#exams kicking my lil behind

[icequeen-07]

I was tagged by the lovely @theartofdreaming1 <3

🎶✨️when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)🎶✨️

Christian Woman - Type O Negative

Why Would You be Loved? - Hozier

King - Florence and the Machine

Lullaby - The Cure

Hounds of Love - Kate Bush

lmao I don't know that many people so I will do my best!! (made it to 9 :,) lol)

@queenofbaws @love-fireflysong @amynchan @bazwillendinflames @encyclopika @citrinediamondeyes @catlliecal @chris-hartley @secretspacecheetah (if we got into a boop fight its fair game)

[chaotic-orphan]

Recapture

Hello! I’m sorry I have been absent, but the next two weeks are my exam times and I most likely won’t be active, but good news is that my exams finish on the 17th! Which means a whole summer of more writing!! Thank you for being patient and here’s a lil whump drabble to scratch that itch

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Caretaker was dragged through the camp struggling like a worm on a hook. Two of Whumper’s men stood on either side of them, marching Caretaker by their arms to Whumper. Caretaker’s hands were zip-tied awkwardly behind their back, and no matter which way they moved their wrists the plastic cut into them sharply.

Caretaker saw Whumper before they reached their tent. Slightly larger than most, big enough to hold a cot and a space for tactics. Whumper’s war room. Whumper’s hair shone like a star in the darkest night’s sky, the moonlight reflecting off of the silvery strands. It always looked a little off, a little too unreal. A little too beautiful.

Whumper smiled when they saw Caretaker being dragged towards them, dismissing the people they were talking with to greet Caretaker with open arms. Literally.

“Caretaker,” they said, voice happy and light. “I know it’s only been a few hours, but I must say I missed you.”

“Yeah, well,” Caretaker replied, their voice coming out weaker than they would’ve liked. “You’re like a rash I can’t get rid of.”

Whumper’s eyes widened slightly as they glanced over Caretaker’s head to see if there would be another in zip-ties like Caretaker. Looking for Whumpee. Then they fell to one of the guards holding Caretaker. Without a command, the two guards threw Caretaker to the ground. Their hands shot out to catch themselves but caught on the zip-ties, and the best Caretaker could do to not eat a face full of dirt was to let their shoulder take the brunt of the impact.

“Caretaker, Caretaker, Caretaker,” Whumper said with a long sigh. Caretaker watched Whumper’s shiny boots draw closer to them. Then swing back out of sight swiftly. Caretaker barely had enough time to catch their breath before it was forced out of them, let alone try and turn away as a gleaming boot came down in a flash. It hit their ribs and Caretaker gasped, curling into a ball but it didn’t stop the next kick, or the next, or the next.

Whumper’s boots stopped in front of Caretaker’s eyes. Whumper sighed above them, and crouched down. Leather creaked as Whumper ran their fingers through Caretaker’s hair and made a fist before yanking. Caretaker cried out as Whumper craned Caretaker’s head back until they were looking into Whumper’s cold, impassive face.

Whumper tilted their head to the side. “Where’s my favourite pet, hmm? Where did you leave them?”

“I don’t know where they are,” Caretaker spat. “I just know they’re far away from you.”

Whumper’s smile could freeze hell, and seeing it sent shivers down Caretaker’s spine. Whumper released Caretaker’s hair and pushed them onto their back, leaning a knee down on Caretaker’s chest.

“That’s not the answer I want to hear, Caretaker.”

“Fuck you!” Caretaker ground out, then let out a sharp cry after Whumper punched them in the face. Their head smacked back off the dirt ground of the camp and Caretaker felt a headache creep into their skull.

For a long moment, Whumper just stared down at Caretaker, the same cold smile on his lips. Then Whumper got to his feet and waved his hand at Caretaker. Caretaker didn’t have to wait long to know what that gesture meant before the guards were taking his arms again and yanking him up.

Caretaker kicked out at them, catching one of them on their hip and turning to twist out of the other’s grip. The other yanked Caretaker towards them, throwing them off balance. Before they managed to correct it the guard they kicked had their hands on Caretaker’s elbow again and between them they managed to subdue a feral, cursing Caretaker.

Caretaker stopped struggling when their eyes were enthralled by Whumper’s, as if they were caught in a snare. It made their blood run cold. Not Whumper’s eyes or cold smile, but his current bare index finger and thumb that was removing their remaining glove from their hand.

“Caretaker…” Whumper said with a sigh. “I really hate to do this, especially to you. You’re my— you were my closest friend. You and I were like family.”

Caretaker fought to urge to try and back up in the guards hold. Everything in their body screamed at them to flee. To run, but they forced themselves to remain in place.

“We were friends before you needed goons to do your dirty work for you.”

Whumper’s eyes flashed with amusement as they advanced on Caretaker, reaching forward and ignoring Caretaker’s flinch, stroked the back of their knuckle along Caretaker’s jaw. Something so familiar about it broke Caretaker’s heart, but only now did they see the manic possession Whumper mistook for love in their eyes.

“That’s right, we were. Back when you were the one to do my dirty work for me, right?”

Caretaker swallowed the lump in their throat, or tried to, because it was still lodged there.

“Then you had to go and get noble, Caretaker. All for a pathetic nobody who wouldn’t return the favour.”

“I’d do it again.” It was a confession.

Whumper had the gall to look a little sad as they said softly: “I know. And you know what I must do now.”

Caretaker tried not to cry. They wanted to greet their maker with dignity. “I do.”

Whumper steeled their expression, jaw clenching, moulding their face as far to impassive as they could.

“For what it’s worth,” Caretaker said softly, their voice scratchy as if they had just swallowed sand. “You were my fiercest friend too. I don’t regret what I did, but I’m sorry I had to betray you.”

Whumper’s stoic expression cracked a little. In their left eye, Caretaker saw the telltale twitch and they smiled. They knew if they were alone Whumper would have expressed their doubts too, but Caretaker knew it had to end this way when they broke Whumpee free. Whumper knew it when they found Whumpee’s cage empty.

Caretaker nodded. Then closed their eyes and waited for the final blow.

It didn’t come.

Instead, Caretaker heard the most devastating sound they would ever hear.

“WAIT!”

Caretaker’s eyes shot open meeting Whumper’s smirking face. Caretaker lurched forward, renewing every struggling effort to get free of the guards’ hold but Caretaker didn’t get very far.

“Whumper, wait! Whumper! Don’t,” Caretaker cried, trying to squirm out of the guards’ hold but every time they got a bit of leeway the guards would change their position and keep Caretaker firmly between them. “Whumpee! RUN!”

“Oh, it’s too late for that, Caretaker,” Whumper said with a smile. “My men already have them. They’re bringing Whumpee up now.”

Whumper turned their attention back to Caretaker, a cruel glint in their eye that scared Caretaker. “Looks like you betrayed me for nothing,” Whumper told them and Caretaker’s seemed to disintegrate in their chest.

It wasn’t gentle, more like a shrapnel bomb going off inside them, pieces of sharp metal lodging in everything. It was difficult to breathe as if Whumper had his goons submerge Caretaker in a barrel of water and was waiting for them to drown.

When Whumpee’s eyes caught Caretaker’s they wanted to scream.

Why didn’t you run?

I told you to run!

This wasn’t apart of the plan!

I risked everything for you.

Whumpee’s expression was entirely apologetic, and it broke something else inside Caretaker. “I’m sorry… I couldn’t let you die.”

Whumper let out a little laugh at that. Caretaker stared at Whumpee, certain every emotion was crossing their face. Until Whumper stepped between them and Caretaker’s gaze strayed to his face instead.

Whumper reached a hand out and settled it under Caretaker’s chin, tilting their head up to face Whumper. They wanted to cry, to scream, to spit. All they did was stare.

“See what heroics gets you?” Whumper said gently. Caretaker couldn’t speak, emotion clogging their throat and not letting air or words through.

Without breaking eye contact with Caretaker, Whumper said: “bring Whumpee back to their cage, and make sure you double the guards around their tent.”

All adrenaline left Caretaker’s body in a quick flush leaving them drained and defeated. “You’re coming with me to my tent, Caretaker,” Whumper promised, something dangerously soft colouring their voice. “We have much to discuss.”

[lilyharvord]

Flash Fic Friday #3

Another part of that fic I mentioned once. Connected with this one. This part I wrote this morning after my exam and after I heard some clock app sound with the dialogue. I knew instantly who would say it and who it would be said to. @nortaeventcouncil. It's kinda all the prompts smashed together? A lil bit of this and lil bit of that. 🤷🏼‍♀️

It was cold, bitter and biting cold. Normally, he would hate it, and would have taken precautions to make sure he stayed warmer. Doing that meant taking one of Cal’s jackets though, and he was not about to do that. He was not about to wear something that smelled like him or even remotely reminded him of his brother.

Blowing warm air into his cold hands, he stared out across the little space around the cabin. It was tucked away safely in this place that he refused to call majestic. No matter that it had taken his breath away when he had stood on the jetway and seen those mountains dusted with snow and cutting the bluest sky he had ever seen to ribbons. He refused to admit that he liked it here and that the peace and quiet had settled over him, leaving him feeling oddly stifled and quiet.

The porch door creaked and then slammed shut. He twisted his lips, deciding that as long as he kept his back to the door that neither of them would bother him. Maybe they would just see he wasn’t doing anything but sitting and staring out at the trees that were slowly growing nightmarish shadows as the sun dipped behind the mountain range.

The steps that approached him sounded more like someone hopping from one foot to the other, and it was a little body that dropped down onto the step next to him. He observed her out of the corner of his eye, already shying away as she started to swing her little booted feet so the heels struck the wood in an off-kilter rhythm.

He didn’t hate children. This one though, he wanted to hate her with a earnest that sometimes made him wonder how he couldn’t.

She watched the trees with him, not speaking. She was quiet, Maven had learned that about her very quickly. Sh observed everything around her, and she had observing him more than he would like. He knew Mare had told her to stay away, to never speak to him. He had seen the way those little pink lips had twisted, and how her eyes had sparked in such a familiar way after that warning, and deep down had known she would eventually find a way to go behind her mother’s back. He knew why he believed that, but he refused to admit it. It meant thinking about the past, about growing up, and his brother. Who conveniently had to go back to the city early yesterday to handle something. He was surprised Mare had let him go, given it meant she would be alone to deal with him and watch the child next to him.

Slowly he unfurled from his crunched state as she continued to sit and not speak but just kick her feet. He blew more warm air into his hands before glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. Her boots weren’t tied, and her brightly colored blue jacket wasn’t zipped, but she was at least wearing proper pants. He didn’t care. He told himself he didn’t care if she was cold. He was a Burner, and he had a feeling she was too. He had overheard Mare and Cal talking about it quietly one night while they carried her to bed. She wasn't showing signs yet though. So while it was freezing, it was this ridiculous child's decision to sit out here with him.

“She always looks at you like she’s mad.”

He froze, his blood going cold at the sound of her voice. Slowly he glanced down at her. Her little lips were pursed tightly and her brows were scrunched tightly together. She wrinkled her damn nose the same was he used to. He snapped his head forward again, ignoring her completely.

“Does everyone look at you like that?” The direction of her voice had changed. It wasn’t forward anymore, it was directly at him. He tried to avoid looking at her. He always avoided looking directly at her. He didn’t like being hurt, he didn’t like it when he did things that made him ache, but he also had come to realize over the course of his life that he had a hard time avoid it. This time was no different. He looked down at her.

His heart stuttered and his body heated unintentionally as she set those uncanny fucking eyes on him. Fucking Iris’s gods. They had given her Cal’s eyes. Those were his eyes, with the same earnest need to understand with the intetion to aid, to mend, and to heal. He wanted to claw them out of her head, wanted to remove them forever. Cal had always looked at him with those eyes, and it had always reminded him of the sucking, gaping hole in his heart and head where his love for his brother used to be.

She had his hair, his eyes, and she had that sweet face that he had faint memories of from when he used to run after Cal though the hall of Whitestone. Before Cal had gone to the front, before he had come back a yonng man and not a child anymore. Before his mother had ripped any connection to Cal out of him by the root and stem.

But she was not him, even though the first time he had seen her he had almost mistaken her for him in a strange flash of déjà vu. She had peeked around the doorway as Mare had paced in front of him, setting the boundaries that he had thought were laughable. Now he wished she had set more, wished she had left her daughter with her parents in the city. He wished that this girl had not been born, that she didn’t exist. But she did, and in his deepest heart… he didn’t hate that. It meant--he didn't want to admit to it. Twisting his lips, he finally let the words form, but not leave him. It meant he had subverted his mother's meddling, and had found a way to love his brother again. Even if it was just loving the strange mirage of him that his daughter was.

It took longer than he liked to put himself together just enough and put the mask back in place and shrug as if that question was inconsequential.

She continued to watch him, even though he had started to turn away from her.

He felt the moment she slipped her little hand in his. It was warm, warmer than he thought it would be. Maybe she was a Burner after all.

His entire body locked, and he whipped his head over his shoulder, wondering why Iris’s gods had not send Mare out here yet. He didn't smell ozone, or hear the tell tale crackle of lightening waiting to scorch through him.

“I’m not mad at you.” She said, leaning toward him as if she could push those words though his cold exterior and embed them in his heart. His throat locked up against his will, and he had to take a short, shallow breath and swallow multiple times. It wouldn’t dislodge. If he looked at her, he knew he would not see her. He would see his brother, he would see the Harbor Bay room. He would see that look that Cal had given him over his shoulder before slipping out. So he continued to stare out at the advancing shadows, keeping his eyes on the tree line, but he didn’t let go of her hand either.

[fatuismooches]

SLIDES SHADES ON, KICKS DOOR DOWN AND FALL ONTO YOUR FLOOR, GUESS WHOS BACKKK!;!!;

🌕💗!!!!

BUT AHHHHHFHDH LATIN DOTTORE STILL MAKJNG ME LOSE MY SHIT

and so many of the other posts that i was binginf just now too oh em GEEEEEEE, specifically fragile/coma reader comjng back to sumeru and all that AHHFHEHHHH

ANF ALSO I CANT BELIEVE U REMEMBERED ABT MT EXAMS AND STUFF 😭💗 i got my results recently!! A* EEEKFK back on the grind tho unfortunately

also rlly rlly thinking bout dottore randomly giving fragile reader academic/research-y things to do cus he knows they crave and miss the days where they could get on wit their stuff YKKK??

also omg sometimes i’m scared to like send any kind of brainrot in cus what if someone else has said a similar thing AND AHHDHH

but yea also thinkjng bout tutor zandik + akademiya reader MNNNFFNF

ALSO ZANDIK X POET READER i feel like zandik from like the akademiya days wojld be all poetry’s stupid 🫤 but like one day findinf readers lil poetry notebook whilst tryna find his own research in their dorm and flipping through and finding it littered with references to cerulean blue locks and vermillion irises..and maybe just maybe, poetry isn’t so bad after all

smooches i’ve missed bombarding ur inbox

SMOOCHESSSS :( <33333

🌕 ANONNNN AHHH IVE MISSED YOU SO MUCH!!! I'm so glad you've been doing well, congrats on your exams!! I'm glad your hard work paid off, such a scholar 😍 But you better not overwork yourself that hard again! ALSO. DON'T BE AFRAID TO SEND ANYTHING IN!! I LOVE!! hearing what you have to say okay?? Ily 🌕 anon!! PLEASE BOMBARD MY INBOX. I LOVE IT.

