#I AM NOT HAVING A HEART ATTACK WHILE CLUTCHING MY PHONE

[aurinkomoukari]

[giuseppe-yuki]

I feel like Pierre's gf would be bffs with Esteban's gf and it woulf be them going on double dates and the guys going: i will pinch u if my gf doesn't notice it but she will and deprive me of fun stuff grrr

And then both of them have a heart attack when skysports show a video of snakey!gf cuddling with flying squirrel!gf

- 🐺

yessss most definitely! they absolutely refuse to be in a 2 meter radius of each other, but of course they ultimately begrudgingly give in each of their girlfriends' request to have a double date. (but not without complaining about it hours beforehand)

a lil blurb below (i altered your thought a little bit though):

you just had about enough of your boyfriend's whining and groaning about spending time with esteban. whenever you mentioned having a double date with esteban's girlfriend, it was always, "yes, sure, mon amour! whatever you'd like!" and "sounds good to me, baby!" but when it hit the hour mark before the scheduled date, it turned to "how about we go somewhere else, just us?" and "do we really have to go?" it was exasperating, really.

when complaining didn't work, he tried to persuade you by buying you the latest designer jewelry.

"look!" he exclaims, gesturing excitedly towards his phone. "there's this brand, van cleef, that sells pretty nice bracelets! there's like a green ones and a blue ones that you can match your outfits with." pierre glances up to find you with your arms crossed, one eyebrow raised. "or i can get both?" he offers desperately.

"pierre gasly," you say, enunciating each syllable. "we are going, no matter how many van cleef bracelets you try to buy me."

"OH MY GOD REALLY???" you gasp, clutching your chest. "no way he did that!"

"exactly!" esteban's girlfriend says, giggling. "i was shocked too!" she then takes a bite out of her bouillabaisse, and daintily taps her mouth with a pressed white napkin.

the restaurant that you had chosen was more on the fancier side, where even the water was poured out of chilled glass bottles. ornate chandeliers hung from the ceiling, and beautiful arrangements of flowers adorned all the tables. both of you girls were dressed to the nines in fancy clothing and jewelry.

pierre and esteban sat face to face next to you both, looking out of place in more casual-type wear. they obviously looked like they didn't want to be there.

your boyfriend shoves an escargot into his mouth, all the while glaring at esteban.

you and esteban's girlfriend purposely ignore them both, continuing your conversation and sharing the latest tea.

mid-conversation, you see esteban softly start to tip his water glass in the direction of pierre. without missing a beat, his girlfriend snatches the water glass before it tips.

"esteban!" she chastises, softly placing the still-full glass away from her boyfriend. "i know you did that on purpose! if you do that again, i am returning those marvel funko pops i got you."

he huffs, crossing his arms, but stops trying to tip anymore glasses over. your boyfriend smugly smiles at his teammate.

the waiter comes by, offering some dessert options, including crème brûlée and profiteroles.

while enjoying some of the cream puffs, you see pierre reach out his hand out of the corner of your eye. it inches towards esteban's knee, ready to pinch him. you softly slap pierre's hand before it reaches its target. he jerks back, probably surprised you caught him when he was trying to be so secretive.

it is like talking to a child who doesn't listen. "keep your hands to yourself, pierre," you snap, shaking your head.

your boyfriend points at esteban, eyebrows furrowed. "he started it! he literally flicked me first- you just didn't see it!"

esteban furiously shakes his head. "i did not! he's lying!" he nudges his girlfriend, who looks annoyed at the scene playing out in front of her. "tell your bestie that pierre is lying!" he exclaims.

you and esteban's girlfriend exchange looks of pure exhaustion.

several days later, you find yourself in esteban's girlfriend's company again. you both are snuggled on the couch with a movie playing. a bowl of fresh popped popcorn sits between you both, its scent filling your apartment.

suddenly, your phone explodes with texts. the girl next to you glances over, concerned.

"umm... is everything okay?" she asks, pausing the movie.

you flip over your phone, only to find 15 messages and 3 missed calls from pierre. clicking through your phone, you select the contact labeled "pierre 💋"

your boyfriend's voice echos out of the speakers rapidly. "whatareyoudoingwhydidyoupostthatpictureonline???"

"huh?" you say, amused. "what did you say?"

esteban's girlfriend covers her giggles with a hand in front of her mouth.

"i said, why did you post that picture online?? my girlfriend cannot be seen fraternizing with the enemy's girlfriend!"

"ohhh!!!" you exclaim, realization dawning. you and esteban's girlfriend had a little photoshoot before starting the movie, with you posing in your snake form curled protectively around your bestie's flying squirrel shapeshift form. "baby, she is not an enemy!! if you guys would just get over your feud, you would probably see that esteban is a nice person like he was back when you were kids!"

a pause comes from the other side of the phone. pierre lets out a long exhale, thinking about it.

"no!" he finally decides.

[arafilez]

☆ ⼂ PUNCH THE WALL ﹗two

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◗ ៹ HWANG HYUNJIN ›

Hyunjin splashes his paint to the canvas to create an effect but he knew his anger was accelerating it somehow. He is angry at himself for getting all riled up instead of comforting you. The fear that has been grasping him since your hit has slowly dissolved to annoyance in himself and his trust.

Getting up he pushes the pallette away with force and takes off his smock throwing it to the corner. Tomorrow is laundry day anyway, he thinks before he leaves and walks towards the shared bedroom. His attempt is futile as he feels you bump to him and he stills himself before catching you so you don’t trip.

“Hyun-" your voice dies down in your throat as he presses his lips to yours in a desperate kiss. You stumble lightly from the pressure but Hyunjin holds your hands lightly before parting and says, “Sorry for that, I didn’t know how to fix it.” Your remorse dissolves into a giddy feeling as you mouth an ‘I am sorry’ and Hyunjin kisses it right out of your mouth. Again.

◗ ៹ HAN JISUNG ›

Jisung’s breath becomes normal as you follow the regular procedure his doctor has advised you about. His fingers which were formerly clutching your shirt are now loosening and you feel relief flooding your veins as his sobs reduce to light sniffles. You hold him tightly and your hands run through his hair trying to calm him more.

A few minutes later, Han looks up and it pains you to see his tear-stained face and you slowly dab under his eyes with your sleeves. “I am sorry,” you whisper and his hold tightens around you as he blubbers, “Please don’t leave me.”

Your heart clenches at his voice as you feel his head rest against you and you reply, “I won’t ever.” “Okay,” he replies and you stay in his embrace as long as he holds you. Because all you could want is to never let him go.

◗ ៹ KIM SEUNGMIN ›

Your sobs have died down but you keep sitting in the bathroom and look at the full-length mirror Seungmin had installed. There you are, a red-eyed monster who punches walls in anger. The gears shift in your mind and a stray tear rolls down your cheek as Seungmin’s expression paints over your mind again and again.

He is probably going to leave you now.

You jump lightly in surprise, feeling Seungmin’s familiar scent inside and quickly rub your eyes. Looking up, you see him walking towards you, sitting beside you, and saying, “Don’t overthink.” Two words. And suddenly you throw himself in his arms and your sobs return choking your voice while you desperately try to apologise. Seungmin shushes you and caresses your back as he holds you tightly. He quietly starts to tell you how he should have consoled you but you don’t let him talk too much as you peck him lightly and he stares at you with his bug puppy eyes before kissing you properly.

◗ ៹ YANG JEONGIN ›

You look at the clock and worry takes over your features as your boyfriend still doesn’t return from his walk. He had just muttered lightly about going before leaving through the door three hours ago. You had refrained from calling him knowing you messed up a lot but as the clock strikes twelve you reach for your phone and dial his number.

You expect it to go to voicemail so when Jeongin’s voice flows through the speaker you are more than surprised. You sit up straight and let your voice not quiver as you ask, “Where are you? It has been three hours.” He hums lightly and you hear a distant “thank you” from him as your brows furrow in confusion before you hear his answer, “Picking up our favourite take-away.”

“Oh,” you say and he adds, “Don’t worry, I am on my way home.” He cuts the call and you stare at the door forever until you hear the lock click and you jump up. As soon as the door swings you hurry over and hug him tightly as tears escape your eyes. He hugs you back, the boxes poking your skin but you don’t care as you feel him smiling against your neck.

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[bloodylullaby]

Author's Note: I decided to start listening to my favorite sad songs and thought about writing a Noah one shot to Dance Gavin Dance's song Betrayed By The Game. I even incourperated the lyrics into it, so please enjoy!

Paring: Noah x Fem reader

Trigger Warning: Car crash, mention of crawling through broken glass, mentions of broken bones and bleeding.

Word Count: 1221

As I lay in bed, vulnerable and with a wounded pride, I'm surrounded by open wounds, fear oozing out of every pore. I never thought this breakup with Noah would hit me so hard, Yet here I am, lying in bed, struggling to breathe, overwhelmed by the sense that I deserve to face this pain alone for what I've done. I roll over to his side and inhale deeply, burying my face into the pillow, catching a lingering trace of his scent. The bed still smells like I’m not all alone. 

I reach for my phone on the bedside table, my heart pounding with a flicker of hope. Yet, as I unlock it, the screen remains as hollow and empty as ever, devoid of any trace of a notification from him. It’s been a long month since Noah ended things, and the blame lies solely with me. I let fear consume me as our relationship grew more serious. Noah and I had a twisted game of trying to incite jealousy in each other. That night at the bar, while Noah was engrossed in a game of pool with Nick, I found myself the object of someone else's attention. With the stranger's touch and my complicity, things escalated beyond my intentions. Noah reached his breaking point, and the next day, he left to stay with his bandmates.

I majorly fucked up, and now I'm reaping what I sowed. I look out the window, and the feelings start roaring within me again. It’s pouring down rain, matching how I'm feeling inside. I take a deep breath and pick up my car keys, deciding to go for a drive. I slip on my shoes and head out without an umbrella or jacket, letting the warm rain wash the pain away as I slowly walk to my car. By the time I reach it, I'm drenched. I turn on the car and crank up the radio, playing my break-up playlist at total volume, letting the music drown out the running thoughts in my mind.

As I navigate the winding road, lost in the distraction of singing along to the music at the top of my lungs and changing the song, I fail to notice the slickness of the pavement. Suddenly, the car starts to hydroplane, sliding dangerously out of control. Panic sets in as I desperately try to regain traction, but it's too late. The vehicle veers off course, hurtling towards a looming tree at a terrifying speed.

I groan as the airbag deploys, the impact jarring my senses. Pain shoots through my face, feeling like I now have a fractured nose, split lip, and eyebrow. Blood trickles into my mouth, mingling with the suffocating scent of smoke. This isn't good, especially with the airbag deployed. I deflate it to free my arms, struggling to unbuckle my seat belt. I push the door open with effort, ensuring my phone is still clutched in my right hand. I let my upper body slump out of the car, leveraging gravity to ease my bottom half out of the vehicle.

I scream as I land on a carpet of shattered glass, the shards digging into my skin. Ignoring the pain, I force myself to keep moving, crawling through the debris with determination. Every inch forward is a battle against the jagged obstacles, but I refuse to be deterred until I know I am safe from my car in case it catches fire. With a huff, I gather the strength to shift into a slight sitting position, intending to assess the damage. However, what I see makes my breath catch in my throat.

My car is a mangled wreck from the front, the metal crumpled and twisted. It's a miracle I survived the impact. The sight alone triggers a panic attack, and I'm overwhelmed, choking on tears. Sobbing uncontrollably from fear, I frantically take in my surroundings. As my life flashes before my eyes, all I see is Noah and me. My sobs come out longer and harder now, and I grab my phone and unlock it, clicking on his name to call. As it rang, my panic increased out of fear that he might not answer me, but after the fourth ring, the line picked up.

“Hello?” Noah asked relevantly and confusedly, sounding like he had come out of a deep sleep. I started to sob harder. “[Y/N]? What’s wrong? Are you okay?” He asked, slightly more alarmed.

