#dad! Captain Cold

[purple-goo-writes]

Punk Hazard

Now to put this into a story.

Part 2 Here

It was a normal day in Central City. The Flashes were fighting the latest team-up between Killer Frost and Captain Cold. So of course it was snowing in July now and traffic was stalled due to ìce attacks making the roads impassable. But the heroes had the villains on the ropes. Then a fresh wave of ice and cold came out of nowhere, covering everything and everyone in frost. Dropping the temperature further as the crunching of boots on ice drew everyone's attention. Dressed in distressed black leather pants with frosted chains, a black crop top with a deep v-neck lined with blue, and plenty of ice chains to rattle as he walked was a teen near Impulse's age with pale blue skin, elfin features, and long black hair streaked with white and blue. Blue lips pulled into a deadly smirk as the air started to thrum with vibrations and the beat of crackling ice, "Time to drop the beat down."

Unfortunately for the heroes, they were not familiar with this villain's move set or powers. And it seemed they had made a mistake in assuming that his powers were similar to the other two ice villains. Only to be thrown for a loop when they missed a beat and started to freeze. And the music was only getting faster and with it came faster ice attacks.

Later, Barry groaned as his team worked to get him, Wally, and Bart out of their ice prisons. The three of them were shivering and turning blue from how cold their core temps had dropped. Looked like they would be hitting the showers on max heat once thawed out.

"What in the world was that?" Wally groaned once he was finally freed, while Barry rubbed his hands together to get feeling back, "I don't know but we better get investigating to figure out how to fight this new guy."

"Yeah, I don't fancy being a Flash-cicle just because I can't keep the beat," Wally grumbled, "Dick is going to make me play sooo much Just Dance once he hears about our new villain."

"You noticed it too?" Bart shivered, taking his mind away from the fact that the new villain was around his age and rather interesting to look at. Something he hadn't noticed before on others. he shook his head, no he needed to focus, "We had to follow the beat of the music or we started to freeze up. It was pretty easy to do until he started to ramp up the difficulty. Also...He has to follow the beat as well."

Barry groaned softly as he wrapped the blanket handed to him around his shoulders, "Wally is right, we are going to have to start ramping up our Just Dance scores...Hal is going to laugh himself sick."

All three groaned realizing their respective teams were going to be insufferable.

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"You are pretty badass, kid," Killer Frost smirked once they got away from the heroes, "What even are your powers?" "A cross between music manipulation and Ice control," He shrugged, "I've been calling it Cryo Symphony." "Got a name?" Captain Cold grunted looking over the little punk, though little probably only applied to age given the kid was nearly his height and in that awkward stage between Twink and Tank.

"I was thinking Punk Frost-" "Yeah no, I got Frost already covered and I'm not looking for a side kick," Killer Frost hissed at him, making the kid raise his hands in surrender, "Okay, how about Punk Hazard? After all, I am a punk and my powers are hazardous to other's health if they can't keep the beat." "Sounds good kid, now you got a place to stay?" Snart asked, tone gruff but concerned. He never liked seeing kids turn to the villain life, didn't really like kiddie heroes but at least they had more support then kiddie villains did.

"Ummm not really?" Danny shrugged, "Probably the bridge I've been sleeping under."

Even Frost looked concerned at that, causing Snart to sigh, "Yeah no, I got a safe house you can crash at. Come on, you look like you haven't eaten in days." Danny blinked in confusion, "Huh?" Making Frost snicker, "Sorry, kid looks like you've been adopted."

[bucksemergency]

she’s the giggle at a funeral 😔💔

[darthkyuel]

every animated fictional character that makes up my entire personality

[zemkzone]

That Rare Arctic Thunderstorm: Ch25 (on AO3)

Honey, I'm baaaaack~

FULL FIC LINK HERE

Eight days later, it was too late to tell his speedster no.

Len sauntered down the last few steps on the stairs to their warehouse home’s foyer, adjusting the sleeves of his dark gray sweater and trying not to think about what the next few hours had in store. When he thought about the holiday season, what came to mind was the surplus of targets to practice his pickpocketing skills on or the large galleries and museums unveiling special collections that would be easy to case from the center of an eager crowd. Not all the commercially amplified traditional family time idiocy. But he’d given Barry his word, and his speedster wasn’t the only Allen he didn’t want to disappoint today.

“Right on time, Doc,” he drawled, opening the front door for Barry’s dad.

“Len, good to see you, son,” Barry’s dad said with a genuinely pleased smile on his face. He was all bundled up in cozy fall colors and carried two large, heavily stuffed tote bags in his hands. He handed one of them to Len. “Happy Thanksgiving! Mike and Avigail send their regards—along with sweet potato latkes, rugelach, two babkas, and something called… cheese borekas?”

“Huh, here I thought a pit-stop at the Birnbaums’ would take you longer.” Len turned to hit the elevator button, trying to ignore the funny way the endearment made him feel.

“I wasn’t going to be late for my first Thanksgiving as a free man,” Henry remarked as they stepped into the elevator car. “I’ve been looking forward to this all week.”

“You and Scarlet both, Doc.” Len would have shrugged and smirked, but in the face of Henry’s earnestness, he couldn’t manage enough nonchalance.

“I think we’ve known each other long enough for you to start calling me Henry.”

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[hershelwidget]

A collection of things I’ve screamed into the void with mild hope that the void would scream back (it did. on several of these)

I am so sorry but every single word uttered here is canon to YLS’s already insane lore. yes even the one about Jack Skellington. yes even the one about Dimentio. yes even the one that ties into MSM/TBoCI. yes ESPECIALLY the one about Captain Barnacles.

[jhdanes]

ILLUSTRATION (EARTH-16) UPDATE! II COLDFLASH || 04.03. 2025

•❃°•°❀°•°❃•WEBSITE 🌸 SUPPORT 🌸 WEBTOON🌸 ITCHIO 🌸 GUMROAD •❃°•°❀°•°❃• HEYOOO, new art piece, feat. Barry Allan and Leonard Snart set in the Earth-16 AU I made.... can u see a theme in these drawingd XD

[telomirage]

zana over here with an exquisitely hand embroidered handkerchief, crying a little, "I! am! extraordinary!"

"you are, zana! and like, I've always known and like, I feel like I wanted to get out because I know that if—the longer I stayed here the sooner I would be being overshadowed by you, and like—"

"that's impossible!" <- everyone in this family is a crier like me 😂

"so um we're all amazing, we're all incredible, we all should really like, start communicating openly"

"oh no you've been good, zana. I appreciate it"

"oh I mean I know I'm good"

"no no no let's talk about us as a royal we for just—we can all do better. we can all do better because we love each other and we're gonna be here for each other"

"and here's the thing: I know that we're here for your birthday and now you're gonna like, catch a—a turkey because you're of age. um, I'm just gonna let you know I'm gonna do it too even though I'm younger than you and I'm better than you and I'm definitely—"

"seriously, what the fuck?"

"I'm gonna catch one before you! […] we've already petitioned and it's like a big deal—"

"why would you do that? okay, you would've had to wait less than a year for your turn, why did you—?"

