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bonky-n-steeb · 3 years

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𝗯𝗲𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹

𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧! 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙭 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚! 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 || Steve is just about to teach you a lesson, but what happens when he falls in love with you instead?

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 || unprotected sex, murder, manipulation, stalking, obsession, death, dark themes. 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙊𝙍𝙎 𝙋𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙀 𝘿𝙉𝙄!

If you are uncomfortable with any of this, please do not read!

don’t go on the title, it’s pretty dark! I wanted to write a serial killer Steve for so long and I finally did… yayy!

“No… no.. no.. no.. no.” Your heart sank at seeing the person laying dead right in front of your eyes. This couldn’t be true. It had to be a really really bad dream.

Tom lay lifeless in front of you; gone was the lustre in his eyes and that smile on his lips. You wouldn’t ever hear his stupid jokes anymore or the way he always found the clues you missed.

You and Tom were fellow detectives who worked together on majority of the cases. Most importantly, you worked together in solving the crimes done by The Artist.

You had gone from colleagues to best friends soon after you had met. While you were detective serious, he was detective goofy. You also had this stupid pact, that if by your 40s, you both were single, then you would marry each other.

You still remembered how just last night you had slapped his back and wished him good night as you left the precinct. You wished you could at least say a proper goodbye.

“Hey!” You jerked when someone placed a hand on your back. You were so lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice Tony approach you.

“Go home and take some rest. I know this is difficult for you.” Tony was the best boss you could ask for. But you wished you could just go home.

Your passion of catching The Artist was now turned into blind rage. You weren’t going to stop now, no matter the cost.

The Artist was a serial killer who you had been trying to catch for the past four years. In the early stages you were fascinated by his case, but by now you were obsessed.

The name was suiting as it perfectly fit his portfolio. He murdered his victims and turned them into various scenes. Each different than the other and all carried some message.

Seeing Tom wash up along the river banks, you were sure it was the work of The Artist. You could correctly guess his psyche, The Artist thought Tom unworthy of being turned into art.

It was really easy finding out that you and Tom handled the case. And you couldn’t stop the dread that washed over you as you realised; you were next.

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Steve couldn’t stop looking at you. He observed you with the eyes of a hawk as you banged the door close and sank down into the couch with a loud sigh.

You massaged your temple and he couldn’t help but muse how you won’t feel any pain mere moments from now. Groaning you got up and disappeared into your bathroom.

Steve came out of his hiding place once he heard the shower start. He couldn’t help but think how bad of a detective you truly were. You didn’t even realised someone was in your own house.

Steve had waited for four years for you people to drop the case and accept him as superior. But no; you stubborn asses did have a death wish.

He filled a glass of water and added sleeping pills to it. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do with you as of yet. But till then, he needed you to be compliant.

He placed the glass on your bedside table and hid back as he heard the shower stop. You stepped out with wet hair and drank the water thinking you’d yourself placed it earlier.

You didn’t even doubt anything as you felt drowsy. You just thought the sudden tiredness must be due to all the stress and the super hot shower. Without making another sound, you fell back on the bed.

Steve always got euphoric when the prey willingly walked in the trap. You could’ve used your intelligence and have known that you hadn’t place the glass. Yet you didn’t.

Probably the toll of losing your friend was too much, Steve thought with fake sympathy. No worries though, he was going to send you to meet him soon enough.

Before doing anything, he decided to take a look at your house. He had arrived mere moments before you and hadn’t been able to see to his hearts content. He loved nothing more than knowing about his victims.

He searched your bedroom and walked through the kitchen and peeked into the fridge. He looked into your closet and checked the books out on your shelf and went through your achievements.

But then as he opened the door to the spare room, he stopped right in his tracks. The entire room was filled with… him.

There were newspaper clippings related to The Artist clipped on one side of the wall and his case files were strewn across the study table.

But what made him completely change his decision was the small notes you had stuck alongside the photo and each and every victim. He walked closer to read and he was utterly spellbound.

Every time he murdered someone and presented it, he didn’t think anyone would be able to solve the puzzle and reach the message. But you did, every single time.

Steve didn’t just kill anyone. He killed to seek justice for those it was denied. None of his victims, well except Tom, were good people. They all had secrets buried in their backyards.

You had uncovered their secrets as well as the reason why Steve left them in the landscapes suitable for their crimes. You had described each and every one as if you were writing a thesis.

Steve couldn’t stop his eyes from getting musty with tears. There was no one else in this world who appreciated his talent, but you did. You understood him.

Steve was so wrong before, you weren’t a good detective; you were the best. If you hated him, you wouldn’t spend so much effort and dedication on understanding him. No. You loved him.

Steve still remembered his mother’s words: “I know you don’t like most of the people, Steve. But then there are a few lucky ones who get to experience what it is to be loved by you.”

Till now, Steve had only loved his mother. He still remembered how he had spent all his time sitting by her bed at the hospital, praying she would get better.

He was too naive back then to realise god didn’t listen to people like him. But still he wished she would somehow get magically cured. He had been truly shattered when she passed away.

He realised he couldn’t play God; so he decided to play Death.

After that day, he hadn’t felt anyone worthy enough to love. But standing there, he knew he had found the one. Steve Grant Rogers had finally found his soulmate.

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Steve had become your shadow. Even your shadow left you sometimes in the day, but he didn’t. And with every single moment, he fell more and more in love with you.

He had forgotten how good it felt to love someone. When he woke up, his thoughts were filled with you. And when you slept, he looked over you like a guardian Angel.

He had waited for a whole month now since the day he fallen for you. He still got angry at himself to even think of harming you and undermining your abilities.

He knew you were constantly on alert, thinking you were in danger after your friend’s death. And it would’ve been a poor move to approach you before.

No matter what others said. Steve was no psychopath. He was sane, rather painfully so. He knew when to play exactly what move to get what he wanted. And today, he was going to get you.

You cursed the heaven and all the gods as the rain refused to stop anytime soon. Today couldn’t probably be any worse.

Today morning you had been in a mood for a good walk and therefore had walked all the way up to the precinct. But the clouds had rolled in during the afternoon and ruined all your plans of going back.

You lived fairly close by, so you couldn’t even get an Uber. Huffing with frustration, you pulled your coat close and started walking back home.

Today, you decided to take the shortcut. The small alley which interconnected two roads was dark and ominous and you never ventured there. It was usually lonely and you were sure that due to this rain, not a soul would be there today.

But you couldn’t stand the torrential rain anymore and decided to take the alley on your way home. With quick steps you sped your way through the alley. But halfway through it, you heard the echo of footsteps.

You were pretty sure there wasn’t anyone else on the road when you walked in, so then who came here so suddenly and literally out of nowhere?

You slowed down your speed to hear their steps and to your horror, though you could distinctly hear the spattering of water by boots, you knew the person slowed down too.

You recognised the person behind was purposely matching your pattern of footsteps. But even more importantly, your gut was screaming for you to run away.

You were a detective for gods sake, you could do this. It might be just some other person who was passing through the alley. Gut feeling always wasn’t right. Right?

When you stopped, the person stopped too. You clenched your hand and gave yourself a pep talk in record breaking time and finally turned around to see who it was.

The rain was blurring your vision and the only thing you saw was a looming figure a few feet behind you. His face was covered with a hoodie and looking at him made a shiver run down your spine.

Yet you convinced yourself it was just some guy walking behind. But then you noticed the knife in his hand, gleaming in the moonlight. Oh, so this was how you were gonna die? No!

It took you a moment to realise you were screaming your throat out. He started approaching you and without wasting even a fraction of a second, you spun on your heels and ran for your life.

You didn’t look back in the fear of slipping and falling due to the water. You could hear his footsteps and along with it your heartbeat increased ten folds.

You couldn’t die. You had to catch The Artist, it was your destiny and you weren’t going to give up so soon. Finally reaching the end of the alley, you blindly turned to your left and the main road was fairly lit.

You needed to reach a place with people so that he’d finally leave your trail. And it seemed like today wasn’t the day you were gonna die, as just there in front of you was a restaurant bustling with people.

Running straight through the open doors, you skidded to a stop and shut the doors closed. They were made of glass and the street was clearly visible.

You waited with bated breath to see the person chasing you. You waited with your face sticking to the door, until you were sure whoever it was, had gone away.

Sighing and out of breath, you finally turned around only to see everyone staring at you. Then you realised how eccentric your behaviour had been.

You were drenched from head to toe and panting as if you just ran for your life; which you did. But they didn’t know that. You just managed an awkward laugh and straightened your clothes.

Finally spotting an empty table, you went and sat on it. The adrenaline had dried down and now you were just emotionally numb with aching feet.

You were staring blankly at the menu, not able to decide what to order, when the most handsome man you had ever seen walked in. His blond hair was wet and he casually ruffled it, sending water droplets everywhere.

He looked around for a table before catching your eyes. You quickly buried yourself back into the menu, ashamed that you’d been caught ogling him. You almost died of embarrassment when he walked towards you.

“Do you mind if I sit here? The other tables are occupied.” His voice was absolutely chocolate to ears. Looking around, you realised what he said was true.

“Sure.” Your voice cracked halfway through and you hated it. Looking at him, you were suddenly self conscious. You were an absolute mess and there was a literally puddle of rainwater below you.

“Steve.” He introduced himself and extended his hand. You returned the handshake and couldn’t stop yourself from estimating his strength. You gave him your name in return.

You had no idea that you were driving Steve crazy. He felt electricity run up his hand when you shook it. You were disheveled and vulnerable and it made liquid heat run through his veins.

Everything worked out just the way Steve had planned it. You were right where he wanted you to be. You saw him, because he wanted you to see him.

He chased you just enough for you to run into the shelter of the hotel. He had quickly discarded his hoodie and walked in after some time.

“Have I seen you somewhere?” You couldn’t place exactly where you had seen him it he seemed famous. “You might have.” He just playfully shrugged.

“Everything okay?” He asked looking at your condition. You really wanted to crawl into the ground with embarrassment. “Yeah. I’m a detective and just had a little run in. I’m good.”

You lied as you couldn’t exactly tell him a serial killer just chased you. “I’m the artist by the way.” He knew you wouldn’t catch his word play. But that’s when you realised when you had seen him.

“Oh my god! You’re Steven Rogers!” He was an exceptional and phenomenal artist and you were a fan since the day you had seen his work in a magazine.

“Yeah… that’s me.” He smiled shyly and you couldn’t believe you almost hadn’t guessed who he was. He looked pretty in the printed photo, but in reality he looked ethereal.

Steve couldn’t believe there was a time he wanted to kill you. You were just so perfect, he didn’t know what he would do if you were gone. “You want to see my latest art?” He whispered.

You excitedly nodded your head. You weren’t hungry and it would be your honour to see his paintings before anyone else. “Let’s go then.” He offered his hand and you took it.

After driving for around half an hour, he finally stopped at his studio. You patiently waited as he unlocked and entered and you followed him.

Walking inside was like a dream come true, from his halfway through projects to his finished ones, all were displayed around. Each had its own distinction and yet had the trader mark style of Steve.

As you glanced through them, you came across an abstract image of a woman. It was completely painted in crimson red and you didn’t know what exactly it was, whether it was the strokes or if it was the emotion portrayed, but the painting was a masterpiece.

With just one colour, this man had brought a whole woman to life, it felt as if you touched her, she would move. “You liked it?” Steve asked standing right behind you.

“Yes. It’s absolutely magnificent!” You said in awe. “I’m not displaying it though.” You frowned and turned around, “Why?” It was so serene, it would definitely make headlines.

“It’s too close to my heart.” Steve was a little nervous when you first saw the painting. He desperately wanted you to like it, but at the same time he didn’t want you to identify it.

Because it was you. Since the moment he had seen you, his hands had itched to draw you and he was sure satisfied with the result. His fellows had asked him how he managed to make that red colour; he had just downplayed it and blamed luck.

Oh, only if they knew it was blood, he thought grimly. If only anyone in this world knew that the famous and talented artist, Steven Rogers was The Artist.

“Oh.” So this handsome man had someone in his life, you were dejected. He showed you some more of his work before awkwardly pausing in between. He’s gonna throw me out, you thought.

“Would you like to have dinner tomorrow… with me?” He blinked shyly, and you thought his eyes were the most beautiful ones you had ever seen. “Yes!” You didn’t think that one yes would completely change your life.

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𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿

You kicked the door shut and wearily discarded your shoes. You removed your coat and threw your keys on the floor. And you called the name of the man you so desperately needed, “Steve!”

“Here!” Came back his jolly reply from your bedroom. You couldn’t stop the tears of relief that sprung forth upon hearing his voice. Running towards the room, you opened the door to see him sitting on the bed, reading a book.

“Oh, Steve!” You hugged him tight and sobbed on his chest. “Shhh..” Steve held you back and soothingly rubbed your back. His closeness made you even more emotional.

“What happened?” Steve gently asked as he cooed you. He knew exactly what had happened. But well , what could he say, he was a good husband. He pressed a soft kiss to your head, smirking at his victory.

“Steve… I… I quit!” Your cheeks were stained with tears and he couldn’t top thinking how pretty you looked. “Why?” He asked with fake concern. He wanted you to quit your job since the day he met you.

“I… I couldn’t take it anymore. I… I can’t lose you Steve. I can’t!” The tears began anew. Today in the morning you had notified that there was a new case of The Artist.

When you had gone on the crime scene, your heart had stopped beating. That man looked so alike Steve, his hair and his face were terribly similar. But that wasn’t what drove you to quit.

It was a photo of you and Steve tucked neatly in that man’s pocket. You knew exactly what The Artist had wanted to convey: stop searching or the next target would be your husband.

So stop you did. You resigned at that very instant and rushed home to see Steve. All the while you were panicking over his safety. Steve had warned you to let the case be, but you hadn’t listened and look where it landed you.

“I’m sorry for not listening to you.” Steve knew all his dreams were coming true; after all he had worked for it. He had tried convincing you, but you were adamant on not leaving the case no matter what.

So he had to come up with a plan. It took him some time, but he finally found someone who looked like him. Definitely not as handsome, but yeah, he matched fairly enough. And he knew you would give up if he was in danger.

And his plan had worked perfectly. And seeing how much you cared for him made his heart swell with love. You gave up your obsession for him without blinking an eye.

“It’s okay. Were okay.” He reassured you, but you weren’t having any of it. “Steve… I’m such a coward.” You mumbled. You couldn’t help the spiral of your thoughts.

You were anything but a coward, Steve knew that. Your courage and dedication were what he fell in love with in the first place. “Don’t ever say that. I’ve got the bravest wife.”

He pulled your face closer and kissed your nose, eyes, cheeks and forehead. “Don’t ever forget that, sweetheart. I’m so proud of you.” You melted in his hands like butter on a stove.

“Steve… I need you.” You wanted to be as close to him as possible. You wanted everything else in this world to blur into irrelevance. You wanted to only feel Steve and nothing else.

He laid his book, strewn on the bed, on the bedside table and softly laid you on the bed. You stared at the platinum band adorning your ring finger as you held Steve’s face.

“I love you.” And you meant it with every fibre of your being. Steve took your palm and kissed it, “I love you too.” You were the only one made for him and he wasn’t ever going to lose you.

He kisses down the length of your shirt covered hand and started unbuttoning your shirt when he reached your collarbone. With every button opened, a kiss was pressed into your skin by Steve.

Once your shirt was discarded, he pulled up his own shirt and jumped out of his pants. Coming back on top of you, he removed your pants. His hands mad lips were everywhere making you aware of his presence.

He was murmuring sweet words, but you were too out of it to understand anything. You were just focusing on feeling good and safe. Unclasping your bra, he kissed and nibbled your breasts before suckling on a nipple.

His eyes were on you as you tugged on his hair. “You’re so beautiful.” He left the nipple with a parting peck and kissed you again. His hands discarded his boxers and your panties leaving you both naked.

His hand rubbed around your dripping folds and circled your swollen clit. He was about to dip his finger into you when you stopped him. “No, not that. I need you. Now!”

Without wasting anymore time, he lined himself up and entered you in a single smooth thrust. Your toes curled and you moaned in unison as he buried himself in you.

Steady tears were flowing out of your eyes, but they weren’t due to sadness. You were utterly blissed out. Your mouth was parted and Steve felt your soft breaths against his face.

He began with a gentle pace but you whined. “More Steve. I want to feel you.” You were driving him insane as you always did. He kissed your lips, drowning your moans. “Shhh, sweetheart, I’ll take care of you.”

He put his index and middle finger, already wet with your arousal, into your mouth and you obediently sucked them. Clutching the covers beside your head, he increased his thrusts. You gagged on his long fingers but made no move to remove them.

“Fuck! I love you so much.” He grunted out. Seeing you suckle on his fingers, with tears in your eyes while his cock was warm within you made him so happy, he thought he was going to burst with love.

He removed his fingers from your mouth and placed them on your clit as he flicked it. His wet fingers moving with familiar precious made you reach close to the edge of pleasure.

“Don’t leave me. Please! I need you.” You pleaded. This was all Steve wanted. “I’m not leaving you. I’m yours and you’re mine. Forever.”

His hard thrusts and his words made you finally tip over the cliff of pleasure. With a call of his name, you came hard. The orgasm wrecked not only your body but also your mind and soul.

Your quivering walls made Steve cum soon after and he painted your insides with his hot seed. “I love you.” You were still in haze and so was he. “I love you too.”

You drifted off to sleep feeling warm and safe in his arms. Once you were finally asleep and your breathing was calm, a huge smile spread across Steve’s face.

He wasn’t the only one who had changed your life; you had changed him too. Earlier he used to get high on killing people, but in the last few kills he was honestly bored. The only source of his happiness in this world was you.

So this was his final kill. He was so proud of himself, he was a complete enigma to the world. No one was or would ever be able to catch him. His life had come in a perfect circle.

It had all started with you on his trail and it had ended with you in his arms; Steve was the happiest man on this planet.

Now nothing would come in between you two. Not your job, nor his hobby. He was overcome with deep peace knowing now it was just the two of you.

And he knew, if he would kill for you, you would die for him.

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🌹 Sub!SuperM 18+ HC: Riding Their Faces

↳ NOTE. These guys... I swear. Bringing some heat to the dash right here. Enjoy the SuperMadness 👀

word count. 3.7k | bullet points | ot7

WARNINGS. ⚠️ all explicit, cum play, latex, hair & sweat kink, bondage, spit, brat taming, toys, breath play, ass fixation going strong, dominant reader, femdom, degradation, hardcore, veins kink, graphic language, strap-ons, crying kink, clothed sex, some crack

⌜ 💋 byun baekhyun ⌟

▸ strength: energy

not for the faint of heart. baekhyun thoroughly enjoys you giving it to him roughly; it’s the leader being led, how sexy is that

i spy with my femdom eye, baekhyun likes the bossy dommes who bring him to his knees — quite literally.

case in point: hates seeing you hold back. tells you to just bounce on him how you want it. no fumbling around, it’s gotta be hot and proper.

whatever you’re insecure about he hasn’t even noticed. the more confidently you’re taking your designated seat, the better. this shit’s gotta make him all loud and squeaky, baekhyun can’t get enough of your wild and demanding side. “don’t you dare move your hands!” — he’s already hooked.

yep, he’s part of the feral squad. and louder than the bass in jopping for that matter

small as hell face but the jaw is sharp, you can literally feel it, he fits between your legs so well

endless breath. put your pussy all over that nose, grind on it, cum all over him. society will thank you for suffocating a millionaire

like seriously the breath play is off the charts. if he’s into asphyxiation you’d not be surprised

meanwile baek’s naughty hips keep on bucking, like hello there, giving you a cheeky 69 invitation

such a cocky little shit, whiny byun all the way from those ruined orgasms he’ll be getting cuz you might just touch him with two fingers at best, you know how to keep him on his toes

swallows everything he’s like whatever, almost chokes because he’s so messy and greedy to taste you. damn baekhyun

does a “mmhhhnnn...!” sound all the time, this guy has pussy all over his face and is still more vocal than you no matter what you do

eats ass, all day if he can, knows the most shocking techniques, wants to get crushed by booty he’ll end up admitting it. no matter how big or small yours is. because remember, that face is small, everything is big to him

the type to cum on his stomach way before you do. groans a lot, then goes on even more intensely, how the hell did he just leak out five ounces of semen and still manage a whole tongue workout

slobbery and all over the place, those are tongue movements you can’t even think of in your wildest dreams

baekhyun is never content just making you cum once or just really lowkey, much less hearing you being silent. he’s a moodmaker, he naturally wants to hear you, and see you twitch like the world ends for goodness sake

brattiest tongue ever, always pulls out the taunting puppy licks, tries to grope you all the time, he’ll get a rough spanking later believe me

also gets his payback from you being crazy wet, as beautiful and cute his face might be it’s gonna end up damn ruined

not gonna lie his voice acrobatics will turn you into a waterfall that’s coming down on him

you can punish him for teasing by going raw with your hips, mochi is in wonderland, seeing stars. put his wrists in a spreader bar and go off is what i’m saying, YOLO

since baekhyun annoys the members by being so hyper in the evening, they appreciate you knocking him out for sleep. and indeed baekhyun dozes like a baby, probably using your ass as a pillow or something

you’ve drained the shit out of him and um watered the flower that is his face, so

another cupcake down, mission success, baekhyun certainly had his fill not to mention lucky you having to deal with his wildly talented mouth ahem, moral of the story annihilate him with your ass