“I just crashed my car….and….and…I love you so much, Noah. I miss you so much. I know we fucked everything up this time, but I can't stop thinking about you. I can't stop loving you. I still love you so much, Noah," I sobbed into my phone. Suddenly, I heard ruffling and panicking on the other side of the phone. 

"Goddammit, [Y/N], are you okay? Did you call the police?" Noah's voice crackled with concern, a barrage of questions following. Another sob wrenches from my throat, raw and hoarse.

"No, you were my first thought when I decided who to call. I'm so scared, Noah. I need you," I pleaded.

"I know it's scary, baby, but take some deep breaths with me, okay?" he instructed gently as we went through breathing exercises. "I know you're still sharing your location with me, so I will call the police while I head over to you. Are you going to be okay?" he asked, his concern evident in his voice.

"Yes," I stammered, feeling slightly hopeful that things weren't as terrible as they seemed. I could hear Noah sigh in relief. 

"Okay, the boys and I will be there soon. Don't move too much; I don't want you to worsen any injuries just in case they could be life-threatening," he stated firmly. I murmured an okay and an "I love you" in response. After he said it, he hung up, leaving me alone again. After what seemed like an eternity, I began to hear a car nearby and prayed with great intensity that it was Noah. Not far from where I was, the distant wail of sirens pierced through the night, signaling that help was coming.

There were screeching tires and then running footsteps coming in my direction. I turned my head slightly to see it was Noah, with a mixture of worry and horror on his face when he saw how bad the wreckage was. "[Y/N], baby, I'm so glad you're okay," Noah began to exclaim rapidly as he slowly kneeled beside me, his eyes scanning over the damage down to my body. As the sirens get closer, Noah looks deep into my eyes. He suddenly and gently kisses me, then leans his forehead on mine.

 "You're never leaving my side again, got it? We'll work through our problems together and do whatever needs to be done, whether that's therapy or a different route. But I'm moving back in immediately," he states firmly. All I could do was nod my head as tears streamed down my face once again. Noah gently wipes the tears away and pulls me into a comforting embrace. As the police and ambulance arrive, he talks me through what's about to happen and assures me that he'll be by my side every step. Eventually, he accompanies me in the back of the ambulance, with the boys following closely behind in their car. 

[gaysindistress]

This is self indulgent and I don’t care.

Enjoy my pain:

Panic attacks; racing heart beats,breathing too fast, the feeling of drowning but you can’t swim any longer, and the fear. The symptoms of anxiety are not new to him but nonetheless they take him by surprise.

He calls me every time. Whether on purpose or not, he calls me every time they sneak up. He tries to tell me that they’re getting better but I can hear the shallowness and breathlessness in his voice. He tries to chuckle to cover it but i hear it every time.

“Hey.”

I smile to myself as I hear his voice crackle through the phone, “hi, bubba.”

“How..how are you?”

He’s trying so hard to make normal conversation regardless of the fact that it’s 6 am and we both know he’s been up for hours.

“I’m good, how are you?”

Hesitation is never a good sign.

“I…well,” he starts before stopping to let out a shaky breath, “I’m out front.”

“I’ll be there in a second,” I tell him but don’t hang up. When he’s like this any time alone gives him too opportunities to overthink and spiral. I don’t talk but hearing me moving around and breath is enough until he can see me.

Only when I open the door and am able to see him do I end the call.

“Hi,” he says with an awkward small smile.

“Hi,” I repeat as I step back and allow him to come in. He pushes off his hood and takes off his running shoes, evidence that he tried to run from his anxiety but wasn’t successful. I watch him and offer out my hand when he straightens back up.

Bucky glances down at my hand and then to my face, waiting for me to back away or otherwise reject him. This is another thing he does every time; he gives me the chance to take back my open arms and unconditional support.

I wiggle my fingers at him as a gentle “come on” and he reaches for it with his metal hand but pauses. I imagine if he could, he would never touch me with it out of fear that he will hurt me. I also imagine that he wants nothing more than to be able to embrace me without restraints so I take his hand before he can pull away.

I grip the freezing metal hand in my own two and pretend to blow on it to warm it up. He lets out a half hearted chuckle, “what are you doing?”

“Warming you up. You’re freezing,” I state as if it’s the obvious thing in the world and that seems to release some of the tension in his shoulders.

“Today we’re buying you more layers,” I tell him as I lead him towards my room, “if you’re going to go out in the literal snow, you will be wearing a sufficient amount of layers.”

He laughs again and this time it’s more genuine than before.

We both slide under the worn and loved covers on my bed, lying so that we facing one another.

“I love you,” I whisper to him as I trace the lines of his face. It’s an unspoken understanding between us that he doesn’t have to say it back. He shows it in the ways he chooses and words is not his favored method.

“I am safe,” I start and he repeats.

“I am free.”

“I am grounded, centered, and stable.”

“I am supported.”

“I have the power to control my emotions.”

“I choose to think positive thoughts.”

“I am strong, resilient, and capable.”

“I am not my past.”

“I am loved.”

“I am worthy.”

“I belong here.”

“I have the power to choose my future.”

“I free myself from the fear of the unknown.”

“I am safe.”

“I am free.”

“What Im feeling is temporary.”

“I choose peace.”

“I am not my past.”

“I am loved.”

“I am free.”

“I am the most handsome man in the world and I have the most amazing friend ever,” I sneak in there but he catches it and laughs with his entire body. It rumbles through his chest and lightly shakes the bed, vibrating through me too.

My own smile turns into a fit of laughter and we’re both breathless from our joy as we try to catch our breath.

“Thank you,” he whispers when he able to speak and scoots closer to me.

“Bubba,” I say as sadness clutches at my heart, “I’ve told you a thousand times that you don’t need to thank me.”

While no words come out, his eyes say it all; he needs to because otherwise he’ll feel like he’s taking advantage of me.

I press a kiss to the knuckles on his left hand and nod for him to turn over. He does and I slide one arm under his head to play with his hair while the other slips under his left arm. With my arm across his chest, I lace our fingers together and hold him tightly against my body as his relaxes.

We stay like this as he finds comfort in my touch and allows himself to be cared for. I continue to run my fingers through his hair and twist the short strands long after his breathing has become heavy and rhythmic. I keep my tight hold long after his has loosened and sleep has taken him.

I refuse to stop loving him even if he wouldn’t know.

I refuse to stop because I know he wouldn’t.

[a-crumb-of-whump]

A New Beginning #14: Adoration

Masterlist | AO3

Content: Vamprie whumpee, recovery, multiple caretakers, human caretaker, PTSD/trauma, meltdown/panic attack, [implied] self harm (for the sake of food), blood (once again, for the sake of food), fear of being alone.

I am exhausted and haven't actually proof read this or anything, but i promised myself i'd post something before i fell asleep LOL.

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It was only a few days after the gathering they’d had that Carlos heard from his new friend again. He hadn’t really thought much of it at first - Ryker was often getting calls from his employees and other important people that Carlos had never met, so it came as a surprise when the human called him into the living room and held out the phone to him with a polite smile. 

“Hey, man,” he greeted, already beginning to get out of his seat to make room for the vampire to sit down instead. “Charlie’s on the phone. Said he wanted to see how you were going. Would you like to sit down and talk to him while I get your breakfast ready?” 

Did he? What kind of question was that? 

“Yes please!” he chirped, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet as he took the phone from his human’s hand and sat down on the couch Ryker had just been sitting in. It was still warm, and he found himself snuggling further into the seat as he greeted the other human on the phone. “Good morning!” 

“Good morning to you, too,” Charlie spoke warmly. He still sounded a little groggy, like he hadn’t been awake for long, but Carlos could still hear the faint smile on his face regardless. “You’re sounding rather chipper. How’ve you been?” 

The vampire brought his knees to his chest and began to fiddle with the fabric of his pyjama bottoms as he talked. “I have been well, I think! I’m a little restless today, but Ryker said I just need some mental stimulation. So, he’s gonna set up some stuff for us to do later on.” Then he jumped all of a sudden, feeling as if he’d already forgotten his own manners. “Uhm- and how are you, Charlie?” 

“I’m okay, thank you for asking.” The tone in Charlie’s voice hadn’t shifted, instead remaining light and friendly, despite the fact that he clearly wasn’t all that awake just yet. “I have work today, unfortunately, hence why I’m awake so early. Though, I was actually thinking about dropping by for an hour afterwards, if that’s okay with you?”

Carlos found himself mildly confused. Why was he asking for permission from him to come and see Ryker and Adam? Were they even going to be around today? He thought he recalled the two of them informing him that they wouldn’t be around all that much this week. Had they not told Charlie?

“Uhm…” The vampire didn’t even really know how to answer. “Y-yes?”

Thankfully for him, Charlie seemed to catch on to his confusion pretty quickly. “You sound a little unsure? What’s on your mind?”

“...I guess I don’t really understand why you’re asking for my permission to come visit Adam and Ryker?”

He blinked cluelessly at the sound of Charlie’s light laugh. He didn’t think he’d said anything funny. Did Charlie not realise he was being serious? Though his cheeks flushed red at the embarrassment of being laughed at, he chose not to say anything else.

“You sweet thing. I meant I wanted to come see you. They’re both out this afternoon anyway, aren’t they? I think Ryker said their work schedules are pretty similar this week.”

Oh. It made sense now. However… it also didn’t. 

“You- you want to see me?” the vampire tilted his head. His fingers clutched the phone a little tighter as his heartbeat picked up a bit. This was so exciting. “Really? I- I’m not very good at talking to other people. People, uhm… they scare me.” 

“They scare me, too, buddy. You’re all good. Look, we can give it a miss today if you want? I’m happy to wait until a time where you’re feeling more comfy or one of the guys is around. I totally get it.” 

Carlos could have sworn he felt his heart stop for a moment. 

“No!” he practically cried, leaning forward in his seat as if it could possibly make his point any clearer. He had a death grip on the phone pressed to his ear while his other shaking hand dug Its nails into the leather that made up the couch. “N-no, please, I’ve only ever had two friends in my life. I love them so- so much b-but I don’t wanna be alone anymore. I want friends s-so much. Please come over? Please? I can make some human food for you if you’d like! I swear, I’ll do whatever you want!”

He knew he was being downright pathetic. He knew there was a good chance he was actively scaring his potential new friend away with his intensity, and yet he would have thrown himself onto his knees and begged like that if he were in front of him in that moment. 

Having heard his frantic voice, Ryker was by his side in an instant; resting a hand on his knee while the other arm held a paper towel to the cut on his arm. He’d clearly been in the middle of draining Carlos’ morning breakfast into a cup, and that only made Carlos feel all the worse. 

What is wrong with me? Why am I like this? Those same two questions repeated in his head over and over again.

“Carlos, you’re all good, man. It was just a suggestion,” Charlie was quick to reassure him. Nonetheless, Carlos could still feel the weight of his own panic creeping up on him, threatening to slowly push him into suffocation as if something was holding him against the wall by his throat. “It’s okay. I’ll come visit you this afternoon, then, yeah? Just like I suggested before. No one’s leaving y’alone.”

“I’m so-orry,” the vampire quietly hiccupped into his sleeve. “I’m sorry… I’m…” Behaving like a fucking toddler? Yeah, you are. 

He silently scowled at the voice in his head. It was so loud and so mean. Why couldn’t it just be nice to him? Why did it have to point out all his flaws and mock him as if he didn’t already know they were there? He was trying so hard to like himself just that little bit more. It was so hard…

Ryker squeezed his leg, seemingly trying to draw his attention away from whatever was bothering him. The vampire immediately glanced down at him distractedly, still holding onto the phone so tight his hands were shaking. 

“Sir?” he quietly whimpered. “I’m… I need… need…” He didn’t know what he needed. Didn’t know how to put how he was feeling into words because he’d never had to think about it before. Feelings didn’t matter. Hell, he hardly mattered. 

He guessed it was different now, wasn’t it? 

“I- I di’nt mean t’pressure you,” the vampire whispered in between more hiccups. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry… I told you I can’t speak to people…”

He was so grateful that Charlie had stayed on the line with him all throughout his little meltdown. Hearing his voice, knowing that he was still there only caused him to cry even more. 