HAHAHA it seems like a ton of Dottore brainrot has been infiltrating your brain huh 😅 Dottie speaking Latin really revolutionized ours brains hngg bUT WAIT I LOVE YOUR IDEA. THAT'S SO CUTE. Oh my gosh newdndow how do I phrase this. He knows you still have a love of knowledge and other things you used to be so into :( But nowadays it's died down since you don't think you're cut out for that stuff anymore, even though you miss it. Dottore being the one who respects and acknowledges your intelligence the most would not let you think that way! He'll let you indulge in as much knowledge as you want to. It's far better here anyway, with no restrictions. He'll even let you sit on his lap while you flip through his notes and try to analyze them. Okay and bear with me, this sounds strange but he would make up fake scenarios/brain teasers for you, and these would be PAGES long and you'd have to figure out the answer and report back to him 😭

Also made me think of this angsty af scenario of the day you officially got kicked out from the Akademiya... The sages and profs were so unsympathetic with your condition despite multiple proofs and notes of it being real... no matter how much you begged and sobbed, they refused to accommodate you and revoked your position in the school. Yes, it could be absolutely freaking brutal in there with the workload of assignments and all, on top of your illness too, but you still had dreams. Dreams that you were working so, so hard to pursue... you were trying your best, why couldn't they work with you? You go back to your room to try and pack since they want you out but your stuff just ends up strewn on the floor while you cry. When Zandik comes back you don't even bother hiding your tears or the reason behind them. You can see he's absolutely furious and about to let pure foulness leave his mouth but you interrupt him with a few simple words - "Zandik, just hold me, please." You don't want to hear any words at this moment, because you know nothing will be alright, but at least his touch grounds whatever is left of you to this world.

Okay moving on... Nah I need tutor Zandik. If he saw my dumb ahh while doing math... gone 😭 HEHE I love this trope... i can imagine initially being very serious about trying to learn. But then their tutor is this cutie? Welp, all of that going down the drain. Though, I think it would be pretty sweet if reader ends up learning anyway. Because the professor's way of teaching is so outdated or simply doesn't work for you but somehow when Zandik explains it you're like ?? oh! That's so much simpler! Another possibility - reader purposely flunking so they can get assigned to Zandik for tutoring 🤭 Bro would be flabbergasted that you're wasting both his and your time... because you thought he was... c-cute? Disgusting.

YEAAAA I ADORE DOT AND POET READER I THINK IT'S SOOO ROMANTIC 😭❤️ lmao yea that man would think poetry/non-academic writing is sooo boring like why would you even waste your time on that 😒 You gave up LONG ago trying to convince him why you love it so much but all of a sudden he becomes a teensy more receptive to it... i wonder why? Totally not because he freaking read every single one of your poems, from the serious to silly ones, most definitely not because he found one named after him with a bunch of sweet references... he doesn't care but they were not that bad... he guesses.

[riveranova]

Heyy can i please request alter! Keith (ikemen prince) x fem reader smut with fluff?💕

(A/N): Hello, hello! Thank you for your ask and THANK YOU for giving me a reason to write smut for this man. Hope you enjoy!! (Also, I should definetly study for my Anatomy exam tomorrow but rn all I can think about is Alter!Keith being an absolute SLUT for the reader lmao)

I took a lot of inspiration from 'Criminal' by Taemin. It's SO good!

Breaking His Rules - Alter! Keith x Fem! Reader

Warnings: SMUT | minors DNI, orgasm denial, choking, riding, light bondage, strong language, Alter!Keith being a cocky ass and regrets it instantly, MDom to MSub, FDom, Fem! Reader, fluff, it's a little bit bittersweet, dirty talk, lil bit degradation, fluffy aftercare ending

Character: Keith Howell, Ikemen Prince

Word count: 1.941

Keith was a friendly, maybe a bit shy, man. He was helpful and gentle to all sentient beings who bestowed upon him the same treatment.

But behind his soft eyes there was more than warmth and kindness.

From an early age, Keith's life was beyond traumatizing, leading to him building a wall around himself. A high, stony, cold wall. Nothing and no one should ever get close enough to hurt him again. And so, his alter was born.

Keith believed that this kept him safe from all the unnecessary and time-wasting feelings like love. But he was greatly mistaken.

The moonlight shone softly from outside through the slightly opened curtains. Keith adjusted your sleeping form in his arms and wrinkled his nose. How could he have sunk so low? He should just kick you out of his bed and go to sleep like everyone else in the palace. He didn't have to listen to your feelings, and he didn't have to agree either when you asked him with tired eyes if you could lie down with him because you were too cold to sleep. He could have just let it go. And yet he held you in his arms because the annoying little voice in his head was forcing him to.

Your quiet voice forced him out of his thoughts. "You're looking at me with those weird eyes again..." You sat up in his arms and blinked at him. Keith was about to pull the covers back over you but stopped himself. Why should he?

"No one is forcing you to stay with me. I can look at you however I want and if it bothers you, you're welcome to fucking leave alone'', came his reply. He tried to sound as emotionless as possible. Why was it so difficult all of a sudden?

He looked into your eyes, searching for something - anything - that remotely resembled rejection or fear. So he could belittle you for it. So that you would finally disappear. So that he didn't have to deal with the feelings he had locked away all those years and now no longer understood. But all he saw in your eyes was something he didn't think he needed. Something he had long detested. All he saw was affection, love and...

Your hand found his cheek and he realized with a start that he had no problem with it. He caught himself chasing the warmth of your hand and laughed listlessly as he stared into your eyes. ,,I cannot believe it. You've made a damn lapdog out of me.'' He took your hand from his cheek and pressed it along with his own onto the mattress next to him. You cocked your head and looked at him with confused eyes, "We both know that's not true, don't we?"

Keith caught his breath. Did you notice him acting differently? Why was it making him so nervous?

He grabbed your shoulders and pushed you away, his brows furrowed. You caught yourself just before the end of the bed and looked up. You were used to this behavior. Keith didn't know how to deal with your feelings and hid behind an arrogant, cold face. But you knew he shared your feelings. He showed it through small acts that went unnoticed by others.

For example, his hand wandering over your head so you wouldn't hit it when you bend down at the table – or when he went into town with you 'because he wanted to go for a walk anyway' and of course not at all to take care of you and to help you carry your groceries. Or right now when he held you in his arms because you were cold and he didn't want you fuck up your sleeping schedule.

You slowly got up and stood in front of his side of the bed. You were lenient with him, but sometimes he just needed a little reminder that you didn't care about his little tantrums. Sometimes he just needed a little more... discipline.

Keith was about to ask what the hell you were doing when you suddenly sat on his chest. Your thighs pushed his arms apart, which you tied to the bedpost with the belt lying on the floor – he had previously carelessly removed it and tossed it there. Keith frowned at you but said nothing. You leaned down and wrapped your hand around his neck, applying light pressure. He continued to look at you silently. It was clear from his eyes that he was aware of the trouble he was in. Under you, in your total control. "You just have to say one word and I'll stop. You know that, right?'' You purred against his lips. The only answer you got was a soft 'fuck off' which made you grin. "I knew you didn't want me to stop. I can see it written all over your face. You hide your feelings and you expect me to accept that? Haha… not quite aware of your place yet, huh?'', you shifted your weight onto his chest a little more and pressed a little harder on his neck, "You're my desperate little lapdog. And I think you're lacking in the behavior department.''

Keith escaped a - most likely unintentionally, whimper and his legs bent slightly. "Ah ah ah'', you released his neck and pushed his legs down, "Stay down".

You slowly looked at Keith lying below you. He was wearing his sleep shirt, which hung half unbuttoned on his chest, and boxer shorts instead of pajama bottoms, which were too warm for him. You slowly began to pull his shirt off and threw it off the bed. Grinning, you stroked his already hard nipples, making him shudder. "Fucking get it on already, don’t sit on your ass teasing me" Keith grumbled, tugging at his restrains. Grinning, you ran your tongue over his naked torso and sucked at his skin over his collarbone. Keith gasped as he could almost feel a dark red bruise forming. You looked at him with an innocent face. ,,Oops, that’ll stay for a bit''

With a quick hand movement his boxer shorts went on the floor next to his shirt. You slowly took his already half hard dick and stroked his tip a little. Keith was visibly trying not to make a sound and glared at you as you stroked his cock up and down painfully slow, your fingertips ever so close to touching him. He pressed his lower body against the bed and turned his head to one side. Grumbling, you grabbed his chin and pulled his face back towards you. ,,You’ll watch me.'', slowly you pulled your shirt over your head and threw it to the small pile of clothes in front of the bed, your pants following right behind. You slowly slid over his cock with your pussy still covered by your panties. Keith bit his lower lip - still confident he wouldn’t give in and stared at your breasts moving slightly in rhythm. Dissatisfied, you pulled his lower lip free from his teeth and gave him a kiss. "You're still holding back. Let go.'' You whispered against his lips and straightened up again. Keith's eyes softened a little, but he remained silent. Sighing, you pulled your panties aside and looked down at him. ,,I'll get you to make noise'', with these words you took him in completely, which elicited a small groan from him. Keith was big - very big. But you didn't mind anymore - it wasn't your first time with him. Keith's mouth fell open and he exhaled heavily. You almost had him.

You slowly began to move, hands heavy on his chest. He breathed heavily in and out, he realized that he couldn't hold back his moans anymore and they spurted out of him like a spitfire. "Fuck, faster m-more...'', his cheeks flushed, and he looked at you with pleading eyes, all his previous resistance forgotten. Grinning, you stroked his chest and rode him faster, one hand wrapped around his neck again as he stifled a groan and thrusted into you from below. His thrusts became increasingly uncoordinated, and you realized he was about to cum. As he got louder and louder, you started to slow down until you suddenly lifted up your hips and his cock slipped out of you. Keith caught his breath and stared at his cock, which was now starting to twitch needily on his stomach. He looked up at you. Your breathing had calmed down again, and you started massaging your breasts – a grin on your face. "You didn't really think I'd give you what you want, did you? After being so cheeky?'' One of your hands wandered down your body to your wet pussy. You slowly rubbed light circles and leaned back so Keith could have a better look while enjoying the show you put on for him. Keith, on the other hand, only grew more impatient. He cursed and growled as he tried to get his cock back into the warmth of your pussy. But he had to watch you helplessly as you made first two and then three fingers disappear inside you, your own orgasm not far away. You groaned and looked at him, tilting your head. "Not so cocky anymore, huh?", you got a growl from him, which quickly turned into a whimper. Keith closed his eyes, only to open them again a few seconds later. "I'm sorry.. p-please..", his voice sounded a lot thinner and shakier than usual. You slowly pulled your fingers out and held them out to Keith. Without hesitating he put them in his mouth and sucked on them greedily. While he was busy sucking, you lifted your hips back over his cock and your pussy folds rubbed along his length. He moaned with your fingers in his mouth and pressed his lower body against yours. You had planned to torment him a little longer, but your own orgasm was not far away and you didn't want to turn this into a punishment for yourself.

It wasn't long before Keith pressed his head against his pillow and came with a loud groan. You weren't far behind him, cumming against the length of his cock. You slowly calmed down and grabbed the belt that restrained Keith's arms. But your hands grabbed nothing. You looked at him with big eyes as you realized that Keith was holding his hands back himself - the belt had slipped behind the bed. You hadn't tied it well enough and he didn’t do anything about it? Your eyes sought Keith's, but he had them closed while slowly breathing in and out. You crawled off him, but his arms immediately shot around your waist to pull you back onto him. "You- you could have just said something, you know?" you grumbled. Keith put his head back on your neck and growled, "Shut up. You're annoying'', he paused briefly and added "not as much as usual tho".

Giggling, you stroked his head and he pulled the covers over you. "I didn't hu- I don't even need to ask, you could have just stopped me yourself if it was too much." You grumbled and Keith grinned slightly. "I could have. Your bondage skills suck.''

You gave him a light slap on the arm, and he exhaled deeply, suddenly a lot less tired than before.

"We can do it again," you pushed yourself free from his grip. Keith glanced out the window and then back at you. "But this time it's my turn." He smirked and shoved you under him.

You both ended up not getting much sleep that night.

[cinhomi]

ok this is a response to the answered ask before the last one because I realize I haven't responded 🥺

I hope your last exam went well! i hope it's over and if it is by the time you read this I'm so proud of you for getting through this YOU ARE FINALLY FREE MY LOVE 🥳

ahhh stawp i was kicking my feet and giggling when I saw you say I made you go feral and talk in all caps heheh ❣️✨️

damn right Chan is the exception. he is The Standard and i too would spread my legs and be a good wife for him. he's been flirting sm both days I'm SO DELULU sigh I'm just tumbling more into my domestic kink au Chan because he's soso flirty over text and in person and he'll play innocent :[ "channie doesn't know such things" my ass he's a BIG FAT (ASS) LIAR but unfortunately for you I'm blasting you with more hard Chan thoughts because I can't help it...Chan being pussy drunk. on the scent of you. he's cheekily pocketing your underwear as lil reward to himself after getting you off or in the mornings, when he needs you scent to help him get through the day. (boi isn't not even trying to hide it.)

pent up alone in the studio? you tell him to look in your pocket and oh, are those your panties? he's moaning because heavens, you smell so good and he'll be damned if he doesn't jerk off to the scent of the panties his wife so graciously provided him with for stress relief. he eats his own cum out of your pussy after you both finish and the remaining drops? he's taking your panties and wiping up them all until the slick there and his cum mix and then he's tasting it like it's the finest cocktail he's ever had the pleasure of drinking. the scent of you makes him feel so wanted and owned and mine, mine, mine. the thought of it all, being so loved and owned entirely as your husband and you his wife makes him so aroused and simultaneously, kicking his feet and letting out little tee-hee-hee giggles.

- titracha nonnie (I'm so sorry I was meaning to send the jilix ask but every time I get up to send in an ask for another member channie comes in and wrecks my plans. it's gotten to a point where I have drafts in my sideblog of random hard thoughts so I can remember to send them to you later and jilix and seungmin and hyunjin are on there, they're starting to get very impatient with me 😭)

I have nothing to add. this is perfect. it's so dirty and the motives behind it are immaculate. Chan getting off on your scent, your essence, getting off on the fact that you're his wife, his partner for life...

it's over sweetie! I'm free! I can finally sleep past 5am for two weeks 😁 there's time now, send me any thing you want whenever you want ♡

[madchild-dennis]

How could I forget my 4 beauties

Yes, as I said here:

I'll have so much VERY SOON and be able to share it with Mr. Future Bae. #excitingthingsahead

I will also have that with my 4 BEAUTIFUL children.

I love em yuh si 😍 😍 😍 😍 😍

My poor lil heart. I love them so much.

Ok I'm going to share when my heart fell in love with those 4 children.

So I met them in 2020. Well the 2 oldest ones. I didn't really remember them so much because I was closer to some other children that year. Those seen and heard here:

However when I returned in 2021, I got closer with those those children, some others I didn't remember and my 2 oldest.

You see I met my oldest daughter first but she's the 2nd born. SHe was always assisted by those around because she is cute, obedient and agreeable. However I saw how many seem to like to cuss her out for the things her mother was responsible for. So when the others who'd help left, I took the mantle. I think she loved that I didn't cuss her. I saw her caution. I developed a love for her by caring for her the best I could. It was easy. I look forward to watching Shrek a MILLION times as she loves that movie.

Now the oldest who I became conscious about next was after I was caring for his sister. When I took responsibility while others watched and cussed out the child instead of help. Was when the parents was having their drama and may have involved him. One night the father came home drunk and cussed him out and threw out his stuff and destroyed his phone (what he needed for online school). This little boy found his way traumatized and lost on my porch. I think he knew he could trust me. So that night is when I learned he hadn't been to online class (covid time) in over a month. So I decided to help.