"because I just wanna overshadow you. that's like, my whole thing"

"okay see that's part of the communication thing that I think we should have addressed earlier when we were talking about the communication thing"

"it's like, I filled out the form and if I renege on it they're gonna charge me a lot so I might as well just do it"

"it seems like you've got the bits to spare" <- the fact that this entire exchange took place with very few deep breaths or breaths at all and just, fully in tears is so 😂😭 hello part of the kessler family nice to meet you officially

[houndsrending]

Me and a friend have been watching CW's The Flash Season 1 together for a while and the funniest thing about the show to me is how everybody is doing like decent to good CW show acting except for Jesse L. Martin who's doing a oscar worthy performance every single time hes on screen for no good reason

[kismetlotts]

call of duty p-links -`◇´-

♡︎ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴅᴏᴠᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴀᴛ ♡︎

18/21+, MDNI, mature themes

triggering, upsetting and explicit content below

proceed at your own risk ⬏

Simon Ghost Riley

Riding Colleague Simon Riley and watching his cold, harsh exterior shatter, revealing this broken, needy man beneath who almost submits to tears when you finally lock eyes.

Ex boyfriend Simon Riley who spits on his fingers and stuff them inside you when you beg-plead him to stop stalking you and raping you.

Boyfriend Simon Riley who drags you into a random room at a gathering before fucking you hard and trying to stay quiet, he doesn't care that people are in the other room, he doesn't care that someone could walk in because he needed you there and then.

Hopping into the bath with your roommate Simon because you were way too impatient, you needed him inside you desperately- he can just wash his grimy, sweaty, work-orientated body later.

Taxi Driver Simon Riley who cant help but give in to his sick desires as he hops in the back to fuck you, ripping off that skimpy little dress you were wearing and pulling your hair.

Heartbroken best friend Simon who fucks you in the kitchen after sleeping over your house, relieving some of his post break-up blues and stress with the help of your sloppy tight cunt.

Toxic boyfriend Simon who fucks his cock into your mouth when you wouldn't let him in your pussy, making your eyes water and your body twitch in regret.

Sex deprived Husband Simon who breeds you the moment he returns home, he had been loyal to you while away on deployment and he just couldn't contain himself when he finally had the chance to bury himself in your wet gooeyness.

Toxic Boyfriend Simon who fucks you hard to let off all of his steam, spanking, slapping and hitting your body because he was fucking pissed at you and nothing else could calm him down- you deserved it anyway you fucking whore.

Captain John Price

Boss Price who calls you into his office for some steamy cunnilingus when everyone is packing up ready to go home, lapping his teeth around your clit and diving his wet tongue into your greedy hole- let him have a taste, its the least you can do for your boss.

Birthday-boy boyfriend John who walks into the bedroom to see you all wrapped and tied for him, completely at his mercy in white material-prepped and ready for him to use or disrespect.

Stepdad Price stuffing your hole and leashing you up while your mother is away with work, treating you like some stupid fucking bitch and forcing you to do exactly what he tells you since he is in charge and you abide by his rules.

Older boyfriend John who proposes that the two of you start by doing mutual masturbation, he didn't want to scare his young pretty girl off just yet with how rough he can be and his fingers were already itching to feel the inside of your fresh pussy.

Husband Price who fucks you deeper when you beg for it, pounding into you so hard his eyes are shining with pleasure and legs are aching in tiredness, feeling your wetness drip out and coat his dick filling the room with your heavenly squelches- so wet and so fucking feminine.

Friends with benefits John Price who fucking loves watching your arse shake and jiggle with every thrust, he loved your arse in general and was always happy to bite, eat, fuck, taste and finger it- but nothing beats the tasty sight of your cheeks swaying beneath him as he absolutely wrecks you.

Dads best friend Price who fucks you like an animal in heat, if you had taken a second longer to undress your clothes would be ripped to shreds ad hanging off you with how badly he couldn't wait-he didn't even give a shit your heels were still on because he had waited a lifetime to get inside you.

Toxic Husband John who drags you over his lap and toys with you for his own pleasure, smirking to himself when you cry from his spanks and whimper from his fingers- giving his sweet baby a little treat and punishment at the same time because he couldn't understand which one he liked more.

Step dad Price who is way to desperate for you to cum on his fingers, soak his hand in your cum and just to let yourself go, be taken care of and protected by an older male- who cares if it is wrong or not- he just wants his darling daughter to be happy and calm.

Johnny Soap Mactavish

Stalker Johnny who rearranges your guts fast and hard against your bed as soon as he gets his chance, meaty thick cock ramming its way inside with no care as he shamelessly blabbers on how you are his sweet little dove and that he thanks god for giving him this opportunity- you'll never know how badly he actually wanted his hands on you.

Greedy Hook-up Mactavish who makes you squirt just so it feels better for him, your folds leaking and dribbling with your essence but Johnny only cared about the warmth coating and lubricating his tip, making you so sodden it seemed he was sliding into warm, soft, melted, butter.

Best friend Johnny who proves you wrong when you assume hes lying about being able to make any girl cum by just his fingers, dragging you onto his bed and fingering you steadily, mouth salivating in thirst as he watches your cum propel outwards and squirt all over his sheets.

Perverted Boyfriend Johnny who cant stop himself from sucking harshly on your nipples, mind already engrossed with sick fantasies of drinking your milk, you cupping him in your arms and feeding him gently like the good boy he is for you- you'd never find out though, to you he was just teasing your breasts, sucking, pinching and having a little fun, totally normal.

Step Brother Mactavish who fucks you in his room late at night, the pints he'd had previously making him increasingly more open and confident than usual, his tip hitting the spot you craved it to his gaining a small little spank from you and a whisper to keep quiet- you cant let mummy and daddy hear the two of you.

Childhood Best Friend Johnny who fucks you so hard you squirt all over yourself and him, finally seeing him after so many years and letting him fuck your ass had gotten you so excited you couldn't hold yourself back- Johnny wasn't fucking complaining each squirt that shot out of you made him almost cum- fucking your tight hole on the brink of orgasm, he never would've guessed you were capable of that.

Perverted neighbour Johnny who invites himself in to show you just how trained his tongue is, guiding it all over your thighs and pussy, working you easily and calmly it has your eyes watering in delight.

Simons best friend Johnny who fucks you in Simons bedsheets, thick dick filling you up more than his ever could until your left a collapsed mess in ecstasy, the scent of your boyfriend on the duvet and the groans coming from his best mate sent guilt straight to your stomach but it was already overwritten by pleasure- Disgusting fucking tramp sleeping with other guys and enjoying it.

Kyle Gaz Garrick

Boyfriend Kyle who just wants to feel your soft lips on his monster cock, he would never force you to do anything you didn't want to do and it would be silly to ask you to suck him- but could you please at least spit over the tip or maybe just lick it a little?

Roommate Gaz who cant survive the day without a morning quickie, your arse bouncing right in front of him and hole lustfully swallowing his juicy dick gets him in the perfect mindset for his hard work, morning television roaring in the background as you both chase your orgasms- you don't mind, do you?

Boyfriend Kyle who fucks you as fast as he can the second he hears 'faster' spew from your glossy lips, his stamina and pace unmatchable and sometimes you feel like you're about to explode with how powerful he is, Kyles a sweetheart but he isn't always so soft, slow and romantic- the man can fuck like a king.

Husband Kyle who has an obsession with filling your stomach with his massive cock, seeing the thick outline of himself through your skin deep in your stomach stirred something up inside him, fucking you harder and harder sometimes you bleed from his accidental roughness, it set him alight watching it bulge- made his savage side snap into action.

Konig

Obsessive stalker Konig who watches your window as you shower and finally builds up enough courage to join and fuck you in it one day, picking you up from behind and slipping inside your warm homey hole, drool falling from his mouth and onto your shoulder as you cried, he didn't understand why you were so adamant for him to get off of you and stop making love to you, it was no big deal- if he made you dirty and sweaty again he will just help you wash again.