⌜ 💋 lee taemin ⌟

▸ strength: steaminess

you will come (heh) to discover that none of his lyrics were a lie

yeah he’s busy hot boy shit for his gal

taemin has an all-soft and plush tongue that’s super pinkish. it literally feels so good, how to ever get enough of it holy shit

it also happens to be very long so buckle up, he wants to be deep inside of you, serve and please you

probably the most slow and agile movement in the group, tantalizing is the right word for sure

prefers kissing and sucking over just licking because he’s sappy, good on him and good on you those lips are heaven and need to be used by all means

once you go on the pill, taemin will eat his own creampies straight out of you, maybe even two at once, it’s taemin c’mon he’s above-average horny lord knows how much sperm he’s hoarding

loves drowning it seems

raunchy stuff aside, he always dresses up nicely or wears the fluffy sweaters you like the most on him. what an exclusive ride, the scent of the clothing turns you on even more he’s pulling all the registers taemin is so docile and giggly

most sensual style in the group, will edge and give you goosebumps first before the main course even remotely goes down, taemin thinks in several stages hot damn he calculated this

his face heats up so much it’s crazy, then again kkoongie capitalizes on all the warmth from the radiator so you might as well be taemin’s personal heating alright. it’s fun seeing him sweat like mad, see his neck veins bulge... ugh

is gonna be a provocateur and try to nibble on your folds, man he just wants to get slapped around you can see right through this brat’s rowdy plan

might even want his ass played with while you ride his face so prepare for some intense contortions, fingering, butt plugs, prostate massage, the whole array, gladly taemin is flexible

always pulls it off hands-free because he’s a pro and well yeah he’s always tied up how um totally surprising

and any challenge he will meet that i guarantee you

he has immediately apparent shinee concert stamina, longevity like his career, taemin can lend his face to your purposes for the whole night he doesn’t care if he needs to chuck it in the freezer afterwards

bonus: if taemin doesn’t at some point wear one of his glittery masks for sexy time, somebody is probably impersonating him and it’s not the real lee taemin i’m afraid

so many orgasms you’ll stop counting, one blends into the other, even if you’re not moving much, how does he do it

that being said gee can we just appreciate how beautiful his face is, everything about him, it’s gonna be so sexy and soft to kiss him to sleep oh my god

⌜ 💋 kim jongin ⌟

▸ strength: escalating

just how industrious is he? dammit kai is the rent due or something, this shit is not a comeback stage cool down

jongin is needy as fuck, he’s desperate to taste you especially in the morning when his lips are all plump

since then he’s skipped his skin care routine you do the bulk of the moisturizing you see

jokes aside get ready for whimpery kai thrusting his face right into you because he can, should you need something to hold onto, his thighs are literally right there

constant high-pitched moans, some during quick pauses, others stifled, kai are you okay he’s really going all out

so thirsty

if you don’t put a harness on him for this you’re missing out, also you need something to hold this wild slutty motherfucker in place

rock-hard throughout, harder than a goddamn superm choreography

also: sturdy chin that can take a lot, it’s made to be sat on

does a lot of the work, very active, main dancer vibes you know, you can be lazy and just enjoy

most continuous style in the group, gradually getting more and more passionate and nervous — the second you thought it gets boring he goes off, have fun losing your mind and seeing him basically K.O. himself

if he wants to make you cum, rapid tongue jabs deep into your clit, and his hard breath against it, no fair play in here

absolutely has a thing for your shaking thighs, like what the hell he’s blowing a huge load the more you tremble, and he’s goddamn crying from pleasure every time woah

those big ole lips are an absolute treat, yeah i’ll say it again his face is meant for this

wants to be called all kinds of names wow jongin, it just spurs him more

kai. is. so. good.

you can most definitely film your own POV cam, jongin can put on one hell of a show. just this time it’s not his eyes flirting with the camera, it’s his tongue getting a nice rough treatment oh yum

don’t get me wrong he can deliver a romantic version of this, but kai just likes you being tough on his face he can’t deny it

uses his hands so you can ride him even harder, all his teddy bears will be falling off the bed like dominoes

might one day ascend to heaven while giving head, wouldn’t regret it

can do it until complete exhaustion you guys just pass out

being such an oral workaholic do i sense a masochist streak in him there?

fucking typical capricorn

⌜ 💋 wong yukhei ⌟

▸ strength: appetite

first off yukhei is hilarious

it’s called eating out and that’s exactly what he does duh, he’s not nicknamed foodcas for no reason — the restaurant is open my dear, and he just served himself five courses (you)

gets super sweaty, forehead and down the neck, a 6′0 glazed bun can you imagine

giggles a lot, makes the atmosphere relaxed, loves banter before and after, an allround sweet experience

though beware, this guy is hungry. most prone to open his mouth super wide he wants to eat all of you at once

don’t tell kun how nasty he is, much less leader baekhyun, promise me that

and especially nosy kai should not hear about what sexy shit yukhei is doing in his freetime unless you want to trigger a war

that being said the wayv dorm is still the safest place to sit on his face, so. it’s a lawless land there, nobody gives a fuck anymore at this point. yangyang would not even blink if ten murdered someone in cold blood on the balcony, that’s how the atmosphere there can be best described

lucas being a far more harmless himbo still ironically fits into the environment being so sexually insatiable, just how often are you going to fuck? it’s only natural to lose the overview

he loudly pouts and complains when it ends, wants to go on and on, you need a lotta stamina to get with this guy this is not a warning it’s a fact — yukhei really wants to tire himself out and give everything

if you lower your thighs just a little you can feel his dangly earrings. kinda sexy but also a safety concern i know i know, he’s not gonna wear them next time

noisy as heck, wants to do well, always goes the extra mile to be sure you are all happy and satisfied with today’s dining

his tongue is... big...

we’re not gonna talk about that giant bulge either, such a huge tent in those pants it’s a whole camping ground. anyway

what we’ll talk about. his super soft blonde hair, we’re talking salon quality soft, that’s amazing to feel against your legs, it’s great to pull as well, or to twirl really playfully

though there’s not much playful going down when the initial inhibition drops

he’s not made of glass you can really get those hips going

sliding down his nose when you’re all wet... damn good stuff.

lucas is the kinda guy that has you grunting and gritting he loves your reactions, and how aggressive you can get. usually he’s the reaction king but like this? he can get used to it.

totally into having that kinda frog perspective it’s a whole new thing, he’s such a giant now he’s below you, the sight is just superb to him

less likely to have toys involved, but rather a bunch of rope for his chest, his arms, his long ass legs. yukhei is a bondage insider tip y’all

stable as a block of metal. if you go a little too wild on baekhyun he’s probably gonna break his mochi neck but lucas is a different calibre, this mf is made of giant muscles galore, i can only say one thing: finish him

⌜ 💋 mark lee ⌟

▸ strength: speed

talks a lot, even occasionally curses — instantly apologizing, but you curse right back, so this becomes the cussing olympics at some point, taeyong would bury his face in the ground all his parenting efforts have gone to waste

mark basically chokes himself

he can’t control his spit by all means jesus... in his own words: must be the drip then

next to taemin and baekhyun here we have the third drowning victim, mark is in serious need of multiple tissues or towels afterwards but that’s exactly what he likes

mark’s slutty side is not to be underestimated i’m warning you

that’s a healthy young man right here

loves to do quickies to get you off during daytime, if you’re horny just tell him and he’ll find a quiet spot, might do it on his knees rather than you riding him sometimes for practical reasons

all options open, mark is flexible af. if someone can promote with nct dream and superm at the same time that’s the result

so yeah you’ll experiment with positions and even outfits, what’s the most comfortable to wear?

few people even remotely think about this. mark himself stays in his signature sweater but the glasses come off, you know very well he’s a nerd without them he has nothing to prove lmao!

the clothes will be cozy but don’t let that fool you yet alright

this guy has watched too much porn to just keep it light and cute

don’t get me wrong you can baby him ad nauseam for the more gentle femdom moods

but at the end of the day mark loves some intense shit, he likes feisty girls who aren’t coy and subby, the more perverted you are the better, in fact he enjoys being shocked with brazen attitude and getting orders on what to do.

loves it when you to take it all out on him, rough is good. mark lee’s face is the rodeo range of super m alright, just don’t break his glorious jaw or anything, he still needs it okay

but yeah mark’s face is tempting to ride hard not gonna lie

his tongue can go so fast it’s at the speed of sound, no, the speed of fucking light. mark goes crazy on your clit, wait a few seconds, boom five orgasms rain down on you.

it’s like an anime swordsman just lifting the sword hilt, walking off calmly, and one minute later things are in shambles like how? mark’s sword tech is just epic like that

he’s a leo what did we expect, show-off

in the meantime, RIP to mark lee’s pants. they’ll be soaked with cum, gonna be a bitch to hide your clothes from taeyong who’s always eager to wash everything by himself

that aside, mark really enjoys the position, he doesn’t need much else to be honest, he goes “oh my god oh shit” enough for you to know

thank god he’s a rapper, otherwise his dang technique would be dangerous, he doesn’t breathe for half a minute or so

enjoys you really doing shallow thrusts, super fast and sloppy, loves how much you enjoy it

needless to say: breaks a guinness world record for most licks per second, it’s that mark lee flow

long story short his face is your favorite spot he can prepare for a daily session

all that practice on water melons paid off good job markly

⌜ 💋 ten lee ⌟

▸ strength: allround skill

you know a pro by how he’s offering you a tall glass of water beforehand

and by the way he’s chugging one himself

champion, a keeper

you’re guaranteed to love it, ten is amazing

takes his time, gets to know your every inch, figures out your soft spots in a matter of minutes to seconds

everything for his sexy mama, service sub right here

take him on a leash, grind on his lips, make him kiss your clit, he’ll respond by circling his tongue around obediently

chittaphon might be a little fidgety at the beginning, but the atmosphere is not as tense anymore after doing it two or three times.

ten is actually quite good cracking lighthearted jokes and showing his more extroverted side, he always gets like that with a partner.

you have an easy time with build-up conversations and communicating in general, same with aftercare pillow talk

that being said the degree of professionalism this guy is heading for needs a lot of talk in the first place.

ten likes doing advanced things that aren’t just intuitively understood, you need to exchange yourself a lot

through trial and error you figure out how to incorporate sex toys into the little routine you have going on

the pleasure will be so intense you’ll never want anything else fuck

ten is also down for a lot of moving around, some athletic shit

you’ll go from bouncing on his dick to smothering his face back and forth pretty much, let’s see how fast you’re gonna bust a huge nut like that my bet is five minutes

those like “oh... ah—” moans are just angelic

since he focuses so much on your erogenous zones and always keeps his hands involved, ten is always guaranteed to have you breaking a major sweat

ten does not like to eat any fruits, they say. well that’s true, because he’s too busy eating you that is. boy can basically retire from citizenhood, he’s that busy between your legs.

enough fruit juice for an entire week impending, don’t worry about his nutrients, this is also a form of diet.

uses his chin, his cheeks, the nose especially, the damn nose it’s perfectly shaped

wants you to really ride him hard, and fast, no holds barred at all, going so feral he’ll be squeezing his eyes shut

sometimes his hair gets in the way, it’s just so damn long. the result: hair ties for face-sitting, always on his wrist

among all members, buries his face the deepest, turns him on so much

always makes sure you’re both washed up, no impromptu sessions. ten is a hygiene priest and he’s right

the mattress is kinda bouncy and he always uses his favorite soft pillow under his head so you can definitely take mister ten lee to pound town like work your hips give it to him

in case he survives i send my congrats, you got yourself the right guy, terrific choice queen

⌜ 💋 lee taeyong ⌟

▸ strength: ideas

how much more religiously can he eat you out, he treats this like the best reward he can get

as you can probably tell by now, all the lee surname members are definitely a certain brand and clan of highly distinguished pussy eaters like, these guys are a fucking gang like... well taeyong is no different

reckless abandon oral, eats you like it’s the last day, even death fears lee taeyong when he’s in giving head mode

you might be showering together beforehand and be all shy and kissy like it’s puppy love. but that is all for naught when the tongue of god is unleashed and taeyong gets himself as messed up as he can

yeah i like the thought of god being incarnated as kinky taeyong begging to have his mouth spit and cummed in it just makes sense

very deep mumbles, very hard breathing, those veiny hands on your waist, he wants to make you feel good so bad, fuck he’s so sexy

intense facial expressions, need i say more

also um... he likes to be... threatened. he’s the student you’re the teacher, strict as hell surveying his every move, the more you yell at him the harder he gets, jesus christ he has a thing for you acting mad and shit

taeyong doesn’t even need you to pull off your underwear, he’s gone get through any type of fabric with that leaking mouth

let’s just say he likes to experiment with innovative techniques... anyway, taeyong is a nasty fucking freak, he’s a grade A hoe, you never know what to expect

one time he just licks like a shy doe, the next second slurping explosion 5000

imagine whipping his thighs with a riding crop while sitting right on that ultra gorgeous elven prince face like

taeyong is almost always getting super emotional. he sheds even more tears than kai, like at some point you’ll develop a crying kink because of him SOS

nervous as hell, shaky hands. that can easily be fixed sir let’s tie em up

has you moaning nonstop, he’s so engaged and so dead-on with his movements. don’t be surprised if this damned man has your eyes almost falling out

beware, this guy is into full-on sensual deprivation as well. blindfolds are only the start.

you might end up with a whole lotta black latex involved, who knows, a whole gimp on him he’s down for that, he learned from ten what it is blame chittaphon’s vast kinky knowledge

even better: while you’re grinding on him, taeyong likes you pumping his cock with a fleshlight with zero mercy until he yelps in tiny oops

hell he might ask you to roughly fuck his face with a strap and then ride it, the mister likes double treats huh

then again: wants it to be degrading and dirty and intense on some days, and really wholesome and romantic on others

especially aftercare will be sweet and dulcet, you take care of him, pepper him with kisses for being such a dutiful boy.

looks pretty no matter what. maybe he’s born with it maybe it’s tyongbelline. yeah just how handsome is that face and hair like... t’yongreal paris in full splendor

long story short he’s an oral deity. i rest my case howdy and goodbye see you next time aye

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Burden To Keep - Zemo x Reader ~ Chapter One: Saviour

Five years ago you were kidnapped by a mysterious group lead by a man only known as Critical. Five years of experiments. Five years of torture. And then in a blink of an eye, you're free. Three men, your saviours, asking you one question: where is the serum? But it could never be that easy. You join them as politics and terrorism throw you across the world, the hunters and the hunted. And through it all, there's him.

(starts towards the end of ep. 3, between Madripoor and Riga. will deviate from canon to an extent, but will likely follow the plot of the show loosely. planning for this to be a short series!)

SERIES MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST

The unlikely trio of allies made their way through the compound, dead-set on their purpose. Zemo had informed Bucky and Sam about a supply of super-soldier serum, purchased from the Power Broker six months ago, being kept in this facility. They were on their way to Riga when the information came through, and a quick pit-stop wasn’t an issue if it meant possibly getting evidence that could help them.

For being owned by a client of the Power Broker, the place was poorly defended. Sam came in by the air and drew their fire long enough for Bucky and Zemo to get past the outer wall. Reuniting in the courtyard, they took out the remaining guards and shut down the emergency siren.

Now they followed the path their intel had provided through the strangely unprotected building. They came across a few men with tactical gear and weaponry but dispatched them with ease. Posts seemed abandoned as they got closer to what was marked as a storeroom on their map.

“A lot of security for a storeroom,” Sam had commented when Red Wing brought back the scans. “That’s where it will be,” Zemo assured.

A long corridor marked the final stretch. The security cameras lining it were all thankfully deactivated as Zemo lead the way.

Rounding the final corner there was a lone guard in front of a solid door. Seemingly distracted by his radio, he didn’t notice anything wrong until Bucky’s metal arm was throwing him against the wall, knocking him out cold immediately.

On closer inspection, there was a slat at waist height in the door, and a glass window layered with metal and covered from the inside. With a wrench, Bucky broke the handle, forcing his way into the room.

What they found was not a store. There were no shelves or crates. No serum.

What they did find was a makeshift bedroom. In the corner stood a woman, a bloody shard of glass held in their direction.

The tray of food sliding into the delivery box set into the wall woke you from sleep that morning. The breakfast was the same as it had been every day for the past five years: two slices of buttered toast, a glass of orange juice, and a dish of assorted pills. You downed those first, barely feeling them pass through your throat as the orange juice followed. The toast disappeared quickly – they would get pissed if the tray wasn’t back within ten minutes.

“Another day in paradise.” You sighed to yourself, resting back onto the bed.

A few hours later, the sound of movement outside drew your attention. Drawing the window cover up slightly, you peered out at the guards talking in hushed German. Avengers … fucked … serum … Over your time here you had managed to pick up a surprising amount of the language. One guard left, leaving the other to stand guard at the door to your room.

The Avengers. You may not have followed them closely, but it was impossible to live in the West and not know who the superheroes were. But five years after they had failed, five years after half the world turned to dust, you had no idea what to expect. It’s better than this. That much was true. If they really were Avengers, maybe they were here to rescue you.

You paced your room, unable to hear anything else other than the occasional crackle of the guard's radio. Not knowing what was happening was like having a worm under your skin. Periodically you would check the window, hoping to see something, anything other than the guard.

That didn’t take long. You were peering out just as the group rounded the corner. Suddenly, panic filled you. These men weren’t Avengers. At least not the ones you knew. And if they weren’t Avengers…

You hurried back, almost stumbling on your feet, and grabbed the water glass from the desk just to smash it against the wall. The biggest shard sliced into your skin but you barely felt the pain. Backed into a corner, terrified, you listened as they knocked out the guard and broke the handle.

This was it.

The first man into the room was tall, with dark hair. What was most notable about him though, was the arm made of black and gold metal. He stopped at the sight of you, clearly confused. Behind him stood a slightly shorter man wearing goggles and some kind of armour. They both seemed familiar somehow, but you couldn’t put a name to the faces.

“What the hell is this?” The first man muttered as the other lifted his goggles, revealing warm eyes that narrowed at you. A quiet cough sounded behind them and they moved further into the room to let a third man step in behind them. He was shorter again, but only a little. He narrowed his eyes at you.

“Ah.”

“Who are you?” You brandished the makeshift weapon. You didn’t know these men. You didn’t know if you’d be able to take all three of them. But you weren’t going down without a fight. “Why are you here?”

“Sam Wilson.” The second man stretched out a hand, seemingly trying to calm you. “I’m an Avenger.” That’s how you knew him. The Falcon. You vaguely remembered seeing him in the back of photos, never quite taking centre stage. “That answers the first question.” “We’re looking for a serum that’s supposed to be stored here.” You turned towards the man with the metal arm. “The serum…” You’re mind immediately flickered back six months.

There were only six of you left in the dorm. The prison cell you called home. Weak from exhaustion, the countless tests, the years of suffering, it was easy for them to drag you out one by one. To strap you down to a table and inject burning liquid into your veins. You screamed through the gag as your body was set alight.

“Do you know where it is?” “It’s… it’s gone. I…” Could you really tell them where it was? You didn’t know their intentions. They might kill you. It seemed to register that you were afraid, that you weren’t a threat. The men exchanged a look, a silent conversation passing between them.

“Okay. Look, my name’s Bucky. What’s yours?” He took a step forward, not so much to threaten but to test how you would respond. Your shaking hand lowered, but you didn’t drop the glass. “(Y/N). (Y/N) (Y/LN).” “What do you mean gone? Where did they move it?” “Why should I trust you?” “Look, you’re a prisoner here, right?” Sam spoke up. You nodded. “We can help. We’ve got a jet, can take you anywhere you need to go.” “But only if I help you.” “She could be bluffing. We should leave.” The man in the back said this, shifting on his feet and glancing back over his shoulder. “Shut up Zemo.” The other two snapped in unison.

You couldn’t risk being left here. No matter who these men were, they were far better than those who held you prisoner. “I’m not bluffing. The serum is gone. I’ll tell you more, but your friend is right. We need to go.” The man in question, Zemo, was examining you even more closely now. His stare sent chills through your body. It was as if he was inside your mind, pulling it apart, exposing your secrets. “He’s not our friend,” Sam interjected. “Come on.” He stretched his arm out once more, gesturing for you to join them, and you dropped the glass, skirting around the bed. “We’re getting you out of here.”

You followed without question as they lead you through the building. Despite spending so long here, you had never seen more than brief glimpses of the endless corridors. Out through a hangar, the sunlight blinded you. Five years without the sun. No time to take it in. The four of you exited through the main gate – there was no one left to stop you.

A mile or so out a truck sat waiting. It had been hastily covered in branches, which Sam and Bucky pulled away quickly while Zemo stood at your side. You could feel his eyes watching you.

Once it was clear, Sam sat in the driver’s seat and Bucky stepped gracefully into the truck bed which had benches on either side. A hand on your upper back ushered you forward and you obeyed, taking Bucky’s outstretched hand and letting him help you up. You sat beside him as Zemo joined you. He sat opposite, hands on his knees and gazing past you. The engine started with a rumble and Sam took the vehicle back onto the road. You travelled in silence, the only sound the turn of the tires on the gravel and Bucky’s occasional sighs. You kept your eyes fixed on your hands which fidgeted with the hem of your shirt. This didn’t feel real. What if it was all a dream, or, even worse, a trick? A simulation to see what you’d do, and any moment now your rescuers would reveal themselves and send you back to an even worse hell.

Bucky seemed to catch onto your anxiety, resting his warm hand on your shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze. It helped a little.

Soon enough you were arriving at an airport where a plane sat waiting. You followed the men up the stairs, Zemo and Bucky in front and Sam behind you. What you found was nothing like what you were expecting.

You had imagined a military operation, crates and weaponry, nets against the wall, functionality over everything else.

Instead, you had been shown into a luxurious jet. Spacious, with leather seats and dark wooden tables, a plush carpeted floor against your bare feet.

“Wow.” You couldn’t stop yourself from gasping. “Danke,” Zemo smirked at your reaction. “I am rather proud of it.” “This is yours?” He nodded. You chuckled, almost in disbelief. This was it. You were actually free. Once you were in the air they would never be able to touch you again. “Take a seat, (Y/N).” Sam gestured towards the chairs. “It’ll be a few hours before we get to Riga.” You’d never heard of the place, but it didn’t matter. It was far away from here.

Settling into a seat towards the back of the plane, away from the three men who sat together, you closed your eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

Free.