“No, no, you’re doing good, man. I’ve been there before, yeah? I can’t tell you the amount of times I’ve struggled to find the right words or lost friends because I’ve said insensitive things without realising. Though, I’ve learnt that the more you do it, the easier it gets. So, what if we practiced together this afternoon?” 

“You- you still wanna come over?” The vampire nearly couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He glanced down at Ryker who was still kneeling by his legs, and the human gave him a comforting smile that silently assured him it was real. “You’ll be my friend?” 

There was another laugh. “Any friend of Adam and Ryker’s is a friend of mine. Look, I gotta finish my coffee and get ready for work but I’ll message Ryker with a time and you can expect to see me then, alright?” 

Carlos sheepishly wiped at his wet eyes, accidentally pricking his bottom lip with his fang as he bit it. “You mean it? You’ll really come?”

“Yeah, man. I promise. See you then?”

“O-okay.” Carlos nodded, somewhat more confidently this time. “Yeah. I will- uhm, see you then?” 

Ryker grinned the moment Carlos had hung up the phone. He took the phone from him and placed it down on the floor before taking his hand into both his own to squeeze it reassuringly. 

“You did it!” he exclaimed, the loud sound of his excited voice causing Carlos to jump a little. “I’m so proud of you for persisting!” 

“Tha-ank you?” He couldn’t tell if the human was being sarcastic or not. “I… I embarrassed myself, didn’t I, sir? I didn’t mean to…” 

Reaching up, Ryker affectionately ruffled the vampire’s growing hair with a smile. “Not at all. You’re doing well. I know Charlie very well - he’s one of my oldest friends, and there’s no one I’d trust more with someone I love than him.” 

That caused Carlos to look up from his lap. The wording was not lost on him, however clueless he usually found himself being. A small smile curved on his lips despite the wetness in his eyes, and he leaned forward to press his forehead to Ryker’s for just a moment; savouring the closeness between them before Ryker had to leave again. It was the only way he knew how to express his gratitude for him in that moment. Words were hard and he just did not have the strength to speak them anymore. 

He could only hope that Ryker understood the meaning behind his simple gesture. Otherwise, he’d be sure to find the words for it later. 

He needed Ryker to know how much he loved him, too. 

-

Carlos spent the entire day watching the clock on the wall and cleaning vigorously before his friend arrived. He’d made what Ryker had said earlier in the morning were his favourite sweets - cookies, cupcakes and a few store bought foods as well. Adam was even kind enough to do his makeup again and help him pick out an outfit for what must have been his very first visit from a friend ever. His friend, no less. Someone who was here for him, not his owners or the people around him. He wanted everything to be perfect. Wanted to prove that he could be a good friend to people, not just some dumb pet for them to take their anger out on.

He could do this. He could do this. He could do this.

When Charlie finally arrived at the designated time - right on time, might Carlos add - he had to let himself in, given the sun was looming right outside, threatening to attack the vampire if he so much as stepped an inch into the light. 

However, the second he had closed the front door, Carlos was already by Its side with his plate of cupcakes in his hand and a warm, excited smile on his face. “Thank you so much for coming,” he chirped as he held out said plate towards the human. “I made- uhm, your favourite cupcakes! Ryker gave me the recipe and helped me find all the ingredients for it. I hope you like them!” 

“He did, did he?” the human grinned as it slipped off Its shoes and placed Its bag down by the shoe rack. It leaned over to examine them before carefully taking one off the plate to bite into. “Boy knows me so well. These are excellent, Carlos.”

Carlos couldn’t help but feel amused at the way he spoke with his mouth stuffed with food. It reminded him so much of Adam. 

“Thank you! I worked very hard on them. Uhm, would you like to sit?” he asked, motioning to the living room where all the furniture was. “It’s just you and me this time, so… so you don’t have to sit on the floor. If- if you don’t want to, of course. Sir- I mean, Ryker said you might prefer the floor over the couch? I do sometimes, too.” 

The human shrugged. “The floor feels less formal, but I’m happy wherever. You’re looking wonderful today, might I add. Did Adam do your makeup for you?” 

“He did!” Carlos nodded, desperately trying to ignore the furious blush on his face as he plonked himself down on the couch and pulled his knees up to his chest for Charlie to sit down as well. As he did so, the human took another cupcake off the plate and began to eat that one, too. He likes them, Carlos realised with a giddy smile. “He purchased a practice makeup kit for me to use when he’s not around, but I’m not very good at it yet. I aim to get better, though.” 

“It’s a fun thing to learn. Can’t say I’m all that into it myself, but I see what It’s done for Adam. He loves it.”

It got Carlos wondering. “Well, what sort of things are you into, then? You said we could, uhm… pr-practice talking? So… is that a good start? You didn’t tell me all that much about yourself at the gathering…”

“Yeah, I guess I didn’t, did I?” Charlie offered him another smile as he shifted himself into the same position Carlos was in, but on the opposite side of the couch so they were facing each other. “Like I said, I suck at talking to people, too. I’m awkward and blunt and suck at reading body language and social cues. A lot of people don’t really like that. So… I tend to keep my distance. Keeps me safer, y’know?” 

Yes. Carlos knew exactly what it was talking about. 

“So… It’s not a vampire thing?” he asked quietly with a small tilt to his head. “That happens to me a lot, but I always thought I was just not smart enough to understand them, or- or that’s just how they treated vampires. Humans treat other humans that way as well?” 

He was saddened to see the human nod. “Unfortunately so.”

“That’s so sad.” 

Charlie shrugged. “I guess so. I have my little group of people who love and understand me regardless, so I don’t concern myself all that much with what the rest of the world thinks of me.” 

Carlos admired that. He cared far too much about what everyone else, particularly humans, thought of him. It was ingrained into his brain that his purpose was to please them, therefore he had to care, right? If there was one thing all the humans he’d lived with agreed on, it was that. 

“—but hey, fuck the rest of the world, right? Let’s talk about me.”

It surprised the vampire to hear himself laugh at the human’s rather vulgar language. 

“Yes!” he agreed, and the both of them eagerly leaned forward with their arms still tucked in their laps as if they were two gossiping school children. “Tell me everything there is to know.”

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It turns out, the two had a lot more in common with each other than they thought. Charlie happened to be right into his digital art - something Carlos had no idea even existed until then - along with cooking and movies. He also mentioned that he loved the dark - that there was something calming and peaceful about it in a way that the day just couldn’t bring. He said that he often went on night walks along the beach when he couldn’t sleep, or relaxed under the stars in his backyard with a picnic blanket beneath him. 

It all sounded infatuatingly wonderful to Carlos. He didn’t feel safe enough to go outside anymore. Not without another person there to keep him company, but the idea of it made him more than a little giddy. He hoped there would come a time where he could enjoy the stars and the dark again, just like he had as a child. 

The human also came to mention that he was a collector of sorts, too. He had a collection of rocks and leaves he found fascinating sitting on his coffee table for people to admire when they came over, along with the more “common” stuff, like Pokemon cards and little figurines. He’d apparently been collecting for years - ever since he was a child, and had plenty to show for it. 

Within just a few hours, Carlos had grown to adore this human so much it hurt. It was living, breathing proof that there were other people just like Carlos. That he wasn’t alone, even if many people had tried to convince him otherwise. 

—and as the human prepared to leave again rather late in the afternoon, Carlos hugged him tighter than he ever thought he’d be able to grip someone, fingers digging into his back and his head buried against Charlie’s shoulder. He was grateful that it didn’t seem to mind, and instead held him just as tight. 

“Please come back sometime,” he whispered, squeezing his eyes shut out of sheer desperation. “Please. You’re… you’re like me. I like you so much!” 

There was, once again, a laugh as Charlie stood with him in the doorway. He could hear and feel Adam and Ryker’s presence behind him, presumably moving things around and giving the place a quick clean after their day at work, but he didn’t care. Not right now.

 “I like you so much, too! I’ll be back very soon, man. Promise.”

Carlos couldn't help the grin that spread across his face as he hid it against the human's shoulder even more.

It was official. 

After ninety years of living on this god forsaken earth, Carlos Emrick had finally made a friend outside of Ryker and Adam.

He cried out of pure joy as he told his humans about his day that evening. It was easily on his list of best days ever, right underneath the day he met Ryker and the night he finally got to move in with him.

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[foreverdolly]

Do you read anyone else’s fics? Or does writing, take up all your time on here? I’m just genuinely curious if you have any favorite stories? ( you may of been asked this already) -

🤍lola

i will be honest- i don't read as much as i should on this site now that i'm writing daily, but i want to remedy that. if anyone has any recs or if you want me to read your writing, just message me ! i'm an absolute sucker for a well written fic. i'm not doing this in any sort of order btw ! just writing them down as they come to me. if i haven't mentioned a fic of yours- it's not because i don't like it ! it probably means that i just haven't gotten to it yet !

here are some fics that genuinely buttered my biscuit and had my one hundred and fifteen pound, tiny chihuahua-ass doing backflips down the hallway:

forbidden desire- @mamaspresley ( i read this three times within the first 48 hours of it being posted. i would suck the grease out of austin's hair in this movie like a damn rat. i'm jealous of the pitbull that got to chomp on this man's nutsack. i wish i was the doorframe where his ass got curb stomped. jackie did the damn thing on this one. if anyone knew how many times i've actually read this fic, someone might take my phone away from me. i told her that this was one of my favorite tumblr fics in the history of ever and she didn't believe me. "really?" yes, girl. yes. this had me doing the bend and snap. jackie you're so talented.)

to find a cure- @mamaspresley ( adorable. couldn't breathe the entire time. i had my inhaler in my lap and was clutching my modelo with my free hand. knuckles pale. knees quivering. mom's spaghetti. i'm nervous.)

into you - @dreamersparacosm ( this was actually one of the first austin fics i read post-elvis, which is super cool since you were one of my first mutuals as well ! ang, your writing is stellar. this shit had me doing laps around the house. i had to fight off the urge to propose to you. i told my mom about us. the way you write austin??? jesus, mary, joseph, the donkey and all the wise men.)

going method - @oh-austin (this is just so cute to read. it cured my depression and straightened out my scoliosis. i'm also no longer lactose intolerant, and i think this might also be connected to the series.)

the big shot mississippi boy - @ghxst-heart (i devoured this series in one sitting, and am anxiously awaiting part eight. the way that you are able to so accurately describe the 50's. . . it's almost as though you've lived it yourself ! not to mention the way that you write for elvis??? amazing amazing amazing. you deserve all the love.)

a whole man is hard to find- @aconflagrationofmyown (this fic is going to be my downfall, i can just feel it. marina- please don't give me a heart attack. i'm not ready to die yet. i haven't gotten to peg, and i have a few more things after that to cross off the ole' bucket list.)

familiarity- @blainesebastian (i adore this idea, and what you've done with it is absolutely out of this world. you have this fantastic way of making your reader inserts so relatable. it feels very real and i mean that in the best way possible. like any ole' person can run into austin butler while reaching for the coveted maple clusters. gorgeous.)

on a serious note: there's definitely way more than this. i'll be making a second post of more recommendations at a later date, that way everyone can get the love and appreciation that they deserve. thank you all for what you do for this fandom. just know that your hard work does not go unnoticed. i know that most of you either have school work or maybe even a full time job (like myself), and the fact that you set time aside to write for other's enjoyment is selfless, and quite amazing of you. you are seen, loved, and so so talented.

[isiratrieswriting]

Nocturnal Heart

It’s a moonless night, the thick clouds obscuring any trace of stars that could have kept me company on this lonesome errand. Walking on pavements that glisten treacherously under the glow of worn-out streetlamps, I take each step cautiously, my footfalls echoing in silence.

It had rained earlier. Shadows pool in corners, inky, writhing, as if with a mind of their own. Something scurries in the darkness before disappearing into the void. My breath hitches in my throat, and I can almost taste the faint scent of decay, lingering in the air-

A low, ominous rumbling in the distance. Thunder.

It’s going to rain again soon.

