#and now my chest hurts and I’m worried I won’t be able to finish it even though it’s like mostly done now

[cyeayt]

Hhhhg I did a mistake

[gay-dorito-dust]

hii, are your requests open? if not you can just ignore this (and sorry to bother!!) but if they are could you do something w the batboys where they have a dream that the reader has died or something? please, and TYSM

Jason would awake immediately from the dream with tears streaking his cheeks and his throat sore from what he could only assume was screaming.

It happened again, that hyper realistic dream that made him felt as though he was seeing through his future self’s eyes, or into an alternate universe where he was bound to lose you despite doing everything in his power to protect you.

It felt real, uncomfortably real for Jason’s liking that it felt a sense of unease and anxiety to flood through him but before they could get worse, he heard your voice.

‘Jason, you were screaming are you okay? Did you have a nightmare?’

He felt as though he could properly breath now that he knew you were okay but his heart was telling him that hearing you wasn’t enough; He needed to feel you against him to ease his racing mind. With that Jason was quick to grab you by the waist, pull you into his chest and held onto you as though he was a kid clinging onto his favourite plush toy, his face buried into your neck as his arms held you as tightly as they could without causing you discomfort.

‘Jason?’

‘I lost you sweetheart.’ He told you without hesitation. ‘I couldn’t do anything, I was frozen with fear and that cost me you in the end.’ He adds, wanting nothing more then to get through image out of his head for good.

‘I’m right here jay birdie.’ You whispered softly, pressing sweet, gentle kisses into his neck and shoulders in hopes of easing the evident tenseness there. ‘You’re my best friend, my soul mate and my partner but most importantly you’re my protector and I have never felt safer than I ever have then with you.’ You reassure him as you let him silently sob into your nightshirt while rubbing your hand up and down his back. ‘I’m alive. you know it, I know it, we both know it to be true. So don’t believe the tricks that your mind pulls on you Jason because they’re always never true.’

Jason pulls his head from your shoulder. ‘What if I loose you one day?’ He asks, staring at you with teary eyes.

‘You won’t.’ You said with certainty.

‘How do you know?’

‘I know because I won’t let it happen, someone has to take care of your heart and kiss your wounds well into the early hours of morning, and I want that person to be me.’ You replied as you pressed a kiss to his forehead before resting your forehead there. ‘You’re stuck with me Jay Birdie because it’s going to take everything this cursed towns got to take me from you.’

Jason, finding reassurance in your words, let out a deep sigh as he fell back into bed, taking you with him as he draped the covers over the both of you once more, kissing the top of your head as he gave your waist a quick squeeze. ‘Gotham will have to go through me first sweetheart, and for you? I’d start a fucking war if it meant keeping you by my side and safe from all harm this town could bring. I don’t care if I got hurt but all it takes is one scratch on you and I’m burning this town down.’ He murmurs before finally falling back asleep, holding you protective against his chest, more then ready to prove his promise to be true in more than one way.

Damian

Would reach out for you for comfort but when he couldn’t feel you his eyes would shoot open and he was getting out of bed to search for you.

Only for you to be stood in the doorway with a glass of water in your hand, looking at him with worry.

‘Damian are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost-‘ you weren’t able to finish your sentence when Damian rushed to hold your face in his hands, squishing your cheeks slightly from the iron clad grip he had on them.

‘Is this real?’ He asks in a weak whisper. ‘Are you really here darling?’

He had a nightmare and your heart broke seeing him this affected by it and placed your water down safely before holding his hands over his, squeezing.

‘I’m right here my treasure.’ You replied. ‘I’m not going anywhere, not without you.’

Damian’s hands loosened their grip on your cheeks and fell to your shoulders as he presses his head against your chest to feel your heartbeat against his ear, proving to him that you were alive and well within his care.

‘I lost you my heart, I felt hollow without you, almost as though someone reached into my chest and took out everything good in me.’ Damian admits as he burrows his head into your chest. ‘You are the good in me.’ He adds, voice muffled but his message was loud and clear.

‘And you are everything good in me my love.’ You replied as you ran your hand through his hair in hopes of bringing him some comfort. ‘Do you want to talk about the rest of it?’

Damian’s grip on your tightened. ‘No. It pains me too much to talk about it right now, I fear that if I do it’ll come my reality.’

‘Do you wish to go back to bed?’ You asked, more than willing to do anything to calm his mind. ‘You can hold me for as long as you want and I won’t complain about needing to pee.’ You joked lightly and could envision the small smile that would appear upon Damian’s lips whenever you said something remotely silly.

‘Please.’ Damian said and without another word you allowed him to drag you back to bed with him and under the covers where he was quick to hold onto you as though you were his personal teddy bear for the rest of the night.

Tim clings onto you like a koala bear after having a nightmare that you died, he was too afraid that if he were to let go then it would become reality somehow.

The nightmare messed with him so badly that he couldn’t get the idea that if he were to stray from your side for too long, tragedy would only naturally befall you. He hates it but he hated the idea of loosing you forever even more and so he would cuddle closely to you, all the while finding it increasingly more and more difficult to return to sleep.

‘Tim?’ You said softly. ‘You need sleep, you know how much I worry about you collapsing one day and I’m not nearby to help.’

Tim laughs humourlessly as he held onto you a little tighter. ‘How can I go back to sleep when nothing good waits for me there hmm?’

You tried to move and look at him but Tim made that impossible. ‘What do you mean by that?’

Tim doesn’t answer.

‘Tim…did you have a nightmare.’ You asked.

‘The worse kind.’ He said weakly as he held you closer to him in hopes of merging you with him so that he didn’t have to watch you die in real life.

‘What would make it better?’ You inquired, wanting nothing more than to help him no matter what.

Tim shrugs. ‘Just…just keep talking to me…please.’ He pleads as his hands toyed with the bottom of your nightshirt anxiously. You smiled softly as you placed your hands over his own, caressing the backs of them as you heard his soft gaps at the sudden contact. ‘What would you like for me to talk about?’

‘Anything.’ Tim said. ‘Anything just, please talk.’

And talk you did for most of the night until you felt Tim fall asleep against your back as soft snores filled the room and you, having felt accomplished in your task, soon followed suit to keep him company in dream land also and make sure his dreams went undisturbed.

[vilapollo-arts]

hunger and yearning

pairing: Sylus x gn!reader

tags: nsfw, mdni, riding, doggy style, size difference, possessive Sylus, degradation, praise kink, mentions of breeding, creampie

note: not beta read. i just wanna spread the horniness

Sleeping while wrapped in silk sheets in a hotel luxury bedroom is a much deserved break after months of chasing after Wanderers. It’s been a while since you completed a whole eight hours of uninterrupted sleep. The curtains are still drawn, basking the room in shadows. Your morning is almost perfect, if it weren’t for the empty space beside you.

You crack one eye open to confirm that Sylus wasn’t there. You frown as the gray-haired man is nowhere to be seen. You grab your phone from your bedside table and open up your messages.

“Where are you?” you ask him.

He’s not replying. You sigh and slide off of the bed. You head into the kitchen. There’s already food on the counter. There’s a batch of pancakes with bananas and blueberries and a note beside it. You pick up the note to read it. Apparently, Sylus headed out to the gym to get some morning workout and he’ll be back after an hour. You look at the pancake and smile. He definitely cooked these all by himself.

You take a seat on the counter and grab a fork and a bottle of syrup. You open your phone and play a video as you eat your breakfast. You finish eating your breakfast and head to the living room. You take a seat on the fluffy couch and turn on the television to continue watching what you were watching on your phone.

Suddenly, you hear the lock to the hotel door signal that it’s being unlocked. Sylus enters the room, drenched in sweat. He spots you on the couch and immediately comes over to you.

“Good morning, sweetie,” he greets, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on your lips.

“Good morning,” you mumble back. You cup his cheek and look up at him. “I missed you. You weren’t beside me when I woke up.”

He chuckles. “I’m sorry, sweetie. You were asleep so I decided to get some exercise done before we head out. Don’t worry. You’ll have me for the rest of the day. I just have to take a shower first.” He pokes your nose and tries to pull away, but you won’t let him.

He tilts his head at you. You look back up at him and shift your shoulders. The loose pajamas you’re wearing slips off your shoulder. It doesn’t go unnoticed by him and a smirk immediately forms on his lips. You use this opportunity to slowly get up and guide him to sit on the couch. He obliges, maintaining his piercing gaze on yours. His large warm hands cup your hips as you plant both of your knees on either side of his thighs.

“Someone’s a little impatient today,” he teases as one of his hands travels down in between your legs. A deep chuckle rumbles from his chest as he feels your excitement coat his fingers.

You stifle a moan, but your trembling legs give away how deprived you are of his touch. “It’s been a month,” you grumble. “And then I wake up without you on top of me. Tell me, who wouldn’t be impatient, huh?”

Sylus’ smirk grows wider as he watches your fingers fiddle with his sweatpants. “Poor little kitten,” he groans as your soft fingers wrap around his cock. “Well, I’m here now. Go on. Use me for your own pleasure.”

He’s already hard and dripping with precum. You press the head of his cock to your already twitching hole. He pushed your hips down, but not too forcefully. He still lets you sink down on this cock at your own pace, considering how he sees your jaw drop and your eyebrows scrunch up in pain.

“Are you alright, my love?” he whispers, leaning forward to start licking one of your nipples. His tongue swirls around the nub before lightly biting down.

“Mm-hmm!” you whine, throwing your head back. It hurts. You have forgotten how huge he was after a month of not being able to be this close to him. However, that spike of pain that shot throughout your body doesn’t stop you from taking him in. You know that you’ll feel sore after this but what matters right now is to have him inside of you.

You recover yourself and wrap your arms around his neck. You bury your head in his hair, taking in his scent. He smells so good. His body is still warm from his morning workout. You cling to him as you feel the entire length of his cock stretching you out.

“Fuck,” he curses. “You’re so tight, sweetheart.” He looks up at you. With the way his eyes are glazed over, you know that he’s trying his best not to start slamming his cock into you. “I can feel how your walls are holding onto my cock so tightly. Did you miss me that much, huh?”

You simply answer with a nod as you lift your hips up and slowly bounce on his lap. Your jaw laxes, letting small whimpers fill up the empty hotel room. As much as you want to go fast, every time you sink down on his cock, it feels like his tip is pressing against your stomach.

“That’s my good little slut,” he praises, keeping his eyes planted on your pained expression. “Come on, sweetie. Show me how much you missed me.” He runs his rough fingers down your thighs before suddenly slapping your skin. “And I’ll reward you with the proper fucking that you deserve.”

“Yes, baby,” you gasp as you start increasing your pace. You bury your face on the crook of his neck. Each inhale you take is accompanied with his musky scent. That paired with his low moans is driving your mind crazy. The thought of doing the same to him with your hole and moans urges you to keep going faster even though you feel yourself running out of breath.

His palm slaps your bouncing ass several times while your hole continues to devour his cock. The pain from earlier is now replaced with an immense pleasure that you craved for weeks. Even the stinging of your skin that he’s abusing with his hand is being translated into pleasure. Your brain is already muffled and the only thing you can focus on is his cock splitting you in half.

You don’t even register Sylus placing his arms beneath your legs. “Hang on tight, kitten. I’m bringing you to the bedroom,” he says. You do as he says before he stands up with his cock still shoved inside of you. Each step he takes towards the bedroom makes your whole body twitch.

You only realize the two of you are in the bedroom when you feel his cock slip out of you as he places you down on the silky sheets. You whine in protest, now feeling empty. “Sylus,” you plead. “Put it back inside. I want you. Please, please, please….”

He lets out a low chuckle as he crawls on top of you. “So impatient,” he teases, his cock in his hand. He slaps his shaft against your hole. “Are you sure you want me to make a mess of you, sweetheart? You think you’ll be able to keep up, hm?”

You pull your knees up to your shoulders, showing your wet and twitching hole. “I’m all yours, so please just fuck me,” you cry, looking up at him and sticking your tongue out.

He grinds his teeth together at the sight of you. “Fuck, you’re such a good little fucktoy,” he growls before shoving his entire length into you. Before you can even scream, he leans down to devour your lips and your tongue.

He wastes no time slamming his hips against yours. His pace leaves you breathless but wanting for more. You don’t even care when you feel his hand wrap around your neck and start to squeeze. With his mouth against yours and his hands squeezing your neck, your eyes start to roll at the back of your head, already feeling woozy and numb. All you can feel is his cock driving his cock into your needy hole.

“You look so pretty like this, sweetie,” he groans. “You don’t know how much I craved to see you fucking break on my cock. Every night, I came to the thought of your hole wrapped around my cock. I thought about fucking my come into you and breeding you. Maybe if I plant my seed deep inside you, you’ll have no reason to be away from me. Every night, I get to fuck you and fucking breed this greedy little hole of yours over and over.” He laughs as you let out a weak whine. “Oh, you’d like that, don’t you? You like having all my cum inside you, my dirty little slut?” He loosens his grip on your neck. “Answer me, darling,” he demands.

“Yes….yes! Please cum inside me!” you exclaim. “I want it deep inside me. Please I need your cum to fill me up!”

“That’s my good little kitten.”

He pulls out of you and throws your entire body around like you weigh nothing at all before pushing his cock back into you. He grabs your hips, his fingernails digging into your skin. Your screams start to fill up the room as he mercilessly pounds into you. A string of curses escapes lips, feeling your hole tighten up even more.

“Wai-wait! I’m gonna cum!” you cry out. “I’m gonna cum!!”

“That’s right. Cum for me, but I will not be slowing down for you. I want to feel your slutty hole squeeze my cock. I told you I’m not gonna hold back,” he whispers in your ear. “And I intend to keep. My. Promise.” He emphasized the last three words with a deep thrust. On the last thrust, your whole body seizes up.

As promised, he keeps on slamming into you. You haven’t even finished your first orgasm yet but it’s already followed by another one. Your hands try to hold onto something, anything.

Sylus groans in pain above you as your nails drag across his flexed arm. His eyes are in a daze as he watches your eyes roll to the back of your head and your saliva drips out of your mouth. You looked so beautiful underneath him, under his mercy. Even if he did want to stop to let you catch your breath, the feeling of your walls squeezing him is preventing him from doing so. Your warmth is such an aphrodisiac to him.

“You’re so pretty, darling,” he pants. “Such a good little kitten for me.”

You whine in response. You want him to stop. Your whole body is currently oversensitive. You feel like you’re gonna pass out anytime soon.

“I know, sweetie,” Sylus cooes. “I know. I’m almost there.. Just hold on until I can come inside you, okay? Don’t you want my cum pumping you full, hm?”

Your whole body shudders in excitement at the thought of him filling you up. With your brain turned into mush, all you can do is babble incoherent words.