Then when I realize so many more problems. Some i don't want to share here. However basics is, mother gone (due to domestic quarrel) and father works all day to provide and they were left with grandmother but she leaves to work too. Point. he the boy at 9 was responsible for his 2-year old twin siblings and sis (who was staying by others/me most times). Hence why I made this video:

I thought those adventists, especially those who couldn't have children would love to help. BUT NOOOOOOOO. Then God says I must take ALL 4. By then I didn't know the twins or fall in love (as a mother) with them yet. I was just starting to fall in love (as a mother) for the oldest

Especially when I saw this boy more than past his exams that were coming up and important. I mean he wasn't in class, nor studied. I sat beside him and saw him connect dots from video games he played to understand his class tests. He was VERY SMART. I saw it and it was effortless. That made me want to help. However seeing him slowly learn to trust me was when my motherly instinct and love kicked in. I mean, he had school work and because he heard his sis was watching videos and more, I think he wanted to do the same (I didn't get access to her school work to help her there). But I put my foot down.

This boy ran off to his grandmother's house. I went by, NOT to force him, but to tell him food is at the house if he wanted it. He came back. Guess what as well. Next time he wanted his own way, I feared he would run every time. But he didn't. The distance shortened every time. The next time was the porch crying hysterically, then the corner of the living room, then it became a discussion on how unfair it was. Which I understood. However, he had to do his school work (I found work for his sister to do as well). That was FUN. I mean seeing him learn to trust me was MAGIC. Then I had to understand he feared getting beatings. Something he got OFTEN and severely.

After I helped him with his schoolwork, the people around were jealous and start to beat him badly if he went by me. By then I was ok helping from a far and I knew what God asked of me by then. I look forward to the future for his excited rants about Marvel Universe Films or watching them over and over again as he talk them out as it plays.

Now the twins. They were 2-years old that time. That's a young age. It was nice to know that they are potty trained already. However I feared them because toddlers can be a whole lot of WORK. and that's times 2. However I had them all one Saturday. I rarely had the twins. They were jumping off the walls. Well the boy mostly and when I sat him down he wouldn't listen. His sister, would follow him, but he was the instigator of adventure. I was trying to get something for the other ones to do, but the 2 babies as they are wouldn't stay seated. Pulling on the curtains, climbing things. I couldn't sit them down quietly. then I decided to take him up and carry them both outside. Then he was calm in my hand.

My heart melted when i took the closest thing I had (my phone) and started to read the bible. It was just Hebrews, and they both laid their heads on me. I was so broken almost in tears at their action. They just wanted a little love. Not reprimand. They just want a little attention and hug and cuddles. I nearly cried. I mean the boy twin did it again when he was afraid of the water on his face when I bathe them one of the day. Held me so tight like his life depended on it.

Those children just need a little patience and love.

That is what I'm so excited to give and know they'll appreciate it. even if it's not in the moment, but eventually.

So ya girl excited for her 4 children waiting on her and the FUTURE BAE that will LOVE and want to be with only her.

YEAP

[bacon-sandwich-of-dionysus]

Baying Dogs (Rewrite); Chapter Five: Diagnosis

Hello! Sorry for the delay in uploading this, exams are well under way which I've been prioritising. I've also had a freak accident with boiling water and now I have a huge second-degree burn covering one of my arms... that's probably going to take some time to heal.

In the meantime, because I know there's going to be more delays in writing and uploading chapters, lol, have a cheeky lil reread :P. See if you need to rethink your suspects :).

Warnings for: Strong language, gore, body horror (only slight), mentions of violence and menstruation (this isn't me stigmatising, but I know it can still be a sensitive topic for some people so I am giving a heads' up)

Word count: 4, 972

He was horrified. He wanted to gag.

Eyes were wide, bulging.

All he could do was stare.

Price thought he was accustomed to violence and brutality, having been in this line of work for a while now. Even he himself had committed a few atrocities of his own. And yet, here he stood, at a loss for words, like he had just seen death for the first time.

The gore was almost… gratuitous.

“Gaz…” He finally managed to croak out, his voice barely above a whisper.

Dougs hadn’t uttered anything. She couldn’t. All she did was cover her mouth in shock as she knelt before the corpse, hoping if she stared long enough… his eyes would stare back.

Flies hovered above the body, occasionally swooping down to take fresh pickings of drying blood.

There wasn’t any heat to him anymore, guts no longer steaming.

Price drew in a shaky breath. He swallowed hard. The horror was subsiding and replacing it was grief, grief which bubbled just under the surface, just waiting to boil over into a froth of anger. The captain could feel it. He was inconsolable. Any mutterings of assurances, any condolences given in goodwill, would only piss him off. Whoever did this... because he damn well knew it was ‘who’. He had known it was a ‘who’ from the start. Only now, as he fell before Gaz’s eviscerated corpse, did he truly care.

This proved that the man hadn’t been hardened at all, nor had he grown numb.

Inside him was a heart which pounded in his chest and a stomach which growled for blood.

They would pay. The murderer would pay.

Slowly, he turned to Dougs.

“You found him like this?”

That wasn’t a question, that sounded like a demand.

His teeth were clenched, lips peeled back in a snarl.

“Yes, sir.”

“Just now?”

“I screamed when I saw him.”

“You better be telling the truth.”

She gulped.

“I am.”

Price exhaled and looked behind to the others.

“Who did this?”

“Sir, we need to report-”

“WHO DID THIS?!”

They straightened up, remaining silent.

Price looked back at the body. Protocol would demand he report to Shepherd and inform him of the death but… God! He needed time. Time to think. He had already acknowledged the reality of the situation but what to do about this information which sat before him, red and raked with gaping wounds.... had yet to be seen.

Gaz had been through a lot with him. Gaz had been his righthand man. Price had kicked off his career in this line of work, mentoring him from the very beginning. This wasn’t how things were supposed to end. Price should be in his place, with his guts out, bathing in the morning sun as it warmed his pallid skin. Gaz was the one who should be living.

The captain had had his heyday, his adventures, his progression.

Gaz hadn’t.

Graves knelt by him.

“Price, we need to report to Shepherd, now.”

Price was paralysed.

Graves shook him a little.

“Shepherd needs to know. Stat.”

Price nodded and got up.

He made to address all of them.

“Whoever’s done this. I’ll fucking find out either way so one of you better start thinking about fessing up. And when you do,” his voice was pretty much a growl, guttural with barely contained rage, “I’ll kill you.”

With that, he took his leave, letting Graves walk him back to the barracks.

And then, there were three.

Dougs could see something white amidst the red once more.

Another tooth?

She looked back to the two men standing behind her.

Soap met her eyes and quickly moved to avert her gaze. Eventually, he decided to head back into the dilapidated base.

Ghost lingered for a few moments longer, staring at the body… like he was in some sort of trance.

He was probably having a rude awakening, much like Price.

Soon, he too left.

I hope you stay put, Gaz.

The medic scurried off but came back in a flash. On both her hands were a pair of gloves, and in her dominant hand, a pair of tweezers. She did what she had done with Weir.

A little bit of twisting, some tugging, the occasional wrenching and hey presto!

In the pinch of her metal grip was another tooth.

Dougs sat by Gaz, cross-legged as the sun was beginning to sit high in the sky.

“I’m sorry, Gaz…” She sniffled, “I’ll find who did this. They’ll be sorry.”

The woman got up, tucking the tooth away into her breast pocket.

“And if I don’t. Make sure you haunt them for me, yeah?”

Dougs headed for the medical room, hoping she could compare the teeth and maybe sneak in some time to begin copying those files into her notebook. She needed to compile all the evidence she could get, because now she was certain this had been a set up.

And she had a feeling Weir did too.

Everyone around the woman was saying men had attacked, or figures of men at least, but Gaz had given Weir a different account. 

“You know, it’s odd you two are saying men struck you because Sergeant Garrick over there said it was animals.”

Price had looked over to Gaz, who now had his head in his hands, leg jigging up and down. 

“Animals?”

“Aye.”

Soap lowered his voice. 

“Gaz is saying animals hit us?”

Weir shifted uncomfortably, rising to her full height from her previous position squatting by the bedside. 

“He was the first of you to come to, all of you completely crashed when your bodies hit the beds.” Weir gave a small laugh, shaking her head before continuing, “When I asked about what happened and what I should build my report to General Shepherd on, Garrick said that Task Force 141 had been struck by a pack of animals.”

Price sighed, running a hand over his moustache. 

“I think Gaz is pretty shaken up.” He proposed, “I think we all are. None of us were expecting this.”

“If I’m honest,” Weir ran a hand through her hair, “I think this whole thing is a botched job. Clearly, something’s off because we were told one thing and you were told-”

Once she was out of here, maybe Dougs could build a case? Get someone to look, get the right people to look at this.

She sighed.

All she could do was hope.

***

“This is Gold Eagle Actual.”

“Sir, Sergeant…” He took a deep breath, “Sergeant Kyle Garrick has been murdered.”

“Murdered?”

“Yes. Sergeant Garrick has been murdered. Don’t know exact time of death, but we found him in the morning just outside the base, Sergeant Burman-Douglas was the first to spot his body.”

“Garrick’s dead?”

“Yes, sir.”

Shepherd paused for thought.

“Garrick will be noted as K.I.A just as Weir is. Any questions?”

Price sighed. A silence fell between them.

“Status on transport?” He finally asked.

“Can’t say for sure. Northolt have been notified but we haven’t got confirmation on whether we can move into Ashdown Forest or not.” Shepherd was awfully blunt, “No transport has been officially scheduled.”

“But-”

“I’m sorry, Bravo 6. There’s not much I can do.”

Captain Price felt a pit in his stomach form.

Shepherd rubbed his temple, looking back to the beautiful view of the night sky behind him. The man was miles away from the crime scene and yet, he could imagine Price beginning to narrow his eyes.

“Do you suspect foul play?” The general decided to take the plunge and ask the question, his voice crackling a little on the radio.

Graves and Price looked at each other.

“Yes.” Price said, “I do.”

He only got a hum in reply. Whether it was of agreement or acknowledgement could not be determined.

“I’m sorry for your loss, Captain. Keep surviving and keep me posted.

As Price chucked the radio out of his hand, letting it land on the rucksack by his bed, something caught his eye.

Across from him, on the other side of the aisle, the bedframe was off. The metal looked a little bent, there were strange marks on the floor. Marks, which upon closer inspection, revealed themselves to be claw marks.

His eyebrows raised.

Graves watched him get up from his seat and head over to the other side, squatting before the odd one out. The man had shrugged off this sudden bout of curiosity from the captain, just glad that Shepherd had said he’d make sure Northolt would start hauling ass to get someone to them soon.

Price looked about the bed for more clues.

There were claw marks on the floor, along with scratches on the wall behind the headboard.

And whose bed was this?

Well, according to the bag and if memory served well, this was none other than… MacTavish’s.

His breaths grew a little unsteady.

He would wait until the evening, give the murderer a little time to feed his ego, to think he had gotten away with it but, once they were having dinner, Price knew what he’d do.

Graves did too.

Phillip decided he’d use the time Price had given Soap to deliberate on whether he should let John do what he was about to do.

***

A small knock sounded on the doorframe of the medical room.

“Come in!” Dougs called, as she finished packing away her notebook.

Footsteps tentatively crept in, and she turned around to see Soap. However, he wasn’t looking too great. All the colour had drained from the man’s face and he seemed skittery, eyes darting about. She rose up from her squatted position by her bag, not entirely facing him, almost in a combat-ready stance.

“Soap… what’s wrong?”

He seemed almost reluctant to tell, his face twisting a little as an internal debate ensued.

She noticed he kept his right arm close to his chest, hidden with his left sitting on top of it.

“Soap?” She asked, softening her voice a little.

With tears welling in his eyes, he made to meet her gaze.

“I think it’s me, doc.”

He revealed what he had been hiding.

Dougs’ mouth was held agape.

Be professional. Don’t gawk. Don’t gawk.

Alarm bells were going off in her head, though.

His nails were beyond recognisable, blood crusting the edges where keratin met skin. His hand shook as he raised it up for her to get a better look. As she examined more closely, she realised that his nails had in fact been virtually destroyed, split apart by the rupturing of blackened claws.

“Holy shit…”

What she also spotted was strange black veins which spread from his newly emerged claws. They were faint, almost looking like they had been painted on by a thin makeup brush. Except there was a warmth to them, like they were organic structures, with blood flowing through them… a stark contrast to the paling skin they sat under.

“Sit on the bed, Soap.”

He nodded and hopped up.

Dougs sanitised her hands and slapped on the third-to-last remaining pair of gloves. She gestured for him to rest his hand in hers as she eyed them closely, getting a feel for the claws.

“Does it hurt when I press them like this?”

Gently, she applied some pressure to the skin around one of the talons. Soap winced.

“Yep.”

“Okay…” Dougs chewed on her lip, “Could you tell me when this happened?”

“Just now. I… I was in the bathroom, washing my hands when I felt this itching. I gave in, scratched at the back of my hand, around my knuckles when…”

“When what?”

“My hand just locked up, like it was spasming. And then, these pop out.”

“Did it hurt?”

“Yeah, but only for a moment. Now, they just sting.”

She really wasn’t sure what to do, nor was she sure what he wanted her to do.

Dougs sighed, though, in her exasperation and indecision, it came out more like a snort. Had she not have her gloves on, she would have scratched her head or stroked her chin. Instead, she resorted to spinning on the wheeled stool she sat on by Soap as a way of fidgeting as she thought.

MacTavish watched her slowly spin side to side, face making an array of ponderous expressions as she considered each and every action she could and couldn’t take.

Dougs definitely couldn’t remove the claws, they looked fixed in place, like his nails would have been. Alsos, removing them could cause more trouble anyway: more pain, increased risk of infection and so on. That was an abysmal idea. She could clean them up a little, though, which might help with the stinging in the long term and prevent infection from getting into the little open wounds from which those talon-like protrusions sprouted from. It was also the easiest thing to do.

Let’s go with the manicure.

“Okay, so, I can’t remove them, but I can clean them.”

Soap didn’t really look satisfied with that.

“Is… Is that it?”

“There’s not really much else. Plus, it might help with seeing what exactly is going on. That dried blood could be obscuring some information.” She suggested.

He shrugged but seemed to agree.

Dougs smiled and swivelled round before scooting over to the kit to grab a few alcohol wipes, some cotton balls, TCP, should it be required, and a bag to dispose them in.

Soap held out his hand. It quivered, which put Dougs at unease. As she tore open a wipe, she noticed the hand beginning to shake more.

Oh no… Don’t do this to me again.

She had to see it through, though! She had gotten everything out now, and she was also a tad bit curious to see what was under the blood. At this point, Dougs was ready to do just about anything if it would shed some light on this absolute disaster of a situation. Her hand hovered above Soap’s.

It was really shaking now.

“Soap, can you try and steady your hand?”

“I can’t.”

He was going to break her wrist, wasn’t he?

Was this a trap?

Was she taking the bait?

“Soap, do you want me to steady it? I can hold your hand still if need be.”

At least then she’d have some control over his arm.

And she was prepared to leap out of the way if he struck out with the other.

Dougs looked calm on the outside, taking steady breaths as she gestured for him to lay his wrist on her open palm, but make no mistake, outward appearances can be deceiving. Inside, she was screeching, a voice repeating in her head over and over for her to not do this. However, like with a wild animal, if you make a sudden move, they’ll respond. Dougs hoped if she gave out a calm aura, Soap wouldn’t freak out.

“Okay, so I’m just going to lightly dab-”

CRAAAACK!

“AHHHH!”

“AHHH!”

Both her and Soap jolted backwards.

His hand had steadied a little, before locking up, fingers tensing, then releasing and with that release… a new length of claws extended upwards. They pushed out with this awful sound, like some bones deep within Soap’s hand were snapping. With that, small tears had also formed on the back of his hand and on his forearm. Tears which bled a little, and also had… hair sprouting from the gashes.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” He shrieked, scrambling backwards, almost falling off the edge of the bed, “WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!”

Dougs tried to shush him, not wanting to alert the barracks.

“Soap, let’s not panic, panicking will make this worse-”

“Dougs, look at my hand!”

He shoved it in her face.

“Look at it!”