Step Brother Konig who rapes you while you sleep and accidentally creampies your hole once you wake up and whimper, he didn't mean to cum honestly, he whispers apologies and a long string of worried 'fucks' as he pulls apart your cheeks watching his semen leak out of you- please don't be angry at him.

Boyfriend Konig who makes sure to use three or four of his fingers to stretch you out and prepare you for his cock, its just that big- he will kiss you on the cheek, licking away your salty tears of pain while he fucks his fingers until you, it is only a matter of time until you grow accustomed to the feeling- it will only hurt for a little more you just have to trust him.

Perverted Boyfriend Konig who fucking loses it when he sees you in your cute innocent frilly little panties, not being able to hold back his groans and his cum as he absolutely saturated them, painting them white- it is okay though, he promises to buy you a new pair- only if you let him keep these used ones- for personal reasons of course.

Brothers best friend Konig who selfishly ruts against your clothed pussy at night, breathing heavily and shaking as his precum soaks through the cotton of your panties, the room pitch black from the darkness aside from your lamp and he was supposed to be sleeping next door on the floor with your brother but here he was- sick look in his pleasure-ridden eyes as he looks down at you- whispering for you to just go back to sleep- he promises he wont go inside.

Philip Graves

Boss Graves who spanks your ass repeatedly when you disobey his orders, you work for him and you do exactly what he fucking says- there should be no 'Why's or 'No's it is 'Yes Sir' or else you are staying behind at the end of the day, and trust him when he says he will not be letting you leave until he is satisfied that you have learnt your lesson.

Toxic Boyfriend Philip who honestly does not give a fuck if you are tired or not, he will touch you, eat you, fuck you and rape you if he has to because to be in a relationship with him is an honour that you are taking for granted- he will treat you however he wants- at the end of the day your just a piece of pussy.

Boyfriend Philip who loves your perfect little nipples, he loves squeezing them, pinching them- sucking, biting- you name it and he loves it, he loves when you were silly little tank tops around the house that shows them pointing through and he loves when you let him cum on them- the minute he come face to face with your breasts and nipples, its like the world melts away.

Manipulative, Insane Boss Graves who hates when you crawl away from him and his hard cock- you know you want it, he can see it in your big doe eyes, its fuels him with rage when you cry and threaten to report him if he puts it inside you so he threatens your job back, promising you that if you ever told anyone or reported him that he would come for you and no matter how fast you tried to escape that he would always outrun you.

Husband Graves who upsets you during an argument so he decides to tug your panties down and fuck you in all the ways you love just before bed, his breath hot on your neck and sweat forming under both of your pyjamas from how fast his cock was entering you- the music of your panting and the scent of sex in the air made it safe to say neither of you got much sleep but at least he is back in your good books.

[enhaflixer]

🎬 𝐄𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐎𝐓𝟕

Bf! Hyung line goes grocery shopping - texts

Bf! Maknae line goes grocery shopping - texts

Bf! Enha Flower prank - texts

Brother! Enha setting you up with Crush! Member - texts

Spy Partner! Enha confessing to you - texts

Friend!Enha accidntally texting their crush!reader thinking its someone else

Enha getting into a fight with their pregnant wife. PART 2

Ex-husband!Enha texts after divorce.

Enhypen as the Bridgerton siblings - written

Bf! Enha reaction when you ask them to run an errand but they're too lazy (or just too horny) - written

Bf! Enha reaction when you won't let them sleep because you're too horny - written (ENHA HARD HOURS)

Bf! Enha reaction when you innocently ask them a sexual question - written (ENHA HARD HOURS)

Bf! Enha reaction when they're pissed off with you on valentines day! - written

Bf! Enha reaction when you ask to sit on their face - written (ENHA HARD HOURS)

Brat tamer! Enhypen x Brat f!reader - written (ENHA HARD HOURS)

Husband! Enhypen texting you that they're horny while you're at work - texts (ENHA HARD HOURS)

Bf! Enhypen reaction to being tied up - written (ENHA HARD HOURS)

Bf! Enhypen overstim + breeding kink - written (ENHA HARD HOURS)

Bf! Enha the sounds and faces they make during sex - written (ENHA HARD HOURS)

bf!Enha ass v tits - written (ENHA HARD HOURS)

bf! Enha making out in the car - written

bf!Enha reaction to you getting flustered - written

Dad!Enha x Mom!reader SMUT - written (ENHA HARD HOURS)

Enha's my eyes only folder - written (ENHA HARD HOURS)

𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠

🎥 Bf! Heeseung texts - crack, suggestive, fluff

🎥 Academic rival! Heeseung texts - extremely suggestive

🎥 under the covers. (AN E2L UNDERCOVER COPS FAKE MARRIAGE AU) - written

wc. 24.7K (Smut, Fluff, Angst, High stakes)

you’ve never liked lee heeseung. he’s cold, unreadable, and way too good at his job—so of course, the captain decides to partner you with him for an undercover op that requires you to be married. the rules are simple: go undercover. pretend to be in love. don’t actually fall for him. except now he’s pinning you against a wall, calling you ‘sweetheart’ in that low, amused drawl, and touching you like he means it. …so, yeah. this might be a problem.

🎥 grumpy bf! Heeseung x Sunshine f! Reader texts - crack suggestive, fluff

🎥 CUMMING OF AGE - bsfs brother!Heeseung when you ask him to teach you how to masturbate. - porn with plot (ENHA HARD HOURS)

“If she’s not cumming, she’s not listening to her pussy.” “And if she won’t listen…” “I’ll make her.”

🎥 heeseung x f!reader x jake - double standard - written (ENHA HARD HOURS) threesome au

🎥 Kiss Me, He's Watching - written

fake bf!Heeseung x being stalked!reader - You kissed Heeseung to escape your stalker’s gaze—but the danger didn’t end there. One fake kiss, and suddenly everything is terrifyingly real.

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠

🎥 The Marriage law (a harry potter au) - written

wc: 20.5K (fluff, angst, smut)

A Marriage Law was never supposed to dictate your future, yet here you are—legally bound to Park Jongseong, a pureblood heir with an unreadable gaze and a sharp tongue. What starts as an obligation quickly becomes something messier, heavier, and far too real. Living under the same roof forces you to confront each other in ways neither of you are prepared for—stolen glances, accidental touches, words left unsaid. The law may have forced your hands, but your hearts? That’s another matter entirely. Is this just survival? Or is there something worth fighting for buried beneath the resentment, the tension, and the undeniable pull between you?

🎥 Signed, Sealed & Undone. - written PART 1 PART 2

wc: 24K (angst fluff smut)

Fake marriage proposals are a tired billionaire trope. But when Jay Park—former golden boy of Park Industries, now chaebol exile—comes back from disgrace (and back in time), he’s got one goal: rewrite the past before it destroys him. When you, an unassuming journalist with nothing to lose, get an offer of a lifetime, you’re sure it’s a mistake. A contract, a relocation to Seoul, and one fake wedding later, you’re still trying to convince yourself none of this is real. The only problem? Neither of you seem to remember where the performance ends and something devastatingly real begins.

🎥 dom bf!jay x fucked outf!reader - written (ENHA HARD HOURS)

🎥 when walls fall - written (angst, fluff)

She thinks he cheated on her. he didn't.