Sylus understands though and presses his entire weight on top of you while continuing to fuck your brains out. You remain incoherent as he takes your hand and intertwines your fingers together. “Fuck, baby. You’re so tight. You belong to me and only me, you get that?” he grunts. “Nobody gets to have this body of yours but me.”

“Yes, yes, yes…yes!” you gasp. “I’m yours. I belong to you. Please treat me as your cumdump. I want to have all your cum inside me…oh god…please, please, please!”

“Fuck, I’m coming,” Sylus says. His hand slips around your neck once again and he squeezes as he increases his pace. You can hear his heavy breaths and moans against your ear. His sweat is dripping down your skin, surrounding you with his strong smell. You can feel his heavy balls slapping against you every time he slams himself into you.

Before you know it, you’re reaching your third orgasm. Sylus curses under his breath and buries his cock deep into you, filling up your stomach with his warm and thick cum. He doesn’t let go of your neck, loving the feeling of how tight you are the more he restricts your airflow. Only when he feels your body go slightly limp that he lets go of you. He lifts himself up and spreads your thighs before he slowly pulls out of you.

He groans as he watches his thick load escape your twitching entrance. He scoops it with the head of his cock and shoves it back inside. He does this repeatedly. Pulling out his cock completely before pushing all of the oozing cum back inside your hungry hole.

He then gently flips your entire body. He cups your face and presses a gentle kiss which you weakly reciprocate. “You think you can still walk for our lunch reservation, sweetie?” he asks, a smile on his face.

You chuckle and wrap your legs around his waist. “You should ask if I still want to go,” you reply. “I think I might want another round of you for lunch instead.”

Your partner laughs. “Anything you want, darling. You know I’ll always give you what you want,” he whispers before pulling you in for another tender kiss.

[mint-yooxgi]

Promises - Yandere!Kraken!Felix

Yandere AU & Kraken AU - First Person POV

Genre: Mature, Smutty Themes, Internal Monologue

Pairing: Felix X Implied Chubby!Fem!Reader

Words: 1,958

Warnings: Implied violence and shipwreck, kidnapping, Felix is a type of Sea God in this, mentions of past sexual relations. Tentacles. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: Did I base the start of this drabble on the ending scene in Dead Man's Chest? Perhaps. Is this a bit tamer than the others. Maybe. Either way, I still hope you like it! I've been slowly easing myself back into writing, so I'm happy with what I've been able to do. Plus, I just fucking love the banner I made for this hehehe... Anyways, Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~

The Thirteenth of The Feral Drabbles

They thought they could keep you away from me.

They really thought they could keep you away from me.

It’s laughable. I thought it was a known rule for sailors not to anger the sea, but alas. Here we are.

The frantic screams and shouts don’t deter me for one second. I know what I came here for, and I’m not leaving without you. You’re mine. I warned them what the consequences would be, yet still they refused to give you to me. Even after we promised ourselves to each other! Can you believe that?

Oh, that sounds so harsh. It’s not like you didn’t also choose me. It’s these… these… things keeping us apart. They don’t understand our love. Think I’m corrupting you, or something.

Such bullshit. The only thing I’m corrupting is their ability to live.

They hid you on the third level, thinking you’d be safe within the deepest confines of the ship. Little do they know it’s the worst place you could be. It’s like they want you to get hurt, like they want me to kill you. Such things I would never do. 

Still, despite my anger as I tear this floating piece of wood apart, I’m careful. Your safety is my top priority, and I’ve already ensured that. Right now, you rest, cocooned inside a few of my tentacles. Magic surrounds you, ensuring none of their attacks have any effect on me or you. Like hell I’ll allow them to disturb you now. Besides, you passed out shortly after my assault started on the ship, but you don’t have to worry. I’ve got you.

I can still remember when we first met, how you told me you didn’t fare well with sea travel. Yet another offence they’ve made against you. I’ll never forgive them for their transgressions. Sinners need to pay, and I am here to pass my divine judgement on those that would call themselves ‘heroes’.

Do not fear, My Beloved. Once I finish smashing apart this pathetic excuse of driftwood, I’ll take you home. 

Where you’ve always belonged. 

With me.

These planks are so brittle, it’s almost laughable. Your captor’s pathetic attempts to defend themselves are cute, in a way. If not for the fact that every time I start to pull you out of the wreckage, more of them show up to try and hinder me. I don’t know why they’re so obsessed with protecting you now when they’ve never done so before.

I’m the one who always saves you. I’m the one who ensures you no harm. Not them.

No matter. They haven’t seen everything that I can do. My capabilities far surpass what their puny, closed off minds can comprehend. I’ve got magic beyond the darkest depths of the ocean, strength greater than the harshest of tides. There is no being, save myself, that could keep me away from you.

I don’t even know why they try.

Finally, I’m able to pull you out of that godforsaken wreckage and unleash my full wrath upon these wretches. The boat snaps like a twig as I pull the debris and all remaining survivors below the surface. 

None will survive. They don’t get to. I won’t let them.

Honestly, it’s kind of fun tearing stuff apart. I’ve always enjoyed making a mess of things. I only wish you could be awake to see just how strong your lover can be. After all, I’m doing this for you. I warned them about what would happen should they lay their filthy, traitorous hands all over you. I’m simply staying true to my word!

You know firsthand that I’m a very truthful guy. I would never lie to you, My Pearl. I would rather be slow roasted over an open fire than even think to deceive you.

Aren’t I so loyal?

Oh. Right. You aren’t awake to hear my teasing. Teasing which you seem quite fond of whenever I’m with you.

I think you just like hearing my voice…

That’s okay, Beloved. I will speak for as long as you desire me to. Besides, the feeling is quite mutual.

Gods- I can’t wait to see your face when you wake up in our home, and I get to tell you everything that I’ve done for you. Finally, we can be together, free of oppressive opinions and suppressive stares. Where I’m taking you, we can be ourselves, and the magic of my ocean will keep you safe. Eventually, when you’re ready, you’ll even become like me, too. 

Won’t that be incredible? Just thinking about it makes my whole body tingle.

Or maybe that’s just the change in depth.

I promise my home isn’t too much further out, and it’s in a safe area. You’ll be able to live here with me free of any restraints. I’ll be your comfort. I’ll be your guide. I will provide for you everything you will ever need. 

There is nothing stopping our love now.

I’ll even make sure that no sliver of the wreckage I just caused gets to you. The currents listen to me. They’re my friends, and soon they will be yours, too.

Either way, I’m glad that’s over, because now I can focus on you! I know that you’d be celebrating with me if you were awake, but for now, I’ll simply revel in this sweet victory alone. Having you safe in my arms is enough reward, and when you wake, the true celebration will begin.

Hmm, I wonder what we should do first? Should I take you to the reefs so you can see all of the colourful coral that I’ve grown just for you? Should I present you to the schools of fish that always seek refuge around my house? Get them to revel in your beauty? Or maybe I’ll worship you in the den of our own personal sanctuary, where nothing - no one - will be able to interrupt.

My Beauty.

My Beautiful, Beloved Pearl.

I’ll admit, there’s a certain ring to those names that I enjoy. It calls to me like the cavernous songs of the sirens. An enchantment I can never seem to escape: you.

Not that I want to. 

No. Never. Not since the very first time I laid eyes on you.

You’re addictive, you know that? One glance caught my attention. One melodic note of a spoken word, and I was hooked. Your eyes are deeper than the darkest sea, and I could swim in them forever. You hold me, transfixed, with your gaze whenever you look at me, and I never want it to stop.

Honestly, I can never grow tired of you looking at me. I want you to look at me, and only me. I want to be the first thing you see in the morning when you blink those glorious eyes open, and the last thing you see when you go to sleep at night. I want to wrap you in my arms and hold you close, whispering the sweetest words of all the worlds in your ears, and hear you do the same for me in return.

There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you, Beloved, and I will never hesitate to prove that to you. With me, you will never have to settle for less than what you deserve, for I will always give you every single thing your heart could ever desire.

Fuck- I can still remember the way your body trembled from the very first touch. The more I trailed my arms over your body, letting the tips of my tendrils caress your skin, the more your whole being warmed. You fit so perfectly in my hold, that I long to always touch you - to always be near you, and obey your every whim.

I am but your loyal servant, sent to worship the very depths of your soul. Your entire being calls to me, and I could bathe in your warmth for all eternity. Right now, it’s that warmth that I crave more than anything. That glorious nectar that seeps from between your legs beckons to me. One taste isn’t enough. I need to feel you flooding my every sense once more.

Sweet.

Addictive.

I could spend ages defining it, but nothing could ever truly put into words just how ethereal you are to me.

People always thought my existence was mere myth itself. Rumours and legends only meant to scare those away from pursuing adventure on the high seas. Nothing more than a fable to tell their children at night to ensure they don’t go off swimming in the bay alone.

They have always been, and will always be, wrong.

I’m as real at the tide, as sure as the sand that resides against the ocean floor. There is nothing in these waters as deadly as I am, and all those that oppose us will face my wrath.

Well, where we’re going, we won’t have to worry about being disturbed at all. Plenty of room for the both of us. Plenty of privacy. No one dares disturb that which should be left undisturbed. At least, those smart enough to.

That is, of course, unless I use my magic to let those sirens get a taste of their own medicine. Water echoes even the smallest of sounds, and yours should be heard for miles around. I can still hear your glorious voice calling out my name as you bathed me in your own sacred waters, and I want all to know that you are mine, and I am yours. For all eternity. 

I’ll admit… I’m addicted to you, and I can never get enough. Though, from the way I remember your hands clinging to me that night only days ago, I don’t think you can get enough, either.

Good thing we have forever to spend fully satisfying each other!

Ah… looks like we’re finally getting close to home. I can see the familiar drop off up ahead. Don’t worry, Beloved, there’ll be plenty of air for you to breathe inside. I won’t always have to keep you covered in a veil of magic. Though, I would always like to have an arm around you. Feeling your skin pressed against my own is a sensation unlike any other, and I long to never let you go.

Perhaps I should tidy up a little more before you wake. I always have way too much energy after destroying a ship. Something about adrenaline and all that.

Perhaps when you wake up you could even help me with it… You might be a bit tired and disoriented when you wake, but my magic can help with your exhaustion. You seemed to like that that last time I used it on you.

How else could we have gone as many rounds as we did?

Oh, you flatter me by pulling yourself in closer to me subconsciously when I shift into such a basic form. It easier to move around like a human within my home when it’s drained like this, and besides, I haven’t exactly shown you my entire true form yet. The last thing I want to do is scare you as soon as you wake up. You’ve already suffered the trauma of being stolen away from me today. I don’t want to make things worse.

There. All you need to do is rest now. 

In my arms? Well, who am I to pull away from My Pearl when you’re clinging onto me so tightly in your sleep? 

I truly can never say no to you…

Just rest, Beloved. This creature shall keep you safe, tucked away deeply in his heart for all eternity. Once you open those glorious eyes of yours, our own adventure will start.

Just you and me, forever. 

I promise.

[msmk11]

Sooooo at 11 o’clock at night, as every girl does, I was rearranging my room and moving heavy furniture. While I find myself to be quite the strong and independent woman (I was but at the cost of a sore back and broken snow globe) I can’t help but wish I had had James Potter around to help me.

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It’s late on a Thursday night and Roommate!James is getting ready for bed because he has work in the morning. After finishing brushing his teeth he is walking down the hall to his room when he hears a loud thump from in your room and a muffled “shit!” More than a little worried, he knocks on the door and then cracks it open, “Angel? You okay in here?”

The sight before him is far from what he suspected, but he can’t help the amused grin that creeps onto his face. Your room, to say the least, is a disaster. Furniture is all out of order, books are scattered everywhere, and on top of your pajamas you are wearing a tutu that has to have been a child’s and rainbow, heart-shaped sunglasses.

“Uh, so what’s happening in here?”

You have the decency to look at least a little sheepish at being caught, “oh nothing, just rearranging my room.”

James looks at his phone, “at 11:30 at night? Angel, don’t you have work tomorrow?”

“Well yeah, but I was sitting here, getting ready for bed, when I realized that my room looks all wrong. And I had to change it.”

“And it can’t wait until tomorrow?”

You shake your head, “nope. Won’t be able to sleep until it’s fixed.”

Even though he sighs, he can’t help but find this all a little bit endearing. And you just look too damn cute in that tutu that’s much too small, “well, at least let me help you. This furniture is heavy.”

You pout at him and cross your arms, “I am perfectly strong and independent, thank you very much. I don’t need a big strong man’s help.”

He pokes your cheek to get you to smile and says, “I know you are, angel. But it’d make me feel better if I did it. Don’t want something falling on you and you getting hurt.”

You look at him with those big, soft eyes of yours and say, “but don’t you have a big meeting tomorrow? You need your sleep.”

His heart nearly bursts in his chest, “Well yeah. But I won’t sleep regardless, either cause I’m helping you or I’m up worrying about you. So just accept my help.”

You grumble out a little “fine.”

He gives you a smile, “excellent, now tell me more about this tutu.”

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LOOK AFTER YOU - XAVIER SHEN X READER

Warnings : mentions of injuries and anesthesia, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : sickening fluff <33

Word count : 1.2K words

Additional notes : This had been sitting in my drafts for a while now, and now it’s finally here!! Given how Xavier selectively chooses his missions and work, it makes sense that he’d feel more like a househusband than anything😭💗

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With dragging feet and a very noticeable limp, it took all they had to not just completely pass out halfway on the way home—still, they had to hold on. Just a few more minutes. They could handle that. Dr. Zayne had managed to patch them up well enough for them to stay conscious until they ended up on their doorstep.

Finally standing in front of their apartment, they lifted an aching arm to knock on the door—only to stumble forward as it swung open, their boyfriend’s face poking out from behind it. Already before they could speak, a small frown had formed on his face. “The hospital called just now. I didn’t know it was this bad.”

Xavier pushed the door open fully, reaching out for them with open arms that they—all too happily—slumped into. He could carry 10 times their weight if need be; they didn’t worry about him struggling to carry them inside in the least. “Thanks,” they mumbled against the wool of his sweater. Almost reflexively, they melted into his hold as they inhaled the scent of him clinging to the soft fabric: cinnamon, vanilla, and sunshine.

“Are you okay? In pain?” he worriedly asked as he heaved most of their weight and began to guide them to their bedroom.

At that, they snorted. “They gave me enough anesthesia to knock out a mule. I’m just trying to avoid putting pressure on the wounds, since I won’t be able to feel just how bad they are—“

“Until it wears off.” He nods in understanding, having been in their place more times than he could count. One hand left their back to push their bedroom door open and switch on the lights. “Then it’ll all hit you like a freight train.”

“Put nicely, yes. I would’ve said “hurt like a bitch,” personally.” A look of amusement danced on his face as he huffed out a laugh at that, kicking a few slippers out of the way so he could lean over the side of their bed. He lowered them to the bed as gently as possible, and they groaned out as their body sunk into mattress. “This feels like heaven now. Could you—?”