Okay, yeah… looking.

Dougs gently moved his hand aside and rested it on his lap.

“We can’t lose our heads. You can’t lose your head, understood?”

His eyes were reddening with brewing tears, lip quivering. Blue eyes stared right into her soul, pleadingly.

“It’s me. I killed them, didn’t I?”

His voice was hoarse, whistling out his throat.

“What have I done, doc? What’s happening to me?”

Dougs paused for thought, wanting to avoid his eyes but they just followed her wherever she went. It was clear he had come to her for a diagnosis, for an answer, whether that confirmed his fears or not. She was his key. And yet, Soap found himself grinding his teeth, impatient, as she cursed him with unbearable silence. Dougs kept her eyes on the ground, once again swivelling side to side on her chair slowly, trying to think. It would be wrong to just regurgitate some falsehood and send him on his merry way but on the other hand, she hated to be the bearer of bad news which was ironic seeing as she was a doctor and that was part of the job.

She had to admit, if it was him, it was strange he had come to her. Sure, maybe telling everyone, especially Price would be a death sentence given his current state but… her?

Well, she supposed maybe the beast knew she had been snooping around. Actually, she didn’t suppose. She met him. Last night, down the hall.

This admission of guilt… Slowly, Dougs’ gaze rose to meet Soap.

He looked almost like a lost pup, eyebrows raised, peaking in the middle, while his eyes remained big and alert. A small flush was building on his face, distress and no doubt illness contributing to the slightly ruddy complexion.

She sighed and looked away briefly.

“It was me, wasnae it?”

“Are you asking, or telling me?” Dougs tilted her head to one side.

“I-”

“Honestly.”

He hung his head low.

“I don’t know.”

She leaned in, looking him in the eye, closely.

Soap held his breath, unsure of what to do as the medic just stared right into his soul. He backed up a little, as Dougs inched a little closer, eyes narrowing.

“It’s not you. It can’t be you.”

He was taken aback.

“What?”

She sighed and got on with cleaning up his bloodied hand.

“Dougs, what?”

The woman simply shrugged.

“It’s not you.”

He scoffed, letting out a small, hysterical giggle.

“What do you mean by that? It could be me. Dougs, A’ve got bloody claws!”

To his surprise, she shook her head.

“Just making sure, this is the first time this has happened?” Dougs queried, gesturing with an alcohol swab in hand.

Soap nodded.

“Yeah,” she chuckled, “I don’t think it’s you.”

What the…?

“Do you know something?”

Oooh, that was a good question. Dougs’ lips were pulled tightly into a thin line as she deliberated. She didn’t take Soap as the kind of guy to keep his mouth shut, especially when it came to something like this. He could very well oust her to the whole group if he thought that was the right thing to do, or perhaps share it with a confidante and who would then pass it along. There weren’t many of them left, if someone told someone and then that someone told someone else, it wouldn’t take long for the word to circulate.

A pang of guilt tugged at her heartstrings. He was scared, she could see that clearly.

Well, let’s see if he’s one for confidentiality.

“Can you keep a secret?”

He nodded, raising an eyebrow.

Dougs turned around and, to his surprise, took out the files like there was nothing to them.

“Uh… Dougs?!”

“Shh!”

The way she just brazenly put them on his lap, bold as brass.

She then walked up to the door, checked the hallways for any spies, before closing it.

“Open them.” She pointed to them.

Soap did so.

His eyes widened.

This… this was him. All these symptoms were him now and him to come.

Like an oracle telling the dreaded truths to come, the files bore details that filled his gut with dismay. His throat grew dry as he swallowed hard. Panic fluttered in his stomach.

Gently, he turned the page, only to be met with graphic images of bloodied jaws and… clawed hands.

“Oh my God…”

Dougs sat in front of him, tucking a lose braid behind her ear.

“Shepherd burned us.” Her face was serious, “More specifically, he’s burned you lot.”

“I… I’m going to…”

Soap’s grip on the files tightened a little.

“Hey! Don’t damage ‘em!” She quickly took the manila case from him, “Last thing we need is sticklers realising we’ve been meddling with them!”

His breaths had grown a little ragged. He clutched the sides of his head.

Dougs looked back to see he was beginning to freak out. Really freak out.

“Hey… Hey…” She knelt before him, gently removing his hands before he could hurt himself, “We’re going to survive this.”

“What if they take me away?! Do shit to me?! You’re fine! You’re immune!”

She ran her tongue over her teeth, letting out a small sigh of resignation.

“Soap, I’m on the menu.” That took a lot for her to say, “My fate isn’t either I live to be infected or die. Mine is just death.”

A lump formed in her throat.

Her worst fears were coming true.

This was a whole other level.

Hungry eyes were going to have a whole new meaning.

She stood up, trying to compose herself so she could comfort him properly. As Dougs was about to turn around, to briefly take her mind away from the present, Soap seized her. Her body gave a small jolt backwards at the sudden movement and consequent entrapment. His arms tightened around her waist.

That’s when she heard it: quiet sobs.

MacTavish had finally cracked.

He cried into her, sniffling, voices circulating around his head telling him he was doomed, telling him he was a disgusting animal.

Even if nothing happened… he’d still kill innocents either way.

That was his diagnosis: cursed.

Her hands hovered over him. She was still taken aback.

Only, to realise, as the sobs became more intense, she should probably be kind.

Dougs hushed him, letting him weep into her uniform. Despite feeling the sensation of cold as his tears soaked through, Dougs could also feel heat.

“I’m sorry…” he mumbled, gulping for air, his breath trying to catch up.

Softly, she placed her hands on his shoulders, rubbing circles with her thumbs as she looked to the door, staring idly off into the distance.

***

Ghost watched Soap hurriedly leave the medical room, wiping his face. He followed the man with his eyes, only for his attention to be diverted by new movement from his periphery.

Dougs leaned out of the doorway, looking drained.

He saw her drop her shoulders as she held the frame of the entrance.

Then, she stretched her arms out, deciding to head for the barracks.

Ghost spotted red.

A light tap was felt on Dougs’ shoulder. She turned around to see Riley looming over her.

He seemed awkward though, robotic almost, as he did his best to meet her gaze.

“Uh… Dougs,” he cleared his throat, “Dougs, you’re… bleeding.”

She looked up at him quizzically. Then, she looked down at herself and realised.

“Oh… fuck.” The woman groaned, “Rhaatid!”

She shouldn’t have ignored the cramping in her legs yesterday and this morning. She was also feeling fairly bloated, but she had just chalked that up to the shitty camping food. A sharp wave hit her, pinching right at her navel. And what followed was cold.

Toilet! Toilet! Toilet, now!

She began heading straight ahead, for the latrine, only to then change direction sharply for the barracks.

Spare trousers! Get spare trousers! No, toilet! Toilet after!

With that change of plan, Ghost watched the medic stop waddling ahead to then spinning on her heel to make for the barracks. Only she stopped, stood by the wall adjacent to the entrance.

She had no shame regarding this but… well, she sort of did, and the not-so-distant chatter between Price and Graves in the room punched a pit n her stomach. She didn’t want them to see. Didn’t want them to ask questions. They probably would pay no attention but… she didn’t know for sure.

This wasn’t supposed to be complicated. Dougs was overthinking it. A twinge of guilt flicked at her chest.

Her heart began to beat a little faster.

Dougs counted herself down. This was going to be quick. In and out. Get her spare clothes and whatever sanitary product was stashed in the depths of her rucksack and run away.

3… 2…

As she was about to go in, Ghost stopped her.

“Go to the bathroom.” He said, “I’ll get your shit. What do you need?”

Well… I mean… Okay!

“Spare trousers, underwear and see if there’s like a tampon or pad somewhere. I can’t remember if there’s a pack stashed or not but… yeah.”

“Copy. Go clean yourself up, Dougs.”

She smiled.

“Affirmative.”

Dougs found herself sitting on the toilet of the ramshackle bathroom just feeling grateful that they had running water. This place was a shithole, yes, but at least it was a functioning shithole.

There are worse shitholes.

She jigged her leg up and down, filling her cheeks with air and then blowing it out as she waited. The room was cold, and she felt that on her bare skin. Across from her sat her soiled garments, glimpse of red appearing between the folds as they sat sadly slumped in a pile.

She knew this would happen, seeing as the documents did say being in the presence of someone infected would cause menstrual bleeding for whatever reason; but she thought her birth control would save her from that.

Apparently not.

It would seem that lycanthropy trumps birth control.

A small knock sounded on the door. Then, it creaked slightly open, just wide enough for Ghost to get his arm through.

“Got your things.” He stated, waving the items in the air.

“Thanks.”

She leaned forward to grab them off of him.

***

“So,” Graves sighed, looking over his cards, “you still don’t want to open those files?”

Price shifted uncomfortably in his seat, not bothering to make eye contact.

“Shepherd will find out someone’s looked at them and that’ll cause us even more trouble.”

Graves sighed, poking his cheek with his tongue.

“I think we should. Something’s not right here.”

“Something’s not been right from the beginning.” The captain replied, stroking his moustache, just above his upper lip.

With a growl, Graves chucked the playing cards onto the ground and got up, marching to the medical room.

“Graves!” Price called after him.

He began to follow the man, occasionally reaching out to try and grab his arm, only to sorely miss.

Soon enough, he had been led to the dreaded room. Graves grabbed the waterproof bag and set in on the table. Then, like the implications and possible consequences of this action would mean nothing, he pulled out the manila files and spread them on the examination bed.

“We’re fucked.” Price shook his head.

“Ah, we were fucked from the start. Besides, it’s not like I wasn’t gonna get my hands on these files anyway.”

The captain cocked his head to one side.

“What do you mean?”

“I suppose a confession is in order, Captain.”

Price’s stomach twisted itself into knots as his muscles began to tense.

“I was going to steal these files off of y’all. Now, don’t do anything rash. I can explain. Shepherd hired my Shadows and I to get them off of y’all should things go wrong. My company is to be granted some of the spoils either way, whether you survived or not. Of course, we all know what happened to the Shadow team…”

Yep, they did all know. Graves was the sole survivor, getting dragged in by Dougs and Weir, howling at the top of his lungs in agony. His team had gotten it good, and the poor man would have most likely died if he hadn’t been found.

There were no more Shadows, but there was still Graves. He’d still get his prize if he lived.

“This is all a set up?”

“What do you think?”

Price paced back and forth. He should have known. No, he did know. He knew damn fucking well. He just didn’t want to admit it because he was scared. Weir’s remarks and her subsequent death had made it clear, but Price didn’t want to pay attention to it until the truth smacked him in the face.

“Fuck it. Open those files. If I’m dying, I’m dying in the know.”

He pulled up Dougs’ wheeled stool and took a seat.

The two men scanned over the pages, making all sorts of faces as they tried to miss the images that came along with the text. Price had never been good with graphic visuals; he would much rather have those things left to his imagination.

As Graves flicked over to the next page, Price grabbed his hand.

“Wait, go back.”

Phillip did so.

“The female participants instead experienced altered menstrual cycles… which resumed to their normal cycles once women were taken out of the experiment and away from the infected.” He read aloud.

Graves looked up to meet him, eyebrows raised.

“We can figure out who it is.” Price declared, a little glee glinting in his eye.

“How?”

“Whoever was in Dougs’ company when she started bleeding.”

“Are you sure that’ll do it?”

“Worth a try, ain’t it?”

Graves shrugged, scrunching his face up a little.

“How do we even know if she’s gotten her period?”

“We can ask.”

Graves burst out laughing.

“Ask?” He chuckled, “You think you can ask that and get an answer?”

“Why wouldn’t you?”

The captain looked genuinely confused.

“Please!” Graves did his best to catch his breath, “You can’t ask. We got no time to ask.”

“Graves, what are you suggesting?”

[angelamajiki]

Hi! I was wondering if you could write smthn about a bully dabi/hawks who kinda corner and bully a shy Y/N into doing some sexual stuff w them if that’s okay?

[ study break - dabihawks ]

CW: yandere, dubcon/noncon, coercion, no con kissing/touching, bullying, spanking, facesitting, scumbags hawks and dabi

AN: my first fic! this is a no quirk college au, mind the tags! :)

Failing chemistry was not on your list of expectations when you decided to pursue your degree at Tokyo University. No matter how hard you studied, how many times you changed how you took your notes, you never seemed to get even a passing grade on your exams. Desperate and out of ideas, you begged your professor for help, only for him to recommend that his best students would tutor you, Touya Todoroki and Keigo Takami.

Or respectively, Dabi and Hawks. Why they went by those nicknames eluded you, but they never seemed to like it when you called them that.

Even though they lived to torment you every time you so much as took a breath during the lecture, they still demanded that you call them by their first names—what a pair of creeps.

Thanks to your professor’s ignorance, your pride was forced down as you made your way over to them after class was dismissed.

Both donning shit-eating grins, they waited patiently for you to come to them. Your professor had already told them about your misfortune and was quick to say yes to coming to your aid, the poor helpless thing you were.

“Well, well, well. Looks like princess finally decided we were worth her time, huh, Keigo?” Dabi spat as he got from his seat and stood behind you.

“Now, now, Touya. You know our pretty birdie is just lil’ shy, ain’t that right?” Keigo mused as he stood in front of you. “‘S the only thing that explains why you would blow off kicking it with us. But you need our help, don’t cha?” Their grins widened as you nodded, unable to speak in their suffocating presence.

“I-If you don’t mind, that is, I don’t want to take up your time-“Touya’s laugh cut you off as he slung an arm around your shoulder. “For you, sweet thing? We got all the time in the world.”

After a beat, Keigo picked up his bag. “Well, no time like the present. Let’s head back to my place.” Leaving no room for protest, Keigo took off out of the lecture hall as Touya guided you along rather forcefully.

Soon, you were stuffed in the backseat of Keigo’s car as he sped off to his apartment, Touya still stuck to your side.

——

“Home sweet home. Make yourself comfortable on the couch, chickadee.” Keigo called as he went into the kitchen. The tension was awkward as Touya continued to guide you through the apartment and to the couch his counterpart referenced.

“So, um, do you live together?” You mumbled out, wanting to break the silence.

“Sure do. Why? You wanna join us in here?” He chuckled, trying to distract you as he slides his hand down your waist and onto the meat of your thigh.

“Stop teasing her; we’re here to help, right?” Keigo announced as he reentered the room and got comfy on the other side of you, gently squeezing your waist.

“Right. Keigo and I here have been trying to come up with ways to help you retain the information you learn. And what better way than to be penalized every time you answer incorrectly. Sound good?” Touya’s smirk returned as he moved to stroke your thigh, hiking up your skirt.

“That...that doesn’t sound good.” Punished for getting answers wrong? What was wrong with these two. Standing your ground was difficult when the pair intimated you so much, but you wouldn’t let them push you around.

“Oh, I thought you wanted us to help you pass your class. Guess not, then.” Keigo huffed dramatically. They knew it would take some warming up from their shy girl, but they had guaranteed results in store for you; they were sure of it.

“Don’t worry, princess; you'll be rewarded for everything you get right too.”

Well, that doesn’t sound too unreasonable, does it? Letting out a shaky breath, you gave an answer.

“Okay, let’s try it.”

---

Keigo’s belt cracked down on your bare thigh for the ninth time as you let out a pained whimper. This is not what you had in mind when they said “penalized,” but you had to get their help, didn’t you? If raising your grade meant flushing with humiliation as you sat on Touya’s lap with only your panties and sweater, then so be it.

“That’s the 9th question you’ve gotten wrong. It’s like you want to be punished, babe.” Keigo sighed as he tenderly rubbed the spot he spanked. “C’mon, if you get the next five right in a row, we’ll take a break. Okay?”

You nodded promptly, wanting nothing more than to get out of your current position as soon as you could.