🎥 overstimulating bf!Jay - written ENHA HARD HOURS

🎥 The Prince's Diaries - written (a Princess Diaries AU)

Jongseong is a prince—refined, disciplined, and expected to marry a woman of his father’s choosing. You, on the other hand, are just a college student struggling to keep up with rent—until a team of royal advisors shows up on your doorstep and tells you that you’re the lost princess of Genovia. But royal life isn’t a fairytale, and duty doesn’t care about love. Because when the clock strikes midnight on the constitutional deadline, you’ll have to choose: your country or your heart. “If I were just Jay, not a prince, would you still choose me?”

𝐒𝐢𝐦 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐮𝐧

🎥 Hexed-Hindered ( i wanna kiss, kiss your eyes again) - written

wc : 1.1K (Fluff, crack)

A rivalry. A storm. One terrible case of forced proximity. And one very unfortunate witness to your first kiss. (A harry potter AU)

🎥 Chasing Ghosts - written

wc: 14.7K (Crime, betrayal, e2l)

You spent years chasing��Specter, the most elusive criminal the force has ever encountered. But every near miss, every failed case, every lead that went cold—it was never just bad luck. It was orchestrated. Because the real traitor wasn’t the man you were hunting. It was the one standing right beside you. 

🎥 STRIKES OUT. - written

wc: 23.5K (Secret Pregnancy, found family, soccer AU)

Five years ago, Jake Sim walked away to chase his soccer dreams, never knowing he left more than just a broken heart behind. Now, he's back—unwittingly running a soccer clinic where his five-year-old daughter is signed up. The daughter he doesn’t know exists. You tell yourself he won’t notice. You tell yourself he won’t put the pieces together. Then she grins up at him, dimples flashing, and says: "We have the same last name! Maybe we're related!" And just like that, your past collides with your present.

🎥 nerdybf!jake x f!reader - a good boy and mommy kink. - written (ENHA HARD HOURS)

🎥 GOLDEN BOY! - written (ENHA HARD HOURS)

your mornings follow a strict routine: wake up.  Ignore your alarm. Spread your legs and ruin yourself to the thought of Jake Sim. he doesn’t know you exist.  star student, always on time. you stumble into class late, wrecked, barely holding it together. you get paired up for a project. when he figures out why you’re always late? you’re fucked.  literally.

🎥 Touché - written (Crack Fluff SMUT)

DATING YOU TO DISTRACT YOU BUT GETS DISTRACTED FIRST

🎥 bf!Jake and That Goddamn Tongue - written (FLUFF SMUT CRACK) ENHA BF PROBLEMS

🎥 heeseung x f!reader x jake - double standard - written (ENHA HARD HOURS) threesome au

🎥 Let's Get Physical! MARRIAGE LAW AU - PART 1 PART 2

Jake Sim has always been your best friend. Until the Ministry forced you into a mandatory marriage law, and suddenly, he’s not just your best friend—he’s your husband that you've secretly been in love with for years. You’re determined to keep things strictly business. You both agree: this is just a contract. Nothing more. Just physical! But when every glance lingers too long, when his touch starts to feel too good, when the lines between pretending and wanting blur into something unrecognizable— What happens when you stop fighting it?

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧

🎥 Super Villain from temu (villain & violent, infant & innocent) - written

wc: 1K (Fluff, Crack)

He became a villain by accident. You became a hero by chance. Now, you're both stuck in a never-ending game of tag—except he's definitely losing (and somehow still flirting)

🎥 King of tears. (Queen of Tears AU) - written

wc: 20K (Angst, Smut, Fluff)

your marriage to park sunghoon was supposed to be a fairytale—until it wasn’t. now it’s cold stares across the dinner table, separate bedrooms in a mansion too big for the both of you and divorce papers waiting to be signed. you were ready to walk away. he let you. so why does he look at you like he’s the one who lost everything?

🎥 Bf!Sunghoon when you're needy in the early morning - written (ENHA HARD HOURS)

🎥Cold Friend!Sunghoon texts when he takes you for granted - Texts (Angst, fluff)

🎥 campus crush!sunghoon x f!reader - written ENHA HARD HOURS

stats class. keep ur glasses on when u fuck me. statistical analysis with ur tongue. thats abt it. sunghoon word porn ngl

🎥 bf! sunghoon x f! reader - written tying sunghoon up and suddenly you hear the rope rip. ENHA HARD HOURS MDNI 18+

🎥 Bound & Beyond MARRIAGE LAW AU - written PART 1 Part 2

wizard diplomat grumpy!sunghoon x witch healer sunshine f!reader

🎥 Porn Star Material!Sunghoon x f!Reader - when the faces sunghoon makes during sex are like watching a porno in 4K and he doesnt even know it ENHA HARD HOURS MDNI 18+

𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐨

🎥 Not Strong Enough (Songfic) - written

wc: 1K (Angst, Ex lovers)

🎥 dom! sunoo x f!reader - written ENHA HARD HOURS

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧

🎥 i don't wanna be the owner of your fantasy (i just wanna be a part of your family) - written

wc: 4.9K (Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Smut)

Jungwon’s birthday should have been a celebration, but instead, it turns into a night of painful truths and breaking points. When an argument spirals into the possibility of letting go, Jungwon refuses to accept that love isn’t enough. But can love alone fix what’s been breaking between you? Or will this night be the one that decides the fate of your marriage?

🎥 all i know is we said hello (and your eyes looking like coming home) - written

wc. 3.7K (Angst to fluff, friends to lovers)

Years of just friends start to unravel when Jungwon dates the wrong girl, and you realize you might’ve lost him for good—until one fight changes everything.

🎥 Sweet Talk - written PART 1 PART 2

wc: 25K (ANGST fluff SMUT)

You’re used to observing Yang Jungwon from a distance. Campus golden boy, dance department star, the kind of person you warn your podcast listeners about—the ones that are too charming, too smooth, too easy to love. But then he starts looking back. Smiling at you across coffee shops. Sitting next to you in lectures. Texting you late at night. Before you know it, you’re in a relationship that feels too good to be true. And that’s because it is. He was supposed to make you fall for him. And he did. The problem? He fell too. (But love doesn’t erase betrayal, does it?)

🎥 CHERRY TREES - written (angst, smut fluff YEARNINGGGG)

arranged husband!Jungwon x trophy wife!reader - confronting cold arranged husband on your first anniversary.

𝐍𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐤𝐢

🎥 bf!riki x f!reader - waking you up with head (ENHA HARD HOURS)

🎥 Vampire support group - written (fluff, crack)

🎥 don't tap out now - written (ENHA HARD HOURS)

🎥 nightwing!Riki x catwoman!reader - purrrreee porn lol (ENHA HARD HOURS)

🎥 Mad bf! riki x f!reader - figure it out - written

🎥 hogwarts time travel au! traveling to the future and waking up MARRIED - written PART 1 PART 2

slytherin!riki x gryffindor!reader

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[carnalcrows]

ONCE UPON A TIME

DISNEY X JUJITSU KAISEN CROSSOVER MASTERLIST.

in honour of my blog hitting 2K followers, I'll be having an event!! (of sorts)

content warnings: 18+, smut, angst, top and bottom reader depending on the story, ftm reader in 1 fic, ftm character in 1 fic, flower language, too much plot.

status: about to begin

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dividers belong to @edensrose

Starring...