Before they could finish their request, Xavier had already nudged their fluffiest pillow underneath their head with one hand, while the other was pulling up their softest blanket up to their neck. “You’ll want to nap, of course,” he quietly said, brushing back a few sweat-slicked strands of hair away from their face and settling into his spot beside them on the bed.

“Just for a little. Mission was exhausting.” Sighing, they closed their eyes for a few moments, as though collecting their myriad of tangled thoughts regarding it, before blinking back up at him with a tired gaze. “Keep me company until I fall asleep?”

“Of course,” he quickly replied, crystalline eyes shining with the sort of fondness only they could alight within him. “Wanna tell me about your day?”

They shook their head, an apologetic half-smile on their lips. “It was shit. Nothing much to say about that. I’d rather hear about yours, though.”

A barely-there squeeze to their hand reminded them that it was fine. He’d always indulge them, after all, and if that entailed him talking about his certainly-in-comparison-boring day, he’d oblige.

And really, he’d once told them—in that solemn manner of his—that if they asked him to serve his heart on a silver platter, he’d gladly carve it out of his chest and welcome the gaping hollowness. How else would he carry it to them, still beating and yearning for them? Maybe when it fluttered in their palms it’ll bridge the chasm of space and time that he sometimes felt between them.

“I woke up at two, I think.” He looked a little embarrassed as he confessed, though it was nothing that surprised them. “I didn’t want to… ah, have another accident, so I stuck to ordering lunch for us both.” His spine straightened, as his eyes lit up in remembrance. “Oh, I got you salmon and potatoes. Is that ok?”

This time when they smiled, it almost seemed lovesick—or maybe they were growing drowsier by the second. “More than ok. How’d you know that I was craving it?”

“You tend to have eating patterns,” was all Xavier said, as though that were explanation enough. Maybe that truly were the case, or maybe the feeling of his knuckle brushing against their cheek was too soothing for them to question it. “It wasn’t too hard to notice.”

“Mmm. What else?”

Voice little more than a whisper now, they seemed to burrow into the covers even more. Just a few tufts of hair showed from the edge of the blanket, and Xavier had to resort to stroking the top of their hair now as he went on. “You probably didn’t get to notice it when we walked in, but I cleaned the entire house. Top to bottom, and I didn’t even have to pull out the vacuum.”

“Sounds like you’ve earned yourself some praise,” they slurred out, their chuckle sounding like it was distorted underwater, though it was only the effect of being filtered through sleepiness.

He hummed, a mischievous glint to his eyes. “Not to be too greedy, but I believe I do. Unless you happen to have any complaints about my cleaning skills?”

“I’ll be… the judge of… that.” To hear the last sentence, he had to really strain his ears, but it was all worth it.

When will the novelty wear off? When will he stop clinging to every single utterance of theirs; every soft sound and breath that escaped their lips? He feared he’d spend his entire lifetime clutching at every one and stowing it deep between his ribs. That greedy feeling of wanting to keep every fragile part of them to himself never went away, it seemed. And he supposed it never would.

“I guess I’ll have to aim for a 5-star review, then.” No response; just the sound of their even, deep breathing, and the shift of the Hunter’s outfit they still hadn’t taken off with every exhale. Xavier’s hand stilled its ministrations, and he carefully untangled it from their hair to set back in his lap.

For a few moments all he did was simply take the sight of them in. Soot-covered attire and perspiration-dotted face and all, he still thought they were the most beautiful thing he’d ever laid eyes on. Perhaps, they were even more striking in his opinion when they were so battle-weary.

Still, it can’t have been too comfortable, and he knew that the first thing they’d want to do after waking up—aside from taking pain medication, since the effects of the anesthesia would’ve long worn off by then—would be to shower. With an impossibly softened gaze, he leaned down to leave a fleeting kiss against their forehead, one that somehow still left his heart stuttering in his chest as they hummed and smiled in their sleep. Falling back to their side, he curled his warm palm around their hand that lied on the pillow, his mellow voice carrying his love in a whisper and on his frayed sleeves.

“Sweet dreams.”

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To Be With You - Kate Bishop

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Summary : After having a nightmare about you dying, Kate is scared for your safety but she doesn't know how to talk to you about her fears.

Warnings : character's death in a dream, anxiety, mention of Natasha's death, hurt/comfort, angst, happy ending, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warning.

Word count : 2.6k

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Song inspiration : Talk Too Much by Reneé Rapp

Fear can be read on Kate’s face, her wide opened eyes are set on you. Her bow is armed with an arrow, she doesn’t know whether she should shoot or find an other solution to save you. On the edge of the building roof, Wilson Fisk has his arm around your neck while his other hand holds a gun against your temple. Your body is shaking and your eyes are full of tears whilst you gaze at Kate, completely terrified. 

“You should listen to me, Kate, and give me what I want or you can say goodbye to your girlfriend.” Fisk threatens with a harsh voice. “If you really loved her, you would’ve already saved her.”

“I’m not giving you anything.”

“Are you sure about that?” He replies before shooting you in the legs to prove he’s being serious.

“Let her go!” Kate yells following you cry of pain.

“You know what you have to do to save her life.”

“Fine! I’m gonna give it to you, just let her go.”

“Kate, no!” you scream while Fisk tightens his grip on your neck.

Reluctantly, Kate slowly puts down her bow on the ground whilst looking at you as a way to reassure you. She takes her bag off her back and throws it at Fisk. A machiavellian smirk on his face, Fisk loosens his grip however he still doesn’t let you go. You can finally breathe a bit more easily when Fisk suddenly throws you on the side and grabs the bag. You scream as you feel yourself falling off the roof. Your body goes on the other side of the edge when a pair of hands grabs yours. Looking up, you see Kate holding you with all her might. 

“It’s gonna be okay, I’ve got you! I’m gonna pull you up. Hold on.” she comforts you as she tries to haul you up and Fisk runs away from the scene.

“Kate, I don’t have any more strength.”

A tear rolls down your face the second you talk. You’re physically exhausted. Fisk kidnapped you for a whole day to set a trap on Kate and he didn’t go easy on you - he’s known for his cruelty and you’ve seen it first hand. However, you do everything to help Kate to haul you up, in vain.

“I’m gonna find a solution. I’m gonna pull you up. I’m gonna do it.” Kate repeats to reassure you but also herself.

In addition to your fear, acceptance also takes over your body. You know she won’t be able to do it. Kate might be strong yet, you feel your hands slowly slipping from hers so, you tenderly look at her with a comforting smile.

“It’s gonna be okay, Kate. I love you.”

Kate’s panic stops as soon as she hears your sentence, it’s the first time you say ‘I love you’. You’ve only been together for three months and until now, you didn’t dare to say those three words.

“I told you I’m gonna pull you up! Don’t say this as if you-”

“Kate, it’s okay.” you say softly.

“No, stop it. I-”

Kate doesn’t have the time to finish her sentence that your hands slip from hers and you fall down the building. Kate yells your name at the top of her lungs, your fall being engraved in her memory. The thud of your body colliding with the ground resonates and Kate can’t look away from you.

Kate takes a deep breath as she sits on her bed, panting. A hand on her chest, she tries to make sense of her nightmare. Kate brutally waking up makes you open your eyes so you turn around and see her, all shaken up. You sit down and put your hand on her shoulder, at your touch, she abruptly faces you, fear being replaced with relief in her eyes. You barely have the time to notice a tear streaming down her face when Kate throws herself in your arms.

“Kate, what’s wrong?” you question, worried.

“Everything is okay, you’re here.”

“You don’t seem okay.” 

“I’m fine, don’t worry. I just had a dream.” she lies, breaking the hug and faking a smile.

“Wanna talk about it? You seem pretty upset because of it.”

“No need. It was nothing. It was just a stupid dream, it didn’t mean anything. I’m fine.” Kate quickly says before standing up from the bed. “I have to go, I have training soon. You can stay here, if you want to or you can do something else, I’ll probably be home late. Be careful and call me if there’s anything weird.”

Kate finishes her rambling by pecking your lips and then, she runs away from her bedroom as if it was on fire. You stare at where she left, completely confused. Despite what she said, you can see right through her and you know this dream upset her. You tell yourself you should talk to her about it once she’s calmed down.

The following days, Kate’s nightmare keeps haunting her mind and she still hasn’t talked about it. Her nightmare made her question herself, more specifically your relationship. Though she’s never said it out loud, she loves you and she can’t lose you. Yet, since she became a vigilante after meeting Clint Barton, she has to take into account the dangers of this new life. Clint mentioned Natasha a few times and even if her death wasn’t like the one in her nightmare, the fact is, the Avengers are in constant danger and by extent their loved ones, too. Besides, since Kate’s mom went to jail, she is even more scared to lose the people she loves. 

Now that Kate has realised what it truly means being in a relationship with her, she’s not sure you’ve realised it, too. Kate is afraid to be the cause of your death due to her lifestyle so she wants to push you away, but she also wants to keep you close to her, though she knows it might be selfish on her part. She should talk to you about it, on the other hand if she does, she’ll just fall down a rabbit hole by saying too much and probably breaking up with you, her fears growing everyday so she prefers to stay silent. 

Obviously you’ve noticed she acts differently. You’ve tried to put her at ease several times without being too direct, fearing you’ll get her back up, however she always avoids the subject. 

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Kate asks, worried, searching for a potential wound.

She doesn't mention her nightmare even a week after and stays lost in her own thoughts. It kills you to see her distance yourself from you like this. You try to talk to her as much as you can but it's like talking to a brick wall and yet you keep making the conversation even if Kate doesn't seem to pay attention.

One day, whilst you’re both walking in the street, you tell Kate about your last exam. As usual the second you’re talking with someone, you don’t pay attention to where you’re going, focusing on your interlocutor. As you’re talking about how you feel about your exam, you just feel Kate violently grabbing you and making you take a step back then you see a blue car driving fast and honking.

“Thanks to you, I’m fine.”

“You really need to look in front of you when you’re talking, especially while walking in the streets!” she retorts, annoyed, “If I hadn’t been there, you could have had an accident! They were driving super fast, they could have hit you. Do you have any idea how reckless you are? You scared me! What if I hadn’t seen this car, you would have died in front of me!”

“But you saw it just in time and you pulled me back before it could hit me. I’m fine, Kate, we were more scared than hurt.” you calmly affirm, hoping to ease the tension.

“Because you were lucky! You won’t always be, something can happen to you at any given moment.”

Kate’s breath gets more jerky and you understand this goes way deeper than a bad driver. You force Kate to look at you before saying with a reassuring tone:

“Kate, breathe. I’m fine, you’re fine, we’re both fine.”

“I got so scared.”

“I know. Come on, let’s go to my place.” you tell her as you start to drag her in the opposite direction.

“But you wanted to buy the new book you’ve been waiting for months.” Kate protests, confused.

“I’ll buy it another day. We should get home, far away from the cars.” you state with a small smile though Kate isn’t in the mood to laugh. “Too soon?”

“Yes, barely two minutes after your almost accident is too soon.”

“Sorry. Come on.” you say, taking Kate’s hand in yours.

You turn around and start walking to your place whilst you stroke Kate’s hand with your thumb as a way to comfort her. Kate’s reaction confirms you have to make her talk, even if you have to force her. Something is wrong and she’s anxious, more specifically about you and you don’t know why.

Once you get in your small apartment, you let her sit on your couch whilst you make two hot chocolates - no matter the season, Kate loves to drink them. You hope the hot drinks will put her at ease so she’ll talk more easily. As soon as the beverages are ready, you join her on the couch. You let her take a few sips before speaking.

“Kate, we need to talk.”

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” she states, avoiding your gaze.

“You’re clearly anxious about something, you can’t just stay in your fear all alone. Talk to me.”

“I…,” Kate starts with hesitation, “I wonder if you really know what you got yourself into when you decided to date me and if it’s not the case then, I wonder if you’ll still want to be with me when you’ll realise it.”

“Why are you saying that?”

“You died.” she bluntly states.

“Kate, the car didn’t run me over.”

“In my dream.”

“The one you had last week? Why didn’t you tell me?” you question, starting to understand the situation better.

“You died and it was my fault.”

“I’m sure that’s not true.”

“It is,” Kate insists with teary eyes, “Fisk found me again and he wanted my bag - I have no idea what was so precious in this bag but he wouldn’t let it go and to force me to give it to him, he had kidnaped you. He even shot you in the leg and once I finally gave him the bag, he threw you off the building roof - because, yeah we were on a building roof - and I tried to pull you back but I didn’t have enough strength and… and you fell.” she tells you, her voice breaking at her last sentence. “You died and it was my fault. If I had listened to Fisk earlier, if I had had more strength-”

“Kate, it was only a dream.” you interrupt her, taking her hand in yours.

“It didn’t feel like a dream, it felt so real and it made me think.” Kate retorts, putting her cup on the living room table. “At any moment, it could be real. Now that I’ve worked with Hawkeye and with my mom who worked for Fisk, I could be a target and I don’t want you to get hurt because of me. I care about you too much to lose you, especially if it’s my fault. And even if I’m no Spider-man or Captain America, with time, I could have more enemies way more ruthless than Fisk and Fisk is awful enough. This nightmare was like a wake-up call, I can’t be with you because it means you’re in danger and you're already putting yourself in danger when you’re talking in the street without looking where you’re going. Who walks without watching where they’re going seriously?” She rambles before going back to her main argument. “The fact is, by dating me, you put yourself in danger and it’s something you should keep in mind,” Kate adds before taking a deep breath. “Okay, having said all that, do you still wanna be with me? ‘Cause, like, I wanna be with you, maybe even forever, holy shit, maybe not forever. I mean, I’m not saying ‘not forever,’” Kate nervously adds without giving you the time to answer, “I actually have no idea what I’m saying. Are you mad at me because I’m pushing you to break up with me because of a stupid nightmare? You’re mad at me, I’m sure of it and it’s cool if you are, I don’t care. It’s just that with this dream, I can’t stop wondering if it’s a sign, like a premonitory one, you know and if it’s true, I’d forever resent myself for not protecting you by giving you an exit when there was still a chance. And, oh my God, I think I talk too much.” Kate tells herself, “I’m talking too much, aren’t I? I should let you talk. Like you said, we should talk and… Ah! Just shut the fuck up!” she screams, frustrated.

“I haven’t said anything!” you reply, putting your hands up to prove your innocence.

“Not you, sorry, I meant me.” Kate corrects with a guilty face. “I meant I should shut up and let you talk.”

