. Jelena is by her side as well, looking at Yoongi.

“He’s such a big help. I don’t think we could have done it without him”, Meredith says.

You stand up, “he is?”

“Of course, Min Yoongi here knows so much”, she says, nudging his back with her foot, “don’t you?”

“Mhm.”

“He taught me most of my magic back in the days when I started out”, Jelena says.

“He did?” you ask, sneaking a glance down at him.

“Of course. He was the strictest teacher. Weren’t you, Yoongi?” she says and gives his butt a little stub with her foot.

He stands up instantly, sending her one of his looks.

“I was trying to teach you. You were a reckless girl. It wasn’t my fault that I had to discipline you.”

Jelena laughs mischievously, Yoongi rolls his eyes.

“How can I understand that?” you ask.

“Doesn’t matter”, Yoongi dismisses you, squatting back down, “it’s in the past either way.”

You huff out air, giving him a little pout even if he can’t see it.

“Yeah, sadly it is”, Jelena teases and giggles, “gosh, either way”, she dismisses the situation, “I have to leave now. I’m meeting up with Hale in town, he finished his research. I’ll be back by dinner. Doodaloo.”

“See you”, you murmur.

“I think you’ve made your girl jealous, Yoongi dear”, Meredith teases, nudging your arm.

Yoongi looks over his shoulder, “it’s in the past. She knows that it is”, he says dryly, locking eyes with you for just a second.

“Yeah totally”, you say, “you’re being weird Meredith, I’m leaving”, you say, making her laugh.

“You know that I’m just teasing, don’t you?”

“Of course, but I still have very important business to take care of.”

“Gosh, you are adorable, dear”, Meredith laughs, watching you with fond eyes as you leave the shed with burning cheeks and the empty tray under your arm.

Yoongi shifts his eyes from you to Meredith once you are out of sight.

“Don’t stick your fingers into my private life, Meredith”, he warns.

“Your private life? Oh come now, Yoongi”, she laughs, lowering herself next to him, “loosen up, we’re all friends here. ___ knows I was just teasing.”

“We’re not friends.”

She rolls her eyes, “of course we aren’t. The last two hundred years of contact state so clearly. How dare I say something differently.”

“Tch, just hand me the rubies will you?”

Taehyung and Jimin return in the evening. You were in the sitting room when they strut past you. Well, Jimin does. Taehyung just kind of follows behind with all of the bags in his hands.

“You’re back”, you say, studying Taehyung, “why are you so packed?”

“He offered to carry my bags”, Jimin says matter of factly.

“Ah”, you cock your eyebrow up, “did he?”

“Of course he did. Am I right, Taehyung?”

Taehyung fixes the position of the bags, “of course. They aren’t heavy to me.”

“Aha.”

“Where are the others?” Jimin asks, looking around the room.

“The boys and Emma are helping Suzy make dinner and Yoongi’s still with Meredith fixing up the device.”

“I see. And you? What are you doing?”

“Studying”, you sneak a glance at Taehyung, “and worrying about Tae. How are you, darling?”

“Uhm”, he flusters, “what?”

“I haven’t seen you all day and we haven’t talked in days, so I was wondering”, you give him a shy smile, “maybe we could chat a little after dinner.”

“Do you actually mean that?” Taehyung asks, sounding hopeful.

“Of course I do.”

“I would love-”

“We’re busy after dinner actually. We want to go out”, Jimin interrupts him, “you can gladly join us. That is if your captor allows you to leave his side. You know, now that you aren’t allowed to be our blood bag anymore”, he mocks Yoongi’s voice as he speaks.

You frown at him, “I sometimes wonder if all the rudeness in the world is stored in you”, you say, “show a little empathy before I run out of mine and punch you in the throat.”

Jimin snorts and laughs, “good one. Either way”, he snaps his finger, “come Taehyung. I want to try on my clothes”, he says and struts off.

Taehyung lingers by your side, studying you with weary yet hopeful eyes.

“You could just drop those bags and join me in my studies”, you offer him, “I miss studying with you.”

Taehyung nods his head, taking a step closer to you.

“Yeah? Oh darling, that makes me happy to hear. Come here”, you say, welcoming him with open arms.

Taehyung drops the bags and hurries to you.

“Taehyung!” Jimin yells from upstairs.

He flinches and stops.

“Are you coming or not?”

“You don’t have to, you know?” you tell him, “he can very well carry his own bags.”

“I’ll just bring the bags upstairs, I’m already at it”, Taehyung says, inching back to the bags.

“Tae, darling”, you say, sagging your shoulders.

“I’ll be back soon. I promise”, he says and with that, grabs the bags and disappears upstairs.

He won’t come back again and you are destined to study alone until dinner is served.

The food fills the dining room with a mouth watering smell. Most of the witches, safe for Jelena who was still out and Suzy who is getting more wine, have already gathered. Hoseok and Jungkook are chatting with two of them as they pour wine into everybody’s cups. Meredith is talking to Yoongi. The latter turns away from her when he notices you enter the room.

He gets to his feet, pulling out the chair next to him.

You hurry to him quickly, allowing him to help with the chair once you sat down.

“Thank you”, you tell him.

“Mhm yeah”, he says, studying your face.

“You did your hair”, you say, touching the soft curls framing his face.

“I looked messy”, he answers you, moving his head away for the sole reason of being embarrassed by public skinship.

“I love how you did it, you’re so handsome like this.”

“Mhm”, he nods his head and then turns to Meredith, picking up the conversation again.

You would have joined them, hadn’t Taehyung and Jimin entered the dining room. They are dressed in clothes which let you know that somehow, Jimin managed to convince Taehyung to actually go out after dinner. They sit down opposite you and Yoongi.

And while Yoongi willingly ignores them just to spite Jimin, you can’t take your eyes off of Taehyung.

“I missed you during studying”, you tell him.

“He was busy”, Jimin throws in.

“I wasn’t talking to you, you walnut. Taehyung can speak for himself.”

Jimin scoffs, swallowing down the snarky remark for now. Not because he wanted to, but because he felt Yoongi’s deathly glare on him. He leans back in his chair and turns to his left to instead chat with Dragana about the fabric of his shirt.

You send him one last dark look then avert your eyes to Taehyung.

“You look very handsome”, you tell him, “I love the way you did your eyes.”

“Thank you”, he says quietly.

“Are you really planning on going out later?”

He nods his head slowly.

“Well, that’s a shame. I thought that maybe we could play some card games together. Hobi asked if we wanted to join.”

Taehyung’s eyes fill with sad longing, running over your face.

“I like card games”, he says in a small voice.

“Yeah?” you reach over the table, placing your hand over his’, “you can join us if you want to. We’re still one player short.”

Taehyung nods his head as carefully as possible.

“Yeah? Oh, that’s great to hear.”

“He isn’t going”, Jimin throws in, “right Taetae? You promised me to go out later.”

“But card games sound fun”, Taehyung answers him quietly, looking oh so sad.

“What are you? A bore or something?”

Taehyung lowers his head sadly.

“As I tho-”

“Let off of him, Jimin”, Yoongi interrupts him. He watched the whole ordeal long enough to want to speak up.

“Why are you talking?” Jimin throws back.

“Because you’re acting like a controlling cunt. Let Taehyung play card games with the others if that’s what he wants. He is very capable of thinking for himself and you don’t own him.”

Jimin tenses his jaw, while Taehyung stares at Yoongi with his eyes widened in shock. He defended him. Yoongi stood up for him. He was on his side.

Yoongi lets his eyes flit to Taehyung. The latter gives him the smallest and shiest smile ever. One which Yoongi barely even retorts, breaking the eye contact as quickly as he started it.

Taehyung looks into your eyes.

“I want to stay for card games”, he tells you with his voice louder than before.

“That is so great to hear. I’m sure that we will have lots of fun”, you say, ignoring the way Jimin lowers his eyes in pure anger.

Seconds later and Emma announces that dinner has officially been served. Everyone, safe for Yoongi and Jimin, takes a portion of the delicious smelling meal. He adheres to his glass of red wine, sipping on it throughout dinner. Jimin stays silent for most of it, but one could sense that he was considering whether or not to ram his fork through Yoongi’s skull.

Dinner is delicious. Like always, Seokjin and Emma managed to create the most flavourful meal in existence. The sweet wine the witches produce in their winery compliments the food, elevating its exquisite tastes. Everyone loves it. Especially Jungkook who seems to be especially hungry for human food tonight. He frowns throughout dinner – a clear sign that he loved the food – while making high-pitched sounds of approval and nodding his head vigorously. You offered Yoongi a little bite too, but he dismissed you with a little pinch to your cheek and a soft “thanks, my love.” Taehyung seems to be enjoying himself too, now that the feeling of having no one to back him was gone, he really started to become himself again. He and Hoseok were lost in deep conversation the entire starter and main course, talking about the most random topics before landing on their shared interest of music. Yoongi joined the conversation then, giving his occasional commentary and throwing in his random, obscure music trivia fact which impressed you and the others greatly.

Seokjin and Emma clear the table with the help of Dragana and two other witches once the main course was finished, disappearing back in the kitchen with promise of dessert soon.

“I’ll see where Suzy is off to. I want more wine”, Lela excused herself as well, leaving the dining room whilst snacking on a sweet grape.

“Now Meredith”, you say, looking past Yoongi at the witch, “how far is the device? Were you able to finish it?”

“We were, yes”, she answers you, “Yoongi was of great help. I don’t think that we would have been able to finish it today without him.”

Yoongi acts as if he couldn’t hear her, sipping on his wine nonchalantly.

“That’s great”, you say, caressing the back of his neck to let him know that you were proud of him, “and how exactly is this device going to work now?”

“It’s rather simple actually. To activate it, you have to fill it with the blood of the person with the greatest grudge against Namjoon and through magic, the blood will active the power of the gemstones in the heart of the device.”

“And what will those gemstones do?”

“They will send out a frequency which will act like sort of a paralysing factor. If it reaches Namjoon, he won’t be able to move for as long as the device is glowing and in this time, Yoongi will capture him using some of my binding shackles.”

“That sounds like a good plan. Whose blood are you going to use?”

“Mine”, Yoongi answers you.

“Yours?”

“Mhm”, Yoongi studies your face, “if somebody has to make sure he gets put down, it’s gonna be me. Besides, we only have one try, we can’t risk using the wrong blood.”

“One try? Why? What will happen if you fail?”

“Namjoon will flee and the device will be broken. I have to make sure that it works.”

“I’m sure it will. You’re always so resourceful, I’m sure this plan will be successful”, you assure him.

“I hope it will be. I can’t risk it failing”, he looks at you, eyes lingering on your lips, “I want you to be able to go home.”

“Gosh Yoongs, you’re so sweet”, you say with a fluttering heart. You reach out, cupping his cheek, “and if it fails, we’ll just look at one more city together. We’re a team, yeah?”

“Mhm yeah”, Yoongi says, leaning into your touch.

“Tzt laughable”, Jimin murmurs.

You send him a deathly glare. Yoongi frowns at him.

“Excuse me?” you say.

“Jimin, please be quiet”, Taehyung whispers.

“It’s not like you actually love her“, Jimin ignores him however. 

“What?” Yoongi hisses.

“What the fuck?” you gasp, hand slipping to the back of Yoongi’s neck in a protective manner.