CHAPTER TWO

#zemo x reader #zemo/reader #tfatws #the falcon and the winter soldier #helmut zemo #bucky barnes #sam wilson #mcu #tfatws x reader #tfatws/reader #falcon #power broker

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mobile masterlist attempt post

Not all reactions/talks/scenarios/imagines and other requests have been added to this post. As the blog is updated, so shall this post.

Reactions Masterlist

Stray Kids Reactions

A girl group has a similar name and the same concepts and songs as them

Topp Dogg Reactions

being trapped in an elevator with their crush (B-Joo, A-Tom, Xero)

their partner asks them to go on an art heist with them (Sangdo, Xero, B-Joo, Hansol)

Their partner brakes their leg on a date before they go on tour (Xero, Sangdo, P-Goon, Nakta and B-Joo)

Astro Reactions

they find out you have a special talent they never knew about

you being insecure about your chubby cheeks

you want to go ballroom dancing with them

seventeen reactions

Their s/o proposing to THEM (S.Coups-Woozi) maknae line to be uploaded

Their s/o can’t get up the morning after

Their s/o has a catlike personality

Their s/o is a little

Ikon Reactions

Falling in love with the new anti-social female member (B.I, Bobby, Jinhwan, Donghyuk)

What kind of Yanderes iKon would be

Someone tries to take advantage of their s/o (Jinhwan, Donghyuk, Bobby, B.I)

ATEEZ reactions

their darling asks them to impregnate them (yeosang)(hongjoong)(seonghwa)(mingi)(jongho)(yunho)(san)(wooyoung) Yandere

types of yanderes (Yeosang)(Seonghwa)(Hongjoong)(Yunho)(San)(Mingi)(Wooyoung)(Jongho) scenario+description

Bts reactions

Their hybrid doesn’t want to wear their leash outside Hybrid

Recieving a handmade gift from their s/o

Monsta X Reactions

their s/o makes them a handmade gift

Hi…I’m new around here, can anyone show me around? Kina

what type of Yandere Monsta X would be *not a reaction*

Got7 reactions

seeing/being shown their child’s self-harm scars/seeing scars

their partner has an asthma attack

catching you dancing to stellar’s vibrato

their partner cant chose a dress for their date

their Idol partner does the gwiyomi song on a variety show

their partner said “yes” to a little boys proposal

a 5 year old asks their partner to marry them

a girl group debuts with the same songs as them

you surprise them while they’re practicing/working

seeing someone they like walking towards them but the person faints

being stuck in an elevator with a foreigner (feat. exo)

their partner brings home a dog and gives it their bed but they don’t tell them

their partner is afraid to travel by plane

being in the middle of an earthquake

waking up in an alleyway and not remembering anything

finding a poisonous snake in their bed

being told they were the heir to the throne of an alien planet

confessing to the person they like but being rejected

recognizing you at a fan meet because you’ve been to so many of them

how they’d want to be comforted

seeing your self-harm scars

you hug another boy but they don’t know it’s your brother

finding out you can play an instrument

secretly watching you sing “Dear Future Husband”

seeing someone with scars and finding out they’re from clumsiness

Nct Reactions

(YANDERE) finding out their s/o cheated on them as a revenge (Taeyong & Yuta) 42

(VAMPIRE) smelling blood that leads them to their soulmate (Jaehyun)(Kun)(RenJun)

(YANDERE) you have been in a relationship before (NCT Dream)

(YANDERE) They found out your taking a birth control pill (Taeyong, Jaehyun, Lucas, Jeno)

(HYBRID) they are wild but get caught and stay in a adoption center until they are adopted

(YANDERE) you’re horny and ask them to impregnate you (Taeil-Jeno)

(TSUNDERE) You tell him that he’s your ideal type (Jaemin only) 33

(YANDERE) you want to meet your family in a different country (Taeil-Ten)

(YANDERE) their s/o caves in to them (dreamies)

(suicide) the boys see that their lover commited suicide (Taeil-WinWin)

finding out that their s/o is infertile (Taeil-YangYang)

(YANDERE) waking up to their darling looking at them and caressing their cheek (OT21)

(YANDERE) their s/o with curly hair isn’t keen on her curly hair and wants to straighten it OT21

(YANDERE) their s/o falls for his fellow member who is also yandere OT21

(YANDERE) When their s/o need a lot of personal space (edition 1)(edition 2)

When his partner helps him during pregnancy (Yuta) (Ten)

(YANDERE) you finally falling in love with them after they had kidnapped you OT21

(YANDERE) (remaining members)(Taeil, Yuta-RenJun) seeing their s/o for the first time (WayV Version)

types of Yandere OT21 (not a reaction)

what yandere nct would want for their birthdays OT21 🌼

how yandere!nct would prefer to be called? OT21 (not a reaction)

What they’d like to call their darling OT21 (not a reaction)

(YANDERE—- Yuta only) s/o selfharms because he hurts their friends

(YANDERE/slightly NSFW- legal line) their s/o wants to dominate

(YANDERE) s/o fakes their death to escape OT21

(YANDERE) Their s/o tries to escape from them 0T21

(Renjun) (Jisung) (Jeno)Finding Santa delivering their presents (Chenle) (Jaemin)

Exo/NCT announcing to their partner that they’re pregnant (Luhan, Baekhyun, Yuta, Ten)

Their band mistaking his twin for them and taking him on stage instead (Taeyong, Jaehyun, Johnny, Mark)

Arguing with their partner over their parents finding about about their relationship (Taeil, Yuta, Taeyong, mark, WinWin)

Meeting their lost lost identical twins (Taeyong, Jaehyun, Johnny, Mark)

Their partner cuddles with a giant teddy bear that helps them sleep (Taeyong, Jaehyun, Ten, WinWin)

(MAFIA) s/o tells them their drink was spiked

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Anime

Haikyuu

yandere kageyama (headcanon)

(scenario) Different Courts (yandere Hinata Shoyo)

(scenario) Bloodied Blazer (yandere Oikawa tooru)

yandere hinata (headcanon)

(reaction) his feelings aren’t returned Yandere Kuroo

yandere Nishinoya (headcanon)

yandere Iwazumi (headcanon)

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Scenarios/imagines/ETC.

(scenario) arranged marriage (Yandere Taeyong)

(ask) How does he not shatter his s/o’s entire skeleton during punishments Yandere Taeyong 🔪

(imagine/scenario) argument (Yandere Kun)

(ask) wouldn’t want to make him angry (Yandere Taeyong)

(ask) s/o with withdrawal symptoms misses dosses, who uses that against them (Yandere NCT)

(ask) How would yandere taeyong act like with a very submissive s/o (Yandere Taeyong)

(ask) what punishments would they give his s/o? (Yandere Taeyong + Yandere Yuta)

(scenario) You Will (monster/yandere Seonghwa)

?Headcannon? jaeyong poly yandere (yandere Jaehyun, Yandere Taeyong) 🍋

(scenario) when the victim wakes up at his place for the first time (Yandere Ten)

(imagine) a boy in a yellow hoodie catches your attention in highschool (TXT Hueningkai) fluff

(ask) What would make him act romantic towards the s/o (Yandere Taeyong)

(ask) Difference between domyan-yandere-subyan WinWin (yandere nct)

Sub!Yandere Taeyong (yandere nct)

(scenario ) you are in a gg and will go solo for the first time and JYP asks for Chan to help you with your songs (Bang Chan) fluff

(scenario) he finds out that his girlfriend is pregnant and about to run away (Mafia Kyungsoo) fluff+angst

(ask) what if their darling suddenly get pregnant one day (yandere nct)

(ask) How would he act around his lover (yandere wonho)

(ask) kind kind of yandere is he (yandere Shownu)

(imagine) Luhan as a yandere’s victim (victim Luhan)

(fanfic) My Strong Rebel (Yesang x Seonghwa)

(imagine) making small cookies saying “ go out with me”, but you eat them without looking baker!doyoung

(ask) I better stay home with taeyongie, right? (Yandere Taeyong)

(scenario) taeyong regretting kidnapping his s/o and apologizing (Yandere-ish)

Love Never-ending (NCT member (unrevealed) x Reader)

Journey to retrieve the Akarnek: Intro (Kris) discontinued

(scenario) Stress In The Night (Chanyeol x Reader)

(scenario) The Beast within the Dark Forest (Minhyuk x Reader)

(scenario) A Run for Forbidden Love (Baekhyun (wang Eun) x Reader)

(scenario) Suho is in Baby Space and only the reader can calm them down (Baby Space/ Little Space)

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Most to least

WayV MTL to date a fan

Nct mtl to accept and stay with a significant other who doesn’t want any kids

Monsta X MTL to kidnap their crush Yandere

Wayv mtl to date someone whose height is 4’11

TXT mtl to date a girl who is into wrestling

WAYV Mtl to date someone as short as 155cm

Yandere!Monsta X MTL to not allow their to visit their own family (Yandere)

WayV mtl to date a 2001 liner

NCT Yandere if their s/o managed to escape, who’d enjoy the thrill of the chase (yandere)

TXT mtl to date someone who is insecure but is working hard to be more confident

NCT MTL where each member place on the sadistic spectrum (yandere version)

TXT mtl date a tsundere

Monsta X mtl happy to have a s/o who likes to sit on his lap

NCT Mtl get a choker/collar to their s/o (yandere)

NCT Yandere MTL to don’t like a dirt mouth as s/o (yandere)

NCT mtL to enjoy having a bratty s/o (Yandere)

Ikon MLT to Take you with them everywhere instead of keeping you locked in their house (Yandere)

NCT Yandere (wayv, 127 and U) mtl to give a sexual punishment (Yandere)

NCT Yandere MtL to love their darling to have childish personality (Yandere)

NCT MtL to have a loud/playful partner

EXO MtL to liking their s/o having a daddy kink

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Snaps/Texts

(text) their sibling wanting them to be picked up after a date gone wrong (Doyoung, Taeyong, Johnny, Yuta, and Lucas) older brother

(text) when you ask them for money (Taeil, Johnny, Taeyong, Yuta, Mark) older brother

(text?) how everyday тeхтѕ are wιтн vernon (Seventeen)

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drama series requests

The Untamed

They see their hybrid is injured/attacked and want to heal them

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Love by Chance

Love Over Pain (scenario)

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moodboards

wooyoung blue (water) GIF moodboard

Date in the City w/ Suga GIF moodboard

Boyfriend Xero GIF moodboard

ToppDogg Forever GIF moodboard

Happy Birthday Yano GIF moodboard

“Sweets” Xero GIF moodboard

“he smells of gingerbread” (Bjoo) GIF moodboard

White Winter w/ Bjoo GIF moodboard

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MafiaTalks

18 I don’t know u at all and I’m not sure I can be with you anymore Mafia Taeyong

17 it’s been what 3 weeks?? I’m tired, I can’t do this anymore Mafia Mark & Haechan (NCT) 🌹

16 we should go on a trip, a trip to a isolated beach would be really good to us Mafia Doyoung (NCT)

15 Yuta, STOP! We can’t keep meting like this, I have a fiancé! Mafia Yuta (NCT)

14 I really think fighting the guys chasing us Is safer than riding a motorcycle with you Mafia Mark (NCT)

13 I’m not changing Jae! This dress isn’t too sexy, don’t you wanna show off a beauty like me? Mafia Jaehyun (NCT)

12 Why won’t you let me join your gang? Mafia Lucas (NCT)

11 I’m sorry for been a brat with you earlier…what if you leave just one man to watch me? Mafia Doyoung (NCT)

10. okay you’ve caught me but how can I even escape here.. It’s like a maze. Mafia Mark & Haechan (NCT) 🌹

9. YUTA LET ME OUT! Mafia Yuta (NCT)

8. since this is a arranged marriage, I don’t expect you loving me Mafia Johnny (NCT)

7. are you seriously trying to convince me the you are a professional hit man? Mafia Jaehyun (NCT)

6. aren’t you excited?! This is our first mission as officially mafia members! Mafia Lucas (NCT)

5. I know nothing about my father’s business please let me go! Mafia Mark & Haechan (NCT) 🌹

4. tell your men to stop following me every damn place I go! Mafia Doyoung (NCT)

3. Care to explain me WHY THE HELL THESE MEN ARE CHASING US?! Mafia Johnny (NCT)

2. what exactly makes you want to involve yourself with this mess?! Mafia Jaehyun (NCT)

1. Are you the one assigned to train me? Mafia Mark (NCT)

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VampireTalks

I don’t want you to suck my blood or anything just so I can stay with you “forever” Vampire Taeyong (NCT)💐

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YandereTalks

YandereTalks 1-80 (79 NCT, 1 Monsta X)

80 Why are you still keeping me here? Yandere Kun (NCT) 🐝

79 I’m going to a friend’s party, you wanna come? Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🥓

78 seriously? yuta is taken too… haechan…? Yandere Haechan (NCT) 🌼

77 Why are you hanging out with other girls when you have me right here? Yandere Jisung (NCT) 🌸

76 no one talks to yandere yuta… maybe I should… Yandere Yuta (NCT) 🌼

75 Its a been a year since we started dating dont you think it’s ok if you let me go for a walk? Yandere Yuta (NCT) 😎

74 I made some cookies for you while you were gone Yandere YangYang (NCT) 🤯

73 you’re so cute, I love you so much Yandere Jisung (NCT) 🍡

72 they came over when you were gone, but I didn’t know they would come Yandere Taeyong (NCT)

71 I’m sorry for making you mad, just please talk to me!! Yandere Jisung (NCT) 🌸

70 With all these punishments, I’m feeling useless Yandere Taeyong (NCT)

69 don’t put me in the basement, it’s dark and scary down there!!! Yandere Mark (NCT)

68 I’m really mad at you… Yandere Kun (NCT)

67 i don’t want to lose you just because of my sexuality…. Yandere WinWin (NCT)

66 wonder if I need to go to doctor to check if I’m pregnant Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🌼

65 mark told me he likes me! What should I do? Yandere Mark (NCT) 🐾

64 can we go shopping I need some stuff like panties Yandere Ten (NCT)

63 you don’t satisfy my needs sexually Yandere Ten (NCT)

62 Everytime your partner is jealous over nothing it leads to “jealous sex” which disgusts me Yandere Taeyong (NCT)

61 Would you mind walking me home tonight? Yandere RenJun (NCT) 🔮

60 I want to leave this fucking house please! Yandere Jaehyun (NCT) 😪

59 can we cuddle? I’m so tired Yandere Jaemin (NCT)

58 I’ll sit in the corner til you understand what a cute ball of sunshine you lost Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🌼

57 why do you keep following me everywhere?! leave me alone! Yandere Mark (NCT) 🍉

56 there is a guy spying on me Yandere Chenle (NCT) ♠️

55 I love kisses and cuddles with youuuuuu Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🌼

54 Where would you want to touch me if you were free? Yandere Jungwoo (NCT) ~wings

53 I’m scared here in the dark locked up Yandere Taeil (NCT)

52 I’ll try and hang out with you more often Yandere Jisung (NCT) 🌸

51 I’m sorry that I’ll never live up to your expectations of me Yandere RenJun (NCT)

50 would you mind having threeway with us and another woman? Yandere Ten (NCT)

49 what would you do if your family didn’t approve your s/o? Yandere Ten (NCT)

48 could you pretty please go with me to take my dog to the park? Yandere Yuta (NCT) ✨

47 I’m an independent person and you are not my dad Yandere Jaemin (NCT) ☘

46 can i pretty please meet up with my friends? I really miss them Yandere Haechan (NCT)

45 I’m cold *shivers* Would you mind if I borrowed your sweater? Yandere Jeno (NCT)

44 can I go out with some of my friends please? It’s 1 of their birthdays Yandere Taeyong (NCT)

43 I’ve been pregnant without telling you for 3 months Yandere Taeyong (NCT)

42 I’m pregnant with your baby Yandere Taeyong (NCT)

41 i love girls.. i hope that doesn’t change anything Yandere WinWin (NCT)

40 I’m sorry for trying to run away Yandere Jaemin (NCT) 🐏

39 can I spend the night with you please? Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🌙

38 I can’t tell if I want you to watch movies & cuddle me or pin me against the wall & kiss Yandere Jaehyun (NCT)

37 I can’t accept your confession Yandere Jaemin (NCT)

36 kisses are enough reward though I’d also like some cuddles Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🌼

35 Can I go to the mall with my guy friends? Yandere Jisung (NCT) 🌸

34 I’m yours and you’re mine right? Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🌼

33 I’ll be visiting my family in Europe Yandere WinWin (NCT) 🐰

32 I think I fell for you Yandere Jaemin (NCT)

31 I won’t take the handcuffs off Yandere Jungwoo (NCT) ~wings

30 I got A on my last exam and I’m straight A student now Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🌼

29 am I allowed out to buy ingredients to cook for you? Yandere Ten (NCT) 🐺

28 can I go to the gym with my friends? Yandere Jisung (NCT) 🌸

27 can I sit on your lap? I’ve been good Yandere ten (NCT)

26 I have exam time right now…Any idea how to relieve some stress? Yandere Johnny (NCT) 🥀

25 don’t touch me or come near me.. I’m getting sick Yandere Jaemin (NCT) anon♡

24 Would you let me violate your body? Yandere Ten (NCT)

23 I saw you with some girl yesterday. why you love hurting me? Yandere Taeyong (NCT)

22 can y-you please let me out… I’ve been in here for the last 4 days Yandere Mark (NCT) ⚡

21 a girl likes you…it makes me jealous because you’re supposed to be m i n e Yandere Jaemin (NCT)

20 I didn’t mean to stare… You really are an incredible dancer Yandere Ten (NCT)

19 Don’t worry, You’ll like what I’ll do to you Yandere Jungwoo (NCT) ~wings

1 You can smash my phone anytime Yandere Jaemin (NCT)

2 Can I go out with friends? Yandere Taeyong (NCT)

3 … I love you… Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🌼 need to find and relink

4 I did nothing wrong, I’m just shy Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🌼

5 kiss and cuddles Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🌼

6 What if you fall out of love Yandere Jaemin (NCT)

7 Can you hold me Yandere Lucas (NCT)

8 Can I start a garden Yandere Jeno (NCT)

9 You deserve your punishment Yandere Jungwoo (NCT) ~Wings

10 I’m sorry Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🌼

11 Yuta… I’m in love with someone else Yandere Yuta (NCT) 🐰

12 My guy friend told me to leave you Yandere Ten (NCT)

13 why must you act as if I’m so much younger than you Yandere Jisung (NCT)

14 What if Yandere Jaemin wants to share me Yandere Haechan (NCT)

15 wouldn’t it be bothersome if I get pregnant and give birth? Yandere Jaehyun (NCT)

16 I know you want to sleep but I’ve prepared your favorite breakfast Yandere Hyungwon (Monsta X)

17 Can we talk? Yandere Jaemin (NCT) 🐏

18 it’s ok to treat me like a baby sometimes Yandere Jisung (NCT) 🌸

YandereTalks 81-161 (79 NCT, 1 Monsta X)

80 somehow enjoying anything without you feels wrong Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🌼

79 I will not give in to you! Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🤡

78 Oh no, he’s gonna be so mad! Yandere Jisung (NCT) 🌸

77 Can we watch memes? Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🥓

76 if you really do love me then why do you leave to see other girls? Yandere Taeyong (NCT)

75 Would you take me to a movie theater? Yandere Kun (NCT) 🐝

74 you can literally have anyone in the world, why specifically me? Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🤡

73 I love my work and if you can’t accept it, I will break up with you Yandere Taeyong (NCT)

72 I just stumbled and accidentally hit the kitchen counter when I went to the kitchen Yandere Johnny (NCT) 🐻

71 Would you maybe, perhaps, like to go out sometime..? Yandere Yuta (NCT)

70 i wanna do things to u + with u Yandere Yuta (NCT) 🧸

69 I’m not bad at pick-up lines Yandere Johnny (NCT) 🥓

68 that long hair in Wakey Wakey looks so good on you! Yandere Johnny (NCT)🥓

67 If you wanted to walk with me you should just asked Yandere XiaoJun (NCT)🦇

66 I have plans tonight Yandere XiaoJun (NCT)

65 Let’s talk later when we’re both calmer Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🔪

64 I wanted to ask you what you actually meant with keeping me innocent Yandere Jaehyun (NCT)

63 Yandere Chenle, but you’re allowed to call me Birdie Yandere Chenle (NCT) 🌸

62 I just want to be able to hug and cuddle you more Yandere Mark (NCT) ☂️

61 can we please sit on the roof or on the balcony when it gets dark? Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🌼

60 I think we need to end this, this relationship Yandere Wonho (Monsta X)

59 You are the yee to my haw Yandere Johnny (NCT) 🥓

58 people might find you intimidating but i’m more intrigued by you than anything else Yandere Johnny (NCT) 💌

57 your love for me is not stupid, cutie, i’m touched that you love me. Yandere WinWin (NCT)

56 why you are allowed to fuck other girls? If you don’t stop, I will go and do the same Yandere Taeyong (NCT)

55 can you please be more gentle with me…? I have lots of bruises and they hurt Yandere Mark (NCT)

54 I just watched a horror movie and now I’m scared Yandere Taeyong (NCT)

53 why did some girl stop me on my way to class to tell me she’s your soulmate? Yandere Lucas (NCT)

52 I come here a lot inbetween classes. Is your school around here too? Yandere RenJun (NCT) -Mayleigh

51 it would be fine for me to just have one night stand or quick fuck with someone, right? Yandere Taeyong (NCT)

50 are you leaving…? to some girl again…? will you at least come home tonight…? Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🌼

49 i’ve been so lonely lately. nobody’s talking to me, but i only need you right? Yandere Jaehyun (NCT)

48 no one is talking to you why is that? Yandere Lucas (NCT) 🌙

47 I can defend myself. I’m not that weak Yandere Taeyong (NCT)

46 my brother said that you are a bad influence for me so I can’t spend my time with you anymore Yandere Kun (NCT)