“Can I talk?” you ask after letting her breath for a second. Once she nods, you start speaking again. “Kate, I get your nightmare scared you, but it doesn’t mean it’ll happen. Besides, I knew what I was getting myself into by dating you - I mean, you bragged about working with Hawkeye on our first date so I knew for the whole vigilante thing, potential enemies and everything and I still accepted to go on a second date with you. I’m aware of all of this and despite it, I don’t want us to break up, particularly because of a nightmare.” you add with a soft yet firm voice. “And also, I don’t want to leave you alone. Being a vigilante is already complicated enough, you can’t isolate yourself. You have to talk to me when you’re not okay, especially if you get yourself worried sick. I want to be with you. I might not know how to do archery or fight but I can be here for you. I want to be here for you. You can try and give me every exit you want but I’ll still want to be with you. I love you, Kate.” you confess, looking her straight in the eyes.

“You love me?” Kate questions, stunned.

“Of course.”

“Wow, I didn’t think we were at the stage of our relationship and I didn’t think you’d say it during this kind of conversation. I mean, technically, in my dream, you said it before dying though we should probably forget about that dream. Anyway, I thought you’d say it when we’d be doing something much more romantic. God, I’m rambling again, aren’t I?”

You lightly laugh before putting your hands on both sides of her face and kissing Kate. As she feels your lips on hers, Kate’s fears finally calm down. The kiss only lasts for a few seconds so it can allow Kate to focus on something else, yet it doesn’t mean it’s not full of love and tenderness. Once you break the kiss, Kate gives you a smile you find cute.

“I love you, too.” she says, stroking your right hand on her cheek.

“I love you and I want to be with you, Kate Bishop, no matter what you can say to dissuade me.”

At your words, Kate’s smile gets bigger, grateful she’s found someone so comprehensive and kind as you are. She couldn’t have dreamed of a sweeter girlfriend in this brutal world.

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Unlikely Duet - 1

length: 3k+ words

Genre: Fluff

NewJeans Minji x Male OC

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“Yuno Lin! Detention! NOW!”

The sight of Principal Geier’s screaming face was nothing new to me. The bright shade of red on his furious expression combined with his shiny bald head made him look like a ripe tomato. I’d chuckle at the thought if my chest didn’t hurt every time I so much as breathe.

A crowd of students and teachers had huddled around Bryce Merten’s unconscious body. The football player’s face was all bloodied and bruised, but he was breathing, for better or for worse. I grabbed my bag I had tossed on the ground and trudged my way back into the main building of the school. 

It was the end of the school day, so some students were still hovering around their lockers, getting their stuff or talking to their friends. The echoes of my footsteps reverberated throughout the hallway, alerting others of my presence. The look of fear and confusion as they see my face full of cuts and bruises is also nothing new to me. I pay them no mind as I walk the familiar route to the detention room.

I pushed open the door, its creak announcing my entrance. Instead of the usual stern expression of Ms. Rusnak’s wrinkly face, I am suddenly face to face with Minji Kim, the golden girl of Evergreen High School. She’s the student council president and ranked #1 in the entire school, basically the poster child of perfection.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” Her voice, laced with an unexpected sincerity, caught me off guard. She stood up from her desk and walked towards me, her face full of concern. I shrugged, ready for the usual judgment or disdain, and walked past her, taking a seat in the front row of desks. She sat back down at the teacher’s desk where she had been working on a pile of paperwork before my arrival and glanced at me with a worried expression, tracing my wounds with her eyes.

“What happened to you?” she asks. 

I hesitated for a moment, not used to the genuine concern in her voice. Reluctantly, I recounted the events that led to the fight, how Bryce had been tormenting a freshman for weeks, and how it ended up with him face down on the concrete.

Minji listened, her expression shifting from stern to contemplative. When I finished, she sighed, her shoulders slumping.

“Look, I get it. You just wanted to help, but you can’t be doing it like this. You could get expelled. You should have spoken to a teacher about it,” she suggested, her voice gentle yet firm.

I scoffed, bitterness seeping into my tone. “You think they would have done anything? They knew about it the entire time, but that fucker is on the football team, so they turned a blind eye to the whole thing.” I let out a deep breath, glaring at her. “He needed a good punch to the jaw. I just happened to be the one doing it.”

Minji frowned, her eyes searching mine. “I know it’s frustrating, but taking matters into your own hands isn’t the solution. You could get expelled for this, and then what? You won’t be able to help anyone.”

I avoid meeting her eyes, my gaze fixed on the scuffed surface of the desk. “I had to do it,” I muttered. “No one else would.”

She sighed, realizing the impasse between us. “Just… be careful. I’m sure your friends wouldn’t want to see you hurt,” she remarked as she turned back to continue her paperwork with a sigh.

Her words stuck in my head as I continued to stare at the desk. She was right. Of course she was right. If the teachers actually did their job and reprimanded the bullies the first time, then I would have never had to fight. Hell, I never enjoyed fighting in the first place. But I had to do it. Someone had to knock some sense into these sons of bitches and that responsibility was unfortunately bestowed upon me for whatever reason. And… Did she say “friends”? What friends? Everyone was too afraid to even look at me. Surely she knew that… right?

The minutes ticked along, our conversation lingering in the air. Eventually, a bell sounded on the PA system, signaling the end of detention. Without a word, I gather my bag and start to leave, but something stops me. I glance out the window and notice the darkness settling over the school grounds. It would be easy for me to just leave and move on with my life, but a voice inside at the back of my head was urging me to do the right thing. Despite my better judgment, I turned back around.

“I’ll walk you home,” I said, the words leaving my mouth before I have the time to process them.

She looked up at me, a look of surprise in her eyes. “O-oh, you don’t have t-”

“It’s dark outside,” I interrupted, my tone leaving no room for argument. “It’ll be too dangerous if you walk home alone.”

Minji offered a small smile, appreciating the sentiment. “Thank you for the offer, but I can manage. I don’t live that far anyways.”

“Let me walk you home then,” I insisted, my voice surprisingly unwavering. “If you don’t live far, then I’ll be out of your hair in no time. Just let me make sure you get home okay.”

She studied me for a moment, uncertainty flickering on her face. Finally, she relented with a small nod. “Fine. But just this once.”

I merely grunted in response as I held the door open for her. We walk through the dimly lit hallways and exit the main building into the cold, gray night. A heavy silence hung between us as we left the campus, greeted only by the faint glow from a couple street lights casting long shadows on the pavement.

We walked side by side, the echoes of our footsteps reverberating through the empty streets. Minji seemed lost in her thoughts, her gaze fixed on the path ahead. I maintained a distance from her, not wanting to make her uncomfortable as we approached the street that led to her house.

As we near her house, the first droplets of rain pattered onto the pavement, foreshadowing the impending downpour. 

Minji glanced up and snapped out of her trance, her expression shifting from contemplation to annoyance. “That’s just great. We’re gonna get soaked.” Without exchanging words, we quickened our pace, hoping to reach her house as soon as possible. 

Our slight jog turned into a sprint as the rain intensified. The glow of her porch lights beckoned to us like a lighthouse guiding us toward its welcoming shine. Reaching the shelter of her porch, we stood there and watched the rain get heavier and heavier, transforming the world around us into a blurry, mesmerizing dance of droplets.

Deciding it was time to leave, I shifted my weight, preparing myself to step back into the heavy downpour. But before I could move, I felt Minji’s hand gently touch my arm, stopping me in my tracks.

“Wait,” she said, her voice barely audible over the sound of the rain hitting her roof. “Stay here.”

I glanced at her, my eyes wide in confusion. “What?”

Her cheeks turn a bright shade of pink as she shakes her head. “I-I mean until the rain lets up.”

“I'll be fine. It’s just a little rain,” I say. As if on cue, the sound of thunder booms in the distance.

Before I could protest anymore, Minji opened her front door and gestured for me to come inside. “You’ll catch a cold if you go out like this. And it’s the least I can do to repay you for walking me home.” 

I glance back at the unrelenting rain one last time and sigh. “Okay. I’ll leave once the rain lets up.”

Minji smiled at me, leading the way inside. The warmth of her home enveloped me, a welcome contrast to the cold rain outside. I stood awkwardly near the entrance, the sound of the rain becoming mere background noise as Minji shuts the door behind us.

“Wait here, let me get you something dry to wear,” Minji says as she kicks off her shoes and disappears up the stairs. Curiously, I peer into her living room while I wait for her, being careful not to drip any water onto the carpet. A comfy-looking brown coach faces a large flat-screen TV, one that I’ve only seen in the electronics aisle at Walmart. Various pictures line the shelves around the TV, including family photos, a wedding photo of what could be her parents, and a graduation photo of an older boy I haven’t seen before.

The sound of Minji’s footsteps breaks me out of my thoughts. She appears in front of me with a blue sweater and black sweatpants neatly folded in her hands. “Here. It’s my older brother’s. He’s away for college right now, so I’m sure he won’t mind if you borrow them.” She hands them to me, a small smile on her face.

I took them from her, scanning her outfit. She had changed into a simple graphic T-shirt and black cotton shirts, a far cry from the usual school uniform that I see her wearing. Then, a sudden realization hit me - by some odd twist of fate, I was standing inside Minji Kim’s house. The atmosphere shifted and I brought my guard up in this unfamiliar setting.

“Thanks, Minji,” I muttered, unsure of what else to say.

“No problem, uhh…” Minji’s voice faltered as she suddenly brought her hands up to her face, the light pink hues of blush peeking through the cracks of her fingers. “Oh my god… I never asked for your name…”

I raised an eyebrow, surprised by the oversight. “Yuno. Yuno Lin.”

She uncovered her face as her embarrassment transformed into a sheepish smile. “Right, Yuno. I’m so sorry, it’s been a long day with the rain and all this work I had to do.” She walked past me, into the living room area, avoiding my gaze. “There’s a bathroom right around this corner that you can change in. I’ll make us some tea in the meantime,” she said with an apologetic look on her face. I simply nod and kick off my shoes before following her deeper into her house.

I enter the bathroom while she disappears into the kitchen, presumably to make the tea. I strip off my uniform shirt, completely drenched from the rain, and examine my upper body in the mirror. A fist-sized blob of bluish-purple and red adorned my chest like a shitty tattoo, alongside another bruise on my arm and a couple more cuts on my cheek and lips. I shrugged. Not the worst thing that’s happened to me.

I quickly remove the rest of my wet clothes and change into the clothes Minji gave me, leaving my soaked school uniform in a messy pile on the bathroom counter. The warm fabric felt foreign, but welcoming. As I stepped out of the bathroom, the comforting scent of black tea hit my nose, leading me to the kitchen where Minji was steeping two cups of the stuff.

She turns to me, a warm smile on her face. “The tea is almost ready.” I watch as she reaches into a drawer and pulls out a first aid kit.  “Let me help you with the cuts.”

I shake my head, “I’m fine.”

Minji frowns at me and gently pushes me back into a chair. Before I can protest, she’s already cleaning the cuts on my face with antiseptic, her touch surprisingly gentle. I feel an odd sensation in my chest as I steal a glance at her, her face almost uncomfortably close to mine as she focuses on her task. 

“There,” she says, finishing up with a small bandage on my cheek. “You’re good to go.”

I grunt in response, still feeling a little flustered. Minji hands me a cup of warm tea, our fingers brushing briefly. I take a sip, the warmth of the liquid heating me up from the inside.

“Thanks,” I muttered, avoiding her gaze as I stared down at the contents of the mug in my hands. 

Minji, seemingly oblivious to the hint of awkwardness that I feel, takes a seat on the kitchen counter across from me. “No problem. It’s the least I can do.”

I take another sip of tea, unsure of how to navigate this foreign scenario. I try to rack my brain, searching for something to say, but nothing comes out. Thankfully, Ms. student council president manages to save the day.

“Soo…” she starts, her eyes peering into her cup. “What do you usually do when you’re not getting into fights?”

I glanced up at her, surprised by the sudden question. “Um… I don’t know. Nap, I guess.”

Minji giggles softly, trying to lighten the mood. “Really? That’s quite… unique.” She flashes a bright smile at me.

I shrug, feeling a little embarrassed by her reaction. “What about you?” I ask after a pause. 

Minji chuckled, a smile lingering on her face. “Well, when I’m not studying or dealing with student council stuff, I like to sing.”

I look up at her, genuinely curious. “Really? I would’ve never guessed that.”

“Yeah, I haven’t really told anyone this aside from a few close friends. Sometimes I would tell my parents that I’m studying at the library, but in reality, I’m at the karaoke place with them.” She giggles to herself before her expression suddenly darkens and her gaze drops to the floor. Minji lets out a sigh before saying, “My parents would never approve. They want me to go to a good college and probably become a doctor or something.”

The room fell into a thoughtful silence, aside from the thunder and rain that continued to pour outside. I saw a side of Minji that was kept hidden behind the cheerful facade she usually wore. Despite the two of us being strangers before today, I couldn’t help but feel sympathetic towards her. I racked my mind, thinking of something to say that could offer her comfort.

“I-I’m sorry,” is all I managed to stutter out. I mentally facepalmed myself for not being able to help her more.

Minji looked up, her eyes meeting mine, and for a brief moment, I could see a deep sadness within them. She managed a small smile before looking back down at her mug. “It’s okay, Yuno. It’s just a silly hobby anyways.”

She steps off of the kitchen counter and downs the remainder of her tea before placing her mug in the sink. I watch as she peers over at the clock hanging on the wall, the arms pointing to 9:00. “It’s getting late, but…” Her gaze turns to the window above the sink, a sigh escaping her lips. “The rain isn’t letting up.”

I stand up from my chair, mentally preparing myself for the treacherous walk home. “It’s okay Minji, I ca-”

“You can spend the night here.”

My eyes grow wide in shock, staring at the back of her head as she continues to face the window. “H-huh?”

A million thoughts run through my head as her unexpected offer hangs through the air. Spending the night? At Minji’s place? It felt like I had suddenly woke up in an alternate reality and didn’t notice until now. 

Minji slowly turned to look at me, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush as she met my bewildered gaze with a sheepish smile. “Yeah… Look, it’s pouring outside and you could get sick. My parents are both gone for a business trip, so they won’t be back until this weekend.”

I hesitated, completely baffled at the situation I was faced with. No words come out as I continue to stare at Minji in shock. “I-I uhh… w-what?”

Minji briskly walks past me without another thought. “You can crash on the couch. I’ll get you some blankets.” 

I suddenly find myself alone in Minji’s kitchen. Me. In Minji’s house. Alone. With Minji. I don’t know how long I stood there in silence. I was like a deer caught in headlights, completely still despite the feeling of impending doom heading my way. My mind was running at a thousand miles a minute.

“Yuno!”

My head snaps towards the source of the sound. Minji’s head pokes out behind the wall leading to the living room. “Are you okay?”

I scratch my head, feeling a bit awkward. “Y-yeah, I’m good.” I come to my senses and walk towards the living room, where Minji placed a couple of pillows and two neatly folded blankets on the couch.