The next questions were passed with flying colors. Letting out a breath you didn't even know you were holding, you relaxed against Touya momentarily in relief. His arms looped their way around your waist snuggly as the other man beside you to gently turn your chin towards him.

“Let’s give you that reward now, huh baby?” Keigo whispered gently against your lips before sealing them with a passionate kiss. Touya made quick work to tie your wrists together with his own belt while you squirmed in his lap. The blond’s hand made it to your neck possessively and squeezed gently, stroking his thumb over your drumming artery.

Touya slid you off his lap and into Keigo’s, who spread your legs wide over his right thigh. The white-haired man chuckled as he ripped your panties at the seams, discarding them behind him. Spreading your lips gingerly, he smirked and pressed a thumb to your clit.

“Why’d you hide this pretty pussy from us for so long, princess? I coulda gave you this reward a long time ago.”

Touya wasted no time in pressing a kiss to your clit and spitting on your hole before setting off to devour his meal. Keigo, above him, released you from his overwhelming kiss to thumb away your tears.

“Hey, hey, don't cry, birdie. Your boyfriends are gonna make you feel so good. Promise.” He swallowed your protests and pleas with another searing kiss, gently stroking your cheek with his thumb as he did.

The kisses and licking became numb to you after a while. Boyfriends? You weren't dating. Hell, you weren't even friends. How did you even let it get to this point? Why didn't you leave sooner? Why did you agree in the first place?

Lost in your dissociative thoughts, you hardly had time to prepare before a blinding orgasm ripped through your whole body. It left you shaking and seeing stars, gripping your white knuckles as Touya rode you through your powerful high. He pressed one final kiss before standing up and helping you back into your skirt.

“You did such a good job, princess.” Touya praised as he stroked the hair off your sweaty forehead.

“Don't worry, babe; we’ll take on a proper date after our next study session.”

[sunsents]

Library - James Potter (M)

Heyyy, hey, how ya'll doing?? My exams are over!! Thank you so much for the support and the lovely messages 😙 here's a kith. I know you guys are waiting on Empty part 2, so here's a really short unedited thing?? I wrote a few months ago for you guys to read while you wait. You can really see how much I improved with my recent writing, but I hope you all enjoy this nonetheless while I finish up Empty 2. Enjoy, or don't. Idk.

Summary —> A study sesh turns into something much more when two knuckleheads interrupt you.

Pairing: jamespotter x fem!reader (im sorry to frederick for neglecting my gingeritis religion.)

Word count: a mere 1.4k

Warnings: smut / just filthy sex honestly / cheeky lil breast action /

Rating: 18+

DON’T REPOST MY WORK

You made sure to neatly pile your hoard of essay papers and not mind the ink blotches your palm had left from the hours of work put within. It didn't matter, Slughorn cared about the content rather than esthetic, hopefully. It was no big matter to worry about you told yourself, your handwriting was messy and not the most appealing, but your handiwork in potions was quite the opposite, it was fine.

"Hey ____, still workin' on those?" James Potter's husky voice cracked like a whip in-front of your face, perhaps painful to your ears as well.

You glowered at him, what else were you supposed to do? His antics continued to worsen every day. "What do you want?" your nasally voice caused you to clear your throat, evidence perhaps that you hadn't left the library seat and spoke in hours.

"Just checking in." Sirius Black's pool of hair - black as well - was turned the opposite way, he was gazing at the library books, a most unusual sight for him. "Didn't want you melting outta boredom."

"I'm perfectly fine thanks." you snapped, your head rung in awful thumps of pain but you paid no attention to it.

The corners of James's perfect lips lowered playfully. "You're all snappy, we're doin' nothing." his tone was smooth as silk now, his lips tugging into a playful grin once again. Never was a grin not on James's handsome face.

You took a deep inhale while watching him, you had to anyways. Your fingers were fidgeting together under the table, a view James couldn't hopefully see but the way your rings clicked together made him painfully aware. "Just don't bother me till' I'm done, I'm almost finished."

James nodded, his bottom lip jutting out in a frown once again. You had to roll you eyes, had to do something to make it seem like you weren't enjoying their so called company.

You stretched your head back and enjoyed the feeling of your neck craning and extending for a few moments. It had been a some time since movement was made in your fatigued body. you figured your tied up hair wasn't going to keep intact much longer, so you released the band in a swift move. Your hair cascaded down all the same, then you quickly shot straight and continued to write.

You didn't have time for comforts and stretching, you were close to finishing your essay and that was all that mattered. You didn't even bother asking James if he had done it, because his answer was surely at the ready. He was Head Boy and his marks were all excellent, but when it came to homework it was long forgotten to him.

A slight diversion caused you to look up, James and Sirius were on the ground and a few books had fallen, scattered around the wooden library floor. You scoffed then flicked your wand; the books magicked up and flew back to their original places. "One second and you guys make a mess." you stared, your eyes flashed dangerously. You weren't an intimidating person, at least you liked to think so much unlike what your friends said.

But surely, you easily managed to intimidate the two most popular boys in Hogwarts. They both quickly shot up and took the seats in-front of you. Sirius was apologetically looking down, unlike James who immediately relaxed and sprawled himself out on the plush cushions. Ass, you thought, but didn't say anything.

"Alright what do you want, really." you deadpanned, you knew them for seven years, they weren't fooling you.

James, who was busy wiping his glasses on the fabric of his sweater put them back on and smirked. "You." he simply said.

You rolled her eyes and scoffed all the same, though your stomach was erupting in butterflies. "James why don't you go bother Lily like you always do." you whispered, Madame Pince was glaring at them and you weren't going to risk getting kicked out of the library again.

"No," James started, Sirius merely watched the interaction play out with a smile. "why would I go t'her when I have you right here."

You shot up and squeezed your fists, you weren't going to fall for it, a phrase you had been telling yourself for the past two years when James's interest suddenly piqued on you. "I'm gonna go put these books back."

After pressing the three large books to your chest, you wasted no time getting far away from the two boys as possible. Your heartbeat was rapid, dangerously fast that you thought you might drop dead.

It wasn't much time until you reached the furthest corridor of bookcases, luckily this was the row where you had acquired the books. You walked to the middle and stood on your toes, reaching your hand up and letting the books fly back to their original places. Then, the next book, same process. You were going awfully slow, doing your best to avoid talking to James as much as you could so your burning cheeks could go cool down and your heart would stop trying to thump out of your chest.

The third book, so close to being done until a presence suddenly overpowered you. It was right behind you and awfully familiar, towering over your stretched figure. James' cologne was what gave it away so suddenly, "Let me." his tone was going in spirals, once husky, then silky and now this. Breathless, strained and somehow desperate.

What you didn't realize was your skirt lifting up when you stood tip toe on your legs, your years of Quidditch clearly visible on your body. At least for James anyways. You heard him swallow thickly, then a muscular arm towering over her figure and pushing the last book up.

James sucked in a breath.

It was dizzying, you were never this close to him. A new territory, unfamiliar and intimate, not to mention exciting. Sure he flirted but he never took it too far, you didn't know what to think of it either. He was confident while "flirting" with Lily, he held his chest high and cracked jokes which only made the Lily blush deeper and continue to insult him. His ego boosted whenever Lily would try to hide away her blush, and the usual row of girls on the background sighing with her. It was somehow annoying, seeing James so buttered up.

James exhaled harshly.

But with you it was different, James was the one blushing. An unusual sight, James Potter being flustered but it was true. He would even stutter at times if you playfully flirted back, which happened very rarely. He would start off confident, and it would die down in a matter of seconds.

James was breathing almost heavily now.

You felt proud at sometimes, you even believed that James maybe would be harboring feelings for you. But then that big ole clump in your head would yell 'why would he, he's James Potter. Also, he's been in love with the same girl for years.' and all that hope would dissolve away.

James groaned desperately.

So frankly, you didn't know how you ended up with your skirt hiked up your waist, panties messily tucked aside and thick cock buried to hilt between your walls and continuously slamming into that one, dizzying spot. James' hands slithered around your waist and his arms tightly encircled on your stomach to press. You could feel every single muscle. Every single muscle to from stomach, down his thighs and the flesh between them.

He pressed his chest on your back, whispered the filthiest phrases he could think of to make you writhe, told you how pathetic you were for letting him do this in a ruddy library. Maybe this was what caused him to run a hand up your chest and clasp his hand around your throat. "Keep quiet, don't want anyone seeing you like this." he had told you, and it was the slight roll of his hips that made you unable to answer and barely take it.

You babbled, drooled, worshipped his cock with your sopping cunt until he was telling you that he loved you. He pulled on your chin to kiss you, sloppy and wet and he didn't let you answer. His glasses were pushed behind, rocking back and forth with his body, dangerously close to falling off. He was gorgeous and with your hands propped on the library shelves, you whimpered an "I love you." back. The two of you came, claiming each other and lazy smiles knowing that the feelings the both of you harbored was reciprocated, and the possibility of having something more was true.

[2-cute-4-school]

𝚗𝚌𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚖𝚜

requested by anonie:  hi if you’re taking requests could you do an NCT Dream reaction to you crying while studying for exams because you’re stressed? thank you !

Mark Lee

my boi understands the STRESS

he debuted like 6 times and he has more comebacks and schedules than he can count bby is so overworked sometimes  °(ಗдಗ。)

i think you’re probably each other’s safe places

whenever mark catches sight of you he just buries himself in your arms and all his stress and worries melt away as he breathes in your familiar scent (.づ◡﹏◡)づ.

your hugs? his best medicine

so when he finds you trying to muffle your cries in your hands, hunched over open textbooks, a mess of pens and littered papers around you

his heart breaks just a lil (*>_<*)

why didn’t you come to him?? or at least call him??? don’t you trust him?? is he part of the reason of your tears???? what if-

“mark?” ༶ඬ༝ඬ༶

but as your meek voice calls for him he decides that questions can wait

you are his one and only priority

he dashes to your side and engulfs you in his arms─=≡Σ(づ￣ ³￣)づ

“it’s okay baby, you’ll be fine, i’m here, i’m with you”

you just hide your face in his chest and allow yourself to break into sobs that wrench mark’s poor lil heart while mark caresses your back and head

“just let it all out baby, i’m right here, i’ll always be here”(๑´•д • `๑)

he keeps murmuring comforting words as you slowly run out of tears

once you calm down enough to explain the reason of your breakdown to him, he just presses a kiss to your forehead ლ(´﹏`ლ)

“how about you take a rest for tonight and we’ll talk tomorrow and i’ll find a way to help you through this, hm? does that sound good?”

you make him promise he’ll stay with you for this night he has no objections (ღゝ◡╹)ノ♡

he ends up playing his guitar for you with your head on his lap asfdsfksf until you fall asleep and then spoons you after tucking you in

his softness for you doesn’t prevent him from having a serious discussion with you to make sure you know you can always come to him for anything and then ends up helping you study might end up asking for help as well _(T-T*)

Huang Renjun

this boi seems really chill while at home

so i’d say that he mostly minds his business if you’re busy with school work like he’s probably in a corner painting or sumthin’ the lil artsy fairy that he is (❁´▽`❁)*✲ﾟ*

he does check up on you from time to time to make sure that you’re... you know... alive and breathing?? lol fun times huh

but still, silent comfort IS your love language ∩(︶▽︶)∩

so he kinda assumes that you ALREADY know he’s there for you at any time anywhere in any way you may ever need him

so when he hears a muffled sob from behind the door you’re studying in?

his heart BREAKS ꒰๑˃͈꒳˂͈๑꒱ﾉ*ﾞ̥

but he also doesn’t want to stress you out even more or scare you so he slowly enters the room to find you hunched over your desk

he hesitates for a moment as his chest just clenches in hurt while he watches your shoulders shake with muffled whimpers ˓˓(ᑊᘩᑊ⁎)

so he walks up to you and lays a gentle hand on your shoulder

he waited for a moment to make sure that you’re comfortable with his presence in such vulnerable moments

and the he just ENGULFS you in a firm embrace and you FINALLY get the chance to ground yourself as you let out all of the pent up frustration in the arms of the person you trust the most (๑◕︵◕๑)

he just pats your head and you bury your face in his chest and you just ✨melt✨ into each other

i don’t think he’d say much tbh (´°ω°`)

there’s a silent mutual understanding that all you need right now is someone- him to lean on when you’re too tired to hold yourself upright

as you start calming down he presses a kiss to your head before speaking softly but firmly

“you’re taking a break, come on let’s eat and then we can have a lazy evening for once” ε-(‘ﾍ´○)┓

“but-”

“oh we can finally try out the fluffy blanket we bought together last week”

he AIN’T TAKING NO FOR ANSWER!!! (￣ω￣)

you spend the evening wrapped up in each other under your blanket with a forgotten movie playing in the background while renjun hums a lullaby’s tune in your ear

Lee Jeno

he has a sixth sense for you

you can’t get away WITH ANYTHING ¯\_༼ᴼل͜ᴼ༽_/¯

you stub a toe: aw frick-

jeno, thousands of km away in the middle of rolling his hips into another dimension during practice: something’s wrong ಠ_ಠ

so i think he might notice even before you that you’re kinda breaching your limit

but ba(r)bie isn’t sure how to approach you without offending you since you’re kinda irritable because of the stress ofc he doesn’t blame you

so if he fails to stop you before your breakdown he’s gonna blame himself for sure tho so make sure to reassure him once you’re stable he’s gonna keep a VERY watchful eye over you ( ◉  〜 ◉ ) 

he’s 100% READY to be there for you!!!!!

he has fluffy blankets, your favourite sweets and snacks, your preferred take out place on speed dial in case you’re hungry AND your comfort show prepared  (•̀o•́)ง

what he isn’t prepared tho?

his OWN heart cracking at the sight of your pain and exhaustion (ಗдಗ) 

he LITERALLY CAN’T stop the small whine building up in his chest as he strides over to your side for support

so when you wrap yourself around him like a lil koala, trembling in his hold and muttering through tears that it’s just too much-

his ULTIMATE protectiveness kicks in FULL MODE (ಢ⊱ಢ ｡)

he just scoops you up and burrito wraps you into the gigantic mound of blankets already prepared for you while pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead i promised i’d make it his trademark so here ;)

he *dashes* to bring over all of the snacks AND is already on the phone if you decided you wanted something to eat

basically bf jeno didn’t come to play ║ * ರ Ĺ̯ ರ * ║

spends the rest of the night literally PAMPERING you in anything you need

and most importantly... LOTS OF KITHES AND CUDDLES!!!!( *¯ ³¯*)♡

his baby deserves a chill and lovely night and he’s gonna provide exactly that and the absolute best for you :<

also jeno will gather all of his remaining braincells to help you the next of the day he really seems a smart kid in my opinion

Lee Donghyuck

hyuck is a LOVELY person don’t get me wrong (๑♡⌓♡๑)

but he’s also a tease so he might unintentionally push you to your limits with a few remarks

poor babe really didn’t realize you were going through it

so just imagine his panic once you just burst into tears after what should have been a harmless teasing from him (╬⁽⁽ ⁰ ⁾⁾ Д ⁽⁽ ⁰ ⁾⁾)

“ba-babe? what happened, did i go too far?? i’m so sorry my love, i just-”

he keeps on rambling and you just cry even harder cuz come on hyuck is just such a thoughtful boyfriend