LAVENDER'S BLUE

Gojo Saturo as Prince Charming,

and

the Reader as Cinderella

cast: Geto as the Evil Stepfather, Mimiko and Nanako as the Evil Stepsisters, Toji as the Captain, Shoko as the Fairy Godmother, Megumi, Yuuji and Nobara as the mice,[etc].

synopsis:

Your life’s never been a fairytale. With a cruel stepmother, two spiteful stepsisters, and no way out, you’ve learned to keep your head down and dream in silence. That is, until a reckless, too-handsome prince crashes into your world—one who’s just as desperate to escape his own.

Two strangers. One night. And a chance to finally run.

A WHOLE NEW WORLD

Starring...

Choso Kamo as Princess Jasmine

and

the Reader as Alladin

cast: Gojo as the Genie, Geto as Choso's man in waiting, Megumi as Abu, Gakuganji as the Sultan, Mahito as Jafar, Yuuji as Rajah, Toji as the military general, etc.

synopsis:

You’ve always survived with quick hands and quicker lies, never expecting more from life than the next stolen meal. But when a chance encounter pulls you into the palace—and into the orbit of a quiet, sharp-eyed royal—you find yourself tangled in something far bigger than either of you imagined.

In a city of secrets, maybe the greatest risk is letting someone truly see you.

UNDER THE SEA

Starring...

Suguru Geto as Ariel

and

the Reader as Prince Eric

cast: Yaga as King Triton, Gojo as Flounder, Nanami as Sebastian, Shoko as Scuttle, Kenjaku as Ursula, Kaori as Vanessa, Utahime as Grimsby, Megumi as Max, etc.

synopsis:

The sea has always sung to you. But it isn’t until you’re pulled from its depths by a stranger with eyes like ink and a voice that haunts your dreams that you start listening.

He doesn’t speak. He walks like he’s learning how. And something about him feels like déjà vu wrapped in salt and longing.

Three days. That’s how long you have before you lose him forever.

And he? He’s already given everything just to be by your side.

DAYS IN THE SUN

Starring...

Sukuna Ryomen as the Beast

and

the Reader as Belle

cast: Naoya as Gaston, old jjk dude as reader's dad, Gojo as Lumiere, Geto as Cogsworth, Shoko as the swan brush thing, Kaori Itadori as Missus Potts, Yuuji as Chip, etc.

synopsis:

In a quiet town where nothing ever seems to change, your life is far from peaceful. When your father is taken by a mysterious monster who demands you take his place, it feels like there’s nothing left to hold on to. At home, you’ve never known love or warmth—only distance and silence.

So, when the chance to escape comes, even under such dark circumstances, you’re left wondering if there’s more to this strange creature than what you’ve been told.

FIXER UPPER

Starring...

Toji Fushiguro as Kristoff

and

the Reader as Princess Anna

cast: Geto as Elsa, Shoko as Olaf, Megumi as Sven, Nanami as the Duke of Weselton, etc.

synopsis: In a kingdom frozen by a mysterious curse, you set off on a journey to find your estranged brother. With only a few trusted companions by your side, you venture into the wilds, hoping to uncover the truth behind the cold that has gripped your world.

Along the way, you’ll face challenges that test your strength and your heart, but nothing can prepare you for the secrets that lie ahead. As you unravel the mystery, you begin to question who you can truly trust—and whether you can break the curse before it consumes everything.

EVER EVER AFTER

Starring...

Kento Nanami as Robert

and

the Reader as Giselle

cast: Gojo as Edward, Geto as Nancy, Yuuji as Pip, Shoko as Queen Narissa, Toji as Nathaniel, etc

synopsis:

You were on the brink of your fairy tale come true—soon to marry a charming prince in a world of magic and dreams. But when a jealous spellcaster drags you into the harsh, unforgiving real world, your fantasy shatters. Lost and out of place in a city that doesn't believe in happily ever afters, you find an unexpected ally in a cynical man who has long dismissed such notions.

As he helps you navigate the struggles of this new world, you begin to question everything you thought you knew about love. Torn between the prince you were meant to marry and the real, grounded connection you start to form, you must choose which kind of love is worth fighting for.

© carnalcrows on tumblr. Please do not steal my works as I spend time, and I take genuine effort to do them.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Ballers

Leah Williamson x Sister!Reader

Summary: You're more similar than you think

She did it first.

Your sister.

You were watching it.

You were huddled in your dorm room, knees up to your chest in the pitch black. A crappy stream that kept cutting out and buffering played on your laptop.

You had class the next day and basketball practice and your heating broke so the cold weather of Storrs, Connecticut had you shivering.

Shivering because of the cold soon changed into shivering in horror.

Leah.

On the pitch.

Leah and her knee.

You stayed up all through the night.

Waiting.

Just waiting.

Waiting for the moment the announcement came.

An ACL.

An ACL and her World Cup dreams shattered.

Your big sister's career derailed in an instant.

And you just...

You went to class. You spoke to your friends. You went to your practice. You did your homework.

Leah had surgery. Leah had rehab.

And you lost the national championship.

Not that you really had a chance. Injuries seemed to have swept your team the year Leah did her ACL...and the year after.

Leah tore her ACL and you returned home from college for the summer empty handed of the thing you wanted the most.

Leah's torn ACL is bad, of course, but it wasn't much of a thought in your mind when you returned to college. Leah was strong. She was England captain. She was a Euros winner.

You knew Leah would get better.

Her career wasn't over.

Not yet.

Injuries were never really a thought in your mind. They happened, of course.

But they'd never happened to you.

You'd joked once with one of your teammates that it was all the milk you drank as a kid.

But then it happens as so many other injuries do.

The ball goes rebounding off the net and you jump up to grab it.

You don't even get the chance to decide who you're passing to. You don't even get the chance to decide if you're going to dribble or not.

You land.

You twist.

Your knee pops.

You're on the floor.

You stare at your knee now, wrapped up in bed with a brace on as all you do is stare.

A blank stare. A stare devoid of all feeling.

Just your eyes on your knee.

Your stupid knee.

Your stupid, stupid knee.

Your stupid, stupid, ruined knee.

Your phone rings.

Again.

You've been fending off phone calls all day. Not from your teammates, of course, because they're in their rooms after having brought you back from the hospital and making sure you didn't choke on dinner.

From your family.

Your mother was the first one to call. You ignored her. She called again.

You ignored again.

She gave up eventually then it was your dad. He only called once, clearly getting the hint that you weren't willing to talk.

Then your brother. You sent him a fairly unkind message that you hope he doesn't take personally.

Then Leah.

She calls and calls and calls.

You manage to tear your gaze away from your traitorous knee for a moment to see the flash of her profile picture.

You're leaning over the barrier at one of her matches, both of your faces squish together as you celebrate whatever game she had clearly won just a moment before.

Your screen goes black.

You breath a sigh of relief but it lights up again.

Leah's smiling face greets you and your hand twitches.

"Well," Leah says with a smile," We're two peas in a pod, huh? Maybe it's genetic."

Your face says what your mouth cannot.

"Too soon."

"Yes."

"Sorry."

There's silence for a beat. Just one blessed moment before Leah opens her mouth again.

"Are you coming home or-?"

"I'm doing rehab here," You say bluntly. You're not in the mood. You can't do this right now.

You can't sit here and chat to your sister and think of your future when it all seems to be slipping from your grip.

Your surgery was still fresh. You were allowed this.

You're allowed to wallow in self-loathing.

"Really?"

"Yes!" You snap, surprising even yourself with your tone. You go quiet for a second, gathering yourself before you sigh. "The team still have matches. I'm staying here. Our injury bench is big. I won't be alone."