45 Do you want to maybe.. be mine for tonight? I could have lots of fun with you Yandere Jungwoo (NCT) -3am

44 Uhhh.. hey babe… do you need something?? …………?Victim Jeno? (NCT) 🍡

43 you are the reason i’m still hanging on. i love you Yandere Kun (NCT) ✈️

42 Why do you keep me locked inside the house while you go out? Yandere Hendery (NCT) 🤡

41 I will do what you ask, it is anything in particular you would want from me? Yandere Kun (NCT) 🐝

40 i wanted to tell you that i think you’re stunning Yandere Yuta (NCT) 💸

39 I can contact my friends so they can come and help me clean, but I’ll need my phone back Yandere Kun (NCT) 🐝

38 we can cuddle and play video games Yandere Jisung (NCT) 🌸

37 Jisungie-ah~ you’re so cute~ do you want noona to eat ice cream with me? Yandere Jisung (NCT) 🥓

36 I’m so sorry, taeyong… you’re love of my life too Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🌼

35 please let me go outside, I’ll do anything you want please Yandere Jaehyun (NCT) 😪

34 w-what are you gonna do to me? Yandere Taeyong (NCT)

33 Call you Mr. Cool? I can do that Yandere Chenle (NCT) 🌸

32 there’s no point in trying to hide when I can literally see you standing behind that tree Yandere XiaoJun (NCT) 🦇

31 How am I supposed to tutor you if you just stare off into space? Yandere XiaoJun (NCT)

30 you seemed lonely so I wanted to talk to you, but um… Why is everyone ignoring you? Yandere XiaoJun (NCT) 🐌

29 I’d show you affection much more if you weren’t so distant Yandere Mark (NCT) ☂️

28 I would rather become infertile than bear your child Yandere Taeyong (NCT)

27 I’m sorry I acted up like that.. It’s just that I need to get out of here Yandere Kun (NCT) 🦄

26 Sorry I drugged your drink last night, but it was for your own good Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🔪

25 I’ll endure any punishment you give me, just d-don’t leave me Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🌼

24 If you don’t let me go, I will find the way to escape and then I will go to police Yandere Taeyong (NCT)

23 It’s my parents soon and I was wondering if I could go see them? Yandere Johnny (NCT) 👼

22 my grandmother is the only relative i have… until she gets better, let me look after her Yandere Taeyong (NCT)

21 I’m leaving, and I’m calling the cops on you if you ever come closer to me Yandere Taeyong (NCT)

20 I’m scared that your going to leave me will you ever leave me? Yandere Ten (NCT)

19 I don’t know why but lately I’ve been craving you so bad Yandere Yuta (NCT)

18 If you don’t want to take me shopping, I’ll just ask someone else to do it Yandere WinWin (NCT)

17 i don’t really want a soulmate… love is just stupid…. Yandere WinWin (NCT)

16 i’ve noticed that not many people come to talk to you, so i’ll keep you company Yandere Johnny (NCT) 💌

15 let’s study together! I have this assignment and none of my friends are available Yandere Taeyong (NCT)

14 Can i please have female lover or sex partner aside from you Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🤤

13 if you’re so Dom, what’s the reason behind the song Whiplash Yandere Taeyong (NCT)

12 I can beat these perverts’ useless ass in a second Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🥓

11 I think I’m ready to sleep in bed with you Yandere Ten (NCT) 🐺

10 I’ve noticed that you come this cafe a lot too. Yandere RenJun (NCT)-Mayleigh

9 *lowkey wants to get many hickeys from yandere!taeyong* Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🌼

8 If you can say the right words and beg the right way, I’ll let you out Yandere Jungwoo (NCT) ~wings

7 I’ll die starving and you will lose your favourite darling! Yandere Jaehyun (NCT) 🌼

6 Jaehyun, baby, daddy please I just wanna go outside please! Yandere Jaehyun (NCT) 😪

5 I get so scared whenever I have to go home this late Yandere RenJun (NCT) 🔮

4 please let me out of the house! It’s been 2 months! Yandere Taeyong (NCT)

3 he is just a friend! Why can’t I see him? Yandere Taeyong (NCT)

2 I thought you would understand Yandere Mark (NCT) 🐾

1 taeyong-ah! can I talk to haechan-ie a bit? he seems nice and wouldn’t hurt me… Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🌼

YandereTalks 162-242 (66 nct/wayv, 5 mx, 4 skz, 3 ikon, 1 ateez,1 exo)

80 I was hiding in a parking lot after escaping from his house Yandere Yuta (NCT)

79 I didn’t know how much longer I can go on with this punishment Yandere Mark (NCT)🍓

78 I really really like you Yandere Jisung (NCT)🚀

77 I’m so tired of sitting inside you can hold my hand while we go outside Yandere Kun (NCT)🐧

76 *looks at the stanger* would you like to keep my number sir? Yandere Jeno (NCT)

75 I missed the train, I don’t know what to do Yandere Seonghwa (ATEEZ)

74 I can give you my number and tutor you if you want Yandere Jeno (NCT) 🦑

73 I haven’t eaten today… I’m so hungry Yandere Jisung (NCT)🌸

72 you’re obviously not in charge anymore Yandere Taeyong (NCT)🔪

71 please.. Don’t raise my punishment.15 is too much already Yandere Johnny (NCT)🐻

70 You ruined my friends birthday party Yandere Minhyuk (Monsta X)

69 Their study buddy talks with a friend Yandere Yuta & Yandere WinWin (NCT/WayV)🤠

68 wont hesitate to punch you if i need to. So just fucking let me go! Yandere Jisung (SKZ) ♠️

67 please not handcuffs or b-b-blindfold… I don’t wanna be alone Yandere Jisung (NCT) 🌸

66 I cant believe you think I should be ok with you cheating on me! Yandere Yuta (NCT)

65 Can I go visit my friends? It’s my birthday Yandere WinWin (NCT/WayV)

64 I’m home alone and I’m terrified of the dark Yandere Haechan (NCT)🎤

63 what do you want for your birthday? Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🍦

62 i’ve heard rumors speculating that you’ve been sleeping around with other women Yandere Taeyong (NCT)

61 you make me want to do things to you. Would you like that? SUB!Yandere Taeyong (NCT)

60 I know I’m not allowed to go outside but can I please? I miss my friends! Yandere Taeyong (NCT)

59 I tried to untie myself but the ropes were too strong. “Hello?!” I yelled Yandere WooJin (Stray Kids)

58 please! mark me more, go out with me, please, something… I’m yours only Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🌼

57 One of my friends told me that you threatened him yesterday Yandere Wonho (Monsta X)

56 pleaseee you never let me outside.. just for once and it’s only in the garden Yandere Kun (NCT) 🐧

55 We can always order if you want Yandere YangYang (NCT) 🥓

54 relationships like.. with love and all.. that doesn’t interest me Yandere Chenle (NCT) 🥓

53 I never wanted to make you jealous. I just wanted to surprise you Yandere Chanyeol (EXO) 🐃

52 this possessive attitude has to stop! Yandere XiaoJun (NCT) 🎼

51 Taeyong wishes he could be like yuta!!!!!! Yandere Yuta (NCT) 🧸

50 when will you show me to your family? i showed you to mine Yandere Taeyong (NCT)

49 cutie you are as cute as I am. You can’t deny that SUB!Yandere Taeyong (NCT)

48 What would I have to do to get your love and affection back? Yandere Jaemin (NCT)

47 I’m leaving. I already got a restraining order, so leave me alone Yandere Ten (NCT)

46 You look so hot when you glare at others Yandere Ju-ne (IKON)

45 I’m older than you. It’ll do you well if you found a girl your age Yandere Mark (NCT)

44 I got A on my last exam and I’m straight A student now! Yandere Taeyong (NCT)🌼 old post that was never linked

43 Last night was a mistake. We shouldn’t have– I think we shouldn’t see each other anymore Yandere WinWin (NCT)

42 Hello, how was your today strange man? Yandere WooJin (Stray Kids)

41 GET OFF ME, TAEYONG! when will you accept that I don’t like you! Stay away from me! Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🌠

40 you can’t kiss me,I don’t want you to get flu Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🌼

39 I dont really like you in that way. But we can still be friends Yandere Jisung (Stray Kids) ♠️

38 I’m really sorry that I lied. But please, don’t punish me again Yandere Johnny (NCT) 🐻

37 if you want me to stop being mad at you you’ll get on your knees and beg for it SUB!Yandere Taeyong (NCT)

36 I broke up with you already two years ago, leave me alone! Yandere Kihyun (Monsta X)

35 can I kiss you… and would you please give me my colar back? Yandere Hyungwon (Monsta X)

34 what kind of p-punishment is it this time? Yandere Jisung (NCT) 🌸

33 I could overpower them, I guess that’s why they need chains and mind games Yandere Taeyong (NCT)

32 it’s really uncomfortable for me to wear collar at all times, could you please remove it Yandere Ten (NCT) 🤤

31 I have a fear of any physical contact from male i just want some space for myself Yandere Ten (NCT)

30 ya don’t have to act all aggressive for me to see you as my protector Yandere Lucas (NCT) 🦑

29 yandere!yuta is so rude to my master! he isn’t such a man whore Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🌼

28 Not only did you ruin dinner but you made my friend uncomfortable! Yandere XiaoJun (NCT) 🎼

27 I’m gonna go out w/ my friends its one of my best friends bachelorette party SUB!Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 👒

26 you are gonna leave me with no water? Yandere Doyoung (NCT) 🔫

25 I’m sorry for being a brat earlier.. I’ll do anything to make up for it Yandere Mark (NCT) 🍓

24 Okay I’m not gonna cook but.. why would I try to kill you? Yandere YangYang (NCT) 🥓

23 get it you want to show me of as yours but are all those hickeys really necessary? Yandere DK (IKON)

22 You never seem to respond to my texts or calls anymore… Do you not like me anymore? Yandere Jaemin (NCT)

21 you’re so cute begging for my attention, what a cutie SUB!yandere Taeyong (NCT)

20 thank you for making me a better person Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🌼

19 Oh well my parents are calling me so I..uhhh…I gotta go but maybe I’ll see you later Yandere Haechan (NCT) 🌑

18 you don’t sleep with other girls like taeyong, right? Yandere Yuta (NCT) 🧸

17 I know what I did was bad, and I wasn’t thinking because I was mad Yandere Jisung (NCT) 🌸

16 I didn’t mean to make you worry… The bruise is not that bad. Yandere Johnny (NCT) 🐻

15 I-im sorry Kun, I shouldn’t have kissed you, if you want to punish me I will understand Yandere Kun (NCT) 🐝

14 what if in the end, I don’t fall in love for you? Yandere Lucas (NCT)

13 I’m not your fucking slave! I want to leave!… I’m leaving! Yandere Yuta (NCT)

12 I’m scared of the storm, could you talk to me about something the you love to distract me Yandere Taeyong (NCT)

11 I willingly left my family and friends for you and you’re not sure about my feelings? Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🌼

10 what the fuck is this is room Wonho?! Yandere Wonho (Monsta X)

9 I don’t know why you forced me to move in! I have my own house Yandere Bobby (IKON) 🐃

8 if you are actually dating that girl, I’m fine with backing off Yandere Lucas (NCT)🦑

7 I don’t want to have kids Yandere Yuta (NCT)

6 A friend of mine came into town and we are going to have dinner together Yandere XiaoJun (NCT) 🎼

5 can you please just let go of me so I can take a bath without you? Yandere Jungwoo (NCT)

4 I think you completely broke me Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🌼

3 I’m so sorry babe, but I broke your phone dropping in the water Yandere Doyoung (NCT) 🔫

2 would you let me cook for you tonight? Yandere YangYang (NCT) 🥓

1 where have all of your friends gone?… Are we alone? Yandere Haechan (NCT)

YandereTalks 243-323 (……………….)

12 I’ll have to punish you for looking at me like that Yandere Taeyong (NCT)🔪

11 what’s that room on the 2nd floor?and why did I hear voices coming from the basement Yandere Kun (NCT/WayV)🐧

10 I know that you’re mad at me at failing my exam Yandere Kun (NCT/WayV)🦚

9 get OFF ME! You can’t throw me and NOT expect me to get hurt Yandere WinWin (NCT/WayV)🦑🔮

8 could you hook me up with RenJun Yandere haechan (NCT)💞

7 HELP ANYONE PLEASE, Haechan why are you doing this WHY Yandere Haechan (NCT)🌑

6 Talking to a friend, forgetting about studying Yandere Yuta & Yandere WinWin (NCT/WayV)🤠

5 We can study at mine, it’s not to far from here anyways Yandere Jeno (NCT)🦑

4 I’ll take the punishment like a good s/o Yandere Jisung (NCT)🌸

3 I-I promise I didn’t go anywhere Yandere Kino (Pentagon) 😼

2 choose something for yourseeeelf, it’s yoooour birthday, not miiiine Yandere Taeyong (NCT)🌼

1 Do you like shrimp or steak more? I am making you dinner Yandere Jay (IKON)

#masterlist #mobile masterlist #masterlist attempt

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leave everything behind but me- part 4 (diane sherman x reader) (NSFW moment)

warnings: same as before, stalking (like full on irl stalking as well as online), drugging, some talk of emotional/physical abuse in this one, death mention. this whole fic is just kinda dark... sorry. Also brief nsfw moment.

summary: this part is from Diane’s perspective. as she looks for her neurotoxin ingredients in a panic, she reflects on how she came into contact with you in the first place, and all the highs and lows of your relationship up to this point.

where the hell are they? thought Diane, looking for the last, most important ingredient in her neurotoxin.

She couldn’t believe it had come to this again. Just like with Chloe.

Diane wondered where Chloe was, what she was doing. About five years ago, with an excellent defense lawyer, she managed to get out of jail for what she had done. She looked far and wide for her stolen daughter, who seemed to be nowhere to be found. She still worried about what became of Chloe, but knew she was probably doing alright. And one day, Diane found a new obsession by the name of (y/n).

It was nearly two years ago now. Diane was beginning to give up on finding Chloe, after three full years of searching anywhere and everywhere with no luck. But she did find something else.

She was staying at a hotel in California, near the hospital where she gave birth to Chloe, in the vain hope that maybe, just maybe, Chloe would be around.

Diane didn’t find Chloe, but she found something else from her past. Her college reunion was being held in the exact hotel she was staying at. She didn’t plan on attending, but then she came face-to-face with her college rival. This woman was the only person who did better in her classes than Diane. Not only that, but she had multitudes of friends, boyfriends, you name it, while Diane had no one. The woman never let Diane forget how much better she was either. It wasn’t the worst thing Diane had ever been through, not by a long shot, but it was a disappointment for sure. College was supposed to be the place where Diane could finally feel like she belonged, and she always resented this rival of hers.

“Diane! We didn’t think you were coming! Oh here, have a seat!” said the woman.

“I’m so sorry about Roger. It was such a shock to hear about.”, she continued, reminding Diane of her dead husband

“Yeah, I still can’t say I’m over it, all these years later.”

“Yeah when the love of your life just drops dead like that, you never get over it, do you?”, she said, far louder than Diane would have liked.

“Can we please talk about something else?”

“Of course, I’m so sorry, Diane, I know it must be so hard for you!”

“Yeah. Um... what’s your family like?”

“Well we have one daughter. Her name is (y/n), and she’s a senior in High School,” said the woman. She then leaned into Diane and said, “But can I be honest? I never exactly wanted kids. Never liked them. I thought it would change when I had her but it didn’t. She’s so... difficult.”

Diane’s blood absolutely boiled hearing this, but she managed to keep a polite face, “But that’s your child. Don’t you love her?”

“There are some good things about her, I guess. I do love her in my own way, but I can’t help but feel disappointed. She’s just not what I thought she’d be. I’m sorry, I thought you may understand. I never get to vent my frustrations about her.”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t understand. But, do you, um, by any chance have a picture of her?”

“On my phone, somewhere. Let me look.”

After a while, she found a picture of (y/n). It was fairly recent photo of you at a restaurant, at what looked like a dinner with the whole family. You looked sad and lost, but Diane thought you looked sweet.

“She’s beautiful.”

“Thanks,” said the woman, almost stifling a laugh, as if there was no way Diane could have meant that.

“I’m sorry, I need to go to the bathroom.” said Diane, as she was starting to turn red in anger and the woman.

“I’ll join you, I need to freshen up a bit.”

“Fine.”

So Diane walked straight into a stall while the other woman followed. Diane started to cry, so angry at this awful woman. She had a child, a beautiful, sweet, girl who was alive, for God’s sake. Diane would kill for what she has, in fact she had killed for it before. But this woman didn’t care about her child, she didn’t appreciate you one bit.

She didn’t deserve you.

Then she heard the woman get into the stall next to her and she decided to leave. But the woman left her purse on the sink. Diane looked into her purse and found everything. All her information was in her wallet, and she took pictures of her address, phone number, and credit card numbers, as well as a couple of photos of you and your father. Diane quickly threw the last photo back into her purse as she heard her enemy get up, and she ran away, all the way back up to her room.

Diane looked at the photos, and started to look for your social media. You didn’t seem to post very often, or have many friends. Most of your photos were of you by yourself, or pretty things you took pictures of, and even a couple of sad poems you wrote. Poetry written by teenagers was usually laughably bad, but hers made Diane cry. She saw herself in you.

Poor little thing, Diane thought. She needs some love. But I can do that for her.

Diane spent about a month following you and your parents around, without any of you even noticing her presence. One day she snuck into their house and bugged it, so that there were feeds of different rooms streaming to her computer at all times.

Diane noticed you spent most of your time alone. You wrote in a journal a lot, and cried fairly often, hugging a teddy bear you had. You just seemed so burnt out from stress from school, stress from your job, pressure from your parents. You fought with both of her parents often. Well... fight wasn’t the right word. Usually, one parent would yell at you and insult you, and you would choose to either take it or not take it.

There was one particular instance where you snapped at your father, telling him how he abandoned you so many times. He didn’t take this well, screaming all kinds of insults. How Diane wished she could hold you, rock you, comfort you and tell you that aren’t any of the terrible things your father told you, and that she’s sorry that you never felt good enough.

Diane snuck into (y/n)’s graduation, too. She knew she couldn’t contact you yet, but she got so much happiness out of just seeing this milestone of your life. All you did was walk across the stage and take your diploma, but Diane beamed with pride for you as you did it.

After graduation, your parents were constantly threatening to kick you out, and the fights got worse, they crying got worse. Diane wished she was there, comforting you, holding you and giving you all the love that your parents didn’t. Diane looked for a window of opportunity into this girl’s life until she found the perfect one. You had put out an ad on facebook for anyone on the east coast looking for a roommate, and Diane put her plan into action. She made a fake account on facebook pretending to be a college girl named “Anna Johnson” and responded to the ad, starting to talk to and getting friendly with you. “Anna” suggested that you take a bus trip and offered to pay the fare, but you refused because you wanted to earn the money yourself. Diane’s heart warmed at your sweet messages, even though they were to “Anna” and not her. “I’ve never had as good a friend as you before”, “Who needs a mom when I have you giving me such great advice?”, “You’re the best!”, every little message that you sent to Diane made her fall more and more in love. Diane bought a little house on the East Coast with the money she got from selling her old house, and hoped everything will fall into place in her new life with (y/n).

Now during the bus trip, Diane needed to follow you closely in her silver minivan, and make sure not to lose track of you during layovers either. Her detour into the coffee shop scared her at first, but once Diane found you, it was the perfect opportunity to finally, after all these months of dreaming, meet you face-to-face. Her new little baby girl, finally. Diane slipped a powdered sleeping pill into her already tired girl’s coffee to make you even more sleepy and suggestible, getting you to come with her to her hotel room.

Back in the present, Diane found the rest of the powdered sleeping pills as she was searching through her medicine cabinet and closet. She got so distracted thinking about you, and all the horribly wrong things she had done to you.

It’s for her own good, all of it. She needs to be protected, she’s too pure for this world, to good, too sweet...

Diane searched through the drugs she had given you, thinking of all the best times the two of you have had.

The first day Diane had been with you in the little house was heaven on earth. Finally Diane had everything she’s been working for for almost a year now right there, in her arms. Diane wanted to give you everything you didn’t believe you deserved. The only catch was that you belonged to Diane, and Diane alone.

She got a job teaching Chemistry at the local High School fairly easily, as she had extensive knowledge (even more extensive than she may have let on in her interview), of the subject, and the school district was completely desperate for competent science teachers. Diane found faking the background check easy, she used her maiden name and an incorrect date of birth and they didn’t ask her about her arrest at all. And now she had her new life set up. A house that she owned, a job to put food on the table, and you.

The next best day for Diane was the day you finally kissed her. Diane was starting to fall in love with you in a more romantic, even a more sexual way, but didn’t know if you felt the same way about her. Then, during one of your movie nights, you kissed Diane, and she felt overjoyed. She kissed you back and finally led you to the bed and fucked you, like she had been thinking about doing every night at this point but was too scared to actually initiate until now. She was in love with the feeling she got from kissing you, from pleasing you. It had been so long since Diane had been this intimate with anyone, and she was your first. And it was a real awakening for the both of you.

It felt so good, you felt so good. This relationship you had was so incredibly wrong in so many ways, but it just felt so right.

Why did it have to change?

Of course, there were still some hard moments. Even Diane admitted that there were times when she could be irrationally possessive of you, getting angry when someone even looks at you the wrong way. She knew that her possessive, obsessive attitude could scare you, and you would even blame yourself for it, but she didn’t know how to stop. She knew that you were getting scared she would become more difficult to please, like all the other people that have been in your life.

Or the times that you would cry, and it happened so often. You would get sad and Diane would hold you and tell you:

“It’s ok baby, you’re here now, you’re with me. I love you more than life itself. You’re gonna be okay, my little angel.”

One night Diane woke up to you crying into your pillow, and immediately grabbed you.

“What’s wrong, baby? What happened?”