“i’m really sorry y/n, please don’t cry, i’ll do ANYTHING-” ٩(´Д` ;)۶

you try to explain to him that he’s not at fault for your breakdown

obviously it’s not really comprehensible but it’s enough for hyuck to understand once he hears the words ‘stress’ and ‘exhausted’

he simply embraces you as tight as he can and reassures you that humans have their own limits (っ⇀⑃↼)っ

and that taking a break doesn’t invalidate your hard work and dedication

he understands how overworking can affect a person so he knows how to handle the situation

he proposes taking a hot bath once you’ve calmed down and he adds extra bubbles and a really nice smelling body wash (╯✧∇✧)╯

and after that- YOU’RE ON BED REST!! no excuses

if you protest? you wouldn’t dare

stops you with kisses all over your face before fully shutting you up with a soft but firm kiss on your lips o┤*｀3´*├o

you spend the entire rest of the day restrained in his hugs

you really scared him so he became a lil lot clingy 

need to go to the bathroom? he INSISTS to piggyback you there since ‘you need all the rest you can possibly get’ (∪｡∪)｡｡｡

but i reckon you can’t complain since you have the chance to spend some quality time with your also busy boyfriend

my boy will also go to the ends of the world in order to help you the next day to study whether that means burning his own brain or gathering half of nct and his manager to get everything done in time (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و

Na Jaemin

it’s literally NO SURPRISE when i say that he’s PROTECTIVEx1000000 of his loved ones (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

so why would you even bother to hide anything from him??

it’s LITERALLY no use

he’s a very very doting person and he keeps tabs on you no matter what, sometimes even uncounciously

and if he’s not there physically? NO PROBLEM!!

texts and calls between he two of you are a very common occurence bubs just wants to make sure you’re well and happy (˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

so unless you’re a top class at acting, good luck in trying to play off your stress and tiredness

but let’s say that due to busy schedules and different timetables it somehow gets past him

babe will be so heartbroken (๑´•д • `๑)

his worry topples over as he freezes in your doorway for a moment at the sight of your defeated form and tear-stained papers

BUT he does a good job in keeping his composure because he can’t risk letting his emotions get the best of him when you need him ( •̀ω•́ )

so he just trudges up to you and SMOTHERS you in the tightest hug possible, tucking your head in his shoulder so you could cry freely hidden away from the rest of the world

he coos a few words here and there, encouragements, compliments, reassurement that ‘you’re more than enough, you just need to take a moment to relax and breathe’ ✧˖°ˈ·*ε-(๑˃́ε˂̀๑ )

otherwise, he’ll leave the talk for the next day when you’re rested both physically AND mentally 

after you calm down he helps you put away all your school work you wouldn’t dare oppose him on this for the rest of the day

we all know what’s coming up i’m sorry

COMFORT FOOD!!!! (ﾉ^ヮ^)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧

he seats you on a kitchen stool while he cooks whatever you need at the moment, anything his baby wants

honestly he just adapts to whatever you need atm

cuddles in silence? works for him!! wanna ramble? there to listen!! want netflix and chill??? absolutely!!!!

Zhong Chenle

sooo from what i’ve gathered he’s not exactly emotional???

but also have you seen this absolute cutie when jisung was crying at the dream show?? babe was trying so hard to comfort his bff but he also seemed uh.. a bit awkward a bit? in a cute way tho!! (๑⁍᷄౪⁍᷅๑)

but i do think he’ll falter once he catches sight of your state!!!!

so many mental debates too!! (๑′°︿°๑)

‘they’re hunched over, did they fall asleep? wait shaking?? is it cold in here????... fuck no was that a sob?? do i... do i go over to comfort them? but how like do i hug or do i talk or..? what if they break up with me??? shit what have i done recently?? i washed the dishes, i cleaned the dog poop, i took out the trash.. it can’t be this’

my boy is going through THE CRISIS OF HIS LIFE (≖ლ≖๑ )

so he reluctantly walks up to you determined to help

but when he reaches you? *brain fart*

ends up patting your head and rubbing your back, but his touch manages to ground you without overwhelming you even further (っ⇀⑃↼)っ

if you end up pulling him into a hug tho, he won’t hesitate to hold you

while comforting you he finally notices your open notebooks filled with messy writing

he feels weirdly relieved that you’re not breaking up with him and neither is it something *tragic*  •(◐﹏◐)•

he’ll let you cry it out before he asks if you’d like some help with your school work he asked fans to send their maths homework so he must be a nerd enough to be able to help you too

but you’re probably too drained（×ω×）  to do anything so you two just settle for a cuddle session under a mountain of blankets

and daegal therapy!!!!!Ｏ(≧∇≦)Ｏ who probably loves you more than chenle and he ends up whining jokingly about it

chenle will probably focus on lifting up your mood with jokes and stories and he’d do anything to cheer you up

he might try to spoil you too 

and he’s not letting you refuse the ton of food he orders since ‘you deserve to fill up your batteries’ ~~旦_(-ω-｀｡)

i’m sorry for your tummies after the ammount of sweets you shared

Park Jisung

ah nct’s certified crybaby(lovingly)

might just start crying with you because if you cry he cries too 

i honestly see him a bit panicky in a delicate situation like this once where he has to deal with *emotions* (｡´>д<)っ彡☆

so he watches from a safe distance at first

literally jisung.exe has shut down

but then poor kid starts feeling guilty about just watching you suffer without helping and comforting you but he’s kinda scared that he’s only gonna make it worse (●’Д’●)

‘come on park jisung think!!! what would-... what WOULD JAEMIN DO!!’

*cue lighbulb going off above his head*

cue calling jaemin and getting scolded for being on the phone with him instead of being by your side but still giving his precious baby advice

jisung probably comes up with a speech before approaching you he’s nervous okay? ┌༼ σ ‸ σ ༽┐

he lays a hand on your head, gently caressing you and just as he takes a breath to start his speech, you just look up to him with THE kicked puppy eyes ༼ つ ◕ ‸ ◕ ༽つ and jisung is A GONER꒰ლ✘ㅿ✘ლ꒱ 

he MELTS into a puddle of uwus and just leans into you, opting for silent comfort and that’s how he found out that cuddles>>>>>>words

he kinda babbles a little while holding you words are hard ya know

he kinda rambles after you calm down too so now you have to calm him down you’re both messes but you’re cute so

so what is the most efficient way to shut him up? peck his lips!!!!

and as he melts into your hold he remembers that ‘wait!! i’m the one supposed to comfort them!!!!’ (•̀o•́)ง

so he throws his nerves out the window for a moment and just cups his entire world your face in his hands and pecks your all over your face

you end up watching some compilations with kitties or something on both your phones untill your batteries die so then you switch to another device gen z behaviour 

he also probably gets a call from jaemin too and you figure out that your puss of a boyfriend had to call his friend in order to help you

so you give him that look <(｀^´)>

let’s say he’s taking you out for brunch the next day AND helping you with your school work 

[gardenerian]

I think now you have to write the 5+1 fight fic. I just asked a simple question, but you went and made it a thing. Thats on you 😄aaaand to add to that challenge, how about the fights be like throughout their lives, so we see that growth you predict? Remember, this isn't my fault.

this isn't your fault, but in true dirty fighter fashion, i will choose to blame you anyways. i cannot believe you've Done This. but! i'm up for it. tw for terry mention (not explicit at all, he’s just mentioned), a lil drug use, talk of ian at the club. again, nothing explicit but just a heads up!

1.

ian never would have said anything if he'd known.

he would have just laughed along, nodded his head quietly, and let the moment pass. that's probably all mickey wanted anyways - someone to just nod and and laugh.

but ian doesn't know mickey all that well. not yet.

they're buckling belts and rearranging t-shirts after a fast fuck in the walk-in. mickey's come to the store a few times now, every time strolling out like he won't be back.

and maybe ian's feeling a little daring.

"you wanna come by on friday?" ian asks, pulling open the door and stepping out. he's gotta unlock the store before the local drunks get testy. "we gotta bunch of beer shipments comin' in. we could snag a couple, hang out."

"nah," mickey answers, winding his scarf around his neck. ian wants to reach out and adjust it. "gotta go do a run with my dad."

"oh, okay." ian blinks a little in surprise. he knows all the neighborhood talk about terry milkovich, but mickey's never mentioned, well, anything about his home life until now. "have fun?"

"fuck off," mickey snorts. "sure as shit won't have any fun. movin' dope with that fucker?"

ian's not really sure what's happening. are they - are they talking? mickey's smirking a little as he watches ian process. can ian tease him?

ian wants to tease him.

"yeah," he laughs. and he should have stopped it there. mickey probably would have flipped him off, grinning as he walked out. but he barrels on, adding, "fuck your dad, man."

the mood shifts fast, the air turning icy before ian's laugh dies down.

"the fuck you say?" mickey steps closer to the counter, eyes bright with a dangerous curiosity. "what'd you just say?"

"come on, mickey," ian laughs weakly. "we all know your dad's a prick."

"you don't know shit," mickey spits. "you - you don't get to say shit."

ian splutters. "but you just said - "

"yeah, i said! i get to say! you know fuck all, gallagher," mickey snarls. "you don't know me, and you don't know my dad."

ian knows enough.

"you're seriously - "

"do you have a death wish?" mickey snaps, slamming his fists on the counter. "this is over."

he kicks over the magazine stand as he goes, and ian is left gaping behind the counter. what the fuck? so maybe this was the last time.

mickey strolls into the store a week later, silently heading back to the walk-in and unzipping his fly. ian follows him without a word.

2.

mickey blows into work twenty minutes late and reeking of weed.

it's just one more fucking thing piled on top of this terrible fucking day. ian sits behind the counter, stewing in his bad mood and watching mickey take his sweet time clocking in.

it's been shitty since the moment ian opened his eyes this morning. lip had stolen the phone charger in the middle of the night, so his own phone died as he slept. ian woke up too late to shower or even sniff around for a clean shirt if he wanted to make it to his summer class remotely on time.

carl had already finished the last poptart by the time he rushed downstairs to eat, and he spilled coffee down his front as he hurried around the kitchen searching for something to eat.

in the end, he shoved a stale piece of bread in his mouth and sprinted to school.

when he got there, ian learned he'd only scored a 72 on his recent exam. ian spent the entirety of the lecture staring down at the red corrections on his paper, feeling increasingly disheartened.

and now, mickey waltzes into the store late and grabs a beer first thing. he then sets up shop in front of the door, ready to scare off some petty thieves or unload a little weed.

he doesn't even look at ian as he twists the cap off his beer and takes a long sip. his throat bobs with it, and it's so infuriatingly hot that ian can't decide if he'd rather punch him or fuck him.

ian distracts himself by looking over his pathetic calculus test. he'd felt pretty confident about it at the time, having studied with lip the night before. but he must have panicked when the test began - or maybe he's just no good at math without lip there to correct him.

"jesus," mickey says, now standing by the counter and looking over ian's work. "thought you said you can learn anything if you study hard. the fuck happened?"

"fuck off," ian snaps without looking up at him.

mickey snatches the paper and reads over it, tsking as he studies ian's numerous errors. "damn, man, didn't you make fuckin' flashcards for this shit?"

"yes," ian hisses. "now would you give that back?"

"did you even have a calculator?" mickey peers down at ian's scribbled equations. "your math doesn't make any goddamn sense."

"oh, go to hell, mick." rage rises in ian's chest. mickey just rolls in here, late and stoned as all hell, and gives ian shit for something there's no way he understands? fuck that. "you're tellin' me you know what any of that means?"

"i know basic math, asshole," mickey scoffs, "and you fucked that up, too."

"did i fucking ask you?"

"calm down, gallagher," mickey sighs, passing the test back across the counter. "just tryin' to figure out how you bombed this."

"there's nothing to figure out, dick," ian seethes. "i'm a goddamn moron, and you're not helping."

"did i say that? did i ever fucking call you that?"

and no, he didn't. but ian's not interested in a post-mortem of this exam with mickey. it's too fucking embarrassing, after the shit he spewed about hard work and west point. he wants to sit here in shameful silence; he wants to be alone.

so he doesn't answer, and mickey finally gets the hint. he picks up a magazine and steps back towards the door. ian doesn't move unless it's to ring up a customer, and he avoids looking at mickey altogether.

and if he notices mickey watching him over the top of his magazine, ian doesn't say anything.

mickey has the next day off, so ian works a long, quiet shift. no one teases him as he moves about the store, no one watches him bend over to stock cans, no one comes up behind him in the walk-in.

the store is empty without mickey, and ian struggles to remember why he was so mad at him to begin with.

just as he's about to lock up for the evening, the bell above the door chimes. mickey strolls through, a heavy, greasy white castle bag in hand. ian raises an eyebrow in question and mickey just holds up the bag in offering.

"thought you might need to chill tonight," mickey tells him. a little sheepish, a little shy, he holds up a joint in the other hand.

and ian knows an olive branch when he sees one.

"yeah," he says, curves and coordinates drifting from his mind as his senses are flooded with mickey. "yeah, alright."

3.

mickey's freezing his goddamn ass off.

the gloves he stole from lip gallagher are fingerless, and it's really only fitting that something so fucking useless was swiped from that guy's drawer.

he lights up another cigarette just for something to do, stamping his feet in a futile effort to get warm. of all the places to meet in the middle of winter, the bowels of an abandoned building maybe isn’t the smartest choice. but their options are limited.

svetlana’s at the alibi, mandy’s got the baby at home, and the gallagher place is littered with kids that apparently came from a van. mickey needs somewhere to think, somewhere to talk and plan.

terry’s getting out soon, and they need a fucking strategy. if he wants to stay alive, if he wants to keep ian alive, they need to decide how to play this.

mickey texted ian to meet him almost an hour ago and the bastard still hasn’t shown. ian never seems to grasp the urgency, the desperation with which mickey needs to keep him safe.

he’s about to call him for the third time when he hears ian’s steps crunching up the icy stairs. “hey,” he calls cheerfully when he spots mickey, as if they’re meeting anywhere other than a frigid detritus under incredibly shitty circumstances.

“the fuck you been?” mickey asks. maybe there’s a valid reason here, maybe the little one got into the coke again, maybe -

“sorry, mick, i just got so distracted on my way over here,” ian admits, blushing a little under his scarf. “have you ever really looked at chicago in the snow? unreal, man, i had to stop to snap some pictures.”

his hand flies to his coat pocket, like he’s gonna grab his phone and show mickey pictures of his own god damn neighborhood.

mickey refuses to let him.

“you’re late meetin’ me because you were taking pictures of the gray ass snow? the fuck’s wrong with you?”

“nothing’s wrong, mickey,” ian laughs, “i’m just a little late.”

he doesn’t care. terry’s coming and they’ve got targets on their backs, but ian doesn’t care because he was looking at snow.

"jesus, ian," mickey hisses, and the grin drops from ian's face. "we got shit to figure out. i told you to be here - i needed you to be here."

"okay, well, i'm here now," ian offers.

here now. here now but not when mickey asked him to be here, when he said he'd be here. here now, but not when mickey texted him with shaking fingers and stinging, blurry eyes.

"yeah, fuck you, you're fuckin' here," mickey mutters, moving forward to shove him roughly. he needs ian to fucking get it, that he's serious, this is serious.

"what's your problem?" ian splutters, instantly shoving him back. mickey breathes an incredulous, almost hysterical laugh. he grabs at ian, shaking him by the front of his coat.

"my problem," he seethes, "is that you don't seem to give a shit about what's about to happen here."

ian tries to wrench himself free, but mickey holds fast, jerking him closer and baring his teeth. "mickey, stop," ian pants, "of course i give a shit, come on."

come on. come on, he says, like mickey's being ridiculous. like their very fucking lives don't hang on this.

when mickey rears back, he's not sure if he's going to punch ian or kiss him. his skin is crawling with anger, with fear, and ian's face is so close. his fingers itch to hit something, to tear at ian's clothes, to fucking throttle him.

ian answers the question for him, though, grabbing mickey's face and kissing him roughly. it's bruising, hard, more pressure than anything else. mickey opens his mouth and lets ian push forward, licking and gasping against him.

then he bites down.

"the fuck, mick?" ian groans, bringing a hand to his lip. mickey just narrows his eyes and ian surges forward again, unzipping mickey's coat as he crowds him against the dirty brick wall.

it's too fucking cold for this. their skin is icy, painful, but the air between them is crackling hot. ian fucks him hard and mickey is surrounded by him, pressing back against him in rage and in need.

they walk home through the snow after. ian doesn't stop to look at anything. they don't talk at all.

there's a christening coming up.