“Make yourself comfortable. Oh, I went ahead and put your uniform in the wash. It should be all nice and dry in the morning.” She says, flashing me a reassuring smile. I notice a twinge of anxiety deep within her eyes.

“T-thanks,” I reply sheepishly.

“If you need me, I’ll be upstairs in my room. Just knock.” Minji begins to walk away but stops at the foot of the stairs. “Um… Good night, Yuno.” She gives me a small smile before disappearing up the stairs.

I plop myself onto the couch and stare at the ceiling, unsure of what to make of this day. I replay the events in my head - The monotonous school day, followed by me kicking Bryce Merten’s ass. Meeting Minji in the detention room. The rain. And now I’m in Minji Kim’s house, drinking Minji Kim’s tea, and sitting on Minji Kim’s couch. What the fuck.

I lay down on the couch, the exhaustion of everything catching up to me. The plush cushions carry me gently, enveloping my body in comfort. My eyelids begin to get heavier and heavier until my vision eventually goes black. 

______________________________________________________________

Minji’s POV

“Hanni!! What should I do?!” I whisper-screamed into the phone.

“Girl, you’re gonna have to explain all that again, I could barely understand you,” I hear my friend reply in a snarky tone.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves before I relay the events again. “Okay, so I was just doing paperwork in the detention room because Ms. Rusnak was out and all of a sudden this guy named Yuno walks in with his face all bloody because he got into a fight somehow, and then I was gonna leave after detention ended, but he offered to walk me home, which was nice I guess, but then it started raining so I invited him to wait inside until the rain calmed down because I didn’t want him to get sick, but for some reason, the rain NEVER calmed down, so now he’s sleeping on my couch.” I stop to catch my breath at the end of my rambling, waiting for Hanni’s response.

“Wait, Yuno? As in Yuno Lin? The guy who knocked out Bryce Mertens?” she asked.

“Y-yeah… I think so.” I hesitantly admitted.

“I mean, I didn’t know you were into bad boys, but whatever floats your boat,” Hanni teases.

I groan in annoyance. “Hanni now is not the time for jokes! My parents will kill me if they find out I have a boy staying over!!”

I hear Hanni chuckle at her own joke. “Relax, Minj. Your parents won’t be back for three more days, you’ll be fine.”

I collapse face first into my bed, feeling defeated. “I guess so…” My muffled voice says into the mattress. I let out a long sigh, turning onto my back and staring at the ceiling.

“Sooo, what’s he like?” Hanni asks. “I always see him alone all the time, so I assumed he was just some creepy weirdo or something.”

I pause, contemplating my answer. “He’s… different from what I thought he would be. He’s not a creepy weirdo at all. He’s quiet and a little awkward, but he means well and seems nice enough.”

Hanni’s curiosity peaks. “Oooh, mysterious bad boy with a soft heart sleeping with the student council president. Sounds like a plot to a K-drama.”

I quickly sit up, my cheeks burning red with embarrassment. “Hanni!! It’s not like that at all!!” Hanni’s laugh can be heard from the speaker of my phone. I hang up and collapse back on the bed, too tired to deal with her for tonight. I let out a sigh and tightly shut my eyes, hoping that I’d wake up and find out all of this was just some weird dream.

[aristocratic-otter]

Hey, for once I’m posting early!  Thank you to : @blackberrysummerblog, @rimeswithpurple, @monbons, @thewholelemon, @artsyunderstudy,

@roomwithanopenfire, @larkral, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @wellbelesbian, @letraspal,

@prettygoododds, @bookish-bogwitch, and @whatevertheweather (good to see you back!) for the tags over the last two weeks. 

The summer has been good for me. I’m getting organized and having more time to write! I’ve started the new fic I teased a couple of weeks ago (the one that I was waiting to start until Heart in The Well finished). It’s probably going to be my angstiest one to date, fair warning. 

Here’s one snippet from each of my WIPs 

From Saving Simon Snow: 

“So, you think,” Bunce says slowly, “that the act of casting a spell is calling more magic to the area?”

“Kind of,” Simon says.” His lips twist and he tugs at his sleep-matted curls as he tries to work out how to explain himself. Then he shakes his head. “Actually, no. Not calls more magic. More like takes the magic that’s already there and concentrates it. Gives it a shape. Like, Normals are the source of magic, right? And they produce magic in and of themselves, but they can’t use it. It’s just, like, loose and spread out around them as they go about their lives. But then mages, we use words to give that loose magic a form, and that pulls it together, right? Pulls it into the shape the mage wants it to have. And so doesn’t that mean that Mages are pulling magic from the magical atmosphere each time they cast a spell?”

From Snow Fox: 

Every nerve in my body is on alert. 

I sent the boys home. They’re probably not the reason I’ve been betrayed, but right now, I can’t trust anyone. 

Except Simon.

I need to get to Simon. 

But first…I need to make sure I’m actually alone.

From TikTok Dancer: 

He’s dancing alone. His friends are there, running the music and cameras, but they’re also different. Quiet and focused. Also, if I’m reading their expressions correctly, they’re just a little bit worried, as they watch Simon dance. 

The whole thing makes me feel unsettled and oddly light. Like there’s a bubble of helium in my chest that will soon lift me right off the ground. I’m sure it has something to do with the fact that Simon Snow never takes his eyes off of me when he dances. 

From Stars, Flowers, and Children,

When I’m feeling greatly daring, I travel back to our home beach. I stop a distance away, and stay behind trees or rocks, but it gives me some comfort to watch the flicker of shadows in the firelight as Simon moves around performing his evening routine. It’s the only time I allow myself to watch him. If I see him during the day, my priority is to stay out of sight, but there’s little danger that he’ll go traipsing about looking for me after dark, so the darkness is my ally.

It hurts, to see him. But it’s a pain that fortifies me. After a few minutes watching him, I’m able to rest more peacefully knowing that he’s safe and well. The pain of missing him subsides enough to let me continue to live without him.

From Cupid’s Shield:

 “Baz, fight it. You have to. The anathema—”

Now I know he’s aware, in some form. I see fear on his face and tears forming in his eyes. But, at the same time, he’s reaching up to the collar of his own shirt, and ripping it away from his skin. 

That’s it. He’s helpless against Cupid’s spell. He’s going to lose everything because a fucking god with a grudge tore his free will away.

That’s probably my fault too. I pissed Cupid off. He must have hunted down Baz because I was immune to his arrows. That means it’s my responsibility to fix this. 

“Please,” he whispers.

From The Rat and the River

I’m aware that I don’t need to be out of bed right now. Simon Snow will be completely fine without me seeing him off. I could probably sleep for the hours the team will be gone, as there won’t be much for me to do until they’re back. 

Like I could sleep when Simon is out there. In the hot zone. 

It’s a sensationalistic term, “hot zone,” but it captures how I feel about the area of highest risk of infection. Hot, as in getting in hot water or hot as in playing with fire. 

Also hot as in Simon Snow is the hottest man I’ve ever known, even in a shapeless white positive-pressure suit, but that’s irrelevant right now. 

And from my new project, untitled as yet, the following: 

I feel myself slipping. 

Other than the daily cup of blood with a bendy straw, I haven’t seen light in weeks. Maybe months. And for the last several days or weeks, I’ve not even had that. I’ve woken up from a doze to find the blood already inside the coffin with me. I spend more time drifting, semi-conscious, than I do actually awake and aware now.

After all, there’s nothing good about being awake and aware. 

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look after me - mjf

part 2 to look after you

mjf x gender neutral! cole! reader

word count: 3.4k

warnings: scripted violence, injury, sneaking around, angst, language, hints of nsfw, language

summary: you and mjf have been sneaking around behind your brothers back for weeks. when max gets hurt, it’s your turn to take care of him

needless to say, it was not easy keeping your relationship with max a secret from adam. he had been even more protective than usual since you got injured, and you had barely been able to go anywhere without your brother following you since he got back to aew. no matter how many times you had assured him that you were fine, he still treated you like you would break if someone breathed too close to you. it was fine for the first few days, but after two weeks it was getting more than annoying. it also meant you had no time to hang out with max without your brother being there, which was making things difficult for both of you. the three of you spent a lot of time together, and you began training to get back in the ring now that you had been cleared. while adam was happy to see you and max getting along; he had no idea just how close you had became in just 48 hours together.

the three of you were in the gym at the hotel, when adam received a call on his cell, and he stepped away to answer it. once he was out of the room, max out his hand gently on your shoulder.

“hey there’s this cool new machine over here,” he said, and you followed him around the corner, only to be gently backed against the wall, his lips on yours in a heated kiss. his hands rested on your waist, fingertips threatening to slide underneath the hem of your shorts. he kissed your neck softly, and you had to use all of your willpower to push him away.

“we can’t do this here,” you sighed, defeated. his forehead rested on yours, a thin layer of sweat from working out covering his skin. “i want to-“

“i know. my brochaco for life is becoming a pain in my-“ you interrupted him with one more kiss, before you pushed his chest lightly, and he started walking back over to the main area of the gym.

“i’m just running to the washroom,” you said, and noticed adam walking back into the gym. good timing you thought. it wasn’t the first time you and max had almost been caught. you honestly weren’t sure how adam would react, besides the usual older brother protectiveness; this was his best friend. you checked over your appearance in the mirror, not really needing the washroom, just needing an excuse to why you were around the corner.

when you went back out in to the main area of the gym, adam had returned and was spotting max on the bench press. you tried no to make it too obvious that you were admiring max’s physique as he finished his rep and sat up on the bench.

“hey,” adam said, noticing you had returned to them. “that was britt- i’m a total idiot and forgot we had plans for our anniversary tonight. i gotta head out or i won’t be ready in time.”

“no worries,” you smiled. “you better suck up big time for forgetting your anniversary.”

“i know,” he sighed. “see you guys later.” he waved as he ran out of the gym in a panic, and you couldn’t help but laugh. once he was gone, max pulled you into his lap by your hips.

“gross- you’re all sweaty,” you giggled and tried to pull away but he laughed.

“shut up, you seemed to be enjoying watching me work out a minute ago,” he teased, and you felt your cheeks heat up. he kissed your lips, before you pulled back.

“do you think adam could tell?” you asked nervously. max shook his head.

“no, he’s oblivious. and he’s too worried about forgetting dinner to night to think about anything else.” you leaned forward to kiss him again, his teeth gently tugging at your bottom lip.

“you’re probably right.”

“of course i’m right- “ you rolled your eyes. he released his hold on you allowing you to stand up. “that does mean we have an evening without him for once.” max was right. this was the first time in weeks you and max even had the opportunity for alone time.

“did adam say what time he would be back?” you asked, and max shook his head, standing up off the bench.

“no - i’ll text you when he leaves though. i’m sure we’ll have at least a few hours,” he kissed your forehead, and you smiled. of course max and adam were sharing a hotel room, so max would know when he was gone. you just hoped you didn’t get caught.

•••

somehow, three months flew by without any suspicion from adam about what was going on between you and max. there had been a few instances where you almost got caught, but only because max had started being increasingly bold and taking more risks; and it was driving you crazy. whether it was kissing you when adam turned away, or holding you hand while walking behind him, it was almost as if he wanted to get caught.

currently, you and max were grabbing coffee from the hotel breakfast bar, surprisingly void of any other talent considering it was still morning. adam was in a meeting with tony, giving you a few moments alone while you grabbed breakfast for the three of you.

“we have to tell him eventually, or he’s gonna figure it out on his own.”

“i’m not sure which would be worse,“ you admitted. “i don’t know how happy he’s gonna be that-“

“that i’m banging his little sibling?” max laughed.

“it sounds worse when you say it like that,” you sighed. “i mean.. we’re together.. aren’t we?” you asked nervously. max set down the two coffees he was holding and turned to you.

“of course we are, babe. i didn’t mean it like that,” he said, sounding genuinely sorry. his kissed the top of your nose and you smiled, any doubts in your mind disappearing at the sweet gesture. a few seconds after you pulled away, adam rounded the corner, and smiled at both of you.

“morning,” he smiled, which you returned as max handed him his coffee. you and max went to sit at one of the table scattered around the courtyard while adam grabbed his food.

“that was close,” you mumbled.

“of the things he could catch us doing that’s probably the best case scenario-“ you punched his arm lightly and he smiled. “okay. i’ll be more careful.”

“who needs to be careful?” adam asked, sitting down next to max who was sat across the table from you.

“max. during his promo tonight with joe,” you covered. it wasn’t exactly a lie- max had injured his neck at a recent ppv and knowing how promos often ended, you didn’t want him getting more hurt, especially in the ring with someone as powerful as samoa joe.

“i’ll be fine,” max rolled his eyes.

“they’re right - a neck injury is serious business, buddy,” adam agreed with you, and you were thankful that your lie had been believable enough. you were worried about max getting in the ring at all with a neck injury, but you knew you couldn’t talk him out of it.

“i know!” max groaned. “i promise, i will be fine.” you felt him gently tap your leg with his foot reassuringly under the table, and you sighed, just hoping he was right.

•••

you were pacing back and forth just backstage as max and joe were in the ring, promoing their asses off. as the segment neared it’s end, things started to get physical, and adam looked at your nervously.

“you okay?” adam, who was also backstage, asked you. you nodded your eyes not leaving the screen in front of you. “you guys have gotten to be good friends, huh?” he asked innocently, and you simply nodded again, when joe slammed max onto the canvas, and he instantly grabbed his neck in pain. your eyes went wide and you looked at adam.

“please tell me that’s in the script?” you asked, panicked, and when adam didn’t reply you both ran out to the ring. adam slid under the ropes to keep joe away from max, and you ran around the ring to help him out of harms way.

“i can’t feel my arm,” he repeated over and over as he winced in pain, his eyes wet with tears.

“max-“

“i can’t feel my left arm,” he repeated, as adam and the medics rushed over to help get him out of the ring. adam looked at you, a worried expression on his face, but it was nothing compared to yours. you were letting max use you as a crutch, when the medical team took over, and you and adam stared at eachother for a second before following after them. max stopped halfway up the ramp, obviously in unbearable pain as he fell to a knee. you crouched in front of him, gently holding his face in your hands.

“it’s okay, you’re almost there, okay?” you assured him, and he nodded with teary eyes, powering through to stand again and continue the rest of the way backstage. roderick strong came out yelling about something, but you honestly couldn’t hear anything, your adrenaline was racing so much; the only thing you cared about was max.

medical staff managed to get him backstage, you and adam following behind as he was taken to the medical room. you and adam waited outside, and you leaned against the

wall, your eyes closed as you tried to calm down your breathing.

“he’ll be okay,” adam tried to reassure you. you shook your head.

“he looked scared, adam. i don’t know,” your voice wavered, remembering the look in max’s eyes. adam stood in front of you and you looked up at him with wet eyes. a look of realization came over your brothers face.