“You have no concept of love. How could you when you didn’t feel a thing for thousands of years and hid away like a coward for half your life?”

“Yo dude, tone down your attitude. We’re having a nice dinner right now. Besides, Yoongi’s the only one here who actually knows how to defeat Namjoon and he’s doing a great job at that”, Hoseok throws in with anger on his face.

“Yeah seriously, chill out for once”, Jungkook hisses.

“As if he isn’t doing that all for himself”, Jimin scoffs, “spoiler alert, Min Yoongi. One good deed is not going to erase the fact that you killed thousands in your past.”

“Why are you saying that?” Yoongi says, trying and failing to keep his voice from trembling, “I didn’t even do anything right now. All I want to do is to make the world a safer place. Why are you always like that?”

“Oh? You have to ask?” Jimin throws back, hellbent on getting his revenge for Yoongi and you convincing Taehyung to stay back.

“Please be quiet, Jimin”, Taehyung begs, getting dismissed with a flick of Jimin’s wrist.

“Yeah, fucking shut your mouth”, you spit, squeezing Yoongi’s neck in an angry massage.

“You barely even know how to be human and you want to tell the rest of us how to behave. Look at yourself first and actually learn how to handle your emotions or are you too much of a monster for that, mhm?” Jimin spits.

Yoongi falls back in his chair, eyes showing how deeply hurt he was because of his words.

“Be quiet!” you bark.

“Leave him alone or I’ll kill you!” Jungkook yells with ruby eyes.

“Be honest, you don’t love her. You-”, Jimin continues.

“Shut up, you fuck!” you interrupt him, but Jimin doesn’t care.

“You’re nothing but a greedy Glutton having found your obsession with her. Those aren’t real feelings, you’re just being a fucked-up Glutton.”

“I’m going to kill you“, Yoongi roars, jumping up from the seat to launch himself at Jimin. 

He doesn’t get far and strong magic flings him against a wall, knocking the air out of him. 

“My love!” you exclaim.

Yoongi is on his feet in an instant, bleeding out of his cheek now that he has a big shard of a shattered picture frame casually stuck in his flesh. He rips it out and drops it, eyes focusing on Sophie. 

“What the hell?” he says, wound closing up quickly.

“No violence in my home. Do you hear me, Min Yoongi?” she says calmly. 

“So I can’t even fucking defend myself? Did you hear what he said to me? I just gotta sit there and take it?” Yoongi spits, pointing at his own chest with his eyes widened in shocked anger.

Sophie shrugs her shoulders, earning herself the most poisonous look from Meredith.

Jimin snickers, only fuelling the anger in Yoongi’s chest. 

“Shut the fuck up!” he barks, “stop laughing you ugly bastard!” 

“Oh, I’m sorry but this hilarious. What’s wrong, Min Yoongi? Are you embarrassed that you got called out? Mhm? Control your emotions, will you?”

“Princess, please”, Yoongi looks at you with pitch black eyes, “please, can I kill him? I’m fucking begging you.” Yoongi suddenly hisses, face contorting in pain. “Ah, shit”, he groans, hands falling to his temples.

“Control your temper, old friend”, Sophie warns. 

“Sophie, stop that before I put you down”, Meredith warns.

“Stop that, please!” you beg.

“Yoongi hasn’t done anything wrong!” Jungkook pleads.

“No, no, continue this is hilarious”, Jimin cackles.

“Please everyone just stop”, Taehyung wails.

“Jesus fuck, you’ve got issues Jimin. Serious issues”, Hoseok murmurs.

“Are you behaving?” Sophie challenges.

“Sophie! Cut the bullshit!” Meredith yells and with a flick of her wrists stops Sophie’s magic.

Yoongi shoots up with a gasp, sending Sophie a dark gaze before his eyes fall to a cackling Jimin.

He storms to the table, slamming his hands on it.

“What’s your fucking problem?” he spits, “why do you wanna ruin everything I build?”

“You have to ask?!”

“Yes! Yes I gotta fucking ask!”

Jimin jumps up, slamming his hands on the table, “because you never helped me! You let Namjoon hurt me to the point where I took days to heal! You let him ruin my life, so why should I sit idly by and watch you find happiness when you allowed him to ruin mine?” Jimin screams, “why did you never help me? Why did you let him hurt me so much? Why?”

Jimin stares, inhales loudly and presses out a sob. His face contorts in tears. The room is silent as everyone stares. 

“Why was I never good enough for your help? I know I’m not perfect, but why did I have to suffer so much? Why?”

Yoongi is panting and slowly but surely his once angry features morph into surprise.

“That’s it? That’s why you’ve been acting like such a fucking bastard all this time? Because you wanted revenge?” Yoongi says, staring at Jimin with widened eyes. 

“Did I stutter? You heard me clearly!” Jimin hisses, dripping tears even if his face contorts in anger. 

“Jimin”, Yoongi begins, “for the longest time I had no idea what Namjoon was doing to you.”

“Liar! You just didn’t care!”

“I care now!” Yoongi screams and slams his hand on the table, “yes, you’re right, there was a time where I couldn’t give two shits about what Namjoon did and I’ll regret this for all eternity. And I’m sorry”, Yoongi grips the edge of the table to the point where his pale knuckles turn bright white, “I’m so fucking sorry that I didn’t care for such a long time and that this meant you had to live in hell, but I care now and I’m trying to make up for it by taking action and making sure you guys are safe. I can’t change the past, but I can make sure the future is good. Fuck’s sake you bastard, I could have killed you a dozen times already and yet I didn’t. I didn’t because I want you to find peace. Do you hear me?”

Yoongi slams his hand on the table again just to make a statement.

“I want to make the world a better place for you too. I want you to heal and to feel safe in being yourself. I do all this work for you too! So for fuck’s sake, stop working against me!”

The room is silent. The air is so tense one could cut it with a knife. Yoongi really just said that. 

“Hyung”, Taehyung whispers. 

Yoongi studies his features, looks at Jimin and clenches his jaw. Their gazes barely meet. A deep inhale. He pushes himself off the table. 

“Fuck”, he exhales and turns to storm out of the room. 

Silence. One second. Two. Eyes flit to Jimin. He looks honestly and truly surprised, blinking his tears away before his eyes darken in anger (you were all aware that this was pretend to hide his real emotions). 

“Stop staring, you cunts”, Jimin hisses and runs out of the room. 

“Mimi wait!” Taehyung calls after him, “excuse me for a moment”, he addresses all of you then turns to leave, “Jiminie wait! Talk to me! Wait!” he calls out as he leaves in search for Jimin.

The door closes. You are all alone, exchanging flabbergasted looks.

“What the actual hell was that?” Hoseok says what you are all thinking. 

“Did that actually just happen?” Jungkook asks. 

“Uhh, what is going on? We’re out for two minutes and everything escalates”, Seokjin says, holding a huge plate of sweet milk cakes.

“Oh dear, what happened? Where’s everyone?” Emma gasps, entering the room seconds later with a tray of chocolate pudding.

“Bro, I can’t. The craziest shit just happened ”, Hoseok answers them. 

“Okay? What?”

You stop listening, storming out of the room to look for Yoongi. Judging by the roar of anger coming from the attic, followed by the shattering of something, he must be upstairs.

A shelf filled with heavy book drops right in front of you the moment you set foot into the attic. 

“Geez”, you squeak, jumping back at the last moment.

A growl reaches your ear, your eyes meet a shadowy figure staring at you from the darkness. He is carrying a chair but drops it when he finally takes in your presence.

“Yoongi hey, it’s me”, you take a little step closer.

Yoongi growls deeply, carrying his truest face. Hidden slightly in the shadows, he truly looks like a figure of nightmares. But you aren’t scared, not one bit. You are just so incredibly worried. 

“Hey love, I’m here.”

“Leave”, Yoongi speaks with two voices, one so sweetly familiar to you and one laced with demonic anger. 

You shake your head, stepping over the ruined bookshelf. 

He watches you, frozen on the spot and with his shoulders heaving up and down quickly. 

“Leave”, he stresses.

“No, I won’t. Somebody’s gotta make sure you don’t hurt yourself.”

“Leave me alone!” he screams, but you shake your head. 

“How are you doing?”

“I hate him! That’s how I’m doing”, Yoongi’s voice is raised in anger “I hate him so much.”

“He was just trying to provoke a reaction from you”, you say.

“Then he should pick something else!” he yells, kicking a book across the room, “not my emotions!”

“I know love, I know. But he knows that he can get you like this, I’m sure that’s why he always does that shit.”

“He doesn’t even understand me! Doesn’t he get it? I spent half of my life forcing myself to rot and the rest of it wanting to fucking die. A-and now I just want to make the world better! Why can’t he let me be?!”

Yoongi kicks another book.

“All I’ve been feeling, all my fucking life, was pain until you came”, Yoongi stops abruptly, inhaling shakily, “a-and he dares to question my feelings for you? He dares to say that, that i-it’s not real? That, t-that it’s only because I’m a-”, Yoongi stops talking, throwing his hand over his own mouth even if it is hard in his current state. 

“I know my prince, I know how betrayed and angry you feel, I feel the same”, you say, inching closer. 

“Stay where you are”, he warns, stumbling back.

But you don’t listen. 

“Please don’t come any closer”, he begs hiding away in the shadows.

But you reach for him. He flinches, but doesn’t fight you off. 

You cup his cheeks, eyes racing over his features.

“Don’t touch me, look away”, he chokes out, trying and failing to pull his head away, to hide his features, to become normal again.

“I love you”, you say, tracing the features which brought him so much misery in his life. And you do it with unyielding adoration.

Yoongi blinks, mouth slowly morphing back into his normal mouth. You smile, tracing his lips.

“I love you, Min Yoongi”, you repeat, caressing his cheeks.

The obsidian veins disappear from his skin as if your touch was magic. And to Yoongi it was. The only magic able to bring back harmony to his loud mind. 

“I love you”, you whisper, stepping closer just so you can kiss his lips. 

Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut, cupping your cheeks with shaking fingers. 

When you pull back and his eyes flutter open again, nothing but the endless depth of his dark brown eyes stare back at you. 

You smile, tracing the sensitive skin right underneath them.

“How are you?” you ask him.

Yoongi’s eyes race between yours, his fingers grasp your face.

“I love you”, he chokes out, “I love you with all my heart and every fucking inch of my soul. It’s not because I’m a-”, his lips tremble, “you know that, don’t you?”

“Yes, Yoongi I do. I wouldn’t mind if you’re a little obsessed with me, though. Quite frankly, I hope you are.”

He laughs, spilling tears. You wipe them away, smiling with him.

“I am”, he says, nodding his head. 

“Good. Because I’m obsessed with you too”, you say, “all of you. Every side of you.”

Painful embarrassment washes over his features. “I’m so sorry”, he croaks, hiding his face in the palms of his hands, “you were not supposed to see me like that. I’m so ugly.”

“Shut up, no you’re not”, you gasp, “I just told you that I’m obsessed with every side of you and I meant it!”

He shudders in an inaudible sob, growing smaller in an attempt to hide away.

“I'm sorry”, he croaks, “I'm sorry, I’m crying so much lately. I’m sorry I have so much going on, everything hurts me.”