Leah looks sceptical. "You sure?"

"I am."

"I'm here, you know. If you want to talk."

"Leah, honestly, I don't want to talk. Not about this. I just...It's late. I want to go to sleep."

"Will you though?"

"Will I what?"

"Will you sleep though?"

Damn Leah. Damn Leah for knowing exactly what you're like. Damn for calling you out on your bullshit when all you want is to not confront the situation you're in.

You hate her for it.

You hate her.

You hate her.

You hate her.

You put the phone down and you stare at her contact.

She doesn't call back. She doesn't really do anything.

At least not tonight.

She does nothing tonight and you take the respite.

You go to class. You fall back into your routine but you're too fresh out of surgery to start your rehab.

You sit off to the side in practice. You watch the dribbling of balls. You watch the shots fall.

You itch to join them but the injury bench is big, you weren't lying, so you have plenty of company.

Company to do homework with and to eat with and to lament your sorrows to even though that last one is more so them lamenting their sorrows at you and you sitting there.

Numb would be the way to describe.

Numb and dead inside.

Numb and dead and drowning.

You go through the motions. You go to class. You eat. You go out with your teammates. You laugh at dumb jokes.

But it doesn't feel like anything's touching you.

Like everything is so surface level that you can't possibly be feeling anything deeper.

Then she arrives.

She's not on crutches anymore. She not on crutches anymore and somehow that makes you angrier.

She's months ahead of you in her recovery. Of course she isn't on crutches.

But it makes your blood boil. It makes you grind your teeth, vein almost popping out of your forehead.

But then she's in front of you and suddenly you don't care that she's randomly showed up at practice.

Tears drop down your face before you can even think, choking on some secret part of you that you've kept inside and buried for so long.

But Leah's there and you don't even care that you're sobbing into her chest in front of all of your teammates.

All you care about is your sister.

Here and now.

Coming to see you even though both of your worlds have been rocked by the same injury

[alchemistc]

It's significant to me that Buck had his breakdown alone in that hallway. He got Athena a few more minutes. He walked away. And then he let it all sink in, on his own, in that cold dark hallway.

Because Bobby said the team was gonna need him. And he's going to keep his promise to be there for them, but - but not there, in that moment. That moment was for Buck and Buck alone.

He'll pick himself up. He'll try to help the team understand exactly what Bobby did. He'll walk his Captain to his final resting place with a face of stone.

But before that, he's going to take a moment to himself to lose his fucking shit because that's his motherfucking dad.

[dumbbitchgalore]

Price’s quiet home 🏡

John always wanted a quiet home. A home without nightly fights and arguing. A home without having to clean up the broken beer bottle shards because your dad was pissed at you for giving your little sister an extra helping on food. A home without having to hide your tears as you tried to sleep in your bed in fear that someone will hear you. John didn’t want that, he wanted quiet.

The ringing of bullets ricocheting off buildings and into people haunt his senses. His ears hear the bullets being fired, his eyes see the damage it's done, and his hands feel the blood seeping out of his dying comrade as he tries his best to stop the wound from doing its eventual damage.

The poison of war becomes one with his being, he can’t help it. It seems like everything John touches doesn’t live much longer. Simon’s torture, Kate’s kidnapping, and Soap’s death, they will always be John’s fault.

“Do you feel guilty, John?” A faceless woman sits in front of John, a necessary psych eval ordered by Kate. She knew there really was no point, John was coached from a young age to get away from the necessary institutes. Lying to case managers and support workers so that his parents wouldn’t be arrested for child neglect and abuse. Lying to teachers about his home life and eventual dropping out to join the army. Lying to everyone around him and now even to his psychologist.

“A captain does what is necessary for the success of the mission.” John replies to the faceless voice.

She shakes her head, placing the notepad and pen down sighing at the stagnation of the session.

“No, John. I meant for the relationships you make.”

John shrugs his shoulders, not wanting to spill his heart out to a random stranger.

“Dunno, no reason, I suppose. Everything happens for a reason.”

“And what about her? It tells her that you are married, no?” The woman inquires.

John toys with his wedding ring, the cold silver metal warming his heart with devotion and absolute reverence.

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“I’ve clipped her wings.” John doesn’t say much after that, doesn’t bother elaborating on it either after the woman’s multiple attempts at trying to open him up.

The session doesn’t last longer, it ends eventually and John reminds himself to let Kate know how stupid her idea was.

Soon, John finds his mind to quiet down along with his surroundings. The hustle and bustle of London being left behind to appreciate the tranquility of the Cotswolds.

The sounds of ducks squawking and swimming in the pond mingle with the fluttering of flowers in the distance as they fill your senses. Wind rustling around him as he inhales deeply the scent of his home.

John’s Home.

He’d never imagine it in his wildest dreams that he’d live such a beautiful life when John is away from work.

Walking through the front door, John is greeted by the smell of lunch wafting through the air and the pretty sight of his birdie standing in the kitchen cutting some vegetables. A smile graces John’s face tip-toeing through the home towards you.

John buries his face in the crook of your neck breathing in deeply the scent of you, etching into his mind like he always does. Burly arms snake around your abdomen, pressing you flush against him, a soft chuckle erupting from you.

“You’re home early, Mister.”

A hum leaves his lips in reply, the chirping of birds and the flutter of the pond’s water bring him to ease.

John’s home is filled with the melody of his birdie, spilling with the innocent yet reverent love of yourselves and the serenity of domesticity. John finally has a quiet home. A quiet home of blissful innocence far, far away from the place little John used to cover the ears of her sister to bring some sort of solace into their lives.

[zemkzone]

So, it's Thanksgiving, and I'm spending it alone in a country where it isn't even a holiday. I'm in a mood because of a lot of things this month (not just the Terrible Awful Crappy 5th).

Buuuuuut I wanted to spread a lil cheer, and be thankful for this hellsite and all the ColdFlash creatures I've met while scrolling through here--@theroguesharlequin @hardwiredweird @notquiteinsane @hautecoldture @softboydepot @simpledontmeanpeachy to name a few (while I'm still vaguely sober). So here's a snippet of a scene I've been tinkering with for That Rare Arctic Thunderstorm, which is hilariously set on Thanksgiving 2015. Not the final version, of course, and yes, there are... redactions marked by brackets ([])... but hey, HAPPY TURKEY DAY, 'Murricah! And to the rest of you, early happy weekend!