“I- I was afraid that you might- that- one day- you might not want me anymore... what would happen if you d-don’t want me....”

“Listen, I will never not want you. You are all I have, remember? And you’re all I need. Come here, that’s right. You’re my baby, all mine.. shhh....”

Or, there was the time you asked about the scars on Diane’s back. She was mortified, but finally told you about her terrible childhood. The horrible abuse from her mother until her death, the foster home, everything. Her desperation to become the mother she never had. You hugged her tight.

“I’m so sorry, Diane, I had no idea... and to think I complained about-”

“Baby, don’t compare your life to mine. All that matters now is that it’s you and me, and I need to take care of you.”

“Sometimes I think I should be the one taking care of you, Diane.”

“Trust me baby, you do so much more for me than you think.”

Then Diane found it. The rest of the paint thinner. And she was ready to take away all your sadness once and for all, and make you hers forever.

#my fics #sarah paulson x reader #diane sherman x reader #diane sherman #sarah paulson #sarah paulson fics

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the-last-cuddlebender · 3 years

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Blood In A Blacklight

Katara has a criminal empire to run, a family to protect, and plenty of shadows from the past who want to tear it all down.

Part 1: The Wind Howls (1/2) - She has him back, and everything should be perfect now, but it’s not. She’s more worried than ever. And she hasn’t slept in days.

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A/N: Mafiosa!Katara and Gaang™ gang because I want it and am willing it into existence. Basically took “Sokka and I, we’re your family now” and made my take on a bending-mafia-families AU lmao

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Katara punished her book for the weather and nearly tore it when she flipped the page. The words blurred again. She glared, hoping to become a firebender and burn a hole through the damn thing.

The door opened without a knock, and the frame of her vision shook, bordering on crimson. Mercy was still a foreign concept, and nearly ninety-six hours awake had mutilated her ‘moral code’ into watery dough. A few twitches of her fingers closed her hand around veins and arteries, but her bending recognized her intruder’s old blood and fresh wounds before she could register why her power wasn’t listening. It was worse than a tranquilizer. Worse than chloroform in a black alley. Aang’s heartbeat pinned her to her seat and ripped out her fangs like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Katara remembered that time was a thing that would still pass whether or not she kept breathing. Fresh rain met the wall of windows behind her. Her thumb dragged over the ear of the page. She crawled into the dull thump of his heartbeat and sank into her chair, hiding in his rhythm like it was a cave.

The soft click of the door startled her like it was a strike of lightning, stuttering her breath and rallying her instincts to probe for the nearest skein of water. She shifted, impatient for him to be closer, waiting for enemies to burst from the shadows.

She re-read the same paragraph until he limped — badly, on the left side — to her desk. He paused, thinned Katara’s sanity, and sat in one of the leather chairs across from her. His silence filled the room with static. The full moon taunted her with power for all the wrong problems. The storm put a distance of hisses and low rumbles between them, bleating her pulse against the drums of her ears.

“What are you doing?” Aang gently asked.

Katara propped her head on her fist, her voice like paint peeling from the side of an old ship. “I’m reading.”

“You’ve been staring at that page for seven minutes.”

“I’m reading slowly.”

“You’re sulking.”

She almost looked up. “I am not sulking.”

“And now you’re lying.”

Something made a spark, and Katara slammed her book, still open, on her desk. “I am not lying.”

Her almost-shout did things that the thunder could only dream of, but before Katara could retreat, Aang leaned forward, onto her desk, mirroring her posture and leaving inches between their faces. It brought the smell of the wind in his clothes, and his element tickled her frayed hair from her cheek. His presence was warm. In every way. Warm hues, warm feelings, warm heartbeat, warm memories—

It took longer for the crimson to leave her vision this time. The thin wound wasn’t the worst, but it was the most noticeable, crawling across his face and over the bridge of his nose like a comet touching from beneath one eye to under the other. It was a bleach-white horizon that his eyes sat just above, but what he leveled her with didn’t allow her the freedom to consider her to-kill list in detail.

Katara had been shot, captured, tortured, ransomed, and used as a bartering chip far more times than she dared to remember, but even oceans would part for the look that Aang gave her when she tried to dance around the truth with him and win. She scowled, not that it helped her. Intensity clouded his eyes in a smokescreen, and grey irises darted in short, sharp glances that wouldn’t have been noticeable if he was any further away.

Katara’s finger itched to turn the page. Aang’s breathing had been steady, but when he exhaled again, closing his eyes, it took the strength out of his shoulders and kicked her in the chest.

“You promised you would stop looking into this.”

Katara snapped the book shut and set it aside. “I told you to stay away from the hospital.”

“I had to see her. And you went there, too.”

He didn’t mention a name, but still, Katara’s nails dug into her hands and threatened to draw blood. She seethed, but her fire didn’t phase him. Always him. Only him. Even in her office she was powerless.

Lips pulled into a tight line, she took a calming breath and held it, waiting for it to start working. Aang didn’t look away. His smokescreen was looking more like a storm and shone lightning like steel blades clashing.

She knew what her glare did to good men, and she knew it didn’t work on him, but she looked away all the same. Her eyes found the book, and the pins and needles from her held breath suddenly became the cold gasps of a child who couldn’t run fast enough. She saw the splintering of ancient wooden doors and the darkness that spilled from them. She felt the ice of new irons and the strain they put on growing bones.

And the screams. There should have been screams…

Katara blinked and was back in her office, greeted by the sheets of bullets on her windows and the warm heat of Aang’s attention. She looked at him. He was the same as her gaze had left him.

She didn’t mean to sound so defeated, but she was so tired of losing. “What were you thinking, Aang?”

“Katara, you’re scared and angry and hurt and I get it, but you don’t have to save me anymore. I’m right here.”

“I can’t sit by and do nothing. If I don’t fight for you, then no one will.”

She had seen men recoil from a bullet through the heart, but Aang caught himself just before the stage of crumpling to the ground. His gaze dropped, staggering to her necklace and then to her desk. “…I guess you’re right.”

Katara scrambled to pick up his pieces. “That’s not what I—”

“I know.” He splayed his palm, pretending to read the lines. “You didn’t mean it.”

Lightning lit up the room, like a picture being taken. Katara combed back her hair, fiddling with her low ponytail, and gave up trying to keep her empty hands occupied. “Can you just—” She grabbed the air like she could hold onto the problem. “Can you just promise me that you won’t do something like that again? Please?”

It was the closest she had ever — ever — come to begging, but Aang kept his eyes on his palm. “I can’t do that.”

“Yes, you can.”

“I’m not one of your goons to boss around,” he said, still without looking up, though his brow furrowed with a small crease.

“At least they know their limits. None of this would have happened if you had just let me handle it. This is my family, and that includes you, whether you like it or not.”

“I don’t belong to you.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to.”

“Then why are you still here?”

“Because you need me, too,” he said, with a soft voice that could shake a stadium. “And I might just be a speedbump to knock you on your ass and make you think twice before you do it anyways, but you’re my family too.”

The silence yawned, hissing with a thick but fine sheet of rain. If it weren’t for her desk, Katara would have hugged him. Probably. Doubt opened a pit in her belly, and her throat threatened to seal shut. Instinct and intuition went to war and left her with the sinking feeling that touching him would just prove how far away he was.

Aang still didn’t look up from his hand. Katara tried to find the right words and, more importantly, how to say them, but all she could manage after so many years of lying was a tender inflection of his name. “Aang…”

“They made me forget your face,” he said, deflating like saying it out loud finally made the scars real. His voice was watery, broken on the last vowel, and took a sledgehammer to Katara’s chest. “And now you…” He gestured. “Now you’re there and I’m here and…” The word died. He paused, then dragged his eyes up to hers. “You think of them when you look at me, so I see them, too. They scare me. And now you scare me. And I don’t want to be scared of you because I don’t want to stop looking at you. But it scares me. A lot.”

“I…Aang, I’m sorry—”

“I know. I know,” he said as he stood. His eyes roamed her empty desk, trying to find something of hers and settling on the book, which broke what was left of him. “…You didn’t mean it.”

Katara stood, but the desk was still in the way. “Aang, wait—”

“I'm going to take a walk to…,” he trailed, more in his own thoughts than in her office. “…I’ll get Zuko so you don’t worry.”

She should have gone after him. She should have done something, but her legs were pillars of cement. The door bled fluorescent yellow light into her twilight and took him, in his red and orange robes from across the world, with it.

Something cold crawled out of the old attic of where her heart was supposed to be. It cracked, weaving thin white scars — like his — in a web across her vision. She braced herself on the desk. There was nowhere to hide. No heartbeat. Not even a wound to distract her with its pain. She closed her eyes and bared her teeth and wished she had the strength to cry without him. Just this once, without him. She was so full and so empty and on the verge of combustion—

Something broke, something small, like a cornerstone, and Katara plopped into her chair. She breathed just like he taught her and eventually rubbed her face. Her bones ached. Everything ached. She was so tired of losing. She just wanted to sleep without knowing that she would wake up, still stuck in her worst nightmare.

Thunder growled above the city. Katara picked up the book. It was blurry, no matter how much she blinked. She dragged her nail over the scuff marks, feeling the minute pilling of old leather like a topographic map of the past.

Aang’s absence reminded her why she was reading, but she wasn’t sure if she could anymore. The book took on the weight of a planet, her arms even moreso.

Realization dawned slowly, like a dog attack in slow motion. The thought was a shadow bleeding out of the tall grass to fill her stomach with ice.

She peeled open the pages, praying to whoever would answer.

It burned. It burned like fire never could. It ate her away from the inside out, like cinders consuming a dry leaf in the time it took to blink.

The raindrops became smaller, like a mist, and gently brushed the windows. Standing was a miracle, but Katara dragged her feet around her desk, falling into Aang’s chair.

It was warm, like his shadow always was. She crawled into the footprint his life left behind, imagining his heartbeat in the hug of plush leather and the smell of salt and sand that reminded her where home was. Katara told herself to breathe and sank into the reasons why. Her legs curled beneath her, like when she was a girl, back when she wore her mother’s dresses to imagine herself a hero and not in three-piece suits to mask bloodstains.

She read the book slowly, from the beginning again, trying to love even the words that hurt. When lightning struck, she held it closer, trying to protect it, even though she knew that she couldn’t.

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Don’t know if I described it well enough, but Aang’s ‘scar’ (quotes because it eventually seals up into a thin line) is supposed to be like the bottom arch of the Yu Yan archers’ tattoos.

#Kataang #Aang #Katara #avatar the last airbender #ATLA #mafia au #madame writes #Blood In A Blacklight

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kitsunes-multiverse · 2 years

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Never Alone Again

Chapter 11: Hauntings of the Past

(Bit of a trigger warning, the first section of this chapter had a HUGE mention of implied suicide and murder.)

"Now let's see, where are... Ah, there we go."

Christopher shuffled through the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, looking for a specific pill he stashed away. Sure enough of course, he found it. It was a little bright blue capsule inside a small plastic bag. And while the pill itself seemed to be quite ordinary, the truth was anything but. It was filled with cyanide. Because of that, it was quite hard to find. After all pharmacies typically don't sell such things.

No matter, all that was important was that he had it. He put the pill in his pocket, walking casually down the hall. But relatively abruptly, he stopped- narrowing his eyes at his reflection. Blood stained his clothes, and there was some on his cheek as well. He let out a huff, picking up the sheet that had fallen.

"Blasted thing- there's nothing in here to make it fall..." He muttered in annoyance, covering the mirror once again. With a sigh, he continued to the living room.

A very ironic name given the scene that surrounded him.

His family's corpses were littered about the room- their limbs bent and broken at what should be impossible angles. Their bones were shattered, and blood seeped out of some of their wounds. Their bodies were long since cold by now. They weren't rotting just yet, so there wasn't much of a smell. But that wouldn't matter either.

Christopher passed by his deceased family, as though they weren't even there. "It's been fun... I guess. But I'm afraid this like has exhausted all use to me." He stated, taking the pill out of his pocket once again. As he opened the bag, he glared at the bodies of his family members.

"With any luck... Should reincarnation be a thing, here's hoping my next family is much better than you..." He bitterly hissed, taking the blue capsule out. Without thinking too much about it, he picked up the glass of water on the coffee table he prepared earlier, and swallowed the pill.

He estimated it would take about half an hour, maybe a full hour, for the poison to take effect. He would start feeling nauseous and his heart would start racing first. He didn't quite feel like being awake during those stages of his death, so he laid on the couch. The plan was for him to die in his sleep.

Just as he wanted.

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Chris woke up in his bedroom with a sharp gasp, covering his mouth. He suddenly felt very cold, yet despite that, sweat dripped down his face. Had it still been alive, his heart would've been racing. Upon moving his hand away, he noticed the bright blue substance on it. Cyanide.

He suddenly felt nauseous. There was no way that was... real, was it? There's no way, it couldn't have been. He couldn't have killed anyone! Especially not his own family!

It was just a dream. A nightmare. Surely, it had to be.

He quickly wiped the substance away, wiping his hand on the blanket. They were due for a wash anyway. But that could wait- right now, he couldn't handle being alone. It felt like every minute that passed when he was by himself felt like he was getting closer and closer to a panic attack.

He got out of bed, walking out of his room. Even now he seemed to shake a bit as he walked through the empty house. Fortunately, as mentioned a good while ago, Kitsune's room was right next to him. Knocking on the door, he softly called to the woman on the other side.

"K-Kitsune? Can I come in please?" He asked. He felt horrible for waking him up, but he couldn't help it. He was scared.

"Mmm... Yeah, come in..." Kitsune responded, her voice low from sleepiness.

Feeling a pang of guilt for disturbing her, Chris slowly walked into the room. Kitsune looked up at him, giving him a tired yet patient smile. "Hey Chris.. Is everything ok?" She asked.

"Y..." Chris hesitated, before shaking his head. "No, no it's not... I had a terrible dream, and I'm still shaken by it... It's embarrassing to even say that such a thing made me bother you, but... I don't... I didn't want to be alone..." He said, his voice shaking towards the end.

"Oh, Chris..." Kitsune sat up, holding her arms to him. "Come here..."

Almost instantly, Chris flew closer and gave her a tight hug. He sat beside her in the bed, burying his face into her neck. "I've gotcha, you're ok..." Kitsune soothed, laying down with him.

"You can stay in here with me tonight... Would that make you feel better?" She asked. Chris nodded in response, feeling a bit more relaxed.

"Yes please..."

Kitsune smiled softly, playing with his hair. "Alright then... Then you're more than welcome to... Sleep well, Chris. I'll be here when you wake up..." She assured.

"Mmm... Ok..." Chris yawned, nestling more into her. "Goodnight... Love you..." He said, before dozing off completely.

Kitsune blinked, completely caught off guard. Did he just say that? And more importantly, did he mean it? Perhaps it was a heat of the moment thing, or he meant it in a different way. Nonetheless, it made Kitsune smile. After all, she wasn't sure when, but at some point she started developing feelings for the ghost. "Goodnight, Chris..." She whispered.

"And even though you probably won't remember saying that... I love you too."

#stories #au #never alone again

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tinyboxxtink · 3 years

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Okay SO--

Since nobody wanted to answer me right now and I was dying to write, I wrote beginning's for BOTH of my ideas. God almighty I really hope I didn't just start two different stories running at the same time.....NO. NO I WILL NOT. You have to CHOOSE which one you get now, and which one you get later.

The first one is called "Caught In The Storm" and the second one.....I can't think of a pithy title right now.

So...yeah. CHOOSE.

@chasingeverybreakingwave

@wanniiieeee

@aprildecker-blog

@milkshqke

@lolliepopsicle

@objection-argumentative

@word-scribbless

@gibbs274

PS- For the first one, you really need to have heard or listen to "Caught In The Storm" By Katherine McPhee as heard on SMASH.

"Caught In The Storm"

“Okay I want you guys to be COMPLETELY honest, be brutally honest,” You instructed the group as Kelsey sat at the piano. They all agreed and yelled cheers as you began to sing:

You can push me away

I can take it

I can make you a promise

and break it

We know the way it goes by now

Running off just to see

if I chase you

I pretend I know how to replace you

Still we get tangled up somehow

You danced around the stage, singing happily to your “family”, that basically consisted to the entire NYC SVU squad and your two best friends, Kenneth and Kelsey.

Hear it thunder

And I wonder

How long can I hang on

I'm caught in the storm

I'm caught in the rain

I'm caught in the rush that hides this pain

I'm ready to drown

But it's coming down

But I feel so alive

Just let me go

Just walk away

If you love someone you never let them stay

Caught in the storm

You didn’t have the best family life growing up. Your dad was out of the picture, your mom worked 3 jobs just to keep a roof over your head, so you were alone a LOT of the time. You and your next door neighbor Kenny had become fast friends, and often his dad Fin would let you stay for dinner, even sometimes overnight if your mom was going to be really late.

As the bars on The Bowery are closing

You arrive at the door standing frozen

You say you thought you'd find me here

Tell me how I begin to forget you

When you keep coming back and I let you

Love me until you disappear

From then on, even when you went through high school and college, Fin was your “dad”. And when he became a detective at SVU, you’d often visit him because you didn’t live next door to him anymore and he seemed to ALWAYS be working.

I'm caught in the storm

I'm caught in the rain

I'm caught in the rush that hides this pain

You had quickly been “adopted” by Olivia Benson, and the other members of the squad. However, people began to shuffle in and out of the unit, the only consistency being your “mom” and “dad”. Currently, your “extended family” consisted of Nick Amaro, Sonny Carisi, Amanda Rollins and Rafael Barba, the ADA that often worked the SVU cases in court.

I'm ready to drown

But it's coming down

But I feel so alive

It had always been your dream to be a famous singer, but so far the closest thing you had to fame was being adored at Karaoke Nights at every club and bar you could find. But now, this was your big break. Someone at one of those karaoke nights owned a small up and coming bar/club, real nice and classy, and he wanted live music. A house singer, to be exact. Someone to sing there EVERY night, be adored ALL the time. Your big audition was tomorrow morning, and the “gang” had all agreed to come down and listen to your audition song at the club.

Just let me go

Just walk away

If you love someone

You never let them stay

Caught in the storm

You had been making sure you made eye contact with everyone during the song, dancing and twirling on the stage gleefully. You were losing yourself in the song, the lyrics speaking to you, as the bridge came up.

Let me wash away

You can find me after the flood

Let me wash away

The piano cut out for a moment after the crescendo, lightly dancing notes out of it now, leaving you in your head about the song’s meaning.

Caught in the storm

Caught in the rain

Caught in the rush that hides this pain

You didn’t even think, you just sang the last lines looking STRAIGHT into Rafael Barba’s eyes.

If you love someone

You find a way to stay

Caught in the storm

Suddenly you heard Kelsey clear her throat VERY loudly as she played the end of the song and you realized what you had been doing. You quickly looked down at the floor, praying to God no one noticed it.

Hmmm…..

You sang the last note to the floor, then looked up with the biggest fake smile you could and curtsied awkwardly while you turned to Kelsey and nodded for her to follow you as you bolted backstage.

“Tell me you didn’t notice anything at the end,”

“Oh you mean when you basically stared holes into the ADA’s eyes when you sang YOU LOVE SOMEONE?” She asked. “Oh yeah no, totally unnoticeable,” she added sarcastically.

“Fuuuuccccccccckkkkkkk…..”

“Y’all, WHAT was that?!” Kenny suddenly came from offstage to join the conversation. “Y/N, Girl were you drinking before this or just taking stupid pills?”

“I can’t...I’m not going to deal with this right now,” You waved them both away and walked out to face your “family”.

“Oooookay well, it’s totally getting late and I appreciate you guys hearing me out, get home safe!” You awkwardly spit out a million words a minute, looking around the room above everyone’s eyelines. It was like Stevie Wonder was giving them a goodbye spiel.

You quickly turned on your heels to bolt backstage and wait it out until they left, but the last voice you wanted to hear spoke up.

“Don’t you wanna hear our opinions, baby girl?”

You sighed and turned slowly to face all of them, their faces mostly super uncomfortable. You looked to Fin, who had made you stay.

“Yeah, sure-- go for it,” You threw your hand up dejectedly and waited for the drop.

“Well I’d say it was excellent, except for the part where you were eye fucking Barba,”

And there it was.

“FIN!” Olivia hit him, the rest of the squad squirming uncomfortably. You didn’t dare to see what Rafael was doing.

“Yep, there it is,” You rolled your eyes, starting to walk away.

“Where are you going Y/N, we’re gonna talk about this!” He started angrily walking after you.

“Talk about WHAT, Fin?” You spun around.

“Have you been screwing Barba behind my back?” He narrowed his eyes at you.

“WHAT?! NO!” You gasped in horror.

“NO,” Rafael added almost on top of you.

“He has nothing to do with it, Fin,” You assured him.

“Good because you and him, NEVER gonna happen,” He gestured between the two of you.

“Okay FIRST of all, I love you Fin but I’m a grown woman and you can’t tell me who to date!” You scoffed.

“Oh please Y/N you’re 22, you’re still my baby--”

“And SECONDLY,” You interrupted him. “I’m not ACTUALLY your daughter, so you don’t get an opinion,”

“And THIRDLY, I really, REALLY don’t want to have a long conversation with ANY of you about how I just professed my love for Rafael on--”

“Love? You’re in love with him now?” Fin interjected again, turning to Rafael. “What did you do?!”

“Oh my god, FIN,” You stood in between them. “He didn’t do anything, this is all on me,”

“This is insane, you are NOT--” Fin tried to start bitching at you once again, but Kenny came to the rescue.

“Dad, just let them be. She’s right this ain’t any of our business, no matter how angry you are right now okay? Just...let’s go, yeah?”

“Yeah alright…” Fin nodded to Kenny, then turned to you. “We’re going to talk tomorrow,”

“Can’t wait,” You muttered under your breath as they walked outside. Finally over that little debacle you started to make a beeline for the backdoor when you heard another voice you really didn’t want to.