I reach into my coat pockets for my phone, the light of the screen washing me in a pale, ghostly hue. It is 02:43 AM-the world slumbers away, while I am awake.

Why am I awake?

Having rummaged the fridge for a quick midnight bite, I had found only empty tins, their labels tantalizing. I was fresh out of snacks.

I hate going out this late. Alone. I usually get my supplies with my friends. It’s fun doing it with them.

There have been certain incidents lately. People slaughtered in dark alleyways, as grotesquely as you could imagine. Blood and bones around the bodies. Flesh carved out, organs missing. Some speak in hushed tones, of vampires, werewolves and other devilish work at play. The less imaginative ones settle on trafficking rings that prey on lonely travelers.

It starts to rain. The drizzle is loud, punctuated by the occasional thunder. I wrap my coat tighter and turn up the collars. The cold pierces my limbs and I rub my hands together and blow on them, a feeble attempt at generating some warmth.

Which is why it took so long to feel another’s presence behind me.

I pause.

“Who’s there?” I ask the void, the darkness enveloping anything and everything. It stares back. The fog curls around and I don’t know what to look for. My heart is pounding now.

Until I experience an eerie sensation-that of one’s hair standing on the back of the neck.

I make out a humanoid shape. A stocky, well-built man. Panic grips me and my knuckles turn white as I clutch my bag too tightly.

I turn around and quicken my footsteps. He realizes that I have seen him and changes his game. The strides grow longer. And louder. I am being chased.

A primal instinct fills me - dread, anxiety? A bit of that, but also something more. Something insatiable. I find myself fumbling in my head, unable to name this emotion. It is always the same.

There is a familiar alley to my left that I often use as a shortcut. Darting quickly and hiding behind rusting trash cans, I finally catch a glimpse of my pursuer.

Disheveled. Drenched. Drunk too, probably. I can smell it.

There is a perverted glint in his eyes, as he scans the dirt and grime around, searching for prey. He has one hand in a pocket, could he be holding a knife? The rain is pouring down harder now. He might give up and leave at this rate.

That would be unfortunate.

Because he’d make a good snack.

“Man found dead in alley by morning shift workers on their way to factories. His chest cavity is hollowed and several organs are missing. The attack is similar to what we have been witnessing over the past days. Police are investigating the matter. Citizens are urged to stay alert and report any suspicious activity-”

The morning news report is cut short. Perhaps because of the thunderstorm. Not that I really care.

I finish restocking all the tins and put them back, except for the one labelled ‘heart’. Licking my lips in anticipation, I sigh in content. I can have my snack at last.

Vampires and werewolves- the rabble is always so dramatic with their hypothesis.

We’re just cannibals.

[risingriverphoenix]

hello! may i get some hc's for viper, reyna, and fade getting a "someone's in the house" text from their s/o? thank you!

AAA thank you so much for requesting! I'm so happy to give these lovely ladies some love

Warnings: Nothing too explicit (besides swears)

Reader pronouns are gender neutral

(Readmore under the cut)

Reyna

-It was pretty late when you got home from the day

-”Reyrey, I’m home!” you called out into the house. (She would always grumble and say she hated the nickname yet every time you used it, you could see the small smile as she looked away)

-But you got no reply. She must be running late to come home

-after finally getting comfortable and turning on the TV, that's when you heard movement upstairs

-Reyna had warned you that due to her joining the Valorant Protocol, being close to her could make you a target.

-too many overwhelming and frightening thoughts run through your head

-you grab your phone and quickly text your girlfriend

-Reyna rubs her eye as she yawns, looking at her phone, but that sleepiness immediately disappears when she reads your text

-oh boy, she's about to go fucking feral on someone-

-wait a minute. The only person upstairs is her. Whoops

-Reyna had actually come home early and fallen asleep in bed waiting for you. (Badasses need their sleep after a long week of terrorizing people!) But only just woke up a minute ago. She thought she heard the TV downstairs

-a cruel smile grew on her face. An idea.

-a chill seems to physically run down your spine as you clutch your phone to your chest, fearfully looking at the stairs.

-suddenly a cool hand grasps your shoulder from behind

-"Hello, beautiful~"

-with a startled yelp you turn around to see your girlfriend practically cackling

-you scold her harshly, I mean come on, does she want to give you a heart attack?!

-"I'm sorry, love, but I couldn't resist. You're too adorable when frightened."

-yeah she's not super sorry

-but seeing you're still a bit upset she brings you into an embrace, petting your head. "Oh my love, I would never let anything happen to you." She would give a kiss to your head. "I am sorry to have startled you."

-you can't help but feel safe in her arms, even if you're still somewhat mad. She was a weapon in human form, but to you she was your safe haven.

-"If I cook all your meals this weekend, will you forgive me?" She smiles already knowing the answer. Chuckling a bit when a in muffled yes is given

-once finally in bed with you though, does take a moment to think "what WOULD she do if someone did break in"

-no. She doesn't want to even think of the idea of someone harming even a single hair on your head

-if ANYONE was going to come after you, they basically just signed their own death certificate

-she cannot lose you. She will not lose you.

-Everytime she's going into the battlefield now, she will take no prisoners. There will be no one left to even think of hurting you

Viper

-Normally she’ll have her communications that aren’t valorant related muted, she doesn’t like to be disturbed. But she’ll always make an exception for you

-But getting a surprise text saying that someone is in your house isn’t exactly great

-She knew that having you not live with her would leave the door open to danger for you, but she wanted to let you make that choice.

-it makes a ping of adrenaline go through her, and not in the good kind

-”Get to the safe room. I’ll be there as soon as possible.” she's texts

-She did at least have the plan to have a safe area if anything were to happen. And you said she was being dramatic

-It felt like hours as your chest felt tight and your heart pounded in your ears. You had heard a window be smashed in and boots hit the ground. You hid in your safe spot, praying for them to just leave

-It had been silent now for a while, but you didn’t want to take that chance.

-Suddenly you heard the softest of footsteps approach you, and then a small knock on the door. You didn't respond, just staring at the door, fearful for what was on the other side

-”Y/N, are you in there? It’s Sabine. We’ve scoured the area and it’s clear now-”

-Before she could finish you had thrown the door open and hugged her tightly.

-She was stunned at first, but seeing how terrified you were, she embraced you back, her hand combing through your hair. “I’m here… I’m so sorry I couldn’t be here sooner…”

-She doesn’t even ask the others, but just states that you will now be living on base with her. If anyone has any complaints, they can take it directly up with her.

-She's also now recommending/forcing you to learn proper self defense skills.

-But as she holds you close that night, she prays you would never have to use them...

Fade

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-She’s the one to cause other people fear, not have it done to her

-”I will not let them take anyone else I love.”

-She was only gone for a few minutes when you heard the front door kicked in. You scrabbled to your shared bedroom and hid under the bed, praying for them not find you.

-you managed to send the text before hearing them come up the stairs

-the last room they searched just had to be the bedroom.

-your heart pounded loudly in your ears as you saw unfamiliar boots step towards the bed.

-"Nightmare, take them!" Is loudly heard throughout the house

-Fade had told you early on, even before your Romantic relationship, about her powers. She's able to control her powers well, of course, but she told you that if you ever had to be around her when she used them, just close your eyes and cover your ears. She would tell you when it was over.

-and so you did. Pressing your palms to your ears and squeezing your eyes shut, you curled up as the nightmare covered the house.

-the floor shook from what you assumed to be people running

-your heart beating in your ears almost tunes out the screams of the intruder… almost.

-you hear it. You hear that pure fear and terror in their voice.

-And then suddenly… nothing. It's quiet.

-you can't tell if that's good or bad right now, too frightened to leave your spot.

-when suddenly there's a hand grabbing your shoulder

-you yell and scream, hitting away their hand, trying to scoot away, calling out for your girlfriend

-"Shit- Y/N, hey, hey! It's me! It's just me!" She doesn't know if she should reach again or pull away so her hand is held in the air awkwardly.

-Your heart feels like it's going to explode at this point, but seeing your girlfriend and her worried eyes FINALLY brought some small bits of comfort.

-seeing you recognize her, she reached her hand out again to you, this time you take it. She helps pull you out from under the bed, and into your arms

-she holds you tightly as you embrace each other

-you know she's trying to put on a brave face, but the tears about to fall from her eyes say otherwise

-after that she asks, no she practically begs, that you come live on base with her. She even offers to extra work, she'll do anything to make sure you're somewhere safe

-They agree of course. You already know so much about the VP, you may as well love here as well

-that night, as Fade holds you in her arms as you fall asleep, she realizes she just experienced one of her own fears

-the possibility of losing you… and she can never let something like this happen to you, ever again.

Thank you again!!

Requests are open for everyone right now!!

[gukguktae]

How do you think the guys would react to subconsciously holding/grabbing their s/os boob/s? not even sexually, like I feel like after some time if the maknae was holding you and got scared it’d just be his natural reaction to grab y/n and her left tit.

AN: This actually made me giggle, you could almost hear their reaction if they accidentally touch your boobs. Lmao! This is just a quick whip, so I hope you still enj. and Thank you for your request.

-Also, to other requests? Please be patient, I am writing other things and my single braincell can't handle that much.

Genre: this one is just fluffy

Title: The one with the boobies (Maknae Line)

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Jimin

“Jimin, stop pushing yourself against me! This is your fucking idea.” You whisper-shouted as both of you made your way inside The Horror House.

“I’m not pushing! I’m protecting you from behind.” He would have been more convincing if his voice wasn’t trembling.

“Watch out for that, I think that’s a person?” You leaned down on a small jail, the light inside was flickering and there was a frame of a person in there.

“Baby, no! Don’t be a hero.”

“Jimin, I think-“

Both of you started screaming and running as fast as you can from the first room. When you reach the door for the next room Jimin was panting and trying to catch his breath while being aware of the surroundings, as you were. You tip-toe your way to the next room like it would help, it was quiet, too quiet. While he’s behind you, holding your waist and ready to throw you if there’s anything that will jump in front of you.

“Jimin, stop that!” He kept flinching at every light that flicks and it’s making you flinch too.

“YN! I’m fucking terrified I can’t help it!”

A zombie that’s chained to the wall on your left tried to catch the both of you. Jumping from the shock and screaming in place for 5 second then it was followed by a flash. You felt a hand grab your left boob, but you were too busy getting a heart attack to brush it off.

After coming out from the last room you saw the exit and ran faster, “I fucking hate you for making us do that.” You cursed at Jimin, who’s also clutching his chest.

“Yeah, I hate me too.” He giggled.

You walked your way to a booth. “This is the best photo we ever snapped in there.” The attendant muttered. He handed you collage of your pictures, and on one of the frames you saw the reason why he’s chuckling.

Looking up from your lashes with a frown on your face, “What?” You handed him paper. “Oh, it was an accident.” A smirk forms his face, he’s being honest, but he couldn’t help but find it funny.

“You squeezed!” You turn your heels and walk away from him.

He checked the photo again, he did squeezed, “YN! Baby!” Jimin called laughing, “I swear it was an accident!”

Taehyung

You’ve been dating Taehyung for weeks now, since its new nothing happened yet, not even kissing on the lips. When he asks you to stay the night you were kind of hesitant because of nervousness, but eventually you said yes.

“YN, here. I found clothes you could wear.” He said on the other side of the door.

You unlock and grab the clothes from him, “Thanks, love.”

He let you change while he picks for a movie to watch. The clothes that he gave you are a pair sweat shirt and a short, the top is thick enough so you decided not to wear a bra underneath to feel more comfy. When you walked out the bathroom Taehyung was already lying in the sofa on his phone waiting for you.

“What are we watching?” You asked.

“Miracle in Cell No. 7” He answered.

You lay down beside him on the spacious sofa, he was too focused on the screen, but he wanted to hug you. However, he wrap his arms on a wrong place, touching your right boob, it took him a few second to react and raises his arms.

“Oh sh- I didn’t meant to-“

“The movie just started, love.” You teased turning to face him.

“No, I wasn’t trying to- YN, I swear!” he whined, panicking like a little boy making you giggle.