“God Yoongi. Come here, my love. I’ll give you the best goddamn hug ever”, you say, pulling him in aggressively. Oh, you hug him as tightly as possible, as strongly as possible, as adoringly as possible. You need to squeeze every single ounce of self hatred out of his tiny little body. 

“I’m sorry”, he squeaks.

“Stop apologising. You can cry as much as you need to”, you assure him, swaying your bodies from side to side.

“I fucking hate emotions. They’re so much.”

“I know, but you’re not alone. You’ve got me and you’ve got Kookie. We’ll always be there for you when it gets too much.”

“I know”, he squeezes you, “I’m so grateful for you. Thank you so much.”

“Don’t. I do it gladly”, you whisper and pull him closer.

“Fuck”, he melts into you, “I’m so ugly, aren’t I?”

“Shut up! Don’t ever call yourself ugly again. You’re so beautiful”, you say, shaking him violently, “don’t do that. Hear me, my love?” you say through gritted teeth, apparently shaking him so well that Yoongi feels the need to begin squirming, making sounds of embarrassment as he does. They are a mixture of unsure giggles and little huffs of air. 

“Hear me?” you say, doing the unthinkable of picking him up. 

Yoongi full on whines, grasping your shoulders tightly.

“You’re pretty”, you say, bouncing him in your arms, “so freaking handsome.”

“Stop. Set me down”, Yoongi complains, kicking the air weakly. 

“Not before you tell me that you think that you’re handsome”, you warn, bouncing him again just so you can grip him better. Right under his butt, squishing up the flesh and holding his legs hostage.

“I’m handsome. Now let me down”, he says.

“Now say it as if you mean it.”

“I-I’m handsome”, he stutters.

“Good boy”, you praise, holding him for a little while longer.

“Let. Me. Down”, Yoongi stresses, wiggling like a panicky fish. His cheeks are burning up, aflame, properly flushed. His eyes can’t bear to look anywhere close your face.

“You’re so cute, my prince. And really light, I could carry you for hours.”

“Well don’t, set me down”, Yoongi stresses, kicking the air again.

“Uff fine”, you let out, dropping him without warning.

Yoongi lands clumsily, knees buckling so much that he falls into you.

“Gosh, you sweetie”, you chuckle, caressing his back.

“No”, Yoongi pushes himself off of you just to run to the other side of the room. Now pressed against the round window and with his hands pressed to his chest, he looks at you panickedly.

“Don’t run away, come here”, you say, closing the distance in big steps, “let me give you squishies.”

“Stay away, you’re weird”, he says, fighting you off by slapping your hands softly.

“No”, you say, burying your face in his neck, “you’re so handsome and I need you to remember this, always.”

“I, I will just don’t lift me again.”

“Did you like it?”

Silence for a second, then a whispered, “no, it’s weird.”

“Oh, you’re lying”, you say, giggling as you lift your head to gaze at him, “be honest, you love it when I push you around.”

He looks to the side, “shut up”, he murmurs.

“It’s because you’re tiny and cute”, you add, making him widen his eyes in shock.

“Shut up”, he whines, “what the hell is your problem?”

You cackle, caressing his waist.

“Don’t laugh like that”, Yoongi hisses, pressing himself against the cold window as tightly as possible.

“You’re so cute, oh my gosh”, you say, squishing yourself against him. You nuzzle your face into his neck, “I wanna eat you up”, you whisper, biting him gently.

He gasps then shudders with his entire body, knees growing weak and hands clutching your hips. His head falls against your shoulder completely defeated by gravity. His arms wind around your torso until your bodies are almost merged into one. And even then he squeezes you tighter to make sure that you were really here in his arms.

“You are so sweet”, you whisper, melting in his embrace.

“Do you think that he was right?” he asks quietly.

“No, he was being a cunt”, you say without hesitation, “you don’t suck at emotions and he should take a look at himself in my opinion. Because if someone has issues, then it’s him. Not you”, you assure him, “you do so much for everyone, even for him, and if he is too stubborn to see that then it’s his problem not yours.”

“You really think so?” he sounds unsure.

“Yes, I really think so”, you say. You run your fingers through his long hair and with it, sending his mind into a complete state of tranquillity, “don’t let his words get to you. I’m sure he is already regretting them now that he knows that despite all the shit he pulls, you still want to make the world better for him.”

“He makes it really hard. All I wanna do is help people and he always calls me a monster.”

“I know”, you squeeze, “fuck, I know. But it’s not true when he says that. You are not a monster and nobody thinks that you are.”

Yoongi nods his head in understanding.

“I’ll fix it, yeah? I’ll have a talk with him.”

“No, don’t.”

“Well, I want to. You’re my Yoongi and that means I’ll try to fix the shit that hurts you.”

Yoongi can’t even control the pout washing over his face while his brows furrow tightly. His chest tightens not uncomfortably but from utter gratefulness.

Maybe it’s not that bad that you found him. Maybe Yoongi is glad that he didn’t hide well enough. Maybe it is actually nice to be held and to know that he can share that awful pain in his chest. And maybe it is actually nice to know he can lean on you and maybe because of it, he doesn’t feel like crying anymore. 

“Thank you”, his voice is barely there and if he wasn’t hugging you so closely you probably would have missed it.

“Don’t. I mean it”, you tell him, craning your neck to kiss his forehead.

Yoongi closes his eyes. The kiss you just gave him lingers on his skin even long after you pull back. It keeps him warm and makes him decide that he loves forehead kisses so, so much.

“I love you, Yoongi love”, you whisper, swaying your bodies from side to side almost as if you were dancing.

Yoongi lets you guide him with his eyes closed and his body calming down more and more. He may have a lot of issues, but they don’t even feel important when you are holding him. He runs his hands to your upper back and presses your chest closer to his’. He can feel your heartbeat this way. The sensation is paradise to him. It truly is.

“I love you too”, he says so quietly that only you can hear him. It feels easy to say these words right now. Because you make it so godamn easy to love you. Yoongi tightens his arms around you and buries his nose in the warm of neck, “so much”, he adds. 

“Oh, my love”, you whisper, ruffling his hair. You won’t ever grow tired of hearing these wonderful words from him.

“Yoongi? Are you there? I- what the hell happened here?” the voice interrupting your silence rips Yoongi out of his comforting trance.

You both look at the door.

Jelena is standing in the threshold, staring at the ruined bookshelf.

“What did you do?” she asks, lowering her eyes in annoyance.

Yoongi picks you up just so he can set you aside. You huff out air. Stupid Jelena interrupting your sweet moment. You were so ready to hug him for the rest of the night.

“What do you need, Jelena?” Yoongi speaks without emotion in his voice, carrying his usual public frown on his face.

“I just returned from my research and wanted to share it with you. Did you do that?”

“No”, Yoongi lies perfectly, “this was already like that when we came here. What did you learn?”

“Are you changing the topic?”

Yoongi struts to her in big steps, “no, you’re imagining it.”

“Sure, I am”, she says, shaking her head in disbelief, “you’re cleaning this mess, I am telling you. If Meredith finds out that you destroyed her bookshelf, she’ll kill you.”

“Whatever. What did you learn?”

“Come, I’ll show you.”

“Wait! I’ll come with you” you call out, hurrying to Yoongi’s side. You grab his hand. He gives you a gentle squeeze instantly, pulling you closer to him as if it was instinct.

“You are okay, aren’t you?” Jelena asks, studying Yoongi’s face. She can notice the small glimmers of past tears on his lashes.

“I’m fine now”, he answers her, squeezing your hand again.

Jelena sneaks a glance at you and smiles knowingly.

“That’s good to hear. You know, Hale had a lot to say.”

“Yeah? What did he say?”

Jelena reaches into her bag and pulls out a book, placing it into Yoongi’s hand.

“He gave us one of his spell books as an amplifier.”

“That’s good. It’ll help a lot”, Yoongi says, handing the book back to her, “will he be with us for the locating spell tomorrow?”

“Yes and he’ll bring his husband too.”

“Mhm”, Yoongi glances at Jelena, “I didn’t know that they got married.”

“Yes, five years ago. Luka was the one who asked him.”

“That’s good. They deserve each other”, Yoongi says, drawing a small heart on your hand.

“Are Luke and Hale witches too?”

“Yes, they’ve been practicing magic for two hundred years?” Jelena glances at Yoongi.

“Mhm yeah around that much”, Yoongi says, “they’re experts in locating spells.”

“We’ll use the spell to finally track Namjoon, right?” you ask to which Yoongi nods his head.

“Yeah. Hopefully it’ll work. The updates Hale gave me until now always led to Namjoon having already fled the cities.”

“Yes, but with you here as an anchor we can track him as precisely as possible”, Jelena says.

“Yeah, right”, Yoongi agrees, slowing down his steps as you pass by the dining room. Everyone except for Sophie and Shirley (another witch who joined the coven with Sophie) was missing.

“It’s empty?” you say.

Sophie turns.

“Ah hello there”, she says, “the others are in the sitting room if you need them. The witches left for the market, yes the market. Why are you guys here?”

“I came back from Hale. Yoongi and I wanted to go over his spell book and prepare the ingredients for tomorrow’s locating spell.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful. We’ll join you. Right Shirley?”

“Yes, we’ll join you.”

“We should do it upstairs, Jelena”, Sophie says, “it’s better than staying in the mess outside.”

“What do you mean?” you ask.

“It’s a mess, I am telling you. Jimin is screaming at Taehyung in the garden. Look he even managed to cut both our hands”, she says and shows off the deep cut on her hand. 

Shirley shows off hers as well. They look done by a knife. 

Yoongi lowers his eyes at them, “that’s a precise cut.”

“Indeed”, Sophie agrees, “he had a knife.”

“A knife? Did he?” 

“Yes, yes either way”, Sophie places her hands on Jelena’s shoulders and pushes her gently, “we should do it in your room, it’s better than going outside.”

“Wait”, you say.

The witches and Yoongi look at you. You only look at Yoongi.

“Do you want to go looking for Tae while I talk with the others?” Yoongi asks with understanding in his voice.

You nod your head, “are you okay with that?”

“Of course”, he assures you, caressing the back of your head, “don’t go too far, yeah? I need you to be in ears’ length still”, he steps closer and presses his lips to you ear to whisper, “take this and throw it on the ground when something happens. Do not take your ring off.”

“What?” you whisper so only he can hear you, accepting the small flask of what looks like ash. You clutch it tightly in your hand.

“Don’t step out of the circle, yeah?” Yoongi whispers and straigtens up to look deep into your eyes. You are confused by his words, but don’t dare to ask him for clarification. You know Yoongi. There was a reason why he whispered the last part.  

“Y-yeah, yeah I won’t”, you say. 

“That’s my princess”, he praises and smiles. He gives your cheek a soft caress and steps back, “be careful, love.”

“I will”, you promise him, “I’ll see you later.”

“Mhm yeah.”

And with that you abandon Yoongi and the witches on the staircase, hurrying to the kitchen. You open your palm when you are sure that you are alone. 

“What did he mean by all of that?” you wonder out loud in a murmur, inspecting the flask. It is made of translucent glass, showcasing a black powder. It must be of magical nature. Yoongi told you to throw it on the ground and not to step out of the circle. Does it mean that this powder will form a circle once thrown on the ground? And will it protect you? It must be that. Yoongi only tells you to do certain things if they meant your safety. 