4.

he could say that he meant it as a joke. that he didn't mean it; that he was just trying to be funny.

but that wouldn't really be true.

ian's getting ready for work, shoving eyeliner and those fucking shorts in his backpack. he lifts his t-shirt and gives himself a sniff, nods in satisfaction when his own pits don't knock him out.

like the horny old pervs at the club would care if he rolled in dog shit before his shift. like they wouldn't pay to smell it on him.

mickey watches him scurry around the room with increasing dread. he hates watching ian doll himself up. hates knowing who's waiting for him at the club. hates that he can't go with him tonight, hates that he agreed to watch the kid.

ian fixes his hair in the mirror and turns back to where mickey sits on their bed. "mandy's hair looks good," he notes. mickey just shrugs - sure, it looks fine. but then ian asks, "you think i could go blonde?"

"don't you dare," mickey snaps, now very alert.

"i dunno," ian sings, looking back to the mirror. "could be a smart financial move. blonde guys at the club are raking it in hand over fist."

"please," mickey snorts. "you know they're all there for the redheaded twink."

he knows it was a mistake as soon as he says it. ian's too hotheaded these days, too sensitive. and it was a low blow, anyways. but it's true: ian is what they want.

ian turns slowly, arches an eyebrow.

"twink, huh? that's what you been thinkin'?"

"ian," he sighs. "i didn't mean it like that."

"then how," ian snaps. "how'd you mean it, if not like that?"

he meant that ian could show up painted blue and they'd still throw cash at him. he meant that ian is a fucking luxury to those old creeps. he meant that ian could do anything, but he still chooses to do this.

but he says -

"it's just, fuck, you're about to go to work and dip your ass in body glitter."

"oh yeah," ian sneers. "i sure am. and you know what? my glittery ass paid your gas bill this month."

mickey tries to reach for him, to pull him back in, but ian huffs and grabs his backpack.

"'ey, come back here," mickey shouts.

"i'm late!" ian barks over his shoulder, and the front door slams behind him.

he didn't mean it.

fine, he meant it.

but it wasn't about ian. it was about those greasy fucks pawing at him all night. it was about mickey, sitting at home and freaking the fuck out.

yev's long asleep when ian comes home. mickey's sitting up in bed, worrying in the dark. ian slinks into their bedroom; he's a little high.

he sheds his clothes and slips into bed beside mickey.

mickey reaches for him instantly, sighing in relief when ian doesn't pull away, when he tugs him close instead.

"sorry i said all that," mickey murmurs. he feels ian nod against him. "i just get so - "

ian nods again. he knows.

"you do whatever you gotta do, man," he mumbles.

"it's just a job, mick," ian sighs, "it's just money. i finally found an easy way to get it."

i hate your job, he wants to say. you can do anything you want, you can be anything you want. quit the job, please, he wants to say.

he leans up and kisses him instead.

5.

the kitchen table is probably the gayest thing ian's ever seen.

not an inch of wood is visible - its surface littered with invitation mockups, cake topper options, table cloth samples. mickey sits across from him, scribbling in his notebook.

"you called the dj about your song, right?" he asks, not looking up from his paper.

ian didn't do that. his song? fuck, what is that supposed to be? he reaches for his back pocket, grabbing the folded up list that mickey handed him this morning. he scans it, looking for a clue.

call the caterer with updated numbers, pick up cake samples, send me your damn measurements for tuxes, call the dj with song for ceremony

fuck.

he meant to do it. ian has a couple of ideas, songs that make him starry eyed when he imagines mickey greeting him at the end of the aisle. but between planning the wedding, looking for another job, and settling in with a new parole officer, he never quite got to the last thing on the list.

"i'll, uh, i'll do it tomorrow. promise," ian tells him, fiddling with his ring.

"you didn't pick the song yet?" mickey asks, incredulous. "thought you said you were gonna be more onboard here, gallagher."

"come on, mick, i am." ian holds up the list, showing him the crossed off, completed tasks. "i just missed this one thing, i'll get to it."

mickey snorts. "you want me walkin' down the aisle in complete silence?"

"i didn't do it on purpose," ian argues. "we're putting this together so fast, it just slipped my mind."

"fast, huh? you gonna change your mind again?"

"no, mickey, jesus," ian groans. "i didn't mean it like that. there's just so much to do."

"yeah," mickey pushes back, "and i'm doin' most of it."

"why are you acting like i did nothing today?"

"because," mickey says, clearly trying to keep his voice level so as not to wake the sleeping gallaghers above them, "this shit is important, and you said you understood that. you really don't have any idea what you want that song to be?"

mickey throws his pen down and stands up. he fixes ian with a wounded look and turns to leave the kitchen. but ian won't end it like this. they're about to be married; it can't keep ending like this.

"mickey, don't go," ian calls, reaching for him. "come here. i'm sorry i forgot to call."

mickey lets himself be pulled closer to ian. "it's just - you only had four things on that list, man."

"and sometimes, four things is a lot for me," ian sighs. sometimes, ian can't do everything on the list. because for every item on the list, there are about fifty things not written down. "we still have other shit to get to," ian reminds him. "i also had to piss in a cup today."

mickey deflates a little. "yeah, i know," he says. "gotta piss in the cup on time."

"i have ideas for the song," ian promises. he reaches for his phone, pulls up the mickey songs playlist he put together this week. mickey looks down at him when he presses play, biting down on a smile.

ian stands, gathering mickey into his arms. sways them a little to the music. this one, he thinks. it'll be this one. he kisses mickey's hair, breathing him in. "m'sorry you've been so stressed," ian whispers. "sorry i forgot to call. i'll do it first thing."

mickey brings his arms to wrap around ian's waist, holds him tight.

"just want it all to be done," mickey admits. "wanna just do this already. wanna be married to you."

"soon," ian promises. "you'll be my husband so soon."

soon, and at last.

+1

mickey's finishing up dinner when it occurs to him.

ian had a check in this week, a standard meeting to get his refills. but they haven't gone by the pharmacy after work; they didn't go during lunch. how has the week gone by without anyone picking up the prescriptions?

mickey plates the chicken, heaps some rice and veggies beside it, and brings their meals to the table. ian hums appreciatively and digs in.

"hey," mickey starts, and ian looks up, chewing happily. "what's goin' on with your meds?"

ian swallows heavily. "what do you mean?"

"you had your appointment on monday, man," mickey reminds him. "and we still haven't picked up your refills."

"oh," ian chuckles. "yeah, i'm gonna go tomorrow when i get the groceries."

okay, so he's going. he knows he needs to go, and he's planning to. but there's still something nagging at mickey's brain.

"cuttin' it a little late, don't you think? you still got pills?"

"yes," ian sighs. he rolls his eyes but it's heatless, almost fond. "i still have another few day's worth."

"wait," mickey says, "how do you still have so many left? you been takin' them every day, right?"

ian puts down his fork, reaches for mickey's hand. smiles a little.

"i had my appointment this week, but it was originally scheduled for next week," ian tells him, nodding to their calendar on the fridge. mickey can see the scratched out appointment details meant for next week, the arrow pointing up to this week.

"i'm good, mick," ian assures him. and mickey believes him. things are good. they're steady, smooth, easy. "we were just early on the refill, so i had to wait a few days to get them"

mickey ducks his head, a little embarrassed. "was just checkin'," he mutters.

ian squeezes his hand. "i know," he says, smiling. "thank you."

they pick up their forks and resume eating, comfortable and at ease.

in some alternate world, they might be shouting.

maybe mickey went into the bathroom, counted the pills. ian's gone off them before, after all, and he wanted to be ready.

maybe he charged into the living room, rattling the bottle in ian's face. and maybe ian snatched it from his hand, shouting at him for going through his shit, for accusing him of something he had no basis for, for not fucking trusting him.

mickey might have shouted back that ian never reminds him about his schedule, that he's always in the fucking dark about this, that he just wanted to be sure.

maybe they lobbed accusations or insults, old resentments or sarcastic barbs. maybe ian went to sleep on lip's couch. and maybe mickey called him a few hours later, asked him to come home.

maybe they apologized and maybe ian explained, maybe they promised to do better.

but here, now, ian just leans over, kisses the corner of mickey's mouth, and thanks him for dinner.

[starbuckie]

𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐬

pairing: highschool!bucky barnes x reader

words: 1.0k words

warnings: senioritis, fluff, and bucky being a clingy little shit

summary: senioritis is a bitch, and that virus certainly extends to two teens in brooklyn.

a/n: i’m tired of high school and shit and finals are kicking my ass so i wrote this lil thing. (also look at this lil skinny noodle theater boy, i woulda dated the heck out of him) anyways, please enjoy <3

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Y/N’s eyes focused in and out on the pot of pasta her mother was cooking on the stove. There were many other things she should have been doing, pressing matters like the fifteen unfinished assignments she had to turn in by the next Monday, but the combination of a near-summer school day and the stress of not actually doing the assignments was getting to her.

“Honey, I’m home!”

Great.

The bane of her existence came in the form James Buchanan Barnes, God-like dick game and loved by all mothers. His fluffy chestnut hair was swept under a baseball cap, and he carried two bags of groceries, for her mother, into the kitchen where she sat.

It wasn’t as if she were bothered by her boyfriend, but with him around there was no way in hell she would get anything finished. Turning back to the half-assed, half-written page she had been working on for hours, she tried to ignore the presence of Bucky hugging her mother hello.

Once again, an absolute kiss ass.

“Hey, pumpkin,” Bucky dropped a kiss to her forehead as he started to put the groceries away. Fucking suck up. “How come you didn’t answer my text? I asked if I could come over.”

“I did answer your text, asshole.” Y/N turned over her phone to check the texts for evidential proof. “Yeah, see, I texted you no.”

Bucky shoved the phone away from where she held it out to him, placing an orange on the table. “And I chose to ignore that text because I wanted to see you.” He sang with a smile.

That little smirk he wore was enough for Y/N’s tough resolve to break and she stood to pounce up on him from behind with a hug. She nosed his neck gently and smelled his cologne, amber and oud filling her senses and making her mind all boggled with thoughts of him.

“Hey, if you two are gonna be gross, then go upstairs,” Ms. L/N smacked her shoulder with the dirty dish rag and she squealed away from the hit. “But if you two are gonna bang, then go to his because I’m not washing those damn sheets for you do that.”

Both of the teens blushed at her ribbing, and immediately grabbed their stuff to scramble upstairs. As they trudged up the stairs with their backpacks, Bucky noticed the way Y/N’s eyes would flutter shut for a moment and the way her steps faltered. It was no secret that her five AP exams were kicking her ass, and the studying was no better.

The way he saw it, there was no point in struggling onto the slippery grasps of sleep in replacement of studying. Highschool was three weeks from being done, and soon enough they’d be out of Brooklyn and on their way to California to hit the sun and study their asses off in college.

As soon as they entered her ivy-painted room Y/N slammed the stupid essay on her desk and slumped into her swivel chair. Bucky knew the drill well enough by that point, dropping his backpack by the foot of her bed and flopping onto the pristine white sheets with an obnoxiously loud groan. “God, this bed feels so good, pumpkin, I don’t know how you can stay out of it for so long.”

“Well, when you’re falling behind in school it’s a lot easier than you’d think.” Y/N quipped back distractedly. The words on the paper seemed to swirl and move right under her stare, and there was no way she could focus. She knew that eight more pages of blank papers sat right under the first, all waiting to be filled out with sentences about the effects of cardiorespiratory coherence on the spectrum of human emotions. 

Bucky groaned, hauling his legs onto the sheets and turning towards his girlfriend with a pout. “C’mon, babydoll, if you come over here, you can have sex with me. How’s that sound? You wanna have sex with me? I’ll do that thing you like, even make you shed a few tears...”

Though his offer sounded more than appealing, Y/N had to turn it down and shift herself in the chair to ease the throbbing of her core. “As much as I would like to cry on your dick, and trust me, I would very much like to cry on your dick, I unfortunately need to cry on my essay instead. I was getting work done all until you walked in with that cute lil’ smile of yours.”

Bucky blushed at the comment which made her grin. It was amusing how flushed he got after making such raunchy things to her. “Well, what do you want, babydoll. I can bring you a bowl of mac and cheese from your ma, or,” he scooped her up in his arms, reveling in her squeals of laughter, “I can snuggle ya to death. How’s that sound?”

Her voice was muffled against the fabric of his henley, but he could kinda not really understand the words she gurgled out. “I’m gonna take that as a yes.”

Y/N laughed in his hold, turning over to smush her face into his chest. “I’m just tired of this bullshit. All the assignments and late nights, and don’t get me wrong, I love my mother, but if I get one more comment about my study time management, I’m going to scream.” She sighed, clutching just a bit harder around his back. “I want it all to be over, I guess. Just you and me in California already, sitting in the sun and drinking green juices, or whatever shit they do over there.”

Bucky didn’t even have to say anything, Y/N knew he shared the same sentiment. College was fast approaching and scary, and the stress of the impending graduation did nothing but make it seem that much farther away. 

“God, you’re so warm, I wanna lay with you here forever. Studying can go fuck itself.”

“Then stay with me, pumpkin,” he chuckled, pulling her closer. “I ain’t going anywhere yet.”

Legend has it that there was no studying done for the rest of the night, and Y/N’s mom would find them passed out in each other’s arms before six o’clock.

[huntingingoodwill]

do not watch anna 😭 its really not worth it, i watched it after taking a 5 hour long exam as a treat....nearly started crying bc it just was not good and it was only lenny miller saving the movie! all you need to know about him was he was a cia agent and he did not have much personality which is great bc we can headcanon him 🔥 but i recommend in the heart of the sea cillians character is so cute and i always wanted to backstory him like how this fandom created henry wilson (btw are we open to henry wilson headcanons bc he is so 🥰)

ANDDDD stopppp )): that halloween hc was so cute i don't celebrate the holiday but 'bloody' kisses with jon is just so <33333 i just got out of class so now im thinking professor crane thoughts and like being his s.o. and t.a. would be everything tbh and when jon has to write a report for his darling he'd probably write something bad and mean behind her back like "1/10 do not recommend bad at paying attention keeps spilling my coffee" just so he can keep her as a t.a. forever and darling is just clueless to this and shes fine with it bc cmon she loves him ): and also professor crane being such a pain in the butt like he peeps over her neck while shes grading papers and she leaves a comment criticizing something someone said and jon's all like...

"are you sure about that?"