You shake your head about to tease him more, “At least, let the intro finish.”

Taehyung shut his eyes; his face is painted with embarrassment in the shade of red. “I just want to cuddle you.” He mumbled in a pout.

Jungkook

You were playing a blind fold game with your boyfriend Jungkook and his other friends Jimin, Taehyung and Jin. It was Taehyung’s idea to pass the time while you all wait for your cars to arrive and take you to the airport, but that’s 3 hours from now.

Slowly bending down as Jimin reach his hand on your way, he’s been blind folded for 10 minutes now. When you successfully remove yourself from his reach you chuckled and ran away from him, Jimin turn a quick left touching Jungkook’s shoulders. Everyone burst out laughing making it easy for Jimin to guess who he tagged.

“Jaykay!” He shouted in glee finally taking the cloth off him.

After Jimin tied the blindfold on Jungkook, he was quick to run around the room like he knows it from the back of his hand. Everyone couldn’t stop from giggling as he try to reach from everywhere, until he cornered you.

“I feel like there’s someone in here.” He was so sure of himself that he continue going on your way.

You stopped from giggling and breathing as he slowly reaches on your area, you stay still thinking that he’ll leave you alone. “Is this Jimin? Or Yn? They have the same perfume.”

Jimin giggled from his spot making it obvious that it’s you. Jungkook kept getting closer, he settled his left hand on your boob, he didn’t realize where he places it until everyone started to laugh and you did too.

“Baby, that’s my breast.”

He removes his blindfold first to confirm, he scrunches his nose showing his bunny smile appears as his face gets red, but it took him several more second before removing his hand. “Sorry.”

“Yah, Jeon Jungkook! You pervert!” Jin shouted laughing.

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[prettytoxix]

Panic Attack

Eddie Munson x Reader

A/n: I am so in love with Eddie, it’s a problem. Please enjoy this little blurb of Eddie helping you with a panic attack. :)

Summary: y/n is having a panic attack and calls Eddie to help her through it.

Content: sorta fluff, y/n has panic attack, Eddie being a gentlemen

Word count: 1077

I get home from a long day at school and shut my bedroom door behind me without even saying a single word to my family. The gates open at that point and I can feel my body changing. I throw my backpack to the ground and find my place on the floor. Tears start to flood my eyes and it becomes hard to breathe.

My mind floods with thoughts from the day's hardships. I’m not sure exactly what triggered this- this anxiety attack thing but I know it’s probably more of a build-up rather than one set factor. I tend to push things down and forget about them until it becomes too much.

I try my breathing technique to calm myself down. In 1…2…3…4… hold 1…2…3…4 out 1….2…3…4… hold 1… 2…3…4… repeat. I sit on the floor just breathing trying to calm myself as the thoughts continue to build up.

you’re not good enough

You’re not lovable

Everyone pretends to like you

You’re never going to make it in life

It seems like I had made little progress before those thoughts flooded my brain, but now that they have their place in my mind I revert back to step one. I curl up on the floor and notice that my heart is racing now. Like I had just run a mile as fast as I could. Then I hear a knock on my door.

“Are you okay?” my mom asks through the door.

“Yes! I’m fine!” I muster, trying to sound normal so no more questions are asked.

“Alright, well there's some snacks set out on the counter. We have to leave to take your sister to an appointment. we’ll be back around dinner.”

“Okay! See you later!” I ended up sounding more snappy than normal but my mom doesn’t pry anymore.

My breathing is still hard to get under control. I have an idea as to what might help but it might not work. I get up and make it to the side of my bed where my phone is. I sit on the floor, my back against the bed frame. I clutch my chest feeling my racing heart. I dial in the number for my boyfriend. He has to know what to do, we’ve talked about this before and he’s told me how he handles them.

The phone rings and I shut my eyes tightly, hand still on my chest, and my breathing somehow getting worse.

“Hello?” He picks up.

“Hey, Eddie...” I say, I feel like he can hear the alarm in my voice.

“Is everything okay, sweetheart?” he’s concerned now, which is exactly what I didn’t want.

“Yeah… uhm—I think I’m having a panic attack…” Saying it out loud feels so wrong. Because While I’ve confronted it and accepted the matter, it doesn’t make it go away.

“Oh y/n. Give me one moment and I’ll help you, alright? Just sit tight for one second.” He leaves and I can hear him moving rooms as the sound gets quieter and quieter. He picks up the line again. “Sorry, I just thought it would be easier to talk from the phone in my bedroom. Now tell me, what’s going on, princess?”

“I feel like- I can’t- I can’t breathe and- and my heart rate is really high,” I tell him

“Okay…” he pauses to think. “Do you know what a grounding technique is?” His tone is really soft and gentle which makes it easier to listen.

“No?” I say muddled as my breath is still out of control. Eddie can surely hear my struggle with controlling my breathing pattern.

“Well, you’re trapped in your head right now. So a grounding technique is basically … it just pulls you out of your head and back to the real world.” He trails off as if he’s waiting for me to respond and then carries on with his explanation. “We’ll do it together okay?”

“Okay.” I wish I could say more than that but my body is forcing me to be a prisoner to itself.

“I’m going to start by naming five things I see, okay? I see… my guitar, my quilt, a notebook with song ideas, my phone, and I see one of my many posters. Now tell me five things you see. Think you could do that for me, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, uhm…” I take a deep breath before starting to list off anything. “I see my bed…backpack…phone…bookshelf…and a bouquet of flowers.”

“Great job, princess. Now we’re gonna list off four things we can feel, alright? I can feel my bed, my phone, my guitar, and my notebook. Your turn.”

“Okay, I can feel my bed… my carpet… my phone… and my blankets.”

“You’re doing great, y/n. Now we’re gonna name 3 things we can hear. I can hear cars outside, I can hear you breathing, and I can hear the wind against my window. You go.”

“I can hear your voice… I can hear people walking past my house… and I can hear the TV.”

“Perfect. Now we’re gonna list two things we can smell. I can smell weed, obviously,” He laughs. “and I can smell my clean blankets.”

“I can smell my flowers and my perfume.”

“You’re doing amazing! Okay, last one! Now we name just one thing we can taste. I can taste the soda I was drinking before you rang.”

“I can taste water.” I’m not sure if that counts, but water is the only thing I’ve had since lunch today.

“you already sound more relaxed. Do you want me to stay on the phone longer? I can come over or I could pick you up?”

“I think I’m fine now, thank you Ed’s. I love you.” I’m not fully back but better than I was five minutes ago.

“I love you too, y/n. Call me if you need anything else, alright? I’ll be around if you need me.”

“Thank you, Eddie.” I hang up the phone and climb on top of my bed. I just lay there for a while and eventually doze off in this new relaxed state. That went a lot better than I expected it to.

[tojisun]

Haha OH MY GOD gojo feeling love at first sight to y/n but being like “what the fuck is this?” and demanding to be seen by a doctor at a hospital is so HIM, what a diva. Will you consider making a one shot expanding on the short drabble you wrote on that scene? It sounds hilarious. Ur under no obligation tho ur probably busy.

No but just gojo trying to play it cool as he strolls out the diner while toji’s fuming and y/n is just like ??? “Weird kids, but they seem nice ig??”

And as soon as he leaves the diner he starts collapsing onto the pavement clutching his chest while getou’s trying to get him to calm down—

“It’s called attraction, Gojo-“

“—what does the most stunningly beautiful person I’ve ever seen in my life have ANYTHING to do with my heart attack, suguru?!”

(Meanwhile shoko’s just taking pictures of his breakdown and sending them to utahime).

[x]

HDPGAPJFPAO NO BECAUSE THIS IS SO FUNNT IM IN TEARS OH MY GOD THIS IS WHAT HAPPENED

like satoru got this big fake smile at seeing toji only to have his whole breathing capacity stolen when his eyes landed on you. (cue wildest dreams playing in the background). 

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whatever snide remarks that satoru prepared to say to the prodigal son of the zenins fizzles out of his memory when his eyes met yours. his brain has turned into a mush, leaving nothing intelligible.

his heart begins palpitating and satoru, for a second, is worried that you are a curse who managed to sneak up on him and attack him because why else is his heart running itself ragged? it’s going faster than satoru can conjure thoughts and that is so damn worrisome. fuck, is he sick?

“satoru?” he hears suguru ask from beside him, following up the question with a poke on satoru’s side. satoru is jolted back into reality where he meets your eyes again, causing all his organs to? collapse?

“uhhhhh,” satoru says unintelligently, pawing at suguru and clutching at his hand tight when satoru managed to locate it. suguru hisses, shaking off satoru’s death grip but satoru has his hand hostaged.

shoko finally looks up from her phone, and satoru can see her eyeing them in confusion.

“what the fuck do you want?” toji asks. 

satoru wants to ask himself that question. what in the ever loving fuck do i want? and follows it with a what the fuck am i doing?

satoru has no answer to both so he turns around, pulling suguru along with him and marches out the door. shoko follows quietly behind the two of them, eyes glancing back-and-forth between her two friends and her phone where she’s probably messaging utahime.

satoru catches toji go, “what the fuck?” again, and satoru turns his head around, preparing to stick out his tongue at toji when he sees you looking at him again.

satoru swivels forward, marching faster despite the complaints of suguru.

the moment the diner is out of sight, satoru collapses at the pavement, hand gripping at his uniform as if to clutch his thundering heart and willing it to fucking calm down.

“i need to go to the doctor. suguru call an ambulance, oh kami, your best friend is about to die young!” satoru says dramatically, waving his hand around as he spits out orders that suguru is not even following.

“what the hell’s going on?” suguru asks instead.

satoru wheezes out in reply, double clutching at his uniform now when he remembered you. “i’m having a heart attack!”

“no, you’re not,” shoko quips in before going back to tapping away at her phone.

satoru grumbles loudly. “no you don’t understand! when i saw that girl, my heart started going so fast and i think she did something to me because why else am i feeling this?!”

his outburst is met with a wide-eyed and suppressed smile look from shoko, and an unimpressed stare from suguru. clearly, they know something that satoru doesn’t.

“what?”

shoko breaks out in laughter while suguru heaves a very deep sigh before coming down to sit beside satoru. “you have a crush.”

"no, i don’t!”

“yes, you do.”

“my heart is thumping and you’re telling me i have a crush? are you out of your mind? i could literally be dying right now and you’re telling me this is a simple crush- do you know who i am? crush? crush? suguru what the–”

“it’s called attraction, satoru. chill out–”

“–fuck? like what does the most beautiful and good-looking and stunning and beautiful–“

“you said beautiful twice.”

“–person i have ever met got to do with my heart attack, which, by the way, is about to kill me and yet my best friends are not deterred at all– my god! you want me dead–”

"well, now i do.”

“–you want me dead! i’m surrounded with snakes, oh kami what did i ever do to deserve this–”

"fuck it– fine! fine we’re calling a doctor already! damn satoru, you just don’t shut up, huh?”

satoru finally stops with his rant, and he turns his bright and fake teary eyes to suguru. “when i die, i’ll give you my violin.”

suguru breathes in sharply as though restraining himself from whacking satoru, “i don’t need your violin.”

satoru whines pathetically at suguru’s refusal. suguru rolls his eyes at satoru again before turning to shoko. shoko’s laughing at them two, phone out and steady despite her uncontrollable laughter.

satoru doesn’t know if shoko’s recording whatever breakdown that satoru had to send it to utahime, or she’d been video-calling her girlfriend.

all satoru knows is that he’s not dying, but he is truly lost as to why he feels the way that he does when he saw you. he’s been around countless women before, and yet none of them ever made him feel this way. he is quite scared at what these feelings mean.

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“if you ever see those kids again, run the other way,” toji says, uncharacteristically serious.

“how come?” 

he half shrugs. “white hair despite being 18? that’s weird.”

“...right.”