You close your palm and take a deep breath. You have to stay calm. For now, you aren’t in danger. Yoongi would have reacted differently if you were and he wouldn’t have let you run off alone. Whatever he just gave you must be a precaution. Perhaps to you wanting to talk to Taehyung and Jimin. It would make sense why he told you to not take off your ring. 

“Okay, I’m calm. As long as I have this and my ring, I’m fine”, you say and decide to continue your journey. It isn’t far anymore.

You run into someone as you leave for outside. 

“Oh? Oops”, you stumble and look up, “Jimin?”

“Outta my way.”

“Hey”, you stop him by his wrist before he can leave, “where’s Tae?”

“Outside, fountain. Let me go.”

“No. I know what you did to him. You’re not running away now”, you say, pushing him back until he stumbles outside with his back facing the terrace.

“Huh?” he lets out, tilting his head to the side in confusion.

“You’re not gonna fuck him up again and then ditch. Fucking own up to your mistakes”, you spit, pushing him again.

“What the fuck are you saying?”

“Also? The things you said to Yoongi about him only being with me because he’s a Glutton? I need you to apologise for them. You know, just like everyone here, that Yoongi loves me honestly and deeply, so don’t you dare say that again. He does so much, so be fucking grateful”, you say and grip his wrist tightly. You tug him with you, “now follow me. Where is Tae?”

“Fountain, I said so”, Jimin says, stumbling after you, “hey, let go of me. What are you doing?”

“I also want you to clear up the lies you told Tae. You fucking bastard won’t get outta this situation by making me the villain. You messed up, so fucking own up to it. You can’t expect Yoongi to own up to his shit, but then you do nothing to better yourself.”

“You are literally so confusing right now”, Jimin says, stumbling after you.

You ignore him, looking for Taehyung.

“Taehyung?” you call out.

No answer.

“Where are you? Please answer me”, you try again, walking to the fountain.

No answer, just the gurgling of the water.

“Taehy- oh there you are”, you had almost fallen over him as you crossed the corner, “hey, what are you doing here sitting in the dark and on the cold ground?”

He lifts his head, furrowing his brows in confusion.

“What are you doing here?” he asks.

“I heard what Jimin did, so I brought him here to apologise”, you say, gripping the latter by his shoulders and shoving him in front of you.

Taehyung and Jimin exchange a confused look.

“What is she talking about, Mimi?”

“You tell me”, Jimin says.

“Huh?” you poke your head past Jimin’s arm, “stop acting confused. You yelled at Tae, didn’t you?”

“What?” Jimin lets out and snorts.

Taehyung breaks into laughter as well.

You look at them, “why are you laughing?”

“He didn’t yell at me”, Taehyung says, wiping tears from his eyes, “we merely talked and then Jimin left to get some wine.”

“I don’t know who told you that, but we’re good sweetheart”, Jimin says and snickers.

They both do and somehow it annoys you.

“What’s so funny?” you hiss at them, stomping your foot loudly.

Taehyung stops laughing, looking up at you with widened eyes. Jimin still continues, but stops soon after when you slap his arm hard enough that it hurts.

“Ah”, he gasps, rubbing the spot.

“You two piss me off lately”, you spit.

“Me? Why me?” Taehyung gasps.

“Because you’re acting like an idiot.”

“Huh?” Taehyung lets out, widening his eyes further.

“Yeah, you heard me”, you say and slam your hand down on Jimin’s shoulder, “stay. You’re not running away.”

“But-”, Jimin doesn’t get to finish his complaint and you have already forced him to his knees. Jimin falls onto his butt with a low grunt, wobbling so hard he falls into Taehyung’s side. The latter catches him by throwing his arm over his shoulder. They both stare up at you with widened eyes afterwards, looking utterly and truly flabbergasted.

“This is as much your conversation as it is Tae’s. So stay”, you say, “actually you know what? Imma start with you either way. You’re a dick.”

“Thanks.”

“You know damn well that Yoongi’s the only person who can actually save your ass if Namjoon ever finds out you’re alive. I also know that that’s the main reason why you two idiots are still here even if you are too proud to admit it.”

They both lower their eyes.

“Look at me”, you order them and somehow they are so surprised by your harsh tone that they actually follow, “clearly you have your own packages to heal from and I won’t ever invalidate the trauma you had to live through and I genuinely wish for you to heal from it, but I won’t allow you acting like an ass because of it. You are going to apologise to Yoongi and you are finally going to tell Taehyung the truth about what happened at the club.”

Taehyung glances at Jimin.

“Are we clear, Park Jimin?” you spit.

“And if I don’t?”

“Do you wanna find out how I am when I’m actually angry?” you warn, taking a small step closer.

Jimin presses his back against the fountain as inconspicuously as possible.

“It’s alright, darling. I’m not angry that you lied. I understand why you did it”, Taehyung assures you and tries to hold your hand. Your dark eyes flit to him, darkening even more. He gulps, pulling his hand away again.

“You’re a naïve idiot if you really think that I could actually lie like this”, you say, “no. You know what? You piss me off”, you add in a harsher voice, “there. I said it. Ever since Jimin is back you are acting like a literal idiot.”

“Rude”, Jimin says.

“Shut up, it’s not your turn.”

“So can I leave?”

“Does this look like this kind of situation?” you throw back, “I don’t think so. You are leaving when I tell you that you can.”

“Fuck. Fine”, Jimin mumbles, looking to the side.

You look back at Taehyung, who looks both scared and highly impressed by you.

“I know that Jimin is your best friend and I really don’t want to portray him as a complete asshole because I know that he has his reasons for being the way he is, which by the way no excuse”, you add the last part solely for Jimin to hear, sending him a look.

He retorts it with a scoff.

“But you seriously have to stop giving him so much power over you”, you address Taehyung again, “ever since he’s back, you stopped thinking for yourself. And I know I’m sure you just want to impress your best friend because you missed him a lot, but I get the feeling that you are dancing on the border of giving yourself up for him and I can’t allow that to happen, Tae.”

“I kinda feel so attacked right now”, Jimin murmurs.

“Good. This is supposed to hurt, maybe you’ll finally get it together then”, you throw at him and look at Taehyung, “I know that you are confident and that you are proud of your morals and your beliefs. And seeing you give up that part of yourself again is worrying to watch.”

“I’m not giving myself up. Why are you saying this? You are just trying to find a reason to exclude Jimin, aren’t you? That is why you are making this up.”

“No, I’m not. Contrary to popular belief, I don’t want to exclude anyone. I just worry about you. You have to admit that Jimin is playing with you. And that he’s one major asshole.”

“Rude?” Jimin gasps.

“But true”, you say, “sit your ass down”, you say, pushing him back down as he tries to get up. You keep your hand on his shoulder tightly, “you are going to hear what I have to say.”

Your eyes shift to Taehyung. He knows that it’s his turn to speak.

“He isn’t playing me.”

“I truly think that he is. I’m hoping that his intentions for you are of no evil nature, because I can see that you really love him, but I still think that he uses certain tricks to make sure you would always stay with him. And that’s shitty of him to do and it isn’t healthy, Tae. Not one bit.”

“I can literally hear you”, Jimin hisses.

“Good. That’s the fucking point, you walnut”, you throw back, letting go of his shoulder and crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“And now tell me. Which tricks should that be?” Taehyung sounds just slightly angry again.

“When he lied to you about the night at the club for example. He knew that we were fighting and twisted the story so I would look as if I wanted to break you and him apart.”

“Well, what else were you attempting to do?”

“Taehyung”, you spit with honest anger in your voice, “stop doing that. Why would I lie to you like that? Why would I wait days to drop this supposed lie? If I really wanted Jimin gone, I could have told you the moment we left that club bathroom, but I didn’t. I literally threw up because I was so scared of turning into a Glutton and yet, yet you believed his lies. And now you still want to continue to call me a liar?”

Taehyung gawks at you.

“I am hurt”, you finally speak your truth, “you hurt me and I’m tired of glossing this over. You call me a liar and accuse me of manipulating you when you know damn well that you are best friends with the biggest manipulator ever. You push me away over and over again, act like a childish fuckboy with your asshole friends and you almost killed me when we fucked and proceeded to get angry at me when I told you that I don’t want to blood share anymore, reducing me to nothing more than just your blood bag. And yet you deem it unnecessary to show any sort of remorse.”

“But that’s not true! I am remorseful”, he insists, touching his own chest, “it has been eating me up alive and I can barely even look at you without feeling sick in guilt. Please believe me, I didn’t want to turn you into a blood bag or go too far that night and, and I am sorry. Please believe me, my darling.”

“Stop that”, you silence him, “for once I want you to be truthful too. You are always saying all these beautiful poetic words and yet I haven’t seen any actions lately.”

Taehyung closes his mouth.

“You should have apologised once you found out how much you hurt me. I don’t blame you for losing control, because we were both reckless idiots. But to get no apology from you even after you found out how far you went hurts me, but what hurts me most is that you would believe Jimin over me.”

You bite down your tears, because this was not the time to tear up.

“I’m hurt by you, Taehyung. The only reason Jimin, and you for that matter, is still alive is because of me. It’s because I told Yoongi not to kill him. Time and time, I’m the one keeping Yoongi at bay even if sometimes I wanna give him the fucking go. Without me, you guys would both be dead already. I want you to stay with me and I fucking want you to keep your best friend. Do you hear me?”

Taehyung nods his head, avoiding eye contact.

“And it hurts me that you think that lowly of me and that you find it unnecessary to apologise for how you acted lately. And if you are going to continue to behave this way, you are going to lose me. And it’s not going to be because I chose Yoongi, but because you messed it up.”

Taehyung lowers his head. Jimin stares at him then at you.

“And this goes for you too. If you keep acting like such an asshole, you are going to bring me to the point where I won’t stop Yoongi anymore. He can very well kill you for all I care. And it’s going to be because of you, because you kept acting like a fucking cunt even after all the chances we gave you.”

Jimin looks away and touches the side of his neck. He doesn’t say anything, which meant a lot with him.

Silence. It feels suffocating, but you stand your ground. You said what you wanted to say and it’s making you so nervous that you feel sick to the stomach. You don’t let it show. They had to know and while it’s making you sick, you had to finally stand up for yourself.

Taehyung is the one to break the silence.

“I’m sorry”, he says and for the first time in a long time his voice finally sounds honest. He looks into your eyes, “I’m sorry.”

You listen with your eyes racing between his’.

“I don’t want to lose you and I am sorry, but for that to truly sound honest, I have to reevaluate myself, don’t I?” he furrows his brows, “how unfair of me to expect of you to care for me when I haven’t shown you any remorse for what I did. You are right, I should have apologised the second I found out what I had done and yet I was too proud to do so.”

He lowers his eyes.

“I stubbornly went up against Yoongi to defend my pride instead of redeeming myself to the person I actually hurt”, he looks into your eyes, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for hurting you and for calling you a liar and for treating you as if you were my property. You aren’t my property. I don’t owe you, I have the privilege to be with you because you want me to be with you and I don’t want to ruin this.”

He kneels and reaches for your hands. You allow him to hold them.

“You don’t have to believe my words, but I want to do better from now on”, he says, caressing your knuckles, “I won’t ever take your blood again and I will only feed you my own when you ask me to do so or if you are hurt unbearably.”