“Y/N….Don’t you think we need to talk?”

You turned back to see Rafael standing there with a concerned look on his face. Awesome. You looked behind him noticing the rest of the squad waving goodbye at you and excusing themselves, leaving you and him alone.

“You know I really need to get some sleep before tomorrow, and--” You started to walk away, but Rafael grabbed your hand.

“Y/N…”

“What?!” You spun around again, now angry and tears in your eyes.

“What, Rafael? Unless the next words out of your mouth are ‘Gee you know what Y/N I didn’t realize it until this very second, but I’m in love with you too!’, then I REALLY don’t need to hear it, trust me,”

“Y/N come on, just talk to me,”

“Rafael I get it,” You bit back tears.

“You’re too old, or Fin’s too much of your friend, and I never should have said anything, but I did. But I’ve got the biggest audition of my LIFE tomorrow. So what I’d really like to do right now is go home, cry, drink and forget this night ever happened so that I can just focus on that, can I do that? Please?”

“I…” Rafael dropped your hand, but still looked at you with puppy dog eyes. “Yeah, I guess so,”

“Thank you,” You nodded to Kelsey who followed you out the back door, leaving Rafael alone in the dark and empty club.

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"Role Model" or TBD

“Shit, he’s going to kill me,” You muttered as you glanced at your phone. You were already twenty minutes late to Kenneth's party, and you were still stuck in traffic about a block away.

“You know what, I can walk from here,” You nodded to your UBER driver and exited the car, running down to the bar. You finally made it, glancing at the neon sign: BUDDY’S. It was you and your best friend’s favorite bar, and now you were late for his party.

You quickly gave the doorman your name and he nodded you in. The place was packed, per usual. You didn’t see anyone you recognized so you headed up to the bar and ordered a Porn Star Martini while you texted Kenny to see where he was.

“Oh my God do you think she knows?”

“She showed up so I’m guessing not,”

You glanced over to see two classmates from your law school a few feet away. They were clearly drunk and speaking louder than they believed they were.

“I can hear you, morons,” You rolled your eyes as the bartender handed you your drink.

“Oh! Y/N,” The first one giggled as they both stumbled over. “Sorry, we didn’t see you there,”

“Right,” You gave them a sarcastic smile. “And what exactly don’t I know?”

“That--” The other one started, but someone tapped you on the shoulder.

“Kenneth! Happy birthday! I’m so sorry I’m late it’s--”

“Please don’t kill me,” He cut you off.

“...Shouldn’t I be saying that to you?”

“No, I’m saying it to you, and I’m saying it again. Please don’t kill me, and I’d like to add I had NO idea this was going to happen,”

“What are you talking about?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I, um-- I invited my dad,”

“You invited your dad, to a gay club?” You sipped your drink with a skeptical look.

“I mean I mentioned it to him, I didn’t think he’d actually show up,”

“Okay so, what? You think your dad’s gonna cramp our style or--”

“He brought his friends,” He added with a very serious tone.

“...What do you mean, he brought his friends?” Your heart started racing.

“What do you think I mean?”

“Hey Hey party people-- OH. Y/N! You came!” Your other best friend Gabi walked up with shots.

“Give me that,” You stole the shot and took it immediately, the familiar burn of vodka travelled down your throat.

“Nice to see you too,” She snorted, then noticed Kenneth’s face. “Oh you told her, didn’t you?”

“Told me what?” You asked, praying to God you didn’t know the answer already.

“I think you know,” Kenneth gave you another apologetic look.

“We’re in the back,” Gabi grabbed your hand and pulled you through the crowd.

“Who’s we--” You started to ask, but then you saw them. At the back of the club, in a small secluded area with plush couches and a table sat a couple of your mutual friends, his dad Fin Tutola, and the entire squad of NYC SVU.

“I’m going to--” You growled under your breath.

“Please don’t kill me,” He whispered back.

“I won’t if you tell me tweedle dee and tweedle ditz haven’t been running their mouths off back here,”

“NO,” Kenneth almost yelled. “I have kept those vultures away from here all night, but--” He glanced over at the two girls who were obviously failing at flirting with the very gay men at the bar. “You know they’re just waiting to take you down,”

“So we’ll just wait them out,” Gabi shrugged as she came back from the bar with more shots. “Or, y’know shuffle him out the back door,”

“Shut up,” You took another shot from the tray and downed it.

“Are you really sure you wanna--?” Kenneth asked as you downed a second one.

“If I’m about to come face to face with the man of my dreams for the first time ever, YEAH Kenny, I’m pretty sure I do,”

“Man of your dreams,” Gabi scoffed playfully behind you.

“Shut up!” You hit her again. “He’s beautiful, he’s perfect, he’s--”

“Sitting RIGHT there,” Ken gestured to the group of “adults” now very much staring at your trio.

“Show time,” Gabi giggled as you nervously followed Ken to their group.

“Dad, you remember Y/N,” Ken nodded to you.

“Yeah, the lawyer right?” Fin asked, making Rafael’s ears perk up; he stared right into your eyes while you swore up and down you would NOT pass out in front of a whole club full of people.

“Law student,” You nervously responded, trying to keep your eyes on Fin.

“Well this is Rafael, Barba, our ADA. Maybe you’ve heard of him?” As soon as Fin introduced Rafael to your group, Gabi let out a very loud laugh. You elbowed her so hard she almost fell over back into the crowd.

“Sorry…” She made a face at you.

“...Is that a yes?” Fin asked in confusion.

“Nick, Sonny!” Ken suddenly yelled at the two men sitting next to Fin and Barba. “This is my best friend Y/N!”

They both waved politely, but you caught them scanning your body up and down with approving smiles. Had Rafael done that? You had been too embarrassed to look. Did he approve?

“Boy you are so rude, we were in the middle of a--” Fin started again.

“This is Olivia and Amanda, our partners,” Nick suddenly interjected. “Just so you know, they’re not our girlfriends,” He emphasized.

“Subtle, Amaro,” Sonny snickered. “You’ll have to excuse him miss, he’s already had a few,”

“Are we all introduced now? Are we good?” Fin looked at each of his compadres who nodded and went back to their conversation, but you noticed Olivia looking between you and Barba.

“So I’m guessing you do know--”

“Y’know Fin, I think it’s pretty obvious she knows who he is,”

“Liv!” Rafael looked over at her with his mouth agape, shocked she was being so aggressive. “Annnnddd no more drinks for you,” He took the wine out of her hand.

“This cannot be happening…” You looked up at the sky and muttered to no one in particular.

“I’m going to get a refill,” You suddenly excused yourself, having downed your beverage in 2.5 seconds. As soon as you were gone, Kenneth hit his dad.

“Really, dad?”

“What? Does she not like him or something?” Fin was completely obtuse.

“Oh no she REALLY likes him--” Gabi started to laugh again but stopped immediately when she saw Kenneth’s death stare.

“I don’t understand how she even knows who I am?” Rafael looked between the two of them.

“Law school, term papers, I don’t know,” Kenneth shrugged, not entirely sure how you got your obsession with Rafael Barba started. “All I know is that she has a huge thing for you, and she told me that in confidence,”

“Barba?” Nick suddenly yelled, only hearing the last part of the conversation.

“She has a thing for Barba?!”

Were the first words to greet you as you rejoined the group, new drink in hand.

“Oh my GOD, Kenny?!” You screeched. “You--You TOLD them?”

Your eyes darted between Kenny, Amaro and Barba. You didn’t know what to do, or say. You wanted to scream, throw up and run away all at the same time.

“NO!!! No, Y/N look I--”

“Save it,” You threw your fresh drink in Kenny’s face and stormed back into the crowd.

“Thanks, Amaro,” Kenny sighed as he grabbed napkins to dry his face. Rafael looked to where you had run off to, then to Kenny, then to Fin.

“Should I--?”

“Oh good GOD no, please don’t,” Kenny assured him. “I’ll go get her, it’s my fault,” He sighed and ran through the crowd after you.

#rafael barba #rafael barba x reader #rafael barba x you #rafael barba imagine #law and order svu #law and order special victims unit #law and order svu fanfiction #tinyboxxtink

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|| MasterMind - Alpha!Reader x Omega!Batfamily || Part 2

MasterMind was a hero to Omega from Gotham city, protecting their right. You can't count how many Omega have been saved from abusive households or dark markets,... MasterMind is an Alpha that stood up for every single Omega and innocent people that were in danger. To many people, MasterMind was just a hero like Batman or Nightwing. But to Jason Todd, MasterMind was a true hero. The young boy's mind travels back to the day they met.

Omega wasn't treated fairly well in Gotham, many of them have to endure a much darker than normal Omega. Including him, the young Omega boy Jason Todd. Living in a house with his Alpha is truly a nightmare, especially when his mother was far gone. His father was a Beta, would usually come home from late-night being drunk, he would shout, hitting him and everything else. His mother who has died isn't any better than his father with all of her drug use. He was survived on his own by stolen some wheel and junk to sell. His life was a living hell until he met his hero.

The day he met MasterMind was a cold, late night. It was a week after his 12th birthday so he considers it as a gift from God. He was in heat, high on his heat. And people around him aren't looking nice, they were wearing a mask, cover their mouth with rope and weapon in their hand.

" This one would give us a lot of money. Those perverts like young Omega." That word scared him, he has heard a lot about Omegas being kidnapped and being sell to other people. To become slaves or toys in their hands. Jason does not want that. One of them grabbed him as he tried to fight back but no use, his heat already makes his knee weak. His breathing was hard, panting. His normal flower scent becoming extremely strong too.

" You are a virgin right? To think about it, it won't drop your price even if you aren't a virgin. Let's have some fun, yeah?" The man said to him was an Alpha, already holding his hip, trying to take off his small pant, leaving him in his underwear. Jason cried as soon as the Alpha hand touched his thigh skin.

" Now, now, be good and maybe I will consider being soft with you." The man hand reached to take his underwear down. But then he heard a voice coming from the top of the building.

" You disgusting me. Leave that boy alone before I make you regret it."

It was MasterMind, standing tall and mighty in her/his costume. Under the moonlight, Jason's vision was blurry all thanks to his tears but he knows it was his only hope. He watched a strong scent that make him calm down a little bit.

It wasn't the first time he has smelled that scent, the scent of expensive cologne and fresh blood. It was MasterMind's scent. He/she usually patrol all around Gotham protecting people, he/she must have passed through Jason place a few time before.

" Shit!!!" Was all he heard from the man before being dropped harshly onto the ground. MasterMind jumped down, chased the man. That bastard was running away before being pinned onto the wall by MasterMind. She/He landed a few fists into his face, drawing blood from the man. Jason smirked a little bit in dazed away into sleep. That pig deserves it, MasterMind has made sure about that.

Jason Todd woke up in a nice, large room. He was on a soft and nice king-sized bed, dressed in brand new cloth with his old cloth beside him. He started to panic before remembering everything that happened yesterday. If all the things he remembered were true then this must be MasterMind's house ( Jason thought of it as manor more than a house). Pretty nice. He noticed the table near the window before walked toward it. There a cup of water and a white pill on the table along with a nice, hot meal, it looks like it was just made. He reached toward a piece of paper and reach it.

/ Hello kiddo...

I took you here after you blacked out because I don't know where you live. Also, my butler was the one that changed you, if you need anything just yell Alfred out loud, okay?

Right now I have some business that needs to take care of so in the time I left. Enjoy the meal and remember to take the pill, it would help you with your heat. There's a TV to keep your company, don't be affairs to use it. I would come back soon.

Signed

MasterMind/

He smiles at the piece of paper, MasterMind was a caring Alpha. He/she not only didn't take advantage of his stage but also cared about him. It warms his heart. He sat down and enjoy the meal, the thought of having an Alpha isn't as bad as he thought.

Jason felt jealous, he has felt jealous a lot in his life but this time it made him extremely mad. MasterMind - HIS ALPHA was being touched by another Omega. It was the famous Nightwing hugging, giving kissed on the cheek with nose buried deep inside MasterMind's neck. How dare he?

" Mistress/Master... Uhm. MasterMind, the boy has awake and would like to meet you." The old butler who he now knows as Alfred spoke to MasterMind.

" Of course, Alfred. Hey kiddo, come out here, please?" His/her voice spoke up, deep and low, with a hint of dominance. God, Jason would like to hear that voice growled against his ear at night.

" I'm Jason. Jason Peter Todd. It was nice of you to save me out there." Jason said, rather shyly, didn't want to face the Alpha.

" There is no need to be shy. I am MasterMind and this is Nightwing, my partner."

Jason looks up and meets a harsh glare from the other Omega. Nightwing isn't someone who likes sharing, he gets close to the Alpha, kissing his/her neck before being stopped by the Alpha. Jason didn't like Nightwing at that point.

" So I have read your file and I am not going to get you back to your house so I offer well... Batman offers you to become Robin and help him fight alongside him to protect other people. Will you agreed?"

"For real? Batman wants me to become his Robin?" Jason squealed in excitement before asking again. " But can I stay with you?"

" Of course you can, I work along with Batman so it means that you will work alongside me too."

" Oh, it's on!!! I will become the best Robin!!!" Jason noticed that Nightwing frowned, he smirked even more.

Jason Todd becomes Robin, boy wonder, and works along with Batman. They didn't work well together but he can't deny that Bruce cares about him but (Y/n) was the one he closed to. He/she help him train, make him happy. Jason dream about being their Omega one day. To have them marked him, giving him bonding mark, let him carry their pups. Jason waited for that day to come. But there was a problem named Dick Grayson.

He is also an Omega that wants his Alpha. He didn't like that. Especially when they look so close together like they have known each other for all of their life. Jason can hear his moaning (Y/n) while pleasuring himself with toys, it's disgusting to him but at the same point, he also likes to try it on himself. Thinking about how (Y/n) would fuck him until he can't breathe. Until he was crying, moaning their name, and being filled all up. Yeah, that will be nice. He will wait for that day.

But Jason didn't know something is gonna get in the way of his dream.

Jason's death hit the whole family badly, especially (Y/n). He/she was the one who brings him to the family, train him, and yet... Too late to save them. (Y/n) didn't blame Bruce for Jason's death, except they blame themselves. If he/she come along with Jason that day, everything would be different. The first time (Y/n) broke Bruce's rule. A big fight between Batman and MasterMind happened, no one could stop them, even Alfred couldn't.

That fateful night MasterMind killed Joker for what he has done to Robin. MasterMind did also want to bring Robin back, ignore all the shouting from Batman.

To wait for that day, She/He kept Joker's head wrapped nicely in a box like a present, and keep frozen by Dr. Freeze technology, waiting for Jason to come back.

#alpha!reader x Omega!Dick #alpha!reader x omega!Jason #alpha!reader x omega!Tim Drake #alpha!reader x Omega!Nightwing #alpha!reader x omega!red hood #alpha!reader x omega!red robin #alpha!reader x dc #alpha!reader x Omega!Batfamily

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albino-whumpee · 3 years

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Fever nightmares

ashintheairlikesnow asked:

Can I request nap + hand holding, Albus and Sann?

I know I should be doing a million other stuff, but I finally finished this lmao. It´s quite long so heads up for that! I got inspired lol. Thank you for requesting! :D

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CW// Slavery, PTSD, amnesia, a bit of manhandling, pet whump, forced to watch implied murder (as in dream), sickness, conditioning, dehumanization, self loathing, night terror. Angst with a happy ending.

It was early morning and Zarai was ready to go to the office when Albus came behind her with a guilty look and a blanket over his shoulders.

“I´m so sorry, ma-” Albus made a funny face, letting out an almost silent sneeze “I´m sorry… A simple flu shouldn’t make me so useless to you…” he said cleaning his reddened nose, fixing his glasses. Zarai sighed.

“Don´t say such things, Albus. You need to rest. How´s the fever going?” she pulled a hand to his forehead and felt it slightly hot. At least he was getting better “I asked Sann to get some meds for you, so you can just sit back and rest until it goes down ok?”

“Yes, ma´am. I´m so sorry” he said sneaking a look at the empty couch. It had been turned into a provisional bed as “security measures”. He was already inconveniencing Zarai by being sick himself, he couldn´t also get Sann sick and bother them both. But maybe he was already doing it. As Sann was doing his chores for him. He still didn’t know how to use the washing machine, but he was proud of him for trying to learn.

“Take care, Albus. I left some vegetable soup in the refrigerator for you. Green lid for you, blue for Sann. Please, get some rest, ok?” Albus felt his cheeks going redder and redder at the care he was been granted. Made him forget about what the collar on his neck meant. A gentle pat on his head made him smile slightly “See you later”

“Yes, ma´am. Have a nice day” he said before she went through the door. He let out a loud sigh and felt a soft fur ball rubbing against his leg. He crouched down and felt a sharp sting on his head at the motion. Petted the cat with a little groan. “I will have so much work when I go back” he smiled at the cat who rolled on its back to receive belly rubs.

He wasn´t hungry, but definitely could use a bit more sleep. He tucked the blanket closer to himself, suddenly cold, as he walked back to his room. The nightstand filled of pilling cups and tissues. He was about to slip into bed when Momo meowed to be allowed up. He set it next to him and let his head flop into the pillow. The headache smothering down as he closed his eyes.

He hoped he wouldn´t dream.

He didn´t know since when, but his dreams had started to become…unsettling. It was almost always the same thing.

Running desperately through some woods, only to get to a highway. A feeling of dread and panic always overtaking him as he looked at both sides. It was deserted but it didn´t take long before he saw two men on the other side. Terrifyingly getting closer as he couldn´t run away. Moving so, so slowly until he could feel their fingers hovering right above his shoulder. Then he could run again. Into the woods. Hearing dirty laughter behind him. But when he got to the other side, to the lake, he always came to swans flying away, scared by him. But when he pulled his arms down to see, a girl fell to the ground. Like a rag doll with no support. And then she screamed and thrashed. So painfully, with such desperation he couldn´t just stand there. But even if he wanted to jump and help her, to talk her down, he was petrified. Unable to move or talk or blink.

Then they came. The two men ignored him and went to her.

A “stop” was trapped in his throat as they walked closer. Their faces were smudged but he knew they were smiling “Stop!” he wanted to scream but then they took her away from his sight. Frozen as he was, he couldn´t follow. He could only hear thrashing and struggling. “Please, STOP!” Until there was a rope´s snap and everything went unbearably hot. It was a really sunny day. Suddenly one of the men walked to him and his face wasn´t smudged anymore. Albus was staring at himself. A younger version that smiled wickedly.

“Your pay” he always told him slapping him lightly with something like a leather wallet.

Albus opened his eyes to someone cleaning his with a tissue. He pulled his hands up “No…no…” he said still trying to focus on the face above him, feeling his body way too hot. Lacking energy to properly keep them away. Cool hands held his gently. As if they were used to it. Pulling them down with a single hand that held their wrists together. Albus squirmed a bit, but he was so tired, he needed another nap. A hand pulled him slowly to see his face… That´s when he understood it was Sann. He was at home. It was only a dream.

His gray eyes looked at him with both worry and relief as he relaxed. Sann let go of his wrists as Albus straightened up and saw Momo with its fur sticking up and dilated pupil staring back at him. Wary. Had he screamed?

“Bad dream again?” The boy signed with a frown. Silence. Sann breathed in, inhaling the smell of sweat as he pulled him into a hug. Running his fingers over his head as he clung to him.

“You´re gonna get sick” he said face pressed against his chest. Sann shrugged instantly, hearing him giggle before it went quiet. They stayed that way for a while until Sann pulled away when Albus did. The boy sniffing as Sann passed him a tissue. He thanked him before stretching to whisper to Momo a little sorry. The cat seemed to accept the apology for scaring it as it didn´t jump away. Sann passed him a few pills and a glass of cold tea. He swallowed the pills quickly before his eyes fixed on the glass.

“Sann” the boy perked up at his name being called. Albus wetted his lips trying to suffocate the chuckle wanting to get out “The glass is stained, look” he passed it to him as the boy opened his eyes wide, searching for the stain. Confusion written all over his face. “I´m joking” he giggled as the other looked at him in disdain. Receiving a playful bump in his arm as retribution. “You have done so well with cooking and cleaning, we can move on to the next stage” he nodded like he was an old sage of housekeeping “Washing laundry” he finished with Sann looking at him expressing a little dread on his face. Even if it didn´t hide the little dimple appearing on his face before a smile came up.

“Al” he signed. Using white “You still have a chance to learn comedy. I believe in you”

Albus now stared at him giggling as he squinted his eyes. But he smiled, seeing he didn´t went into a cough fit like before. The treatment from one of Claude’s friends was starting to work. Even if surgery was still just a thought and talking again was still a fantasy.

“I´ll clean this mess up and leave you to rest ok, comedian?” Sann mouthed the last word, not knowing how to sign it. Right before he lifted himself up and felt a hand reaching to his sweater.

“I, uh… can you stay a bit?” Sann stared at him for a second, then noticed the hand tightly tugging the blanket. “Please? I just…” Sann´s chest clenched “I don´t want you to get sick, but…I don´t want to be alone right now”

Sann breathed in slowly before slipping back to the bed. He was unsettled and proud. He never asked for something directly, much less something like that. Whether it was him letting himself be vulnerable or real fear, he would be there if he needed him.

It took a bit for him to talk again. After a silent sneeze and the respective exchange of a tissue “Sann?”

“Hm?”

“Do you…Would you want to remember anything from before?” Sann kept stroking the cat´s fur. Then nodded.

“You don´t?” Sickness made him far more honest, Sann noticed. “Without the pain it would be nice”

“Yeah that too. I would like to! I think…” He stayed quiet for a second “If you could, what would you want to remember most?”

Sann tilted his head up. Like he always did when he went deep in thought. “A song” he felt the threat of a migraine for even mentioning it but he continued “If I ever remember it I will play it for you. I will ask Mister Claude to lend me his guitar”

“You play? I would love to hear it” Albus said snuggling closer as tiredness got ahold of him and his cheeks began regaining a healthy, pale color.