[rommahh]

Love On Tour…Actually

{Im sorry for how late this was. I went to the show Friday and honestly, it was the best day of my life. I had a little PCD which made me super unmotivated but I’m back. I love you all, R}

You woke up a little grumpy, you won’t lie. You didn’t like waking up alone especially on a show day. It made you uncomfortable to be left to your own devices without any structure or schedule. You understood that Harry was a busy man but it would’ve been nice to receive some text so you could plan your day accordingly.

Sitting on the couch in the lounge of your hotel room, you chowed down on leftover pasta while watching Netflix on your iPad. You had yet to receive a text from Harry even though you had texted him hours ago when you woke up. It was hard to tell if he was ignoring you out of anger or if he was simply just lost in track. Either way you felt dejected.

On the other hand, Harry hadn’t even noticed that he iced you. He was busy running around Nashville trying to get things ready for tonight’s show. He bought you a new dress and shoes, and got the ring fitted. It was hard to figure out your ring size but he end up measuring your finger when you were passed out asleep in bed last night. When you slept, you slept and he knew that would be the perfect time to measure your finger.

Harry was so busy that morning, that by the end of his errands he realized he didn’t even have time to go back to the hotel before rehearsals. He was sporting a small cough and his vocal chords felt overworked but that’s all apart of tour.

Pulling his phone out of his back pocket as he walked into the arena, he dialed your number quickly. He had people trying to talk to him but he paid them no mind.

“Oh? Would you look who’s here?” Harry’s head shot up to the sound of your voice. There you sat on his dressing room couch, arms crossed over one another as you glared at him. Your gaze burned through him and he could just tell he was in trouble.

“Hello lovie.” Harry rasped.

“Harry you sound like shit but here you are up and about running around. You should’ve slept in this morning.” Scolding as you stand up to walk in front of him. Harry could feel the anger radiate off of you but you hid it well. He melted into your hands that cupped his warm cheeks.

“I had a lot of errands to run and I didn’t want to wake you. Also it’s just a sore throat from singing and traveling- comes with being on tour.” He mumbles dropping his head into your neck. You caress the hairs on the back on his neck and massage the tense muscles.

“You’ve got to think about yourself more, Harry. You have a show to put on but you can’t put on your best show if you’re not at your best. I am not happy with you at all.” Even though your words were scolding him, you held him your arms in the most soothing way. That’s what Harry loved about you, you cared for him like no one else could (aside from his mom). You could tell him off with your harshest words but he’d always feel your love from miles away.

“You’re right love, sorry for not keeping in touch today.” You hum in acknowledgement. You both pulled away from each other when his driver walked in with Harry’s abundance of bags. “Thank you, sir.”

“What all did you buy?” You ask walking towards the bags. Harry’s arm shot out in front of you making you stop. You looked up at him in shock. “Fine be secretive.”

You huffed before making your way back to the couch. Harry rolled his eyes at you, making way to his shopping bags. Plucking the bag from Nordstrom he plopped it down on the table in front of you.

“I just didn’t want you snooping at some other stuff. I bought you this, for tonight.” He sat down beside you, thighs touching leaving no room between you two.

“Im not trying to be mean. Just a little peeved that you left this morning without telling me. You also have a cold and I wanna take care of you since you won’t do it.” A hand rubs his forehead luring his eyes shut.

“Sorry baby, I thank you for caring so much.” He whispers sleepily.

“Im always gonna care for my bubs.” Kissing him on the lips, your turn your attention to the bag. The small grey bag had light tissue paper covering the product within the bag. The tissue falls to the floor as you dig into the bag. A silky champagne dress, folded neatly to decrease wrinkles, sits in the bag. The dress was soft and you knew it was loose enough to give you the room to dance. Soft snores escaped the boy beside you- the exhaustion evident on his face.

You pull the dress out of the bag and walk over to where his outfit of the night hung. The dress was hung beside his to be steamed for later. Turning around, you smile at the sight of your curled up boyfriend. Your heart hurt knowing that in a few minutes he would have to go rehearse.

Harry sleepily went through rehearsals sitting in a chair the whole time. He knew his stage cues and performance, he only had one more thing to rehearse but it required for you to not be in the room. He gave one look to Jeff to signal him to get you out. Jeff made up some excuse saying that he needed help with some social media post for the show.

Before the show, there was a catered dinner from some local restaurant. Harry ate a light meal of fresh vegetables and a sweet iced tea which has grown on him having lived in the states for some years. You ate grilled chicken and fries enjoying the free food. The two of you ate alone in his dressing room- wanting a moment of piece before the crazy.

“How are you feeling?” You ask Harry. He shrugs, he was more nervous than anything but you wouldn’t understand why if he had told that to you. He felt floaty. Tonight would be a game changer, a step in a whole new direction. This is something he’s wanted to do for years now but it’s finally happening, and he’s scared.

"Im ok, a little tired but what else is new. I can't wait to sleep all night and cuddle with you." He grabs your hand from across the table. you squeeze it, frowning at his revelation.

"I don't like that you're so tired." You worry, his hand squeezes yours in reassurance.

“Im ok, it’s all apart if the job.” He looks down to your bare ring finger, thumb brushing over the empty spot. Your nails were done in your favorite way, some funky pattern you found from Pinterest all painted on short coffin nails.

“I love you Harry and I’m so proud of you. I know that these years put us both in a bad place mentally but I’m happy of where we are now.” Harry could almost tear up to your words. They settled into his mind, resonating. He was making the perfect decision and you solidified that ideal.

2014

Harry didn’t know how they did it. A show every night, a new state everyday, a new country every few months- he was burnt out. He was tired of shared tour buses and the lack of autonomy. Last nights LA show was amazing, the crowd was amazing, the energy was amazing- so why did he feel so horrid?

He walked around in The Grove, security guards walking in front and behind him. He wanted a peaceful day alone but here they were. Fans watched suspiciously trying to decipher if it was Harry or not. His hat and sunglasses were obviously not the disguise he thought they would be.

As the whispers got louder, his heart started to flurry more. Panic seeped into his veins as he looked for an escape. Bolting in the Barnes and Nobles- security guards close behind- Harry asked for the employees to close shop just for a moment. Harry only needed a moment to get a car near by to escape to. Feeling overwhelmed, Harry hid.

In between the historical fiction and romance aisle is where he sat. Head between his knees, trying to catch his breathe.

“Are you ok?” A voice asked from above him. His head whipped up in shock. Standing there was you, three books clutched between your arms. Adjusting your dress you dropped down to the floor in front of him.

“I-im fine, tired but fine.” He replied. He looked different than he did the night before, you thought. Last night, he was energetic and full of life and now, now you saw a boy whose exhaustion overpowered him.

“You here for any books?” You were just trying to change the subject, something you did with yourself when you had panic attacks.

“Oh no, I don’t-“ he stuttered shaking his head. You smiled at him before pulling a book from your stack. The fault In Our Stars, your new favorite.

“I love this book, one of my favorites. Heard a movie is coming out too so that’s fun.” You joke. Harry’s relaxed slightly, you nestled closer to him. Opening the book, you began reading, your gentle voice calming Harry.

At the start of chapter four, an interruption pulled you both away. Harry’s security guard told Harry that a car was waiting and the perimeter of the store was clear. Harry nodded telling the guard to give him five more minutes.

“I guess this is it.” You mumble closing your book. Harry nods but makes no move to leave. Something clicks in him as he looks at your face again.

“You were at the concert last night, meet and greet?” He muses.

“Yeah, One Direction is my favorite band. My friend bought our vip tickets for my birthday. Best night ever.” You say quietly, scared that he might think that you’re some obsessed fan.

“Oh, well I’m glad you enjoyed the show….so why didn’t you freak out today or- or expose where I was?”

“You’re a human being, just like me. You get nervous, frustrated, and sad just like me. You get panic attacks just like. Who am I to treat you differently?” Your words did so much for Harry. “Now don’t get me wrong, you’re my favorite in the band, but I don’t idolize you nor do I wish to be in your position cause I know it must be hard.”

“It is. Hard, I mean, really really hard. I love my job but I’m tired.” The silence you two shared burned a connection between you two. “This may be weird but could I have your number? I like talking to you and I wanna hear more of this book.”

Placing your hand made bookmark in the book, you closed in and gently placed it on Harry’s lap. “Have it. I have one at home and if you still want to talk about it- I’ll give you my number.”

Harry stills as the book sits in his lap. “I want to talk to you about the book.”

After exchanging numbers, Harry was urged by you to go. Walking side by side to the door, you were separated by his security.

“Harry, don’t let this keep hurting you. Find the joy and grasp on to it.”

You turned out to be his joy. Calls every night after shows and different books being read together, you both gravitated towards each other. Everyday was a new day to grow closer together. He invited you to more concerts, paying for every ticket because he just needed to be with you.

The show was going beautifully. Harry looked amazing in stage in all white and most fans were captivated by your outfit too. It worried you to see Harry so exhausted on stage but you knew he would stick it through like he always does. Proud was an understatement in your eyes. Harry made you more than proud.

You stood in the back of the watermelon pit at the end of the aisle where his stage stopped a few feet away. Jeff stood beside you like he normally did but he was acting suspicious. You two never stood on the side of Harry’s exit but this is where Jeff said you’d get the best view tonight.

Harry sang his final ‘we’ll be alright’ before doing his stage stroll and bows, but instead of finishing in the middle of the stage- he went down stage to the place he normally exits to at the end of the night. You watched in confusion, along with the crowd, as he walked down the steps to you. The crowd erupted in screams as the lights focused on where you were standing.

“What are you doing?” You asked with large eyes of shock. You felt your heart stop in your chest. The crowd getting louder by the moment. Harry walked closer to you, one hand digging into his pocket while his eyes focused on your face. You couldn’t place what was happening but you’re eyes welled with even more tears nonetheless. Jeff was to the side with a huge smile and his phone out to capture the moment.

“Y/N, my love, my light, the best thing that has happened to me,” he didn’t have his mic on so the crowd couldn’t hear him but you could hear him perfectly. As if you two were the only ones in the large arena, you could only see Harry. “From the moment I met you in the bookstore, I knew you were meant to be in my life. Somehow you took me from my darkest place and guided me to my lightest.

I know our lives have been hard but we’ve always found a way to be alright. I want that for the rest of my life. I want you to be by my side for the rest of my life, so will you please, my love, marry me?”

You gave him no time to answer as you yanked him up by his arm. You wept as you exclaimed loud yeses, yeses that could be heard by a few fans who screamed in excitement igniting the rest of the crowd to scream. Harry picked you up in his arms, throwing one arm out to wave at the crowd before bounding backstage.

“Oh my god Harry!” You exclaimed as he set you down. He only had a few minutes to talk so you kept it quick. You pulled his face down to your kissing his lips. This kiss pulled you both deeper into each other.

He pulled away making you whine. “I gotta go back but I promise you’ll get it all tonight. I can’t believe you said yes. I love you so much.”

Harry’s energy multiplied by 100 going back on stage. He even went as far as to explain what watermelon sugar was about. Remembering when the song was made, it made your legs clench together- a pulse overwhelming your lower regions.

Looking down at your hand, you could feel yourself tear up again at the ring he bought you. It fit perfectly in your hand, you remember him measuring your hand that night even though he thought you were asleep. The thought of your future made your heart swell. A future with new music, a wedding, a nice house, and babies made your heart swell. This was something you couldn’t wait for.

Harry found his joy in you but he never knew about the joy he was to your dark life.

[seanfalco]

Hello, dear best writer I know XD could I possibly request 19 and 26 (smut of course) for Nathan? (welcome back)

d'awww! you certainly can <3 hope you enjoy bb!

Can't Hardly Wait

prompt(s): "Were you masturbating?" + "How funny do you think teasing is now?" word count: 945 warnings/tags: mention of masturbation, some light snogging a/n: I rewrote the ending to this one like three different times until I found the right blend of funny, sweet, and sexy :3

Letting out a sigh, you flopped back atop your bed and checked your phone.  The last text you’d received from Nathan had been several hours ago when he’d boarded the plane home.  It seemed he hadn’t landed yet.

Of course you’d been invited on the trip as well, and as much as you’d liked to have gone, your request for time off had been denied, leaving Nathan to holiday alone with his father.