“Do you mean that?”

“Yes. Yes, I do. From the bottom of my wicked, twisted heart I do.”

You laugh softly, painting a small smile to his lips.

“So please may I have one more chance to fix what I broke?” he asks, resting his forehead on your hands.

“I think”, you begin, “I think I can give you one more chance, but if I realise that all those things you just said are nothing but beautiful, yet empty, words again, I will leave.”

“I know I just…I just…just…”

Taehyung’s eyes roll back then his body goes slack and falls against you.

“Taehyung?” you ask him, “are you alright?”

He doesn’t answer you, lying still against you with all his weight.

“Tae?” panic fills your voice, “Tae?” you try again, cupping his cheek.

What is happening? Did he just pass out?

“Taehyung?” you squad down, gasping loudly when this makes his body slip from you and almost fall to the ground violently.

You catch his head before that can happen, making sure to place it on the stone most carefully.

“Taehyung? Hey, Tae!” you shake him by his shoulders, “what the hell are you doing?”

Nothing.

You check for a pulse first in instinct until you realised and checked for his breath instead. It was so slow that it was almost nonexistent.

“Tae?” you try again, touching his face.

It is ice cold. Despite being filled with warmth just seconds ago, it feels colder than ice now.

“Taehyung? It’s not funny anymore. What are you doing?”

You laugh in fear, shaking him again.

“Please wake up.”

You sneak a glance at Jimin. He is lying on the ground on his side and his legs bend into an unnatural position. As if his body collapsed like a lifeless ragdoll.

“Jimin?” you gasp, turning him around carefully.

His eyes are closed, his skin feels colder than ice.

“Jimin? What the hell? Why, why are you passed out too?” you shake him by his shoulders, “Jimin? Hey! Wake up, you dick!”

You know that it is fruitless. Jimin is just as lifeless as Taehyung.

“Tae?” you try him one last time, but when he doesn’t budge no matter how hard you shake him or how loudly you call his name, you decide to get help.

“Shit”, you press out, “what the hell is happening?”

You have to get to the others, make sure they are okay and ask them for help if they are. Quick! There is no time to spare! You have to run.

“I’ll be back”, you tell them and with wobbly knees you stumble to your feet, running up the path as quickly as the dark night allows you to.

The lights in the sitting room are still burning. Good. That means the others are still inside.

“Guys!” you break through the door. They are still sitting on the sofas, having their head turned away from you, “guys, please help me. Tae and Jimin are passed out and I can’t get them to wake up and I don’t know what-”

You stop, screaming up in shock upon finding your friends just as lifeless as Taehyung and Jimin. Jungkook has fallen off the sofa, now lying on the floor with his drink spilled all over his unmoving chest. Hoseok’s head has fallen against the headrest in an unnatural position and Seokjin’s body is slacking to the side while his eyes are open yet unmoving. Emma has fallen face first on Seokjin’s lap, head turned uncomfortably.

“Seokjin?” you try him as he looked to be the most awake.

You have to realise that this was just an illusion. His skin was just as cold and his breathing was just as miniscule. His eyes were grey, vast of his pupils or irises.

“Holy fuck”, you gasp, “what the hell is that? Seokjin?”

He slacks to the front as a reaction to you trying to lift his head. His glass slips from his fingers and falls on the floor, spilling the liquid all over your feet.

“No”, you stumble back, “nonono what, what’s wrong with you guys?” you press out shakily, “guys, please wake up.”

They stay still. Quiet. Unresponsive. Almost dead.

You turn with panic in your stomach to find the one person who will help. The one person who always knows what to do. The one person who is strong enough to fight everything.

Yoongi.

You have to find Yoongi.

He will help. He will save the others. Once you are with him, everything will be alright again.

“Yoongi!” you scream into the nothingness, “Yoongi, where are you? Please answer me!”

You stumble through every room on the ground floor first, calling out your hero’s name over and over again.

“Please Yoongi, I need you!”

Upstairs. That’s where Jelena’s room is. The stairs are hard to take now that you can barely see in fear.

“Yoongi, where are you!? I need you! The others need you!”

Faster. You have to be faster.

“I need you! Please!”

He appears then. Stumbling out of a room upon hearing your pleading voice.

“Yoongi! Oh Yoongi”, you call out and begin sobbing in pure gratefulness, “oh Yoongi, you are finally here. Please help me, the others are all passed out. Their skin is cold and Seokjin’s eyes are grey. I don’t know what is happening! Please help me!”

Yoongi turns to you, looking at you with big eyes.

“Yoongi, I’m so scared. I don’t know what is happening.”

He stumbles again, lifting his arms as if he wanted to reach for you.

You stop running.

“Yoongi?”

“Run.”

His eyes roll back and his legs lose their strength.

“Yoongi! No!”

You try to catch him with outstretched arms, but too late. He falls to the ground like a lifeless doll, hitting his head on the hardwood floor.

“Yoongi”, you can barely feel how you scrape your knees upon falling to catch him, “Yoongi please”, you beg, lifting his head on top of your lap.

He looks at you with grey eyes. They move as if they have forgotten how to find focus, how to see. Is that it? Is the greyness in them blinding him?

“Yoongi, can you see me?”

“Prin…cess…”

“Yes, Yoongi? Yes?” you ask hopefully.

“Your…mind….”

“What’s with it? Yoongi, please stay with me.”

“…trust…”

His head rolls to the side and his lips part never to be used again. His eyes finally fall closed.

“Yoongi?” you shake him gently, “what’s with my mind? Who should I trust? Yoongi, please answer me”, you beg, cupping his cheeks.

His skin is colder than ice.

“What is happening to you? Oh god, Yoongi please wake up.”

His breathing is stronger than that of the others, but it is still barely there.

“Yoongi, please wake up please. I don’t know what is happening. Please I need you”, you beg, sobbing softly, “I’m so lost without you, please Yoongi please wake up.”

You shake him softly, cup his cheek, wipe your tears falling on his forehead.

“Please wake up”, you whisper.

But Yoongi doesn’t wake up. He has left you in the uncertainty, in your fear and your inability to solve whatever was haunting you.

“Yoongi, oh Yoongi”, you sob, leaning down to kiss his forehead, “please Yoongi help me. Please I don’t know what to do.”

“___?”

You lift your head upon hearing a voice.

“Suzy!” you call out, “oh Suzy please help me. Yoongi. He is passed out and, and I can’t get him to wake up. His skin is so cold. And the others! The others are downstairs, looking just the same!”

Suzy hurries to you and kneels down. She touches Yoongi’s face.

“Oh no”, she murmurs, “oh no so she has truly done it.”

“Done what?”

“Jelena she…oh ___ I have to confess something to you.”

“What? Just tell me, please just save them.”

“There are people in our coven, who hate Yoongi’s kind. Vampires. They despise them and I believe that they activated the device which we created to capture Namjoon.”

“Are you sure? But they are all passed out. How strong is this device?”

“I’m not sure, they must have used something to strengthen it, so that their magic would reach all the vampires.”

“What is happening to them?”

“They are most definitely dying.”

“What?” your heart shatters, “what? no”, your voice barely comes out audible, “please Suzy, you have to stop it. Please.”

“Come with me”, she says and takes your hand, “I will see what I can do.”

“Thank you, oh thank you so very much.”

And so you run, run and run with Suzy by your side. You are still frightened, terribly scared, but there is hope in your heart as well. Suzy is strong. She is wise. She knows what has to be done to safe your family. She will help you.

Suzy guides you over the lawn to the place where you watched them work all those long days in the estate.

“You were right”, you say, “there are lights burning inside.”

“I fear I was”, Suzy says with hurry in her voice, “we have to be fast, I fear that we don’t have much time.”

“Oh Suzy, please tell me that you can fix this.”

“I will try, I promise you.”

The shed is abandoned, but just as Suzy feared, the device was on. It is glowing, screeching menacingly.

“It’s so loud”, you gasp, covering your ears.

“I fear it is almost too much. The magic is too strong. Oh ___ this is worse than I imagined it to be”, she calls out to you in your thoughts for speaking normally was impossible in the screeching noise.

“Worse? What do you mean worse?”

“I fear that it is close to exploding and if that happens, every vampire along this coast is going to die.”

“What? But this is awful. How do we stop it?”

Suzy looks around the shed for a moment. She stops and squats down, picking up something glistening.

She turns to you, carrying a knife between her shaking fingers. The silver blade was covered in blood.

“What’s that?” you ask her, running to her.

“This is not good. Jelena must have used blood magic to active the device.”

“Blood magic?”

“Yes. That is why it is so powerful because Jelena fuelled it with her blood. Her hatred filled blood is running through the machine and giving it its power.”

“This is possible?”

“Yes, as long as the device is fuelled by her blood, as long as Jelena is alive, it will fill with magic until it finally bursts.”

“So Jelena ran to make sure that we wouldn’t put an end to her.”

“Exactly.”

“So how do we stop it?” you ask because you have no knowledge of magic and its working ways.

“By giving it another person’s blood.”

“Another person’s blood?”

“Yes. Someone who was wronged by vampires as well, someone who has to blame vampires for their nightmares, someone deeply hurt by them. Maybe even someone who almost lost their life through the hands of vampires. We need someone with reasons to hate them. Someone who can give the device its fuel, but who will use the power to control it for good reasons.”

“So if someone who had bad experiences with vampires fills the device with blood they can control it?”

“Yes exactly.”

“I could do it. I almost got killed by Namjoon, my nightmares are still filled with the night of it. I have bad memories with vampires.”

“You would do such a thing?”

“Yes”, you grab the knife, “yes if it means that I can save my family and all those innocent vampires living here, I will do it.”

Suzy smiles and lets go of the knife.

“Then act hastily. We don’t have much time.”

You run to the device, biting down the pain in your ears for the sake of saving everyone. You can’t be bothered to care about yourself. Not when so many lives are at stake. Not when you are so close to losing your family.

You lift the knife, connecting the blade with your palm. You just have to cut yourself, let the blood trickle over the device. Just like Jelena did it.

Jelena who moments ago was with Yoongi.

Jelena who so very clearly cares about the wellbeing of your friends.

Jelena who somehow managed to find a lie good enough to convince Yoongi she needed to leave.

Jelena who ran and abandoned the one device which could bring her victory.

Jelena who was intelligent enough to make up such a plan, but then forgot to grab the one thing which could expose her ways.

Jelena who was somewhere else mere moments ago and didn’t pass you as you were talking to Taehyung.

You eye the knife.

Why would she leave the knife behind? She must have known that the others would run for the device the moment your friends began collapsing. She must have known that someone would find it and connect the dots. And why are all the other witches gone as if someone or something was holding them hostage? Why is Suzy the only witch, who escaped this invisible force?

“What are you waiting for? We don’t have time”, Suzy calls out.

“What if it doesn’t work? Why would Jelena drop the knife if she knew you would figure her out?”

“Perhaps she left in a hurry and dropped it on accident.”

You look back at the device. You press the blade closer.

“Yes, cut yourself. Yes just one cut. One drop of blood is all it needs.”

Princess. Your mind. Trust.

Yoongi’s words are whispering to you again.

Princess. Your mind. Trust.

Why did he tell you that? What does it mean?

“Do it! We don’t have much time! Give it your blood!”

Princess…trust…your mind.