“And you?” he signed “What would you want to remember?” Albus stayed quiet for a while. An answer lingered on his mouth but it looked like it forced it shut whenever he tried to say it.

“The…the day I met you” Sann was surprised and not really. Training was a blurry mess in his head too. He hadn´t remembered until he saw the numbers on his wrist either, but the softness on his tone made his cheeks flare up “and…my name? It would be, funny? Amusing? To know who I was before. If I really… “He stayed quiet again. Remembering wasn´t punished here. But the threat, even if not real, had taken roots hard to get rid of “I don´t know”

Both stayed silent for a while before Sann looked at him.

“If you remember it, can I still call you Albus?” Sann signed with white while the other blinked.

“If you remembered yours, would you want me to stop calling you Sann?” Albus signed. Saying his name by tapping both his middle fingers on either cheek, right where his dimples appeared in a private joke, Sann smiled at. Dimpling his cheeks.

“No, I like it when you say it” the boy said leaning forward until their foreheads touched. “Call my name?” The boy finger signed over the other´s chest.

Albus closed his eyes and took a deep breathe then.

“Sann” Feeling his body relax, he called Sann´s name in a hushed whisper “I love you”

Sann took a second to lift his head, but when he did his eyes shined as bright as his smile before he kissed him.

They stared into each other´s eyes for a long moment before Sann pulled away, swaying slightly on his seat. Slowly, taking his time to sign them perfectly.

“I love you too”

The boy´s smile was almost glued to it, and so was the one on Albus´ as they curled closer to each other.

“Movie?” he signed at the albino with an eyebrow lifted. Albus smiled. No signs of the terror from before.

“Your turn to choose”

It wasn´t long before they were all set up, watching an animated movie both had the sensation of having seen before. Sann felt fingers circling his hand like a question. To which he replied by giving them a little squeeze and holding the other´s hand. It had been at the middle of it that Albus had dozed off. Sann had quietly put away the tablet and snuggled to him. It wasn´t long before he started muttering again. Anguished little sounds Sann had begun to hear more and more often. He held his hands tighter. Guiding them to his chest as he pulled him close.

Sann couldn´t say the words, so he hoped the way he held his hand and the pressure of his body against his was enough to chase the nightmares away. Albus took a while to breathe easily. But he looked relaxed. Sann did too. He didn´t want to come home to such screams ever again. Didn´t wanna see him cry and beg to the nightmares to stop.

So he held him close and let himself drift into a dream where he could say those words.

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pagingevilspawn · 3 years

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Loving You Is A Losing Game - chapter nine

heyyy! it’s been a little while, but i did warn that updates on this book a going to get slower. lots of stuffs been going on with my family lately, so its been really hard to find time to sit down and write... but nevertheless, i hope you enjoy this chapter that i only like the second half of...

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"how many pennies in the slot"

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"when can i see you again?"

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they had set a date. that night outside of joe's bar, they agreed that in just less than two weeks they would see each other again. paul would be out of town on a golfing trip like he did every last friday of the month, and alex would say that he had a family emergency. it wouldn't be hard to get a day off, just the words 'schizophrenic mother' would be enough to let him have a little while off.

so, on that early friday morning, alex stood in the trailer, packing up his suitcase with clothes while izzie continued to sleep peacefully, not needing to wake up for another twenty minutes or so. she had started back at work two days ago and he could tell it was taking a toll on her. she was more irritable and had been sleeping more, exhausted from being on her feet all day, a large comparison to being practically tied to a bed for twenty four hours straight.

he left a note, izzie knew that he was most likely going to be gone before she woke up that morning, but he wrote one anyway. 'gone to the airport. take your pills. love you'. it was short and sweet. he zipped up his suitcase slowly and quietly, careful not to wake his sleeping wife. before he heads out the door he takes one more glance at her and the guilt settles in deeper. he wasn't going to iowa, no, he was going to boston, to see another woman. a woman who wasn't his wife.

he considers not going for a second, calling off the whole trip and staying loyal to izzie, his wife. that's what he should do. the right thing.

but he has this desire in him, this burn. he needs this release, a sense of normalcy, and jo's the only one who can give it to him.

life was really screwed up sometimes.

he knew that someday, somehow, this would come back and blow up in his face, that was a given. but right now... right now he needs this. he needs to ramble on about stupid crap to jo while she does the same, stuff that he wouldn't talk about with izzie because he knew she wouldn't really care. stuff he wouldn't talk about with meredith or cristina because they would somehow circle the problem right back to them.

he needed this, and he could tell that she did too.

so with that he exits the trailer and slings his small suitcase into the back seat of the cab he ordered, watching as the tin can he called home slowly grew smaller and smaller as he got further away from it. he pulls out his wallet when he reaches the ferry boat not long later, giving the driver a generous tip before stepping onto the dock, the early morning sun just barely peeking above the horizon, setting an orange and yellow tint to the blue water of the sound. it was calming, settling. for the first time he could see why shepherd loved them so much.

when he arrives on the mainland he takes another taxi to the airport, going through security and baggage check quickly, grabbing a straight black coffee from the starbucks by one of the many gift shops, settling himself into an uncomfortable black chair next to an old lady knitting some kind of scarf. it was an ugly thing, green and a weird puke yellow, but the woman seems to like it, so he doesn't judge. he pulls his phone out from his pocket and looks through it, checking to see if he had any notifications or texts. he responds to a few work emails, which was mainly lexie asking for some details on patients since she was covering his service for the next three days.

he doesn't need to wait long before he hears a woman's voice come over the intercom. "flight 270 to boston, group two now boarding." he picks up his suitcase and shows the attendant his ticket before making his way to his seat, which was thankfully an aisle. he places his suitcase in the overheard compartment, letting in his seat mates before him.

he pops a piece of spearmint gum into his mouth so his ears wouldn't get clogged on the way up, leaning back in his seat and drifting off to a much needed sleep. maybe sleep would help to settle his nerves. maybe sleep would bring him some peace.

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to say jo was nervous was an understatement, she was terrified. for what, she wasn't quite sure. maybe she was worried paul would come home early and see that she wasn't there. maybe she was worried that her and alex wouldn't connect, like last time.

she really hoped that wouldn't be the case though. she needed this, she craved it. she needed the release, she needed the conversations over beer, she needed the ease of being together, even though what they were doing was far from it. easy, that is.

alex would be meeting her at the hotel not too far from her house, a ten minute drive or so. she had a small duffle bag filled with clothes, school textbooks (she still had to study, she was a med-student above anything else after all) and necessities like her toothbrush and comb. she checks the time on the clock on the wall. it was now 2:32. alex's flight landed at around two, and he was going to text her when he arrived at his hotel.

she lets out a long breath, biting her lower lip as she flops back onto her bed, turning on her phone for the hundredth time in the last five minutes, seeing if alex had texted her yet. her feelings were a combination of nerves and impatience. she needed him, right there, right now. she needed to feel something real.

ever since paul hit her two weeks ago she seemed like she was living in a dream world. her thoughts were more hazy and the life she was living just didn't seem all that real. (she didn't have brain damage, but she chalked it up to a sign of shock).

everything had shifted in those two weeks. paul was worse —angry all the time. instead of being greeted by the door with a kiss, it was now an order, either to make him coffee, snack, or some other kind of demand. she didn't know this paul. but, he would get better. she knew he would. people always say that after the honeymoon stage of marriage ends it gets harder. so she thought that that's where they were right now. the harder part.

luckily the bruise on her eye had faded, nearly completely gone by now. a little bit of concealer on the corner of her lid was just enough to cover the yellow spot so it was unrecognizable. she was thankful for that. she didn't want to have to explain why her eye was bruised to alex.

she closes her eyes and places a hand on her forehead, not needing to wait long before her phone buzzes in her hand.

alexandra: just got in a taxi. the driver says i'll be at the hotel in twenty.

joseph: okay, room 363 right?

alexandra: yep ;)

jo chuckles at his response (leave it up to alex to flirt through every text), zipping her duffle bag closed, and walking over to the mirror hanging above her dresser. she ruffles her hair before picking up a spare comb and brushing through it once more. she hated her hair sometimes. it didn't matter how many times she combed through it, it was tangled and knotted as hell five minutes later. she sets the brush down, exhaling a long sigh as she looks into her reflection, her seas of hazel staring right back at her.

she wanted to say that she regretted those three nights. she wanted to say she was going to regret the next three. but honestly? she couldn't. she knew the shame would be flowing through her body once they left the room. she knew that she would not be able to look at herself for a few days in the mirror, only being able to see a woman who cheats on her husband. she knew. but for some reason it didn't matter. she wanted to meet alex in that room for three days straight and let them confine in one another.

she wanted it. she needed it.

so with that thought, she slings the bag over her shoulder and exits the bedroom, closing the door behind her. she gets into a taxi she ordered and drives to the hyatt where alex was staying, nervously tapping her fingers on her knees the whole way, grateful that she had ordered a taxi and not chosen to drive her own car. (no way in hell was she going to pay for hotel parking.) besides, it's not like her and alex were going to be leaving the room much.

she grabs her phone out of her pocket and pulls up alex's contact. she couldn't check in, since the room was in alex's name.

joseph: you here yet?

alexandra: yeah, just set my stuff down.

joseph: okay, i'll be up in a few

jo flashes the woman at the receptionist's desk a polite smile before she can talk, entering the elevators and pressing the third floor button. when the doors close, soft tunes begin to play through the small space, a long groan escaping jo's lips. she hated elevator music. she hated it's stupid rhythm and the way it made you want to claw your eyes out. abso-freaking-lutely nothing was enjoyable about elevator music. when the steel doors open she couldn't get out of them fast enough, cursing under her breath about their 'stupid freaking songs'.

she finds the room quickly, taking in a deep breath before she raises her hand to knock. if she wanted to leave, now was the time. she could make a run for it, text him that she couldn't do it and ghost him after. but the truth is, she didn't want to. she wanted to knock on the damn door, open it and see alex once again. in person this time, not just over her phone.

three knocks. an "it's open," is all it takes for her to swing the wooden door wide and be met with the face of alex karev, who had a small smirk on his features, looking her up and down, drinking in the sight of what's been on his mind non stop for the past month.

jo stands nervously in the doorway, leaning against the frame. she somewhat expected him not to show up. her whole life she'd been abandoned. who was she to expect a guy would fly across the country and cheat on his wife with her? and to show up would be a whole new thing.

but he did. it wasn't something to be proud of, but she didn't think he'd ever know how much it meant to her that he was there.

alex's smirk quirks up higher at one end, "personally... i think you're wearing too much clothes," he teases. that's all it takes for jo to drop her bag on the floor without a thought and jog over to him, pulling him down into a searing kiss.

the kiss was needy, frustrated. weeks of pent up emotions poured into it, burning their mouths with their desire for one another. her arms wrapped around the back of his neck, bodies pressed so tightly together there was no room in between them.

nothing mattered in that moment. it was just them, nobody else, nothing else. all they were was two bodies longing for the touch of one another, to caress their skin, to realize that everything was going to be just fine if they could kiss each other like that for just a little while.

it was just them.

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jo and alex laid in the afterglow, the sun peeking through the curtains and setting a warm hue on their entangled bodies, limbs seeming to no longer belong to just one person. a calm silence surrounded them, a silence they desperately craved. it brought peace and promise, something they could both agree was a necessity right now in the chaotic mess that they had gotten themselves into.

she traces circles on his chest, eyes closed as he runs his fingers through her hair. her foot moved up and down his calf, nearly in sync with the way his hand twirled her brown locks. they were tired, exhausted after what they had just finished with each other, but they didn't want to fall asleep. the way their skin felt on each other, the fireworks going off in them was just too much to allow them to drift off. just being near each other seemed to heighten their adrenaline.

while she was focused on his chest and (now) making stars with her finger, he was staring at her lips. it was odd, how hers seemed to mold so perfectly into his. at the moment, her lips were swollen, a bright red tint glossing over them from their previous activities. a sight he enjoyed much more than he would ever admit.

they lay like that for a while, until jo shifts a bit, beginning to place tiny kisses on the side of his chest. "how's work been?" she asks, momentarily stopping the movement of her lips on his skin to look up at him, her eyes shining with genuine questioning.

alex moves his hand from her hair to her side, rubbing his thumb across the smooth skin that she possessed there. he pulls her closer to him, stifling his groan in her hair, making her let out a laugh —a sound he had grown more than fond of. "we’ve merged with one of the lower ranking hospitals, mercy west. which sucks."

he can feel jo pout against him. "i'm sorry." she says sincerely.

he blows out a breath, "yeah. i can't stand any of these new people —none of us can, actually."

jo sits up, eyes locking with his, a teasing undertone shining through her words. "oh c'mon, how bad can they really be?"

alex smirks, taking her mock as a challenge. "well for starters, they're all a bunch of total kiss asses." he grins, making her chuckle against his palm. "i'm serious," he laughs, adjusting his position so he could now sit fully upright. "kepner has this little book, where she writes everything down in, and i mean everything," jo leans against the headboards, taking her hand in his larger one and begins to trace his fingers.

"she never stops talking. she's like a freaking chihuahua. and she also got this huge thing for shepherd," he chuckles, thinking about how the girl practically melted every time the neurosurgeon entered the room. "she has her lips permanently superglued to his ass."

jo hits his chest, trying to keep her laughs to a minimum. "i'm sure she's not that bad," she reasons. his curt glare is the only thing that told her that this kepner was in fact 'that bad'.

“she’s terrible. never shuts up about jesus either. jesus wouldn’t approve of all the images she’d probably conjuring in her mind about shepherd though.” he snorts, amused at his own joke. jo rolls her eyes, biting back a smirk.

“oh doctor shepherd, i’ve picked up your lab results. oh doctor shepherd, i’ll assist you on a surgery nobody else wants to even observe. oh doctor shepherd, i’ll do anything you want me to if that means i get to stare at you a little bit longer.”

“please tell me you’re exaggerating.”

alex scoffs, “i wish. worst part is, she does it while mer is in the room. i’m not sure if she doesn’t know he’s married or has just never had the hots for someone before. Because if she hasn’t, she’s making it painfully obvious.”

jo gives up on holding back her laughter, letting a little giggle escape her throat. “that’s… something,” she settles on. over the past few weeks she’d begun to learn nearly everything about alex and all of his friends’ crazy, soap-opera lives inside the walls of the hospital. what she retained is one; that they were all somehow related, either biologically or through sex, and two; people who worked at seattle grace were incredibly horny, to put it lightly. but that was a discussion for another time.

“mhm, then adamson is just a-a bitch. yeah, she’s a huge bitch. don’t know how else to describe her other than that.” he leans over the side of the bed and ruffles through his carry-on bag, emerging with a bag of gummy bears. ripping the bag open he offers the candy to jo, who eagerly accepts and shoves at least four of the bears into her mouth at once.

“percy’s just this… absolute giant. guy’s like, seventy feet tall. he’s also got this thing for adamson, who only sees him as her brother. it’s sad really, she calls him charlie and everything.” he fakes a pout, posing mock sympathy for the man he honestly wouldn’t even give the time of day to if he wasn’t currently invading his work place.

jo clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth, “that’s a tough one.”

“yep.” he pops a few more gummy bears into his mouth, waiting until he finished them before talking again. (he one time tried to complete his story with food still in his mouth and jo had physically shut his jaw and forced him to chew until all of the pizza was gone. no way he was making that mistake again —jo was strong.)

“don’t even get me started on avery. god, every time i see him i just wanna punch him.” that piqued jo’s interest, a teasing grin split across her lips.

“are you jealous?”

alex scoffs, “god no. definitely not. i just can’t stand the guy. the dude looks like he should be on the cover of a fashion magazine, not inside of an OR. and, he gets standing ovations in the middle of the emergency room. oh yeah, plus he’s loaded, being harper avery’s grandson and all. i thought we were past the age of nepotism”

jo’s eyes widen comically, snatching the bag of gummies out of his hand and tossing it across the room, cutting off alex’s loud display of protests at the fact that the candy was now scattered carelessly across the carpet. “harper avery’s grandson?!” she all but screeches.

alex visibly winces, “yes jo.” he replied, nodding his head and trying to figure out how the woman he thought he had gotten to know so well could emit that kind of sound. like one of those teenage girls who were obsessed with those movies about vampires and werewolves.

“as in the harper avery award harper avery?”

“no jo,” alex deadpans, dramatically rolling his eyes. “the harper avery who owns the car dealership down the street —yes the harper avery award harper avery. who else would it be?” he gets up from the bed and starts collecting the gummy bears, dumping all the dirty ones into the trash while silently cheering when a good amount of them were still left in the bag.

when he returns to his spot, jo slaps him across the chest. “asshole. there may be a lot of people out there who are named harper avery.” in her defense, there were seven point six billion people on the earth. it was highly likely a few people shared the same name as the former doctor. (at least one.)

“mhm. yeah, well, the guy’s an ass.” he argues, giving her the bag of candy in hopes that she won’t throw it across the room again.

jo’s eyebrows scrunch up as she tilts her head to the side, seemingly deep in thought. “you know you gotta become friends with him right?”

he lets out a bemused laugh, “tell me you’re joking.” he says.

she shakes her head, jutting out her bottom lip. “nope. i mean...there’s gotta be some benefits to befriending an avery, right?” surely, there would be some kind of advantage. extra… good points with the foundation? mentions about oneself to the famous catherine avery? (the more she ran it over in her head the worse it sounded, but there was no way she was gonna give up, because there had to be at least one advantage to being best bros with an avery.)

“sure, i’ll keep that in mind.” he smirks, seeing how the wheels had stopped turning in that mind of her’s and were put to a rest once she realized the lack of good things that could come from being nice to mr. green eyes.

“whatever jerk. help me with some of my homework, i don’t wanna do it and you’re the hotshot surgeon who already finished med-school and works at a big, fancy hospital. sound good doctor karev?” she teases, grabbing her books from her bag and dropping them down onto the bed, the heavy pages creating a loud thump that immediately sends alex back to his days in college. books scattered on his bedspread, day-old mcdonald’s cups on his side table, and packets of unhealthy snack foods thrown across the floor. he lets out a dramatic sigh, pretending to think it over before pulling a book and jo towards him.

“so, biochemistry…”

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rickybowensfever · 3 years

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The Smoothie - HSMTMTS SickFic

I’ve had this story brewing in my head and saved for a couple months on my desktop, so figured I’d finish it up.

Set during Season 1 - Ricky gets sick when E.J. gives him a smoothie out of revenge to become the lead in High School Musical. But, Nini doesn't believe him. Read the story on AO3.

Opening night was just four days away and flu season had struck the students at East High as Spring sprung.

Sniffles, coughs, and tissues, oh my.

Miss Jenn constantly had her students applying hand sanitizer every five minutes. “Hand sanitizer check!” she would shout with the clear bottle in her hands demanding the students to put out their hands.

Backstage, Ricky stood around chatting with the other cast members as Seb and Carlos performed Bop to the Top when EJ approached him holding an orange-colored smoothie in his hand.

“Hey, Ricky!” he exclaimed walking toward the boy.

“Nini asked me to bring this to you. It’s Strawberry Mango, she wanted you to try it” EJ explained him, handing the boy the cold orange drink.

Ricky furrowed his brow, suspicion sinking in. He stood frozen holding the cold drink wondering where Nini was. She hadn’t shown up to rehearsal yet, but he had just seen her in fifth period.

“Alright, thanks” Ricky said grabbing the smoothie from his hand and took a long sip. He let out a refreshing Ahh after pulling away from the delicious beverage.

Then, EJ ran on stage after hearing a faint call of his name from Ms. Jenn.

Wow. It’s pretty good, Ricky thought to himself and pulled out his phone to text Nini about it.

R: Hey, thanks for the smoothie! Really good.

N: What smoothie?

R: The strawberry mango one u got me?

N: ??? I didn’t get you a smoothie.

Ricky looked up from his phone in confusion. Why would EJ do that?

R: Oh? EJ gave it to me, and he said you got it for me.

N: What? Ricky, I didn’t even have a smoothie. Are you pranking me or something?

Ricky threw his hands in the air in distress and locked his phone, leaving Nini’s message on read. Now, he was more confused than ever.

“Ricky! On stage now! Come and get some hand sanitizer!” Ms. Jenn shouted through the auditorium.

The Next Day

Ricky woke up in his bed shivering and covered in sweat. His throat felt raw, his nose was congested, his body ached, and his head was pounding.

This can’t be happening, he thought to himself , covering his face with his cold pillow.

Then, there as a knock on his door.

“Ricky! Get up. You’re going to be late for school” his father said as he opened the door to see his son lying in bed.

Mr. Bowen studied his son for a second before he asked, “You okay?”.

Ricky coughed into his fist which just made his throat hurt more.

“No. Not really” he croaked, wincing at the pain in his throat.

His father immediately walked over to his son’s bed to feel his sweaty forehead for a fever.

“Wow, you’re really warm. You stay home today. I’ll call the school and tell Ms. Jenn you won’t be at rehearsal” Mr. Bowen told his son.

Ricky scrunched his face in annoyance.

“No! Dad, I can’t miss rehearsal. We open in three days” he cried, wincing at the pain talking gave him.

“Then, you have two days to feel better and you have an understudy. I’m sure Ms. Jenn wouldn’t want you coming in this sick, bud” Mr. Bowen said frowning at his son.

Ricky groaned and threw his head back down into his pillow.

“EJ” he muttered.

“What was that?”

“Nothing, I was just trying to clear my throat,” Ricky said and curled up onto his side, hugging his pillow.

What felt like hours later, Ricky woke from a deep sleep.

“Hey, sorry to wake you. I just wanted to let you know I’m working from home today to take care of you. I know I’m not your Mom and she’s probably way better at this. But I’m trying” Mr. Bowen told his son as he held a bottle of red Gatorade in his hand and two blue capsules.