"yes.....no. why? am i wrong? )):"

and he doesn't say anything else because he's annoying but he makes like that tch. noise ppl do when they hiss in through their teeth, but all because he wants darling to depend on him only !!! you think your brain is smart? THINK AGAIN! all the answers lie with professor crane alone and he will make darling doubt and doubt and doubt until she relies on him for absolutely everything bc he is insane !!!!

i just realized all of my asks are always so long im so sorry that is all now good day/night cbale 🤍 (gonna call you cbale for calling me rpat)

i felt the same way with in time!! just biding my time through the timberlake scenes so i could see 💕raymond💕

5 hours. im sweating thinking about it ☠️

i was holding off writing for lenny bc i was worried i didn’t know enough about him/didn’t have any bright ideas but in that case if you ever wanna talk about lenny go ahead!! i think i’ll be able to get it. authority figure go brr and so on and so forth.

thanks so much for the rec rpat 💕 will definitely put that on my list. once i watch it we can backstory him. ✨together✨

i’m absolutely open to henry hcs! he was the first lil character i ever wrote something for so he is always welcome

professor crane <3

uni students have better things to do than speculate but whenever their students see them they’re like 👀 oop- they lowkey ship them. especially because jc’s such a stiff in that setting that compared to him darling seems infinitely less awkward. a cute opposites attract moment. students glancing at each other whenever they get close during lectures. nosy nosy.

they totally only hang out with each other, eating lunch/coffee breaks in his office, walking through campus together. they're just.. the duo.

darling sits on his desk/kicks her feet up on it to annoy him and stop him from doing work when she's bored. it's a little irritating but he loves her!

her bringing him his sweet coffee every morning >> extra pump of caramel for our favorite professor

i need ur thoughts rpat would jon's handwriting be neat or messy. either way darling's gonna clown on it whenever she gets a note from him.

what a meanie! a total lonely sadboy. he just wants her by his side always. he'd be such a yan creep pre-dating. a cute t.a. asks darling out and suddenly he's moving across the globe the next day. wild. what a coincidence. he'd sneak around trying to figure out her interests. darling walking into his office and catching him fumbling to turn off his phone because he was listening to her favourite band. just a normal guy listening to normal music he found through normal means.

he's so condescending! an awful man. would make her doubt herself sm, just raise his eyebrows and be like "well... if that's what you think." and turn away, keep her confused and in the dark. he does this until he watches her automatically bite her lip and have her eyebrows furrow while going through papers, just seeming really insecure, and he turns from being derisive to make her doubt herself to being so kind and helpful so darling thinks of him as so so nice. when she starts going "jonnn can you help me check this please :(" he knows he's won. yes. i am the big brain man. toxic.

remember the robert/secretary post-it notes thing <3 i think they'd do it too :,) darling returning stacks of graded papers with a little post-it on top that has their initials in a heart. cheesy. them handing back the papers to the class forgetting to remove the post-it and the student who accidentally got it looking at it like 👁👄👁

don't apologise!! i love your long asks. and aw!! yes i'm christian now. americano psycho. and um... ford v ferrari? vroom vroom. i'm realising i don''t know a lot of his movies

also i realised i said id reblog the stephen chow gif then i didnt. i actually will this time

thank u sm robert ily!! <3 love love doing hcs with u

[theresthesnitch]

(oh hey, something different. Snippet of my February @jilychallenge )

James paced nervously around the tiny room on the delivery floor of St. Mungos. “Are you sure you’re ready for this, Lils?”

Lily grunted as another contraction passed. “This part? Definitely not ready. You know what, not ready for the next part either.”

James stopped and looked at her with a crooked grin. “The baby part?”

Lily nodded. “That part. Definitely not ready for that part.”

“Well, I’ve been ready.” Sirius leaned against the counter in the exam room and popped another Bertie Bott’s Bean in his mouth, his healer’s robes at odds with his demeanor. “How long has that kid been cooking, anyway? A year?”

Lily looked at James. “Alright, it’s time for him to go.” James and Sirius both groaned.

“But you said he could stay until it was time to push?” James whinged.

“What?” Sirius was focused on James. “I thought I got to stay the whole time. Don’t I get to see my godkid get, you know, born?”

“Absolutely not.” Sirius turned his pout toward Lily at her admonishment. “I’m not letting you see up my skirt now just because you got yourself some fancy purple robes.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Sirius mumbled under his breath.

Lily turned on James, and there was something extra fierce about her despite the fact that she didn’t get up from the bed. “James Potter, if you don’t get him out of here, I swear to Merlin that I’ll kick both of you out and make Remus stay with me.”

“And that’s my cue.” Remus pushed up out of his seat, closing the book that he brought with him. “Let’s go, Padfoot. I love you, Lily, but I’m not staying for that.” Remus began pushing Sirius to the door. “We’ll see you after.”

The door closed behind them, but they could still hear Sirius’s aw, come on Moony from down the hall.

James leaned down over the bed and kissed Lily just before another contraction hit. “You know I would have kicked him out, right?”

Lily blew out a slow breath as the pain subsided and smiled weakly at James. “I know, but it was much more fun to mess with Remus that way.”

[binniesthighs]

hi!! i rly liked your first writing it was so cute and you described jisung so well too! can i request a friends to lovers with han? kinda slow burn like they're really good friends but jisung gets jealous of her close friend and reader secretly likes him too but she doesnt wanna ruin the things between them so... one day they get into a fight and they end up making out😳 bc shes like "wtf we're friends" smut is ok but just a make out would be fine too the details r up to u💗

why yes you can! Thank you for requesting hehe you are my first ask ever  ♡ I hope that you like it, here’s some best friend ‘sungie for ya :)   

all yours | reader x jisung |

Paring: self-insert, female reader x han jisung

Genre: fluff ‘n a lil bit of smut & angst  

Tags: student!reader, bestfriend!jisung, lab partner!felix (haha), friends to lovers, mutual pining, best friend au, college au, jealousy, slow-ish burn, mentions of exams, some yelling, reader is secretly whipped for jisung (and jisung for the reader), explicit language, marking, that good good makin’ out

Word count: 2.4k

“Hey!”

The little ball of paper that you had crinkled up bounced off Jisung’s arm with a soft pat.

“What happened to studying together? You said that you were gonna quiz me.”

Jisung’s eyes popped up from his phone screen looking a little bewildered. “Sorry, I just...got a little distracted.

“Distracted? Looking at what?”

“Oh, nothing.” He placed his phone down, clicking it off.

“Is “nothing” code for some girl’s Instagram?” You dished him out a teasing smirk. “I think you forget that I know you better than you know yourself sometimes.”

Jisung shuffled the papers in front of him pretending like he had something to do. “Psh. I was not.”

“--Does she go to school here?”

“I told you, I said no.” He furrowed his brow trying to look as serious as possible, but that was nearly impossible for someone as naturally adorable as him. “Why are you drilling me? Aren’t you supposed to be doing some work right now?”

“~So are you~” You teasingly sang back to him, giving him a kick under the table just for good measure.

Jisung threw your balled up paper ball back to you. “Let’s just get back to what we were doing so we can leave. I don’t wanna end up like him.”

He nodded over to the end of your table where a student had fallen asleep mid-chapter. His nose twitched and he snorted a little bit. You knew exactly what Jisung meant, you didn’t want to be at the library at 11pm on a Tuesday either; it was your better judgement that told you.

“Can we get food after this?” Jisung asked after approximately five minutes of “working.”

“Sounds good to me.” You quipped, barely allowing your eyes to leave your computer screen. You found that you always had to try you best to let him not distract you. He was really good at that.

You slid a stack of index cards in front of him. “Ask me these? I’m having a hard time getting the Latin names down...if you’re not busy?”

“Nope!” He piped, and shoved his notebook away.

“Okay!” He said with determination and a little bounce. He fixed his oversized hoodie before starting, looking adorably lost in the fabric.

He asked you the first question, but it barely met your ears. There you were, getting distracted by him again.

screw you Han Jisung, you thought to yourself.

☆。*。☆。

“I just don’t understand how you make sense of all that crap, I could never be a science major like you are.”

“--And I could never understand production like you do.”

“And this is why we work.” Jisung grinned with smiling eyes while he opened the library door for you. “I’m starving, I can’t stop thinking about--”

“--Y/n??” A voice called from behind the two of you.

The two of you whipped your heads back to see a loveable looking blonde and freckled boy bounding to catch up with you. It was Felix, your lab partner from zoology. The two of you were nothing more than classroom friends, but his friendly kindness was always something that brightened up your terrible 9 am lab.

“Felix!” You beamed, holding the door so it wouldn’t close on him. “Are you here studying for the exam as well?”

“Oh yeah, I just...my brain couldn’t take it any more,” He sarcastically mimed his head pains, “I just need to get some sleep now.”

“I just don’t get how they expect us to know all of those phyla like its nothing.”

“I know right?’ He chuckled.

Next to you, Jisung silently poked at the elevator button to go down.

“Is it alright if I head down with you guys?”

“Of course!” You motioned him in.

Once the doors had closed, the three of you found a different corner of the small box to plant yourselves in.

“shit-sorry, Felix, I didn’t introduce you, this is Jisung.”

“Hi!” Felix shone, and Jisung gave him a curt nod back.

Felix waved to two of you goodbye, leaving you in the nighttime snow. You noticed that as Felix walked away he had a little bounce to his step; and you couldn’t help but crack a little smile.

“Our usual?” Jisung asked you with a little edge to his voice.

You linked your arm around his, letting out a little shrill sound when the fabric of your two coat sleeves met. “Sounds good to me!” You nuzzled up into him while both of your bodies’ heat intermingled.

The two of you walked on under the streetlights which illuminated the falling flakes in streams of light. You never loosened your grip, as had become your habit lately when the two of you walked around. Jisung never seemed to mind; the two of you had been mistaken for a couple more than enough times thanks to it. When it did happen, it didn’t phase you at all. Being close to Jisung was like second nature to you.

The whole walk over Jisung never uttered a word, which was uncharacteristic of his usual boisterous self.

“Is everything okay?”

He sniffled, “Yeah, I think I just got kinda tired out of nowhere.”

“Ah.” You mouthed, and squeezed his arm a little harder.

After a moment’s silence, he somberly announced, “If you’re in the same class as him, maybe you should study with him.”

“Huh.” You tsked. “Yeah, I mean I never thought about that before...I guess that could do me some good.”

You looked slightly up to him: a product of him being slightly taller than you. His brown eyes remained stoic, and you couldn’t figure out why. You hated it when he wouldn’t tell you what was wrong, but he was also stubborn at letting up.

“But thank you for helping me tonight! You know that I reeealy appreciate it.” You turned your tone as cutesy as you could--Jisung hated it, but you knew that it could bring a smile to his face.

His gaze softened a bit. “Anytime. You’d do the same for me.”

☆。*。☆。

Jisung rested his head on your shoulder on the bus ride home with his phone weakly held in his hand. One more bump in the road and you knew that it would go flying so you carefully took it into your own lap where it would be safe. You wouldn’t dare moving an inch because you had a feeling that he had closed his eyes. Time had slipped past 1am, and you had to keep fighting yawns yourself. The bus driver had been blasting the heat, so it wasn’t hard at all for you to feel cozy.

You glanced down at his open hand in his lap. It looked exactly like he was beckoning for you to scoop it up in your own. You wondered what what happen if you did. What would he think of it? Would he think anything of it? You had held hands before, but every time you had it had been under purely platonic pretenses. If you just grabbed it now, what would the pretenses be then? The two of you cozied up on a bus: that was something that couples did.

You shut your eyes closed tightly and tried your best to banish all the thoughts clouding your head.

Jisung’s hand twitched, looking even more inviting.

screw you Han Jisung.

☆。*。☆。

[7:14pm]

jisung: you want to come over? Changbin is cooking and i don’t wanna eat whatever he’s making alone

[7:31pm]

me: sorry, I’m studying with Felix at the library, I think that we are gonna be here late. It’s all the Latin, I’m drowning in the Latin, Sung.

I’m sorry.

see you Friday once I’m out of this hell?

[7:34pm]

jisung: see you friday.

☆。*。☆。

You pounded on the door to Jisung’s apartment with your phone in hand, the white screen showing you the number that you had worked so hard for.

“Open the door!” You called giddily. “Jisung! I know that you’re in here, we need to celebrate! ~I can treat youuu~”

Just as you were about to knock again, the door swung open, revealing a wet haired Jisung in his grey sweats and tee. His brown strands of hair were scattered around his head while he rubbed at them with a towel.

“Shit! Can’t I shower?” He jested.

It took all your will power not to ogle him more. He looked devastatingly handsome, but you swallowed down how utterly flustered he had made you.

You cleared your throat, “Uh...sorry...” then remembered your phone in your hand. “I got a 96! Can you believe it! I’m even surprised too, when I was taking the test I just got so nervous...”

“All that studying paid off huh?” He cockily rose an eyebrow. “You can go ahead and thank me now, without my help...” He shrugged with a grin.

You invited yourself in and threw your bag down at the door like you usually did.

“Thank youuu” You sung. “Oh! And studying with Felix really paid off too.” You took off your shoes, thinking of how nice it had been to finally study with someone who knew your class topics. Not that Jisung wasn’t helpful, but you and Felix were on the same page. “He knew it all way more than I did, so he was super helpful. I forgot to text him--”

Jisung closed the door behind you with a slam that made you jump. He moved away from you, not meeting your eyes. The air around the two of you suddenly became thick with something that did not feel as excited as you just were.

“...do you wanna maybe watch a movie?” You moved closer. “Or we could get some deliv--”

“--Why even bother coming over here?” Jisung suddenly huffed.

“What?”

Jisung’s words flew out of his mouth sharply, “If he was so helpful? What are you doing here, huh?”

“Jisung, I don’t understand...” Your heartbeat quickened in your chest and you felt anxiety swell there as well. Jisung never spoke to you like this. He never sounded like this.

He growled out a little sound in frustration. “I-I just...can’t believe you--”

“--Me? Jisung, what did I do?” You threw your arms up, genuinely confused.

He ran his fingertips over his temples and let out a deep exhale. “Y/n, don’t pretend like you don’t know what you’re doing.”

Your temper started to become seething and you felt your ears get hot. “Tell me Jisung. Tell me what I did. And while you’re at it, what has been up with you these past few days? Being short with me, and distant, yeah-I’ve noticed...what are you doing??”

Jisung heaved breaths in and out of his chest, then ran a hand through his hair. He still couldn’t meet your eyes.

For a moment, a flash of panic surged in your head, making your heart ache with an unexpected pain. You truly didn’t know what he had meant, and if you had made a mistake, you knew it could mean loosing him. God, that was the last thing in the world you wanted. It always was.

“If I did something wrong tell me because clearly I don’t know!!” You yelled back at him, straining your throat.

He walked up to you, then grabbed your shoulders with a firm grip. Finally, you saw his eyes, brown and soft, holding a type of pain that you hadn’t seen in him before.

screw you, Han Jisung.

“Jisung, I--”

You were shoved by the shoulders in milliseconds to the door behind you, the impact nearly knocking the wind out of you. You gasped in your surprise, but your mouth was immediately shut by Jisung ramming his lips into yours. His hands needily took your face into his palms with his mouth blazing with hunger for you.

It took you a moment to realize what had just happened and steady yourself after being so startled. His lips were so soft and warm, your brain had a hard time recognizing that he was really doing this. His haste made no indication of stopping so you let yourself do what you had wanted to do for years: you kissed him back with everything that you had.

As soon as you did so, he let out little desperate moans between your lips in response. You let your arms wrap around his back and he fell into them just right. Naturally you took one of your hands to the back of his head and tangled up your fingers in his hair. God, it all felt so good. Jisung snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you into him with force, crashing your hips together.

The two of you clumsily made your way to the couch where he threw you down and crawled over top of you just as fast. He moved to your neck then traversed around your skin, sending shivers all through your body. Your hands eagerly found his back where you dug into him, wanting to be impossibly close. To your side, he carefully took your hand in his, weaving all of your fingers together.

Jisung pressed down into you and began to suck at your neck without holding himself back. It was such an intense feeling that couldn’t help but moan out something you didn’t know you could. You felt his mouth turn into a grin on your skin while he continued. It stung a little when he removed his lips, but he gently kissed each mark as if he was soothing it once he was done. He stopped to admire the little array of purple bruises he had made.  

“I want you all to myself.”  Jisung’s voice was hoarse, but still honey-covered in desire.

“What are we doing?” You asked him in breathless disbelief.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” He whispered, and appeared to calm his breaths. “I don’t care.”

"You don’t?”

“Why should I?” He cocked his head and used his free hand to caress your face.

“--That this could change things between us?”

“You don’t want it too?” He looked a little confused.

You felt a warmth rush to your cheeks.  “--No! I do, I do...trust me.”

“Then can I kiss you some more?” Jisung grinned down at you as loving as he always had, but this time it meant something slightly different.

“...please.”

He lowered back onto you, connecting your lips once more. Jisung’s tongue languidly smoothed onto yours and you already felt intoxicated by the feeling. You tightened your fingers around his.

I’ve always been yours.