That is what he wanted to tell you. You should trust your own mind. Your own thoughts. You should trust in what you are thinking.

“What are you waiting for?” Suzy spits and grips your wrist tightly, “cut your palm already.”

You look at her and the anger in her eyes.

“Are you sure that Jelena activated the device?” you ask her.

“Of course she did, who else should have done it?” he hisses, lifting her hand to grab for the knife.

Your eyes flit to the white bandages around her palm.

“Suzy, your hand. Why is it bandaged?” you gasp.

“That?” she doesn’t even look at it, “I cut myself last night when I was trying to make dinner.”

You know for a fact that she didn’t have those bandages last night. Or all of today. You are also sure that she didn’t have those bandages when she magically disappeared to get more wine, never to return. Sophie and Shirley had the same cuts. And once Yoongi saw them, he made sure to give you this magical ash. 

Princess, trust your mind.

Jelena didn’t activate this device. Suzy did. Her blood is feeding it, her blood is giving it life. You stay silent with your thoughts, knowing that if you didn’t, she would kill you to get to her goal. The knife was still in your hold for now. You still had the upper hand.

Her blood is giving it life, her blood is going to kill your family.

And only her death is going to stop it.

You scream and cut deep.

You cut deep into Suzy’s chest until you feel your fingers touch the bleeding flesh of her dying body and you can feel her last breath swirl over your face.

“You bitch”, she chokes out and falls.

She coughs out blood the moment she hits the ground. The knife was still lodged in her chest. One cough. Two coughs. Three coughs. Blood covers her face. Her body stops spasming. Stiffness. Eyes half rolled back and soaked ruby from the coughed up blood.

The device stops screeching.

Its glow dies down.

“___?” just seconds later you hear your name being called out by Jungkook.

“Holy fuck, what happened?” Hoseok.

“___ are you okay?” Seokjin.

“Fucking hell, so you were right”, Jimin.

“My sweetest, oh my sweetest are you alright?” Taehyung.

You fall into a chest, get arms wrapped around you.

But you barely feel it.

You barely feel anything.

You should feel too much. Joy over saving them, disgust over having blood on your skin, horror over the dead body, shock, anger, heartbreak, shame.

But you feel nothing.

Not one thing.

Nothing.

“Get her out of here. I’ll take care of it”, Yoongi.

He is back.

You saved them all and yet you feel nothing.

[jaehyunsprincesspeach]

awh!!! the love at first sight is too cute that i had to request a little something...

anyways, you know this like trope (does it even count as one?), where like person A keeps on dreaming / thinking this particular "imaginary" person not knowing that that person actually exist?!? and then they just like run into them at somewhere where there isn't much time to like plan i guess? example, person A is about to miss the last train or something when they just walk past this person and be like, wait a minute, isn't that person who i kept dreaming / thinking about??? :0 and then person B is just confused cause why is person A acting like they've met before ykwim? so like that but it's the scenario where skz members keeps dreaming/ thinking about this person they don't even know existed and then actually running into them one day in a really "rushed" scenario lol

so so sorry for the lengthy word vomit, i got carried away :( and remember to take your time and take veryyyy good care of yourself otherwise i'll hunt you down >:( /hj

i’m obsessed with this !! thank you so much for the request , i’m sorry it took so long but I hope you enjoy !!

apologies in advance, this is a bit lengthy, but i hope it fits each member !! feedback is always appreciated 🤍

all the love ~ lunar

Am I Dreaming?

skz ot8 x reader

warnings : super fluff

scenario: he can’t stop thinking about you, and the worst part is, he doesn’t even know if you truly exist. with the number if people he sees everyday, its hard to remember names or faces, but out of nowhere, you appeared in his dreams. weeks have gone by, and you are there every night, a face without a name, without a voice, still, a face that he longs to meet. a face that he longs to memorize and learn more about. a face of someone he thinks would change his life, if you truly exist. for weeks, you are in his dreams, to the point that now wherever he goes, he looks for you. in crowded rooms, in quiet coffee shops, even in the crowds at his concerts, he’s always looking for you. after a few months his hope slowly drifts away, leading him to believe you are simply part of his imagination. one random day, he’s rushing around with the rest of his team, Stray Kids, trying to get through the crowd of fans outside of their show, and back to their hotel. fans swarmed the front doors of the hotel, and they are pushed inside, where you are waiting to simply leave for a meal, which proves to be impossible with the number of screaming fans outside. how you managed to book a room at the same hotel as Stray Kids is a shock to you, but seeing what they are going through right now, you quietly sit in the lobby, not wanting to make them more stressed than they already must be. finally, the group manages to burst through the doors, practically stumbling through the lobby, as the hotel security does their best to keep the fans outside. that’s when he sees you.

Bang Chan

Chan would be counting his children, when he sees you sitting in the lobby. you are reading something on your phone, trying to ignore the curiosity of the commotion that is unfolding right in front of you. he would finish what he needed to do before approaching you, shyness evident in every movement, but confident enough to approach a complete stranger.

“excuse me, im sorry to interrupt you, but have we met before? this may be weird, you just look very familiar…” he would say, trying not to startle you, or make you uncomfortable.

“I dont think we have… im y/n.” you say with a gentle smile.

its the smile that makes him realize you are the person from his dreams. he would introduce himself, and try to have a conversation with you, before being pulled away. before he leaves, he would make sure to get your phone number, saying that he would love to get to know you more over a cup of coffee. i feel like he would want to text you right away, but he waits till a few hours passed before asking for your room number, emphasizing that its not what you think it is, but five minutes later there is a knock at the door, and when you open it, you are greeted with chocolate covered strawberries, and a note that says “surprise, I hope you enjoy, can’t wait to talk with you more”. I think it’s safe to say, you were swept off your feet immediately, even after the rather rushed introductions.

Lee Know

oh goodness, this man is upset. he loves his fans with his entire heart, but after a long day, he wants to simply enjoy a quiet area, reading a book that he has been putting off for a while now. when he stumbles through the door, he keeps his composure very well, though it is evident that he is not in the greatest mood with all of the commotion that he just had to make his way through. he sees you as Chan is doing a head count, making sure that everyone is accounted for, and he simply cannot take his eyes away from you. I don't think he would approach you right away, but when you catch him staring, and give him a smile, he might finally walk over and start talking.

"Im sorry, I don't mean to stare, you just look really familiar."

"That's okay, im y/n"

the two of you would have a very light conversation, mostly him explaining what was happening outside, and what all the commotion is, and then Chan would drag him away. Lee Know would ask the person at the front desk to send chocolates or some sort of dessert to your room, with a note that tells you to meet in a specific area of the lobby to talk some more. hes really not sure what this feeling is, but he simply cannot bring himself to stay away from you. from the first interaction, he wants to talk with you for as long as he possibly can, even if he has to risk getting into trouble.

Changbin

Changbin would simply stop functioning the second he sees you, but contrary to Lee Know, I think he would approach you rather quickly. he knows you are the person he has been dreaming about, but he doesn't want to come off as weird, so he would gently ask if he has met you before.

"excuse me, have we met before?"

"I don't think so, but im y/n! its nice to meet you!"

he wouldn't have too much trouble, and lucky for him, he happened to be wearing a shirt that accentuated his muscles (hehehe hes totally trying to flex without being obvious about it). rather than being dragged away, he would ask why you're in the lobby in the first place, and would offer to escort you wherever you are going. when he finds out you are trying to go get food, he immediately takes you to the concierge to order, and goes on his way, leaving with your number of course.

Hyunjin

Hyunjin gets so nervous omg !! you would catch his eye, and he would just stare at you for a minute trying to connect the dots. when he does, he refuses to make eye contact, though you've already caught him staring. you would probably have to initiate any sort of conversation with him, but once the two of you start talking, he would get even more nervous.

"are you okay? your cheeks are flushed.."

"y-yeah im fine, just feels like we've met before..."

"i don't think we have, but maybe in a past life"

the two of you would start talking about theories about past lives before Chan walks over and pulls Hyunjin out of the conversation. he would ask for your number very shyly, but would spend the rest of the night texting with you about anything and everything (cute !!)

Han

Han completely stops functioning, but unlike Changbin, he wouldnt approach you at all. he would be a nervous wreck the entire time, even after you start a conversation with him, cause honestly you would have to approach him first.

"are you okay? youre staring quite a bit..."

"y-yeah"

"are you sure?"

"y-yeah"

poor baby, he really doesnt know what to do.... Chan has to literally drag him away… once he comes to terms with everything he would probably freak out about not getting your number and totally embarrassing himself… creds to Channie for getting your contact info for him, cause if not he probably would have never had the chance to speak to you again…

Felix

Felix would have no issues walking up to you. he’s sociable, but there’s no doubt that he’s nervous !! he does a fairly good job at hiding it, but the blush that dusts his cheeks, and the shy tone he speaks with totally gives it away…

“hi, i’m so sorry to bother you, but could you tell me your name? i feel like we’ve met before…”

“i don’t believe we have, but im y/n!”

please give him a gentle smile, it’ll warm his heart and calm his nerves a little bit. honestly he might not approach you immediately, as he wouldn’t want to bother you in any way, but once he decides, he sticks to it, and carries out a very gentle conversation, ending up with your number before anyone has the chance to pull him away. 100% sends you some sort of dessert with a super sweet message on it, while texting you for the rest of the night.

Seungmin

when Seungmin sees you, he would be so shocked … like big puppy eyes activated, as he tries to remember where he has seen you before. once he finally makes the connection, he would approach you. on the outside he looks confident, but honestly he’s freaking out on the inside.

“hi, this might sound weird but i think ive seen you before… can you tell me your name?”

“oh, i’m y/n! i don’t think we’ve met before though…”

he would want to get as much information about you in the short time that he has, and wouldn’t have any troubles asking for your number, but as soon as he walks away, his breath becomes heavy like he was holding it the entire time… fake it till you make it right ?

I.N.

sweet baby angel would NOT approach you. he would pull one of his hyungs aside and point you out like “hyung, she’s the girl that’s i’ve been dreaming about!” would do his best not to stare but he just finds you so mesmerizing. whoever he pulled aside would probably be the one to walk up to you first.

“hi, my friend over there thinks he knows you from somewhere … could we get your name by chance?”

“my name? y/n… but why doesn’t he come talk to me if he thinks he knows me?”

with that, his hyung would convince him to go talk to you, and as nervous and shy as he might be, the two of you would hit it off pretty well !! as he gets more comfortable, before being pulled away, he would get your contact info. i think like Chan he would wait a little bit before messaging you, so that he doesn’t come off as weird or anything like that, but the two of you would talk about literally anything and everything for the rest of the night !!

[hollowwrites]

Blindsided

Part 8

Ominis x MC

Summary - Evelyn experiences one of Ominis nightmares, first hand.

I’m trying to get some sweetness back to this fic but it seems when I wrote down my rough timeline for everything I was in a horrible mood and now these two babes must suffer for it

We are getting back on the cute train after this I PROMISE

Again feel free to swap Evelyn for MC or Y/N

Warnings - mentions of pain, details of pain, Crucio, scarring, All character aged up 18+

Word Count - 2551

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Evelyns eyes fluttered open quickly from her slumber for a multitude of reasons.

Firstly, the duvet she had placed so strategically around her had betrayed her in the night leaving her body completely exposed to the cold winter air. Her hands remained covered but that was only because she clung to them so desperately.