Ricky smirked at his Dad’s statement. Since his Mom left, his Dad was trying his best under the circumstances she had given them. He did wish his Mom was here, just like the thousands of other times he wished for her to come walking in the door but never did.

“Thanks, Dad” Ricky croaked and took a swig of Gatorade, chasing it down with the pills.

“Not a problem, bud. Also, I found the only thermometer in our house. It took me a while. I texted your Mom, but she didn’t answer” he said frantically holding up an ear thermometer in the air.

Ricky changed positions in his bed to let his dad put the thermometer in his left ear.

“A little high, but nothing we can’t manage. Get some rest and keep drinking this” he pointed to the Gatorade bottle on the nightstand beside him, “so you don’t get dehydrated” Mr. Bowen explained before leaving his son.

Ricky’s phone buzzed.

1 Notification from Nini

1 Notification from We’re All in This Together GC

Nini: Where are you?? We have an Environmental Science test today. We were going to study together :/

Ricky: Home sick. Sorry

Nini: Ricky. Are you serious? Opening Night is three days away. Did you even listen to Miss Jenn’s rules?

What was Nini even saying? Why would he get sick on purpose? He was really starting to like this acting thing.

Ricky: Yeah, I listened to her. Idk how I got sick, but I feel like shit ok?

Then, the message turned to read. Ricky threw his phone onto his sheets, rested his head onto his pillow, and drifted back to sleep.

“Ricky?” a petite voice called to him.

He woke up in a fog feeling groggy trying to make out the person in his room.

“Huh?” he called out to the voice and wiped the sweat off of his forehead.

Nini stood at the end of his bed.

“Nini? What are you doing here?” he asked, panicked.

“Your texts worried me. I’m going back to rehearsal, I just needed to pick up a few things at home. So, I stopped by” she said smiling softly.

Ricky coughed into his fist and sniffled.

Nini frowned.

“You sound awful” she mentioned.

“Thanks,” Ricky said sarcastically taking a sip of his warm Gatorade.

“I think E.J. got me sick,” he told her putting the hood of his sweatshirt over his curls.

“What? You’re not serious. E.J. wouldn’t do that” Nini refuted putting a hand on her hip.

Ricky shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know? But I felt fine before he gave me that smoothie. Then, I woke up like this!” he said emphasizing his sickly body.

“It’s flu season. It could just be a conscience. Anyway, I really have to get back to practice. But I’ll be back later” she said standing by his bedside, frowning at his condition.

“No, I don’t want you catching this. If both of us are sick, there’s no show” the boy expressed in between coughs.

“Ricky. This isn’t my first rodeo! I know how to prepare for flu season during Hell Week” she exclaimed. “Get some rest and I’ll see you later” smiling back at him before exiting the room.

“Bye,” he said and checked his phone filled with notifications from friends and crewmates and Miss Jenn wishing him a speedy recovery.

Maybe: E.J.

Hey Ricky. It’s E.J. Heard you’re not feeling well. Hope you feel better soon and don’t worry about a thing! – Your Understudy

Ricky groaned at the message which just caused him to cough again.

Then, his door opened again, and his Dad stood in the doorway.

“Hey, bud. How ya doing?” Mr. Bowen asked.

“I’ve been better” Ricky replied snarkily.

“You’re probably due for another dose of medicine” he suggested holding up two new blue tablets and a package of Saltines.

Ricky nodded, silently thanking his father, and took the tablets with the remaining liquid in his Gatorade bottle.

The last time Ricky woke up, his guitar was strumming.

He had to be delirious at this point, he thought to himself. After dreaming he was running around East High trying to make it to the stage but finding a dead-end every time, he was stressed enough.

He rubbed his eyes and saw a silhouette sitting in the corner of his room on his rolling desk chair. Nini Salazar coming into focus.

“Hey!” she sang softly, putting the acoustic guitar down against the wall.

“Nini. What are you doing here?” Ricky asked, panicked, clutching his comforter tightly.

“It’s okay! I just came to apologize” she said, sitting closer to the boy, now on the edge of his bed.

Ricky shook his head, confused.

“For what?” he asked her.

Nini laughed, “For defending E.J.” she began.

Ricky rose his eyebrow at her. “Today, when I got to rehearsal he said, he was glad the smoothie worked!” she exclaimed, “I couldn’t believe it! I’m so disappointed in him. That’s not the E.J. I know and loved,” she said, slapping the bed as she explained the situation to him.

Ricky winced as the bed shook. His head throbbing as she explained her conversation with E.J. more.

“I told you,” Ricky snickered hoarsely.

“Don’t strain your voice” Nini said frowning at the state of his voice.

He shrugged at her and yawned.

“So, I’m sorry that I didn’t believe you,” she told him, smiling softly.

Thanks, Ricky mouthed to the girl.

“You’re welcome. Now, you rest up because we have a show to do! And I’m not doing this with E.J.” she said, smirking.

Ricky returned the smirk and got settled back into his bed and closed his eyes.

The light went out in his room and the sound of the door shut.

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New Beginnings Ch. 12

Timothy Thatcher x OC

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: none

One year later Tim looked at apartments with his fiance as they walked around, Emily was everything he could dream of. She had a good heart, educated, loved her job, was actually his age and extremely kind. It had started just days after that night at the club where she approached him at a coffee shop over the book he was reading, he was impressed that someone else could enjoy a George Orwell novel like him. From that day on it was non stop texting and late night phone calls which eventually turned into dates and then sleeping over at each others places and one day he just said fuck it and got a ring at a shop and proposed. It was nothing special truly, he didn’t even get down on one knee which he kind of regretted but not really. He liked her, he liked her a lot but part of him knew he didn’t love her. “Sweetheart, are you alright ?” Emily asked petting his cheek “you look out of it” Tim shook his head “Oh I’m fine, just thinking about what would be best is all. We looked at all the ones on our list and you seem to be keen on this area, this the one then ?”

Emily grinned and nodded “It’s perfect, it’s near both our jobs and it’s a 2 bedroom just in case after the wedding you know….” He sighed as he stepped back “Em, we’ve talked about this dozens of times already. I said I don’t want kids, I’m past that stage. Us together is enough for me and you said it was enough for you as well, remember ?”

“I did” she nodded “It’s just a maybe, like a what if situation kind of thing is all. I know where you stand on children and I totally respect plus we’re both 38, that’s a long shot honey”

Tim chuckled lightly, giving a nod “very true, but just maybe let’s leave it at that ?”. Nothing about moving in with her felt natural, nothing. He liked her a lot but he knew he had rushed things. Everyone had told him it was too soon and that he was only doing it to get over Maya but even they couldn’t stop him from proposing. The second he put the ring on her finger he knew it was a mistake.

“I just think it’s good to talk about it because though you know I wouldn’t ever create an oopsie situation, it can still be a what if” Emily explained “Plus you told me at the beginning of us that you wouldn’t mind one, just one”

“I said that almost a year ago, things and people change. Right now what matters to me is my career and your career and doing our own thing” he explains

“Wrestling won’t last forever Tim” she says softly “I know you plan on doing it for as long as you can which is great but we both know realistically it’s a good 5 years left before you have to call it quits for good. You should think about life beyond the ring, when it’s all done for good and you don’t have to put your body at risk every single day taking all those hits. I mean, do you ever think about that ?” “Clearly I do if we’re moving in together Emily '' he let out a little more dry than he had intended. It was one thing get on him about stupid shit like him leaving a plate out on the counter or leaving a damp towel on the sink but his job ? No way in hell he’d ever let anyone try to tell him what to do about his career.

Emily sighed “Tim, I didn’t mean it like that at all okay ? I just meant it in the sense that there’s life after wrestling, a chance-”

“I’ve heard enough” Tim said shortly “I um I gotta go, I’m late for some stuff down at the performance center. I’ll see you tonight” he leaned over and kissed her forehead leaving

He put his bag down in the locker room as he got ready and nodded at Oney “You look all sunburnt, were you at the beach ?”

“Maya’s” he answered, lacing up his shoes “She had a small get together yesterday on a boat to celebrate her 26th birthday. The sun got the best of us” Oney chuckled

“It was her birthday yesterday ?” Tim asked changing his tone

“Not yesterday exactly” Oney shook his head “It’s this Saturday but we celebrated it early since we’ve got that pay per view to get ready for , it was why I couldn’t go to dinner with you and Emily. I went to Marcel’s because he was surprising her with that and you know she’s grown to be like a sister to me, I couldn’t miss it” Tim simply nodded, how was it that already a year had passed by ? How was it that he didn’t even know her birthday ? “How is she ?” he finally asked

“She’s good, doing really well” Oney nodded “You know her and Marcel are just still boyfriend and girlfriend, not engaged or moved in like you and Emily. But I mean in a way you two are alike, you both just had your one year come up”

“She and Marcel aren’t like Emily and I” he shook his head. “That's comparing apples to oranges man, two totally different things. Why even bring that up ?

“Because it’s clear you still like her, do you ?”

“Yes.” Tim answered

Oney sighed, shaking his head “Then why are you engaged and moving in with this woman ? Why did you fuck up so badly ?” “I don’t know and I’ll never know” he shrugged as he left the room and stretched in the ring. All great questions he had no answers for. ****** Maya sat as she rubbed her forehead and sipped her water on the couch “Baby do you mind getting me some tylenol ?”

“Let me guess, once again didn’t eat anything but an iced coffee all day ?” he chuckled handing her two pills and sitting next to her

“Haha very funny” she rolled her eyes, taking them “Just feel tired, I’ve been working back to back and it’s getting to me is all”

Marcel shook his head and sighed “You’ve been so out of it lately, we went to dinner last week and you fell asleep on the ride there, I’m getting concerned Maya”

She held his hand and scooted onto his lap kissing him “I”m fine, just work is a lot lately. I just gotta get it together is all, schedule things out better. Plus, I still have energy for plenty of things you know. Loads of them actually…”

“I like that” he caressed her cheek leaning to kiss her and groaning as he heard the doorbell “That would be Johnny and Candice who you invited for a swim” “I know” she giggled as she got up “deal with your blue balls somewhere else while I show them around”. Maya got up and shook off the slight dizziness she had going to the door “Hey guys” she smiled “Come on in”

“Jesus you said house not mini mansion” Johnny said as he barged in and put the cupcakes on the table “Damn Maya, is this what taking off your clothes pays for, because I might just change careers”

Candice shook her head as she gave her a hug “You know how he is, thanks for having us over before the week gets a bit chaotic. I feel like I rarely get to see you because of how busy you are, how are things ?”

Maya grinned and took her to her backyard and sat with her “Things have been great truly, work is great and well as you can see things with Marcel are also still amazing. He’s here a lot but we don’t live together or anything like that” she admits taking a sip of her water “I see in your face you’ve got this look, like you wanna tell me something but you’re holding back”

She looked up and grinned as Johnny sat in the middle of them taking a piece of cheese from the charcuterie board and chewed “So did you hear Tim’s engaged to that one Emily chick ? I mean she’s pretty but she’s not as pretty as you and she has a boring job not cool like modeling. She’s a high school teacher ,math teacher or something dumb like that, and I heard from Eli that she’s his age so you know old and apparently they moved in-”

“Johnny !” Candice exclaimed with wide eyes as she moved her eyes in her direction

“Wh-what ?” Maya said softly “I-I had no idea, I haven’t seen him since um that night at EVE but it’s been a year, come on guys. There’s no need to tiptoe around things, that’s in the past and good for him. He deserves happiness as we all do, really Candice it’s not a big deal” Lies all fucking lies she thought to herself, nothing but lies. Yes it was a big fucking deal, how the hell wouldn’t it be ?. What in the absolute fuck did she miss out on in a whole year ? She was having success, her relationship with Marcel was perfect yet her heart still fluttered hearing Tim’s name. Not only was he dating someone but he was engaged, engaged. “Sorry” Johnny apologized as he put his drink down “I thought you knew since you seem to know everyone, I thought Oney had mentioned it or Alli” “It’s fine Johnny” she grinned weakly “Really it is, there’s nothing you need to say sorry for at all truly. People are allowed to move on, I mean we never even dated. It’s nothing at all, look Marcel’s on his way out let’s get in before the sun goes down” “I got you a little surprise” Marcel grinned, oblivious to what had just occurred. He smiled and put down the box in his arms “I know you said no gifts but I thought this one would be great for you” With a confused look Maya stood up and grinned , walking towards the box and opening it slowly, smiling wide as she pulled out a golden doodle puppy “OH MY GOD YOU REMEMBERED !” She quickly kissed the pup and jumped in his arms. For the last 6 months, she had been going on and on about how she was ready for a dog and wanted one so badly yet Marcel seemed off to the idea and kept saying how they were way too much work and not even all that cute. Now she understood why, and her heart swelled in size. “I searched and searched the entire state of Florida for this little guy” Marcel smiled. “He's about 8 weeks old, and when I saw him I knew he was perfect for you...for us. But he needs a name, any ideas ?” “Biggie” Maya smiled “As in Biggie Smalls ?” he laughed “Exactly that.” Marcel smiled as he put his arm around her and pulled her in for a side hug “You, me and Biggie”. He kissed her head as he pet their pup’s head and smiled, though far off and not entirely true it felt as if they were family already. Just them and their puppy, together and happy.

The rest of the night was enjoyable as she sat and listened to them talk about the big pay per view that was coming up, everyone going on and on about certain feuds and matches. She turned and looked at Marcel who was in mid conversation with Fabian, sending him a wink as she got up and headed inside using the excuse she needed to answer an important phone call. Like clockwork she heard the screen door lock shut and laughed “It’s that easy huh ?”

“You’re the one who gave me a wink” he answered with a crimson face “I-I assumed, I...I didn’t mean to” “You assumed right” she grabbed his shirt and pulled him to her as she took them into the guest bathroom “we have 10 minutes max before someone realizes we’re missing so make it last”

Without losing any time Marcel lifted her onto the sink and slid off her shorts, rubbing at her core as he licked his lips “fuck you feel so wet already” he whispered getting a moan in response from her

“You talk entirely too much” she kissed him ,leaning her head back against the cabinet mirror gripping the back of his neck with her hands as she bit her lip to keep quiet

“Fuck Maya” he mumbled as he began thrust in and out “you always feel so fucking good”

She whimpered in response “Baby….Baby please”

“You like that, I know you do” Marcel pumped into her with force, nuzzling his face in her neck as he did his best to keep his moans low, tightening his grip on her hips

“I...wow” Maya panted as they finished, him still inside of her as she looked into his eyes “You do things to me you know, lots of things”

“And I always will” Marcel grinned as he wiped his forehead and kissed her lips softly “as long as you let me” “You’re so corny, you go out first so no one assumes” she chuckled as she closed the door and fixed her makeup. She opened a drawer to look for a brush, sighing as she picked up her birth control packet that had fallen.“Every time” Maya muttered as she put it away, feeling it slightly heavier than usual and opening the pack. With a shaky breath she slipped the packet out of the sleeve and widened her eyes when she saw 7 days of pills still in their spot, she had missed a whole week of birth control in the last month ***** “Would you just tell me what’s going on ?” Tim asked as he sat on the couch with Emily “it’s been a week and you’ve been quiet, you even missed a day of work which you never do. What on earth can be going on that has you like this ?”

“Tim…” Emily spoke, her voice small and meek “Please don’t be mad at me, please. I...I went to the doctor for those headaches and fatigue and she-she had me to a blood and urine test and told me....she told me I’m pregnant. I told her it had to be a mistake, I have a patch and we use condoms, but she said it’s only 90% effective and there’s always a possibility especially since my ovaries release eggs during ovulation and well...I’m 9 weeks pregnant” she cried

His eyes widened as he leaned back into the couch, feeling the air leave his lungs as he tried his absolute hardest to stop from dry heaving. He sat, rubbing his palms on his thighs and nodded over and again trying to convince himself things would be okay.

“Then you’re pregnant and that’s that, accidents happen” he said softly as he scooted closer to her and held her hand in his sweaty one “Was this what we wanted ? No. But it’s what we’re dealing with and no matter what I’m here for you Em. I...I….I love you”

“I love you so so much” Emily hugged him as she sniffled “I never ever meant for this to happen Tim, I swear to you. I’m so scared” she sobbed into his shoulder Tim rubbed her back and sighed “It’s gonna be okay. We’re both adults here and this is something like the doctor said could always happen. I’m with you all this way, no matter what, but I must ask” he sits up and looks at her as he peels away from their hug “D-do you wanna keep this baby ?”

“I do” she whispered “I do, and you don’t need to stay with me. You don’t even need to help I can do this all on my own”

He gulped taking her words in as he looked in her eyes, begging for her to just push him away and say she wants him out of her life but she didn’t. She wanted to keep this child and no matter what he was gonna stick by her whether he loved her or not. *****

Maya looked up at Marcel as they waited at the doctors office, nerves eating up at her as she squeezed his hand in her lap. Immediately after everyone had left that day she sat him down and told him she had forgotten to take her birth control for a week and had reminded him they never used condoms. Just like she had assumed he was calm and collected and assured her he’d be with her no matter what and that he loved her. She broke down in tears that night on his lap crying until she passed out from exhaustion, when she woke up she found herself in bed with him. Now here they were one week later waiting to do some tests to get official answers, they had both agreed it’d be best to get answers from a doctor rather than a test at the pharmacy.

She stood up as her name was called and walked in with him, doing the usual routine with blood pressure and weight and finally getting her blood drawn and completing a urine test for them. The minutes seemed like hours as she sat in Marcel’s lap for comfort leaning her head over his.

“I’m scared” Maya whispered looking in his eyes ``What if I am and it ends like…like how it did when I was 20 ?” she finally says

“It’s different times” Marcel assured “6 years ago you were a kid with lots of stress that caused that to happen, now it’s different. And if you are, nothing bad is gonna happen. And if you aren’t, then we can go from there” he kissed her forehead. More than anything he wanted her to be okay, for them to be okay and just put that past life behind them completely.

Maya nodded and pressed her forehead to his, jumping up when she heard the door open and doctor come in

“A-am I pregnant ?” she whispered quickly

“No” the doctor said softly “You are not, your tests all came back negative, what you do have to look out for is your severe dehydration levels. Other than that you’re in great health, and to be safe I’d stay off sexual activity until you can start a new month of birth control, and please use protection” she grinned

“Oh my gosh” Maya let out a sigh of relief as she watched his face go back to its normal color “Thank you so so much”

“It’s your life and your choices miss” she grinned “No matter what, I’m here to guide advice for whatever you need health related.”

Maya let out a nervous laugh as she held hands with Marcel and walked out of the office, giggling when he spun her around in his arms

“I love kids and can’t wait to have the, but this just wasn’t the right time” Marcel said softly as he kissed her “But our time will come soon, really soon”

“Sooner than later” she smiled as he set her down and walked down the hall with him, pressing the elevator button. She hummed happily as it dinged, gulping as it opened revealing Tim hand in hand with who she supposed was Emily with a barely there baby bump. She was sure she was gonna pass out had it not been for Marcel’s hand on her back.

“Hi” Maya said softly, being the first to speak out of the 4 “Long time to no see”

Tim stood speechless as he stared at her, unintentionally slipping his hand out of Emily’s and putting it in his pants pocket. He could’ve sworn he saw stars at one point from how dazed he felt seeing her in person for the first time in over a year.

“Hey” he finally said in response “um hey, this-this is...this is-”

“Emily” she spoke up quietly

“Emily yes, yes” Tim nodded “Um this is Emily my fiance, Emily this Maya and Marcel my...my…”

“Friends” Marcel grinned “So nice to meet you” he shook her hand gently “and um congratulations of course, what a beautiful thing”

“Oh thank you” Emily smiled “Just here for our 14 week appointment, making sure all is well. You guys...are you guys expecting too ? Gosh that’s extremely invasive of me, I’m sorry I just assumed since this is the OBGYN side of the hospital and you two are together” she said softly turning red with embarrassment

“Nah you’re good” Maya shook her head “Just had a scare because I forgot to take my pill for a week and apparently the idea of condoms never came to my dumb ass brain that was too busy thinking about getting laid, but no babies in this uterus thank god” she tried to joke much to Tim and Emily’s wide eyes, Marcel being the only one laughing with her

“Alright tough crowd” she muttered to herself as she went through the middle of them into the elevator “But I wish you well, babies are super cute and stuff”

Emily grinned at her “You’re the sweetest, thank you ! Maya right ? Were you in a spread in Cosmo last month ? With the neon bikini in the pool for the safe sex while on vacation side ?

Maya chuckled darkly. She knew it was a dig, a sad attempt at one at least. “That’s me, that’s definitely me ! Got 20k for that spread, put a downpayment on a home with that shoot. I also did Maxim and got on the cover of that, I’m in Zara as well on a 10 foot poster right as you enter their store, and I just did a Victoria Secret ad that’s gonna be in every single mall in the states and that alone is probably gonna pay off my entire mortgage. You know, I did it once before in college and it paid off all my student loans too” she smiled “Now what is it that you do...M’am ?”

Tim’s eyes widened as he watched the verbal drag go on, part of him knew he should’ve stepped in but he was too in shock to do a thing. “She’s a teacher” he answered sternly “A high school math teacher”

“Still have those loans, but I love what I do” Emily nodded “It’s done for the love, not for the money” she hit back

“Aww” Maya put her hands to her heart “I remember when I used to say that too, I wanted to be a teacher so bad when I was teensy” she grinned “Then I realized how all teachers grew up to be nothing but bitter divorcees who thrive on making children’s lives miserable all whilst teaching pointless things like the Pythagorean theorem. Oh wait , that’s you ! My bad, my bad”

Marcel chuckled quietly as he bit the inside of his lip and moved his arm around her waist “We must go now, um congratulations on your child once again. Health and happiness for you both”. He smirked as he closed the elevator door and shook his head

“Too far ?” Maya asked

“Just enough to piss her off” he answered back with a grin Maya chuckled and looked down at her heels, trying to hide the disappointed in her face.

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