“you really care about him don’t you?” he asked, and you nodded, and adam pulled you into a hug. you buried your face in his chest, unable to stop from crying. you pulled back, wiping your eyes and trying to compose yourself.

“i’m glad you guys have become friends. he doesn’t really have any besides me.”

“yeah,” you spoke softly, unsure of what else to say, your mind focused on max, who was still being checked over by the doctor.

“there’s not … anything else going on is there?”

“are you really asking me that right now? your best friend maybe broke his neck and you wanna know if i’m sleeping with him?” you snapped, the stress of the situation getting the better of you.

“relax! just the way you looked at eachother i thought-“

“maybe now isn’t the time for this conversation,” you pleased, rubbing your temple, and adam laughed in disbelief.

“so you are sleeping with him?” he scoffed. “i can’t believe this.”

“i can’t believe you care more about that than your best friend right now!” you yelled back.

“i can’t believe you two would go behind my back like that! why didn’t you just tell me in the first place?”

“i don’t know - it just happened all of the sudden,” you pleaded.

“when?”

“..what?” you stuttered, your thoughts all over the place.

“when did it just happen? how long have you been sneaking around and fucking my best friend behind my back? i should kill him-“ he began to reach for the door to the medical room, and you pushed him back hard, your hands against his chest as you put yourself between him and the door.

“are you kidding me? what’s wrong with you- that’s your best friend!”

“i thought he was! but i guess he was just using me all along!”

“are you even listening to yourself? he is your friend! this wasn’t some long con to get in my pants - if it really matters i kissed him first!” you yelled, the two of you in a screaming match now. it had been a long time since you had fought like this, but you were siblings after all.

“whatever; you two really are perfect for eachother. how long until he starts going around behind your back?” he spat, before storming off.

“adam!” you called, tears falling again. when didn’t come back, you slid down the wall to sit in a slump on the floor.

you heard the door open next to you a few minutes later and one of the medical staff stepped out. you practically leapt off the floor, dusting off the seat of your pants.

“is he okay?” you asked.

“he’s asleep right now. but yes, he will be okay. we gave him some medication for the pain, but there’s no severe damage. the bump just agitated the injury and caused him to temporarily loose feeling in his arm. some advil and a few days of rest and he’ll be feeling much better,” the doctor explained, and you breathed a sigh of relief. “you can see him now.” you nodded as the doctor stepped aside to let you into the room. max was asleep on the small hospital bed, a white blanket over his torso and a thin layer of sweat covering his forehead and arms. you sat in the chair next to his bed, gently taking his hand in yours.

“hey max,” you whispered. he stirred slightly in his sleep but didn’t wake up, and you smiled, glad he was getting some rest.

“are you okay?” a nurse asked you, and you gave her a puzzled look. “that sounded like an intense conversation,” she clarified, and you became embarrassed realizing that everyone in the room could hear your argument with adam.

“i’ll be fine. we’re family, he’ll come around. thank you,” you smiled sadly, and the nurse returned it, patting you on the shoulder softly before exiting the room, leaving you alone with max. you breathed out a heavy sigh, exhausted after everything that had happened, and rested your head on the edge of the bed, quickly falling asleep.

•••

you woke up a few hours later to max gently drawing little patterns on your hand that previously had been holding his.

“hey,” you mumbled sleepily, rubbing your eyes with your other hand, and he smiled softly at you.

“hey,” he replied. his voice deep from just waking up as well.

“how are you feeling?” you asked, sitting up more, your back stiff from hunching over.

“better. my neck is still sore, but i can feel my arm again,” he laughed lightly.

“that’s good. i was really worried about you, max.”

“i know, baby. i’m gonna be fine.” you stood up to gently kiss his lips. you sat back down, and max looked at you nervously.

“is adam…”

“he’s-“ you sighed. “i don’t think he really wants to talk to either of us right now. i’m sorry max.” he grabbed your hand reassuringly.

“i should kick his ass for yelling at you like that.”

“how much did you hear?” you asked.

“bits and pieces; enough to know he doesn’t get to talk to you like that.”

“you’re right. i am trying to see it from his perspective too though. i get why he’s mad, i think he just overreacted because he’s also worried about you. he kinda found out the worst possible time.” you both sighed. “he just needs time to cool off. he’ll come around.” you sat in comfortable silence for a moment before max changed the subject.

“when do i get to get out of this place?” he asked. you looked around for one of the nurses as max sat up in the bed. you found the nurse, who checked max over one more time and decided he was cleared to leave, you helped him out of bed. max was mostly fine to walk on his own, but had an arm over your shoulder just in case. as you headed to the parking garage to drive the two of you back to your hotel, you almost ran in to samoa joe in the hallway, and he walked over.

“hey, max; how are you doing?” he extended a hand to max. joe was one of the most well respected talents you had ever met, and you knew he was being genuine.

“i’ll be okay,” max smiled, shaking joes hand.

“seems like you’ll be taken good care of with this one,” joe smiled, gesturing to you.

“yes sir,” you joked.

“take it easy.”

“you too,” max replied, and the two of you continued to your car.

•••

you arrived at the hotel room, deciding max would stay with you rather than risk adam ripping his head off. max had brought his bag from the venue that had a change of clothes with him, as well as his phone and other essential items, so there wasn’t a need to go to his room anyways. you noticed he was still having a bit of difficulty moving his left arm, and you walked over to help him out of his clothes. he had thrown a zip up hoodie on the leave the venue, but otherwise was still shirtless and just wearing his jeans from his promo with joe. max was trying to shrug off the hoodie, when your hands lightly slid underneath the fabric and over his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

“what are you doing?” max whispered.

“i’m helping you. you can barely walk, don’t get any crazy ideas,” you smirked. max couldn’t help his breath catching in his throat as your fingers found the buckle of his belt, before undoing the button of his jeans.

“you’re doing this on purpose-“

“do you want to sleep in jeans?”

“i don’t care what i’m wearing as long as you’re there-“ you cut him off with a kiss, a smile on both of your faces when you pulled away. you finished undoing his jeans and slid them down his legs, letting him step out of them and leaving him just in his black boxers.

“this seems unfair,” he pouted, and you rolled your eyes, but took your jacket off, tossing it aside with the rest of the discarded clothing that had begun to pile up on the floor. you began to undo you pants but max pushed your hand aside with his good arm. he pressed his forehead to yours as he focused on undoing the button with one hand.

“you don’t have to-“

“shh,” he kissed you lips softly. “just let me help.” you nodded, and he got them undone and let you slide them down your legs before removing them completely. you pulled your shirt over your head, leaving you both in just your undergarments before you wrapped your arms around his waist.

“let’s go to bed,” you said, pressing featherlight kisses to the side of his neck, not wanting to hurt him anymore tonight. he groaned softly, his hands gripping your hips.

“you’re being a tease.”

“you love it,” you smiled, kissing his lips. he hummed in response, and let you drag him by his good arm to the bed. you switched off the light before you laid down next to eachother, and max pulled you on top of him almost immediately, his lips roughly on yours in a heartbeat.

“max….” you pushed away. “trust me; i want to. it sucks that we’re in this situation again, but i really don’t want to hurt you.”

“i know,” he sighed, kissing you softly this time. “thank you for taking care of me this time.”

“anytime. but let’s not make this a routine okay? i’m tired of one of us being hurt,” you laughed, curling into his side and nuzzling into his neck.

“deal,” he agreed, kissing the top of your head. you were silent for a moment before you mumbled softly something that had been on your mind all night.

“i love you, max.” you knew it was a risk; you had only been together for a few months, but after seeing him in so much pain tonight, and how it affected you, you knew it was the truth. “you don’t have to say it back if you don’t feel the same. i just wanted you to know.” he tightened his grip around you with his good arm, and kissed your forehead one more time.

“i love you too.” you smiled contently, safe in the embrace of the man you loved. you knew it would take time for adam to come around, but you were relieved that max was okay, and at least for tonight, thats all that mattered to you.

🏷️ taglist: @frodhoebagginit

[moonshoon]

“Bite Me”

MASTERLIST

pairing: vampire!sunghoon x reader genre: smut, very very light angst word count: 1.2k

summary: reader comes home to sunghoon drinking blood out of a bag, she doesn’t know what’s going on, but she experiences the best sex in her life

warnings: vampire!sunghoon, blood sucking, fangs, biting, big dick!sunghoon, coming inside, kitchen sex, a little angsty, smut

shortenings: none

!WARNING! contains +18, MDNI

i was walking home from work, since my workplace wasn’t too far away from our house. today i was able to finish work quicker since my boss only gave me one last task to do and then i was free to leave. sometimes i really love my boss... 

when i arrived at our house i could see that someone was in the kitchen through the window. the figure opened the fridge, that’s when i realized it was my lovely husband standing there. 

i continued walking up to the entrance, opening the door slowly. i tried to be as quiet as possible, trying not to let my husband know that i was home already, to surprise him. 

after kicking off my shoes and putting away all of my other stuff, i made my way into the kitchen, aproaching sunghoon from behind. and when i was only a few meters away from him, he turned around, shocked expression adorning his face. he held something in his hands, a bag with red liquid in it, two holes at the top of the bag. some of the red liquid was on his lips and running down his chin. he wasn’t wearing a shirt, and the red stains went further down, almost reaching his precisely trimmed happy trail. i let out a loud shriek at the shocking sight of him standing there like this. 

“babe, i- i can explain!” he started, stuttering. as he opened his mouth, i could see the sharp fangs peeking out of his mouth, confirming my suspicion. he was indeed a vampire. “don’t.” i said, his expression turning into a desperate one. 

“please, hear me out! don’t leave, baby” he pleaded, coming over to me. 

my first reaction was to take a step back, which made him even more unsure, before i spoke. “don’t worry. i won’t leave. i’m just a little shocked and dissapointed...” “dissapointed?” he asked hesitantly. “dissapointed that you didn’t think of telling me this, hoon.” a relieved sigh left his mouth as he walked over to me embracing me in a tight hug. “so glad that i have the most beautiful, understanding, gorgeous, fabulous fucking wife in the world.” he whispered out against my neck. 

the feeling of his now suddenly cold breath against my neck made me have goosebumps all over. when he noticed me shivering, he opened his mouth a little wider, letting his sharp fangs glide along the column of my neck, down to the start of my shoulders.

“bite me” i said, my voice just a light whimper. 

“ask nicely, doll. or i won’t give it to you.”

as he continued teasing me with light kisses along my upper chest area, also letting his fangs out from time to time. i couldn’t form any comprehensible words with his actions, unable to think straight. 

“please- please, bite me, hoon” i whined out after a few seconds. 

“there we go.” he chuckled out teasingly, putting his fangs right on my neck, lightly biting down. “come on, or i won’t let you suck my blood eve-” “no.” he almost growled out, biting down harshly. i could feel his fangs dig deep into my skin, then him beginning to suck, basically drinking the blood out of my body. 

strangely, only the first second hurt, then a weirdly pleasurable feeling spread throughout my body. i couldn’t hold back and let out a sweet moan at the feeling. sunghoon hummed against my neck, pulling away and licking over the wound to get rid of the blood spilling out. he came back up, looking me in my eyes, licking his blood stained lips. 

“feeling good?” he asked me cockily, raising an eyebrow and smirking down at me. his hands were on my ass, holding me close. i could feel the bulge slowly forming against my front. “mhm” i hummed, letting my hands slide down his body, from his neck to the front of his pants. quickly unbuckling his belt, i unbuttoned his pants, pulling down the zipper too. he let the pants fall to the ground, stepping out of them, quick to be back against my body again. 

his hands made their way down to my thighs, lifting me up and carrying me over to the kitchen counter and putting me down there. he pulled down my pencil skirt, lifting off my shirt soon after. his mouth was quick to attack the top of my boobs, hands behind my back to unclasp my bra quickly to give some attention to my nipples. 

“hoon- oh god...” 

“don’t worry baby, i’m here to take care of you.” he whispered, continuing his kisses down my body. my hands shot to his hair, pulling at it from time to time as he tugged down my panties with his mouth, his fangs holding onto the fabric, almost making holes into it. 

when he pulled them off, he threw them to the ground, removing his boxers as well, them following on the ground. my gaze landed on his dick, eyes wide. “don’t worry darling. i’ll make it fit.” he said. “but-but why-” “why is it bigger? i’m in my vampire form now, doll.” i just gasped at his words. who knew having a vampire boyfriend would mean having a bigger dick in you?

“come on, fuck me with it then” i said with new found confidence, pulling him closer to me by wrapping my legs around his torso. as his hips met mine, i shuddered deeply. “gladly” he said, pushing in directly, pausing for some time to let me adjust to his size. 

after a few seconds he started moving, hands on my hips to pull me against himself every time he thrusted. i could feel him deep in me, rearrainging my insides with his dick. “so big, oh god” i moaned out. 

he let his head fall onto my shoulder, breathing heavily. “so perfect for me” he whimpered, his hands going to my waist to hold me close against himself. “let me mark you up.” he whispered, attaching his lips to my collar bones, sucking some marks onto them, same with my neck and chest. they were covered in bruises after just a few minutes. i let my nails scratch down his back to return the favor, his skin cold against mine. 

“oh- hoon, please. going to- please” i whimpered, trying to tell him that i was about to come. “yes, do it doll. cream on my cock. be a messy slut for me” he said, voice hoarse. i couldn’t hold back any longer and came, coating his dick with my slick. 

not even seconds after he came too, filling me up with his come. “why-why so much?” “god- i am a vampire, doll. everything has increased, even my load.” he panted, delivering a quick slap to my thigh before pulling out and reaching behind him to get a kitchen towel and cleaning up the come that was spilling out of me. 

“you have to make me squirt like this next time, hoon.” i said, tracing his abdomen with my nails, looking at the blood stains. 

“already thinking about a next time, hm?” he asked, teasing me. blush rose to my cheeks at his comment, and i hit his chest weakly. “don’t tease me.” i said grumpily when he lifted me up to carry me to the bathroom and fill a refreshing bath for the both of us. 

we might have had a second round in there...

[mischiefnevermanaged89-blog]

Gotta Be Somebody-part 2

Angel Reyes X Reader

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Angel

When Bishop introduce me to his daughter, I wasn’t expecting her. Honestly, I don’t know what I was expecting. Definitely not a girl who could work on her own bike and get dirty or who would sip a beer with the guys.

As I unloaded the van, my thoughts were on her the whole time. Pop’s words echoing in my head.

“She seems like a nice girl.”

“Yeah. She is.”

“Pretty, too.”

“Yeah.”

He chuckled. “Don’t screw it up.”

“What?”

“You’re chance with her. She’s got admiration in her eyes for you, son. You and I both know you could use a woman like that.”

“Yo, Prosepct!”