Secondly, she became increasingly more aware of breathing somewhere in her room. As her eyes acclimatised to the darkness, the breathing became more ragged. She blinked away the shroud of sleep that threatened to pull her back down to the pillows and pulled herself up out of the bed. As her legs swung to the side, they bumped against a figure lying across the foot of the bed and sitting in her armchair.

Ominis.

He sat, still in his clothes from the day before, a book splayed across his lap and wand still in hand. His head rested against his own shoulder uncomfortably and she watched as his chest rose and fell faster than it should have been.

The breathing that woke her erupted from his chest once more, this time accompanied by a lethargic groan. His head twitched inhumanly as his breathing got faster and faster.

Evelyn shuffled closer to him, eventually kneeling down by his side. She pried his wand from his hand with some difficulty. The whites of his knuckles showing the strain of how he gripped the wand. Once she’d squeezed her fingers between his and released the wand another twitch burst from the sleeping Gaunt.

“Ominis?” She took his hand in hers giving a gently but firm squeeze

“Wake up, Ominis. You’re having a-ah” she felt him squeeze her hand back slightly harder than she would expect. His eyes shot open and his glazed over irises stared through her.

“O-Ominis?” He squeezed harder. Bones now bunched closer together, her fingertips going slightly numb. She brought her free hand to his chest, pushing harshly against him.

“Ominis. You’re hurting me.” She tried to not sound as though she was on the verge of tears.

“No” he finally replied, his voice raspy from sleep and anger. He grasped at her other wrist bringing them both forward and pulling her up off the floor. “I would never hurt her”

“Ominis please. You’re awake…ah…stop” she whimpered under the incredible strength around her. She contemplated screaming for Sebastian just to physically get him off her. She knew he didn’t mean it but…merlin. If it weren’t for the Crucio she had endured twice, this would be the most pain she had ever been in.

Suddenly, he let go, almost throwing her across the room. If he had held on to any other part of her, he would have succeeded. Her wrists flopped down to her lap, and she fell back against the side of her bed. The rush of blood to her hands stung, causing her to limply clamp her hands around themselves to control the sudden flow of blood. She let out an involuntary hiss though her teeth from the pain and she felt Ominis move to beside her. She chanced a glance in his direction and immediately regretted it.

He looked…awful.

Tears stained his red pocked cheeks, the flow of which hadn’t long ceased. His brows were a straight hard line across his features, nose scrunched in disgust and his mouth hung open and close as though he fought with himself with what to say.

“It’s okay” She reached out a shaky pained hand to cup his cheek and he leaned ever so slightly into it. She whimpered quietly causing him to retreat but she pushed the pads of her fingertips into his hairline, running her thumb along his cheekbone. He smiled weakly.

“You’re too good to me” he whispered

“I am exactly as much good as you deserve” she gripped the other side of his face almost angry at him for thinking he deserved less. “Are you okay? I truly didn’t mean any of it I thought I was still-“

“Ominis, I’m fine” she thought it wise to avoid just how much pain he’d caused her. He placed his own hand over hers pulling it away from his features.

“Here, if you will allow me” he held her hand in both of his, barely any contact being made. The stark difference between now and a few moments ago only solidifying what she already assumed. He would never hurt her.

“Of course” she removed her other hand from his face letting it settle on his thigh. He turned to her, rotating her other hand over in his, gently pressing his fingertips into the soft tissue of her hands.

“Does that feel okay?” He asked tentatively. She simply hummed in response, the feeling in her fingertips slowly returning with each methodical sweep of his fingers. “Sometimes I wake up and my hands are numb from clenching my fists.” He explained as he swapped to her other hand “Other times, my hands are bloody from digging my own nails in” he turned his hand over to reveal small crescent moon shaped scars across his palms. She yanked her hand away to feel across each of the tiny bright white moons.

“Why have you never told me it’s this bad?” Her voice barely above a whisper. He shrugged.

“I don’t want to burden you. You carry so much on your shoulders already.” She opened her mouth to protest but he raised a hand to allow himself to continue “Besides, you already help me immeasurably when we meet in the common room”

“But that can’t be every time-“

“I share a room with Sebastian remember. He helps. Granted he’s not as soothing a presence as you but…few are” she sighed heavily “Don’t worry about me I’m used to this. I’m just…horrified…you were on the receiving end this time. I’m truly so sorry”

“No more apologies. I won’t hear them. Understood?” She was thankful he was blind at times like this. She was quite good at altering her voice to portray other emotions but her face? He would be able to clearly see through the concerned knot of her brow and crinkle of her nose.

“Understood” he smiled but it was lacking.

She couldn’t bare to see him look so…broken. Letting out an involuntary whimper, she threw her arms around his neck almost tackling him to the ground.

“If there is anything I can do no matter the time. Day, Night, whatever…please find me. Promise me!” she frowned into his neck

“I promise” with a final squeeze she released him from her arms, sweeping down his shoulders.

“Let’s get back to sleep. I doubt you feel refreshed after that ordeal”

“You could say that” he rubbed his eyes, chuckled and pulled himself back onto the chair. His muscles protested against the uncomfortable position he’d found himself in. He sucked his teeth trying to get comfortable.

“What are you doing?” Evelyn spoke with authority in her voice and he could hear the hands on her hips stance she had adopted.

“I think I’ve cricked my neck from that nightmare I can’t…ooof…get comfortable”

“No I mean, what are doing sleeping in those clothes on that chair? Get into bed”

“Excuse me? I’ve never had a woman command me into bed before”

“Oh shut up” she giggled, throwing the previously discarded shirt at him once again “It’s not like that it’s…just like when we sleep in the common room” she muttered trying to convince herself more than him.

“You’ll say just about anything to get me into bed” he smirked, his sarcastic self confidence returning. After all, he always felt safe with her and his normal conversational barriers fell weak at her feet, his unfiltered thoughts tumbling from his lips.

And people say Sebastian is a flirt.

Her cheeks burnt a brilliant crimson at his remark. He began to loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt and Eve turned around immediately. Why was she so shaky? Maybe it was this attitude Ominis had plastered on. He’d never been this bold before. Spending too much time with Sebastian she suspected. Or maybe it was spending too much time with her? Perhaps they had gotten too familiar and none of this meant anything to him. Just the same way Her and Sebastian talk. Her stomach twisted at the idea. Yet more fuel to throw on the fire of ‘Ominis is just a friend’.

“Get in for god sake” she muttered and he heard the the numerous blankets shift as she climbed back into bed. “Side closest to you now is free. I’m going to sleep”

He chuckled, slipping into the shirt she threw at him and climbing into the bed.

“Goodnight” he mumbled into her pillows. They radiated her scent. Everything about this house had her signature Rose lining it, but her linens and bedsheets were the worst. They enveloped him completely and it took a violent shiver next to him to pull him from the almost immediate slumber. “Are you cold?”

“Just a little” she murmured into the sheets, teeth chattering

“Come here” he raised his arm making a little Evelyn sized tent in front of him.

Perhaps it’s should have been considered cheating in his mind. Make no advances, keep her safe, was his idea, at least while you’re still a Gaunt. But right here, right now, under the cover of night, he felt as though they were the only people on this earth. It’s as though she knew of his plans and there was an unspoken agreement between them they would wait. That is…if she was even interested in him. Sebastian insisted she was smitten but Sebastian thinks that of everyone.

But here in their solitude that unspoken contract faltered:

He, pretended for just a night that he was no longer a Gaunt. Safe, Alone and happily a nobody.

Her, living in the fantasy that perhaps he could be more than just a friend.

Neither, realising it was much easier than either had assumed.

Without much thought at all she shuffled back towards him, nestling her back against his chest, the familiar soft fabric of their shirt tickling his neck. His warmth emanated from his chest into her. Her hair, soft and captivating, tickled his chin.

This moment was perfect.

Everything that both of them wanted, but couldn’t admit.

As he lowered his arm, ready to pull her into an embrace, his fingers caught the bare skin of her side. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean-“

“It’s okay” she shrugged too tired to pay attention to the butterflies rising in her stomach. She grabbed the edges of her sleep shirt to pull down.

“Wait…”

His fingers returned to her soft skin feeling the harsh outline of a scar upon her waist. It felt…almost familiar.

“What’s this?”

“Oh” his fingers danced over the embossed skin, feeling every divot and turn and harsh line pressed into her side.

“This is what Crucio leaves behind” he said solemnly. “I’d almost forgotten that night…”

She stayed his shaking hand, rolling onto her back beneath him. He’d propped himself up on one of his elbows, almost protectively, his body acting as a shield against the world. All Eve could see, smell or hear… was Ominis. A few centimetres up and her nose would be in the crook of his jaw and the smell of Sandalwood filled every sense. His fingers continued to trace over the lines of the intricate mark left behind by the curse. His anquished breath blanketed her as she wrapped her hand around his. He very lightly shook her off, catching the beginning of another scar. He placed his index finger at the apex of the large gash that sliced through her Crucio wound.

“And this?”

“That night I apparated to you…I got cut by a Diffindo as well” his brows upturned with worry

“Was Sebastian’s ever this bad?” His jaw set.

“It was never that…harsh…no”

“Good. I think I’d have killed him” he half smiled “You can tell how bad the pain was based on the scar it leaves behind. Like a cruel reminder. As if that spell needed to be any worse. This one feels…bad”

“So you have some?” She asked tentatively. “Actually…we don’t have to talk about this-“

“It’s fine” he smiled pushing himself up further in the bed. “I have…many”

“Can I see?” It was an innocent enough question. She was simply curious. He chuckled, a deep throaty chuckle that vibrated the bed as he sat up.

“First, you call me handsome” he recalled undoing the buttons of their sleep shirt. “Then you’re begging me to get into your bed” more buttons popped open “Now you’re asking me to undress? I never knew you were like this, Miss Hollow”

Her breathe caught in her throat as she sat up alongside him.

“Get over yourself, Mr Gaunt” he flinched.

There’s it was again. That name. The playful venom in her voice didn’t soften the blow of hearing it. If that wasn’t enough to stale the evening her reaction to his warped and tortured skin was.

She gasped as the the panels of his shirt fell to the side. He must truly look horrific. What a terrible idea. He felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment, Until he felt two cool fingers centre in over his heart.

Instinctively, she reached for the raw and ragged skin on his chest. It had clearly had years to heal but against his alabaster skin, the light pink of the scar looked…fresh. As she ran her fingers over the planes of his chest, her elbow brushed against his shirt revealing a series of harsher and larger scars leading around his side to his back.

“Ominis”

Oh to hear his name from her lips like that. The breathlessness caught Ominis off guard and he found his eyes fluttering shut under her gentle touches. His skin tingled and burned after each swipe of her fingertips.

“How many?” She asked quietly her voice barely audible

“I’ve lost count” he breathed out a singular laugh and he felt her shake her head. “Which is why I should have took that curse for you in the Scriptorium. I’d felt it dozens of time at that point…I was a coward”

“No I wouldn’t have allowed it. You think I could’ve stood by and listened to you in that pain.” She whispered. Her voice was heavy with pain and regret. But also…adoration? He’d never heard someone sound so genuine.

A silence fell upon them as her fingers traced a constellation of scars across his chest and down his waist.