“Right on time, Doc,” [Len] drawled, opening the front door for Henry Allen. “Len, good to see you, son,” Barry’s dad said, a genuinely pleased smile on his face as he handed over one of his two large, heavily stuffed tote bags. He was all bundled up in cozy fall colors. “Happy Thanksgiving! Mike and Avigail send their regards—along with fresh sweet potato latkes, jelly doughnuts, and something called… borekas?” “Huh, here I thought a pit-stop at the Birnbaums’ would take you longer.” Len turned to hit the elevator button, trying to ignore the funny way the endearment made him feel. “I wouldn’t be late for my first Thanksgiving as a free man,” Henry remarked as they stepped into the elevator car. “I’ve been looking forward to this all week.” “You and Scarlet both, Doc.” Len would have shrugged and smirked, but in the face of Henry’s warm smile, he couldn’t manage enough nonchalance. “I think we’ve known each other long enough for you to start calling me Henry.” Barry’s dad clapped his shoulder with his free hand. “I’m actually glad it was you who came down to get me. I wanted a moment alone with you, to thank you.” “For what?” The elevator doors slid open on the top floor, but Len’s feet refused to move. Henry seemed to notice his discomfort and let go of his shoulder. “Barry’s always been a kind boy, sometimes too kind. I know today—the original plan and the new one—was all his idea. You didn’t have to go along with it [...] but you did. So, thank you.” For one extended moment, Len couldn’t speak. [...] Len had agreed and been thanked by Barry repeatedly in several different ways already, but he hadn’t expected understanding or gratitude from anyone else. He got his mouth—and his feet—to work again right as the elevator doors started to close. He stopped them with his palm, gesturing for the older man to step out ahead of him. “Henry… Did Scarlet ever tell you my four rules?” Barry’s dad smiled and quirked his brow curiously. “No, he didn’t.” “Make the plan, execute the plan.” Len stepped out after him. “Expect the plan to go off the rails,” he opened the door to the apartment proper, “throw away the plan.” Henry laughed with delight as they stepped inside, again clapping a hand on his shoulder. “With rules like that, you two will be just fine.”

[leyavo]

| I am my father's daughter | 2 |

💖 Dad!Price & Daughter!reader

PART TWO: Agreeing to let Toff check you over, you make the decision of whether not you want to stay with your dad or just take off, which would be so much easier.

[18+] MDNI | TW: Hurt/angst/mentions of abuse/comfort/ complicated father-daughter relationship/some TF141 too.

🔈Readers view of John is different, he’s come and gone in her life etc so she thinks he’s not that great. So don’t send me hate

[Part one] [Series masterlist] 3026words

Toff lived up to her nickname, no letters dropped at the end of her words like the team your dad had around him. No she was posh, well spoken and had the accent of someone that came from old money.

The gold designer watch on her wrist and the rock of an engagement ring, also telling enough. Her fingers prodded the yellowing bruise on your rib cage, the rock dazzling under the light, blinding you each time she moved.

She doesn't fit in, too put together compared to the likes of your father. He's still wearing some sort of hat, whether its the ridiculous army bucket hat or a snug knitted fisherman one, if he's not it's stuffed in his back pocket. You're convinced he's still got the same Levi jeans, a few added scrapes and as he says, they wear well. There's an array of plaid and flannel shirts in varying colours hanging in his wardrobe, like another uniform he wears on his downtime instead of his camo gear.

Your dad had slipped that she went to some prestigious medical school before working in the military. Not that it mattered it to you, you'd see a vet if it meant they wouldn't talk to your dad.

Thankfully she made your dad wait in the hall, her office door shut as she assessed you. If you got this over with, you could leave and not have to speak of it ever again. You could just imagine him pacing the hallway, halting to greet the soldiers calling him captain and then resuming his pacing.

Being the Captain’s daughter also meant you had a shared family health plan with him. One you’d never heard of before. He did use to remind you to go for dental and medical check ups, but moving around when you were younger made it difficult. Your mother reluctant to fill out forms to sign you up to a new doctor’s surgery because she wasn’t sure if the new home was long term. Shocker, they never were.

"You won't, uh tell my dad?" You asked as you rolled the layers of clothing back down.

Toff tipped your chin up with her finger, "all patient records are confidential, even if your dad's Captain Price." She pushed her chair back wheeling it to the desk and picking up a pair of tweezers, sliding back to you.

She peered over her thick framed glasses at you, turning your face side to side inspecting the gash above your brow. The metal of the tweezer cool against your skin, she prodded the tape drawing back with a nod of satisfaction.

"Soap patched you up well," Toff said handing you a plastic cup of water and some painkillers.

"Sorry, what," you blurted out, choking on the water.

Humming Toff nodded, "he's good with light touch, probably why your dad got him to fix you up whilst you were out cold." She managed to get hold of some of your medical records, which she requested last night. No doubt your dad had called as soon as you fell asleep in the car and asked her for a favour.

You muttered a string of curse words under your breath, did the whole bloody army base know what happened last night? Toff was too busy reading your record, brows scrunching as she double clicked the mouse.

"You broke your wrist six years ago, but never had surgery," she said, turning the computer screen for you to see the x-ray. "The follow up on here, shows your bone moved during it was in a cast, but your guardian refused surgery." Her pen circling the area of the screen for you.

"We were moving and it felt fine," you shrugged, looking down at your wrist. You wondered if your dad knew about that one.

"Does it bother you now?" Toff said, returning to you and picking up your right wrist, pushing your sleeve up. "Huh, there's a lump there, does that hurt? Any regular pain? Does it restrict you from doing certain things, this is your dominant hand?" Her hazel eyes snapped up to yours as you snatched your wrist back and shoved the sleeve back down.

All of her questions spun around in your head, you hadn't even thought about the pain when there was other things to worry about.

Toff stood from her chair, palms raised as if you were going to bolt out of the room, you wanted to.

"Sorry, didn't mean to pry. Is that all you need me to take a look at?"

"Yes, thanks,” you snapped, flinging your hoody back on and zipping it up.

You're ready to bid your dad goodbye and never look back, but as you swung the door open you crashed into the back of someone else.

Soap's light touch kept you upright, you're trying not to think of him patching you up whilst you slept. The thought alone making you feel pathetic, small in his presence. Like you can't even look after yourself.

“Captain got called in,” Soap said, as if that’s supposed to mean anything to you. You’re used to him coming and going, more focused on his job than you.

More interested in his team, how he so easily referred to Soap as son. You haven’t even been there for a day and he’s found another family, leaving you to feel like a spare part. You want to hate Soap, but you don’t know him. Don’t know your dad the way they do.

The walls began to press in and you took off down the narrow corridor, your sight on the world outside. You needed fresh air, needed to catch your breath and not fall apart in front of Soap.

"Hey, woah," Soap called after you, his boots stomping as he tried to catch up. "dammit slow down would ya, like a fuckin’ greyhound."

You forced the door open with a bit too much force and they slammed against the stairs railing as you rushed down the steps.

"I am not a dog!" You spun around, jabbing his chest with your finger. The cool air swept your hair across your face, drawing a deep breath from you. You watched Soap's chest rise and fall as if he was coaching your breathing.

He tucked the curtain of hair shielding your eyes behind your ear, "feel better now?"

“I’d feel a whole lot better if you signed me out right now.” You raised your brow, wincing at the tape pulling it tight.

Soap shook his head, falling into step beside you. He waved, signalling for the guard to let you both through the gate back into the residential area “Your dad’s a good man, why don’t you give him a chance?”

“Because I’m not a soldier, he had his chance six years ago.” The three years he didn’t reach out, didn’t bother checking in on you. Only to find out he had another kid, another family.

You didn’t miss the tic of his jaw or the gulp he took. All the little signs you looked for when you said the wrong thing, you were good at noticing the change in people. Knew how even the nicest ones could change like a flick of a switch.

Soap leant down, face close to yours that you could feel his hot breath fanning the curve of your nose. “Look, if you’re only here to piss off your dad, I’ll sign you out right now. Hell I’ll even take the blame for you leaving, just don’t go asking him about six years ago.”

“Got it,” you said, voice low but good enough for him to hear. The tension in your body kept you in place, breath trembling as he backed off and started walking ahead.

You trailed after him, keeping your distance incase he turned around again. The beating of your heart drummed against your chest, palms sweating as you balled them up inside your pockets.

Why were you so pathetic when confronted? You could just hear your dad’s voice in the back of your head telling you to knee him in the groin. Take up some space so they can’t take all of yours.