“Actually, y’know what, I’ve changed my mind!  I’m stayin’ here!”

“You’d really rather sit around here while I’m away at work than spend a week in Spain with your dad?”

“Yes!  The company is infinitely better.”

In the end, you’d managed to talk him into it, persuading him to give Mike a chance.  After all, he actually seemed to be trying to make up for the past and forging a relationship with Nathan.  Besides, if he was gunna pay for the trip, why pass that up?

The only problem was, you didn’t realize how much you were gunna miss him.  Sure, he’d kept in contact, texting and calling you every night, but it wasn’t the same as him being there.  Falling asleep without him next to you had nearly proved impossible and thought you’d tried sexting, getting off on your own just wasn’t as fun, and to top it off, you were horny again and you didn’t know if you could wait for him to get home.

“Aw fuck it,” you muttered, pulling your pants off and slipping your hand under your knickers.  At least you could read back through the sexy stuff Nathan had sent you the other night.

Lost in your building pleasure, you didn’t hear the door to your flat open and shut, or Nathan’s footsteps as he crept toward the bedroom.

“Honey, I’m home!” he called, flinging the bedroom door open, and you instinctively scrambled to yank your hand free and cover yourself with the blanket.  “Well, hello there.  Were you masturbatin’?” Nathan exclaimed with a laugh, his face lighting up gleefully at the way yours warmed with embarrassment.

“No!” you exclaimed stubbornly, but it was obvious Nathan already knew.

“I can’t believe you got started without me,” he cried, clapping his hand over his heart and feigning offense.  “Please at least tell me you were thinkin’ about me,” he teased, crawling atop the bed toward you.

“Was I?” you replied, pretending to think, “I can’t seem to remember.”

Nathan gasped.  “And here I thought you missed me!  I suppose you encouraged me t’go on this trip just t’get rid of me,” he accused, playing along, raising his thick brows as he plucked at your shirt.

“Oh shit, you’re onto me,” you laughed, gasping for breath as Nathan began to tickle you, his sly fingers ferreting out all your most ticklish places.  “I give, I give!” you cried, tears of mirth pricking your eyes as you fought to escape him and finally he relented, settling atop you.

“I didn’t know how soon you were getting home.  You were s’posed t’let me know when you landed,” you chastised as soon as you had control over your voice again, your laughter fading.

“I know, my phone died,” Nathan replied with a shrug.  “Thought I could surprise you, but th’surprise was on me.  Found yeh gettin’ started without me!” he cried, shaking his head ruefully.

“At least it wasn’t with anyone else,” you joked, quickly fending off a second attack.

“You little tart!” he gasped, though his indignant expression was spoiled by the grin that tugged at his lips.  “And here I was gunna shag your brains out, like th’good boyfriend I am!  But if y’wanna just flick the ol’ bean yourself, I can go knock one out in the bathroom–”

“No!” you exclaimed, clutching at his shirt as he moved to pull away and Nathan’s grin broadened, your desperation going straight to his head.

“How funny d’yeh think teasin’ is now?” he taunted, his voice turning decidedly husky, sending a shiver through you.

With an indignant huff, your lips turned down into a pout.  “I missed you,” you mumbled, your eyes flicking up to his and his expression softened.

“Y’missed me, did yeh?” he murmured, crawling back over you, his arms resting on either side of your head, boxing you in.

You nodded, biting your lip.

“Y’missed the beast, huh?” he continued, rutting his hips teasingly against your clothed cunt.

With a whimper, you nodded again, sliding your hands under his loose t-shirt and up his back.

“Coincidentally, I missed your pretty fanny too,” he breathed, pausing to kiss along your jaw and down your neck while he fumbled to unsnap your bra.  “In all seriousness though,” Nathan murmured when he pulled back, his expression surprisingly tender as his gaze roamed your face, “I don’t really fancy th’idea of takin’ any more trips without you.”

For a moment, affection flooded you and you took his face between your hands as you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, echoing the sentiment.  However, as you pulled back, an impish grin twisted your lips and mischief danced in your eyes once more.

“You just don’t wanna be left alone with your dad again,” you teased, and Nathan gaped at you, an amused snort ripping from him.

“And here I was tryin’ t’be sweet!” he cried.  “See how cruel you are t’me!?”

“I’m sorry,” you laughed, snaking your arms around his neck to pull him closer.  “Now will you shut up and c’mere, and let me show you how much I missed you?” you purred, giving him a suggestive look.

“Yes ma’am,” Nathan yelped before you silenced him with a fervent kiss.

[sserpente]

A/N: That Hyundai ad hit different. *chuckles*

Words: 3097 Warnings: kidnapping, hostage

New York smelled pretty bad, come to think of it. You had almost forgotten the hustle and bustle of this huge city that never slept and if there was one thing you had not been missing at all after spending a few months in Morocco for work, it was the constant traffic jams.

It was hot, unbearably so. You’d been a sweating mess ever since your cab driver had picked you up at the airport and the fact that the air conditioning in the cab was broken didn’t exactly help with that. Your thighs stuck to the leather of the backseat, your forehead glistening and your make-up… well, it used to be make-up.

The cab driver seemed nice, at least and since the long snake made entirely of cars had not moved for at least an hour now, he had offered to park on the side of the road and get you both a bottle of water. Ironically, you were only a few yards away from Stark Tower.

Perhaps you shouldn’t complain about the traffic jam. Half of the city was a mess after the atrocious battle you had been fortunate enough only to have witnessed on the news on the plane. You could only hope that your tiny studio flat was still intact and quite frankly, it was short of a miracle that a cab service had actually agreed on picking you up so shortly after an almost-war—not to mention that the plane had actually landed.

You sighed, brushing a strand of hair sticking to your cheek out of your face. You were unbelievably tired—even more so knowing that you had dodged a catastrophe that would go down in history all thanks to work. Your eyes fell shut and you leaned against the car window when suddenly, the driver’s door was all but yanked open and someone who certainly did not resemble your cab driver, started the car and clutched at the steering wheel as if his life depended on it.

Your lips parted. Shackles and a muzzle, along with a blue glowing cube landed on the passenger seat with a loud clatter, followed by an annoyed groan. It was him. The man who had attempted to take over the entire planet only moments ago, he was here in this car and he was currently kidnapping you with it.

A scream escaped your lips, a mixture of shock and fear spreading in your body and fuelling the rising amount of adrenaline. It was only then the God of Mischief glanced at the rear-view mirror and spotted you there panicking—but by then, he had already stirred the car back on the road, straight towards the traffic jam.

“You… you are… Let me out! Let me out at once!” You screeched, the heat around you—along with your miserable appearance—all but forgotten. Loki rolled his eyes. Great. Another mortal.

“I am not stopping this car,” was all he said. Your eyes widened in utter shock.

“Then don’t! Fuck!” Danger was radiating off of this man like heat from an active volcano; so if necessary, you would jump out of the moving car as well. Biting your lower lip and wondering if you should go through with this risky stunt at the speed he was going, the wheels squeaking over the asphalt with every abrupt turn he took, or if that would be a suicide mission. It was probably the latter, and when you reached for the handle of the back door, it took the God of Mischief only a mere second to lock it, trapping you inside.

“Let me out! Let me out!”

“You’ll kill yourself.” Loki spat. You did not miss the patronising tone in his voice—stupid. He believed you stupid.

“And if I stay in here with you I won’t?” You retorted hysterically. And it was justified, really—for when your gaze drifted back to the road ahead of you, you could see him racing straight towards a long line of cars waiting for the traffic to clear up.

“Watch out! The other cars, watch out! Oh my God…” You screamed, squeezing your eyes shut and covering your face with your arms but the imminent crash never came. When you opened your eyes again, Loki had all but moved through the other cars as if by magic. God, what was this, Harry Potter?

With your heart in your mouth, you brought your trembling hands to your thighs and pressed down on them in a desperate attempt to fight off the panic attack rising within you like the forthcoming eruption of a volcano.

But even when you reached the suburbs, ironically moved closer to your home, and the car finally slowed down to a reasonable speed, making you wonder how a god from another realm knew how to drive a car in the first place, your dread kept growing steadily. What would happen once Loki decided he had reached his destination? What would he do with you? Would you end up as another casualty? You’d know where he was, after all, and only God knew how he had managed to escape after the Avengers reported his capture—not to mention that he was in the possession of that mysterious blue cube you were certain bore even more chaos and destruction in the wrong hands.

“I take it this vehicle is supposed to be a means of transport in exchange for payment?” He suddenly said.

“What?” You gaped at him, swallowing. “Yes! I mean, yes, it’s a taxi. That’s… I was…”

“Where do you live?”

“Excuse me? What, are you going to drop me off and expect me to tip you?”

Loki smirked. He couldn’t quite put his finger on why but he did like your feistiness. “I need a place to hide.”

“What… no! No! I am not giving shelter to a criminal!” You snarled, swallowing your fear of him—and then you made the mistake of peeking at the navigation system the taxi driver had set up next to the steering wheel, with your address on bright display to show Loki exactly where he’d have to go.

The God of Mischief tilted his head. “You don’t have much choice in the matter, my dear.”

You took a deep shaky breath, digging your nails into the backseat. If your lower lip was trembling, you didn’t notice. “P-please… please just let me go. I promise I won’t tell anyone where you are or where you went. Please.”

“I am not going to kill you if that is what you are worried about.” He replied after a long pause. When you said nothing, too stunned and scared to come up with another snarky comment, silence spread in the car like wildfire.

Hugging your knees to your chest, you closed your eyes, hoping that this was a bad joke, a terrible nightmare and any moment now, you would wake up safely on the plane, yet to land in half-destroyed New York City—but the end of slumber never came. You were wide awake; even more so when, after what felt like hours, Loki finally stopped the car. Of course, you had not noticed him observing you repeatedly through the rear-view mirror, almost as if to check if you were still alive.

Your eyes met and then, finally, he unlocked the doors. Only now, you did not move an inch. You had no idea what to expect if you stepped out of this car.

Naturally, Loki disagreed with your cautious decision. He yanked the car door open when he saw you frozen in place, grabbing your upper arm so fast you didn’t even have a chance to react, and all of a sudden, seeing the entrance door of the apartment building you lived in did not at all look as appealing as it had at the airport anymore.

His grip around your arm was firm but when you whined in pain, the God of Mischief actually softened it—if only a little, barely noticeable.

“Unlock the door, my dear, will you?” He inquired, smiling sweetly at you. Right beneath the surface, you could hear that there would be dire consequences if you failed to comply.

Surely at this point, he could hear your rapid heartbeat. Shaking, you fumbled for the keys in your bag until they were jingling in your palms all the while Loki watched you like a hawk. You had dismissed calling the police on your phone in the car already—for now.

Fuck, you had been kidnapped. You were about to be held hostage in your own flat, or… or… was he just going to enter and kick you out? Had he been lying about not killing you? Would he fling a dagger at you any moment now like you had seen him do on TV?

Loki followed you when you approached the door and unlocked it clumsily. One floor up and to the left. For just a brief moment, you wondered what would happen if you started screaming bloody murder, alerting your neighbours but even when you opened your mouth to attempt it, not a single sound would escape your lips.

Even a little further out and farther away from the centre of New York City, rent prices were horrendous. Your salary was not bad but your apartment was no more than a small studio equipped with a humble kitchen, a separate bathroom with a tiny shower and lastly, your double bed in the centre of the room, posing as your sofa during the day.

Loki looked around unimpressed when he entered. “Well… it will do.”

“N-now what?” You choked out.

Loki raised his eyebrows, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Pretend I’m not even here.”

Right—because that was going to be so easy. He sighed and rolled his eyes when you only stared at him in horror.

“You don’t trust me, do you?”

“W-would you? You tried to subjugate our planet like ten minutes ago!”

“And for good reason too. This realm is lawless, your people slaughter each other day in and out and you feel threatened by me? I would have given you a new purpose.”

He had a point… but… “And what is that so-called purpose? Slavery?” Loki’s expression darkened, making you flinch back.