“I can’t believe the Gaunts do this sort of thing…to their own family. I’m so sorry, Ominis” she ceased her light exploration of his torso, opting to pull him into yet another comforting embrace.

“You know you’re the only person I can hear say my name and not hate it.” He mumbled into her hair “You don’t know the Gaunts so you have no preconceptions…you make me proud that at least one person knows the Gaunts as a force of good…well at least not dark and macabre”

“That may have changed now that I’m somewhat witness to their cruelty…”

That settles it. She cannot know. He must swear Sebastian to secrecy. The Gaunt family meeting must remain a secret until what needs to be done, is done

Masterlist

[the-atlas-sister]

𝕄𝕪 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕖 (Part 2)

Neteyam x Na’vi!Avatar!Fem!Reader

Warnings!: Death, angst, lots of angst

“Where is he?” you yelled, running towards the small family as soon as your feet touched the hard stone shore. 

“Y/n, it’s- he-” Lo’ak was the first to meet you halfway. 

“Lo’ak, where is Neteyam?” You stared at the younger boy, your worst fears confirmed as he stared back at you with tear filled eyes. “Please,” you begged, holding onto his arm weakly. 

Lo’ak nodded towards where his parents knelt on the shore. You quietly stumbled towards them, ignoring their eyes as you walked by. 

You felt Neytiri weakly grab your hand, holding it. Whether it was to comfort you or find some comfort herself, you couldn’t tell and honestly, you didn’t care at the moment. Your knees fell to the hard floor, your body feeling numb. 

Neteyam heaved, his father’s hand pressing against his bloody chest. “Y-y/n,” he wheezed, his eyes weakly training to you. 

“Ssh, it’s okay,” you cooed, swiping your hand across his forehead. “You’re okay.” 

“I want to go home,” Neteyam said, staring up at you. “I want us to go home.” You held back a choked sob. 

“I know,” you sniffed. Neteyam weakly lifted his hand, searching for your own. “I’m here.” You grasped it gently, lifting it to your face. “You’ll be okay, we’ll go home right now.” The bloodied boy gasped roughly, his chest heaving franticly. “We’ll go home and have a family of our own, like we always said, remember?” Tears began to pour as Neteyam’s eyes began to loose their light. The hand you held slowly lost it’s warmth. 

“Can- can you sing to me, hì'i tsawke?” he heaved lowly. “Like when we were little. The song of your people.” 

“I’ll sing to you when we get back home,” you said, smiling through the tears. “Okay?”

“Y/n, please.” 

You swallowed back another sob. “Okay,” you nodded. “You are my sunshine,” you sang, hearing the uneasy wobble in your voice. “My only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are gray.” More tears spilled from your eyes as Neteyam’s hand grew colder. It slowly began to go limp in your own, causing panic to surge through you. “You’ll never know dear-” You frantically pulled Neteyam into your arms as his hand fell and his eyes lost their light. “How much I love you!” Your words grew louder and tears fell faster as you held him. “Please don’t take my sunshine away.” You began to sob loudly as you held the cold and lifeless body of the boy you loved in your arms. All other noises fell silent against your sorrowful cries. 

You could faintly hear the sound of Neytiri’s screams mixing with your own. A hand gently pulled you from Neteyam, causing your wails to grow louder and for you to cling to the boy ever tighter. 

“I know, I know,” the voice of Jake Sully echoed in your ears as he pulled you from his son. 

You felt the familiar embrace of Lo’ak as soon as you finally let go of Neteyam. You sobbed into the younger son’s chest, feeling it heave with his own silent cries.  

hì'i tsawke: little sun

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/mooskey/723530094606516224/%F0%9D%95%84%F0%9D%95%AA-%F0%9D%95%8A%F0%9D%95%A6%F0%9D%95%9F%F0%9D%95%A4%F0%9D%95%99%F0%9D%95%9A%F0%9D%95%9F%F0%9D%95%96-part-1-neteyam-x?source=share

[mountttmase]

Hiii I love your stuff!! 💗 would you write sth about soft morning sex with Mase?

Morning Glow

Note - thank you anon 😍💙 this is fairly short but I hope it’s alright. I would love some feedback so please me know what you think as I hate everything I write atm 😭

Pairing - Mason Mount x Reader

Word count - 1.7k

Warnings - fluff & smut

It had been a late one.

You’d agreed to pick Mason up from the airport after his away game, but by the time you’d made it home, you both barely had the energy to get changed for bed let alone anything else. You were already dressed in his shirt, so once you were both down to your underwear, you crawled under the covers and drifted off to sleep.

It was nearing half ten when you finally opened your eyes, groaning quietly as the sunlight slowly made its way across your face and it was only when you felt a small shuffle behind you did you remember Mason was back. You turned round to face him carefully, not wanting to wake him yet as you knew he’d be tired today, and once you’d settled back down you took the time to look over him carefully.

You couldn’t ignore the way your heart fluttered as you took him in, laid on his front with his face squished into the pillow. His hair was a fluffy mess, sticking up in some parts and stuck to his head in others, his cheeks were pink, his lips pouty and you couldn’t help the sleepy smile that took over you face. You’d only been apart for two nights but it had felt like an eternity. Waking up without your favourite person besides you was tough and you never seemed to get used to it no matter how many times he went away.

He started to stir, opening his eyes ever so slightly and as soon as he saw you he shuffled himself towards you, his brows furrowing at being so far away from you.

‘Baby’ he croaked, his voice still thick with sleep as he placed his hands on you, running one up under his shirt that you still had on so he could grab you boob as he rested his head on the other.

‘I’m here’ you laughed wrapping your arm around his shoulders as he curled into you before placing a soft kiss on the crown of his head whilst he slotted his leg in-between yours.

‘Missed you’ he breathed into your chest and your tummy erupted with butterflies at how cute he was being. Sleepy Mason was always your favourite but you rarely got to see him like this in the mornings. He was always up and about for training or away at a game or if he did have the rare morning off you’d be at work. But today was different, a whole day where the two of you had nowhere you needed to be and you both planned to have the laziest of all lazy days.

You both drifted back off for ten minutes or so but you were awoken by the hand that was on your chest moving slightly, Masons thumb now gently stroking over your nipple, causing it to become hard almost instantly and a wave of pleasure to roll through you.

Mason loved touching your boobs, whether you were in bed like this, sat on the sofa or trying to cook, he loved to hold them. He told you it was a comfort thing and you weren’t exactly complaining about it, but it was times like this when he was turning you on unintentionally that made you want to scream.

He wasn’t doing it on purpose, at least you didn’t think he was, but the mix of not having been with each other for a few days and feeling his fingers turning you on so effortlessly was becoming too much to handle and you couldn’t help but let out a quiet breathy moan.

You had hoped he maybe wouldn’t of noticed but you felt his head shift down, pulling his hand away from your chest and you almost protested at the lack of contact but he was quick to lift your shirt up, now fully exposing your chest to him. Your eyes glanced down to look at him, but he wasn’t looking back, to focused on your naked body and what he was about to do to it. Before you could do or say anything else, his hand was back stroking your nipple whilst he took the other in his mouth, sucking gently on the already hardened bud.

‘Fuck’ you breathed, your fingers instinctively finding their way into his hair and you heard his muffled moans as you tugged on it gently. Your tummy was doing somersaults as he licked and touched you and you were soon getting needy for him, bucking your hips up as your moans for him increased in volume. ‘Mase, please I cant-‘

‘Shhhh’ he cut you off, lifting his head so he could gently kiss you. ‘Be good and let me look after you’ he spoke against your lips before manoeuvring himself in between your thighs. His kisses then trailed down your neck and over your collarbones before kissing his way down your body until his face was settled right in front of your core. He was quick in disposing of your underwear and was leaving kisses all along your thighs as his sleepy eyes bore into yours, eyes rolling back in his head as he had his first taste of you. Your body melted into the sheets as his tongue lazily glided over your clit, your breathing getting heavier as devoured you slowly.

There was something about sex like this with Mason that turned you to jelly. There was nothing the both of you enjoyed more than him being rough and dominant with you but something about him being slow, soft and gentle with you sent shivers down your spine and you felt like he’d barely got going but you were ready to burst. He was magic with his mouth and it never took long, especially in the mornings when you were extra sensitive.

‘Mase, I’m close’ you whispered, not wanting to disturb the early morning peace too much but he squeezed your hip in acknowledgement, sucking and flicking his tongue over you at a steady rhythm until you were cumming over his face.

You were still getting your breathing back when he sat himself up after cleaning you up with this tongue and you almost lost your breath again. He looked otherworldly in the golden morning glow and you couldn’t believe he was all yours. You loved every inch of him, from the freckles the littered his cheeks to his warm and kind eyes. He was perfect to you and you couldn’t take your eyes off him as he pushed his boxers down to reveal his hard length. Watching it with your bottom lip between your teeth as it sprung up to his abdomen and your mouth watered at the sight of him.

He planted one of his hands by the side of your ribs and he guided himself into you with the other and once he was most of the way in, he moved closer to you. His free hand wrapped around your thigh, pulling it up and over his hip as you held him at his neck so his face wouldn’t move from yours. He started kissing you slowly as he moved his hips back and forth lazily and you moaned into each other mouths quietly almost as if you didn’t want to disturb the peacefulness of the morning.

‘I’ve missed you so much’ he whispered into your mouth and you groaned in agreement, unable to form a coherent sentence. ‘I’ve missed having you like this, just for me’

‘Mason’ you huffed as his lips attached to your neck, peppering the most delicate kisses all over it, growling quietly at the sound of his name as his eyes came back to meet yours.

‘So beautiful’ he breathed, now turning his attention to your face as he followed an invisible path across your cheeks with his lips and even though everything felt so intense you couldn’t help but smile at his actions. ‘I’m so in love with you’

You gasped at his words, his lips covering yours as he swallowed your moans before resting his forehead on yours, eyes staring straight into your soul and you knew in that moment there wasn’t anything you wouldn’t do for him. You were completely at his mercy and you didn’t care.

He was yours and you were his.

He’d kept everything at a pretty steady tempo up until now but you could tell he was getting close by the way his hips sped up ever so slightly. In an attempt to help yourself along you removed your hand from his hair so you could touch yourself but he caught onto your idea almost immediately. Grabbing your wrist to put your hand back in it’s rightful place before trailing you body with his fingertips and attaching his digits where his tongue has been not too long ago. He tortured you by drawling lazy circles but you were close enough that any contact would have you tumbling over the edge soon.

‘Fucking hell’ he muttered, the feel of you now squeezing around him so tightly felt like heaven and when he placed his lips next to your ear so you could hear his moans it was all over for you. ‘Good girl, that’s it. Let it all out for me baby’ he mumbled as a string of curse words tumbled from your lips. Your high was overwhelming and you could only focus on his voice and the feeling rippling through you as he chased his own.

The muffled whimper into your neck was all the confirmation you needed to know he was spent, collapsing on you gently as you scratched over the back of his head. He kept himself buried inside of you as he came down, his breathing returning to normal before it got deeper again as he fell asleep on your chest.

‘Hey, Mase?’

‘Hmmm’ he groaned into your neck turning slightly so he could breathe a bit better.

‘I love you, too’ you whispered and you felt him chuckle as you pulled the covers back up and over the both of you carefully.