I turned to see Bishop standing on the porch of the clubhouse. He waved me over, cigarette in hand.

“I seen the way you were watching (Y/N). I’m going to give you this warning like I do everyone. She’s off limits. You can be her friend, help her when she needs it around the shop, but that’s it. She grew up in this life as much as I hate it. I don’t want her with someone who chooses the life. Got me?” He looked me in the eye, taking a drag of his smoke.

“Yeah. Yeah. I got you.”

He smirked. “Good. I want you watching her tonight. Keep an eye on her.”

“Any particular reason why?”

He chuckled. “Let’s just say she’ll need some added security after the show.” He turned and walked away.

I finished unloading the van and helped get everything set up for the other members to arrive. A few hours later, (Y/N) pulled back in the lot, her (h/l) (h/c) pinned back out of her face. She wore black leggings, combat boots and a tank top.

As soon as she turned around, her eyes instantly found mine and she smiled. Damn that was a pretty smile. She waved and I nodded at her. I watched as she walked over to Coco and Gilly and talked to them. They started wrapping her hands in white tape and rubbing her shoulders down.

“Losa!”

Everyone turned to see a tall skinny guy pulling off his kutte as he walked towards her.

“Manny. You ready to settle this?”

“Damn straight.” He met her and looked down on her. “Ring. Five minutes. Winner takes all bets fair and square and loser apologizes.”

“Agreed. But we both know you’re about to be kissing my ass in apologies.” She smirked at him.

I quickly made my way over and grabbed her arm. “What are you doing?”

“I’m about to show him what it means to disrespect me and let his old lady disrespect me.”

“You mean you’re going to fight him? Like hand to hand?”

“Yeah. How else?” She quirked and eyebrow at me. “Are you worried about me?” She smirked.

“A little. You could get hurt.”

She laughed and patted my chest. “Oh, Angel. Just watch and learn, prospecto.”

I watched her walk into the ring as Hank locked the door. Coco and Gilly standing to the side talking her up. She turned to look at me and gave me a wink. Before I knew it, Hank had rung a bell.

Fist began to fly. (Y/N) was quick on her feet and was able to dodge Manny fairly well. He got a few good punches on her but her height gave her quite the advantage to get him at a lower angle.

“Disrespect my old lady again, perra.”

“She deserved it. She needed to learn her place pendejo. And you’re about to learn yours for letting her act that way on my turf.”

With that, (Y/N) quickly turned with a kick to his ribs and a uppercut to his jaw, knocking him down and pinning him to the floor.

“I’ll take that apology now.” She said with the most devilish smirk.

Manny tapped the floor and (Y/N) helped him up. “I’m sorry for the disrespect. It won’t happen again.”

“Damn right it won’t.” She walked away and out the ring where everyone cheered at her. Hank patted her back and handed her a wad of cash.

“Damn girl. I didn’t know you could fight like that!” I said as she walked my way.

“I’m full of surprises.” She said with a raise of her arms. “Come on. Let me get cleaned up and I’ll get us a beer.”

I followed her inside and stood outside the bathroom. Keeping watch to make sure no one tried to mess with her like Bish wanted. Thirty minutes later she walked out, freshly showered and in jeans and a (f/c) shirt and Converse.

As she walked into the bar area cheers were heard all around. Bishop wrapped his arms around her and kissed her head. He held her out by the shoulders and inspected her face.

“You put a hella beatin’ on him, kid.”

“Yeah, well. Thank my old man for that. He raised me right to not take shit and handle my own.”

Bishop laughed. He looked at me and I nodded. I made sure to stay by her side all night. After we got a beer we found a spot on the sofa in the corner.

“How long you been fighting?” I asked, relaxing with my arm on the back of the couch and facing her.

She shrugged. “Since I was a kid. Kept getting in fights at school. Dad had to keep coming up there bailing me out. Finally one day after Coco and Gilly joined he had them teach me how to focus my anger on something other than people. They trained me to channel my anger and it helped. I started doing better in school and graduated. Sometimes I spar with the others here but tonight was the first time I’ve had an actual fight with one of them for a reason. Seems it paid off.” She raised her beer and smiled.

I smiled back. “What you goin to do with the money?”

“Put some of it into my bike. Finish her up. The rest I’m going to use to help dad out. There’s some things I want to do for him to show him how much he means to me.” She sat her empty bottle on the table.

“Want another one?” She nodded. “Be right back.” I grabbed us another round and went back to my spot.

“So, tell me more about your mom. She sounds like she was a wonderful person.”

I smirked. “She was. She was the best there was. Always made sure me and EZ had what we wanted. More so him than me.”

“What you mean?”

“She always doted on him. Read to him. Her and Pop were always pushing him to do his best in everything. I mean I tried. Sometimes didn’t have to try hard and managed to do good. But EZ man, he was pushed to be the best. In the end though, after mom was killed, he ended up behind bars and I ended up here.” I looked around and lifted my hands.

I looked at (Y/N) who had a small smile on her face, eyes looking like they were staring into my soul.

“What?”

“Sounds like she knew.”

“Knew what?”

“Knew you’d be okay.”

“How so?”

“Well, she pushed your brother, doted on him, made sure to help him be the best because she could see early on what he would eventually become if she didn’t. When she died, what happened to him?” She cocked an eyebrow at me. “Then there’s you. Sure you’re here, but have you been in trouble with the law? Ever been in trouble when you was a kid? Sounds to me like she knew who her good kid was and she didn’t have to worry about you turning out like one she’d lose sleep over at night. I’d say you turned out pretty damn good.”

I smiled and laid my head back. “Never thought of it like that. Where were you when I needed therapy cause of my fucked up childhood thoughts back in the day?”

She took a sip of her beer and shrugged her shoulders. “Who knows. I’m here now though. I know dad gave you the speech, but don’t let that stop you from wanting to talk. Just because I’m his kid and he’s the Prez don’t mean we can’t be friends.” She kicked my foot with hers. “Besides, I’d be bored as shit around here like I was without you around now.”

And there it was. That pretty fucking smile again.

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@ravennaortiz

[neolovesneo]

congrats on 400! ccan u do a fluff w chenle when u accidentally hurt urself while cooking pls?

YOUR IDIOT.

bf!chenle, gn!reader | fluff | domestic au

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Chenle couldn’t believe his eyes.

From one end to another, the table was filled with food.

Stacks of blueberry pancakes were drowning in maple syrup, freshly cut cubes of Chenle’s favorite fruit shone in the morning sunlight, and steam dances from the hot coffee in his mug into the air.

“Good morning!” you call out cheerily, busy flipping an omelette over in your frying pan.

Chenle’s jaw drops.

“You... cooked all this?” your boyfriend asks in shock, shuffling his way over to you. You hum in response, smiling as you picked up a plate.

“Thought I couldn’t do this, huh? Well, you were wrong.” you boast, plating up the omelette, which was still sizzling with hot melted butter.

Chenle couldn’t help but smile at how proud you were, standing back to give you space to move around.

“Okay, I admit it then.” Chenle laughs, leaning against the kitchen counter. “Maybe you can cook after all.”

You grin proudly, waving your frying pan around in victory. You’re just about to shout a ‘Told you so!’ , but the pan goes flying out of your grasp and into the air.

And of course, with your brain being… your brain, you reach out to grab the pan with your bare hands.

The moment the hot metal comes in contact with your hands, you shriek, dropping it noisily to the floor. You wince as tears spring to your eyes, the pain spiking at your skin.

Chenle rushes to your side, quickly pulling you over to the sink. Cold water rushes from the tap as he keeps your hands under it, moving back and forth so it could cool down.

“Are you okay? Why would you do that?” he asks in disbelief, concern heavy in his tone. “I don’t know!” you blubbered, tears now streaming down your cheeks.

Chenle’s heart ached to see you crying, and he reaches up with his free hand to rub your shoulder. “It’s alright, the cold water should help. And I’ll get you some medicine after this, okay?” he says.

You nod, sniffling.

Eventually the pain stops, flowing away like the water swirling down the drain. Chenle turns the tap off and moves to sit you down by the table.

“Why were you so careless?” he sighs, squatting down to observe your red hands. Thankfully, the burn was nothing serious, but it was definitely going to be tender for at least a day or two.

“Sorry.” you mumble, embarrassed.

Chenle makes a clicking sound with his tongue, taking burn cream out of the first-aid kit you had.

“What are you sorry for? Accidents happen. Don’t worry about it, okay? It’ll recover by tomorrow, I’m sure.” he assures you.

He’s gentle with you as he squeezes the cream onto your palms, carefully applying it over the burnt areas.

“There.” he says, dabbing the rest of the cream away with a tissue. “All done.”

Chenle finishes his sentence with a soft kiss to your hand, warmth spreading into your chest.

“Feeling better?” he asks, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. You nod, smiling softly.

Thank God you had your angel of a boyfriend.

“Alright then," he begins, a mischievous smile dawning on his face. "Time to devour my feast!” he announces dramatically, standing up straight.

“Hey, but I won’t be able to pick up my spoon!” you complained. “You have to feed me.”

Chenle bursts out laughing, planting his hands on his hips. “What, are you my baby now?”

You gasp dramatically, pretending to clutch at your 'broken' heart. “Have I not always been your baby?” you question.

The brown haired boy continues laughing as he slides into the seat beside you. “Alright, alright.” he giggles, picking up your spoon. “I got you.”

It’s now your turn to laugh as you watch him struggle to cut a bite-sized piece of a pancake for you, determination pulling his brows together.

“Oh, you’re an idiot.” you smile, leaning on his shoulder and looking at him.

Chenle looks back at you and he smiles too, bright and full of love.

“Well, I’m your idiot.” he whispers, kissing you.

© neolovesneo, 2023.

[acenolee]

Attention (Hybrid AU)

A/N: This is different from what I usually write but I’ve had the idea on my mind for a while now. I also know that this hybrid au came out of nowhere but I will also be writing (occasionally) hybrid au’s in addition to whatever else I write. If this isn’t for you then feel free to skip. FYI this will be shorter than my other posts.

Pairing: Jungkook x (Wolf) hybrid!reader

Genre: Fluff

“Y/N!” Jungkook practically screeched as he took off after your retreating form, you cackling mischievously as you ran off with his game controller. “Give it back! I’m in the middle of a tournament!”

“You’ll have to catch me first Kookie!” You called back playfully, rushing down the hallway and into the room you shared with Jungkook.

You’d already dropped the controller by the time Jungkook barged into the room and was sitting with your legs crossed, tail thumping gently against the bed.

Jungkook sighed tiredly. “Where’d you put it? I have to finish my tournament.”

“But Jungkook,” You whined. “You’ve been playing games all day. Won’t you take a break?”

“After I finish this tournament.” He promised, although the two of you knew that it was far from the truth.

With a little bit of a pout, you pulled the controller from your pocket and held it out for him. Just as he went to grab it, you pulled it out of his reach and wrapped your arms and tail around him, pulling him onto the bed.

“Y/N! What are you doing?”

“I want your attention!”

Before he could reply, you untangled yourself from him and pinned him on his back, straddling his small waist and grinning triumphantly.

Quickly catching onto the game, Jungkook chuckled and said, “So you want to play like that, huh?”

And then a full on wrestling match broke out between you two. You proved to be a more challenging opponent than Jungkook anticipated, being smaller you were able to squeeze out of his grasp quickly, and you were pretty strong as well.

“Not as easy as you thought, huh bunny?” You teased when he pulled back to catch his breath, wagging your tail playfully.

“Well you certainly know how to put up a fight.” Jungkook eventually relented, and you beamed with delight. “But it’ll take more than that for you to win.”

And the two of you went at it again.

Jungkook would grab your wrists to pin them to the bed, but you would either thrash so much that you dislodged him or would knock your shoulder against his with enough force to knock him off balance. It was a mess, you two rolling around on the bedsheets and running around the dorm and making so much noise so much that Namjoon poked his head in to make sure everything was alright.

The match ended when both you and Jungkook were to exhausted to continue, and you nuzzled into into Jungkook’s arms as he ran his fingers through your hair, massaging all over your scalp. What you didn’t expect, however, was for Jungkook to reach over and gently scratch behind your ear, a particularly tender spot.

You looked up with wide eyes, visibly surprised, and let out a little “oh”.

Jungkook froze mid-scratch and then hastily pulled his hand away - you didn’t miss the fear glittering in his eyes.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized with round eyes, looking like a lost puppy. “Should I not have? Did I hurt you?”

Immediately you shook your head. “I was just…surprised.” At his worried, slightly apprehensive face you quickly added, “But it was a good surprise.”

Jungkook still hesitated. “You don’t mind?”

“Nope. Here - do it again.”

You wrapped your hand around his and guided it to the gap in between your ears, aware of the somewhat tense silence between you too.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t, you won’t.”

After a moments hesitation, Jungkook complied and started to lightly scratch behind your ears, his touch gentle and loving. You melted into the touch, nuzzling into his chest with a small sigh. Jungkook continued to stroke your head and scratch your ears in a soothing manner, you had almost fallen asleep until he asked,

“Is it comfortable?”

In your sleepy state, you turned on your stomach, still caught up in his arms, to look at Jungkook. His eyes were wide with adoration and his lips were turned up in his bunny smile.

“Yes, very.” You replied. “Please continue.”

He looked at you curiously while continuing to scratch. “This is first time you’ve let me touch your ears ~ if i knew you’d like it so much I would’ve done this much sooner.”

“I was too shy to ask.”

“Aw jagi you don’t have to be worried about asking me for something~”

“I know I know.”

Jungkook smiled and rested his head upon yours, his breath growing shallow as sleep started to catch up with him.

Just as he dozed off, you murmured, “You can play that tournament tomorrow.” And he replied with a sleepy, “Okay.”

[quinns-shadowy-arts]

Let Me Take Care of You

Day 1 of @steddielovemonth's February prompts aka Steddie Love Month!   Rating: Mature  CW: None  Tags: Getting Together, Caring Steve Harrington, Post Season 4, AU- Everybody Lives/Nobody Dies, Fluff, Making-out.  WC: 1,039 Prompt: “Love is letting someone take care of you” submitted by: @starryeyedjanai 

Note: This is my first time uploading my writing! This is also my first ever post to Tumblr, so sorry if there's any mistakes or weird formatting! This definitely isn’t the best thing I’ve written, but it has been a really long time since I’ve written something. So I’m still proud of it! 

Steve and Eddie have been seeing each other a lot since March. After Vecna was killed, molotov cocktails blazing, and guns ringing out in triumph; Steve had pulled Eddie out of the Upside Down with his own two hands. He carried Eddie on his back to the Harrington house, where he nourished Eddie back to health. Steve spent everyday with Eddie, taking care of him. Restitching his wounds when Eddie ripped them back open, washing his hair with expensive shampoos and hair masks, and catering to Eddie’s every need while he slowly restored his body back to something more functional. Point is, Steve and Eddie spend a lot of time together. 