“S-sorry… I’ll… I’ll be i-in the bathroom taking a shower. Please just… I mean… whatever.” Would he stop you? Hesitating, you made your way to the bathroom, waiting for him to yank you back, press you against the wall and threaten you? Threaten you with what, exactly? Could you trust that he wouldn’t kill you? Loki felt like a ticking time bomb in your flat.

But a painful yank never came and when you locked the bathroom door behind you, you exhaled. Inhaled, exhaled, inhaled, exhaled, trying to process the fact you had a war criminal in your home.

Once you had gathered enough energy to do what you had come to the bathroom for and, an hour later, returned to the main room, Loki was sitting on your bed cross-legged, the Tesseract right before him, glowing away.

“I roamed your ‘kitchen’”, he said without glancing up to meet your eyes, “Do you have anything edible at all?”

“I was away for a whole month.” You argued. “I haven’t done any shopping yet because I was kidnapped by a space Viking.”

Loki smirked. Amused, he finally looked up. “Well, perhaps I should take you back to Asgard with me then. I could use a diligent little servant.”

Your reaction did not disappoint him. Chuckling to himself, he slid off the bed more elegantly than you could ever muster, the Tesseract disappearing into nothingness.

“What I am trying to say is that even gods need to eat and I am, quite frankly, starving.”

“That sounds like a you-problem.” You grumbled. And then, as if on cue, your stomach growled. Damn it.

“Fine. I’ll order some pizza.”

-

Loki had all but watched you like a hawk upon calling the local pizza place. Everything inside of you had screamed to let them know about your predicament, to beg them to call the police and send them to you instead of the pizza.

But as soon as the food was delivered, the mood in your apartment changed so rapidly it left you wondering if the only reason for Loki’s world domination attempt had been his hunger. The man devoured a family-sized pizza in but what felt like two minutes and, upon realising you were done with yours, leaving three pieces in the box, he devoured those as well. And never before had you seen someone eat pizza so gracefully.

It didn’t exactly make it feel like you had been kidnapped anymore. Perhaps… perhaps he hadn’t been lying about not wanting to kill you after all. Perhaps he wasn’t as evil as you… no, stop. He had literally just tried to take over the planet!

“What are you pondering on, little mortal?”

You shivered, the nickname affecting you in a way it truly shouldn’t, especially after he had lost his armour and magically exchanged it for more casual clothes—they still looked like they were from a different time period altogether but it wasn’t nearly as intimidating as before.

“W-why did you really do it?” You found yourself asking. It was a risk—but you were feeling braver now that your stomach was full even though part of you was surprised you had managed to eat at all.

“What?”

“Why did you really try to take over the planet? Did you… do you really want to enslave us all?”

“A lack of freedom does not equal slavery. It offers protection from failure and bad choices.” He said. You frowned.

“You truly believe that?”

“You fight wars over opinions, religions and race among your own species. Your choices are suffocating the whole of Midgard. I would have changed that.”

“You can’t be serious.”

You looked down, reaching for the sweet treat that had come with your pizza to stop your fingers from trembling.

“What is that?”

“Oh, uh… those are marshmallows. This pizza place always packs them with your order, don’t ask me why.”

“What’s that?” He repeated, frowning at the plastic wrapper.

“It’s candy…”

“Well, it doesn’t look very natural.”

Woah. How had this conversation just gone from “humans should not have freedom of choice” to “marshmallows look unhealthy”?

“They’re… I mean they’re not. They’re made of pure sugar and artificial flavouring.”

“Then why do you eat them?”

“Because… because they taste good?”

Loki gave you a taunting look. See? It said. This is what I meant.

But when you opened the package and handed it to him, he took one out nonetheless. It looked tiny between his long fingers—as tiny as you must have looked next to him.

You gulped when it disappeared between his lips. When you reached out to take the package back, he snatched it away from you.

“They are quite delicious, actually.” Your jaw dropped when he popped them all into his mouth at once, winking at you. Not quite sure how to react to this, you averted your gaze, taking a feigned interest in your digital alarm clock on the nightstand instead.

It was only 5 PM but you were positively ready to pass out. Where would you even sleep tonight? Where would he sleep? Would he even sleep?

“You are tired.” He suddenly stated as if on cue. He couldn’t read your mind… right? He did have that weird cube of his, after all.

“Well, yeah… I got kidnapped, experienced a live remake of ‘Fast and Furious’ and I have a criminal in my flat.”

“I only understood half of what you just said but I can ensure you that I will not harm you when you sleep.” There it was again, that frown that almost made it look like he was offended. As if the very circumstance of him hurting an innocent for no reason other than malice insulted him.

“So by all means, retire to bed.” He went on, gesturing to the bed and eventually, standing up to make space for you. The pizza boxes disappeared in but a green shimmer of light and you watched Loki, albeit still suspicious, heading over to the small kitchen table. To be quite frank, it was the last thing you remembered.

-

Loki was gone, no trace of him left. It was as if he had never even been here. It was already past noon—the exhaustion from your flight as well as the racy car drive and last but not least, your shining time as a hostage had worn you out to the point you didn’t even remember falling asleep anymore.

You only realised now that it was your doorbell that had woken you up. Jumping out of bed and moaning when your vision turned black for a moment, you headed over to your speaker and pressed the button. Perhaps it was Loki. Perhaps he had locked himself out but then again… would he not be able to magic himself back in? Why had he insisted on you unlocking the door yesterday in the first place? You shook your head.

“Hello?”

“Hi. This is Henry, I’ve got your delivery.” A boyish voice responded.

“W-what delivery? I didn’t order anything.”

“You did, ma’am, would you come open the door, please?”

You sighed. “Fine, I’ll be down in a second.”

You had fallen asleep in your clothes from last night, so one quick glance in the mirror was all you had before you headed back down and opened the main entrance door.

The delivery boy was holding both your suitcase and a jumbo-size package of marshmallows in his hands. Big marshmallows—the bonfire kind, to be precise.

“Who…” But you knew. You knew the moment you made the connection and knew the moment you looked straight into Henry’s eyes and noticed them glowing unnaturally blue when he handed the items to you.

It had not been a dream then. Loki had really been here. You had been eating pizza with the God of Mischief and now… the gesture was almost sweet. Was that his way of saying thank you? For what? You hadn’t exactly done much except for trembling in fear.

“He instructed me to tell you that you will meet again soon.” Henry announced and then, before you even had a chance to respond, he turned on his heel, hopped back into the delivery van parked in front of the building and left. You only realised now that the Hyundai taxi was gone too.

[oneshotnewbie]

Can I request Spencer Hasting where she is Hella protective over Reader? Maybe Reader gets attacked by A when she is alone on the way home from the gym or so and she gets hurt and she calls Spencer for help. Spencer is all mad and angry but lovingly patching up Readers bruises and cuts while telling her that she can't get alone outside now without her because she doesn't want that Reader gets hurt otherwise and more badly? They are pretty close, closer than the other girls

Spencers cell phone rang in her normal ringtone, roused her from her thoughts and made her startle for a moment. The file that she had fed with various information from A since the second it got more dangerous, fell annoyed in front of her on the wooden table while she let herself fall back on the couch, exhausted.

She looked at the ceiling and groaned while massaging the sore spots on her temples. She took a few deep breaths to calm down before she fumbled for the cell phone on the table, thinking that you had texted her that you were coming in late from your gym session.

Broken ribs and bruised lips. My anger grows and I am always close. Tell Dr. Sullivan or anyone about me and your beloved Y/N will pay the price.

- A 💋

Skipping the lines several times, the brown-haired tried to get a meaningful result from the first lines of the repulsive text before your photo popped up on her phone screen and she answered immediately.

"Spenc?" her name echoed muffled through the receiver, the pain in your voice couldn't be overheard. The scraping of the iron carabiners from your bag and the rattling of your bracelets and rings on the cold floor gave her cause of concern and she pricked up her ears. "Y/N, are you okay?"

"Not really," you said in a whisper and dared to try to lift yourself off the ground, but in vain. Instead, you cried out and Spencer was on alert, her tiredness was gone. "What happened?"

"I was attacked by A's henchmen."

As soon as the last words left your lips, her eyes opened wide in shock and her tiredness was overtaken by anger. With a skillful push off the couch, the brunette grabbed the file and jumped up the stairs to her room where she placed the papers in her safe hiding place and rushed down to grab her car keys. "Where are you?"

"I'm down the street from your house at the intersection." you panted out as you looked around, trying to stand up again.

You definitely knew that you had at least one bruised rib.

---

After Spencer found you where you let her know beforehand, she helped you into her car and drove you to her home, but only at your request. You didn't want to go to the hospital or home for your parents to ask questions about your condition and you knew the brunettes were out and about in New York.

Tenderly and with one arm around your waist to support you, she helped you into the house and gently sat you down on the couch before taking off your jacket and ordering you to lie down. "I should drive you to the hospital to be on the safe side. I can treat scratches, a bleeding lip and bruises, but I can't X-ray your rib."

While you threw yourself agonizingly on the couch with a small scream, you waved your hand negatively and she rolled her eyes. She literally bit her teeth at cement because of your stubbornness.

"It's not broken so I am not going to die, Spenc." did you joke and you could tell by her turn from the fridge and look that she didn't like it at all. "A couple of pain pills and cool packs and I will be fine."

"It could all have turned out much worse!" she shouted from the kitchen before joining you and handing you an ice pack in a kitchen towel. "Put that on your lip, stupid." You smiled thankfully and immediately pressed it onto the wound and the cool made you moan out.

While she disappeared from your sight again to get the rest utensils to mend you from the bathroom, you heard her cursing. She hated it when you got hurt and there was nothing she could do about it except watch and fix you after. This has been the case since kindergarten; if you fell of the swing, she was angry and wouldn't let you on it. If you got your heart broken, she broke the guy in different ways.

Spencer was always protective of you and always blamed herself when she wasn't around to protect you from the pain.

"Y/N? Are you still there?" you heard her drowning out your thoughts.

You hadn't noticed that she was sitting on the small table in front of you and was already starting to soak the cotton pads with disinfectant and laying out the plasters.

With a questioning and slightly worried look that she underlined with a raised eyebrow, the brunette looked you in the eyes. She was trying to figure out what you were thinking about and where you got stuck. "Everything okay? Maybe I should call Winn."

"No, I am fine. Trust me." you tried to calm her down and Spencer knew she could trust you. You were always honest with her, no matter what, so she could count on you to let her know if you were going to feel worse.

With a nod she began to wipe the already dried blood from your chin and lip with the cotton pad and you hissed when the disinfectant hit the open wound. Your teeth clenched together, you clutched at the fabric of the couch in pain. "I don't want you to go anywhere by yourself until we know who A is or how many of them are out there."

"Why? It could have happened to any of us."

"No." she sighed and wanted to change the cotton pad but you stopped her moving with a gentle grip on her wrist as you looked at her intently. She was hiding something from you.

Reluctantly, she dropped everything on the table and pulled her cell phone out of her jacket. Without a word she opened the message she got before your call and stretched the screen in front of your face.

Confused, you took her phone in your hands and read through the lines while she silently went back to patching you up. You kept going through this rhyme and you knew what was going on in Spencer at that moment; she was terrified. She underlined her anger and fear for you by screaming at you desperately, unintentionally. "Damn, you are so stubborn! Please listen to me just once, please! You are not invulnerable!"

"Spencer, calm down." you tried to calm her down, her face was already completely red. "SPENCER!"

She interrupted her panic and looked at you with wide eyes and open mouth. "I promise I won't go out without Han, Aria, Em or you anymore. But please, calm down okay? Nothing happened."

"Listen, if anything happens to you - and we're not talking about bruises or scratches - I will go berserk."

You chuckled about that sentence and looked at her. Her gaze was serious, the brunettes cheeks flushed in only a light red. She tried to swallow her anger by watching you and your movements, looking at your smile and that shine in your eyes that despite the last few years of terror wasn't gone.

You were tough, and she had to be it too.

"I am serious, I will track down A and kill that bitch when she tears off a single hair off of you."