Space, exactly what you needed after being stuck in house with a team of men. You slipped through the front door, not glancing at Soap as you rushed to the safety of your dad’s room.

Shutting the door, you pressed your back against the wood panel. The lock sliding into place, your body slumping to the floor and arms wrapping around your legs as you brought them into your chest.

Your small area of safety calming you. After a moment of silence, you picked yourself up and climbed under the duvet. The memory foam mattress too hard on your back that you flipped over on your stomach, closing your eyes.

-

The constant buzzing of your phone drew you out of your sleep, your eyes heavy as you squinted at the window. You don't know why your dad opened the blinds, the sun making it harder for you to focus. His half of the bed smooth and tucked underneath the mattress, not a crease in sight till you tugged the duvet.

Numb tingles danced across your upper back, you groaned into your pillow and attempted to roll your shoulder. Searing pain stopping you before you could rise from the bed.

Eying the alarm clock, you stumbled out of the room and down the hallway to the bathroom. You're glad the others are training this afternoon and you can sort this out yourself. It can't be that bad.

You pulled your hoody over your head, wincing at the pull of your arm stretching the skin across your shoulder blade.

Peering over your shoulder, you looked at your reflection in the mirror and your fingers pressing into the red skin. A weeping wound oozed yellow pus just right of your back below your neck. You'd forgotten about the graze, too distracted by Toff questioning your broken wrist.

You added a little more pressure and clutched the edge of the sink, black dots lining your vision. You heard the thud before you felt your body fall to the floor.

Sweat ran down your forehead, the cool tiles beneath you a welcome addition against the heat of your skin. Since when were you so hot? your breaths quickened as you tried to focus on your phone across the bathroom. Your hand aching to reach for it.

Maybe if you just rested for a little.

John couldn't wait to sit outside and have a cigar. The day had knocked him, your call in the early hours of the morning throwing him off track and his duties as a captain, a father. He hated how he got called away whilst he waited for Toff to check you over, hoping to catch you before you went on another stroll around the base to get away from his questioning.

He pulled his boots off and added them to the shoes lined up by the door, the living room and kitchen were clear. The mumbled tones of his teammates drew his attention to the hallway. He dragged a hand down his face, hoping he wouldn't have to readjust yet another bathroom schedule.

John joined the guys huddled by the closed bathroom door, looking around Soap for a clue of what the hell they were doing. "I mean we could shimmy the door open, pop it out of the frame with a bit of force," Ghost said, his calloused hand tracing the wood.

They’re all covered in sweat from their training session. Thinking they’d revert back to their bathroom schedules like normal, but they’re locked out. Only the new recruits use the communal showers.

"I don't think kickin’ the door in, is gonna make the lass feel safe." Soap said, arm shooting across the guys before they could move. The warped door's been wreaking havoc since they were assigned the house, but they haven't been bothered about taking it off and shaving it down or replacing the temperamental lock. That or wait on the long list of maintenance services.

“What the hell are you boneheads going on about?” John grumbled, their heads snapping towards him as they finally realised he was there. He glanced to the lock picking device in Ghost’s hand and the dagger wedged into the crack of the door.

“The doors locked, she was talking a second ago…” Gaz winced as the captain’s fist banged against the door shaking the whole wall.

John held his hand over his shoulder silencing them all behind him, his head titling as he tried to listen for any movement. Another knock on the door, "hey kiddo, you alright in there? If you can hear me give me something, anything."

A light tap bounced back, the tension in the captains shoulders easing at the sound.

"Can't kick the door in, there ain’t enough room in there for it to fall. Could hurt her," Gaz said, he yanked the dagger out of the door and shoved it back into Soap's hand.

"Could take the window out and go in that way." Ghost added, as if they were planning to scale a building and ambush a rogue team.

Their mumbled voices merged together in the cramped hallway.

"Window it is."

Gaz volunteered to climb through the second floor window and break the lock from the inside. John holding his breath as he waited on the other side, his chest stung at the sight of you in Gaz's arms. The ringing in his ear and the hands pushing him forwards kept him in tow behind Gaz. You were so pale, words slurred and hand dropping over his arm like a dead weight.

John was no stranger to the infirmary, he'd been sat either at someone's bedside or the unconscious one receiving aid. What he wasn't used to though, was his daughter strung up with an IV and sleeping off the medication Toff had given her.

Nurses flitted back and forth from the bed, herding John to the side as they assessed you. Gaz and Soap had gone back to the house to sleep, Ghost fixed the door and the lock and stopped by to give the captain a strong flask of coffee leaving straight after.

The constant questions, ones he didn't know since he'd never been asked before. How could he not know if you were allergic to anything or if there were any underlying health issues? It hadn't even been two days since you'd come back into his life and he didn't know you at all.

Hours had passed since Gaz had carried you through the house and to the infirmary. Your skin pale and clammy, hair sticking to your forehead. He'd never seen you like that, lost for words as he trailed after them.

The marks of another man's grasp circled your bicep, green bruise fading, but visible as you laid in the bed. John thought the split lip and gashes on your head and brow were bad, the wound on your back much worse. Couldn't understand how you carried the pain so well, as if you'd mastered putting up with it. That scared him.

He nodded to the nurse as she finished her shift, the clipboard at the end of your bed falling to the floor. He picked it up flicking through the pages and shuffling them back into the file. His hands hesitating as he read your name, Marston not Price. Was he that detached from your life that you'd dropped his last name? He'd even put his surname for you when he'd signed you into the base and you hadn't said anything when you looked at the visitor pass.

A hand smoothed across his back, chair scraping along the floor beside him. “Lucky girl, Cap. Mild case of sepsis, good that you caught on to it early and brought her in," Toff said, she leant her elbows on her knees and ducked her head to catch John's gaze.

He couldn't glance at her though, his gaze on his hand on top of yours. "You were supposed to check her over," he snarled, more angry at himself for not paying enough attention than at Toff.

"She didn't show me the wound on her back, just some bruising and the marks on her face that were visible. If I'd have known John..." Her words cut off by John's hand patting her knee.

"How she looking?"

"You caught it in the early stages, could be a few days or a week or more. She'll need to be monitored here and make sure the infection has gone. A wound like that though with the placement, would have made it difficult for her to tend to herself." Toff flicked through the medical chart, eyes flitting to the heart monitor as she walked around the bed.

John didn't want to think about you alone, isolated from people that could help and care for you. How you lacked a family and friends to lean on during those times. His mind consumed with finding whoever did this to you. Ghost had already asked him if he wanted him to look into it.

Toff hooked up another bag of IV, silently bidding him goodbye and returning to her office over the other side of the infirmary. Door ajar incase she was needed.

A twitch of your finger tapped against John's, followed by the hurried beat of the heart monitor. You whimpered in to the pillow, rapid movement fluttering under your eyelids.

“You’re okay, kid. Just relax, your old man’s right here,” he said, adjusting your pillow and smoothing your hair out of the way.

“Captain,” you slurred, lazy smile tugging your lips. You struggled to keep your eyes open, but you clutched his pointer finger like you used to as a kid.

You’d called him Captain as a kid, your mother’s doing as she used to tell you stories about daddy becoming one, one day. Playing soldiers whenever he came home and he’d always let you be the captain, your little voice commanding him to play.

"I've got you kid, you're safe."

[PART THREE]

- thank you for all your lovely comments on the first part!! :) more parts to come soon! Hope you liked it - Leya