It didn’t stop once Eddie was out of recovery. Steve still kept him in his home. Even after the government scrambled to repent for their negligence by giving the Munson’s a brand new trailer, Steve still dropped by to see Eddie.

 That’s where they are now, in the new trailer watching a movie. Eddie picked out the movie, but he isn’t really paying attention. He is fiddling with the loose threads of his pants and tossing the occasional glance to Steve. Steve is paying attention to the movie, as far as Eddie can tell. Steve’s eyes are reflecting the light of the TV, the smile lines around his eyes deepen whenever he laughs at a dumb joke, his chest is rising with every breath; Steve looks good. He looks better than good, he looks dazzling. Eddie wants to jump him. He wants to crawl down the couch and onto Steve’s lap; to look into his eyes and make him smile for different reasons. 

“Hey, you good man?” Steve asks, and maybe Eddie’s glances weren’t that occasional. 

“Yeah sorry, just sorta- zoned out” Eddie smiles back. 

“Are you sure? You haven’t been watching the movie that much. Have you been getting sleep?” Steve persists and Jesus Christ- he is so caring. He cares for everyone around him, the kids, Robin, Eddie; anyone in Steve's life is sure to never feel disregarded. 

“Yeah, better than usual I think.” Eddie says. But then Steve slides over and wipes a tear off of Eddie’s face. He hadn’t even realized he was tearing up. 

“Eds, you’re crying. What’s wrong?” Steve’s eyebrows furrow in concern. Eddie wants to kiss it away, to ease Steve the way Steve eases him back to comfort. 

“It’s nothing man, don’t worry about it” Eddie mumbles. He would never be able to tell him. Steve has already seen him at his worst; bloody and oozy from still healing wounds, crying after a bad nightmare, naked and wet from the shower; but he couldn’t know that his best friend was crying from how lovey dovey he felt. Eddie couldn’t let Steve know about his mushy gushy feelings. 

“Eddie, please tell me what’s wrong. Is anything hurting?” Steve looks at Eddie with big eyes and his brows furrow impossibly further. Eddie doesn’t want S to be so concerned over nothing. Maybe he can tell him why he’s all teary eyed. 

“You just care so much, man. You give so much without anything in return. You always ask to make sure I’m ok, and you always haul the gremlins everywhere even though you know they won’t be paying you back for anything. I just want-” Eddie hesitates,

“I want to give you something in return. You make me feel so safe and cared for, I want to give that back to you.” Eddie finishes. Steve’s eyebrows raise in slight shock and blush begins to form on his cheeks. 

“You don’t have to do anything for me, Eds. I take care of you because I want to, not because I want something in return.” Steve whispers. . 

“But I want to give you something too, Stevie” Eddie looks into Steve’s eyes. They sit in silence, looking into each other's eyes. Eddie looks down first, he doesn’t mean to. He looks at Steve’s lips, they’re full and a beautiful apricot color. 

S looks down once he notices where Eddie’s eyes have gone. He licks his lips without thinking about it. He sways forward slightly, maintaining eye contact with Eddie’s lips. Eddie wobbles forward in response, now they’re only a few inches apart. Eddie can feel Steve’s breath on his face. He so desperately wants to move forward, to connect their lips and let Steve know how he feels. But he’s scared. His heart is quickening its pace.His breath shortens in anticipation. 

Steve moves in and their lips slot together. Eddie’s breath hitches; 

‘Holy shit this is happening, Steve likes me? He’s kissing me holy shit holy shit holyshit-” And then he wasn’t.

“Sorry, you were looking at me and I thought that maybe you like me and you probably didn’t want that and I-” Steve rushes out, Eddie cuts him off by kissing him. He was too anxious and caught up in the moment to move before, but he wasn’t messing this up again. 

Eddie moves his lips against Steve’s. He moves his hands up and onto Steve’s knee. He really wants Steve to know how much he likes him. Steve moves his hands up Eddie’s arms and onto his jaw. He kisses back with fervor. 

Emboldened by Steve’s response, Eddie runs his hands up from Steve’s knee and into his hair. His rings catch onto some of Steve’s locks. Steve gasps at the tug of the metal,

“Eddie-” Steve moans

“Fuck, Stevie, I know” Eddie groans back. Eddie moves his hands back down to Steve’s shoulders. He pushes Steve backwards and into the back of the couch. Steve goes willingly, shifting his hips back to give Eddie space. Eddie throws his leg over Steve’s lap. He feels Steve’s dick rub against his ass as he fully sits his weight down. Steve exhales, a whine slipping past his lips.

Eddie pulls back and looks into Steve’s eyes. They’re lidded and looking back at Eddie. The apricot of Steve’s lips have bloomed into a rosy color. They’re slick with spit and slightly parted. Steve’s chest heaves and his lips slide into a small smile. Looks like Eddie accomplished one of his goals, now for the more pressing one; 

“Let me take care of you, Stevie.” 

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Beyond the Walls (Gally x Female! Reader)

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Warnings: Language, Violence, Use of Y/N

Chapter 5: The Beginning of The End

Gally POV

I take my helmet off and look at the three in front of me who are soaked. Two of them looked relieved and the other looked shocked.

“Gally?” Minho asked.

“Minho.” I reply with a nod and look up from where they jumped. “You guys are nuts.” I tell them before turning around. Thomes spits out some water as Minho looks to still be in shock.

“I’ll explain later.” I heard Thomes say to Minho. We start to run through the city we stop behind some walls as some sires go by.

“Well, they’re definitely pissed.” I said as we catch our breaths.

“How far are the tunnels?” Thomes asked me and I looked at him. His eyes seemed to be more on Newt.

“Uh, maybe 12 blocks from here.” I replied not really knowing and he looked at me about to say something, but Newt started coughing and we both turned to him. He’s getting worse, and we don’t have much time I can tell. I turn back to Thomes. “We can make it.” He looked at me and we nodded to each other. We get up and turn around to look out onto the street. I can hear Minho and Newt talking behind us. I look back at them and Minho comes over to me and Thomes.

“Hey. How long has he been like this?” He asked us. Thomes starts to take his jacket off.

“He’ll be okay. We just gotta get to Y/N and Brenda.” Thomes tells him. “They got the serum.” He says taking his jacket fully off before getting up and I look out onto the street. “Come on, let’s go.”

“Who’s Y/N?” Minho asked, has Thomes gets Newt up. I stared at him for a moment.

“Let’s just say she’s someone who important to me.” I said back watching Thomes and Newt walk away. “She’s also one of the few people who is able to help Newt.” I looked down, then back out to the street.

“Why you helping us, Gally?” Minho then asked, I just stared at him. “I put a spear through your chest.” He continued and I nodded.

“Yeah. Nobody’s perfect, man.” I told him with a shrug. I got up and patted him on the shoulder and followed Newt and Thomes. We get a few blocks before we hear Brenda’s voice come through the walkie.

“Thomes, are you there?” Brenda says into the walkie as we come down the stairs. “Thomes, do you read me? It’s Brenda and Y/N” she says again, I look over the side wall and everywhere around us, making sure that we’re okay. Well, it’s good to hear from the two of them. Knowing that they’re alive somewhere.

“Hang on. Hang on. Set him down.” Thomes says putting Newt on the stairs and digging in his pocket for his walkie.

“Thomes. This is Brenda. Do you copy?” She says again.

“Yeah. Brenda, Y/N. Hey I’m here.” He replies to them walking down the stairs past me as I keep a look out.

“Where the hell are you guys?” She asked.

“We got Minho. We’re on our way to the tunnels now.” He pauses and looks back at Minho and Newt. “Y/N, He’s not doing so good.” He says into the walkie.

“Lesson don’t worry about that we got the serum. Okay.” I hear Y/N voice come through and she doesn’t sound hurt at least. I pay more attention to what’s being said over the walkie. “Plus, I gave Gally a vile.” Thomes looks at me as I try to find it. “It will put him to sleep, it won’t kill him. It’s only for when it gets bad, okay.” She finished. I dig out the vile showing Thomes, he takes it and puts it in his own pocket.

“You out it in his chest.” I said quickly.

“Thomes, somethings up. Lawrence is gone.” Brenda says over the walkie, we look at each other again in confusion. Wait, what?

“What is she talking about he’s gone?” I asked Thomes.

“Him, his crew, everything. All cleared out.” Y/N say next. “It’s just weird. I don’t know what’s going on.” I look down, this isn’t right. This was not part of the plan. What is Lawrence doing?

“I think you need to get the hell out of there. Now.” Brenda finishes. And look at Newt, who looks to be on the edge of turning.

“Okay, yeah. We’re on our way. Just have the serum ready.” Thomes calls back.

“Over.” Brenda replies.

“Alright we got to go.” Thomes says turning around and getting Newt up off the stairs. “We got to move right now. Let’s get him up.” I look towards the city wall something is about to happen and it ain’t going to be good.  We get a get a few more blocks before a large explosion goes off. We all duck a little before facing the main entrance to the city. Only to see it up in flames and smoke.

“We’re supposed to take down WCKD, not the whole dame city.” I say it out loud to no one in particular. We all just stand there for a few seconds staring as warning sirens start to go off. This is not the plan, not at all.

“Gally, come on.” Thomes tells me before him, and Minho carries Newt away. I stand there for a few more seconds before following. I get back in front of them leading the way.

“Tunnels are right up ahead.” I said before seeing what was happening in front of me. “Shit!” Seeing a bunch of WCKD vehicles. “Hey! Stay low! Stay low!” I tell them, we stop behind a concert plant holder. The solders are yelling a whole lot of things to each other. “Dame it!” How are we getting out of here now?

“What are they waiting for?” Minho asked, then an explosion goes off and a bunch of yelling gets louder. Even more explosions goes off. That’s Lawrence’s crew for sure.

“Get down, get down!” I say to them, as the two groups go at it.

“Stay down! Stay down!” I hear Thomes yell. One of the guys used a grenade launcher sending WCKD solders filing. (If you watch the movie, you hear the Wilhelm scream hear.)

“We gotta go. We gotta go.” I tell the frantic. If we stay here, it won’t turn out good. I’m also still in WCKD gear I just remembered, great. More explosions go off and shots are fired. “Come on. Let’s move, let’s move.” We get up and start moving away quickly as possible. We get to a building and go inside before another explosion goes off.

“Shit. You, okay?” Minho asked Newt.

“We’re not gonna make it.” I hear Thomes say. Looking over I find him on the walkie talking to most likely Brenda.

“Wait, what are you talking about?” Her voice comes through confirming that I was right.

“Don’t let them get away!” We hear someone yell, along with gunfire.

“Just take the others. Get everybody out while you still can.”  Thomes tells her.

“No.” I hear Brenda say.

“Brenda.”

“I’m not leaving you. Okay?” Brenda takes a pause. “So, forget it.” Minho starts to look over Newt more and I look outside.

“Even though you should?” Thomes asked. It’s a long moments before we hear any reply.

“Thomas don’t worry. We’re coming to you.” I then hear Y/N voice over the walkie, and I relax a little more. Her voice has all ways seemed to calm me down in some way. I look up and over at Thomes, Y/N’s words just now hitting me. What does she mean they’re coming to us?

“What are you talking about?” Thomes says what we’re both thinking.

“Our ride’s here.” Brenda’s voice came back through. “Just look for us near the tunnels.” Thomes looks over at all of us. If we can get there, I think but don’t say out loud.

Y/N POV

We sat there waiting for something, whether it be the guys getting back or something else. Please let them get back on time and be okay. Who knows what may happen with Lawrence crew attacking the city.

“Get him in, get him in.” We hear Thomas voice come through the walkie; we all turn to it. “Brenda, are you there?” Brenda gets up quickly grabbing the walkie. And waking away, I look at Frypan before following.

“Thomas, I’m here.” She replies to him, and we walk away from the group. We then hear what I think was an explosion on the other end. Come on.

“We’re not gonna make it.” Thomes says. No. No, that can’t happen. We can’t lose more people. I can’t lose Gally. We both turn to each other, then to Frypan.

“Wait, what are you talking about?” Brenda asked.

“Just take the others.” We get a reply, as we look at each other. “Get everybody out while you still can.” Brenda starts to shake; I take her hand that doesn’t have the walkie. She cares about him too much to leave him here. Just like I am with Gally.

“No.” she says back to him looking at me.

“Brenda.”

“I’m not leaving you. Okay?” Brenda takes a breath. “So, forget it.”

“Even though you should?” Thomes asked, tears start to fall down Brenda’s face and we hear gunfire in the distance. Brenda is about to reply when we hear a humming noise, we both look up. And start running towards the sound, we see the helicopter that Jorge went to get. I take the walkie for Brenda.

“Thomas don’t worry. We’re coming to you.” I say into the walkie with a smile on my face.

“What are you talking about?” I heard him reply. We both laugh some as we look up, Bernda takes the walkie back as I wave my arms and Frypan joins us.

“Our ride’s here!” She tells him. “Just look for us near the tunnels.” The helicopter comes in for a landing.

“Let’s go, guys! Move! Our ride’s here!” Frypan tells the others as I run back in to grab my gun and med kit that I used on some of the kids.

“Careful.” I hear Brenda yell has I make sure all the kids are out. “Watch your step. Okay?” We ran toward where the helicopter is being opened. We we’re met with a long blonde hair guy with facial hair coming out.

“Vince?” Frypan asked. So, they know the guy.

“Hey, it’s good to see you, too.” He said to them, and Jorge comes running out.

“Yeah, I know.” He says I guess answering an unsaid question. “I picked up a stray. Let’s get out of here, all right?” He says out of breath.

“We’re not done yet.” I said and both looked at me.

“Thomas is still inside.” Brinda tells them. Well, I was thinking of all of them, but I’ll let her slide since her brain is probably only thinking of him. Both older males look over the group before back at us.

“Well, let’s go get him then.” Vince says, holding out his hand to Brenda.

“Hell yeah.” She replies grabbing his hand.

“All right, let’s go.” I said, facing the group and getting on the helicopter.

“We gotta move, we gotta move.” “Take a seat, harness…” “Come on, come on.” We started to talk over one another. I was the last one to step on, giving a smile and head nod to Jorge. I got a seat next to Frypan and Brenda.

“May I ask quickly who this is?” I hear Vince say pointing to me just as I sit down. We take off.

“My name is Y/N. It would be nicer to me you under other circumstances, but in this world that a tough thing to do.” I tell him with my hand out. He takes it and looks at my medic bag and gun.

“You a good medic? And good shot?” He asked.

“As good as I can be.” I reply and he smiles at me, taking my hand to shake.

“Well, happy to have you along.” He says before taking a seat with Jorge in the pit. I look at Brenda and Frypan, both just shrugged.

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